Ch.217Chapter 217 – The Deal
by fnovelpia
A few hours after London’s largest treasure hunt had successfully concluded.
“…Aaahm.”
Rachel Watson, the winner of the competition, stretched her stiff yet somehow refreshed body as she got up from the cold floor where she had been sprawled out.
“What the…”
But barely a few seconds later, she froze in that position with a blank expression.
“Where am I…?”
This was because what came into view wasn’t the familiar ceiling of 221B Baker Street, but an ornate and luxurious ceiling she had never seen before.
“What did I do yesterday…?”
Momentarily confused, she began trying to recall what had happened the day before.
“First, I went to the racetrack since it was a holiday… I had bad luck that day and lost all my bets… So I went to a bar with my remaining money out of frustration… And then… hmm…”
But perhaps because she had exceeded her drinking capacity in the sorrow of defeat, Watson’s memories were as unclear as if filled with static.
“I think I watched some kind of… unusual horse race or something…”
With an uneasy expression, she muttered to herself as she tried to get up.
– Slosh…♥︎
“…Huh?”
Suddenly feeling a fullness and heat in her lower abdomen, her legs gave out and she sat back down.
“What did I eat yesterday…?”
“What did you eat…”
“…Huh?”
Just then, an unidentified sniffling sound began coming from beside her.
“……..!”
Watson turned her head casually toward the sound, and her half-closed pupils dilated widely in a matter of seconds.
“You… ate me…”
Issac Adler, whom she had sworn to kill with her own hands after that day, was trembling on the table next to her, covering his eyes with his arms.
“Please… I know I was wrong…”
He was completely naked, tied up with silver rope, breathing heavily.
“Please stop… now…”
“……..”
“No, come to think of it, you didn’t listen even when I screamed until my voice was hoarse… so it doesn’t matter…”
Watson stared blankly at the bite marks and nail marks scattered across his shoulders, and only then did she realize.
“…Then please be a little gentler.”
“Ah…”
That she too, like Adler, was naked with only a white doctor’s coat draped over her.
“Ah, or… please… I’m begging you…”
“………”
“Please at least use a condom…..”
And now she understood why her lower abdomen felt so full, and why her body felt stiff yet refreshed.
“…Fuck.”
“I’m, I’m sorry. I’ll just shut up…”
“……..”
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“Excuse me.”
“Y-yes!”
Rachel Watson, who had been sitting blankly at the table in a semi-nude state for quite some time, turned a cold gaze toward Adler, who was sitting beside her sweating nervously.
“Got a light?”
“What?”
“…I asked if you have a light.”
“Ah, yes.”
After tilting her head briefly at his words, Watson took out a cigarette from her doctor’s coat and flicked it with a cold gaze, prompting Adler to hurriedly light it with magic.
“Haaah……”
“………”
“…I quit smoking after being discharged, damn it.”
After taking a deep drag, Watson began cursing.
“My smoke-free record, which even my drug-addicted roommate couldn’t break… broken by some playboy in London…”
“Um… you’re the one who pounced on me, so why are you the one getting angry…”
“…Shut up, please.”
Immediately shutting down Adler’s timid comment, she reached forward.
– Glug, glug, glug…
“……?”
She grabbed the whiskey bottle on the table and began pouring it into a glass without hesitation.
“What are you doing?”
“…Hair of the dog.”
“What?”
After downing it in one go, Watson shuddered and lowered her head.
“Whew…”
“You’re curing a hangover with more alcohol…?”
“I said shut up…”
She was about to raise her voice and bare her teeth at Adler’s increasingly timid voice, but.
– Drip…
“Ugh.”
Just at that moment, the cause of her abdominal fullness leaked slightly, causing her to blush and cross her legs as she lowered her head again.
“Um, excuse me.”
“…….?”
“There’s something you need to check…”
Adler, who had been fidgeting and watching Watson’s reaction, held something out to her.
“…Ha.”
After examining it with dark eyes, Watson raised her head with an expression of disbelief.
“What is this?”
“It’s… a contract… that you signed yourself.”
“…You’re saying I signed this insane contract?”
In response to her indignant question, Adler nodded with a bright expression.
“Professor Moriarty, Holmes… and Inspector Lestrade too?”
“Yes.”
“Out of four people including me… you’ll choose one as your wife?”
“That’s right.”
“You really are out of your mind?”
Glaring at him, Watson threw the contract in Adler’s face and shouted.
“Do you think I’d participate in something like this? You’re seriously misunderstanding, I…”
But she suddenly trailed off.
“I…….”
As she looked at Adler and stumbled over her words, she finally couldn’t finish her sentence and quietly turned her gaze away.
“…Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Do you remember what you said to me when we first met?”
After maintaining silence for a moment, Watson suddenly asked such a question.
“Um…”
“…So you don’t remember after all?”
But when Adler couldn’t answer while watching her reaction, her expression grew cold.
“Forget it. I don’t know what I was expecting…”
Finally, she stood up with an expression of obvious disappointment.
“Let’s pretend today never happened and take it to our graves. That would be best for both of us…”
“…Your eyes are beautiful?”
“…….!”
But as she was about to leave the room, she stopped in her tracks and opened her eyes wide at Adler’s uncertain comment.
“You… remembered?”
“Uh… no, that’s not it…”
Meanwhile, Adler was more surprised by her reaction.
“…I just thought your eyes looked pretty all of a sudden.”
As he muttered with a blank expression, Watson’s eyebrow twitched slightly.
“Hey, what was the reason?”
Finally, standing still, she asked another question.
“Why did a playboy like you, who seduces all other women with your handsome appearance, breaks them in a few days, and then throws them away…”
“Th-that’s a bit harsh.”
“…Why did you meet me with that relatively normal appearance? And without even making any significant physical contact for months?”
She asked Adler the question she had been curious about but never had the courage to ask.
“And why did you leave my side overnight? I really don’t understand. None of it makes any sense…”
“That’s…”
“…What was your purpose in approaching me?”
And then a moment of silence began to flow.
“Do you want to know?”
“…Yes.”
“Then I have one condition.”
Adler, who had opened his mouth in a low voice amid the silence, quietly made a proposal with shining eyes.
“I need to go abroad for a while. Would you come with me as my personal physician?”
“Personal physician…?”
“I need to somehow… *cough*.”
Suddenly stopping mid-sentence, Adler began coughing.
“Survive for three months… you see.”
“…….!”
When he raised his head again a moment later, there was a streak of blood flowing from his mouth.
“…If you help me this time, I’ll tell you the reason in three months. What do you say?”
But Adler wiped it away with his arm as if it were nothing and finished speaking with a slightly trembling voice, while Watson stared at him for a while.
“Where exactly are you going? I’m a busy person. I can’t go too far.”
At her question, Adler briefly checked the list of remaining quests.
[Remaining Missions]
[1. Get Watson to confess to me again.]
[2. Maximize the murderous intent between Charlotte Holmes and Professor Moriarty]
[3. Maximize the danger level of the organization…]
He quietly turned his head toward Watson and began to answer.
“It’s not that far. It’s in the United States.”
“The United States is extremely far!”
“It’s okay. I’ll cover all the expenses.”
“Haah…”
At his brazen words, Watson sighed, feeling a throbbing headache coming on.
“So where is it?”
“Ah, before that, I have one more request.”
He began to whisper to her in an even smaller voice.
“Please kidnap me.”
“…What?”
His eyes were taking in the terrifying scene outside the window.
“If not now, I think I’ll be taken in turns for three months…”
“……..”
“…Please save me.”
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Meanwhile, at that time. Outside Professor Moriarty’s house.
“Move aside!! You bitches!!!”
“Unacceptable!!! Who gave you the right to decide Adler’s ownership among yourselves!!!”
“Monopolizing public goods is illegal!!! This is no different from blocking water supply!!! It’s basic common sense!!!”
In the yard, the silver medalists from the treasure hunt, along with half of London’s women—no, even more—were rioting with crazed eyes.
“…I dislike crowds.”
“Yes, it shows.”
“…Is London really going to be okay like this?”
Meanwhile, Professor Moriarty, Charlotte Holmes, and Zia Lestrade were blocking these people head-on.
“Excuse me~”
They all turned their heads at the sudden voice from behind.
“Just letting me through.”
“”………?””
In their line of sight was Rachel Watson, who was leaving the mansion carrying a slightly large briefcase.
“I’m completely uninvolved in this case to begin with…? I just got caught up in it because I was drunk, and I personally really dislike Adler. There are many people here who know I’ve disliked him from way back, right?”
– Step, step…
“So I’ll quietly bow out now. Well then, goodbye…”
She tried to convey her opinion to everyone with the calmest expression possible and naturally moved through the gap in the crowd, but.
“…Watson.”
Charlotte, who suddenly grabbed the arm of Watson as she was smoothly passing by, asked her a question in a low voice with a dark smile.
“I’m curious, what’s in that briefcase…..?”
– Clunk, clunk…
In the silence that settled around them, the sound of the briefcase rattling quietly began to echo.
“…You don’t need to know.”
“Would you look at this bitch…?”
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