232 – Catastrophe (15)
Ah!
I ended up saying something stupid without realizing it. No, did you spit it out? James Moriarty couldn’t decide if that was true or not. However, he could only tell that he was not his usual self. He was like a child.
Like a child, no, like an idiot, he sighed in surprise. No, maybe he wanted to lament but he couldn’t make a sound.
Why? Why couldn’t he make a sound? He had a question, but strangely he couldn’t come up with an answer. Is there something wrong with my head? Maybe so.
No, I’m not really sure. Moriarty thought for a very brief moment and came to a conclusion. He could realize that something was strange, that something was wrong, but at the same time he had no idea what was happening, what he was doing, nothing like that.
It was a feeling I had experienced for the first time in my life. No, wasn’t it?
He had to worry because he couldn’t experience everything. What was clear was an unfamiliar sensation. It was like he was dreaming, but no matter how much he thought about it, it wasn’t a dream. I don’t feel anything.
It seemed like his own body existed, but at the same time he couldn’t feel anything. If there is such a thing as a soul, it felt as if someone had forcibly separated my soul from my body.
Of course, I couldn’t be sure of anything.
Ah, I finally figured out one thing. My body was heavy. Maybe he fell to the floor. It felt like a heavy stone was weighing down on me. I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t feel any pain. Maybe your brain is intentionally avoiding feeling pain.
What on earth happened?
Yes, he unsightly suffered a ‘small’ defeat from his student. Holmes won a small victory from Moriarty himself. Yes, it’s a small victory at best. Small victories, insignificant victories.
He had to laugh at his pupil, who had not grown at all since she was a child and a girl. It was pathetic to see him laughing at his teacher over such a small victory. He had to think so.
But it was impossible. James Moriarty was behaving like a child, and although he couldn’t be fully aware of it, he was at the same time vaguely aware of what he was doing. Maybe that was why he was behaving even more immaturely like a child or ugly like a villain.
No, it was not a small victory. If left like this, it could become a truly dangerous blow. Therefore, he had to act nimbly. This was clearly a different type of work than James Moriarty’s usual routine.
Usually he is the one who plans things and executes them first, but this time he had to block and defend against Holmes’ attack.
But I couldn’t admit it. He always thought he was playing a game with Holmes, but it was no different from a child’s play.
Just like children, these games were selfish games that only one could enjoy. If your opponent is having fun and he or she is beating you, it is no longer a fun game.
And he reacted like an adult even to small defeats.
He will have to resign from his position as a professor in disgrace, as he calmly told Holmes. Of course, officially, he will just step down from the front line for a while, citing personal health or other banal reasons, but won’t unsavory rumors surrounding James Moriarty spread in social circles?
His organization itself will still be strong, but this was clearly a huge blow.
Maybe I should look for a position as an instructor at a bad military school. His eldest brother was a successful soldier, and even Moriarty, who had no family affection for his family, was able to ask him to look after his place.
Nevertheless, it was a painful defeat. Perhaps, for James Moriarty, the name Professor James Moriarty may have been more important than expected.
So I acted somewhat like a child. As the police inspector and officers approached Clay and the vampire who had been caught in such an unsightly manner and continued to give explanations, he vented his anger.
The clay was soon released. He had given him similar preparations in case something unexpected happened, and above all, thanks to his family, these ‘petty’ crimes were quickly put to rest.
There are quite a few people involved, so everyone will want to take it easy. Originally, even James Moriarty, who was just a middle-class man, would have been a scapegoat, but now only one vampire, a vampire from Eastern Europe, was going to be the scapegoat who would take all the blame.
Of course, Inspector Lestrade looked at Professor James Moriarty with a half-suspicious eye as he calmly ‘persuaded’ him, but that was all.
It was a shameful experience for James Moriarty that even that stupid inspector now looked at him with a bit of suspicion.
It was then.
Something happened that no one expected. It was literally a coincidence. Strange coincidence. It could happen, but it’s a coincidence that can be mistaken for a predetermined fate.
Even now, the street wizard who has taken on the role of a double agent for his own survival wants at least a coincidence, and as he assured his student, luck will be needed for his downfall, just like the professor’s ridicule and the student’s agreement, just coincidence. It didn’t pass.
The vampire suddenly lunges towards Professor James Moriarty, as if feeling insulted. Thanks to Watson, she was a vampire who had been walking around like a half-corpse all this while, so the officers may have let their guard down.
Also, the old vampire may have done it because she was angry at the child in front of her who was mocking her to vent her anger like a child and to make excuses for herself.
Of course, the captured Count Dracula did not know M’s identity, and he thought that the professor in front of him was just a fool who had been tricked by his student Clay without knowing anything.
As if making a final struggle, the vampire attacked the man in front of her. An attack with literal murderous intent. Not for a meal, but to vent off accumulated emotions.
The vampire bites her neck. If she had been an ordinary person, she would have been slightly injured, but no matter how much she was reduced to ashes by a witch, a vampire was still a vampire.
A scream is heard.
But even in the midst of this, James Moriarty, who was dying, did not calmly resist.
Why? Moriarty couldn’t come up with a clear answer. Maybe it was an attempt to run away like he always thought.
Various thoughts come to mind. Stupid thoughts also come to mind.
‘Now that I think about it… Did you say that if a virgin is bitten, she becomes a vampire?
I don’t know because I don’t remember my previous life, but in this life, I was as ‘pure’ as a monk. Don’t stupid vampires enjoy their own blood? If I were to live as a vampire again, I might be able to do more than I could in my normal days. Of course, I knew it was a rumor that people believed. I burst into laughter without realizing it. But there was no laughter.
Maybe it was because he was really dying.
Only then did he realize that it was a mistake. He shouldn’t have gone on like this. He shouldn’t have fallen like this. Yes, he couldn’t change what had already happened, so he might as well have died like this.
I had to respond to Holmes’ blow. There is a traitor.
The traitor… Who on earth?
You have to think.
“Pity is nothing to be ashamed of, Moriarty. “I live a pure life, always remembering that happy afternoon with Alice.”
Maybe it’s already too late. I started having hallucinations. I don’t know why, but Professor Dodgson said something stupid next to me.
‘Shut up, Dodgson, you’re a pedophile!’
James Moriarty wanted to shout. Of course, no voice came out. Could it be because a vampire bit him?
Who is the traitor?
Ah, yes, Porok. Why? I don’t know why, but it’s probably Porok. We have to deal with him quickly…….
Now I can even see hallucinations of the damn Holmes. No, it’s not a hallucination? It might be a dream. Holmes, who always appeared and tormented him in his dreams, was next to him.
“I still think about it. It was really… back then. It was terrible. But then I realized, you really… You’re weak. And you’re a coward who tries to run away at every opportunity……. Therefore…… To prevent that from happening… Should I lock him up?”
No! I wanted to scream. But now I was slowly losing my mind.
Just before losing his mind, James Moriarty could see Holmes and Watson coming toward him, screaming. He was afraid.
I was afraid to see the expressions on the two women’s faces as they looked at me, who had collapsed in the attack, and the emotions and desires they contained.
But soon he lost his mind. James Moriarty didn’t know if he had woken up from a dream or if he had lost his mind.
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“Teacher, come to your senses! And… Watson! Watson, hurry!”
“Now… wait for a sec! “Don’t die, Professor!”
