163 – It’s My Fault Mea Culpa (5)
Sebastian Moran had a really strange feeling ahead of a report.
Those who only know her part would think that she is a very cold person, with her always expressionless and cold demeanor. She may be mistaken that she is often emotionless.
It wasn’t wrong in some respects. Peony mechanically obeyed the orders given by her master and carried out her duties as if she were handling them. There was clearly a mechanical aspect to Peony.
However, despite her appearance, she was also emotional in her own way. She is only doing it for the sake of her work and for her master, and she can’t say that she doesn’t even have selfish interests at times.
As such, I couldn’t help but feel a bit strange about having to post this report to my master.
If it had been a few months ago, she would have happily posted her report. One of the reasons for the report was Fred Forlock, a magician who was generally undesirable.
Sometimes there are people who don’t get along with each other for no reason. Of course, educated people would avoid such people, or choose to deal with them in a businesslike manner without showing any emotions.
But unfortunately, both Porok and Moran were a bit far from those people. Especially if they were rough people born on the streets, they tended to pick fights with people they didn’t like by nature.
In a relationship between two people, it was difficult to pinpoint which one was at fault first. However, those who know Porok and Moran may say that Porok is more responsible.
Even now, young Moran did not forget the sight of the wizard who openly opposed her just because Banpoon was born as a werewolf when her master took her away.
Of course, Fred Forlock was a racist who hated racism the most, so he did not particularly dislike Moran.
However, she was not kind, so from the time when young Moran was learning various things as her apprentice maid, the wizard would pick on her and interfere with her every situation.
Of course, perhaps because Moran also had werewolf blood, she was physiologically unable to like wizards. But she was young, so she couldn’t deal with a fully grown wizard, let alone bare her teeth.
However, in the face of the passage of time, Moran grew up, and now the relationship between the two has taken a turn.
Porok, who was once often secretly acknowledged by everyone as James Moriarty’s right-hand man, has now become lower than Moran in his position within the organization.
Because I only knew rough methods, I could have gotten rid of it if I had the chance. However, the most important thing for Moran was the master’s trust, and although she did not like it, the wizard also had the master’s trust in his own way, so she could not easily mess with it.
However, this news to report to her master was information that might finally add to her small doubts.
Normally, Moran would have been happy to report quickly, but for just a moment, she had no choice but to hesitate.
It was a stupid idea.
She thought to herself for a moment. At best, she remembered how not long ago she had received unwanted help from a wizard that saved her life.
Of course, Moran was not swayed by such personal feelings. Unless she made the worst choice, all she could do was make a very small excuse for her master and her organization.
Her owner, James Moriarty, was silent for a moment as he listened to Moran’s report about the meeting between Fred Forlock, Holmes, and Watson.
For just a moment, Moriarty, who had gathered his doubtful emotions, opened her mouth.
“So, Porok… “You had a meeting with Holmes and Miss Watson?”
“By chance, a report of that meeting came in, my lord. Of course… “The master said there was no need to report on those two women anymore, but it seems he didn’t realize it properly.”
“No, that’s okay. Rather, because I knew it this way. By the way…… It’s not like Holmes went to visit, but Porok came first? Come to think of it, Porok came to visit me. It seemed like Holmes wanted to get out of this business completely……. “Yeah, that’s surprising.”
Moran did not answer. For she did not ask her master for her advice. She just loyally stayed by his side and waited for his orders.
However, she couldn’t help but feel nervous without realizing it.
James Moriarty’s thin, white fingers tapped the table irregularly, as if he wasn’t thinking about anything. Even Moran, who had served her master by her side for longer than anyone else, could not dare to read what he was thinking.
Fortunately, when the master’s mouth opened again, which made him laugh, Moran was able to feel a little relief.
She was a wizard I didn’t like, but if I had to get rid of her just because of something like this, I didn’t like her even a little bit.
Of course, if her master really wanted it, she was going to obey without hesitation.
“Porok-do, you are more tender-hearted than you think. Isn’t that right, Peony?”
“… “I think it would be difficult to agree with you on that point, master.”
“No, I think it’s because I’m getting older, I’m becoming more sentimental. It wasn’t like that when I first started working. Anyway, it’s a little strange that Porok went out of his way to visit Holmes first. Previously… Holmes went to see Porrock. Hmm, I guess it was right after I helped you, Moran. But, Moran, there was a report from Porok that Holmes had come to visit…… Is there one? “I don’t remember.”
Moran had to take a deep breath and answer calmly. She knew it wasn’t her, but she couldn’t help but feel nervous.
It was natural. Because it was a moment when the strong were worried about the fate of the weak. Even if the object of her troubles was herself, she had to obey, but that didn’t mean she could completely control her emotions.
She knew in an instant.
At this moment, the fate of that damn wizard might have been decided. The owner was thinking for a moment.
Did the magician really cross the line?
Peony opened her mouth, unconsciously hoping that she would please not do that.
“… “I have never heard of such a report.”
“Yes, I see.”
There was a very short silence. It was like that moment when the executioner hesitates for a moment before an execution.
Moran was relieved again at the sound that came from the master’s mouth that was opened again.
“Well, considering his aggressive nature, he’s not the kind of guy who would necessarily submit a detailed report. Above all, if it’s Porok, she’s not stupid enough to have other thoughts. “What would a guy whose life is more precious than anything else do, right, Moran?”
“…… “I agree.”
“However, the problem is with Holmes and Watson.”
It was certainly an unusually lenient act on the part of James Moriarty not to ask Porok why he did not report it.
He was not conscious of it, but it was because other thoughts were blocking him.
My beloved disciple and his assistant.
Yes, he thought he had lost interest, so he stopped paying attention for a while, but through Porok, the two people were stuck in his mind again.
It wasn’t a very strange thing. He arrogantly judged his feelings by saying he coldly stopped caring, but emotions are inherently irrational.
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So, Moran accidentally ended up asking questions about the beings mentioned in the owner’s mouth again.
“Now that I think about it, what about Holmes and Watson? “What are you doing these days?”
“… Yes?”
“Oh, you don’t have any information to report?”
“Ah… No, master. That… excuse me… ….”
When the two women he didn’t like dared to be mentioned in his master’s mouth, he felt offended for a moment, but Moran, who was more afraid of disappointing his master, hurriedly searched for information.
“Hmm, they say there are signs that Scotland Yard is trying to mobilize people again. “It looks like we’ve found Sweeney’s residence.”
“… “At best, they can attack with just them?”
“What problem do you have?”
“No, no.”
In response to her question, the owner shook his head as if he had thought of nothing. However, in response to the following answer, he had no choice but to ask back without realizing it.
“I wonder if Sweeney is doing well… Okay, I guess I’ll have to stay nearby to check that out. “Get ready in time for the raid day, Moran.”
“Master, there is no need for you to do that-“
“Peony. In my judgment… “Do you dare question it?”
“No… is. “It was a slip of the tongue, I’m sorry, master.”
“Okay, get ready.”
Moran trembled slightly at her master’s cold reaction and urgently lowered her head. Of course, her anger at having disappointed her master and her resentment toward the two women were mixed, but she had to keep it from showing.
Suddenly, her owner ignored those feelings as if he did not know them.
As she watched the two women heading towards Sweeney’s residence with several police officers, Moran had to pray to herself that Sweeney, that madman, would dare disobey his master’s orders and kill those two women.
