Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 23: Quite the Sight

– BANG!!

As the previously closed reception door swung open, Charlotte Holmes entered the room in haste. A brief silence thus permeated the room with her entrance.

"...You're here, Charlotte."

"It seems that the client has already left."

Soon after, Mycrony began swiftly fixing the buttons of her disheveled blouse, while Isaac Adler averted his gaze in a rush while wiping the corner of his lips.

"What on earth..."

Charlotte posed a question looking at Mycrony while scrutinizing them intently.

"...What were you two doing sitting together like that?"

"Mr. Adler expressed his wish to join the Diogenes Club."

"So, we were just filling out the membership application Miss Holmes."

Their responses flowed naturally, akin to water.

Even if the one asking was prone to bouts of paranoia, their answers were convincing enough for an individual to nod in agreement.

".........."

Had her sister not been blushing up to her ears and wearing an expression like that of a girl she'd never seen before with clear bite marks on her neck, Charlotte might have unconsciously nodded as well.

"What's wrong?"

The flustered Adler, who had been stared at intently by Charlotte for quite some time, tilted his head and asked her the question when she approached him.

"...Miss Holmes?"

Charlotte, grabbing Adler's arm and pulling him up from his seat, ushered him out of the room, not replying to his words.

"Stay there for a moment."

Leaving that command, she quietly closed the door.

"............."

Back in the silence of the room, Charlotte, who had been staring intently at her sister, began to speak in haste.

"You orchestrated people to sneak me out didn't you, sister?"

To which Mycrony just silently nodded.

Seeing her sister's face still flushed with heat, Charlotte posed a question in a cold voice with a furrowed brow.

"In here, what exactly did you do with Adler?"

At that question, Mycrony went wide-eyed and shifted her gaze for a moment.

"...Charlotte."

She began to whisper in a soft voice, resting her chin on her hand...

"I never imagined I'd have to say this to my adorable and beloved younger sister..."

Recalling the most intense moments of her tasteless life.

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"Hmm..."

Up until the moment Isaac Adler leaned in, Mycrony felt nothing out of sorts.

The unfolding events were merely one of the dozens of scenarios she had played out in her mind.

'Even so, I probably won't feel anything.'

However, even if it was Isaac Adler who had half the women of London under his grasp, she was sure that he couldn't satisfy her.