Inside the carriage, Watson turned to look at the man staring out of the window. He thought Holmes's gaze at Irene was different from others peoples. Holmes was generally polite to regular people. Cold expression to the villain. When with close people like Mrs. Hudson, Inspector Lestrade, or Mycroft, he will smile with a joyful face. But for Irene Adler does not match the above characteristics.

Watson did not know that for humans, what is the term used in this case?

"Holmes, you have a crush on Irene. Adler?"

"...Huh?" Holmes fell into his own thoughts. Watson's question only floated halfway into his ear. When he regained his composure, he raised his eyebrows and turned back to his partner,

"Sorry, I can't hear you clearly. What are you talking about?"

"I think you have a crush on Irene Adler? Your expression towards her seemed different than usual. Your older brother Mycroft has mentioned once."

"I wasn't romantically enamored with her," Sherlock Holmes explained flatly, "I must say I was 'impressed' by her wit and intelligence."

Sherlock Holmes ignored Irene's negative actions. He remembered the moment she took off his mask. When she caught the strategy of finding the hidden treasure and beaten him, until the last moment of holding her hand and said goodbye, all could describe his thoughts on her exists in one word.

"You're using the word 'impressed' on the person who kills people,"

Watson repeated his words to warn Holmes. Although he didn't understand why Holmes had let her go. And Holmes tried to explain to him that Irene's matter was beyond their work.

"Irene Adler is considered a 'wonder lady.' I've never met a woman like her before...and probably never again."

Holmes did not respond to what Watson said, but he said something vague and didn't mention Irene again.

Holmes looked at Watson with a searching gaze and reached out to touch his bloodstained face. He tilted his head to look around but couldn't see the wound that Watson had been hit by a bullet. He nodded in the satisfaction that his partner had recovered.

Watson looked at Holmes at that gesture. From the beginning, he smelled Holmes' blood. Knowing that Holmes was more injured than him. Human wounds take a long time to heal. Still, Holmes cared more about his injury than his own.

"I should have come to you sooner. So you shouldn't get hurt."

"If you say so I should have see-through Griswal Armstrong's lie in the first place, so no one has to get hurt?" Holmes said, "But saying you should do that or do this doesn't help. And, Watson, getting hurt isn't a good thing. But it's not all bad. People learn and develop themselves through pain."

This time, both Holmes and Watson were tricked by their employers and others to the point of hurting. But that's a lesson to see the truth hidden in the deception.

"Humans… can't avoid lying."

Watson said, recalling Holmes' annoy temper and lied to him to dismiss. When Mrs. Hudson lied to him that she was alright because she didn't want Watson to worry. Griswald made a lie to kidnap him. The long-haired man once tricked him about capturing Holmes for him to surrender. Irene Adler and the gang lied and used Wainwright to find the diamond.

"Even though each person has a different reason. But humans tend to lie from small things to the big things to achieve the plan."

"Because humans can't tell the whole truth that they try to hide the truth," Holmes said he didn't forget that he too lied to Watson and will feel bad about this for a very long time.

"If a human cannot tell the whole truth, I think I'm good that I'm not human," said Watson, staring straight into Holmes' eyes.

"I am a doll and your partner. No matter what, I will never lie to Sherlock Holmes."

The words contained the weight of a strong vow. This was the first time Watson had spoken clearly and without hesitation that he was a partner. Holmes responded to Watson's eyes and took the oath in his heart.

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The battered small and large wounds caused Sherlock Holmes to have a fever a few hours later. After being treated and examined, the doctor's order is to lie down and rest, do not move too much.

The first day, Holmes lay in bed all day because of the fever. However, by the second day, his body temperature had returned to normal.

'Great, I don't feel heavy anymore. Now I can continue my research,' Holmes said, intending to leave the bedroom and into the attic.

'Absolutely not, Holmes, although the fever has subsided. But if you force your body, the fever will be back.' Watson wouldn't let Holmes out of the room and urged him to stay still.

To lie still in bed can't do anything else; it's very boring for an actively thoughtful person like Holmes. Until the third day, the pain all over the body had reduced a lot. Holmes flipped the bandage over to see the dart's wound; it healed without any signs of infection.

"All thank to Watson," Holmes whispered to himself. During his illness, Watson took great care of him. Both brought food and gave medicine on time, and disinfect and clean the wound well. That made him patiently lie down and rest, even though very bored.

"Today, it looks like it's going to rain." Holmes got down from his bed. Staring at the sky, thinking that today, even if he wanted to go out, Watson wouldn't allow. He was so bored that he wanted to find something to do. Looking down at the books stacked on the floor and on the table, he noticed the packets of tobacco that the man from the organization had given him.

"Huh..." For about a second, Holmes thought he wanted to smoke it. But the next second, he threw the rest of the tobacco into the trash without any regrets. Then he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in, Watson."

"Holmes, why did you get up?" asked Watson, who had brought the tray of food and medicine.

"I'm starting to get tired of lie down only. Think about finding a book to read. Wait, wait, I know what you're going to say." Holmes raised his hand to stop Watson, who was about to 'instruct' him again. "If I get the book, I'll go back to bed."

Watson took a closer look at Holmes' expression and decided to let Holmes choose the book he wanted. He placed a tray of food on the table and handed a stack of today's letters to Holmes.

"Holmes, today's letter. There was one that didn't go through the mail."

"Hmm, did the sender placed it into the postbox?" That means the sender stood in front of his house without coming in. Holmes pulled away from the stack of books and took the letter.

‘Dear Mr. Detective, the famous Sherlock Holmes....’

There was only one woman who called him like this. Letter from Irene Adler, Holmes lay down on his bed as he opened the envelope and took out a beautiful handwritten letter.

‘Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes

By the time you read this letter, I probably wouldn't be in London, not in this country, and become someone you don't know. I have two things to tell you.

First of all, the organization story I'm told you are all lies.

Second, I murdered Scarlett Rosevelt and Travis Smith, but Seamus Blake is alive. Now the broken-hearted boy became a puppet under the care of the head of the organization.

Finally, I hope your injury heals soon.

Irene Adler’

"What is the letter written?" Watson asked when he saw Holmes finished reading it and had a complex expression like he had just swallowed a bitter pill and wanted to laugh at the same time.

Sherlock Holmes didn't immediately respond. Instead, black eyes stared at the sky outside the window. About Irene told the organization's story; he thought it might not be true, but Seamus Blake was still alive. He didn't understand what Irene was going to do with that child. But maybe it's too much to reach. Finally, Holmes turned back to his partner.

"Watson, I was deceived by her again."

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At one place

There were several bust-high marble pillars, each containing one extremely valuable treasure. An eyes slowly looked at those precious diamonds, piece by piece—white diamond armlet, black diamond armlet—Armstrong's secret treasure. And there are still pieces that were acquired earlier. Three secret treasures were hidden by the four families: pink diamond ring, yellow diamond necklace. A pair of slender hands carefully picked up the blue diamond crown and considered it at eye level; this was the most difficult to obtain.

"Really beautiful, isn't it?"

The person spoke to the pale boy. The boy's hair had become completely white. He was leaning against a pillar with dark, expressionless eyes.

"The time of prophecy is near. But still didn't get all the diamonds."

While speaking, Cheryl approached. She stopped and looked at the head of the organization, who was admiring the five diamonds.

"Boss, Irene Adler betrayed. She ran away."

"She's always moody."

The person called 'Boss' said carelessly. Put back the blue diamond crown and kneel beside the boy. Use her hands to lift the youthful face to look up at herself before speaking in a voice that was so enchanted that it seemed to be fantasizing,

"Not enough…needs…more."