Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

After confirming that the thread had broken completely this time, Moriarty finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, no one could withstand another such incident.

“No, it’s not over yet, Jeanne Joestar.” Moriarty said this as he burned the thin wire with the muzzle flash of his gun, stating a completely true statement.

"Who said it's over?" Miss Jeanne was still holding the thread in her hand and hadn't let go.

But when Miss Jeanne let go, the loose thread remained floating in the air.

"How, how is this possible?!" Sensing that something was wrong, Moriarty turned to look at another person present, Jeanne's assistant, Cecilia Shaniat, the one who posed absolutely no threat to him.

Yes, only after turning around did I realize that Cecilia was also holding a piece of thread in her hand.

Only after seeing this did Professor Moriarty finally realize that the thin thread he had just severed with the muzzle flash was not the part that Miss Jeanne was holding, but the part that Cecilia was holding.

In other words, the result just now was that Moriarty had only broken a trivial thin thread.

The fine thread that could instantly kill Professor Moriarty was still in Miss Jeanne's hands.

He held it in his other hand, while the hand that had been clenching its fist the whole time was still gripping it.

“When I was winding the thread just now, I deliberately tied a knot that was impossible to untie. That means you can no longer fight. It’s over, Moriarty. Everything you have is over.” With these words, Miss Jeanne once again used the thin thread in her hand to transmit ripples and attack Moriarty once more.

This time, Moriarty was completely trapped. It was too late. Even with his vampire-like physical abilities, it was too late to cut the thread again.

This situation ultimately led to Moriarty's body being cut apart by wavy lines, gradually turning into ashes piece by piece.

“It seems the game is completely over,” Moriarty said, now that only a head remained.

“Yes, it’s over. It’s all finally over.” Miss Jeanne said, looking at the head that was gradually turning to dust.

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Moriarty's part is over. Next, I'll go back to JoJo's Bizarre Adventure to attend the graduation ceremony, and then deal with the Duke of Blackwood's incident. After that, I'll head to F/A (laughs).

Thanks to Jeanne Dalque, Merlin (awesome!), and Yunru for the recommendation.

Thank you for the spicy snacks and monthly pass on the fifth day of the cycle.

Ripples and Blood's Carnival: Chapter Twenty-Two - I Think You Should Go Back

Finally, with Moriarty's death, the whole incident came to a complete end. With the incident over, Cecilia and Jeanne began their return to London. Although the matter of Ripple and vampires still needed to be discussed for a long time, Cecilia and Jeanne decided to go back now.

"How does it feel to postpone the World War, Cecilia, Simsa?" Miss Jeanne asked Cecilia as she sat on the train to France, swirling a goblet filled with dark red liquid.

“I think we should go home.” Cecilia looked out the window at the scenery rushing by, seemingly about to say something, but ultimately stopped and didn’t continue.

"I think this should have been a remarkable thing, but I don't feel anything." Unlike Cecilia, who ended everything with a single sentence, Simsa said this, but it was as if, just as she herself said, she didn't feel anything. It should have been something to be praised, but in the end, it was still just a single sentence.

"I think the trip is more commendable than the incident itself."

In the end, this sentence sums up this trip.

Yes, this was a remarkable trip. In an era where transportation and other aspects were not yet fully developed, no one could deny the greatness of such a journey that spanned three countries in about ten days.

"Simsa, what are you planning to do next?" Looking at the two people with their uncertain expressions, Miss Jeanne decided to say something, something that might make their expressions a little better.

"Me? I plan to go home first. If there are no problems with this train, I should be back in France by tomorrow morning. I'll head back from France." Hearing Miss Jeanne's words, Simssa paused for a moment before recalling why he had boarded the train in the first place.

All three of them planned to go home, back to their own little nest, back to the little nest where they had lived for a long time.

"Speaking of which, Cecilia, do you remember that?" Listening to the two of them talking about going home, Miss Jeanne seemed to recall something, something very important.

“Ah, right, Hudson.” After Jeanne’s reminder, Cecilia also remembered the landlady who was waiting for them at 221B Baker Street.

"And it's not just Hudson, Dio will definitely find out too. I'll have to explain this to Dio when I get back. Ugh, just thinking about it gives me a headache." People tend to remember the first thing they forget, and then a second, or even a third, in a very short time. But in reality, Jojo probably won't even notice it.

Therefore, in this situation, Miss Jeanne and Cecilia only need to think about how to explain the problem to these two people who regularly read newspapers.

After all, Jojo preferred playing with Alina to reading the newspaper.

"Who are Dio and Hudson?" Seeing the two of them looking troubled, Simsa was a little curious about what kind of people could give these two such headaches.

“Miss Hudson is our landlady, and Dio is like my younger brother,” Miss Jeanne explained.

“My little brother.” Hearing this long-lost address, Simsa thought of his little brother who had been kidnapped by Moriarty. Although that little brother was now in prison, at least he wasn’t dead.

Compared to the most tragic ending, René still got a not-so-bad ending.

Similarly, Simsa was not dissatisfied with the outcome; it was a simple matter, hence the simple solution.

Although the process was indeed a bit tortuous and bizarre.

"Simsa, why don't you go back to your private room and rest for a bit? Jeanne and I might need to rehearse our story a little." Cecilia said, just as troubled as Jeanne, because it was best to avoid being exposed as soon as she was asked.

"Ah, okay." Seeing the situation of the two of them, Simsa did not intend to disturb them too much in their efforts to sort out the events.

Several hours later, the two finally finished getting ready and were about to lie down and go to sleep.

However, neither of them could fall asleep. Yes, with Simsa present, their communication was not as smooth as it should have been. After all, there were some things that couldn't be said in Simsa's presence.

“Jeanne.” Cecilia knew very well that Miss Jeanne was not asleep, which was why she asked at this moment.

"Mmm." Miss Jeanne responded to Cecilia's call.

"You used Honkai energy when you were dealing with Moriarty, right?"

"Yes, I used it."

"Then your body." Yes, Cecilia remembered what Jeanne had told her years ago. Compared to Cecilia's situation, Jeanne's body was completely unable to use Honkai energy. In fact, even the slightest contact would cause her to become a zombie.

"His right arm has turned into a zombie-like form, but it's okay, it will dissipate after a while."

“Tell the truth.” Cecilia could easily sense something different from Miss Jeanne’s words, and this difference made Cecilia realize that Miss Jeanne was lying.

"And the right leg."

"If it's just these two places, there shouldn't be too much of a problem. The Herrscher core will gather that Honkai energy back." Cecilia breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing that only one hand and one leg had become a zombie, since it hadn't spread to the torso, so there wasn't much of a problem.

"..." The two remained silent for a while.

"Then, shall we not go back?" Cecilia finally said, as if she had made up her mind.

Yes, if she went back, Miss Jeanne would have access to far more Honkai energy than she has today, so it wouldn't be impossible for her to become a suicide soldier.

That was an outcome Cecilia absolutely did not want to see. Even if she had to spend her entire life here, in this world at the end of the nineteenth century, she would not want Miss Na to die.

Waiting for a reply, but all that came back was steady breathing, as if she were asleep, which meant she hadn't heard anything that followed.

"Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow." Yes, considering the mental and physical exhaustion from today's battle, Cecilia decided against waking up the young lady.

However, Cecilia didn't see that Miss Jeanne, who had her back to her, was not asleep.

"I'm sorry, Cecilia, but I think you should go back."

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I might update twice a week from now on...

Thank you Ms. Qiu, Jeanne Darc, and Yunru for the recommendation votes.

Ripple and Blood Carnival: Chapter Twenty-Three - Jojo and Dio, About to Graduate

"Touchdown! Game over! Hudson School is the champion, and this man is the one who led the team to victory."

"The Night King, Dio Brando, today's match, just like before, turned into this man's solo show after the sun set."

"What solo show? It's just that he's a vampire and can't swagger around in the sun anymore." Miss Jeanne commented, looking at Dior who had perfectly concealed his vampire identity.

"Superhuman, overwhelming speed and despair-inducing power; anyone who sees him would kneel and tremble in fear. The eternal leader of rugby, the true emperor!!!"

"Beyond human, he's no longer human, is he? I don't know who would kneel and tremble, but I'm sure Dio will tremble before Jojo sooner or later."

"Alright, Jeanne, I know you're bored because there aren't any cases lately, but you can't complain about your own brother." Cecilia, who was watching the rugby match with Jeanne, tried to suppress Jeanne's urge to complain, but failed.

The reason? Just as Cecilia said, it's because there haven't been any cases that have piqued Jeanne's interest lately, leading to an extremely irregular lifestyle. If this basketball game weren't Jojo and Dio's last football game in college, Jeanne wouldn't have come. And why is Cecilia here? Because, of course, Jeanne and Cecilia are together most of the time.

However, Cecilia said something on the train a few days earlier.

In the end, it was never brought up again, and Miss Jeanne pretended not to know, so the matter gradually became like a stone sunk into a lake, never to cause another ripple. But that was only the surface situation. The matter was currently in a state like marsh gas; normally there were no major problems, but if a little bit of something filled with the smell of goblins were thrown in, it would probably create quite a spectacle.

However, that situation is unlikely to occur; for now, both Cecilia and Miss Jeanne are maintaining a facade of calm.

The reason, of course, is that Jojo intends to go to America. In this era, it's quite surprising that Jojo, born in a first-rate power, would want to go to America, a second-rate country. Dio will probably go with Jojo, while Jeanne and Cecilia plan to stay in Europe.

"I'm going back now. Please say hello to them for me." Looking at the two people cheering on the field, Miss Jeanne turned and prepared to leave.

"Hmm." Knowing that Miss Jeanne was currently in a period of burnout, Cecilia had no choice but to agree to the task of greeting the two mischievous children.

However, even the journey back was not as peaceful as I had imagined.

“I’ve finally found you, Miss Jeanne.” Inspector Lestrade, sitting in the carriage, greeted Miss Jeanne, who was walking back towards 221 Baker Street.

He seemed to be in a hurry; his shoes had a few muddy marks on them, and his tie wasn't tied properly.

Looks like I have something to do.

“Miss Jeanne, Blackwood wants to see you.” Just as Miss Jeanne had guessed, Inspector Lestrade did indeed have something very important to discuss with her.

It's something very important, something that can slightly raise Miss Jeanne's attention.

“That’s interesting, but let’s wait until tomorrow. I’ll go see him before he’s executed.” Even so, Miss Jeanne didn’t intend to see Blackwood right now.

After all, there was still time, at least a considerable amount of time before Blackwood died, about twelve hours.

However, Miss Jeanne knew very well that the Duke of Blackwood would not die after tomorrow; a man can remember to see his greatest enemy before he dies.

He's either crazy or certain he won't die.

"But, however."

"Alright, let's talk about everything tomorrow." With that, Miss Jeanne walked back in the direction the carriage had come from.

"Oh, right, tell Blackwood we'll see each other at the funeral, and also, prepare for panic tomorrow." As they were about to pass the carriage, Miss Jeanne seemed to remember something and said another sentence to Inspector Lestrade.

After saying that, he left.

The city of London at night is filled with sewage, homeless people, and criminals, but the criminals here do not seem to be the top criminals that Miss Jeanne has dealt with.