168 – It’s My Fault Mea Culpa (10)
For Holmes, the sight before his eyes was such a strange sight that he suspected it might have been an illusion created by his own fatigue. Thinking rationally, it was more reasonable to judge it to be an illusion rather than to believe one’s senses.
James Moriarty. Her teacher, her archenemy whom she had to devote her life to dealing with, and her destined opponent stood before her eyes.
Unlike herself, who was covered in blood, she was dressed in a calm suit that was no different from usual, so she couldn’t help but feel even more uncomfortable.
But even at that moment, Holmes could not stop observing, which had already become a habit, and had to accept the fact that the image of her teacher in her own eyes was not an illusion.
He was wearing a neat suit and was looking down at himself coldly, but if you looked closely, you could clearly see traces of sweat beads on his forehead. As a teacher who lacks stamina due to lack of exercise, he was seen holding his breath to avoid being caught breathing heavily, but he could not deceive his eyes.
The teacher was clearly in front of him, as if he had come in a real hurry.
Of course, I was not alone. Unfortunately, next to her teacher was always Sebastian Moran, a cocky maid whom she did not like, as if it were her own.
That seat is mine.
For a moment, Holmes thought to himself that he was foolish, but because the sight before his eyes was so unexpected, he could not think about it that far.
There was only one question running through her mind. For this moment, forgetting her worries about Watson, the existence of that crazy killer still alive, and even her own mission, she could only think about one thing.
Why on earth did the teacher come here? Why did she rush here in such a hurry?
No matter how rationally Holmes thought about it, he could not come up with an answer. When a hypothesis came to mind, she felt her heart pounding without realizing it, but as soon as she met the cold gaze of her teacher, goosebumps appeared again and her blood ran cold.
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But even considering the worst assumption, I still couldn’t understand it. If she was the James Moriarty she knew, she had no reason to come here.
Because it was uncertain, dangerous, and meaningless.
However, as he looked at the teacher’s expressionless observation of him as if he was disappointed, Holmes resigned and despaired again.
‘My end has finally arrived.’
Although she could not find a rational reason that she could understand, she was soon able to realize her teacher’s purpose.
Meanwhile, the relationship between herself and her teacher was nothing more than entertainment, at least from her teacher’s perspective. I was very resentful of that.
I have no reason to live except you, so why on earth are you?
I couldn’t help but think that way. That’s why I hated him, and even though I hated him, I couldn’t hate him completely. No matter how much of a villain he was or a person who ruined his life, there was nothing else in his life anymore.
But in the end, Holmes had to accept the terrible truth. For James Moriarty, he didn’t mean as much to himself, at least not as much as he meant to Sir Moriarty.
In that sense, the teacher definitely had a childlike aspect. It does not mean good or evil. Because the child was so innocent, he could become crueler than anyone else, and that person was James Moriarty.
There have been several signs and warnings. He didn’t know when the other person would get tired of him and abandon him, so he had to somehow make the other person only look at him before that happened.
But it seemed that such an attempt was already too late. Is that why we take such risks and engage in irrational behavior?
Do you have to endure such inconvenience to get rid of the toys you are tired of? No, maybe he just came to watch his own ugly end and enjoy his last entertainment.
But when Holmes thought about it, he strangely did not feel sad, hateful, or resentful of dying miserably without completing his mission.
It was really strange, but at least I was able to feel a little relief and rejoice in the fact that he had taken an irrational action to personally arrange his own end.
Of course, Watson felt guilty. Therefore, in order to somehow save her friend, she cautiously opened her mouth to beg.
“Teacher… …. What-“
“You’re making a fuss about an ugly patient.”
However, my heart sank at his cold words and I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut. She was a courageous person.
However, strangely, she was afraid that she might hear harsh words from him at the last moment.
James Moriarty, who secretly looked away from such a pathetic student, frowned and turned his gaze to the guy who was crawling on the floor.
In fact, Moriarty could not help but feel quite confused. But he didn’t show it. He behaved so secretly that not even Moran or Holmes dared to glimpse his feelings.
In a sense, this was no different from a defense mechanism.
He didn’t even know why he rushed here in such a hurry. No, he instinctively refused to know why.
More than anything else, the emotion of ‘anger’ flooded his mind in front of the scene before his eyes, so he could not think of anything else.
Like Holmes, Moriarty also looked at his student and Watson, who had fallen on the floor, to find out what had happened and why he felt uneasy.
Sweeney was clearly a madman. He was the kind of person he hated. No, he was a contemptible man. Those guys were idiots who had a knack for ruining plans, and they were going to get rid of them one day when they were no longer useful.
But right now, he couldn’t think about that. When I witnessed the unsightly sight of my student dying and coming back to life, my first thought was relief.
Luckily it wasn’t too late.
Of course he was embarrassed that he had thought this, but he turned his embarrassment into anger.
He thought it was anger at having gone so hard to disobey his orders.
So, when his gaze, which was different from usual and filled with a kind of anger that James Moriarty never usually shows, turned towards Sweeney, who was crawling on the floor, even the madman was momentarily afraid and began to tremble.
Even Moran, who was preparing to deal with an unexpected situation that might occur at any time next to him, couldn’t help but be surprised.
“Gyo… professor! Flaw… flaw… hehehehe… …. Ruler… sorry! Under… But I swear I didn’t mean to kill you! Those eyes, look at those eyeballs, they’re pretty! Me… I just wanted to give it to her wife-“
“Shut up.”
There was silence in Moriarty’s answer. It was a low voice as always, but it sounded like an animal howling.
However, both Holmes and Moran could not help but feel embarrassed and stiffen when they sensed some emotion contained therein.
Moriarty slowly put his hand into his inner pocket. He then took out a cold pistol and slowly aimed it at the disgusting bastard who was still crawling on the floor, unconsciously, creeping towards his student.
As body smuggler Tidkin once mocked, James Moriarty was a man who never got blood on his hands.
Of course, under his orders and plans, there were countless corpses left in puddles of blood, but at least he never personally ended someone’s life.
There was no particular reason for him to stick to it. Maybe it was because he saved everything until the end in one last play with his nemesis.
That’s why Moran had no choice but to be shocked. Normally, he would have risked being rude and taken the first step, but right now he couldn’t even think of making the first move in front of his master who was filled with such anger.
A single gunshot rang out.
Sweeney Todd, who had been feeding his fill of eels in the Thames River in London, grew cold with a hole in his forehead.
James Moriarty coldly looked down at the corpse, holding the gun in silence for a moment, even though he knew that his hands, cheeks, and body were splattered with dirty blood.
For the first time, I felt the hand holding the gun tremble slightly as I faced the sensation of having someone else’s blood on my hands.
But that was all.
“… Uh… why?”
What broke the long silence was Holmes’ sigh.
There were many emotions contained there. He was not without anger for killing someone in front of him again, but it was very weak.
Most of the feelings I felt were things I shouldn’t have as a detective.
But Moriarty did not answer. He holstered the pistol and approached his student, who was still lying on the floor, and opened his mouth as if to comfort the child, like a friendly tutor from 10 years ago.
“You’ve shown your ugly side, Holmes. Do not worry… Okay, go to sleep for now.”
“That… therefore… why?”
But Holmes could not continue speaking until the end. Did the other person use some kind of trick? Or, is it really a belated fatigue that comes from the relief of being out of danger?
He could never get over his heavy eyelids.
It was a strange thing. The teacher was clearly a villain, and strangely enough, even though I was losing my mind in front of him, I wasn’t worried.
Of course it was confusing.
James Moriarty was clearly a vicious villain. Why did he ruin his life, instill these feelings in himself, and so casually risk his own life to save him?
He is an incomprehensible person. And he hurts himself so much… He is a bad person
But at the same time, Holmes couldn’t help but think of a hypothesis. It was a clear answer as to why he had such complicated feelings for his teacher, but at the same time, it was a very terrible answer.
‘Ah… I am… ….’
Perhaps he harbored terrible feelings of love and hate towards this man. And I hated him so much that he continued to give me room to burn those emotions, and I couldn’t hate him again.
But Holmes could not continue his thoughts.
He just felt the teacher’s hand caressing his head peacefully and lost consciousness.
