117 – Turning the Table Over (2)
‘It’s a shame.’
Moriarty thought to herself as she unexpectedly saw Moran come back alive and calmly report that she had failed in her mission, and then kneel in front of her and bow her head like a half-slave.
Of course, he was half-convinced that he would not be able to see the peony anymore, and he couldn’t help but be a little surprised.
And after that surprise, a feeling of regret came over me. It was like the feeling you get right after finding out that the answer to a math problem you worked so hard on was wrong. The subtle emotions of reaching a completely different conclusion due to a trivial mistake stimulated Moriarty.
Of course, if someone like Porok had been able to read the professor’s feelings, he might have glared at him as if he were looking at a disgusting monster and spewed out curses, but as it happened, no one had learned mind reading, and Moriarty alone enjoyed the feeling of regret for a moment.
Even as he was organizing his thoughts, Moran was curled up with her forehead pressed against his feet, as if quietly kissing his feet, like a death row inmate calmly awaiting execution or a slave awaiting disposition.
Naturally, only Moriarty’s eyes caught Moran’s shiny blonde hair, and unlike usual, only the wolf’s tail hung down as if it were dead.
It was almost his first time seeing peonies like this. After he got rid of the dirty girl from his back alley days, he was a peony who always showed a neat and tidy appearance in front of him.
But what about now? His gunshot wounds and wounds were clearly visible here and there, and his beautiful hair was here and there with scorched and dusty marks. His clothes were also a mess. Anyone who saw him could see that he had been through a difficult time.
It was clear that Moran was also injured, although it was not as severe as Porok, who was still spitting out curses mixed with pain while sucking on opium and gulping down bottles of alcohol while visiting a hospital run by the organization. However, it was not as severe as Porok’s, and most importantly, it was definitely not enough to cause him to say goodbye forever as Moriarty had expected.
Moriarty accepted that his calculations were wrong. He left his regret behind.
Of course, after hearing the detailed circumstances from Moran about how he was able to return safely to report, Moriarty remained silent for a while.
It was definitely a bit of a surprise to him that Porok did that. Even Moriarty didn’t know that Porok had such suicidal impulses.
However, what is clear is that Porok’s unexpected actions brought about quite a big change, and it was also true that he made his calculations wrong.
Are you angry?
If Moriarty is psychotic or paranoid, she might be. But he didn’t.
It was natural.
In the situation where Moran came back alive, he first felt regret that his predictions were wrong, and because those wrong predictions turned out to be more efficient, he was satisfied with the benefits, which was all James Moriarty-like thinking.
The reason I tried not to go out of my way to save Moran was purely a matter of efficiency and not because I had any feelings for Moran. In fact, even if someone other than Moran had been there, he would have reached the same conclusion.
A tool was just a tool. No matter how much Moriarty whispered to Moran about a love she didn’t even have in her heart, no matter how much she kissed her forehead or pretended to respond to her feelings, that was all.
At least for James Moriarty.
“Moran, wake up first.”
“… I failed. Please punish me, master…….”
After thinking, Moriarty opened his mouth quietly. However, he couldn’t help but frown at Moran’s crying response that followed without realizing it.
At first, I couldn’t help but feel a little angry at Moran’s attitude of not following her own words, unlike her usual manner. But she calmly glared at the back of Moran’s head, which was sobbing and trembling.
In fact, Moriarty could not accurately understand Moran’s feelings right now. It was a natural story. He was overly rational, and roughly knew what kind of feelings Moran had for him, and he only inferred and predicted them with knowledge, but never harbored them.
There was no way he could have known the fanatical love and lust that he lusted for, obeyed, worshiped as the only support of his life and the master who would give him orders, and looked only at that, even though he knew that he would be dealt with mercilessly in any case.
To make an analogy that a human like Moriarty could understand, Moriarty was an ordinary human at best, and Moran was a being with werewolf blood mixed in, so it was no exaggeration to say that they were different species.
For that reason, Moran had no choice but to express her wish even when it was not an order from her master, whom she was supposed to always follow and not disappoint.
No matter how much Porok saved his life, he still disappointed his master. In that respect, he could feel some gratitude to the magician.
It was better to be punished like this with my master’s new orders. Even in this situation, Moran was grateful that she could spend a little more time meeting her master one last time, hearing his voice, and feeling him in the same space.
Even if the owner pulled out his gun and put a bullet in his heart, he could have died happily.
However, Moriarty did not grant Moran’s wish. Because that was so inefficient.
Instead, he quietly got up from his seat, bent down to Moran, who was almost putting her forehead on the ground in front of him, and helped her up.
“Owner… sir? Ah… ….”
Moran tried to open his mouth. However, although she was momentarily taken aback by Moriarty’s actions of hugging her as if to comfort her, she soon quietly wrapped her arms around his back and hugged him together, secretly beginning to feel the other person’s body temperature and skin.
Moriarty whispered kindly in Moran’s ear.
“It’s okay, Moran. I’m just glad you came back safely. I should at least give Porok a reward, for what happened to you……. “It must have been really sad.”
“Ah… …. Master!”
James Moriarty calmly lied and comforted Moran. Since there was a bit of truth mixed in, he thought it was probably good.
If Moran had died, he would have felt regretful because a useful person was gone and a cherished collectible was gone.
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Of course, that was all.
Even before Moran arrived, Moriarty had already received reports from other personnel replacing Moran, and was trying to find a similar werewolf who could replace Moran. And he was the one who expressed considerable disappointment when it was reported that it was difficult to find a special child like Moran.
I knew that my rational thinking was a little different from that of ordinary idiots and that they would be afraid if they knew my true feelings, so I had to act like I did now, but it was a hassle.
Still, there was no reason not to do it if Moran, who luckily returned to life through cheap acting, could be properly utilized in the future.
Does Moran know this?
Of course he couldn’t know everything. However, Moran could tell that something similar was happening with his animalistic senses, serving his master right next to him and always being with him.
From the beginning, she could tell the lie contained in her master’s voice as he so kindly comforted her even without her saying it.
But what does that matter?
At least Moran himself was good.
He was okay with lying. Whenever he was no longer needed or a hindrance, he could have been abandoned by his master and died.
Like now, even if she is lying, if she hugs her and whispers sweetly to her, that alone makes Moran happy.
More than anything, even at moments like these, Moran had to suppress and suppress his rude thoughts. The dark desire to have this happiness all to myself, the urge to be alone with my master, was once again suppressed by the sadness of not being able to properly fulfill the master’s orders.
Even though he couldn’t know all of Moran’s thoughts, Moriarty already knew that Moran knew to some extent his truth and lies.
But like peonies, he was also good.
Even so, will Moran feel betrayed and will he be able to reveal it to himself? In this way, the hunting dog that Moriarty fell in love with was a good horse to use in many ways.
Though the man and woman embraced each other as one body, they had different thoughts.
“Peony.”
“… “Yes, master.”
Leaving her body away from Moran, Moriarty opened her mouth again, and Moran, sensing her anxiety there, answered.
“I guess we should give him a week’s vacation. “I guess I got hurt, right?”
“Phew… It’s a vacation, so I have to stay by my master’s side! All… “Right now, that damn horny farmer-“
“Peony, I don’t like saying things twice.”
“… Excuse me…… Master. Vacation… …. Thank you.”
“Okay, take care of yourself and don’t forget. “I always need you.”
Since her master took her away, she had not been away for even a single day, so the sudden vacation left Moran with no choice but to cry out in a hurry. Even if this was a punishment, it had to be done.
Immediately, an instinct came to mind: Holmes, the housekeeper threatening the master.
However, in response to the owner’s reprimand being given to Moran again with a straight face and expressionless expression for the first time in a long time, Moran had to nod her head, quietly lowering her ears.
Even in such a situation, Moran herself was delighted by the insincere words that she needed her.
As she said, Moriarty coldly forced Moran out of her mansion that morning and took her vacation in the name of it, allowing her to have some alone time for the first time in years.
Of course, it didn’t last long, and as she expected, her beloved student, who had been waiting for her, visited her empty mansion to see her teacher for the first time in a long time.
