94 – A young man carrying a cream tart (2)
“It’s delicious! “It’s so delicious!”
“Watson, eat slowly. And don’t make a fuss, everyone around you is looking at you.”
“Yes, people need to eat to survive! It’s so delicious, it tastes even better when you eat it instead of just eating moldy bread! From next time, I’ll have to leave at least the bare minimum for food. Not being able to race is terrible, but not being able to eat is even more terrible!”
“You can’t understand people. “Well, since he’s a pig, there’s nothing we can do about it.”
If Watson had heard Holmes’s sarcastic remark, she might have cried, but she was so focused on eating dinner that she couldn’t hear it.
A comical scene was unfolding inside the nice oyster bar where Mr. Moriarty had been with Mr. Watson due to Watson’s antics.
The waiters were endlessly carrying out plates full of new oysters, and in front of Holmes sat the Witch of London, who was literally inhaling oysters at a terrifying speed.
She was clearly an evil witch. As if she had used magic, her numerous dishes disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the oyster shells behind.
‘I’m going to eat all the oysters in London by myself.’
Holmes quietly put down his knife and took out his pipe, thinking to himself.
Although I was originally the type to report the news, I felt sick to my stomach just looking at Watson as he was crying and eating various foods at an incredibly fast pace.
It was okay so far, but soon he would need to be moderately restrained, Holmes thought as he finished calculating. If things were left like this, Watson would have been more than enough to bankrupt her Mycroft brother.
Unwillingly, she was forced to admit in the face of the true madness of humanity that her and Mycroft’s calculations were wrong.
Of course, Watson always ate a lot. But true to her word, she seemed to have eaten more than usual this evening, perhaps because she had been surviving on terrible meals for several days.
Holmes could not help but be amazed at how even a witch could eat so much food. Watson’s eccentricity seemed like a great challenge to human limitations.
Of course, if he saw that huge lump of fat bobbing in front of Holmes’s eyes, he could well infer where the nutrients were going.
Seeing Watson fussing endlessly and just eating, Holmes could only light a cigarette and sigh.
Perhaps because she came from a wealthy family and was well-educated, Watson often portrayed her as a rather sophisticated lady, unlike her foolish behavior.
However, it seemed like she had thrown away her dignity in the face of her hunger.
However, Holmes was able to realize once again how great a weapon a person’s appearance can be.
Even though Watson was making a fuss about her and eating without her dignity, she could feel the gazes around her looking at her with satisfaction in their own way.
Considering that her restaurant was famous in its own way, everyone followed a fairly strict dress code, and even the employees looked neat and tidy to maintain dignity, so she wasn’t surprised that Watson was kicked out right away.
However, even her rude behavior was forgiven because Watson was an attractive and beautiful woman who looked beyond her normal appearance. Holmes was convinced that Watson would be a much better man if he would just shut up, stop thinking, and stop taking pleasure in gambling and taking risks.
Holmes thought that human society was indeed unreasonable.
Of course, Holmes herself was just as beautiful as Watson, so people around her were tolerant of her clothes and even her smoking behavior.
Originally, everyone lacked self-objectification.
Although he thought Watson’s evaluation was already over, Holmes was able to realize that her bottom was deeper again.
Suddenly a thought occurred to me.
Why on earth does Mr. Moriarty maintain a relationship with this friend? This was one of the questions that Holmes himself could not yet solve.
The reason I took Watson with me in the first place was because I suspected that she might have some kind of relationship with Mr. Moriarty.
When Phileas Fogg was investigating a bank robbery case, the chance encounter with Watson was suspicious enough to be considered rationally.
But now I was sure. Watson was just a stupid dude. She is and she is a really good friend.
If someone said that they were really close friends, Holmes would blush and deny it as if she were embarrassed, but it was an undeniable fact that she also felt a deep friendship for the friend in front of her.
So everything was questionable.
Watson is clearly a good person, and except for the peculiarity of being born a witch, she was a friend who was far from crime. It was an unfortunate fact that she had a natural tendency to enjoy gambling and taking risks, but even so, her friend in front of her would never engage in crime, and was literally so good-hearted that she was rather naive to the point of being suspicious. It existed.
Holmes could be sure that her acquaintance with Mr. Moriarty was also entirely coincidental. But why on earth does the teacher help this friend and maintain her relationship to this day?
No matter how much I thought about that, I couldn’t come up with an answer.
Of course, it was only natural that Holmes could not figure out the reason. The reason James Moriarty maintained and helped Jane Watson until now was because she was Watson, Holmes’ partner.
Is this why she was pondering unsolvable questions? Holmes pondered for a moment as he looked at Watson, who had once again become London’s oyster killer, looking at the problem from the opposite perspective.
Holmes had already unintentionally fought with Watson once because of the truth about Moriarty.
Then, will she be able to tell Watson the true nature and truth of Mr. Moriarty?
I couldn’t help but have complicated feelings about this. It was truly bizarre. It was also the reason why she hated being emotional. Because she couldn’t give a clear answer.
I hate to admit it, but Watson clearly had a rational crush on Mr. Moriarty. Although she was a Holmes who usually kept her distance from such feelings and romantic relationships with the opposite s*x, she knew very well that Watson had plenty of good reasons to do so.
Mr. Moriarty in Watson’s story was a gentlemanly gentleman who literally helped her through her troubles with her favor. That alone was enough to make her likeable.
In addition, objectively speaking, James Moriarty was an attractive man even to Holmes himself. If we put aside the most important matter, even Holmes had to admit that he was a handsome man. Because I couldn’t deny objective facts.
More than anything, he was smart. When he was young, he dreamed of having someone as his life partner and assistant, so there was no need to emphasize his intelligence.
If it were not for the fact that she was a villain, Holmes would not deny that Mr. Moriarty was the best option for him in a situation where he was forced to enter into an irrational marriage. Because in the first place, there were no other options worth considering other than him.
In any case, will it be possible to persuade Mr. Moriarty even if he tells her the truth to Watson, who has half a crush on her that could quickly change to her affection?
Holmes could not help but recall the few days he had not been able to meet after the fight with Watson. He had to admit that Watson had unintentionally taken on quite a bit of his life in the past few months.
That’s why he was a little afraid.
At the same time, her impulse was tempting her to tell her Watson the truth as soon as possible so that her teacher Moriarty would no longer be interested in her.
It was difficult to understand why such an impulse was bothering him.
I had to work hard to think that it was because it was inevitable to protect Watson from villains like Mr. Moriarty.
As no clear conclusion could be reached about this complicated story, Holmes concentrated only on savoring the cigarette for a while.
And at the same time, my attention was drawn to a sight just as unique as Watson’s in this restaurant.
When Watson finished her 24th dish, the strange young man who had been wandering around was still wandering around the restaurant.
He was a suitably dressed young man, and it was definitely a strange sight to see him carrying a basket full of cream tarts and inviting people in the restaurant to try them.
Some people went along with the prank and sampled the cream tart, and some others got angry at the sudden prank, but the young man persistently encouraged them to sample the cream tart.
It was a behavior that was detrimental to the store in a different way than Watson, but it was also really strange that the employees did not stop him.
And finally the young man came to the table where Watson and Holmes were sitting.
“Ladies… …. Cream tart…… Would you like to taste it?”
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“Wow! “I’ll eat well!”
“Watson, don’t take it lightly. “Why on earth are they doing this?”
Holmes stopped Watson like a mother stopping a child trying to pick something off the floor and eat it, and spat at the young man.
The young man smiled unpleasantly and tried to answer, but another unfamiliar voice intervened.
“Don’t pay any attention to that young man, ladies. There is only destruction…….”
