54 – 80 Days of Bank Robbery (3)
James Moriarty hated coincidence so much. In fact, he knew very well that he was smarter than others, and anyone who tried to use this to move everything under his calculations and control had no choice but to do so.
No matter how stupid or nonsensical the story was, there was nothing I could do about it if coincidence intervened. This guy was a guy that even Moriarty himself had no choice but to lose to, and on top of that, he couldn’t even resist.
Of course, like everyone else, Moriarty always welcomed coincidences that helped him. In fact, thanks to chance intervention, many things were able to change in his life, and it definitely developed for the better for him.
If he hadn’t been offered a job as a tutor for Mr. Holmes’s second son by chance, if he hadn’t accidentally retained memories of his past life as Sherlock Holmes, if he hadn’t accidentally picked up peonies or met Watson, he would have really missed out on a lot. .
One day, I might have become a crime consultant like I am now and set out on a path to make London and Europe a less boring place. Perhaps that was the nature of his body.
But if it had not been for a coincidence, he would probably have started much later and would not have had the same relationship with his beloved disciple Holmes.
It was clear that simply confronting a detective and a criminal would be boring. At best, the stereotypical relationship between the person trying to catch and the person trying not to be caught was boring. What was needed was a wonderful relationship where one would come up with a wonderful riddle and then suffer while devising to solve the riddle.
Although Moriarty had this antinomy attitude toward coincidence, he often encountered situations that could not be determined through such dichotomy alone.
It was the same when I received news of Phileas Fogg’s sudden trip from Moran, who came to see him in a hurry.
“Moran, to summarize, Phileas Fogg suddenly went on a trip?”
“I’m sorry, master.”
“No, I’m not blaming you. Let’s sort out the situation. So suddenly? No, of course it was sudden, because even I didn’t expect it.”
Moriarty only asked calmly, but Moran, who was afraid that there might be a hindrance to the master’s plan or that he might not be able to perfectly follow the master’s orders, lowered his head and answered quickly.
The wolf’s ears were drooping down as if they were dead, and unlike usual, even the wolf’s furry tail was hanging down towards the ground.
Moriarty knew that it wasn’t her fault, but even he had forgotten to speak to her in the face of her absurd situation.
“Is it really just because of betting? Is it possible to travel around the world in 80 days or not, at best just for that reason? Did you do that yourself? Withdraw £40,000 and bet £20,000? Huh, indeed.”
“If you give me an order, I will immediately release someone and catch him.”
“… No, it’s already too late. “If the report came to me, I would have crossed Dover and passed through France by now.”
I clicked my tongue without realizing it.
My first thought was that it was disappointing.
I had already prepared an interesting riddle. He planned to further fuel suspicion by committing suicide immediately after spreading rumors and testimony pointing to Mr. Fogg as the likely culprit.
I was planning to let him go without any pain, considering the affection we had shared so far, but it seems that his friend Phileas Fogg was quite lucky.
But her anger at having her plans distorted was not intense. I didn’t even think about getting that angry. That’s because Phileas Fogg’s unexpected misadventures in themselves brought interest to Moriarty.
Of course, there were still some regrets. In order to make up for even the slightest distortion of her master’s plan, Moran had the will to chase Mr. Fogg to the other side of the world if given the order, even if it meant moving on her own.
But that was meaningless now. Above all, the gentleman will move quickly. Perhaps thanks to my experience as a sailor, there was a high possibility that I could complete a trip around the world faster, let alone 80 days.
“It’s still a pity. There are too many limitations in one way or another. No matter how much I try to improve, I can’t reduce the time it takes for reports to come up to me……. Peony.”
19Th century England was definitely uncomfortable in many ways. Since there were no even simple telephones, everything had to be slow. I didn’t even want a way to control and monitor everything in real time.
However, no matter how hard we tried, there were still time and limitations in issuing orders for unexpected situations.
But since it was something to think about later, Moriarty called Moran.
But, unusually, there was no answer. This was also unexpected, so Moriarty lifted his head from his concentration on the document and looked at the peony standing in front of him.
I could clearly see that Moran was still a child. The child was so depressed over something that was nothing at best that he just stood there, not even hearing his call, which was unusual for him.
I laughed without realizing it. He reminded me of the way he looked when I first met him, right after spending all his money on candy.
Is it because it is his favorite collection? It was a bit surprising that Moriarty himself was quite friendly to Moran, but it was good.
The downcast peony didn’t seem to notice the owner’s signs of popularity until he quietly stood up and approached.
“Jju… master!”
“Moran, if you get distracted by something like this…” “It won’t work, right?”
“Sin… crime… sorry…. That… So… Just tilt your head a little… ….”
It was only then that Moran came to his senses due to the sudden shock he felt on his forehead. Of course, I didn’t feel any pain because it literally felt like I was being touched.
Now that he knew that her bullets were hard enough to deflect a shot or two straight in the face, Moriarty literally just put his forehead against her.
She grabbed Moran’s shoulders and pressed her forehead against hers. Even though Moran was larger than the average adult male, she was like Moriarty, and because she was taller, she was naturally framed looking down with her forehead pressed against one another.
As a peony, she couldn’t help but be embarrassed as she was conscious of the close distance between her and her master, the distance so close that even her breath could be felt and the bridges of her noses could barely pass each other.
Of course, she had to do everything she could to remain calm at the same time. She was her master’s faithful subordinate, secretary, and tool.
She should never have panicked or acted on her instincts just because of this contact.
Inwardly enjoying Moran’s behavior, Moriarty slowly opened her mouth to whisper. She still had her forehead pressed against one another. Moran tried to sneak away behind her, but he wouldn’t let her.
He didn’t stop because he felt as if his childhood memories of teasing Peony were coming back. No matter how grown up she was, no matter how much she grew into a mature woman that anyone would find attractive, she was still just a 10-year-old child in Moriarty’s eyes.
“Peony.”
“… Yes… yes…. Master.”
“You won’t disappoint me, right? “I really hate that.”
“Yes…. Chaff… I never will….”
“Okay. I can’t help it because I have to change the plan, but I need you to step up. A week would be enough. “After a week, we’ll be following Holmes around and taking care of it, you know what I mean?”
“Yes….”
I know you better than anyone else. Because I am always by your side and have been with you longer than anyone else.
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Peony thought to herself and nodded her head.
Then, as if he was satisfied, Moriarty lifted his forehead from hers and returned to her seat. Her heart, which had been racing like crazy, finally calmed down, but she couldn’t help but feel a little regretful about Moran.
Moriarty, unaware of Moran’s feelings, lit a cigarette and added,
“And just in case, I tell the customers at the bank to call me again as a warning. Of course, if they were sane, they would stay still, but looking at Mr. Fogg’s antics, we need to be prepared.”
“Yes.”
Moran answered. But was it because she unknowingly feared that her true feelings would be revealed in the atmosphere just now? Unknowingly, and unusually, she cautiously presented her dissatisfaction with the incident itself as an opinion.
Of course, it was possible because it was between the master and himself. Peony was a loyal tool, and he always acted only within the limits allowed by his master.
“Anyway… I would like to say once again that this incident itself may have been too troublesome. Master.”
“It’s for the sake of a student I haven’t seen in 10 years, but this is no problem.”
At those words, Moran could barely stop the urge to grind his teeth. She still didn’t like that woman in many ways.
But as she recalled the feeling of her forehead that had remained just moments before, she was convinced once again that she was the only one who would protect her master’s side.
Moriarty was an arrogant person, and she was someone who would show off if someone gave her the chance. He seemed to have given Moran her chance, and she continued without even turning her gaze to him.
“Also, this incident is confirmation. How tightly we hold on to the higher-ups. Of course, only a few people participated in this event. “Do you know that story, Moran?”
“What are you talking about?”
“It is said that a man who had nothing to do sent letters to politicians and famous people in London to kill time. “Without any explanation, he just said, ‘You’ve all been caught, run,’ and then chaos ensued.”
Of course, it will be a waste of time. It was an anecdote that remained in my vague memory from my past life, but I couldn’t even remember who did it.
But it didn’t matter now.
“And I really think it’s possible. Gladstone and Disraeli both take my money behind my back, right?”
I have already almost completed a wonderful city for you.
So you should grow up quickly for me too, right Sherlock?
Moriarty was amused and put her cigarette in her mouth.
