97 – A young man carrying a cream tart (5)
Thanks to a special guest from the Suicide Club who came after a long time, James Moriarty was able to smile under the mask.
Suicide Club itself was not the first place he created.
The founder and first president of the Suicide Club was a man of considerable wealth and social standing, and above all, he had quite a bit in common with Moriarty in that he suffered from boredom.
Just as many powerful figures end up falling into crime amidst the boredom of everyday life, the chairman also created a suicide club and began attracting those who wanted to commit suicide.
Of course, many of them were lured through trickery, just as Moriarty still loves to do, and the true nature of the Suicide Club is that the real members of the Suicide Club get pleasure from watching the young lives gathered like that gamble with their lives. It was.
It was originally held on a small scale and secretly, but its existence could not help but be discovered by Moriarty right after he had taken control of most of London. As he was involved in most of the crimes in London and Europe, he had no choice but to maintain relationships with many politicians in order to survive.
There were many cases where people of bad quality gave away secrets to gain his favor, or added secrets to survive against Moriarty’s weaknesses.
Above all, the former president of the Suicide Club had personally invited Moriarty here in the first place. Of course, not as a suicidal person, but as a real club member who enjoys watching.
At first, I thought it was a fool’s game, but after attending a meeting of the suicide club, I had no choice but to change my mind. He sensed that it had the potential to be more useful than he thought, so he took it.
Of course, the former president resisted, but he lost the fight and was executed in the same way as many self-proclaimed suicide aspirants who died in suicide clubs.
After that, this place was used as a special execution ground to mock those who had to be dealt with in a trivial manner. Of course, he did not forget to respect the wishes of the late first president of the Suicide Club, where he often received would-be suicides.
Except for the fact that it was run by an idiot, the club’s system itself was definitely interesting. Above all, it was not bad to often sell the bodies of executed suicide seekers through body smuggling through the Resurrection Man, Anthony Tidkin.
But life was inherently boring, and James Moriarty was a person who lived in this boring world in particular.
Even the existence of this suicide club, which had once given him some interest, was gradually giving him a sense of boredom, and he began to worry personally about whether the club itself should be closed down.
At first, it was funny to see idiots trying their best to survive with each other, and I was able to understand a little why stupid high-ranking people often participate in this suicide club.
However, watching the ants slaughter each other couldn’t be fun forever, and at some point, the club was simply used as an execution tool.
For Moriarty, the only thing he needed was Sherlock, that child. So, Moriarty was once again convinced that he could get the most pleasure by destroying that child. He had to imagine that expected future for a moment and attend the Suicide Club that he had convened for the first time in a long time.
Today I was able to hear interesting news from John Clay, one of those who recruits those who wish to commit suicide and invite them to the suicide club.
John Clay was one of his students who had recently graduated from Christchurch, Oxford. His grandfather was a duke with royal blood, so he was also a young man with the bluest blood among those Moriarty was personally acquainted with.
Ever since he was in college, Moriarty couldn’t help but keep an eye on John Clay, and at a glance he could see that he was a human being in the same category as himself.
Just as Moriarty himself needed mystery, crime, and Sherlock Holmes to keep from going crazy from the boredom of life and taking his own life, John Clay was also a being who had no choice but to become a criminal by nature.
I’m not interested in the details of his past, but since he was at school, I could see him engaging in small frauds and fraudulent gambling, and Moriarty gave him a little taste of the world of crime.
The results were excellent.
The reason Moriarty still maintains his position as a professor, which can sometimes be intrusive, is not only because of his social position, but also because he wanted to discover born criminals and useful gems from prestigious families.
More than anything, Moriarty had no choice but to save John Clay himself. Smart people deserved respect.
John Clay was quite intelligent, and in London he could be evaluated as having the second-highest intellect after Moriarty, Mycroft, and Sherlock.
And when John Clay touted customers with a basket of cream tarts ahead of the Suicide Club, he couldn’t help but have high expectations when told that he had invited an interesting person.
Because he grew up in a noble family, John Clay would have intuitively known that the other person was from a fairly prestigious family, but it was clear that he had not been able to find out his true identity.
I had already heard that my dear Mycroft was in trouble because of the Duke who had sneaked into London from Bohemia.
At a glance, Moriarty could tell the identity of the other person hidden behind the clumsy makeup and costume.
And at this moment, while I was a little disappointed by the stupid royal family’s actions, I was able to renew my expectations a little.
Although he was neither a republican nor an anarchist, James Moriarty, like his beloved disciple Holmes, could not help but be cynical toward those who were aristocrats and royals. Because he was literally one of those idiots who thought he was special thanks to his lucky background.
For him, the only thing worthy of respect was intelligence. Unless you were born with intelligence, all the trivial backgrounds were inconvenient.
It was clear that Duke Florizel was also one of those idiots. If anything, the person who appeared to be his guard was a little smarter.
Does he think he can never die because he is a royal? Or is it that, thanks to their overflowing spirit of chivalry and courage, they do not realize that they are in danger?
Of course, the gun pointed at Moriarty himself may have been threatening. But to him, his life was a good tool, and above all, their guns were never a threat to him.
Right now, Moran, the loyal hunting dog who was silently waiting for his commands by his side, was preparing to run out faster than his bullet at any moment.
Also, although I personally don’t like him, crazy Sweeney was also by his side. He was full of thoughts of getting rid of it someday, but he was a madman who could only admit of his skill.
When Clay said that he had invited a special guest, he was the one he had brought here today.
Besides, there was no need to emphasize the presence of his subordinates stationed here. If I had just his orders, I could have gotten rid of those two people in no time.
“Gyo… professor! Uh… Let’s deal with those two guys quickly! Especially me… I love those eyes, Lucy will love them! Hurry!”
“I told you to call me M here. And wait.”
Criticizing Sweeney, Moriarty stood up and slowly walked towards Duke Florizel.
Of course, Moran naturally walked sideways to protect his master, and was able to stop in front of Duke Florizel and Colonel Geraldine, who were wondering whether they should shoot him due to his sudden action.
“But I’m glad you still have the brains to figure things out.”
“What do you want, you evil bastard!”
“Bring chairs and tables.”
After whispering softly, ignoring the Duke, the servants immediately brought tables and chairs, and Moriarty sat on the chair in silence and looked up at the Duke and the Colonel, who were still standing there without noticing him.
“What do you want?”
“The guard next to me seems to have vaguely noticed it, but it’s not difficult to eliminate those two if you put your mind to it.”
“Ha! Before you do that, you-“
“Your Majesty!”
But the duke was unable to continue speaking or pull the trigger of the gun aimed at Moriarty. At some point, I suddenly felt a cold razor blade on the back of my neck.
An unpleasant sound of laughter came from his ear, and someone was standing behind him. Moriarty spoke again.
“We are giving you a chance to live. Also a chance to kill me. Let’s do it this way. You’ve already seen it, so there’s no need to explain it again, right? If it’s the Ace of Spades, it’s the Executioner. If it’s the Ace of Clubs, it’s the Executioner.”
Then, Moriarty placed two cards on the table that were indistinguishable because their backs were the same.
The Duke, who realized the meaning, gathered courage and laughed at him.
“Ha, it’s probably a trick! “How can I trust you?”
“I’ll give you a chance to choose first.”
And then Moriarty continued speaking, pushing a card in front of the duke.
“And this is the ace of clubs. Now, choose, Your Highness.”
