Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 36: SAVE ME

How much time had passed since I proposed to Rachel Watson with an all-or-nothing mindset??

– Ggueug...

"... Rachel?"

Watson, who had been staring at me so intently that it could even be deemed frightening, suddenly leaned toward me and began to softly hold down both of my arms.

"Ow, it hurts."

Caught off guard by her abrupt actions, I tried to wriggle away slightly but she unceremoniously shoved me, who was sitting on the bed, against the wall with a blank expression on her face.

"Um, excuse me."

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

Unless I used magic, my frail body stood no chance against Watson's strong grip.

"... I messed up."

Having been helplessly pinned against the wall, I could only look up at Rachel Watson, who had climbed onto the bed and was pinning me down, and whisper in as pitiful a voice as possible.

"Tell me, what did you do wrong?"

She then tightened her grip on my arms and posed the question in a quiet voice.

"... Everything."

At that moment, I should have noticed that the look in her eyes had slightly changed from before.

"It's all my fault."

But consumed by the anxiety that the game might be over just like that, I continued to whisper while making a face that would hopefully evoke sympathy in Watson.

"... Please forgive me."

In hindsight, that action of mine seemed to have awakened something within Rachel Watson.

"Hmm."

Heat started to rise in Watson's eyes, which had been holding onto my arms until then, right at that moment.

"Why do you keep making me angry?"

"... Pardon?"

While I was looking into Rachel Watson's eyes with a bewildered expression, she suddenly leaned a little closer to me and whispered in my ears.

"You keep making me worry then suddenly cut off all contact, only to reappear in such a dangerous place a month later."

"........."

"You risk your life to come here, and you've turned into the kind of idiot I hate so much. And then, out of nowhere, you even propose."

What followed were her all too reasonable words.

"Do you know what makes me the angriest?"

As I was lowering my figurative tail and bowing my head like a puppy who had done wrong, Rachel Watson, looking down at me, whispered into my ears in a soft voice.

"... From the moment you put the ring on my finger..."

When I lifted my head at those words, I saw that her cheeks were already dyed in a deep shade of crimson.

"... My heart has been pounding like crazy."

That was the moment when the atmosphere in the room started to shift to a strangely tense state.

– Whoosh...

"Ra, Rachel."

By now, even Rachel Watson's ears were turning red, as she began to climb on top of me.

"Did you ask for forgiveness?"

"I, I did...?"

"Then stay quiet."