233 – The Last Case (1)
Holmes always thought that he was not a person who was controlled by his emotions like ordinary ‘fools’. And he was always proud and arrogant about being able to think cool-headedly and rationally. Yes, he was arrogant.
Of course, those close to her, such as her living family or Jane Watson, who could observe and experience Holmes’ cold and emotional sides, could confidently say that Holmes was wrong.
However, they usually did not do that. There were some people, like Sherringford Holmes and Mycroft Holmes, the eldest sons of the Holmes family who inherited the family business in his hometown, who did not want to provoke their younger siblings by pointing out that they tried to ignore them. Or, like Jane Watson, even if she told the truth, she avoided it for fear that Holmes would get angry and laugh at her as usual, poking her with his fingers here and there.
What is clear is that after meeting James Moriarty, the person named Holmes, or rather the girl named Holmes, was a person who could never be honest about her feelings and was someone who tried to ignore her.
But Holmes was wrong about one thing. The reason she hated being emotional was because it was sometimes irrational and manipulative and controlling.
It was actually like that.
Neither Holmes nor Watson could think of anything as soon as they saw the scene that clearly came into the sight of the two women, albeit from a little distance away. Of course, in the case of Jane Watson, Holmes sarcastically said that she doesn’t really think about anything during her life, so there may not be much of a difference.
However, their senses, which are slightly more sensitive than those of ordinary people, were able to see and feel James Moriarty more vividly as he was attacked by a vampire and literally just before he was killed.
Why? What happened? Why the hell are you a teacher?
Holmes’ brain, which would normally notice and analyze a lot of information out of the corner of his eye for less than a few seconds, could not even ask such a question.
When I came to my senses.
No, because they didn’t come to their senses on the spot, looking back later, the two people thought that it was just their bodies that moved first.
Of course, there was a distance, so the inspector and police officers were already trying to subdue the vampire in some way before the two men jumped into the scene of the raid.
The unexpected attack was evidence of the officers’ incompetence. However, the fact that Inspector Lestrade quickly came to his senses and barely managed to distance himself from the victim by kicking the vampire was proof of his limited ability. Of course, it was only a belated proof.
The vampire rolling around on the floor cried out in resistance. Meanwhile, Professor James Moriarty, who had fainted on the floor and was still bleeding hot and red, was dying.
On the floor surrounding him, a pool of blood was slowly expanding in size.
Astute people would have made the reasonable judgment that it may already be too late. Vampires usually drink human blood, but they do not cause death by simply sucking blood. It was not the mercy of vampires, but the result of evolution to consume food for a long time.
But as of now, the vampire was not biting off the opponent’s neck to suck blood. Even a dull person could notice it.
While Inspector Lestrade was swearing under his breath and pulling out a pistol to suppress the vampire, Holmes rushed at the rampaging vampire.
At that moment, both the police inspector and the officers had no choice but to tremble and stop in front of this deadly force. Inspector Lestrade was horrified to see that the smart detective he had always known suddenly turned into a maniacal murderer.
When I belatedly came to my senses, I had to barely stop Miss Holmes, who was really trying to cut off the vampire’s breath, who had already lost half of her reason. Of course, all of her officers on scene had to rush in to calm her down as they barely managed to subdue her.
However, thanks to Miss Watson, who was kneeling on the floor next to her, screaming, Miss Holmes seemed to have regained some of her senses.
Of course, it was Inspector Lestrade’s mistake as it was only apparent. However, neither Holmes nor Watson paid any heed to this and approached Professor Moriarty, who was still lying dead on the floor.
An urgent conversation continued.
Not only Holmes, but even Watson had no choice but to lose his mind half as much as Holmes. With trembling hands, Holmes admonished Watson, who did not hesitate to use magic even in the face of the fear of losing his memories.
It was a method that was uncharacteristic of her in many ways, but both Watson and Holmes thought it should be done that way. No, I moved instinctively.
The treatment itself could not be completed perfectly. The wounds left by the vampire did not fully accept Watson’s treatment, as if they were an evil curse. Above all, Holmes, who came to her senses a little later, calmed Watson down and stopped her from overdoing it.
Fortunately, Professor James Moriarty survived, but was immediately taken to the hospital. His consciousness did not return even after several hours.
Although it was late at night, Holmes and Watson guarded the hospital room where Professor James Moriarty was hospitalized. Of course, this was possible thanks to everyone’s hard work.
Both of them were ‘acquainted’ with James Moriarty, but that did not mean they were socially close enough to warrant hospitalization. Above all, staying by the side of a collapsed patient at such a late hour was inherently unacceptable.
Of course, neither the doctors nor the nurses at the hospital dared to speak to the two ladies who guarded the half-fazed and unconscious patient like hunting dogs. They did not dare to touch the two women who remained silent, not even thinking about changing their clothes or cleaning up Professor Moriarty’s now brown blood stains on their bodies.
Mycroft Holmes came to visit for a moment and looked at his half-conscious younger brother and his friend. Even though he sighed in silence and returned, the two remained silent.
However, the silence was broken when the door opened again, or more precisely, when someone hurriedly opened the door as if to break it down, and went to the bed where Professor Moriarty was lying on the floor and urgently looked for the owner.
“… First of all, stay alive. And he will wake up, Professor Van Helsing said. Of course… “I don’t know how many days it will take.”
“What are you talking about?”
Peony turned behind her as if growling, and only then did she notice the uninvited guests, and Watson smiled and opened his mouth next to her.
“You… No need to worry too much… Because I said there wasn’t… Yo. This. Of course, I don’t know when I’ll wake up… I don’t know… …. It could be a week… A month or so…… How many years will it be? … Do.”
In response to that, Moran woke up and carefully stroked the cheek of her master, who was sleeping as if he were dead.
Maybe the three different women were all sharing the same feelings at this moment.
But when Moran realized that two enemies had dared to stay by his master’s side, what came to Moran was anger.
When she suddenly received the news that her master had collapsed, Moran knew what it felt like to have her world literally fall apart.
For James Moriarty, her master was like everything to her.
Naturally, her countless regrets and self-blame tormented her as if gnawing at her, and Peony literally ran with all her strength to where her master was, holding those wounds in her.
Why did they send the master alone? She should have refused even the master’s command. She says this is all because of herself.
And it’s all because of those women.
Watson felt like Miss Moran was coming towards them like a wolf. Of course, she is the daughter of a werewolf, and she actually has wolf ears and a tail, so she may have been an obvious expression.
However, Miss Moran was usually Professor Moriarty’s well-tamed hunting dog. But for now, the hunting dog, which had temporarily lost its master to control it, had turned back into a wolf.
But I couldn’t move. Because of fear? Maybe so. But at the same time, a certain sense of guilt and emotion gripped both Watson and Holmes.
“Pfft!”
“Let go…” “Let go!”
Just like that, Moran grabbed Holmes by the neck and lifted him up. Holmes briefly screamed in pain, but did not resist. Rather, Watson, who belatedly came to her senses, somehow caught her to stop her.
But she couldn’t stop Moran, who truly exuded her killing intent and gave her strength.
“This is it…” It’s because of you guys. If only you guys weren’t there! “Master!”
“… That’s right… Keck! Map… I don’t know… ….”
If I continue like this, I will definitely die from broken neck or suffocation. But Holmes did nothing at that moment.
Moran glared at the calm Holmes for a moment. However, she soon felt that the look in his eyes was her own and she did not like it, so she thought about her master’s command and let go of her hand. Holmes fell to the floor, gasping for breath.
“I… Keeping those four b*tches alive… It’s only because of the master’s orders. If you understand, get out of here!”
“… “Excuse me.”
Holmes gave a short answer and went outside, supported by Watson. Peony, who saw that, sat down next to the master’s bed and carefully held his hand.
She probably didn’t even move until daybreak.
Watson and Holmes were silent as they returned to Baker Street. The silence continued until I returned to my room, changed my clothes, and briefly washed my tired body.
Next to Holmes, who was sitting in an armchair with her teacher’s blood-stained robe on her lap like a blanket, Watson simply remained in a similar position.
When Holmes finally opened her mouth, Watson unconsciously touched her neck.
“Watson, maybe I…” “I might be disqualified as a detective.”
“What…” What do you mean?”
“I am a teacher…” “I never want to die.”
