Ch.112Chapter 112 – Invitation

“…Master.”

“Ah, Miss Blaze.”

One week after Issac Adler kidnapped Microny Holmes to his hideout.

“Good morning.”

“…Yes, it is.”

Silver Blaze enters Adler’s room wearing a maid outfit, greeting him with a morning greeting as she starts her daily routine.

– Rustle, rustle…

Then, she naturally sits down beside Adler and rubs her soft cheeks against his.

“…Miss Blaze, what was the meaning of this behavior again?”

“It’s a morning greeting for werebeasts. For werebeasts, it’s something that absolutely must be done as part of the daily routine.”

“Really…?”

“Yes, Master. Something terrible happens if you don’t do it.”

As Adler sits still, enduring her particularly persistent nuzzling today, he asks with a dubious expression, and Silver Blaze answers in a serious voice.

“May I know exactly what happens?”

“…I get depressed all day.”

But under Adler’s questioning, she mutters that while drooping her ears and making a sullen expression.

“That’s certainly a serious matter.”

“…Heehee.”

As Adler quietly takes in her cute appearance and offers his cheek again with a bitter smile, Silver Blaze wags her tail while making a soft laughing sound.

– Rustle, rustle…

And so, the sound of cheeks rubbing against each other begins to quietly echo throughout the room.

“Is burying your head in my hair and sniffing also one of the werebeast greeting customs, Miss Blaze?”

“…Ah, no.”

When Adler, sitting quietly at his desk writing documents, asks once more, Silver Blaze finally lifts her head slightly and answers in a small voice.

“This is because I like you so much…”

“………”

“And I always enjoy your scent.”

At that honest answer, Adler blushes for a moment and avoids her gaze.

“…Ah, right. Master.”

Silver Blaze, who had been watching him quietly while unconsciously fidgeting, slaps her own cheeks to regain her composure and speaks to him again.

“Today is the regular blood-drinking day.”

“…Ah.”

And then she carefully presents her snow-white neck to her master.

“I’m in charge this week, so please use me without hesitation.”

“……….”

“I, I even trimmed the fine hairs in advance. It’s better to be neat when being eaten by Master… Eek.”

Adler, overcome with the urge to bite her snow-white nape as soon as he sees it, closes his eyes tightly and bites Blaze’s neck.

“”………..””

And then silence begins.

“…Master. I’ve been thinking, wouldn’t it be better if I took over all the blood-drinking duty?”

Feeling the sensation of having sharp teeth embedded in her neck and helplessly having her blood stolen, she wags her tail slightly and begins to whisper in the silence with her eyes barely open.

“Even if you drink Lady Clay’s blood, you’ll just have to drink it again anyway. It’s ultimately back to square one.”

“……….”

“And Moran is too young. If you extract from her like you do from me, she’ll become anemic.”

Silver Blaze continues to present a rather logical argument, for her.

“Master. I have a lot of stamina, so I’m fine even if you drink large amounts of blood. So, no matter how I think about it, the most suitable person is me…”

– Slurp…

“….Huh?”

But as Adler, who had been watching her quietly, removes his fangs earlier than usual, confusion fills her eyes.

“This is enough for today.”

Adler responds to her in a slightly cold voice.

“…I’m, I’m sorry, Master.”

Her expression immediately darkens, and she hurriedly kneels at his feet and begins to bow her head.

“I, I spoke out of turn without knowing my place. I’m truly sorry…”

“…That’s not it, I’m really just full.”

“From now on, I’ll just be a meat doll that quietly lets you drink blood.”

“………”

“No, I’ll do anything, so please don’t abandon me…”

As she speaks with a tearful voice, Adler stares at Blaze for a while and then quietly smiles.

“…Can you really do anything?”

“Pardon?”

“If I wanted your soul, would you willingly offer it to me?”

As he asks with darkly shining eyes, Silver Blaze answers immediately without a moment’s hesitation.

“Of course.”

“………”

“I’ll go commit suicide in an alley. Or do you need to kill me yourself?”

“…Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

Adler looks down at Silver Blaze with a slightly surprised expression, seeing her not questioning her treatment at all.

“I’m a tool for Master to use, so why should I be afraid of that?”

“…Hmm.”

But when Silver Blaze asks back with a puzzled look, Adler falls silent for a moment.

“Excellent.”

And then, he quietly begins to stroke her head.

“If you continue with that attitude, there will be no problem serving me.”

“Th-Thank you…?”

As he whispers in a gentle voice, Silver Blaze rises from her seat with a bewildered expression, then bows her head with a bright smile.

“…Ah, right.”

And as she turns to leave the room, she speaks with an expression that suggests she just remembered something.

“Recently, there’s been a sweet scent coming from Master’s body.”

“……..?”

“I wonder why? Moran and Lady Clay said they don’t smell anything…”

After muttering that, she tilts her head and leaves the room.

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‘…A sweet smell?’

Even after Silver Blaze left, I continued to look puzzled for a long time, quietly grabbing the clothes I was wearing and starting to smell them.

“…….?”

But there was no particularly sweet smell.

Besides, since becoming a vampire, my sense of smell has become more sensitive, so I wouldn’t have missed it.

Then, what could be the identity of the smell she was talking about?

“Microny.”

After thinking for a long time without finding an answer, I finally called her in a low voice.

“…Yes, Master.”

Microny Holmes, who had been hiding under the desk since dawn, holding her breath while sucking on my lower body.

“Do you know anything about the ‘smell’ Silver Blaze just mentioned?”

“…About the smell.”

It didn’t take long to completely subdue her, who initially refused to eat food or drink water in resistance, to the point where she voluntarily wears a maid outfit and serves.

Well, if anyone were to receive stimulation they had never felt in their life for 24 hours over the course of a week, even I would easily submit.

Of course, even taking that into account, I’m still a bit dumbfounded at how well the training went.

To think that the formidable-looking Microny Holmes would be kneeling quietly under the desk, sucking on my lower body for hours.

Perhaps I had an incredible talent for training dormant within me.

“When a werebeast smells a sweet scent from someone they’re attracted to, it’s usually a precursor to their heat cycle.”

Anyway, one definite improvement from subduing her is:

“For reference, when they enter their heat cycle, their personality might flip or their strength might increase several times, so be careful.”

“I see.”

That is, I no longer have to struggle for information.

“Well done.”

– Rustle, rustle…

Just by stroking her cheeks or belly, I’ve gained unlimited access to an encyclopedia that analyzes and organizes information spread throughout England.

[You’ll forget this and end up getting eaten anyway.]

“…So, when will the information I requested be available?”

Of course, the reason I put effort into training her wasn’t just to gain knowledge about werebeast heat cycles, but to get perfect advice on how to overcome the current deadlocked situation.

“I was just about to report on that.”

Ignoring the system’s grumbling message, I urged her to answer, and Microny Holmes began to whisper in a low voice while pressing her cheek against my leg.

[Did I say something wrong?]

“What you need right now is only one thing.”

Somehow it seemed like she was looking at the system beside me rather than at me, but since that would be impossible even for her, I decided not to worry about it.

“To face your true identity and the hidden truth of the world.”

“……..”

“The answers you’ll gain by facing those will guide you to the solution.”

“Then where do I face that truth?”

As I quietly listened to her words with such thoughts, Microny Holmes quietly brightened her eyes and handed me a note.

“…You should go to this address.”

“This is…”

The address written on that note was quite familiar to me.

“It seems you already know it.”

“……..”

“…Fufu.”

To be precise, as a fan of the ‘Sherlock Holmes series.’

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A few days later.

“”……….””

A short letter consisting of a single sentence arrived at the old boarding house at 221B Baker Street, where Sharlotte Holmes and Watson were staying, and at the London Metropolitan Police Department where Zia Lestrade works.

[It’s a new puzzle.]

– At Baskerville Manor, Issac Adler.

The brief postscript written at the bottom of the letter led the three women to a case more bizarre than anything they had encountered before.