Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 61: The Deceiver and the Deceived

The morning after I made Rachel Watson submit to me...

"... Miss Holmes?"

On a weekend, following my usual routine, when I visited Mycrony Holmes' mansion, I couldn't help but widen my eyes in surprise.

"Oh my, I wonder which one of us you're calling."

"........"

Unlike usual, where only a few attendants would wait in the living room, Charlotte Holmes could be seen sitting on the sofa, staring at me intently with those metallic-grey eyes of hers.

"What are you doing here?"

"Is it that strange for a younger sister to be in her elder sister's home?"

After staring blankly at her for a moment, I asked that question and immediately received a very reasonable response.

"... Now that I hear it, it does make sense for you to be here."

"However, it's a bit strange for Mr. Adler to visit my sister's secret residence, right?"

Upon hearing her response, I glanced at Mycrony and spoke up.

"The highest authority in England secretly wanted to see my performance, so I was coordinating schedules with the person who is essentially the British government itself."

"I didn't know Her Majesty the Queen was interested in theatre."

"Surprisingly, it's true, Charlotte."

As I calmly countered Charlotte's skeptical voice and stared quietly at Mycrony, she chuckled and backed my words.

"From now on, I need to discuss top-secret information regarding the royal family with Mr. Adler here, so shall we end today's meeting here?"

"... Hmm."

Then, Charlotte rested her chin in her hand and tilted her head to the side.

"Mr. Adler must be quite lucky."

"........."

"An aspiring actor who is so eager that they even want to eat up the most powerful person in England."

With that, she whispered to me with a mischievous smile.

"... Miss Holmes, you shouldn't speak like that."

"Today, I particularly miss the mana stone powder and my trusty pipe."

Then, Charlotte murmured and reached for my hair.

"If it weren't for your genes combining inside my belly, I would have been intoxicated myself already."

"... I thought you quit."

"Why don't you try some too, Mr. Adler?"

With her familiar hand gesture, she plucked out a few strands of my hair, dropped them into her mouth, and then leaned in closely, murmuring eerily.

"Perhaps it can cure that chronic condition of yours— lechery."

"Miss Holmes."

"Pfft, hahaha..."

Then, she suddenly burst into a hearty laughter.

"You're adorable, Mr. Adler."

"........"

"If you keep making such cute expressions, you might even be able to lure the other half of the women of London into your bed."

She grabbed my hand and twirled around as if dancing on her feet, then headed towards the exit with light steps.