Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain - Chapter 251



251 – Dodgson is laughing (2)

No one is more interested in everything in the world than the British. Among them, people living in London will always be interested in everything except themselves.

Often, British people and Londoners may express their habits in such a self-mocking way. However, everyone who was not British knew well that even these expressions were nothing more than a modifier to show off their ‘humility’.

However, this self-mocking expression was not wrong. Rather, the British people, and the citizens of London, knew themselves very well. If there was a problem with them, it was that they did not think that such habits themselves were a problem.

London was definitely a big city. It was the fastest-changing place in Europe, and a cynic might have described it as the fastest-changing place in the world.

The unfortunate thing was that the people living in London were generally boring. The sense that the British most lacked was taste. Everyone except the British agreed on this, and even now, somewhere in London, a crime was taking place to sell the terrible traditional British food by somehow proudly packaging it.

But what was just as infamous as these foods was their boredom. The French next door often complain about the terrible boredom of the British. Of course, everyone acknowledged that the most boring people in Europe were the Germans.

But it was a truth acknowledged by everyone except the British themselves that the British lacked a sense of humor just as much as their German cousins.

Was that the reason? Living in London meant living with the risk that you could become someone’s gossip at any time.

London citizens and the city’s numerous publishers, newspapers, and magazines have always observed others and craved rumors, often adding their own poor imagination to create strange legends.

The reason they were so passionate about so many crimes was not simply because they lacked emotions. If they were not the target of crime, talking about crime was an appropriate form of entertainment to relieve their boredom.

These days, many Londoners agree that the world has become truly boring. Most of them did not know the truth behind it, but the boredom they felt was definitely not wrong.

Just as Holmes often mocks himself by saying that London will become a truly boring place in the future, London has become a boring place for three years after Professor James Moriarty officially disappeared.

No matter how passionate they were about crime, Londoners did not want stories of ordinary petty thieves or vagabond killers. However, it is true that the bizarre crimes that provide entertainment to them have decreased significantly over the past three years.

Of course, Scotland Yard in London and other high-ranking officials will deny this from an official standpoint.

And now, here and now, a scene was taking place that would be consumed as gossip in several London clubs and bad magazines for some time to come.

People watched a ‘family,’ or group of people. Of course, they were concerned about their own reputation, so they did not look at him openly. Others might think they were watching secretly, but most of the people watching them noticed their gaze but ignored it.

For a moment, strangely enough, silence came to the bustling streets of London, albeit for a brief moment. People walking down the street, people looking out from inside a passing carriage, and people sitting in a cafe or on the street talking among themselves about what was going on in the world today all focused their attention on a group of people who could only be described as strange.

In fact, the reactions of such people may be reactions that others can also understand. Not only British people, but people from any region would have been moved by the strange scenery they saw right in front of their eyes.

The sight of a family walking down the street was certainly not unusual. If the people who make up the family are beautiful women or have pretty children, they may attract attention, but they will not be described as strange.

But anyone who has three mothers would describe it as strange.

The sight of a man with a beard walking listlessly, like a slave being dragged, and children hanging around, was enough to stimulate the strange imaginations of many entertainers.

It was a strange family scene that gave rise to countless speculations in social circles over the next few months.

Of course, the imagination of Londoners was still poor, and they may have been trapped in a moral framework.

Most citizens dismissed the rumor, saying it was just a couple walking with the wife’s friends. Some celebrities joked that the men were in fact the s*x slaves, and the wealthy or politically prominent women took the lead, but they only heard that it was a bad joke that went too far.

James Moriarty, being taken to meet Mycroft Holmes for the first time in three years, was thinking of a way to somehow escape in his head.

Of course, he was following along silently, holding her daughter, who was steadily clinging to him and wagging her tail like a wolf cub.

The place they arrived was a fairly large cafe, a place that Mycroft Holmes often used for secret conversations.

They were soon led to a cell where Mycroft Holmes was waiting.

The first to react was Jane Holmes, who had already had a facial eclipse with her uncle. Although he was the same age as his brothers and sisters, he was the most mature child mentally, so unlike other children who were wary of his unfamiliar uncle, he greeted him politely, making his mother smile proudly.

My Croft greeted his nephew kindly, but at the same time, he greeted people who were not his family in a formal manner with a somewhat hesitant expression.

Only Jane Watson had previously been acquainted with Mycroft, Holmes’s older brother, so she greeted them warmly, but in the case of the children and Moran, she was closer to ignoring them.

Actually, you can’t blame Mycroft Holmes for his reaction.

This twisted relationship with his younger brother was unacceptable, and sharing the same man with his younger brother was a reality that even Mycroft Holmes could not dare imagine.

However, Mycroft Holmes tried to remain calm and greeted his old teacher whom he had not seen in a long time.

“It’s been a while, Moriarty… professor. “I didn’t want to meet you like this, but I’m sorry.”

“Microft.”

For a brief moment, the two men observed each other. But soon Mycroft couldn’t help but wonder.

Microft Holmes was still obsessed with the common sense of three years ago. He didn’t know that the Professor James Moriarty he remembered was no more.

But soon I was able to find the answer to that puzzle.

“I’ll turn myself in, Mycroft. “I don’t mind receiving the death penalty. Please save me.”

“…… “Do you agree with the family?”

“Microft!”

“Of course, when I think about my younger sister and the role given to me, the biggest thing for you is to stand by…” “Sounds like punishment, Professor Moriarty.”

Of course, James Moriarty’s timid defiance could not continue. He trembled and fell silent at the silent warnings of Holmes and Watson, who subtly groped his thighs, and of Peony, who wrapped her tail around his waist.

The conversation that followed was extremely dry and businesslike. Although he had no choice but to sit by and watch this twisted relationship, Mycroft suggested various ‘judicial deals’ as if he wanted to somehow use it to benefit the British government.

This included cooperation with Sebastian Moran, future crimes, or providing information about Moriarty’s secrets and criminal organizations in various countries.

Of course, it was carried out regardless of Moriarty’s wishes. Unfortunately, he had no freedom.

While the adults were concentrating on the story, the children began playing among themselves. Unfortunately, the adults were still immature parents, and while they were distracted for a moment, they lacked sufficient information about what children were capable of.

“… “Shirley?”

At that moment, Watson shouted in surprise. When he came to his senses, he couldn’t see his daughter Shirley.

“Shirley… “I just left.”

And Jane Holmes opened her mouth to Watson calmly and as if she did not know what the problem was.

Then Watson tried to go outside with a pale face. Holmes followed. And surprisingly, James Moriarty followed suit without realizing it.

It was an action that even I could not understand.

Of course, it was natural for me to leave because I was trying to find my child. And he had to use that opportunity to escape. Because that was the natural conclusion Moriarty himself thought.

But has it become a thing now? Or has he already felt that he cannot run away on his own?

At that moment, I followed Watson and tried to find the missing child. Moriarty will never know why. He wouldn’t want to know why in the first place.

Fortunately, they were soon able to find the missing little witch. It was because it didn’t go that far.

The child was outside the cell, in a cafe crowded with people. However, Moriarty was reunited with a familiar person there.

“… Moriarty?”

“Dodgson… professor.”

Little Shirley Watson was sitting at the same table as an old gentleman, sipping cocoa that the gentleman had bought her. The gentleman’s identity was familiar to both Moria Tina and Holmes who followed her.

Professor Dodgson, who came to have a cup of coffee at his favorite cafe as usual, met a cute little girl he really liked for the first time in a long time, so he was chatting with her to create a new friendship.

Then, no matter how imaginative and childlike Professor Dodgson was, he could not help but be surprised when he suddenly encountered his former student and colleague who had disappeared three years ago.

Although he was in disguise, Professor Dodgson saw right through Moriarty in a rare moment. She had facial recognition difficulties and was unable to socialize, so it was like a miracle to him.

“This…” What the hell is this…… What? Ruler… Where have you been- oh…… !”

However, Professor Dodgson, who uses the pen name Lewis Carroll, could not help but smile innocently as he looked at the children who followed his father and mother.

Dodgson, who has always been a friend of children because he likes them, caught the eye of a rare group of beautiful children.

Contrary to popular prejudice, Professor Dodgson was not, in fact, a narrow-minded man who only treated girls as friends.

Of course, when it came to boys, he might have had slightly more picky tastes, but he also had several boys who were friends.

Professor Dodgson, who was already in a good mood thanks to meeting his new friend, couldn’t help but feel even better.

Above all, Professor Dodgson was a good friend to children because he was like a child. He was also a good friend to children.

Dodgson thought.

It’s good that a colleague suddenly reunites after being missing for three years.

There is no need to emphasize that the children made new friends that day.

Strangely enough, unlike James Moriarty, Professor Dodgson was happy. Above all, Moriarty made new friends for him over the next few years.

Dodgson smiled brightly.