Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain

243 – 3 years later (1)

Even within Europe, England was famous for its notorious weather, but that did not mean it was an uninhabitable hell.

Of course, a cynical intellectual might have sarcastically said that England is a hellish place where the devils of hell reside.

The long winter has passed. The harsh winter has passed, with the city always filled with smog and unable to see the sunlight that occasionally gave life to the dark city.

But spring does not come to London immediately. Anyone who lives in London knows this all too well.

Like a capricious English gentleman, the season showed no sign of changing even though the new year had dawned and spring was slowly approaching, as if he would never give Londoners a warm spring.

Every decent citizen of London had to get used to the strange weather, where it rained on and off dozens of times, occasionally hailed, and then snowed again while sitting down drinking tea and coffee with friends.

Such capricious and eccentric weather changes ended around Easter, and spring finally came to London, as if even the heavens were blessing the resurrection of Christ.

Living in London was like welcoming spring so late in the season. And finally, when the citizens stopped work for a moment to enjoy the sunlight in order to get a little bit of vitality under the sunlight that greeted them, a man who looked like a corpse was engrossed in work in his office.

Of course, his face was full of fatigue, as if he would collapse at any moment, but if you look at the man’s huge figure, he was full of flesh that made it look like he could survive even if he were alone in the desert.

Even the person who had been nagging him to lose weight until a few years ago left, and over the years of irregular overtime work, Mycroft Holmes gained a little more weight.

Of course, his family might make fun of him for turning into a pig. But Mycroft Holmes was Mycroft Holmes. As he was concentrating on his documents, his eyes were shining sharper than ever.

No one who encountered him dared to think of Mycroft as dull because of his flesh. Because when faced with that gaze that seemed to pierce everything, I was bound to feel scared.

However, no matter how much Mycroft Holmes was regarded as a superhuman among key government figures, Her Majesty the Queen, and powerful politicians, he was an ordinary human being.

He was also made of flesh and blood, had a family, and surprisingly, even had emotions.

Of course, not many people realized that Mycroft Holmes had feelings. He found real interaction with others extremely annoying, and only dealt with most people in a businesslike manner.

But have you lost your mind for a moment due to the continuous work you do day after day? Or is there some other special reason?

Mycroft Holmes’s attitude was different from usual that day. It wasn’t a disruption to work. Even at moments like these, he was concentrating on his work more efficiently than anyone else.

However, the secretary who had been helping Mycroft Holmes for the past few years could tell that her boss was different from usual each day.

Even the secretary could not interact with Mycroft Holmes, a human being other than his superior, but even the dullest of people could sense it.

The secretary was quite surprised as she approached her superior who handed her the documents. Of course, as evidenced by the fact that Mycroft Holmes still has him as his secretary, the secretary was also a talented person in her own right, so he did not show it.

Still, he couldn’t help but be surprised. His own boss, who was like a machine that didn’t look like a drop of blood would come out even if pricked with a needle, was humming to his tune without even realizing it.

Although he was always blunt and business-like, he was not a person with a broken personality, so the secretary had no choice but to ask cautiously and insinuatingly in order to have a good exchange with his superior.

“Has something good happened?”

“…… Oh, I’m sorry. “Is it too obvious, Johnson?”

“Oh, no. Just… “It seems like you’re waiting for something.”

“Wait…” …. Maybe so. “Today, I’m planning to meet my younger brother for the first time in a long time.”

Mycroft Holmes smiled and responded kindly without realizing it. In fact, he seemed to be secretly bragging, but the secretary pretended not to notice.

“Oh, if it’s your younger brother… …. Like… if…… Detective… Holmes… “Are you a sheep?”

The secretary asked, getting excited without even knowing it, and Mycroft was flattered, nodding his head as if he had just heard his praise.

Of course, Mycroft Holmes was not a sociable person by nature, and he did not feel the need to continue the conversation, so the conversation stopped.

But the secretary didn’t seem to care too much, so she went outside for a moment to do the work her boss instructed her to do, and Mycroft stretched out for a moment.

Without realizing it, he thought of his younger brother, whom he would reunite with today.

3 Years.

Yes, Mycroft was waiting for his beloved sister to be seen for the first time in three years. Of course, we didn’t meet in the office.

3 Years.

Without realizing it, Mycroft Holmes couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

It was a painful time for him, bringing overtime and hard work to this day, but it was also a painful three years for England.

Three years ago, Mycroft Holmes helped root out a huge evil organization.

To be precise, he was a collaborator. And the person who did it was his beloved younger brother Sherlock.

Three years ago, a major scandal occurred due to the information gathered by Sherlock and the secret actions of Mycroft and other collaborators.

Of course, as a member of the government, Mycroft had no choice but to reduce it to a certain extent and disclose this matter to the public. Because if the truth were revealed, very dangerous things could have happened.

Several influential politicians were put on trial for crimes or bribery, or took their lives to protect even a shred of honor. Of course, Mycroft thought it was nothing more than an escape and was cynical about it.

Many street criminals were caught. Many were sent to countries such as Australia or executed. Numerous entrepreneurs were also involved, and had to exchange information and cooperate with governments of each country.

An evil organization literally unprecedented in European history was located in the heart of London.

Britain has been turned upside down thanks to a scandal involving politicians, revolutionaries, separatists and businessmen, as well as criminal gangs from other countries and countless street thieves and murderers.

The person at the center was former professor James Moriarty, who was also Mycroft’s one-time teacher.

Of course he could not reveal the name. To be precise, the so-called high-ranking people were afraid and blocked it, and Mycroft had no choice but to follow.

And three years ago, his younger brother tracked down Professor Moriarty with a gaze mixed with some soggy emotion that made even Mycroft feel a moment of fear.

But in the end, there was only failure. Mycroft has received a report from his brother that Professor James Moriarty has thrown himself into a waterfall in Switzerland, and he has also been informed by his brother that he must flee for a while.

He could understand his younger brother’s actions.

Even now, three years later, some of those who lived in the kingdom of Professor James Moriarty, or rather, Napoleon of crime, remained despite losing their power.

And his younger brother’s life was being threatened by those seeking revenge on Professor Moriarty, so he was forced to hide.

In response to such reports, Mycroft continued to secretly help his younger brother.

Fortunately, his brother’s only friend and trustworthy human being, Miss Watson, also decided to join him in the escape, so he was able to feel a little at ease.

Maybe Mycroft was afraid. Although he tried hard to pretend not to know, he was clearly afraid.

Why?

But Mycroft already knew the answer. He was afraid of his brother’s death. To be precise, he was afraid that his younger brother might commit suicide.

It was something others could never understand. In fact, even Mycroft couldn’t understand it rationally.

But since it was a matter of some strange emotion, I vaguely thought that it might be the case.

He was not a person who denied the clues he saw in front of his eyes. Like his brother, if he couldn’t deny something, no matter how impossible it seemed, he accepted.

Mycroft Holmes had been vaguely aware of the truth that Sherlock did not admit to himself.

After all, his younger brother is the dead Professor Moriarty—

No, let’s not think about it any more. Because the problem is already over.

Microft thought. Okay, the problem is over.

What was important was that his brother decided that the situation was now safe, so he returned to England after three years, and all he had to do was act as if nothing had happened.

He knew well that sometimes it is more effective to pretend not to know the hurt.

More than anything, I became happy again when I thought about teasing my younger brother and giving him work. His younger brother was an excellent detective, and was of great help to Mycroft in his work.

Above all, over the past three years, a small number of Ms. Watson’s memoirs have been released to the public through the mail and have received quite a positive response.

Of course, sensitive content was inevitably censored or adapted and changed like a novel, but the records of Detective Holmes and the cases he was commissioned under the pen name Dr. John Watson are a great joy to citizens who are always thirsty for new things to read. Provided.

Of course, people were still confused as to whether Holmes’ case log was a novel or a story about real people, but he was confident that his younger brother, who had now returned to London, would often have strange clients thanks to his considerable fame. .

The time has come. Mycroft left work a little early that day with a happy heart.

He walked lightly to his younger brother, who was probably waiting for him alone at home.

“No, Miss Watson might be with you, so are you two?”

He muttered.

As he guessed, there were two people waiting for him at Mycroft’s house. However, there were two, but they were not the two he knew.