76 – Awareness (1)
Watson, you can’t hesitate. Jane Watson!
Even as Watson looked at the terrible scene before his eyes, for a moment he hated the fact that he had hesitated. He felt so sorry for himself.
In fact, Jane Watson herself always knew. When she went to the racetrack, she behaved unbecoming a lady, and she always gambled, deliberately choosing risky paths with little chance of winning.
Maybe she was because of her natural destiny.
It may have been a habit she picked up when she was a child, when she first realized she was a witch. Without realizing it, she was always living with the fear that one day she might forget everything.
It doesn’t matter what happens to her, as long as she might forget someday.
She always thought that way.
It was a contradictory attitude. She actually cries out that she thinks so, but hasn’t she always been more afraid than anyone else of forgetting something about her? Why didn’t she stop morbidly recording the events of that day, sometimes staying up all night?
As a medical student, I did not know that this attitude of hers was pathological. These days, research on the brain and psychology conducted on the European continent has always dealt with complexes. She knew that Watson herself was afraid of even the slightest use of magic, just as a person with acrophobia is afraid of heights that are not actually dangerous, and this was clearly a problem of her own psyche.
As much as she did, she hated herself so much for hesitating even when someone she knew was in trouble right before her eyes.
Professor James Moriarty was one of her precious people. He was always rewriting her diaries and notebooks and always remembering her as the first person she should not forget, along with her parents.
Jane Watson could be sure that, in fact, anyone would do that. He was handsome, kind, and most of all, he was a benefactor who helped him in times of trouble!
She would say, half jokingly, that she would marry him in exchange for debt, as if tempting him. It was half a joke, so of course it had some sincerity in it.
She was confident that Watson was not the kind of woman who would give her heart to just anyone, even though she had her own flaws.
She could say such things only because she was Professor Moriarty.
And now, that person is dying. By the hand of a strange man who suddenly appeared!
Why did this happen? Somewhere in Watson’s mind, her suspicions about Holmes were beginning to sprout. But it shouldn’t have happened right away.
Yes, it will be okay. There is no problem if you use it for a while. Because there are many things I remember. Even if you forget it, you will remember it again if you look at what you wrote down.
It happened so suddenly and several police officers had already been thrown to the ground, so someone had to step forward.
Didn’t Watson himself already tell Holmes?
If you knew this would happen in advance and did not prevent it, you would be a villain. And if you don’t step up even though you have the ability to stop it, you’re just as bad as being a villain.
Watson raised her trembling hand and made a promise. And indeed, for the first time in a long time, as a witch, she gathered her magical power to save the person she cared about.
The results were quick.
Immediately, an artificial gust of wind blew Hyde away, and Professor Moriarty succeeded in rescuing him before his breath completely stopped.
Of course, Watson was still afraid of the consequences, so he immediately withdrew his magic after sending Hyde a short distance away.
But in her heart, she was also relieved.
At least we knew that Professor James Moriarty had been saved. And as soon as she thought that, she was relieved again.
Fortunately, I could see that I had not forgotten about that person.
Of course, Watson, who was half-sitting down due to lack of strength, had no choice but to ask in a trembling voice while holding on to the sleeve of Inspector Lestrade, who was panicking next to him due to the sudden surge of anxiety.
“I… excuse me… …. Ah, Inspector Lestrade! Oh… What day is it today? “Hurry!”
“What? Uh… …. It’s December 5th. By the way… That monster! What are you doing, arrest me quickly! “That guy is Edward Hyde!”
It may still be a dangerous situation. However, Watson instinctively ignored the officers running out to catch Hyde, took out the notebook he always carried with him, and quickly began checking one by one to see if he had forgotten anything important.
He always had to carry it with him, so he carried it cumbersomely between his chest instead of in his pocket.
He couldn’t even think that others might spy on him. For an impatient witch, being shy was just a luxury.
After a while, he was relieved to see that fortunately he had not forgotten something important this time.
Of course, while someone was relieved, Holmes, who came to his senses belatedly, rushed towards Hyde before Inspector Lestrade.
After relief, what came to Holmes was anger. Of course, it was Holmes himself who gambled with Mr. Moriarty’s life.
However, everyone would struggle to rationalize, and Holmes, who was belatedly freed from the despair that he had almost lost something truly precious, threw his fist first at Hyde, who was trying to run away, as if in anger.
“Keck! “Keueeek!”
It’s because of you! Because of you, he almost disappeared and left me behind! It’s all because of you!
Hyde, who almost lost consciousness in the threatening gust of wind, tried to raise his huge body. But at that moment, like a skillful boxer, the fairy-like lady’s fist slammed into his chin.
Inspector Lestrade, who arrived late, could not even think of stopping or helping Holmes. He could only watch with his mouth wide open involuntarily at the unrealistic sight.
No matter how tall Miss Holmes was, she couldn’t help but think about her limitations as a lady. And as if ridiculing that prejudice, Edward Hyde’s body floated in the air for a moment and fell to the ground again with a single punch from Holmes.
Of course, Holmes violently kicked him as he tried to get up again and then began to beat him with half-murderous intent.
“This…” Hey, Miss Holmes! Calm down! Then I will die!”
“Let go! “Let go of this!”
Edward Hyde, who may have brought terror to London, was literally arrested in an unseemly manner. This was the result of several police officers, including Lestrade, barely able to stop Miss Holmes.
Several police officers witnessed Edward Hyde transforming into Henry Jekyll right after he was taken to the police station, so the next day’s newspapers covered this bizarre incident extensively, but it was probably a trivial matter.
“Immature… Cough! Under… army.”
“Don’t say…” …. Master.”
“… That… Cough, Cough! They say.”
Moriarty, who was watching this, expressed his regret and tried to mutter. Of course, the patient, La Moran, had to forcefully stop him because his neck was already bruised black and his neck vertebrae were literally almost broken.
Moriarty could tell that Moran’s voice was half full of crying, but he tried to ignore it.
What happened right after that was boring in Moriarty’s eyes.
First of all, it was necessary to investigate witnesses as a victim of an attack, but since the victim was close to death, Inspector Lestrade recommended calling a doctor. Professor Moriarty refused, so he ordered several police officers to escort the professor to his lodgings. .
After returning to his lodgings, Moriarty did not want anyone to visit him. However, since Moran was unusually stubborn and insisted on calling a doctor, he eventually received a brief examination and was prescribed medication before he could be left alone with Moran.
I felt like I wanted to talk to Holmes about this and make fun of him, but I couldn’t.
Instead, I tried to get up to think for a moment.
In a rare move, Moriarty had no choice but to raise his eyebrows as Moran blocked him by laying his body down again.
“This…” “What are you doing, Moran?”
“The doctor also told me to rest, master. My duty is… I’m protecting my master. Please lie down and get some rest.”
“I know my body well. Let go of this, Moran. “I’m not kidding.”
“I can’t do that. I realized this time. I am… “I have to protect my master.”
“Peony.”
Of course, Moran opened her mouth while gently pressing both shoulders of Moriarty, who was still trying to get up. She had to be careful. Because she didn’t want her master to get hurt.
“If you really want to get up, you can just get up. Master, I’m pressing down lightly, so if you want to do that, you can shake me off. “It’s simple.”
“I’m giving you orders because I can’t do it, Moran. “How can I escape when you press me so hard?”
“Huh?”
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For a moment, Moran was embarrassed and started making noises like an idiot. But she was really surprised.
Of course, she was an ordinary human being to her master, and she knew very well that she did not exercise much and that she was rather weak due to her height and thinness. She caught colds easily, so she knew she needed to be looked after all the time.
But this was beyond her expectations.
Suddenly, Sebastian Moran realized one thing.
Master is really… You’re weak. Weak. Then-
But that thought could not continue. Moriarty gave up first and opened her mouth with a sigh.
“It’s okay, do as you wish. Still, I think it would be best to rest tonight.”
“…… Yes.”
Knowing that her master wasn’t lying, Moran secretly released her hand that was pressing on her master’s shoulder. Of course, there was a feeling of regret in her fingertips.
There was silence for a moment. Moriarty was literally lying down, staring at her ceiling, while Moran stood still next to her master.
It was Peony who broke her silence.
“Today… “I want to tell you something about what happened, master.”
“Yes, it was unfortunate. Well, it would have been fun even if it ended the way it was-“
“That can’t be possible! Ah… …. “I’m sorry, that was a slip of the tongue.”
Even Moriarty couldn’t help but be quite surprised by Moran’s sudden attitude of raising her voice. But she seemed to have made up her mind and continued her words even as Moran hesitated, and Moriarty listened to her in silence.
“That… still… …. The same order today… I don’t want to follow it again. My… My mission is to protect my master. If the master dies…… I am…… I am.”
“…… Sorry, I apologize. Moran, I will never give you an order like this again. I’ll promise.”
I didn’t lie. If necessary, he could die alone. It was probably good for the greatest pleasure.
At one point, Moran knelt in front of Moriarty, holding his hand and pleading, as if she was praying, shedding tears.
And right after that, Moran couldn’t help but be surprised.
Because the master lightly kissed her forehead, like a priest listening to the sacrament of confession, or like Christ forgiving her sins.
At that moment, her heart pounded. Happiness more overwhelming than any other moment was filling her body with warmth. Moran was definitely able to understand.
I like my master.
My life is about protecting this person. This person is someone who might break himself at any time if I don’t protect him.
That’s why I have to protect my master. By any means necessary. Even if it is against the will and orders of the master.
Of course, this was just a weak idea, a small seed.
Moriarty thought as he looked at Peony blushing.
Sebastian Moran has feelings for me. It’s not a bad thing.
If you leave enough space, it will be easier to use it more reliably. At least Moran can now be trusted.
It was truly a villainous thought that did not know love. It was a rational thought. It was a thought that only an innocent person who did not know how imperfect, destructive, and threatening that emotion was could think.
The man and woman spent the night with different thoughts in mind.
