Ch.275Side Story – The Adventures of Isaac Adler (9)

In a quiet Swiss village, morning dawns with the chirping of birds.

“Haah…”

Moran lies in bed, drenched in sweat with a satisfied expression, then glances to the side with a smirk.

“Are you asleep?”

“……”

“I know you’re awake.”

As she says this while poking Adler’s side, she tilts her head and mutters.

“I guess he really is asleep…”

But when there’s still no response from Adler, she finally lets her guard down slightly, sighs, and gets up.

“……”

Eventually, she stands naked in front of a full-length mirror and her eyes suddenly gleam quietly.

– Crackle…

Simultaneously, blue sparks fly from Moran’s body, followed by an astonishing sight.

“…Wow.”

But before Moran could properly take in the sight, a familiar voice suddenly pierced her ears from behind.

“Moran, you’ve really grown.”

“W-what?”

“But I didn’t expect you to be hiding your power.”

Issac Adler, who should have been unconscious from the consecutive sessions, was sitting up perfectly fine and smiling.

“…!?”

Surprisingly, he was addressing Moran, who now appeared as a mature adult rather than the childlike form she had been showing until now.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“W-what are you…”

“You were using magic to make your grown body appear younger to hide your true power? Waiting for an opportunity to take me away from Sharlotte Holmes and the professor.”

Hearing Adler’s words, cold sweat began to run down Moran’s forehead.

His manner of speaking was, for some unknown reason, that of the Adler from years ago—when his intelligence was still intact.

And this shouldn’t have happened. She and the rest of the extraction alliance had spent years carefully turning him into a living biological dildo, unsure of what schemes he might devise.

In fact, before such measures were taken, there had been numerous instances where Adler had nearly escaped the secret mansion, which led everyone to reluctantly make this decision with tears(?) in their eyes.

In other words, the current situation was clearly abnormal.

“Why are you sweating so much? Moran.”

“……”

“Anyway, you must be cold. Why don’t you put some clothes on first?”

The ideal Adler created by the extraction alliance shouldn’t be able to have normal conversations while wearing such an unpleasant smile.

But the man sitting on the bed with a smiling eyes was unmistakably the demon who had once turned London upside down.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Haha.”

“No, that’s impossible. I’ve already removed all the alcohol… There’s only aphrodisiacs…”

And then Moran realizes the reason for the change.

“Wait, aphrodisiacs?”

“Haha.”

“Could it be because of that…?”

The drug that Joanne Clay had injected into her before she pounced on him contained more than just sensitivity enhancers.

The hallucinogenic component extracted from magic stones, the raw material for aphrodisiacs. It was clear that Adler had regained his senses due to this component, which Sharlotte Holmes often inhaled instead of medicine, claiming no harmful effects had been discovered.

“Everyone should be careful. Issac Adler’s true identity is a pure-blooded Demon. That means he can exhibit his prime intelligence and strength when he drinks alcohol. After all, alcohol is a beverage created by demons.”

Suddenly, Professor Moriarty’s warning from when they first sealed Adler in the secret mansion flashed through Moran’s mind.

“However, I wouldn’t recommend injecting hallucinogens or stimulants to enhance pleasure during the act. They might have effects similar to alcohol.”

Of course, everyone followed this warning at first, but it eventually became neglected.

Adler, who had been sealed in the secret mansion, was regularly managed by Professor Moriarty to keep him in a foolish state.

But the current Adler had long escaped from the mansion. If he had received aphrodisiacs with hallucinogenic effects in this situation…

‘…No, something seems off about that theory.’

But as Moran was organizing her thoughts, she sensed something strange and shook her head.

‘This isn’t the intimidating presence he shows when drunk… This is just the old Issac Adler.’

There was quite a difference between the Emperor Adler who appeared when he drank alcohol and the Adler currently before her eyes.

If it were Emperor Adler, whom even Professor Moriarty found difficult to handle, everyone here would probably be raising their hands in surrender and receiving punishment by now.

However, the Adler before her eyes didn’t exude that level of intimidation.

“I can hear your brain working from here, Moran.”

“…Eek.”

“So, what will you do now?”

After wearing a confused expression for a while, unable to predict the situation, Moran finally had to force herself to a conclusion.

‘…I’ll just pounce on him again and subdue him.’

Of course, it was a conclusion befitting Moran, who was more physical than cerebral.

“Hahaha…”

That was exactly what Adler had anticipated.

*****

‘After all that, you still want more?’

Judging by Moran’s expression, she seems quite curious about why my mind has cleared.

And whatever she might be thinking, the reason I regained my senses was quite simple.

[If I do this, you’ll talk to me again, right? Promise?]

It was because I removed all the debuffs on my body in agreement with the system window lady.

Perhaps the reason Professor Moriarty and Sharlotte kept me in a dazed state until now was because they were wary of this status window.

I don’t remember clearly, but it seems I underwent various interrogations after my true name was discovered.

The possibility that those two know about the system window is quite high.

But fortunately, for some reason, the system window lady seems quite eager for me to return to Auguste Detective Academy.

Thanks to that negotiation, I narrowly avoided being transported back to the secret mansion in London.

– Crackle, crackle…

Of course, there are still problems to overcome.

“You should have just continued being obediently foolish,”

“……”

“Then I would have taken good care of you.”

Namely, escaping from Moran, who has the grand goal of monopolizing me.

“…I don’t need that.”

Of course, since regaining my senses, I’ve already prepared for this as well.

“…Huh?”

As I lightly flick my finger, Moran, who was approaching me with terrifying killing intent, suddenly staggers and collapses to the floor.

“You seem to have missed something while being so enthusiastic.”

“…Ah.”

“I see you’ve finally noticed.”

A golden mark has appeared on her lower abdomen.

“Do you know why Professor Moriarty left you alone all this time?”

“W-what?”

“You were almost the only woman in London who hadn’t had relations with me. So there was no possibility of you being controlled by that mark.”

Actually, although I say this, I only recently realized that the mark is something like a slave’s seal imprinted by contract magic.

“You didn’t think that mark appearing on the stomachs of people who had relations with me was just some perverted hobby of mine, did you?”

“……”

“I couldn’t use it before because my mana wasn’t gathered, but fortunately, I’ve accumulated enough power now.”

Now that I’ve realized this, the people in this mansion can no longer use force against me.

“Ugh, uuugh…”

“W-we’ve been tricked…”

Just look at Joanne Clay and Silver Blaze trembling with paralysis while clutching their stomachs in the next room.

“Poppy. I know you’re watching, so come out.”

“…Hic.”

“How many times are you going to betray me?”

Having so easily regained control, I turned my gaze toward the presence I had been feeling from my shadow and whispered coldly.

“Heh heh…”

The ungrateful Hound of the Baskervilles hurriedly emerged and began licking my hand.

“Well, see you later.”

Although I was quite displeased, she was still a significant asset, so I couldn’t abandon her.

“By the way, Moran, I’m never doing it with you again.”

“…Ah.”

“Consider it your karma…”

After roughly gathering Poppy, I opened the mansion’s front door and bid farewell to Moran.

Looking at her gaping mouth, I felt quite good, as if being compensated for all the humiliation I had suffered all day…

“……”

With such thoughts, I opened the front door, briefly observed the scene before me, and then hurriedly closed it.

“…Moran.”

Turning back to Moran, I began to comfort her, who had tears in her eyes, while breaking out in a cold sweat.

“You know I was joking, right? You know I care about you?”

“…?”

“You’re not a little kid anymore, so shall we plan for our second generation?”

If what I saw upon opening the front door was Microny Holmes smiling with narrowed eyes, anyone would have done the same.