“Hmm?”
It was an unfamiliar ceiling.
“……..?”
No, it was a sowhat familiar ceiling…
A bedroom that I seed to have visited once before unfolded before my eyes.
“Are you coming to your senses now?”
As I was blankly looking at my surroundings, I turned my head toward the voice that ca from beside and froze in place.
“You’ve been unconscious for several days after being stabbed.”
“Ah…”
“We even suspected so ntal abnormalities due to your last response, but fortunately, it seems that’s not the case.”
The reason I froze was because Charlotte Hols’ soul partner, Rachel Watson, was sitting beside my bed with her hand placed on her chin.
“Hols is investigating with a fire in her eyes, believing that you are severely injured. If it wasn’t for her request, we wouldn’t even be allowed in this VIP room…”
“Dr. Watson?”
“…You know my na? Even though you’ve never seen before…”
As I was staring blankly at her and murmured her na, Rachel Watson squinted her eyes and asked that question…
“I saw the na tag on your dical gown.”
“The gown with that na tag is hanging by the door right now, so it has nothing to do with .”
“I should also ntion that your fingertips sll of disinfectant, there’s a mark of a stethoscope on your neck, and I can slightly see a trace of a gunshot wound on your shoulder.”
“…Hmm.”
“And on the dical gown, there is also a dal of Honor. All of these characteristics match Dr. Watson, as described in the recently popular case files.”
Upon hearing my explanation, Dr. Watson looked at herself for a split instant, made an expression as if to say I see, and quietly scratched her head.
Only then did her appearance clearly enter my field of vision… for the very first ti since I had arrived in this twisted world.
She was the epito of what one would call a Lady of London, diligent and neat in appearance. Short brown hair tinged with a hint of orange frad her beautiful face. However, there was also an unexpectedly tough look about her, befitting a military officer.
It was indeed the Rachel Watson I had investigated and had even seen in the ga developnt phase.
“You’re using a style of deduction I’ve seen many tis already…”
Soon, she cleared her throat and spoke…
“It’s the style of soone I’ve watched over and over. I liked it so much that I’ve managed to sowhat mimic it.”
In reality, I had simply quoted lines from a ga, but I couldn’t say that so I fumbled my response sowhat.
“You…”
Then, all of a sudden, Watson’s eyes turned icy cold.
“Tell the truth.”
“…Yes?”
“What’s your real intention behind getting close to Charlotte?”
Unbefitting the image of a Lady of London, she crossed her arms and even crossed her legs as she looked down at with a chilling gaze and threw her question.
“What intention are you talking about?”
“Well, you’re trash. You…”
Then ca a slightly heart-wrenching comnt.
“That’s a bit harsh.”
“Is it sothing that soone who approaches seemingly vulnerable won to replace everything in their lives with himself, and then leaves them without a backward glance, would say?”
“……..”
“Moreover, you even enjoy observing the woman you have ensnared crumble into pieces after you’ve left her alone.”
The problem here was that… from Rachel Watson’s perspective, all of this was completely true.
“You human garbage…”
“………”
“Just die already.”
“…Is that sothing a doctor would say?”
“You should just end up in a vegetative state due to an accident.”
Hearing such a cold statent from the most diligent lady in all of London was, truly strange, to say the least.
“……….”
“I’m sorry, but making a pitiful face like that won’t work on .”
So, as I quietly scratched my head while looking at Watson with a sullen gaze, she suddenly whispered, shaking her finger from side to side.
“I already have soone I’ve given my heart to.”
As she spoke that line, and looked down at with a self-assured expression, a single fang even protruded from the corner of her mouth— smug about that declaration of hers.
“I’m sorry, but you’re not my type either.”
“Hmph, you’re pretty good with words. To soone like who’s been through an elite course and usually doesn’t lose to anyone…”
“If you were to marry a gambler who dumps half of their military pension on horse races, you’d never know when you might get kidnapped in their stead.”
Upon subtly leaking information about her from the original Sherlock Hols story, Watson looked at with a startled expression on her face.
“H-How do you know…”
“Even the timing on the betting slip sticking out of your pocket is perfect for a romantic weekend evening. Seems like you prefer horses over a romantic partner.”
“No, that’s not…”
“Or perhaps, do you have so hidden self-destructive tendencies?”
“Be quiet!”
As I looked at Watson who had shouted those words with an utterly flushed face, filled with a crippling sense of embarrassnt, I whispered to her in a hushed tone.
“Shall I ruin you, Dr. Watson?”
“A-Are you threatening right now?”
“Secretly plotting behind Hols’ back when she is always beside you… Wouldn’t that be… thrilling?”
Upon hearing those words, Watson, as if not immune to such talk, trembled and stood up from her seat.
“I already had my suspicions, even if slight, when Charlotte gave up smoking and experinting with mana stones… As expected, you’re utter trash.”
“Thank you for the complint.”
“Enough. You’re a rude person.”
So, did this an I would have to go through a sham marriage with this righteous and upstanding lady?
“If you truly love Charlotte Hols even a little, in that dark and wretched heart of yours, it would be best for you to give up on her and disappear completely.”
Just when my vision was darkening due to this absurd condition, I heard Watson’s icy voice in my ear.
“And keep this in mind.”
“……….”
“I will never fall for your tricks.”
It was precisely at that mont.
– Bang!!!
“Ah!?”
The door to the VIP hospital room burst open, and in walked a towering woman.
“……..”
With a single glance, she subdued the flustered nurses behind her. Exuding an aura that gave chills, she stepped into my room.
“So…”
She was also soone I knew quite well.
“Who is Hols here?”
The culprit from The Secrets of the Speckled Band incident, Lady Grace Roylott, was glaring at Watson and , alternating her focus between us.
.
.
.
.
.
Her attire was wildly inappropriate for 19th-century London— tanned skin and toned muscles on full display, looking both fearso and beautiful at the sa ti, akin to a queen of the Amazons.
“I won’t ask twice.”
Wrapped around her legs were leg guards, and in her hand, she swung a whip commonly used for hunting. With a voice full of nace, she asked the question once again, directing it toward us.
“Among you two, who is Charlotte Hols…”
Then, Lady Roylott shifted her steps, her face suddenly adorned with a feral, cold smile.
“Never mind. There’s only one woman here, after all.”
“Wha-What are you…”
Just as Watson started to back away, breaking into a cold sweat under that overpowering atmosphere…
“It’s .”
Adler, raising his hand, spoke with a thin smile.
“I am Charlotte Hols.”
“…No matter how I look at you, you look like a man from any and all angles.”
“When I was young, I was quite frail, you see. My parents tried to twist fate by giving a female na.”
Having finished his explanation, Adler looked toward Watson and whispered in a soft voice.
“This is my assistant, Dr. Watson. I apologize, but could you step out for a mont, Watson dear?”
“…What?”
“I have a visitor who has co looking for . I’d like to speak with her privately.”
Upon hearing that cunning request, Watson hesitated for a mont and saw Adler’s discreet gesture to get out of this place and thus stepped outside with cold sweat drenching her forehead.
“…………..”
Thus, with only Lady Roylott and Adler remaining inside the room, a deep silence ensued.
– Slap!!
“Speak now.”
Breaking the silence was the muffled sound of Lady Roylott, who had slapped Adler across the cheek with all her might.
“Where is my daughter now?”
As her sudden action prompted a deep intake of breath from behind the door, Lady Roylott gripped Adler’s collar, unfazed by her violent act, and questioned him once again in that fierce voice of hers.
“Are you talking about Helen Stoner, the young lady who caused a knife disturbance on the street a few days ago?”
“What did she say to you?”
“The weather has gotten quite cold lately.”
“You think you can gloss over this?”
After that, a brief nerve-wracking standoff between the two ensued.
“…Ugh.”
“Hols, you lapdog of the London police.”
The tension escalated as Lady Roylott, still gripping Adler’s collar, climbed onto the bed and began to strangle him then and there.
“Ugh…..”
Just then, at the very mont Adler was on the verge of losing consciousness atop the bed…
– Buzz…
“…Hm?”
Letters of a gray hue began to appear on Lady Roylott’s hand.
｢This is not Hols, Roylott.｣
“…Hmm.”
Staring intently at the ssage which seed hastily written despite its elegant script, she finally let go of Adler’s throat, her expression as if the air had been let out of her.
“What a waste of effort.”
With that, she twisted her wrist and descended from the bed.
“Are you an associate of Hols?”
“………..”
“If so, then convey this to her…”
At that mont, a ssage appeared before Adler’s eyes.
“Withdraw from this affair and…”
“…This shouldn’t be happening.”
“What?”
Upon reading the ssage, Adler tilted his head to the side, adopting a serious expression on his face for the first ti.
“You bastard, when soone is talking…!”
“Madam.”
Just when Lady Roylott was about to unleash the anger she had been holding back, seeing Adler maintain his silent and pensive expression for so ti…
“I have a favor to ask.”
Suddenly, Adler, his eyes lighting up in an instant, pulled himself up from the bed.
“What…”
– Buzz…
Lady Roylott, who had been tilting her head at Adler’s deanor, widened her eyes when she saw Adler’s eyes start to convert into a fiery red.
“…Please make a part of your collection.”
Adler, revealing his true form as a pureblooded vampire, was whispering those words while gently swaying his tail from side to side.
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Rachel Watson
Charlotte Hols
Professor Moriarty
As soon as I dared to make these statents, a flood of ssages started to appear before my eyes.
Probability Error!
Description: The conclusion probability of the canon event— The Secret of the Speckled Band case is severely lacking!
But at this crucial mont, when the fate of the world hung in the balance, there was no ti to pay attention to such ssages.
If the probability is not maintained, the world’s erosion rate will increase!
Current Case Progress: 56%
Warning!
Erosion Rate — 5%
An increase in the erosion rate in this world was extrely fatal.
Therefore, in the current situation where my plans had gone awry due to being incapacitated for a few days from rely being stabbed by a knife, I had no choice but to forcefully intervene in the case.
“…A vampire?”
“A pureblooded one at that.”
And the way to do that was to beco part of Lady Roylott’s collection.
Inheriting so elents of the original setting, she was London’s top collector and trainer who would lose her mind over rare animals and magical beasts.
Seeing my true form, she couldn’t help but be completely captivated.
“What are you scheming?”
Therefore, as I wagged my tail eagerly, the lady asked with a glint in her eyes.
“I find myself in a rather dangerous situation.”
Her eyes, which had gently lifted my chin trembled upon hearing my words.
“…So, I would like it if you could raise in secrecy.”
Upon finishing my sentence, grey and black letters began to shimr on the palm of my hand, tingling as they appeared there.
“Alright.”
However, there was no ti to shift my gaze to them.
– Click…
Because Lady Roylott, pulling a spotted collar from the travel bag she had brought, whispered as she carefully fastened it around my neck.
“Get into the bag.”
“…Alright.”
As I started to feel her murky mana spreading around my neck, I stepped into the bag.
“……..?”
As the zipper closed, I absentmindedly watched the disappearing light, then quietly tilted my head at the sudden notification.
Warning!
– Probability of ??? — 10%
What could this an? I wondered in the darkness filled with utter silence…
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