157 – Barney, Vampire (4)
For Sebastian Moran, serving his only master, James Moriarty, was the joy and purpose of life.
Because he had been with him since childhood, he was confident that he knew his master better than anyone else. Although he was not arrogant, he felt proud that he was always doing something helpful to his master.
It wasn’t wrong. Unless Moran crossed the line, James Moriarty would also have confirmed that her belief was true.
To the public, the relationship between employer and maid began simply as distant relatives, but Moran was clearly more than just a maid to Moriarty.
Not only did he help with housework and minor daily tasks, but the person that Moriarty had raised with great care had long since grown to the point where it would be awkward to run the organization without him.
Of course, she was not completely irreplaceable. Even though he knows that she harbors desires and affection for him, and even though they are now together as family, literally like daughter and father, or brother and older sister, Moriarty can cut off those relationships if necessary. There was.
It was not something an ordinary person would do, but unfortunately, James Moriarty did not have the nature of an ordinary human being.
In fact, when Moran was humiliated in an empty house, he ordered Porok to throw away his beloved right hand man and his beloved collection whenever necessary.
Moran knew very well that his beloved could mercilessly dispose of him at any time. She couldn’t not know because she was confident that she knew him better than anyone else.
However, she never felt betrayed by her master’s actions. Since it was the master’s job, it was a natural choice and right.
She was willing to accept that fate if she could lay down her life for her master.
Of course it was heartbreaking for her to give up the future home she secretly dreamed of like a girl in her first love, but it was still better than disappointing her master.
Because the master was a strong man, he had to obey such a strong man, and the meaning of his life was to protect and follow the master.
This has been her life’s creed and the whisper of instinct flowing in her blood that has remained unchanged since her encounter in the East End more than ten years ago.
Therefore, as a secretary, Moran had to periodically report various matters and office work to the master. Personal feelings should not exist here.
She knew that too, so even when she calmly reported something related to the bar management that she didn’t like, she had to work hard to keep her expression in check.
Because I had to separate work and personal feelings. She did not want to disappoint her master with such a minor mistake.
Of course, out of the gaze of her master, who listened calmly, Moran could not help but clenched her fists without realizing it.
The wolf’s tail, which was quietly hanging limply behind her back, was also trembling due to some negative emotions, but fortunately, the owner did not notice as he seemed to be concentrating on the report.
I wasn’t too concerned about this point. She was strong for the master she loved, but at the same time, she was closer to the weak physically.
No, she could rather be said to be weak as she had less strength than the average man. She didn’t even enjoy physical activities for her master, so much so that she had to force simple exercise into her schedule to maintain his health.
However, because her master had proven to himself that physical strength was useless, Moran did not think that her master was weak.
But it was strange to see the master’s reaction whenever the woman, the woman who was at the top of Moran’s list of things he wanted to kill the most these days, and the woman who was second, got involved.
I didn’t want to dare to surpass myself and admit that there was someone specially recognized by my master. No matter how much he was treated as a rare collectible, he was happy. It was okay if the other person didn’t love him as sincerely as he did.
But I wanted him to think of me as special. No, he wanted to be considered unique and special.
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But there was that damn thing. It was still there, like a thorn stuck in a wound. I was barely able to maintain my senses because I knew that one day my master would destroy the crop, like a child who gets tired of a toy.
However, Moran could not help but be suspicious every time he regularly reported the small and stupid things that the woman did.
Indeed… Is that so?
That’s why she couldn’t hide her joy, unknowingly revealing her emotions at her owner’s reaction today. Of course, she couldn’t help but bite her lip when she realized that even that was her own illusion.
“Really… “You didn’t do anything for two days just for the funeral?”
“According to the report, yes, master.”
“Ha!”
Moran had a hard time holding back a smile at her master’s reaction, which rarely revealed her emotions. In fact, James Moriarty clicked his tongue in disappointment without realizing it.
I couldn’t help but be even more disappointed as I had just heard the last report that his beloved student had stopped wandering and started tracking down Sweeney with Miss Watson.
Everything was good. Yes, it’s still immature, but it was okay. He was still young and relaxed, so he was able to wait a few more years for things to settle down. Although he sometimes punished himself for disappointing him, Holmes was clearly a special child.
He was of a similar type to himself.
No, but when it occurred to him that it might be an illusion, Moriarty couldn’t help but be disappointed.
It was a trivial report. The reason he used the beggars under his command was because it was the limit of what the child was given.
Actually, it wasn’t without effect. It may have been more of a coincidence, but a kid saw Sweeney throwing the torso body off the bridge.
But, putting aside the fact that Sweeney was a traitor, his abilities were trustworthy, so Sweeney dealt with the kid right away.
It was not made into a torso. Wasn’t it Sweeney’s taste? It wasn’t a major issue.
Even now, nameless beggar children were dying somewhere on the streets of London. There was only one death piled on top of those meaningless deaths.
What James Moriarty was disappointed with was his student’s subsequent response. Why can’t he act rationally?
At best, one useful tool has disappeared. If he had done something to make up for that loss, he would not have been so disappointed.
However, according to Moran’s report, his student inefficiently wasted precious time arranging a funeral for someone who would not attract anyone’s attention when he died.
“I thought you were different from idiots… ….”
He muttered without realizing it.
“If you just give me the order, I will eliminate him right away, master.”
I was so disappointed that I even listened to Moran when he took the initiative to express his opinion for a moment.
Moriarty did not answer right away. He had to sort out his confused thoughts.
Surely, he may have been so mistaken at one time.
But wasn’t this the first time that child had truly disappointed him? He may have been letting go of his expectations one by one, little by little, without even realizing it, as he watched his students fail to live up to his expectations.
All he did was give Sweeney his freedom right away. This incident itself was just a huge bait.
Decoy to divert attention from the terrorism of impure anarchists.
Maybe… For a moment, Moriarty thought, maybe he really should abandon that child. But she just thought.
Therefore, Moriarty shook his head without even noticing that Moran’s expression darkened for a moment.
“No. And… Just in case, tell Sweeney again, Moran. Miss Holmes and Miss Watson, please do not harm them. But…… There is no need to report for the time being. I guess I thought wrong. Did I expect too much? Perhaps… “Maybe I should end it like this.”
However, Moran had no choice but to chew her lips while lowering her head in response to the unfamiliar owner’s reaction.
Moriarty thought she was acting and thinking no differently than usual, but Moran could tell that this was not the case. Because she was the one who stayed by his side more than anyone else.
It is soft. It’s so soft.
If she knew her master, she would have removed the disappointed, disinterested woman from her table. She could no longer attract attention, and her master was not merciful enough to tolerate her not being obedient.
But why?
Why are you so soft on those women? Like this… Is it okay to leave it alone?
Moran prayed fervently that Sweeney, that madman, would kill the women, even forgetting her master’s orders.
She was too weak to dare to directly disobey her master’s orders, and she had to obey.
