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Ripples and Blood's Frenzy: Chapter Sixteen - Why Doesn't Miss Jeanne Like Black Tea?

It failed. It failed.

The bomb exploded again, and Jeanne and Cecilia were unable to stop it. The only thing the three of them managed to get at the theater was a chess piece.

When they received the chess set, they also saw Moriarty watching a play on the stage.

Interestingly, the founder of the arms dealer that Moriarty had bought into died in the explosion.

As for how she knew? Of course, it was because Miss Jeanne had investigated thoroughly, and tonight, Miss Jeanne planned to sneak into that factory to take a closer look at something. It should be something very interesting, such as automatic weapons that appeared in World War I or something else.

But the world war should not have started, a view shared by Jeanne and Cecilia. The world war should have started when it was supposed to, just as Cecilia remembered history.

"Cecilia, do you think the thing I gave to Eileen worked?" Miss Jeanne asked Cecilia while eating breakfast.

“I think we should wait a few more days. After all, if we make a move now, Moriarty should be able to figure it out very easily,” Cecilia said.

However, the two people's cryptic banter completely left Simsa, who was sitting to the side, feeling utterly bewildered.

“If Moriarty hadn’t been a peace ambassador, the two of us would have resolved this matter long ago,” Jeanne said while eating an omelet.

“Jeanne, how many times have I told you, swallow what’s in your mouth before you speak.” Cecilia said, looking at Miss Jeanne’s current state.

"To be honest, the omelets and sherry here are good, but the tea is really not good."

"I'm telling you, you're an Englishman who likes Chinese green tea, so please stop commenting on black tea, which is more suited to European palates." Without hesitation, she stated why her friend thought European black tea was generally unpalatable.

"It's quite rare to see Europeans who enjoy Chinese green tea." Finally, Simsa found an opportunity to interject, which was truly a rare treat.

I think it's alright.

"Actually, it's more than that. It allows this guy to use chopsticks perfectly without any training." This is another bit of private information about Miss Jeanne that the Angshou Squadron and Cecilia have revealed.

"Cecilia, do you really not want to know what I was doing just now?" Miss Jeanne said, after all, Cecilia and Simsa had been waiting here for twenty minutes before coming to eat.

Before having dinner here, Miss Jeanne went to do some research.

News from Moriarty.

That was a very interesting investigation; at least Miss Na clearly figured out Moriarty's departure time.

“Moriarty loved to feed wild pigeons, and considering the possibility of leaving in fourteen minutes and going to feed the pigeons, we can estimate Moriarty’s departure time among the nine train platforms in Paris.”

“Gross Station in Paris. The train to Berlin departs at 11:04.” Listening to Miss Jeanne’s analysis, Cecilia quickly realized where Moriarty wanted to go.

After all, Cecilia had glanced at the Paris train station schedule before she arrived.

"And there are several stops along the way, one of which is..."

"Hebron Station, is that our next destination?" Cecilia asked, while Simsa listened, the two of them not disturbing each other.

“No, that’s not where we’re going. We’re going to Switzerland. We’re going directly to Switzerland. That’s where the final battle will take place.” Miss Jeanne ultimately rejected Cecilia’s destination, because going to Hebron was not a necessary trip.

Although as a detective, Miss Jeanne desperately wanted to decipher all the information left behind by René, there was something more important than solving the problem.

That is the Peace Summit, the final battleground, because if anyone makes a move there, a world war will inevitably break out, without a doubt.

“Yes, I understand, but we don’t have passports or a direct route to Switzerland.” Having understood Miss Jeanne’s analysis, Cecilia raised another crucial question.

"This problem is actually quite simple to solve, but we need to rely on someone..." Although she didn't say who that person was, Miss Jeanne's eyes completely betrayed her.

“Someone familiar with the border between the two countries,” Cecilia perfectly picked up on Miss Jeanne’s words.

This is a very simple question, and it has an even simpler answer. After all, the answer to the question is right here, even if it's far away.

As a nomadic people, the Roma people certainly have the most authoritative say on this matter, after all, these guys frequently cross the border between the two countries. (laughs)

“But before that, let’s have our breakfast first.” With that, Miss Jeanne picked up her black tea and took a small sip.

"It tastes awful."

"Jeanne, there must be something else you need to do," she reminded the person who was constantly complaining about how bad the black tea was.

"Ah, right, I also need to send a telegram back." Reminded of this, Miss Jeanne finally remembered what she had forgotten.

Watching that hurried figure disappear into the distance, Cecilia showed a slight hint of tenderness, which was quite unusual for her.

“Cecilia.” Simsa looked at Cecilia, who was showing a little tenderness towards the hurried figure, and seemed to sense something that shouldn’t be there between these two.

"Ok?"

"You, happy, you must love Miss Jeanne, right?" she asked cautiously, as if reminding herself not to touch on any sensitive topics between them.

"Hmm." Although it was the same word, the tone of the two questions was completely different.

It was a tone of absolute certainty in his voice, and it was a very simple matter. Simsa only realized this after working with these two people for a day.

However, Simsa was indeed the first to notice.

After all, the behavior of these two people can no longer be explained by the word "partners".

As for the others, they are still completely unaware of this.

However, perhaps they have already realized it, but are just pretending not to know.

However, there is no doubt that Cecilia loves Miss Jeanne, just as purely as Sirin trusts her.

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Updated! I shouldn't have stayed up all night last night, otherwise I would have posted two updates today too...

Thanks to Prime Minister Nkidu of the Tax Bureau, Merlin (who is awesome for taking a break) for the recommendation vote.

Ripples and Blood's Frenzy: Chapter Seventeen - The Game That Will Eventually End

Switzerland, a peaceful country, a country where numerous associations have jointly established their headquarters—all these things demonstrate how wonderful Switzerland's current state is.

Of course, this was the situation before today. If the two lovely girls hadn't been able to stop that bearded middle-aged man today, the situation in Switzerland would have been completely different.

Right now, Cecilia, Miss Jeanne, and Ms. Simsa are watching people dance on the ballroom, all dressed in evening gowns. However, the outfits these two are wearing would probably shock any peace ambassador or diplomat from any country. After all, these two have great figures and are wearing evening gowns from a hundred years in the future. It would be strange if they didn't startle people.

To be honest, while the clothes back then looked nice, they were actually quite complicated to wear.

Simsa, standing beside the two women, fully felt the impact of their differing aesthetic tastes.

“Jeanne, who do you think it could be?” Cecilia asked, completely disregarding the possibility that Miss Jeanne was unaware of the matter.

That makes sense, though, since Miss Jeanne is better at analysis, while Cecilia is better at data collection.

"Among the ambassadors, and likely when everyone else is inactive, they will make their move." He took a sip of red wine from his glass as he answered Cecilia's question.

"There will be a group photo session in thirty-eight minutes." Upon hearing this from Miss Jeanne, Cecilia knew exactly when she needed to pay the most attention.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you. I'm going to see Moriarty."

"If anything goes wrong, just pull me over there. My physical strength should be able to withstand a short-distance traverse." He walked past Miss Jeanne, took a glass of red wine from the tray carried by the waiter, and whispered these words as their bodies intertwined.

"........."

There was no response, but Cecilia knew that Miss Jeanne had heard her, but whether Miss Jeanne would act on it was another matter entirely.

After saying this, Cecilia left Miss Jeanne's side, while Miss Jeanne turned and walked directly to a side door, handed an invitation to the person standing by the door, told him to give it to Professor Moriarty, and then opened the door and went inside.

Switzerland is a country that snows all year round, and it just so happens to be snowing recently. Similarly, Miss Jeanne did not have to wait here for long.

Within minutes, the person Miss Jeanne was waiting for had arrived.

"Excuse me, did I arrive at the wrong time?" Moriarty asked as he opened the door.

"Absolutely not."

“We two will eventually finish this game.” Moriarty said, looking at the chessboard laid out there, and picked up the timer from the table beside him.

The two are going to play a fast game, and it's hard to say how long it will last, but it's likely that a winner will emerge, since this should be their last showdown.

There was no reply, but Miss Jeanne clearly acquiesced to Moriarty's statement.

She sat down on the side of the black pieces, and Moriarty timely draped a coat over Miss Jeanne's shoulders.

"I can't let you get cold." He said this with concern for his opponent, but the relationship between the two was actually quite delicate.

No, it can't really be called subtle.

If Moriarty had met Jeanne at this stage of his life when he was younger, their relationship probably wouldn't have developed this way. And Moriarty might have been too preoccupied with pursuing Jeanne to manage his criminal empire.

However, the time when the two met was not the time I mentioned, but the present time, which is why the two are sitting here facing each other, each confronting their lifelong nemesis.

"Speaking of which, what about Miss Cecilia?" Moriarty finally asked the question that he was more concerned about.

"She's dealing with the world war right now." Although she said that, Miss Jeanne's words didn't sound like she was talking about the world war at all; rather, they sounded like a conversation between two close friends.

“What an enviable relationship,” Moriarty said, before making his first move on the chessboard.

The very first step.

"Who do you think your brother is?" Cecilia asked Simsa, who was standing beside her.

"Four of the ambassadors had their scars hidden by their sideburns, and they were about the same size as my brother, so it was hard to tell them apart," she said, examining the list of dangers given to her by Miss Jeanne.

“This is a bit troublesome, but we can create an opportunity for him to make a move, and then you can stop her.” He glanced at the servant who was about to pass by him.

"Ah."

He reached out and knocked the entire tray holding the wine glasses to the ground.

The crisp sound was followed by silence from everyone present, because everyone there was tense, more tense than anyone else in the world.

But there was one exception, and in that instant, Cecilia caught sight of that person.

The man's right hand was already inside his shirt, seemingly intending to pull out a pistol and assassinate an ambassador, thus triggering a war.

Simsa was still standing at a distance, seemingly unable to stop it.

'This is troublesome.' Thinking this, Cecilia quickly adjusted her breathing and used Ripple to temporarily strengthen her body.

"Whoo~~~"

boom! ! !

The shot rang out, but no one was hurt. Cecilia had raised the entire pistol before he fired, and the bullet ultimately hit the ceiling.

"Oh, it seems war is about to break out," Moriarty said, hearing the gunshots.