Ch.211Chapter 211 – Afterglow

As the heated daytime activity between Adler and Lestrade, which had begun for quite ridiculous and random reasons, was just ending.

“Hnnnngh…”

Somewhere in America, where darkness was beginning to fall, unlike England where morning had arrived.

*Shudder…*

Lovecraft, who had been holed up in her room spending time alone until nightfall, groans for what must be the umpteenth time and slams her head on the desk.

“…Haah.”

And after some time had passed.

“Y-you… lewd Oriental bastard…”

Slowly raising her head, she wipes the drool flowing from her mouth with her sleeve and begins to stare at the densely written text in the notebook that had just finished updating.

“Just how many… hours… have they been going at it…”

She begins to mutter with a flushed face, as if scandalized.

“Is he some kind of monkey? A beast? And to do such messy things outdoors for hours…”

In truth, she had no right to say such things, having spent those hours voyeuristically enjoying her alone time.

“…Sex-crazed monster. Die. Kill yourself.”

But being someone who lacked conscience to begin with, she finishes speaking without any shame, then raises her sticky hand from her lower body to adjust the glasses she had taken off earlier.

“Ah, come to think of it…”

After putting her glasses back on and returning to her original gloomy expression, she stands up with a look that suggests something just occurred to her.

“…The newspaper should have been delivered by now.”

And with that, she opens her room door for the first time in days, leading her slightly trembling legs.

“Oh.”

After glancing around briefly, she quickly snatches the newspaper that had been placed right in front of her room and hurriedly goes back inside.

“……..”

And then a moment of silence begins to flow.

[Breaking News! Famous child actor Issac Adler announces marriage. His partner is the youngest inspector of the London Metropolitan Police…]

“Well… let’s see what this person actually looks like.”

In that silence, Lovecraft swallows dryly and begins to unfold the British newspaper she had ordered a few days ago.

“His actual appearance must be terrible… He must be using some kind of hypnotic magic to forcibly charm people… That’s why the inspector who can nullify abilities hated him so much… Yes, yes.”

As she speaks, she begins to let her imagination run wild.

“This vile con artist, pervert, Oriental who pounced on a woman immune to his magic, using London as hostage…”

However, Lovecraft’s gloomy muttering didn’t last long.

“…..Huh?”

Because as soon as she opened the newspaper, she saw the front-page photo of Issac Adler and Zia Lestrade.

“Huh? Huuuh?”

After staring blankly for a moment at the blond boy in the photo who was making a bewildered expression toward the reporters, Lovecraft opens her mouth with a genuinely surprised expression.

“This is… supposed to be half-Oriental?”

Her eyes were trembling intensely.

“He’s fucking gorgeous…..”

Having unconsciously muttered this, she hastily covers her mouth.

“………”

But before long, as she lowers her gaze again, her face begins to melt like a girl falling in first love.

“F-for someone with half Oriental blood flowing through him, he’s quite decent…”

*Slide…*

“I-it must be because the superior Western genes are expressing themselves… Probably…”

Then, suddenly raising her head, she glances at the mirror hanging in front of her.

“…I-I’m at least this good-looking too.”

She begins to timidly mutter while examining her pale face that hasn’t seen sunlight.

“My impression might be a bit dark… but even I can see I’m quite cute…”

*Flip, flip…*

“It’s just that I don’t have friends… If I actually went outside… I’d attract plenty of men…”

Then she lowers her head again with a slightly dejected expression.

“…The problem is I’m afraid to go out.”

Her gaze then returns to Adler’s photo.

“Hmm…”

After making a contemplative expression for a moment, she quietly picks up the notebook placed beside her.

“Hey…”

She whispers to the notebook in a small voice, as if speaking into someone’s ear.

“C-could you draw an illustration based on this photo for the text that was updated last night?”

*Swoosh…!*

Before she even finishes speaking, her quill pen rises into the air as if dancing.

*Scratch, scratch…*

Soon after, explicit illustrations with photo-like quality begin to appear next to the text she had been feasting on for hours.

“Y-you already knew, right? That I can see you…”

Silently watching this, biting her lip, Lovecraft lowers her hand and speaks with a reddened face.

“S-so… if you did such things regardless… it means you wanted to show me, right?”

*Slide…*

“Remote sexual harassment… no, it’s practically remote rape? You’ve already molested me… this is…”

And simultaneously, she quietly lowers her head and begins to twist her legs.

“Nngh… mmmh…”

*Creak…*

“Y-you lewd bastard… I’ll kill… I’ll kill you…”

In the midst of yet another session of alone time, Lovecraft mutters with a heated voice.

“…I’ll take action myself, now.”

*Shudder…*

“You’re deeeead…♥︎”

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“Hmm.”

Meanwhile, at that time in London.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah, well.”

Adler, who had just emerged from the back alley into the park with his fingers interlocked with Lestrade’s, mutters with an inexplicably uncomfortable expression.

“For some reason, I feel an unpleasant sensation as if gloomy energy is clinging to my body…”

“…….?”

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

He then changes the subject, smacking his lips.

“You were in such a hurry earlier saying you were late?”

“…Since I’m already late, I want to walk with you for a while.”

“With our fingers interlocked?”

To that question, the inspector answers with a slightly incredulous smile.

“Just minutes ago, we were interlocked with our entire bodies, so what does it matter?”

“…You weren’t this bold before.”

“You changed me, I suppose.”

Saying that with a sigh, she suddenly stops walking.

“Oh right, I forgot to give you something.”

“What?”

“…Take this.”

As a bouquet of flowers emerges from her possession, Adler speaks with a puzzled expression.

“What is this?”

“…A gift.”

“Um… suddenly?”

Then, quietly blushing and avoiding his gaze, she answers.

“…Because I like you.”

After whispering that, she carefully kisses Adler’s cheek and quickly starts running forward.

“Uh…”

Adler stands there momentarily dazed, receiving the cold stares of onlookers around him.

“…But no children.”

Trying to calm his suddenly racing heart with closed eyes, he mutters in a low voice.

“Because I’ll soon disappear from this world…”

Adler had already used magic for contraception before having relations with Lestrade.

Since he never knew when or by whom he might be pounced on, he had been maintaining contraceptive magic ever since his experiences with the professor and Sharlotte.

“I’m sorry, Inspector…”

But there was one thing even he had overlooked.

*Rustle…*

Namely, that there was someone who had been hiding in the bushes, secretly watching the act that took place in the alley behind the park from beginning to end.

“Haah…”

That person was none other than.

“…Fuck.”

Zia Lestrade’s younger sister, Gina Lestrade, who, like her sister, insisted on hiding in the bushes.

“I’m so jealous, sis…”

For reference, her ability was to nullify all supernatural abilities around her, except those directed at herself.

“I want to grow up quickly and pretend to be my sister…”

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

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“…I feel something gloomy coming from somewhere again.”

But having no way of knowing this situation, Adler quietly scratches his head and begins to walk.

“By the way, I feel like I’ve forgotten something…”

*Slide…*

“……?”

As he notices a presence beside him, he turns his head.

*Thud…?*

“…Kuhak!?”

And the next moment.

“Cough, cough… ugh…”

Clutching his stomach, Adler collapses to the ground with a pale face, gasping for breath.

“…You say you forgot something, how unfortunate.”

“…!”

His expression immediately freezes upon hearing the familiar voice.

“And how unfortunate that this ‘something’ happens to be me, who was supposed to go on a date with you in exchange for gladly granting your request.”

“P-Professor…”

Meanwhile, Professor Moriarty, who had just punched him in the stomach with all her might, crouches beside him and mutters in a cold voice.

“But… Adler.”

*Slide…*

“What is this?”

She grabs Adler’s chin and lifts it up, beginning to whisper with murderous intent directed at him for the first time in a long while.

“Why has the color of both your eyes become slightly lighter?”

“……..”

“…As if someone’s white color from the London Metropolitan Police has mixed in.”

Adler silently begins to sweat at those words.

“…If you don’t answer within 5 seconds, I’ll destroy your liver.”

“P-please spare me…”

“4, 3, 2…..”