The following days pass in a haze of silence and rumors. The massacre at Holmes' family tomb has become a scandal, a mystery shrouded in a thick veil of confusion. Holmes, despite his involvement in the carnage, is seen as a broken hero, a victim of a savage attack. The press, skillfully manipulated by your agents, seizes the story, spreading the version of a terrorist attack aimed at destabilizing England. Watson, meanwhile, is being treated but remains traumatized, his testimony weakened by shock.
You watch all this from the shadows, savoring your triumph. The final plan is set in motion. You have sown doubt, suspicion, and terror. England is a powder keg, ready to explode. Your agents, discreet and efficient, act like puppets in a complex scheme. Anonymous letters, false testimonies, fabricated evidence: the scaffolding of your lies rises slowly, inexorably.
The main target is the upcoming royal wedding. A grand event, a symbol of stability in these troubled times. It is the perfect moment to deliver the finishing blow. Your plan is bold, risky, but it should work. You have infiltrated the royal family's inner circle, exploiting flaws and weaknesses you meticulously identified and exploited over the past months. Your agents are in prime positions, ready to execute the last phase of your plan.
A strange feeling runs through you, a chill that is not just excitement. There is a perverse satisfaction in manipulating on this scale, in reshaping lives and the destiny of a nation. But deep down, a pang of worry claws at you. Holmes, now more than ever, is an enigma. His emerging madness could be unpredictable, a factor you hadn't fully accounted for. But at this moment, you welcome the risk. It is madness itself that makes you powerful and irresistible.
The day of the wedding arrives, a day of celebration turned into a bloodbath. Chaos reigns. Guilt is directed toward Holmes and Watson, their fingerprints on the weapons, false testimonies accusing them. The royal family lies among the victims, the crime scene carefully staged to frame Holmes and Watson. You watch, invisible, your work revealing itself in all its macabre splendor. The plan is perfect, the pieces falling into place, and no one will suspect you. Holmes and Watson, the perfect scapegoats for your grand manipulation. The game is almost over.