Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 40: The Missing Case of Silver Blaze (2)

"... Hmm."

My head hurt.

No, it wasn't just hurting, it felt like it was going to break any second now.

"...?"

As I grabbed my head and stood up from my seat, a somewhat familiar scenery entered my vision.

– Rustling...

"What?"

However, having just woken up from sleep, I still couldn't grasp the situation I was in. At that moment, I heard a rustling noise from below.

"... Meow."

A red-colored toy cat, sitting on my lap, was avoiding my gaze and meowing.

"Princess?"

I reached out with a dazed look in my eyes, but the little thing avoided my hand, giving me a sharp glare.

'... Come to think of it, did I take care of the Princess?'

Only then did I realize that I had left her in the room of the opium den, being too concerned about Rachel Watson.

Judging by how sore and aching my body felt, it seemed that I had somehow escaped on my own and returned to where I currently was.

"I'm sorry."

"........"

As I scratched my head and apologized to her, she sharply turned her head away, closing her mouth tightly.

"Anyway, what am I doing now..."

But understanding the current situation was more important than appeasing her and the moment I turned my head, I was rendered utterly speechless.

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

A beautiful girl with ears popping up from her head, covered in wounds, was quietly sitting next to me.

– Brrr...

Her face was already pale, her expression and gaze seemed lifeless, and she kept shivering as though she was feeling cold. It seemed that she had been caught up in some serious incident.

"Excuse me..."

However, there was something more important than that.

"Who are you?"

The real question was, why was this wounded Demi-Human with animal ears sitting silently next to me? I had no clue about her identity.

"........."

Hence, as I cautiously asked a question while still clutching onto my throbbing head, she slowly raised her head and stared at me with a blank expression on her face.

– Drip...

"Huh?"

Tears suddenly started to flow from her eyes.

"Hey, why are you suddenly..."

"... Mr. Adler."

Feeling guilty for some reason, as I was about to speak, a chilly voice began to emanate from behind.

"Meow!"

"How could you not recognize your client?"

Startled by that voice, I shifted my gaze from the princess who had just jumped to the floor and looked behind me. There, Professor Moriarty was sitting at the desk of the office, sorting out the papers, and glancing at me with a tilted head.

"... You brought her here."

Then I noticed... the numerous bite marks on her neck and arms, marks that seemed oddly familiar.