Becoming Professor Moriarty’s Probability

Just before Isaac Adler's henchmen received the shocking news through Charlotte,

"... Adler, that traitor."

"Is it really opening...? I heard no one could get in, it was chaos..."

"Dare, dare to toy with me...?"

Even though no one was supposed to pass through, two figures slipped in as smoothly as if through a soap bubble into the restricted boundary of Cornwall.

"Kill, I will kill him... I swear I'll kill him..."

"No, you won’t. Inspector."

Their identities were none other than Inspector Lestrade, who had just neutralized the anomaly in Cornwall with her curse and forced her way in, and Rachel Watson, who was reluctantly brought along.

"I don't care whether you kill that bastard or not."

"......."

"Why are you dragging me along when I finally took a vacation...!"

As soon as they entered Cornwall, Inspector Lestrade felt a strong presence of Adler and hurried forward, with Watson raising her voice in protest behind her.

"Well, you are a brilliant doctor, aren't you."

"Well, that's true. But what does that have to do with anything…?"

With a terrifying expression on her face, Lestrade responded to her.

"Even if I beat Adler to near death, as a brilliant doctor, you could revive him, right?"

"What in hell has he done again..."

"I pledged, dedicating my entire life to that man, and that son of a bitch broke it within days."

Following her resentful remarks, Watson looked dismayed.

"I, I even lost... my, my first time to him....."

"Ha, he really is trash..."

Of course, Lestrade was referring to an unfortunate incident where Adler had stolen a kiss from her, but Watson had definitely misunderstood.

"... Please take care of me today."

"Sigh..."

Of course, it seemed unlikely that the strongest inspector in the British Empire, who had never been defeated by anyone in her life, had been forced by Adler.

"It would normally seem ridiculous, but given the person involved, it makes sense."

Nevertheless, the fact that Adler was a complete scoundrel remained unchanged, and Watson eventually sighed in resignation.

"... Thank you for understanding."

"But, can I get a bit of revenge too?"

As Lestrade expressed her gratitude for Watson's understanding, she could not help but look at the doctor with surprise in her eyes.

"Did I hear that wrong?"

"I still have grievances too. I'd like to leave a few gunshot wounds on his shoulder with my pistol."

When she asked with confusion, Watson responded with a tilt of her head.

"... Excuse me, but that seems a bit harsh."

"Yes?"

"I'll do it alone."

Rachel Watson's gaze turned slightly cold upon hearing Lestrade's following words.

"It's alright for the inspector to beat someone up until they're about to die, but I can't shoot them?"

"Yes, you can't."

"If it's not too rude, may I ask why?"

Rachel Watson, whose atmosphere had slightly changed, asked this while staring directly into her eyes, to which Lestrade replied in a low voice.

"Because Adler is my husband."

"........."

"I'm the one who has any right to hit him. I can't accept violence from anyone else."

Their cold gazes silently crossed for a moment.

"I see... he is your husband now..."

"... The word now bothers me a bit."

"No, well. You must think I'm interested in Adler, but you don't need to worry..."

In this tense situation, Watson whispered to the wary officer.

"I like Neville. I have no interest in that trash of a man, Inspector."

"Birds of a feather flock together, it seems you've been influenced by Holmes after all."

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about...?"

As the atmosphere began to spiral out of control,

"If you don't understand, I'll tell you again. Isaac Adler is my husband......"

"......?"

As the officer narrowed her eyes and raised her voice, she suddenly looked surprised and began to trail off.

"What's this, why stop talking all of a sudden..."

"Shh...!"

"Eh!?"

Watson, slightly puzzled, murmured as Lestrade covered her mouth and ran into the nearby bushes.

"The bushes, again? But, besides that, what are we doing now..."

"I can feel Adler’s presence close by..."

"Yes?"

Watson, having finally managed to shake off the inspector's hand covering her mouth, gave her a bewildered look at her following words.

"You can't even use magic. How would you know that...?"

"I made a certain pact. That's how I can detect Adler's every move and whether he's breaking our agreement..."

"... Ha, that makes you look like a stalker, you know?"

"Keep quiet. He's right in front of us now."

"Ehhh!"

Lestrade, covering her mouth again, began to sweat and concentrate.

- Crunch...

"........."

Soon, from afar, they spotted Adler walking hand in hand with Charlotte, and both women's eyes darkened simultaneously.

"So, he was having an affair with Holmes after all..."

"... Hmph."

Thus, Lestrade, seemingly ready to burst out yet exhibiting transcendent patience, and Watson, pretending not to care while sneakily watching the situation, stood their ground.

- Slide...

"Ha, haha..."

"She’s out of her mind. Has her brain been pickled in drugs already, or has she been under Adler’s influence..."

Their patience was on the verge of exploding as they witnessed the hot and sticky embrace between Charlotte and Adler.

- I'm sorry, but this reunion is over.

""......!""

Just then, their eyes caught Adler's henchmen appearing from the opposite side.

"Th-Those guys..."

"They're all classified as dangerous individuals by the London Metropolitan Police Department."

"........"

"I've heard that they're so loyal to Adler that they would sacrifice their lives at his mere command."

Lestrade, observing the significantly grown Celestia Moran threatening Charlotte, muttered in a cold voice.

"... For your information, that kid is the most dangerous among them. Even I can't easily subdue her."

"Even you?"

"This has become a big headache..."

Troubled by the gradually worsening situation, Lestrade spoke once again.

"... We need to call for reinforcements. Now that they've shown up, I can no longer act on my personal and private emotions..."

- But, just moments ago, your master was brutally raped.

From Charlotte's mouth sprang a shocking statement that plunged everyone into astonishment.

"What did she just say...?"

- ... Where exactly have you all been this whole time?

"What did she say? Holmes...?"

Besides the stiff Lestrade, Watson began to mutter, sweating coldly.

"We must have heard wrong."

"Right? It's not April Fool's Day; April was long ago..."

Eventually, they began to deny reality as they looked at each other.

- Since you didn't answer, it seems you haven’t heard it clearly, let me tell you again.

But right in front of them, Charlotte's voice, tinged with tears, was heard again, and their denial of reality quickly came to an end.

- Isaac Adler has been periodically raped by Professor Moriarty all this time. Against his will.

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

- From the beginning until now, always forcefully. Continuously...

Lestrade and Rachel Watson's eyes darkened to their limits, losing all their colour.

"Then, the breach of contract notice I received means..."

"Really... was it really because of the professor...?"

Pieces of the puzzle began to fit together arbitrarily in their minds.

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"Master, is that really true? Look into my eyes and tell me, please tell me that it isn't true. If it is, I swear on my life, I will definitely find her..."

"... It's a lie, right?"

Silently, Silver Blaze and Princess Clay approached me, their faces pale as they intensely interrogated me.

"No, it's... that is..."

"... Dad."

In such a moment, desperately trying to figure out what to say, a bleak voice leaked out of Moran.

"Did you really get raped?"

"......."

As she, now tall enough to reach my chin, chillingly asked, I stood there with a dumbfounded expression. Immediately, I felt the chills, as though the temperature was dropping painfully low.

"Is it too painful just to even recall it?"

"No, well..."

In such a situation, the only one who seemed to be keeping her sanity, Princess Clay, asked the question, forcing me to spin my already frozen brain.

"... It's all a lie."

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

"Today is April Fool's Day, haha, ha..."

Ultimately, I had no choice but to blurt out such nonsensical excuses.

- Crunch...

"......."

"Just wait a moment, I'll gather all the demihumans of London right now and find that bitch..."

Of course, it would be impossible for them to believe my bullshit excuse after hearing Charlotte’s earnest words.

… What do I do, shit.

Even if I had resolved to join the professor's scheme, I had never anticipated that so many people would find out at once.

"Let's live together from now on. I can protect you every minute, no, every second."

"If you just say the word, I can start the plan we talked about last time..."

How on earth was I supposed to escape this crisis?

"You're not usually this nervous."

In this once-in-a-lifetime crisis, I found myself in, even the system gave up on displaying probability messages, and I desperately brainstormed for a way out.

"But remember, a crisis is also an opportunity."

"........ Ah."

Just then, a voice began to be heard from behind, and I clenched my eyes shut, giving up on thinking.

"Isn't that right, Adler...?"

Professor Moriarty, her face glowing beautifully, was walking towards us with a fresh expression from afar.