Becoming Professor Moriarty’s Probability

“Or perhaps, you are busy chanting thousands of spells in your head to kill me now?”

After spending the night locked in a hotel room while making passionate love with Adler, Charlotte, suddenly found herself staring at Professor Moriarty who had intruded into the room without warning. A smirk soon crossed her face as she muttered to the professor.

“… What have you done?”

Then, with a pale face, Professor Moriarty opened her mouth while directing a heated glare towards Charlotte.

“Can’t you see?”

“Holmes, Holmes…”

“I’m in the middle of embracing Adler.”

Only then did Moriarty fully grasp the situation unfolding before her eyes. Anger bubbled inside her and washed over her face in the next moment.

- Gooo…

“…Ugh.”

As the professor’s grey mana enveloped Adler’s head, with one last convulsion, he lost consciousness and collapsed limply.

“Oh my.”

As he collapsed into her arms, Charlotte pulled Adler close with a gleam in her eye.

And then silence ensued for a while.

“… Did you assault him?”

“You’re the rapist, not me.”

Amid the silence, Professor Moriarty, with a terrifying expression she had never shown before, whispered. She was only met with a scoff from Charlotte in return.

“What I have for him is pure love. Not like yours, devoid of any love, filled only with possession and obsession.”

“From my assistant… I can smell a horrible stench.”

“… Are you talking about the aphrodisiac I used as a bath additive? That was simply to spice things up. It didn’t even affect me…”

“I’m talking about your filthy body odour… you filthy thieving cat…”

Normally, the professor’s face was always expressionless or had a subtle amused smile. But now, her poker face, which usually never fell apart no matter the circumstance, had begun to crumble like sand. Р

“A criminal talking big? How much must Adler have trembled from your horrific sexual offences, that he looked so happy with me?”

“What did Adler say again as he pressed his body against mine…? Hmm… It’s the first time I’m doing it with someone I love, or something along those lines?”

Watching her with clear delight, Charlotte continued to provoke and fuel her anger.

“My assistant would never say such a thing… How strong must the drugs you used have been for him to spout such nonsense?”

“You talk about love after forcefully raping someone? Doesn’t seem like something a rapist should say.”

“How dare you… do such things to my assistant and think you could leave this place unscathed?”

Staring back at her, Professor Moriarty began murmuring with venom in her eyes.

“He’s my property. Moreover, doing it on my territory. No one should touch my treasure without my permission…”

“Ha, you sound quite ridiculous, don’t you think?”

“I’ve tolerated your antics all this time… I even considered befriending you… all because he took a liking to you…”

“I can’t even listen to this anymore.”

However, as Charlotte sneered, Professor Moriarty advanced with silent steps.

“How did you manage to take control over my assistant? My assistant wouldn’t betray our agreement so frivolously…”

“I even made a pact, just in case… How did you break my pact?”

“Ha, now you’re not even going to make an effort to hide it, huh?”

Charlotte, intrigued by her change of tone, replied with a smirk.

“Well, the method was simple. I found out Adler’s real name.”

“… What?”

Of course, she had only discovered Adler’s surname, but it was enough to bluff Professor Moriarty given her emotional state.

“What do you mean, what? It means he’s no longer your treasure.”

And Charlotte, the venom in her voice reaching its peak, wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

“Isaac Adler is now my man. Mine only.”

“Bloody nonsense…”

“He follows my commands now, not yours, smiles at my face, not yours, and finds happiness holding my hand, not yours.”

“Bullshit…”

“Still can’t accept it?”

Charlotte continued sharply, then whispered in a low voice.

“Stop being so pathetic and get out, you bitch.”

- Crack…

Professor Moriarty quietly ground her teeth, glaring at Charlotte.

- Sizzle…

Grey mana, darker than she had ever exuded flowed out of the Professor’s hand. Murderous intent took over her eyes, losing all control.

- Gooooooooo…

“That’s right. The reason you’ve always been so composed, no matter what I did, was because you were confident you could kill me if things went wrong.”

But this time, Charlotte, also summoning black mana from deep within her body, began muttering coldly without backing down.

“But now you know, don’t you? That it’s impossible.”

“My power is growing stronger. I’ve finally discovered the source of this power I have within me.”

She looked at the transcendental being standing before her and curled her lips in a disdainful smirk.

“The firm intention to kill you, to erase you from this world. That was the key to increasing my power.”

“Remember? You showed me Adler being raped on purpose last time, didn’t you? Just because you wanted me to realize that, right?”

Following Charlotte’s words, Professor Moriarty gazed at her in silence.

“Why make that face? That was your plan, wasn’t it? You thought I might become corrupt with power like you if I started growing stronger, right?

“Or perhaps you thought I’d be consumed by the darkness in my heart? That’s why you deliberately gave me the chance to become stronger?”

Charlotte, who was staring directly at her, slightly raised her tone. Querying her in a provocative tone.

“Or did you think, as you said, that I’d understand you and we could become friends? If that’s the case, I feel a bit sorry for you.”

“You intend to deny until the end that fundamentally, you and I are similar, huh…”

“Haaa, I knew you would say that.”

However, as Professor Moriarty responded in a low voice, Charlotte only sighed before saying,

“Yes, as you have said before, you and I are indeed similar. To live, we must pursue the truth. That much is undeniable.”

“Are you finally admitting it?”

“But I assure you, we can never be exactly the same.”

Following her words, Professor Moriarty fell silent.

“We both chase the truth, but I am in the position of uncovering truths that are hidden or buried, and you are in the position of hiding or hunting them down.”

“Moreover, I find pleasure in bringing hidden truths to light, while you find pleasure in burying the truth in the deepest darkness where no one can reveal it forever.”

Charlotte unveiled an irrefutable truth of their existence to Professor Moriarty.

“Shall we talk about the curse I possess for a moment? My curse is that I can’t love anything but mysteries.”

“What about your curse, Professor Moriarty?”

As her question was met with silence, a sneer appeared on Charlotte’s lips.

“Shall I guess? Your curse is related to perfect crimes, isn’t it?”

“Your recent interest in consulting must be because everything has become boring due to that curse of yours. You definitely wanted to start a new game with the possibility of failure. Isn’t that so?”

Still, no response came from the still professor.

“Your silence only confirms it, you know? See, even our curses are completely opposite. That’s why you can never corrupt me, and conversely, I can’t make you repent.”

“We can never even understand each other.”

Charlotte’s voice filled with certainty continued echoing through the walls of the room.

“Therefore, I’ve reached a single conclusion.”

“… And what may that be?”

“One of us has to disappear from London.”

As her words ended, a momentary silence enveloped the room.

“What a coincidence.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

In the silence, the Professor, staring at Charlotte with a completely expressionless face, whispered her agreement,

“Look, we’ve come this far, we’re not going to settle this by a boring show of brute force now, are we?”

“An investigative consultant should act like one, and a criminal advisor should act similarly too… Either I uncover your truth, or you bury the truth forever with your criminal advice. It’ll either be your way or my way, don’t you agree?”

Jane Moriarty responded with an expression as if she had been expecting just that,

“That sounds fun.”

“Right? It will be the most thrilling nightmare of your life.”

“Preserving you alive with the sight of your complete despair would be quite enjoyable indeed.”

With a cold smile, Professor Moriarty gazed at her for a few seconds before turning toward the exit.

“From tomorrow, London will become hell for you.”

“I hope you won’t regret it.”

And with that ominous threat, the Professor was about to leave the hotel when,

“Ah, by the way… did I mention that our wager has a time limit?”

“The control I’ve gained has caused an unexpected consequence for Adler. So, our bet ended up having a time limit.”

Behind her, Charlotte’s voice, tinged with laughter, halted her in her steps,

“Well, it’s nothing big… I was just making passionate love with Adler earlier, and commanded him in the heat of the moment.”

“What did you…”

“To make me pregnant.”

Hearing her reply, the Professor’s mind went completely blank.

“So, the cute spell of contraception that he had cast on his lower abdomen, I saw it breaking with my own eyes.”

“So, here’s the thing…”

Charlotte, looking at her, tapped her swollen pelvis with a sneering expression,

“Do you think you can finish me off before I give birth to Adler’s child?”

- Creak…

Then, holding the doorknob and grinding her teeth, Moriarty Professor began glaring at Charlotte with a chilling gaze.

“Let’s see you try.”

Charlotte waved her hand at her, leaving her with one powerful provocation.

“Although I think you’ve already lost since you’ve tried so many times and are still not pregnant.”

- BZZZZZZ…

Thanks to that, the confrontation of their mana began right after her words ended and continued even more persistently for several minutes.

- Shhh…

So full of murderous intent was the atmosphere that Adler, who had woken up, glanced around with a dazed look and slipped out of the room with his clothes, unnoticed by everyone.

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“What a strange… truly strange dream…”

A few minutes later.

“Charlotte Holmes was speaking Korean and discovered my surname… then I was dragged to the hotel and was ravaged by that beast… all the while, naked Holmes and Professor Moriarty were glaring at each other in a tense standoff…”

- Thud…!

“Yes… this is definitely a dream… it must be a dream…”

Isaac Adler, having escaped the hotel, staggered down the dimly lit streets of London just before dawn, and finally collapsed weakly.

“The signal was definitely nearby…”

“… Oh?”

And then, someone spotted him from afar.

“Adler…! What is that message about…”

“Oh, Inspector…”

Adler, his head bowed in exhaustion, saw Gia Lestrade standing before him with a pallid face and made a wet, puppy-like expression.

“Are you going to rape me too, Inspector?”

“I just want to stop being raped now…”

After blurting out nonsense, due to the intense love-making that lasted until morning and the lingering effects of the drug, he lost consciousness.

Gia Lestrade looked down at him, her face even paler than before.

“… Did you just say rape?”