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“.......?”
As I stood there, dazed, watching the children I had only ever glimpsed in dreams gaze up at with curious expressions, I belatedly sensed soone’s presence behind .
“... Ah.”
Instinctively, I turned my head to see who it was, and imdiately tensed up, cautiously watching the person approaching .
“... Professor.”
There she was – Professor Moriarty – looking down at with the sa expression of disbelief she had since I reunited with her.
“Uh, um... well...”
What was I supposed to say?
This was the face I had missed so much that it had kept awake at night, and yet, now that she was standing before , I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
“... Adler.”
She spoke first, her voice trembling slightly, as I hesitated and fumbled for words.
“Is it really... you, Adler?”
“........”
“Truly?”
Her golden eyes quivered as she asked, as if on the verge of spilling tears at any mont.
“Well, you see...”
Honestly, I couldn’t quite grasp this situation.
I’d seen her cry a few tis in the nightmares of the real world, but standing here now, seeing her like this in person, left stunned.
Professor Moriarty... crying? Making an expression like this?
It almost felt like the version of her I knew had been stripped away.
“Uh... yes.”
Still, I couldn’t just remain silent forever, so I nodded quietly, trying to gauge her reaction.
“... You can tell by looking into my eyes, can’t you?”
I added, pointing to my right eye, still dyed grey even after returning to my real world.
- Thud!
“Keuhk.”
Without warning, the professor dropped to her knees and wrapped tightly in her arms.
“Kulluk, kullu... um...”
Unlike before, I was now practically an ordinary person, so even a simple hug made it hard for to breathe.
“Professor...”
I tried to gently push her away while nervously stealing glances at her, but when I finally t her gaze, I froze.
- Drip...
Her tears – tears I never thought I’d see from her – were streaming down her face.
I had assud she wouldn’t actually cry, even when she had seed on the verge of it earlier, but here she was, truly shedding tears.
Even though I’d seen this in my dreams, nay nightmares, a few tis, I was completely at a loss.
“D-Don’t cry, Professor...”
Perhaps that’s why – despite wanting to console her – that was all I could manage to say, sounding like an utter fool.
I had never been good at comforting others, to begin with.
And comforting the professor who, until just a few years ago, I couldn’t even imagine feeling emotions? That was an even more daunting task.
- Slide...
For reasons I couldn’t quite understand, I found myself pulling her into an embrace.
“... Professor Moriarty.”
“Hic, sniff...”
“Have I kept you waiting too long?”
I didn’t know why, but it felt like the only thing I could do.
“I’m so sorry for leaving you behind and disappearing.”
As I whispered those words and gently patted her back, she slowly lifted her head from where it had been buried against my chest, her tear-streaked face looking up at .
“Ah...”
Only then did I realise, just as in a certain dream I once had, that her eyes had turned a brilliant golden hue.
They were the sa eyes that had, for so long, maintained their dignified grey even when she obsessed and yearned over possessing for herself.
But now, as I gazed at those eyes, now overlaid with my colour, my heart ached inexplicably.
... So, you’ve finally realised, haven’t you?
I had thought she might never realise it in her entire life.
The fearso dragon, unmatched in her ferocity, had finally co to understand the aning of love.
And the ultimate reason for that is...
“Kyaaung...”
“Uunng...”
As I wiped away the endless stream of tears flowing from her eyes, that thought lingered in my mind— until disgruntled babbling sounds ca from near my feet.
“Ah...”
Lowering my gaze to follow the noise, I was suddenly jolted back to reality.
“”........?””
There they were, two tiny children, already so unbearably adorable and beautiful it was almost unfair, squinting up at from the floor with curious frowns.
“Professor, these children... they’re...”
My voice trembled slightly as I looked at them, then turned to the professor with a questioning glance.
“Yes... that’s right.”
Before I could even finish my sentence, her reply ca, thick with emotion and tears.
“They’re your children...”
Of course. Even just looking at the colour of their hair and the gleam of their eyes, it was obvious.
I had only asked because the reality of it still felt so far away.
“Yours and mine, our children...”
But as the professor lifted them up, tears mingling with a soft smile on her face, that reality slowly began to sink into , seeping into every corner of my being.
“... Do you want to hold them?”
These weren’t just any children— they were my children.
The ones who carried both my blood and hers, our genes flowing equally through them.
The most precious beings in the world to , so priceless that even the thought of them being hurt felt unbearable.
With that dawning realisation, I reached out and carefully took the children from her, cradling them gingerly in my arms.
“Da!”
“Dada!”
They giggled brightly, tugging at my cheeks with their tiny hands, as if this was the happiest mont of their lives.
“So, I’m... their dad.”
“........”
“... And the professor is their mum.”
As that fact settled in, an almost paralysing fear suddenly gripped .
Would London be a good place for the children? Should we move sowhere else, maybe even emigrate?
What about their education? Should I steer them away from the sa path the professor walked?
Could I ever truly be a good father to them?
“... Adler.”
As I stared blankly down at the children, lost in my thoughts, the professor’s voice – now calm and steady – snapped back to my senses.
“Ah.”
At so point, she had composed herself and was now gazing at with that familiar, impassive expression of hers.
“S-Sorry...”
It struck then. In the urgency of the situation, I had completely overlooked sothing crucial.
Sure, I was the victim in so ways, but that didn’t change the fact that I was the scumbag that had abandoned the professor – pregnant, no less – for two years and several months.
I wasn’t there for her during childbirth, nor did I even properly say goodbye when I left.
In short, she had every right to snap my neck in half right now, and it would still be considered justifiable.
“I’m sorry... truly.”
With a slightly pale face, I offered her a feeble apology, my voice barely above a whisper as I glanced nervously at her.
“I an... I shouldn’t have tried to resolve things the way I did, but...”
“... Isaac.”
But the words that ca from the professor’s lips, after two long years of separation, weren’t scolding for where I’d been. Nor were they questioning the choices I’d made, or expressing resentnt for the loneliness she must have felt without . I couldn’t even begin to understand the depth of her loneliness, to be honest. She didn’t say anything about that.
“I love you.”
What she said was simply those words.
“I love you— so, so much.”
Even in during our brief yet intense relationship, it was sothing the professor had never been able to say with such honesty.
“So much that if you weren’t here before my eyes, I’d be consud by agony so unbearable, I’d burn the entire world to ashes before ending it all and myself.”
It was a confession brimming with absolute sincerity.
“I love you, Isaac Adler.”
Our reunion reached its crescendo as she whispered those words, sealing them with her lips pressed against mine.
.
.
.
.
.
And who knows how much ti had passed after that, I certainly didn’.
“... Excuse . Are you two done now?”
“”.........””
As I finally gasped for air, my breath sticky-sweet from being tangled with the professor’s tongue, a curt voice broke through from behind us.
“Then it’s about ti we start coming up with a plan.”
“... Hols?”
Charlotte stood there, arms crossed, looking down at us with an icy glare as she spoke.
“That monster we barely managed to seal away for just 20 to 30 years, even with all of us working together.”
For a mont, seeing her like this reminded of how she was years ago, which oddly put at ease. But that comfort quickly dissipated as her following words sank in.
“He said it himself— once he breaks free from the seal, Adler, he’ll be coming straight for you.”
“That’s... true, isn’t it?”
“Which ans we need to prepare. But the problem is...”
“... That my father’s abilities surpass anything we can imagine.”
Cutting into Charlotte’s words, the professor muttered with a similarly grim expression.
“Honestly, if not for the children, I could’ve fought him on even footing this ti. But... if he erges again after amassing his strength for another 20 years...”
“... Then a monster we can barely stand against, even together, will reappear in London.”
And then, all at once, everyone’s gaze turned toward .
“And that monster will target Adler first.”
“So, the solution is...”
Just as their gazes began to darken once more,
Would you like to know the solution?
“......!”
It’s actually quite simple.
Suddenly, a ssage from the system appeared before my eyes.
What... what is it?
What else could it be?
Who is the only person capable of defeating Jas Moriarty?
As I asked with renewed hope in my eyes, the system, uncharacteristically kind, began to respond.
... Sherlock?
Exactly.
But Sherlock doesn’t exist in this world!
I had made sure of it— once, out of desperation, I had ordered my subordinates to scour all of London, but there wasn’t a single detective or investigator by the na of Sherlock.
In this world, after all, the role of Sherlock Hols belonged to none other than Charlotte Hols, standing right behind .
So how the hell was I supposed to summon Sherlock?
This is your final task as this world’s probability.
Fix the bug that prevents Sherlock Hols from appearing in a ga based on the Sherlock Hols series.
Wait, what? How?
Fix it.
No, but how am I supposed to fix that?
I asked again, my confusion growing, only for the system to deliver its reply with unwavering firmness.
Oh, I misspoke. Get it fixed.
“......?”
If Sherlock doesn’t exist, then create him.
My face grew steadily paler as Charlotte, the professor, and the other won gathered in the office observed with sharp, scrutinising eyes.
... So, does that an I just need to do it with Charlotte? Since she’s technically Sherlock Hols?
Warning! – Probability of being Gangbanged — 100%
You must face your karma.
“... Fucking hell.”
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