Filled with the intention of saving Charlotte Holmes' life, Isaac Adler urgently opened the door of the boarding house and dashed out.
"It's been a while, Mr. Adler."
".........?"
Confronted by a person he had not expected to meet at all in this moment, he immediately wore a flustered expression on his face.
"Miss Lestrade?"
It was because Gia Lestrade was standing before him with an apathetic expression.
"Wh, what brings you here?"
"I came to survey this place after hearing witness accounts of your presence in this place."
Briefly showing a puzzled expression, Adler absentmindedly nodded at her soft-spoken words.
"But, did something happen inside?"
"Pardon?"
"You don't seem to look very well."
Hearing her query, her head tilted to the side, he tried to play it off nonchalantly and murmured to her.
"... It's nothing."
At that moment, a strange undercurrent began to flow in Lestrade's eyes.
"So, since it's nothing, that's..."
"... There, the carriage!"
However, blinded by the fleeting image of a dying Charlotte that was still vivid in his eyes, Adler failed to notice that subtle undercurrent.
– Squeak...
Ignoring Lestrade, who was silently staring and muttering to herself, he went to catch the carriage which caused her gaze to grow colder than ever before.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"... Huh?"
As he was about to hastily climb onto the halted carriage, she asked him with an icy tone.
"Oh..."
Only then was Adler able to notice the anomaly— her tattered body which was wrapped all over in bandages; there were also small wounds clearly evident in her arms.
"".........""
And for a moment, silence enveloped the duo.
"I'm sorry."
Biting down on his teeth hard, Adler whispered softly as he resumed his climb into the carriage.
"Let's talk a bit later."
And with that, the carriage began to slowly move forward.
"... Sigh."
Exhaling coldly and watching the gradually disappearing carriage, she quietly brought her hand to her ear.
"As you predicted, Adler has started to move."
– Bzzllzz...
"So, should we tail him now?"
Then, Lestrade, glancing at the 212B Baker Street boarding house, posed the question to the people on the other side.
– Bzzllzz...
".......?"
However, for some reason, there was no response coming back.
'... What could be happening?'
As a result, she couldn't help but tilt her head slightly, intending to step towards the boarding house. However, she halted all of a sudden, stopping in her tracks...
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Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability
Action[the I do not own] [Author[s]Kim Mamo 김마모] Description I fervently critiqued the development of a Sherlock Holmes-based mystery gal game. Villain Maker: Fulfilling the probability of Professor Moriarty's appearance. Love-Hate Relationship: Becoming...