Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 10: The First Request

"Mr. Adler."

"Yes, Professor."

A few hours after the recruitment notice for the 'Mock Crime Consultation Club' was posted all over the academy.

"It was I who trusted you and stamped the permit and it was also I who willingly accepted your request and participated in the interviews."

Professor Moriarty, who had been dealing with the students that had come to the office for interviews with me, spoke to me in a low voice.

"But now, I'm starting to regret that decision."

As she spoke, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger and turned her gaze forward.

"I'm saying this as I watch those pathetic antics."

"Eeeek..."

A student seated in front of us was desperately using all their strength to wield mana in the meantime.

"Well, how is it? Isn't it red enough?"

"Does the student not know the difference between orange and red?"

At Moriarty's words, who was watching the charade with a bored expression, the student stopped their mana manipulation and started scratching their head.

"I, I tried my best..."

"Next."

"Tch."

With that, he received the notification of his failure and stomped out of the office, grumbling under his breath.

"Thanks to that peculiar condition you have set up, the interview room has turned into a mana demonstration site for students aiming for extra points in the club."

"........"

"How much longer do I have to watch those idiots strain themselves to produce a red mana that surely doesn't exist in London?"

Professor Moriarty, leaning on her desk with sleepy eyes, throws this question at me while staring at me with an intense gaze.

"Here, have one of these."

"Mm."

She seemed quite drained, so I took out a sugar cube from the bag I had confiscated from her due to health concerns and handed it over to her.

"Just wait a little longer. The person I've been waiting for will definitely come."

"Mmm..."

"I'll give you another sugar cube, so please wait patiently."

She didn't seem too satisfied by my proposition, but after I took out one more sugar cube and placed it in her hand, she finally popped it into her mouth and chewed contentedly— nodding her head in the process.

– Eeeek...

Around this time I found myself entranced by a strange feeling, as if I had somehow become her dedicated tamer.

"Ah, hello?"

Before even being told to enter, the door to the interview room opened, and a girl stepped in.

"Is this the Mock Crime Consultation Club?"

A neat and earnest-looking girl with reddish-brown bobbed hair was timidly posing a question to us.

'Just as the saying goes, "Speak of the devil and they shall appear."'

After briefly observing the student, who looked like a model student to just about anyone, I murmured to myself and wore a satisfied smile.