Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 9: The Organization

A few days after moving into the dormitory of the August Detective Academy.

"...This is driving me crazy."

Having gone through the student files I obtained with the help of Professor Moriarty for quite a while, I laid down on the bed, sighing softly.

'Who on earth was that?'

The mysterious message that landed in my hand a few days ago...

The one who sent it was probably Adler's fiancée in the original work or, at the very least, someone he was seeing on the premise of an engagement.

Because ever since I possessed this body, all contacts from women came through letters. However, only this person's contact came through the transmission magic engraved on Adler's hand.

And the name saved in that transmission magic by Adler was, precisely, 'Fiancée' and nothing else.

'I really don't know.'

The problem was that I had absolutely no idea who that person is.

Adler's fiancée in the original work was a British lawyer called 'Godfrey Norton'.

Of course, in this world, the gender of the characters was reversed, hence she would be a woman, not a man.

However, there was no woman with the surname 'Norton' and with the profession of a lawyer in the entirety of London.

Even considering the possibility, I had thoroughly checked all the female students at the academy who majored in law, but there was no such person.

As a last resort, I had written letters to the mansion's servants who were hospitalized due to the recent fire that broke out. However, when the butler visited me in the hospital she said that she was clueless about this fact, the chances didn't seem promising.

'It'll be the 21st in a few days.'

Who on earth was the person who contacted me to meet somewhere unknown on the evening of the 21st? Just who was it that had the only contact channel registered by Isaac Adler?

Isaac Adler, in the story I reviewed, was already deceased from the perspective of the original work, so there wasn't much information about him.

In other words, it was a headache-inducing situation for me, where no lead could be seen even with the knowledge of the possessor.

'No, it might be better not to meet her at all.'

However, on second thought, it might be better not to contact her— someone that I didn't even know.

It's clear that the good-for-nothing Adler, with clearly impure intentions, must have been trying to woo this person.

Because getting involved with me now would be quite risky for her.

"...Ugh."

These burn marks that were irritatingly painful even now were the proof of that claim.

The arson case at my mansion was currently under police investigation, but they were unable to find any leads as of yet.

And if the police couldn't find any leads, there was only one plausible answer...

A deliberated terror with the usage of mana.

Considering none of the servants were mana users, it seemed likely that someone from outside had secretly infiltrated the mansion and set up such a trap for me.

It seemed that not only the women of London but also among the mages, there were those who detested Isaac Adler enough to want him dead.

It was indeed a good decision to move my residence here.