77 – Awareness (2)
The carriage carrying Holmes and Watson was moving behind the carriage carrying Inspector Lestrade and his group.
Because neither of them were criminals, the police officer did not accompany them in the first place, and both women sitting in the naturally shaking carriage remained silent.
Of course, the attitudes of the two people were quite different yet similar. Strangely enough, everyone seemed to be in some kind of confusion.
However, in the case of Watson, he was only concentrating on reading his notebook quickly, muttering endlessly and counting on his fingers, while Holmes was immersed in thought, chewing his lips.
For a brief moment, I literally felt like I was going back and forth between heaven and hell. Holmes had no choice but to mock himself. In this way, it was as if I had been consumed by the irrational and ineffective emotions that I had always ridiculed.
However, even Sherlock could not help but feel helpless in the face of emotions and fears created by the body that could not be controlled by one’s own reason.
Even though he knew that it had already passed, that fortunately that person had not left his side, and that he had not yet been defeated, his hands were shaking.
I needed stimulation. He instantly looked for a syringe or a medicine bottle, but like a fool, he realized too late that this was inside the carriage.
Sherlock secretly took out his pipe, but soon noticed Watson’s gaze and had no choice but to put it back in her inner pocket.
Of course, Watson was just as confused as himself and was unable to concentrate on his surroundings. But unlike usual, she couldn’t help but notice Watson.
If she hadn’t been Watson.
When she thought about that, she bit her lip again without realizing it. Her clenched fists were shaking. How long had it been since she felt so helpless?
Once again, thanks to that man, she had no choice but to know this feeling of defeat. And at the same time she was so relieved that the man wasn’t dead.
I wanted to criticize this attitude as well as Sherlock Holmes’ reason in some way.
Of course, this is not the right method. No matter how villainous a person is or who causes great harm to this society, he or she must be judged by the law for the sake of justice.
No matter how much Holmes laughed at people’s stupidity, he had no intention of denying even the basic order of society. Whether it was really right or wrong didn’t matter.
Society was supposed to work that way, and only then could it move efficiently. Her vigilantes were people she hated in their own way.
For the most part, they were no different from gangsters who were drunk on justice and only achieved petty self-satisfaction. She was only an investigative advisor, giving officers advice on how to catch the bad guys.
Because that’s what she dreamed of, no, it was her own future that she began dreaming of properly ten years ago when she studied under Master Moriarty.
However, there were clearly limits to such beliefs. Sometimes there were people who could not be punished by law, and there were still people who were dangerous even if punished by law.
James Moriarty clearly fell into all of these categories.
He alone was fully aware of the danger of man in this society. He had no evidence to cast doubt on him at the moment, not even his older brother, Mycroft, who was superior to him.
I also knew that this was a hypothesis that could be considered a delusion by some.
In fact, not even she could fully fathom the extent of James Moriarty’s influence on this society, and indeed on Europe.
Even if Holmes finally proved to the world that he was a criminal, one could not help but wonder whether it would be possible to put him in prison completely. He was a man who was already connected to politicians.
Also, will he be able to prove in court that Moriarty committed so many crimes?
Some may be possible. But would that be enough for a tough British jury to decide whether to banish the man from society forever or to sentence him to death? And even if such a procedure is carried out, will the man wait patiently in prison?
If you think about it that way, it would definitely be more helpful to society to kill James Moriarty privately even now.
Sherlock Holmes, as a detective, should have chosen that path. Didn’t she already swear in front of that man on that day ten years ago that she would give everything she had to reveal the true nature of that man?
But just now, everything became clear when, contrary to his expectations, it was revealed that Mr. Moriarty was willing to die for this whole battle.
Sherlock himself could never kill the man.
Why? Why? He must be his parents’ enemy, right?
Because she could not answer that question, no, because she had avoided answering Sherlock himself, only fear and confusion still dominated her emotions.
So Holmes turned her attention to another problem. This was the problem with the premise of the game between Ms. Moriarty and her own.
The rules of the game between Moriarty and her own were simple.
Can I really prove that the man is a villain?
But what happens after that?
Until now, I had vaguely thought that I should perish with that man, go to hell, and pay for his sins together. But there was no concrete plan here.
In fact, it was like a resolution, so it wasn’t necessary at the time. She vaguely wondered if she could just put Moriarty in her prison and live out the rest of her life as if she were dead in repentance.
It wasn’t anymore.
It was wrong to unconsciously think that this game was fair from the beginning. Actually, I couldn’t help it. Because the desire to live is a natural thing for any living person.
However, Holmes has just come to realize that for James Moriarty, even his own life is a means, and that it is nothing more than something he can give up in order to win his battle.
And in such a situation, he could also see that he would be left alone in hell. I had to think of something different to do.
A way to prevent that man from escaping to death, a way for him to pay for his sins while living on this earth forever, and a way for me and the teacher to receive punishment together.
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However, just as he was thinking about such things, Holmes could not help but raise his head at Watson’s mutterings.
“Everything… thank god… …. At least the important thing… “I didn’t forget this time.”
Watson was relieved, rubbing his chest. With that, he opened the sleeve of his clothes a little and put the notebook back where it should have been.
Of course, it was a somewhat embarrassing sight that other people would be shocked to see. And only then did Watson realize that Holmes was sitting in front of him, and he quickly covered his chest and blushed.
A normal Holmes might have half-sarcastically asked how much he could store in that inefficient pocket.
But that wasn’t possible just now. Instead, Holmes asked something else.
“… The master of magic…… Are you losing your memory, Watson?”
“Ah… …. Eww… huh. Still… “Please don’t tell anyone else, Holmes.”
Watson, who hesitated for a moment at Holmes’ question, soon nodded his head. Of course, if he were anyone else, he would have denied it to the end.
But it was Holmes who asked, and even Watson knew that even if he denied it, the other person already knew everything. Because we have been together all this time, I have seen right away how smart this special friend is.
Of course, there was a certain certainty at the same time.
I am sure that Holmes will not reveal this to anyone.
Is that why? Watson was resentful of the doubts he harbored.
Carefully, before putting the question in his mouth, Watson quietly opened his mouth, as if confessing himself.
“I first tried magic when I was 6 years old. At that time… “The dog I was raising at home was injured, and when I thought about fixing it, it happened.”
“… “That’s amazing.”
Magic that heals someone was rare. Holmes was purely amazed, but at the same time, when he thought about the size of the price it would bring, he had no choice but to pass over Mokuldae.
“But the price was quite high. At best, I just fixed the dog’s leg, but all my memories of the past month disappeared. Of course… Simple magic takes only trivial memories at best. But I can’t choose that, and it’s only a month, but everything I spent during that time is gone in an instant… “I got scared.”
Watson trembled slightly as if he was remembering that moment. It was a feeling I still couldn’t get used to. He could not help but always resent the fact that he was born a witch.
She can use stronger magic than most wizards or witches, but for her, it was like losing herself.
So even though she is a witch, she does not use magic as much as possible. Of course, since she was born a witch, living a normal life was impossible for her.
Holmes had no choice but to open his mouth in an unusually emotional way.
“No, I understand, Watson. That would be scary for anyone. Rather, overcome that fear… “I want to thank you for saving Mr. Moriarty.”
“Professor Moriarty… ….”
When that person was mentioned by Holmes, Watson had no choice but to hesitate. But he had to be brave because he didn’t want to continue to doubt his friend.
“Holmes.”
“Say it, Watson.”
“Something happened today… …. Radish… Of course, it might be a coincidence, and it’s possible because you’re always quick to guess everything, but……. “It was purely a coincidence that Hyde attacked Professor Moriarty today, right?”
“…… Sorry.”
There was a moment of silence. Watson plucked his lips again and gathered his courage again.
“That… That can’t be possible. Could it be that Hyde… Even though she expected to attack the professor… It’s not like you leave it as is or anything like that. That… “That’s a bad thing.”
“… It’s my stupid mistake. I… “There’s no excuse for almost killing Mr. Moriarty, Watson.”
I couldn’t tell Watson why it was like that. This was a problem he had to solve on his own, and no matter how much of a friend Watson was, he clearly wasn’t ready to know that right now.
– Mate!
At that moment, Holmes could tell that Watson had slapped him. The stars flashed and my head turned.
To be honest, it hurt.
Watson was no ordinary woman either, so her half-sincere slap hurt even Holmes.
“You… you! My… I got the wrong person. You… “You are no better than a villain!”
“… “I have nothing to say.”
After that conversation, a cold silence hung between the two until they arrived at the police station. Mycroft’s older brother took heavy steps to take him and Watson with him, but Watson refused even such a favor and returned to his dorm alone.
Of course, Watson did not say a single word to Holmes until she parted ways. Strangely enough, Holmes couldn’t help but feel another sadness.
