Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 91-93: The Battle Intensifies(1-3)

"Answer the question, Professor."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not quite sure what you're talking about."

Lestrade, looking ahead with a cold expression, raised her voice demanding an answer. Hearing her demand, Professor Moriarty opened her mouth with a leisurely smile.

"You know better than anyone that I nursed Adler without taking my eyes off him for a single moment over the past few days."

"I know that. What I'm asking is..."

"Unlike someone who, when faced with a choice between their boyfriend and duty, ultimately chose the latter."

At her words, Lestrade bit her lips hard, stopping mid-sentence.

"My job is to uphold justice in London. Don't so casually weigh its importance as you have. And in the first place, it was I who saved him, not you."

"... But despite being right there, you couldn't prevent Adler's chest from being torn open and tattered."

"Are you going to keep finding faults?"

"It's not about finding faults, Lestrade. I'm simply instilling the absolute truth into a stupid inspector who mistakenly thinks she saved Adler when ultimately, it was because of my late arrival that Jill the Ripper escaped from the hideout, enabling you to save him; that too by the barest margins."

Their cold voices echoed through the corridor.

"What a laughable situation. If you can't protect him despite being right there, why even make such a contract..."

"What contract are you referring to?"

"Adler gave up half of London for you, and you gave up yourself for half of London. Wasn't that the contract both of you established?"

"... Do not speak so carelessly."

"You're not exactly denying it now, are you? You and Adler are nothing more than contract lovers, each pursuing your own interests."

Lestrade opened her mouth as if to respond, but ultimately shut her mouth again, keeping her silence.

"It seems that you are performing your duties to some extent though. Seeing that you are wearing this oddly shaped dress that's not your usual police uniform, and carrying the basket full of fruits that have become somewhat precious due to the recent heavy snowfall..."

"... I told you not to speak carelessly."

"Why, all of a sudden? I doubt you're embarrassed for bringing a fruit basket..."

Professor Moriarty looked down at Lestrade, who was quietly clutching the fruit basket in her hand, and muttered with narrowed eyes.

"That dress, did Adler buy it for you?"

Silence followed, and Lestrade could only lower her gaze.

"Even though you were recently promoted to an inspector, I've heard that your family's circumstances are still quite poor..."

"Professor."

Just as she was about to continue her probing with that frigid smile of hers...

"Do not speak lightly of Miss Gia."

Adler, who had been quiet until then, murmured in a dangerously low voice.

And silence fell once more.

At his firm and resolute statement, Lestrade looked at Adler, a dazed expression momentarily taking over.

"... I understand."