Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain

122 – Pride and Prejudice (2)

Holmes had to hurry to meet his older brother at a general hospital famous for receiving royal support.

It was a reunion after a few months. Just before coming to Oxford, she stayed in her hometown and after parting ways with her brother Sheringford, they exchanged greetings only through letters and never had a chance to see his face.

But no one wanted a reunion like this. And it was all Holmes’ own fault.

At least Sherlock Holmes, despite blaming himself, hurried away while trying hard to hide his expression, and was able to face Mycroft, who had finished talking with his eldest brother first.

It was literally just luck. It was bad luck considering such a terrible thing had happened to my older brother, but it was definitely good luck nonetheless.

The widow of Windsor Castle, who is Mycroft’s brother’s ultimate employer and reigns supreme over everyone in this country, was heartbroken over the misfortune that befell Sherringford Homes and supported many talented people, including the royal doctor. Even after experiencing a terrible accident, Sheringford Homes was still able to survive.

Of course, this was possible thanks to the terrible consideration of the mysterious criminal who kidnapped Sheringford Holmes and released him with his legs amputated.

When Sherringford Holmes woke up, he could not remember anything about his kidnappers, but Mycroft and Sherlock were able to use some kind of medicine to literally see that their eldest brother had been asleep the whole time.

It was James Moriarty’s consideration, not consideration, and a prank to harass and ridicule Holmes. If his legs had been cut off alive, Sherring Ford Holmes would have never had the chance to safely reunite with his younger brothers.

“You’re here, Sherlock. Fortunately… Sherringford is in good health. “Go in now, he wants to meet you too.”

“… “Yes, Mycroft.”

The conversation between siblings was not long. Although she was grateful for her second brother’s consideration, Holmes couldn’t help but feel guilty again.

Holmes himself did not open his mouth about how he knew where to find his older brother, and who was behind his kidnapping.

Nevertheless, Mycroft pretended not to know the ‘trivial fact’. It was in the belief that his younger brother would naturally have a reason.

Of course, Holmes had his own reasons. Because he hasn’t changed at all.

Just as he was still unable to do anything 10 years ago, despite knowing the terrible tragedy, Holmes was unable to do anything this time either.

To borrow Mr. Moriarty’s expression, what she lacked was proof, proof! And that was no different from not knowing anything.

I felt so sorry for myself and felt sad.

However, Holmes had to go into the private room and meet his older brother.

“Ah, Sherlock! It’s been a while, how have you been? Hmm… …. “I need to scold Mycroft, why are you so thin?”

“Brother Sherringford……. Hmm, are you nagging me again as soon as I see you for the first time in a while?”

With a slightly tired face, Sheringford Holmes welcomed his beloved sister. Seeing this, Holmes also tried to behave as usual. Because my eldest brother wanted it that way. And he felt like if he didn’t, he would cry uncharacteristically out of guilt.

Shering Ford Holmes resembled Mycroft Holmes, but unlike his younger brother, he was thin enough to give a sharp impression. Like many British men, his bangs were starting to bald, he had a wide forehead, and most importantly, he had a large hooked nose.

Holmes once again felt that his eldest brother most resembled his father in his memories among his three siblings. And when he faced Shering Ford, his older brother, who strangely looked like his father, the pain of the tragedy of 10 years ago and the tragedy of the present seemed to rush in at the same time.

And no matter how hard he tried to appear calm, Holmes, who always observed people out of habit, could not help but fix his gaze on the left leg of his older brother, who greeted him while sitting on the bed.

No, that was the wrong expression. Because you can’t focus on something that doesn’t exist. Holmes had to keep his eyes on where the bridge had been and bite his lip.

What was even more heartbreaking was the eldest brother’s calm, no, acting to reassure his younger brother.

“I was a little unlucky, but don’t worry about me, Sherlock. I should thank the Lord once again that I am working for the church. But I’m glad, because just because I don’t have any legs doesn’t mean I can’t preach or do church work.”

“… Huh… ….”

No words came out. There was silence for a moment. However, soon, in order to lighten his brother’s mood, Sheringford Holmes slowly started chatting about banal daily life, so Holmes was able to chat as if it suited him.

I couldn’t disturb the patient for too long, so when I stopped talking and was about to stand up to leave, Sherringford Holmes’ words forced Holmes to stop.

“Sherlock, just in case…” Don’t push yourself too hard to get my revenge. “The most important thing is for you to live well, so I’m really okay.”

“… I’ll come back often while I’m in London, brother. See you later.”

Fortunately, Holmes thought it was fortunate that she was able to act calmly until she broke up with Sherringford.

As soon as I closed the door, I felt a rush of guilt, and it felt like I would fall to the floor if I relaxed even a little.

As Moriarty had intended, she could not help but blame herself for making her brother like that.

In fact, even if he hadn’t added those words, she definitely couldn’t help but blame herself.

If only I had done a little better, if I had done the right thing in the confrontation with the teacher, then surely such a tragedy would not have happened to my eldest brother. Of course, it was Moriarty who was bad, and Holmes was only a victim.

But, for all her good nature, she couldn’t help but feel guilty about her own lack of ability. But that wasn’t all.

Even at moments like these, thinking about the ‘confrontation’ with James Moriarty made me feel even more guilty. It was clear that she was not normal and far from good because she did not give up even in the face of the tragedy of her beloved older brother.

But she couldn’t help it.

It was clearly wrong. Any normal person – no, a good person – would have shot Moriarty when he declared that he would cut off her brother’s legs, to somehow prevent a greater evil. Don’t you already know it yourself?

For Moriarty, the fact that death had no meaning was a good problem. The only thing that mattered was from the perspective of winning, and it was only important to Sherlock himself.

But still, she could not give up on this ‘fateful’ confrontation with Teacher Moriarty. No, that was all she had left.

“…… Sherlock. It’s not your fault. If you ask me, it’s probably my fault. This time… “Even though there was such an attack, I was too complacent, and such a tragedy happened to Brother Sherringford.”

At some point, Mycroft, who had been waiting for me while I was struggling to control my emotions while looking at the floor, came up to me and offered words of comfort.

Of course, she couldn’t be any comfort to Sherlock himself, and she couldn’t alleviate her guilt. No, rather, her guilt only deepened due to her family’s consideration.

But now she knew for sure. She was complacent and thought she should really take it seriously.

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That is why the detective only focuses on what is left to him.

“… Mycroft brother. “Let me ask you one thing.”

“What’s wrong, Sherlock?”

Mycroft Holmes opened his mouth, unconsciously startled by his younger brother who suddenly broke the silence and asked a question.

It was to comfort her younger brother, who was feeling guilty just like before, but for a moment, she felt that her younger brother’s mood had changed.

But regardless, her younger brother opened his mouth.

“An extremely rational human being… To put someone colder than me into hell… What should I do? Of course, killing is absolutely not allowed. I must make you live, until you die naturally, not be able to die even if you want to die, and live in hell with me until you die. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t think of me as important, I will make it so.”

“… What?”

No matter how much Mycroft did, he couldn’t help but be embarrassed. However, his younger brother shook his head and continued, as if he wasn’t really expecting an answer.

“No, no. This… Because it’s a problem I have to solve. “I’m trying to find just one person. Please help me.”

“… Okay. “Only as long as it is legal, Sherlock.”

“Well… ….”

Holmes tilted his head at Mycroft’s words and spoke as if he liked it.

“I don’t know about that. First, we need to find a wizard. He’s grown a mustache, but it could be a disguise, for now. He must be from the streets, over forty. And maybe… “We need to find an unknown magician whose magic is likely to be self-inflicted, but who is quite skilled.”