78 – Awareness (3)
In Sherlock Holmes’ opinion, Mycroft Holmes was one of the two most bizarre people in the world. Even though she was her own brother, she knew that Mycroft was not a man suited to mediocrity, even if it was just empty words.
Of course, in the eyes of others, the woman named Sherlock may also be a weirdo, but since ordinary people cannot tell the truth, they live boring lives with ordinary minds.
In the eyes of a skilled painter, even the same blue color is actually a different color of blue, but in the eyes of a smart Sherlock, she could confidently say that she belonged to the ordinary side.
Even she had always acknowledged that Mycroft was smarter than her Sherlock self. In all her Sherlock life she had never once beaten Mycroft to a battle of her wits.
Of course, she never felt superior or inferior in this regard. She was rational, and she was an investigative advisor seeking the truth, so she didn’t do something stupid like get angry at obvious facts.
But she could not help but feel a little bit of regret for her Mycroft brother. Mycroft was doing her own thing, but sometimes, in Sherlock’s opinion, she wasted too much of her good brains.
What Microsoft Holmes lacked was passion and external activities. If given the same information, Mycroft would definitely be able to find the correct answer from that information faster than anyone else.
But even Mycroft knew well that things in the world did not always go so easily. Naturally, in order to solve a problem, he would have to gather information, but Mycroft was naturally reluctant to do such work.
In fact, it was safe to say that it was now impossible. Mycroft’s older brother always said she was just a little chubby, but she had long since gained a weight that Sherlock thought was already too much for her to engage in outdoor activities.
It was disappointing. It was truly disappointing. Could London and Europe have reached this point if Mycroft had been motivated, and had he started his career a few years earlier?
Sherlock did not dare to guess which of the two, Mr. Moriarty or Mr. Mycroft, had a better brain. He could only see that both of them were superior to him, but his brain was insufficient to compare their sizes.
But one thing could be certain.
If Mycroft had been born a few years earlier, and if he had had a similar level of motivation as Sherlock himself, even James Moriarty would not have grown up like he did now.
However, discussing impossible assumptions was meaningless. Above all, Sherlock could be sure that if it were Mr. Moriarty, he would not have completely failed even in such a situation.
If I had to compare James Moriarty, he could be said to be a motivated Mycroft. He was indeed better than Mycroft in that he moved actively with his weak body.
Of course, looking at his appearance objectively, he was superior.
Even Sherlock could not help but be surprised that Mycroft Holmes personally came with his large body to bring him and Watson.
However, he was confused in many ways that he could not be purely surprised. Mycroft looked at Sherlock’s face as if he was a little embarrassed by Miss Watson’s inexplicable cold reaction and parting ways, but without saying anything, he took his younger brother and got into the carriage.
After the carriage had departed, Mycroft told a joke to lighten his brother’s mood. Sherlock thought that this behavior was unbecoming of Mycroft’s older brother in many ways.
“You shouldn’t be too surprised that I came in person, Sherlock. “Still, I must have lost 5 pounds to get here.”
“… “Thank you for coming to pick me up.”
“Looks like something bad happened.”
Immediately after that, Mycroft kept his mouth shut. It was my brother’s own consideration, and the silence continued until we arrived at Mycroft’s house.
When Mycroft told him to go to bed because it was late tonight, Sherlock grumbled softly and unknowingly sank into the sofa in the living room. Normally, he would have taken a pistol out of his pocket and made a new decoration for the wall, but right now he didn’t even have the will to do so.
I thought that no matter how grown up I was, the existence of family was truly scary. Moreover, Sherlock was so depressed that he started acting uncharacteristically foolish.
“Oppa, is the cocaine not at home? Or even morphine or mezcal?”
“I don’t do drugs like you, Sherlock. Her excessive abuse only clouds the mind.”
“Just leave it as an over-the-counter medicine from next time. “Then I’ll at least smoke a cigarette.”
“I’m sorry, but the landlord said it’s a no-smoking area starting this morning.”
“Is there still traces of smoking before coming here?”
“Tell the maid and I will bring you some brandy, so drink it and go to sleep for now. “You overextended yourself today.”
He grumbled again, but Sherlock could only sip the brandy and tea brought to him by the old maid Mycroft had hired.
No matter how much she was, sometimes she couldn’t help but bow her head in front of the old woman who came to this house and made a mess of her walls and cleaned up the mess she made.
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The two were left alone again. Still, being in front of Mycroft made me feel a little more at ease. Was that why?
Sherlock slowly opened her mouth as if to confess.
“Watson and… We fought. “Maybe she will break off relations like this.”
“It must be your fault.”
“In times like this, can’t you take my brother’s side?”
“If that makes you feel at ease, then so be it.”
“Ha, that’s enough. How can you not lose once? I judged arrogantly. I may have reported it, but…… “You put Mr. Moriarty in danger.”
“…… “Was that the proof you always wanted to give, Sherlock?”
She had no choice but to remain silent.
Mycroft’s tone was in no way intended to criticize or scold her. So she suffered even more.
But no matter what she said, even in front of Mycroft, who already knew the situation, it was nothing but a vain excuse.
In the end, Sherlock could only apologize again.
“I’m sorry, it’s really my fault this time.”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Sherlock. You… Of course you won’t admit it, but you’re still a kid. Of course, legally, I am already past the age for marriage, but in my eyes, I still have a long way to go before becoming an adult.”
“… “I’m upset, but I have to admit it just this once.”
“It’s the same in this case. Still, I’m a little happy. “Sherlock, I was always worried about you, but there come a day when I worry about fighting with my friend like this.”
“… “We didn’t fight like kids.”
“Yes, then let’s say so.”
Sherlock didn’t open his mouth any more. She didn’t like being treated like a child, but for now she was only at a disadvantage no matter what she said.
But Mycroft had tried so hard to keep her silent that Sherlock had now pulled out one of the things she wanted to say from a corner of her mind.
She was a cowardly older brother in many ways.
“I want to make peace with Miss Watson.”
“… You must have been very angry. I also got punched in the face. Reconciliation… “Can I do it?”
“Miss Watson was a good person. This is not my reasoning, this is what I felt when I met him in person, Sherlock. I will definitely be a good friend to you. So, if you sincerely apologize, I will definitely forgive you for any mistakes. “Miss Watson is a good person, but you are also a good child.”
“Forgive me… ….”
Clearly, Mycroft’s words were of great comfort and strength. But he couldn’t help but mutter the words in his mouth without realizing it.
Is it because the intoxication from the brandy has only just begun to kick in? Or is it because she has gone through so much mental suffering so many times today? Or was it because he revealed a little of his true feelings in front of Mycroft?
Sherlock cautiously tried to say something she hadn’t said in ten years.
“Mycroft, what if…. “What if I really made a big mistake?”
“… “Sherlock.”
“Tell me, Mycroft.”
“…… Neither I nor Sheringford can understand what caused you pain and hurt. But it will definitely hurt you a lot. But whatever it is, just remember that we are your family and we will always be by your side.”
“Even though it was a really, really big mistake?”
“But this happened when you were young, right? I don’t mean to ignore you at that time, but it’s a mistake a child would make at best. “No matter how terrible the results or mistakes it led to, it would be, as you say, irrational to criticize yourself at that time.”
But Sherlock still had no choice but to hesitate. Words rose up in her throat, but she could never get them out.
In the end, she had no choice but to open her mouth briefly.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“… Whether you confess one day or not, I will always be your older brother, so just keep that in mind. It’s late, I’d better go to sleep quickly. “The guest room will be ready, so go in and sleep.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.”
She had a bit of trouble sleeping, but Sherlock was still able to sleep comfortably.
When he woke up the next day, Mycroft greeted Sherlock in the same manner as usual, and the two had a quick breakfast and then parted ways.
Although he already knew the address, Mycroft left home to go to work and told Sherlock the address of the lodgings where Professor Moriarty was staying.
Holmes was a little worried, but then he bitterly walked away alone to face the man who was another source of concern for him.
After speaking to the lobby to visit Professor Moriarty, who was staying in a large room in a mid-sized hotel, Holmes had to take a deep breath as he walked up to the door alone.
I knocked softly and waited for the door to open. When the door opened, a bundle of fur came out that I didn’t like.
“You are a guest.”
“I came to meet Mr. Moriarty.”
“Please come in.”
I was a little surprised by the furball’s unusually polite attitude, but I went into the room first. As soon as I heard the door close, I knew why.
Sherlock ducked down and barely managed to avoid the blow he felt from behind. But that wasn’t the end.
Without even making a sound, but with her face contorted to death, Sebastian Moran began punching and kicking to crush her with murderous intent in each blow, and a fight broke out in an instant.
This time it wasn’t that long.
“Stop!”
This time, both Moran and Holmes could clearly hear Professor Moriarty, who was sitting at his desk nearby, screaming with all his might.
Moriarty silently gestured to the two people who had stopped, to be more precise, to Moran. Moran, who could not refuse the master’s command despite watching Holmes, calmly approached the master again.
Immediately, both Moran and Holmes could not help but be surprised.
Moriarty sat Moran on his lap as if trying to calm her down.
For some reason, Holmes was very unhappy with the sight of Mr. Moriarty starting to stroke Moran’s head as if to calm her, who was blushing and embarrassed.
