Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 31: Hope of London

"It was you."

In the basement, where silence had lingered for a long time already, Charlotte Holmes' youthful voice echoed in a subdued manner.

"You planned all of this."

The black mana surrounding Charlotte was anxiously swirling as she spoke.

"You put Adler in danger, even brainwashed Lady Roylott and Helen Stoner from behind the scenes, and prepared the ploy for this incident."

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

"It's all your doing, isn't it Jane Moriarty."

Hearing those words, a small smile cracked on Moriarty's lips.

The same vacant smile she always wore, devoid of any emotions whatsoever.

However, in Charlotte's eyes right now, that wordless smile appeared almost like a mockery— a mockery directed solely at her.

"I'm going to turn you over to the police."

Charlotte, whose clenched fists had been trembling at the sight, muttered and approached Moriarty with powerful strides.

"On what charges?"

"The charges of being an accomplice in the attempted murder of Isaac Adler. Brainwashing Lady Roylott. And finally, the attempted murder of Helen Stoner as well."

Upon hearing those accusations, Moriarty's eyes grew even colder.

"Holmes, frankly speaking, I don't understand how you managed to get a perfect score on the entrance test for the August Detective Academy."

Now wearing a genuine smirk on her lips, she looked down at Lady Roylott and Helen Stoner who were sprawled on the floor.

"Did you manipulate your scores?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

"It seems the one talking nonsense isn't me, but you."

Approaching right in front of Professor Moriarty, Charlotte stopped upon hearing those words uttered with conviction.

"I simply came to this mansion to find my assistant who had been unreasonably absent from his work. I just happened to witness Helen Stoner committing a crime and subdued her in good faith."

"........."

"Lady Roylott and Helen Stoner, a household affair between the pair of mother and daughter. Isaac Adler and I just got entangled in that affair. That's the whole story behind this incident."

"Fuck...!"

After quietly listening to Moriarty's words, Charlotte spat out a curse.

"What exactly is the problem here?"

"For a mere domestic drama, the scheming behind this case is just too elaborate and intricate. Almost as though someone skilled dipped their hands into it. Someone like you..."

"If you analyze the diary and psychological assessment of Helen Stoner, who is currently unconscious, it could very well be a premeditated crime, however."

"Signs of someone's tampering are also abundantly clear. And deliberately so at that."

Moriarty, who had been listening to her words with a smile, momentarily showed a faint hint of irritation on her face.

"Someone clearly intervened from behind to thoroughly revise a creative but doomed-to-fail scheme for the crime. Almost as if they were consulting the crime..."

"...You've gone overboard with your delusions, little girl."

Then, once again, she whispered with a faint smirk on her lips.