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Moriarty the Patriot Chapter 81.5 (Omake) Translation

Hey, Loki here. The translation of the Omake for Volume 20 has been released. We hope you enjoy it! And as always, remember to intentionally exude calmness.

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*Childhood*

Louis *arranging knives*: Cooking and combat have a lot in common.

Albert *holding a burnt pan*: Except my enemies are ingredients, and they’re winning.

Jack: A battle you’re destined to lose

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*Childhood*

Louis *throwing knives*: See? Perfect aim.

Albert *holding a burnt dish*: Can you aim at this? It deserves to be destroyed.

Louis: At least you’re self-aware.

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*Childhood*

William *twirling his sword*: Louis, your form is excellent.

Louis *grinning*: And your swordsmanship is impressive.

Albert *holding a whisk*: And my soufflé?

William & Louis *in unison*: It’s collapsing

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William: I wasn’t asleep, I was meditating.

Sherlock: Face-first into a laundry basket?

William: It smelled like lavender.

Sherlock: So does your soap, and yet you don’t sleep in the bathtub… right?

William: …

Sherlock: Right?

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John: Don’t panic, but William fell asleep on top of the evidence table.

Sherlock: With the blood samples?!

John: At least he’s not in the blood samples this time.

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Albert: I found him asleep on the piano bench, hugging a book on advanced calculus.

Bonde *laughing*: Romantic. In his own William way.

Albert: If he starts snoring in octaves, I’m recording it

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*Meeting the family*

Sherlock: This is a long-term prank, isn’t it?

Albert: If it is, it’s a very rewarding one.

Mycroft: And yet, you remain the only one suffering, Sherly.

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*Meeting the family*

Mycroft: Sherlock, this is Albert Moriarty.

Sherlock: You’re Liam’s brother?

Albert: Surprising?

Sherlock: Yes. You seem... normal.

Albert: And you seem exactly as Will described.

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*Meeting the family*

Sherlock: I can deduce everything about you, Albert.

Albert:  Go ahead. Impress me.

Sherlock: …You drink too much wine and tolerate too little nonsense.

Albert: That was the most obvious observation possible.

William: He’s warming up to you.

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Fred: sternly If you bring another dead bird into the house, we’re having a serious talk. Bonde: Did the cat just... nod? Moran: I’m not sure if I should be impressed or worried. Bonde: Both. Definitely both.

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Moran: You’re shorter than I expected. Fred: I get that a lot. William: He may be small, but he’s efficient. Fred: I just work with what I have.

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Bonde: You really shouldn’t bring cats to meetings. Fred: She’s calm as long as I’m around. Moran: She’s staring at me. Fred: She’s protective.

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William: Fred, why are you knitting a tiny sweater? Fred: It’s for my cat. She gets cold during stakeouts. Sherlock: Your cat goes on stakeouts? Fred: She insists.

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*Teenage years*

Sherlock: groaning Mycroft, why did you tie a bell to my wrist? Mycroft: smirking despite fever So I know when you’re sneaking around like a diseased cat. Sherlock: I’m not a cat. Mycroft: True. Cats have dignity when they’re ill. Sherlock: If I had the energy, I’d make you eat that bell.

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*Adult years*

Sherlock: coughing Why did you put sticky notes all over my face while I slept? Mycroft: sniffling You looked too peaceful. Sherlock: I look like a walking memo. Mycroft: You needed reminders to stay in bed.