101 – Suicide Club (3)
“Tidkin, I was able to see the mansion burning over there, and it burned very well. I could understand how Nero felt as he burned Rome. “Why don’t we try to recreate the Great Fire of London 200 years ago in this city soon?”
“When the master orders, I will prepare people immediately.”
Moriarty couldn’t help but laugh at Moran’s serious response to her own joke. Because there was no one who wouldn’t love a hunting dog that only followed and obeyed her.
Above all, rewards and punishments should always be clear to Moran, and Moriarty motioned to Moran by silently snapping his fingers.
Since Moran was already used to skinship, despite the fact that there were people watching, he quietly knelt in front of Moriarty, ignoring his partner’s gaze, and immediately savored the master’s hands stroking his head and ears.
Although her expression remained expressionless, Peony’s tail was constantly wagging left and right like a puppy welcoming its owner.
Although she felt a little disappointed that Moriarty did not stroke her chin or kiss her, Sebastian Moran enjoyed her current pleasure.
Because she was sure that one day she would take the seat next to her master. The gifts her master gave her always made her heart flutter.
She was in charge of everything for her master, and she knew very well that she had no relationship with him.
Of course she had Holmes, the b*tch and the vulgar witch, but she knew well that her master never looked at them with lustful eyes. The only thing she was allowed to do was Moran herself.
She was now at the stage where she was just allowed to embrace her love, but little by little she had a plan to close the distance between herself and her master. Even now, she has been half-consciously clearing away everything that stands in the way between her and her master, one by one, in the name of doing business.
And one day, you will be able to raise a happy family with your master. She was born in her crime-ridden back alley, and her aversion to crime is largely due to her upbringing under Moriarty.
She was full of confidence in giving birth and raising a healthy heir who would one day succeed her master.
However, Anthony Tidkin, nicknamed the so-called Resurrection Man and a tycoon who once held a significant share of London’s crime scene, who was talking to Moriarty at this playful love game before his eyes, could not help but frown.
He was defeated by Professor Moriarty and had all his limbs cut off and was living as his subordinate, but as is the case in the world of criminals, pride was always important.
“Professor, I was protesting right now.”
“I know, did you really think I wouldn’t know that? “There’s no need to be upset, Tidkin, because you ignored it even after knowing it.”
“Ha! This is outrageous, Professor! “Even if it was you, you would burn down my entire mansion!”
James Moriarty’s cruelty was famous even among criminals. His ruthless disposition when not on his side was enough to create fear in even those who had not done anything wrong when they came face to face with him.
Even Tidkin, who had killed countless people with his own hands, couldn’t help but feel a little afraid at the sight of him ruthlessly disposing of his enemies as if he were literally killing cows and pigs in a slaughterhouse.
Since James Moriarty appeared in London, how many unidentified bodies have been found in the Thames under the guise of a vicious prank by medical students?
Also, the body disappeared without a trace, or as rumored, was it made into that terrible eel pudding?
But this time, Tidkin couldn’t help but express his dissatisfaction.
He was reluctant to dedicate the mansion he owned as one of the venues for the Suicide Club.
From the beginning, he knew that if the man in front of him crossed the line at any time, he would be dealt with accordingly.
But this time he clearly crossed the line. No matter how Tidkin he was, his pride was sometimes more important than his life.
Burning down the mansion to the ground without telling him just because the officers came to search the scene of the suicide club was clearly an act that crossed the line.
And in fact, the person who gave the order was playing with the maid who was always with him as if showing off.
However, even when making such a protest, Tidkin could not help but feel nervous.
Professor might have been better. He was so cold and rational that it was questionable whether he was actually human, so it was more likely that he would not die because he had clearly not crossed that line yet.
But even now, like an animal in heat, that half-penny werewolf, who licks the professor’s fingers meticulously while leaving his cheek in the professor’s hands, was famous within the organization as a fanatic fanatic of James Moriarty, and above all, the professor’s most prized tool. It was one of the
And it was widely known that Moriarty was generous to his beloved hunting dog, and even if that hunting dog bit his neck in anger for insulting its owner, Moriarty was someone who would forgive.
Fortunately, the hunting dog seemed to be only interested in its owner for the time being. Tidkin unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and waited for the professor’s reaction.
Of course, he knew very well that the only response he could make now was to protest.
However, the professor’s reaction when he spoke again was surprising to Tidkin.
“Then, as a minister, I will inform you of the people who caused this… …. Are you going to take care of it?”
“What kind of people did you burn down the entire mansion because you were afraid of the professor?”
“Grrr!”
“Shh, Peony, calm down. Mycroft Holmes. And Sherlock Holmes and Jane Watson. These three people are the culprits. That’s enough, right? “You take care of the rest, Tidkin.”
“…… If it’s that woman, I remember hearing about her. Wasn’t he an outsider that the professor said he cared about? Even though I could handle it?”
“As you wish.”
“Good.”
Tidkin ran away as if there was nothing more to see.
And as soon as Tidkin left Moriarty’s room, John Clay, who had been waiting, came in and politely greeted his teacher.
John Clay, the Duke’s grandson and descendant of royal blood, was an arrogant person who was proud of his lineage and looked down on those below him, so his behavior was clearly unusual.
However, like most discriminators, when faced with a being that ridicules one’s beliefs and cannot be disparaged in any way, one tends to make a special exception.
For John Clay, James Moriarty was such an exception. Above all, he secretly rationalized that Professor Moriarty must have the blood of ancient Irish royals in his veins.
“The expression on that vulgar bastard’s face was a sight to behold, Professor. By the way, isn’t the professor too noble to get close to that horny wolf?”
“Clay, Moran is my favorite secretary. “Please refrain from speaking.”
For John Clay, most of the people in Moriarty’s organization were trash born from the bottom, so he came in as always and sarcastically said,
However, before Moran showed his teeth, Moriarty patted her cheek and gave Clay a little warning, and he, who was only obedient to the professor, closed his mouth and sat down.
“So what’s going on? “There won’t be any convening of the suicide club for a while, so I guess you said you can run as wild as you want?”
“The body thief who just left probably complained about the professor burning down his mansion the day before yesterday. “I also came here because of a small curiosity.”
“What are you curious about?”
“Sherlock Holmes, that girl. I saw it when the invitation was handed out, but I still don’t know why Professor Domuji would be interested. “Looking at him, he seems to be a commoner with the blood of a lowly Irish fairy.”
“I hope you don’t forget that I’m also from Ireland.”
“Ha, who would consider the professor to be the same as those lowly potato hunters? “Please tell your student why, Professor.”
Hearing Clay’s words, Moriarty stopped stroking the peony and fell silent. Next to her, Moran sighed softly and quietly kissed Moriarty’s fingers as if licking them, but he didn’t care as he was immersed in her thoughts.
After a while, he smiled and opened his mouth.
“Well, even if I tell you for personal reasons, you won’t understand.”
“…… “It’s a shame.”
“Still, Holmes, you had better not underestimate the boy too much. “Sooner or later, Tidkin, we’ll see him getting caught by the police.”
Although it seemed like his doubts were still not resolved by Moriarty’s incomprehensible words, John Clay nodded slightly and left the room.
Moriarty quietly opened his mouth to Moran, who was still waiting on her knees before her master like a loyal hunting dog.
“Do you think I’m strange too, Moran?”
“I just follow the will of my master.”
However, one could tell just by looking at her expression that Moran was feeling jealous of Holmes. Because Peony wasn’t good at hiding her expression in front of her.
Kissing her lightly on the forehead, Moriarty opened her mouth.
“It’s okay, Moran. It’s okay to be jealous of that kid. Still, Peony, you are my faithful hound, and that is something only you can do.”
“… Yes, yes, master.”
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“Tidkin will most likely fail. “I was already planning on disposing of it soon, but it’s not that bad.”
“… Still, wasn’t his distribution helpful in some way?”
“There is no need to obsess over it. However, Moran, I need you to step forward yourself. “Will you listen to my request?”
“It is my pleasure to obey your commands, master.”
“The Duke of Bohemia, who saved my life. Remove it when you get the chance. Of course, give a light warning at first so that Holmes and the child can prepare.”
“… “I will follow your orders.”
Moran kissed the back of Moriarty’s hand and bowed her head.
