Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 46: The Professor and the Slave

"... Mr Adler."

Jane Moriarty – looking down at Isaac Adler, whose eyes had already closed, in front of her – quietly opened her mouth to call out to him.

"Get up."

Usually, her assistant would respond to such calls with a subtle smile on his face, or with a slightly tense yet cute expression— an expression that she found to be endearing.

"........."

But now, there was no answer in response to her command as he lay there before her like a corpse.

And the cause for that behavior of his was all too clear in Professor Moriarty's eyes, without any need for examination or investigation.

"... Isaac."

Moriarty's hand, kneeling in front of Adler, brushed over the brutally mutilated abdomen of her assistant, the injured organs, and the red handprints on his neck.

｢Please save me, Professor.｣

And then, the hastily written message, unlike Adler's usual writing style, he had written to her appeared before her eyes; soaked in his incessantly leaking blood.

"Look here..."

At that moment, a voice mixed with laughter and bloodthirst came from behind the professor, who was blankly staring at the scene.

"Who are you?"

A human silhouette, wrapped in multilayered shadows, was tilting its head, displaying a chilling smile to her.

"... That doesn't really matter."

Professor Moriarty, who had been quietly observing the scene, finally stood up from her place.

"What you need to know right now is only one thing."

The expression that had appeared on her face when she heard Adler's faint whisper, as he closed his eyes before her, was nowhere to be seen any longer.

"... Today, you won't be able to escape from this place in one piece."

She took a brief moment to take in her surroundings, but that only served to intensify the turmoil within her, the turmoil that was churning more than ever before.

"For the first time in my life, I feel something this strongly, other than concern..."

And then, in the very next moment.

""..........!!!""

Professor Moriarty's body began to emanate a powerful grey aura, something one could hardly believe a human could possibly produce.

"... So that was the true extent of your powers, huh..."

"Huh, weren't you human?"

Charlotte Holmes, who had been glaring daggers at the mysterious figure and waiting for a chance to strike, quietly retreated once she felt the pressure that Professor Moriarty leaked on the surroundings as she invoked her mana.

Meanwhile, Jill the Reaper, who had been laughing until then, showed a slight hint of surprise on her face obscured by shadows.

"What, are you turning into a dragon or something?"

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

"Guess not? You look pretty human to me."

Then, she showed a disappointed expression on her face, clicking her tongue in the process.

"I want to fight, but... it's not the weekend yet, so it's not really feasible."

Jill the Reaper, chuckling with a twinkle in her eyes, waved her hand in a gesture of farewell.