246 – 3 Years Later (4)
He is a friend of Her Majesty the Queen and is often invited to Her Majesty’s tea time, giving advice to high-ranking officials including the Prime Minister, and senior figures from each party. Those who know Mycroft Holmes, who leads discussions on national affairs, may be surprised to see his current expression.
Mycroft Holmes, a somewhat unusual ‘civil servant’ in the British government, was a human being so far from emotional that people around him often half-jokingly suspected him of being a machine.
Unlike his younger brother, he was lazy by nature, but that laziness allowed him to be a little more sociable in order to avoid troublesome relationships.
Compared to his younger brother, Mycroft Holmes seemed like a quiet and ordinary person, although he seemed a bit timid on the outside.
However, unlike Sherlock, who despite his eccentric and sometimes cold-blooded appearance is full of hot emotions and passion on the inside, Mycroft does not reveal even a part of his emotions except to unusual opponents, and literally does his job in silence. He was a person who focused on himself and never took off his external mask.
This is also evident in the way he usually maintains an almost expressionless expression like a mask. There was a reason why his secretary was so shocked just this morning.
However, if even such a secretary had a chance to see the current Mycroft Holmes facial expression, he would have first suspected that the man in front of him was actually someone else disguised as Mycroft Holmes.
Awkward silence passed briefly. Even for that brief moment, Mycroft Holmes, unable to contain his astonishment, observed the little intruder sitting calmly in his drawing-room.
And then I realized it. That little child is also boldly doing something similar to himself!
Of course, she was just a little lady, only two or three years old at most. Mycroft knew the limits of his age, having already experienced childhood himself and remembering what his younger brother was like.
In reality, the little lady was observing Mycroft, who was almost a giant in her own position, with blinking blue eyes that seemed to pierce into her inner self, but at the same time, she was holding a snack in one hand.
Mycroft realized that it was a cookie he often enjoyed eating, but which had been under control lately thanks to his difficult housekeeper. In fact, it seemed like someone had already brought them out to the little lady, who was nibbling on cookies piled high on a plate on the small table next to her.
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There was silence for a short moment, probably no more than a few seconds.
Okay.
It was the girl who broke the silence. The girl reached out to the plate with her cute little hands, picked up her cookie, and took a bite with her little mouth. If you were a strict parent, you might have scolded your little lady when she cracked open her cookie, leaving crumbs falling on her clothes and on the floor.
If her mother were still alive, she might have done the same to that child. Because she was sometimes strict with Sherlock.
Microft had that thought for a moment. Of course, he couldn’t take his eyes off the little lady, who was chewing on cookies like a squirrel and slowly blinking her big eyes.
Who on earth is that child?
I had that thought. Of course, right after that, Mycroft realized that he had been very foolish.
Who on earth is that kid?
The answer was vaguely visible. Mycroft was a different yet similar human being to his younger brother. The cute evidence was sitting in front of him, and he already vaguely realized the truth that the evidence meant.
But he tried hard to deny that understanding. Of course he couldn’t blame Mycroft Holmes. No matter how extraordinary he was, if he faced a situation like now, it would have been difficult for him to remain calm.
If it’s someone else’s business, I don’t know, but if it’s related to my beloved younger brother.
So what should we do? Mycroft Holmes was unable to think clearly, unlike usual, as if he had been struck in the jaw by someone’s sudden blow.
For a moment, I even forgot who I came here to meet.
However, the little lady extended a helping hand to Mycroft, who was in such confusion.
“Hello… do.”
“… Ah… …. That… Okay, hello, little lady. Hmm… Hmm… ….”
It was awkward. Sheringford’s older brother was married and she had several nieces and nephews, but Mycroft could not help but hesitate as to what to do with this mysterious little lady.
But the little lady continued talking in a chattering manner.
“Aren’t you going to sit down? Her mom said she was rude when she told me that. I am Jane, named after Aunt Watson. She’s not a witch, I want to do magic too, but it’s a shame she can only do it as Shirley. Strange, right? I want to use magic like a witch, but she just says that Mom can’t help it. But like James and Victoria, they don’t have tails, so they’re boring. Cookies are delicious. “Do you want to eat too?”
“Uh… mmm… …. That… I see? “Okay, thank you.”
Still slowly making his way inside with awkward movements, Mycroft listened to the lady’s chattering words.
I carefully handed over my cookies to the girl who handed them to me as if they were mine.
Of course, the child spoke well for his age. At least that’s what Mycroft thought. Perhaps my instinctive evaluation of the child was generous.
However, the little lady, who was just at an age where she was full of curiosity about the world, and who probably resembled her parents a lot, soon started making noise that was difficult for someone who liked silence like Mycroft to handle.
When I thought about it, I realized too late that My Croft had only briefly met Sherring Ford and his nephews. Above all, when his nieces and nephews were young, he rarely had a chance to see them because he was busy with work.
Only then did Mycroft realize how frightening and depressing the little child was.
Is it because I’m old? The child’s unique youth, no, his youthful energy seemed to be absorbing everything around him, even Mycroft’s own energy.
The moment he unconsciously broke into a cold sweat and his body was losing strength, someone else deliberately knocked on the door.
Both the child and Mycroft quickly turned their gaze towards the door.
“Mom!”
“Yes, you were waiting patiently, Jane. After all, our good angel.”
“Sherlock?”
There stood Mycroft’s younger brother Sherlock, whom Mycroft had not seen for three years, holding a tray of tea and refreshments.
Sherlock walked towards the child and himself and placed the tray down on the table. Objectively, there was no significant difference compared to three years ago.
But Mycroft could tell that his brother’s mood had changed a bit, something that only those close to him, such as his family, could notice.
As if to prove the hypothesis she had been trying to deny, Sherlock, who had already become the mother of one child, held her child in his arms as if loving her, kissed her, and then sat down facing Mycroft. She carefully placed her child on her lap and held her tightly as if she were hugging something precious.
“It’s been a while, Mycroft. I came a little early, but there was no one there, so I had no choice but to use the kitchen. Anyway, since Jane is a genius, she has to eat snacks at a certain time. By the way, why did you gain more weight while I wasn’t able to see you? “You look sluggish now, how about managing your weight?”
“Sh… Sherlock! This… “What happened?”
Mycroft raised his voice for a moment without realizing it, but then lowered his voice again as he noticed his nephew looking at him.
Of course, unlike Mycroft, his younger brother calmly patted the child’s head and opened his mouth.
“What, haven’t we introduced each other yet? I’m disappointed, Mycroft. No, that’s not right. There is no way my brother would have looked at this cute angel and not known whose child it was. It’s okay, Jane. After all, our angel is smart. “Yeah, you shouldn’t introduce yourself so easily first, right?”
If someone like Jane Watson had done something similar, Holmes might have sarcastically called her a stupid goldfish who couldn’t even introduce herself.
However, it was a natural fact for Holmes that the standards for Watson should be different from the standards for his little angel, who was, by all accounts, a genius.
“Come on, Jane, let’s say hello. “Uncle Mycroft, you said, mom’s second brother?”
“Hello, uncle. “I am Jane Holmes.”
“That’s right, right, right. Mycroft, what are you doing? “We should receive the angel’s greetings.”
“Uh… …. Yes, nice to meet you, Jane. “This is Uncle Mycroft.”
My Croft had no choice but to greet his nephew who suddenly appeared in a still shaky voice.
I was being swayed by Sherlock earlier as if it was natural, but he was my older brother. He soon came to his senses again and had no choice but to cautiously open his mouth.
“So, Sherlock. “I have yet to receive an explanation as to what this is all about.”
“Explanation? Have you really become dull in three years, Mycroft? Okay okay. Good. Hmm.”
Holmes cleared his throat as if he was about to answer seriously.
“Congratulations, Mycroft. It turns out I was the Virgin Mary. “You will be widely remembered as the new Virgin Mary’s brother.”
“… Sherlock, this is not a matter to joke about. Last 3 years… “Something happened that brought you two here out of nowhere, bringing a child with you, and I, as your older brother-“
“Two? “You’re really dull, Mycroft.”
“… What?”
Then Holmes smiled, patting his stomach as if there was something secretly precious to him.
“There are three.”
Mycroft Holmes could feel the sky turning yellow for a moment.
