Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 87: The Shadow of Britain (3)

"Haa, haa..."

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

The ragged breathing of the two women echoed throughout Adler's secret hideout.

"You're... not bad."

"Sorry, but I don't need praise from an enemy."

As Jill the Ripper, exuding an omnidirectional dark aura, murmured under her breath, Gia Lestrade's frigid voice immediately lashed out in response.

"But isn't this a bit too much? I am royalty, after all. Normally, inflicting even a slight wound would set grounds for immediate execution."

"I believe I have never sworn to serve a cancerous existence such as you as royalty."

"Pfft."

At her response, Jill the Ripper let out a snicker and silently extended her hand forward.

– Goooh...

And in the next moment, from all over, shadows converged and began to take the shape of razor-sharp knives in mid-air.

"How many times must I tell you."

– Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!

However, before the shapes could even properly take form, Lestrade's composed gunfire disrupted their formation altogether, invalidating their existence.

"All things considered Abnormal and Irrational don't work in front of me."

"........."

"Your strange abilities included, Jack the Ripper."

"If you're going to address me with a nickname, please use Jill the Ripper. I am a woman, after all."

Watching on silently as Lestrade spoke, she soon murmured in a frigid tone.

"That aside, it's an incredibly unfair talent. A power that perfectly resists all supernatural abilities. How does it feel to be born with such immense power, hmm?"

"... To me, it's nothing short of a curse."

"This curse talk again? It's not even funny at this point."

A mocking smirk appeared on Jill the Ripper's face.

"To you, it might be a curse, but to others, it's a blessing. Just think of it as a divine gift with a penalty, like mine. I don't understand why everyone thinks so pessimistically."

"You must have experienced the side effects yourself, so how can you say that?"

"Because I didn't experience any side effects perhaps? I just happen to enjoy killing people, you see."

Then, with a note of laughter in her voice, she whispered to Lestrade as the inspector looked at her with a gaze molded in frigid ice.

"But tell me, what's your side effect?"

"........"

"Suddenly, I'm curious about this side effect you speak of. The woman who's the object of admiration for practically all men of London, the very woman who can make Isaac Adler bristle and come at me, saying he'll kill me if I did anything to you... Just what kind of misery such a woman as yourself is enduring all by yo..."

– Bang!!!

Before she could finish her words, Lestrade fired the last bullet, emptying the bullet chamber of her revolver. However, dissimilar to the events that transpired at the beginning, Jill the Ripper, fully focused, deflected the bullet aimed at her forehead with a simple flick of her knife.