Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Around the time when the unexpected and heated encounter between Adler and Lestrade, which had begun for a quite absurd and unexpected reason, just ended…

“Ugh…”

Unlike the morning in Britain, it was slowly getting dark in the United States. Somewhere in the states at such a time,

- Brrrt…

Having secluded herself in her room until nightfall, Lovecraft groaned for the umpteenth time and buried her face in the desk.

“Haah.”

After an unknown period of time…

“This, this… lewd Oriental bastard…”

Slowly raising her head, she wiped the drool trickling from her mouth with her sleeve and observed the densely packed words in the freshly updated notebook.

“How many hours… did they…?”

With a flushed face, she mumbled something, clearly ashamed.

“Does he think he’s a monkey? An animal? Even outdoors, to do such messy deeds for hours…”

In truth, she had no right to speak such words, having spent those hours voyeuristically indulging in her own pleasure.

“… A monster of sexual desire. Die. Kill yourself.”

However, since she was devoid of conscience to begin with, she ended her speech nonchalantly and reached to adjust the glasses she had taken off, her hand still sticky from playing with her womanhood.

“Oh, now that I remember…”

Returning to her original sinister expression as she put on her glasses, she seemed to have recalled something and immediately got up from her seat.

“… The newspaper should be delivered by now.”

She then, with slightly trembling legs, opened the door of her room for the first time in days.

“Ah.”

After briefly glancing around, she quickly snatched the newspaper laid right in front of her room and dashed back inside.

“……..”

There was a moment of silence in the room after that.

Breaking News! Famous child actor Isaac Adler announces marriage. The other party is the youngest Inspector of the London Metropolitan Police Department...

“Let’s see… what he really looks like.”

In that silence, Lovecraft started unfolding the British newspaper she had ordered a few days ago, swallowing her saliva hard.

“His real appearance must be ugly… probably using some sort of hypnotic magic to enchant people… That’s why the Inspector disliked him so much… Hmm.”

While doing so, she let her imaginations run wild.

“This despicable scammer, sex fiend, Oriental bastard must have threatened the woman with London’s safety after his hypnotic magic didn’t work on her…”

However, Lovecraft’s creepy mumbling didn’t last long.

“….. Huh?”

As Lovecraft unfolded the newspaper, the front-page photo of Isaac Adler and Gia Lestrade immediately caught her eyes.

“Huh? What?”

Staring blankly at the photo of the blonde young man, Isaac Adler, who looked perplexed by the reporters around him, Lovecraft suddenly became genuinely flustered and exclaimed,

“Is this… a person of mixed Asian descent?”

Her eyes were trembling wildly.

“He’s so handsome…”

Lovecraft unintentionally mumbled to herself, but quickly covered her mouth.

“………”

However, not long after, she lowered her gaze again and her face began to melt away like a girl falling in love for the first time.

“For someone who is half Asian, he’s quite impressive…”

- Swoosh…

“Must be the superior Western traits manifesting… probably…”

Then, suddenly lifting her head and glancing at a mirror hanging in front, she said,

“… I, I am also up to this standard.”

She began to murmur timidly while examining her pale face that hadn’t seen much sunlight.

“A bit of a dark impression, but… I think I’m quite cute too…”

- Swish, swish…

“I just don’t have any friends… If I actually went out… I’d probably attract a lot of guys…”

Her expression soon turned slightly gloomy as she bowed her head again.

“… It’s just that going out is scary.”

Her gaze then returned to Adler’s photo.

“Hmm…”

After a moment of contemplation, she quietly picked up the notebook lying beside her.

“Listen…”

She whispered into the notebook as if confiding a secret,

“Based on this photo draw some illustration… of last night’s updates, please.”

- Swoosh!

Before she even finished speaking, her quill pen danced in the air.

- Scratch, scratch…

Shortly after, vivid and completely naked illustrations that were almost indistinguishable from a photograph began to appear next to the text she had been indulging herself with for hours.

“Anyway… you knew too, right? That I could see you…”

She bit her lip silently and then slowly lowered her hand, her face flushing red as she spoke,

“But still… to do that without caring… you must have wanted to show it to me, right?”

- Swoosh…

“It’s like remote sexual harassment… no, it’s practically remote rape? You’ve already molested me… yeah…”

And with that, she quietly bowed her head and began rubbing her legs.

“Ugh… Ahh…”

- Creak…

“You, you filthy beast… I’ll kill you… kill you…”

In those moments alone, Lovecraft muttered in a feverish voice, talking by herself.

“… I’ll take matters into my own hands now, just you wait.”

- Brrrrt…

“You’re dead now…♥︎”

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“Hmm.”

Meanwhile, in London,

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, it’s just…”

As Isaac Adler, hand-in-hand with Lestrade, just emerged from a back alley into the park, he muttered with an inexplicably uneasy expression.

“It feels like a something sinister is clinging to my body…”

“…….?”

“… Well, never mind that. Shouldn’t you be heading to the police station by now?”

Adler then changed the subject, smacking his lips.

“You were in such a hurry earlier too, right?”

“… It’s too late anyway, I’d like to walk with you for a while.”

“Holding hands?”

At that question, the inspector smiled wryly and responded.

“Just a few minutes ago, we were practically intertwining our whole bodies against each other, what’s wrong with just this?”

“… I didn’t realise you were so bold, inspector.”

“You must have changed me.”

Saying so with a sigh, she suddenly stopped walking.

“Oh, I forgot to give you something.”

“What is it?”

“… Take this.”

As she pulled a bouquet from her coat, Adler looked puzzled and spoke.

“What is this?”

“… It’s a gift.”

“Uh… so suddenly?”

Then, blushing quietly, she avoided his gaze and answered softly.

“… Because I like you.”

Whispering so, she gently kissed Adler’s cheek, then dashed forward in breakneck speed.

“Uh…”

As Adler stood there dazed, receiving the cold stares of the bystanders, he muttered in a low voice.

“… Alas, I can’t give you a child.”

Closing his eyes to calm his racing heart, he mumbled in a sad voice.

“This body will soon disappear from this world…”

Adler had made sure to use magic for contraception before engaging in intercourse with Lestrade.

It was not necessarily due to the inspector that he had used the contraceptive magic. Since the incidents with Charlotte and Professor, he made sure to consistently maintain contraceptive magic in his body on a subconscious level, preparing himself for all eventualities.

“I’m sorry, inspector…”

However, there was one thing he had overlooked.

- Rustle…

That was the fact that someone had been secretly observing the act from the beginning till the end, hidden in the bushes behind the park.

“Ha…”

The identity of that individual,

“… Shit.”

It was Gina Lestrade, Gia Lestrade’s sister, who, like her sister, had chosen the bushes as her hiding spot.

“I’m so jealous of you, sis…”

Her curse was to neutralize all abilities surrounding her except for those directed at her.

“Can’t wait to grow up and pretend to be you…”

Of course, the scope of her ability included Adler’s contraceptive magic as well.

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“… I feel that same sinister aura again.”

Yet, unaware of the situation, Isaac Adler quietly scratched his head and began to walk.

“I feel like I’ve forgotten something…”

- Swoosh…

“……?”Feeling someone’s presence beside him, he turned his head.

- Thump…?

“Kulluk!?”

And in the next moment,

“Kulluk, kullu… Ugh..”

He clutched his stomach, his face turning pale, and began to gasp for air as he slumped to the ground.

“… Forgetting something, that is really unfortunate, dear.”

“…….!”

His expression hardened upon hearing a familiar voice.

“That something you forgot was actually a date you were supposed to gleefully enjoy with me in exchange for granting your request.”

“Pr-Professor…”

Meanwhile, Professor Jane Moriarty, who had punched him in the abdomen hard, crouched beside him and murmured in a cold voice.

“But… Adler.”

- Swoosh…

“What’s this?”

She grasped Adler’s chin with her hand, lifting it, revealing her intent to kill for the first time in a long while as she began to whisper.

“Why have the colours of both your irises faded slightly?”

“……..”

“… It’s almost as if someone from the London Metropolitan Police Department has mixed in some of their white in there somewhere.”

Adler started to sweat in silence, unable to even utter a word.

“If you don’t answer in 5 seconds, I’ll kill you.”

“Pl-Please spare me…”

“4, 3, 2…..”