Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 81: Order (2)

Moments before the gunshot rang out from Caroline's mansion...

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

Two silhouettes, their faces hidden by masks, were loitering in front of the mansion's window.

– Thump, step...

"Are you alright?"

These masked individuals were none other than Isaac Adler and Doctor Rachel Watson.

"... Just hurry up."

Trying to ignore her racing heart as she chewed on her lips, Watson whispered to Adler, standing before the window, with a feigned calmness in her voice.

– Swoosh...

A slight twinkle coloring his eyes, Adler extended his finger towards the glass of the window.

– Creak...

Smoke rose from the quartz as the glass was neatly cut in a circle, and Adler, with practiced ease, slipped his hand in to open the window.

"Isn't there an alarm...? Did you use magic?"

"No. Alice just disabled the security for this particular spot before we arrived, that's all."

"Pardon, but it was that easy?"

Watson, a voice crawling with incredulity, questioned his all-too-proficient actions, to which he responded in a calm, almost nonchalant, tone.

"Everything's much harder to penetrate from the outside, but once you're in, it's all too easy to break."

Finished with his speech filled with confidence, Adler stepped through the open window, beckoning for Watson to follow. However, her breathing only turned ragged and heavy at his gesture.

"Miss Watson?"

"........."

"Are you alright?"

Adler's voice came out softly, tinged with concern for Watson.

"If you're too nervous, you can always come in later..."

"... No."

However, the reason for Watson's quickened breath wasn't exactly due to fear as Adler might have suspected.

– Badump, badump, badump...

Standing in front of the window, which gaped like the maw of a frenzied beast, the initial fear in Watson's heart had cleanly vanished without a trace.

What she felt instead, was the slightest notes of thrill and excitement at the realization that she who had been a guardian of the law alongside Charlotte had now turned into a clear violator— a criminal, so to speak.

"Haah..."

"... Pardon?"

A severe case of thrill addiction.

The disease she'd acquired from her time at war had all but gone already, but faint traces of it still remained with her. The addiction erased any and all traces of guilt she might have felt, adding a gambling-esque excitement to the adventure.

The only flaw of the number one, elite Lady of London had now become an advantage for her, heightening all of her senses and filling up her veins with thrill and excitement.

"... Let's go in, together."

"Why are you sweating so much though?"

However, her appearance, drenched due to her excessively secreting adrenaline, unavoidably looked quite perverse to the eyes.