Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 67: The Blooming Detective (5)

"Adler."

"Mr. Adler."

As soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Professor and Charlotte Holmes glaring at each other with their guns aimed toward one another's heads.

"I've administered first aid already. Thankfully, it was a weak sorcery that I could drive away with my mana alone."

"I neutralized it with my mana actually. I believe you won't trust such an obvious lie from her."

While I blankly stared at them, the soft whispers of the professor and Charlotte overlapped and reached my ears.

'... How did they?'

Of course, I had bitten into the most suitable magic capsule I had on me, and it was potent enough to buy me at least a week's worth of time in exchange for going through an agonizing experience.

Yet, they repelled it just by channeling mana into my body?

Was such a thing even possible?

"Mr. Adler, do me a favor and tell me the truth, of? This girl manipulated you into opening the box because of her delusions, didn't she?"

"The real reason why you are like this is because of Professor Jane Moriarty, right, Mr. Adler? Both of us already know the truth here."

Because my mind had been so energized by their mana transfer, I couldn't even pretend to be in pain any longer. Curling up quietly, I just heard their incomprehensible murmurs as they tightly gripped onto their weapons, holding the trigger.

"... Tell me that you like me."

"Please tell me you love me..."

"What on earth are you both doing...?"

The scene was so terrifying that I couldn't help but ask in a slightly trembling voice. The two women, who had been smiling menacingly at each other with all the intent to kill the other, began to answer simultaneously.

"It's a death game. In this situation, it's the most logical and simple solution."

"Mr. Adler, you just have to name the person you like. No pressure, right?"

"... What?"

For a moment, I couldn't comprehend their words. When I asked again, their chilling voices returned with their replies.

"Both of us are focusing all our strength on the tips of our fingers, holding the gun triggers."

"If one of us applies force first, obviously the other will also fire back."

"But, what if Mr. Adler sincerely chooses one of us?"

"Then, even for a split second, the one not chosen will inevitably show a moment of vulnerability."

How am I supposed to respond to this chilling proposal?

"However, isn't it merely my personal choice?"

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

"Can my choice really have such a profound impact on both of you?"

I tried to murmur in a slightly cheerful tone, but the moment the glares of the two women shifted to me, I had no choice but to go silent once more.

"... I see."

These women were truly serious.

"Mr. Adler, make your choice quickly."

"My arm is starting to hurt."

"... Do you realize that this is a crime?"

I clung to common sense in my act of desperation, but the reply that came back was, expectedly, bleak.