Ch.62Chapter 62 – Trap and Snare

“Phew.”

“Ahhhh…”

Issac Adler, who had forcibly laid Microny’s fragile body on the floor and sunk his sharp fangs into her neck, carefully pulls his head back.

“Miss Microny.”

“………”

“What are you doing right now?”

Adler looks at her carefully while wiping the blood from his mouth.

“…I’m taming a cute Vampire, but I got careless and was completely subdued.”

Microny, who had been firmly embracing Adler with her legs until then, answers in a shy voice while avoiding his gaze.

“You call that an answer?”

“And despite struggling hard, I’m about to become your servant due to the power of domination you’ve been hiding all this time.”

“………”

“What a tragedy that happened in the blink of an eye…”

Issac Adler looks down at her with an incredulous expression.

– Master. The bodyguards show no signs of leaving the dining room.

– Are they abandoning their master? They must be out of their minds.

– I’m sure the mistress has cast another spell!

Different voices of his minions reach his ears.

“…What are you doing?”

As Adler remains blankly lying on top of her, Microny watches his expression and slightly changes her voice to a cooler tone.

“I might throw you off at this rate.”

– Squeeze…

Contrary to her words, Microny’s legs wrapped around Adler’s waist were tightening their grip.

“Well then…”

Though cold sweat was starting to run down his forehead, Adler slowly lowered his head again, knowing it was too late to back out now.

– Squish…

But was Microny’s leg strength too much?

“Oh my.”

Adler’s head, which was pressed much closer to her than before, couldn’t reach her neck as it was blocked by Microny’s voluptuous chest.

“I guess there’s no choice.”

“……..”

“You’ll have to feed from there instead of my neck.”

Microny mutters while watching him with narrowed eyes.

“Dying from excessive blood loss while being bitten on the neck again would be ecstatic too, but that’s not your purpose…”

“Excuse me.”

“To facilitate a direct confrontation between your sister and the professor, you’re recruiting me first as the most threatening third party. That’s your goal…”

She turns her head to the side, speaking like a tragic heroine with a pitiful expression.

“Ah, if only I had noticed sooner…”

And then silence fell.

– Sigh…

“…Mmm.”

As Adler sighs and bites into her flesh, Microny Holmes twists her body and moans.

“”……….””

How much time passed like that?

– Rustle…

A red bat-shaped seal, different from other women’s, begins to appear on Microny’s lower abdomen.

“Wow.”

Microny, who had been biting her lip until it bled, mutters in a low voice as she watches the scene.

“It finally appeared.”

“……..”

“Now my life is over.”

Of course, her expression, steeped in pleasure, didn’t look at all like a woman whose life was over.

“Just hours ago, all of England was in the palm of my hand, but now I’m merely a boy’s possession…”

“…Haah.”

“I’m so sad I could cry.”

Looking down at her with a sigh, Adler quietly speaks.

“You may react like that now, but you’ll definitely regret it.”

“Is that so?”

“I’ll return all the humiliation I’ve suffered, every bit of it.”

“…Eek?”

As he gently strokes Microny’s lower abdomen, she begins to convulse from the chilling sensation spreading throughout her body.

“What is this?”

After trembling for quite some time, she asks in a low voice.

“…You’ll find out gradually.”

Adler answers in a low voice, poking her lower abdomen with his finger.

“Now, release your legs.”

“…Ugh.”

Microny’s legs loosen with a slither.

“Prepare yourself.”

Adler, who had been rubbing his aching waist, mutters while caressing the chin of Microny who was lying powerlessly on the floor.

“…I’ll clean under my hideout desk thoroughly.”

With those words, Adler begins walking toward the front door.

“…Whew.”

As the vibration in Microny’s lower abdomen subsides, she exhales a heated breath and speaks with a gentle smile.

“When you go to your sister’s house, you should be extremely careful not to run into Miss Lestrade.”

“………”

“She’s been looking for you and has already destroyed five gangs in the back alleys in the past few days.”

Adler flinches slightly at those words, then mutters quietly as he walks outside.

“…Sometimes I resent my curse.”

As the front door closes, a quiet stillness begins to fill the room.

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“…Lady Microny.”

“Mmm.”

Microny Holmes, who had been lying blankly on the floor even after several minutes had passed.

“What on earth is this state you’re in?”

Her gaze turns to the head of security who quietly entered the room through the front door.

“I was taken advantage of by a bad Vampire who seriously misunderstands the curse placed on him.”

“I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?”

“Why would you deliberately let him do such a thing…”

The security chief trails off quietly.

“Perhaps it’s because I haven’t felt anything for over 20 years.”

“………”

“My threshold for stimulation has become too high.”

Microny Holmes, whose eyes had become listless, mutters in a dazed voice.

“Simply having my neck bitten is no longer enough.”

“Are you serious?”

“The weekends when I’m fed upon by Adler are so vivid that my brain tingles, but the listlessness I feel during the other five days has also doubled.”

The security chief stands quietly, unable to respond to her words.

“If only I had never known, but once I did, I absolutely cannot quit.”

“Sigh…”

“But actively pursuing Issac Adler for myself would be insanely troublesome.”

She extends her hand to help Microny Holmes, who was still sprawled out, to get up.

“But what if he dominates me himself?”

“Stop muttering and sit properly.”

“I can enjoy more varied stimulation without needing to possess him.”

She seats Microny, who was sliding down like a cat, on the sofa.

“You drove all the distinguished guests out of the mansion and staged all this just for such a reason?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. The people who visited today weren’t distinguished guests but professional actors I hired.”

“What?”

As she slumps listlessly on the sofa, she begins to speak with a slightly amused expression.

“That’s why I put Issac Adler under the desk and covered him with clothes. Since we’re in the same line of work, there was a high chance they would recognize him by sight.”

“…Isn’t that something you always do anyway?”

“Let’s just say it is.”

Brushing off the question with an annoyed tone, she strokes her lower abdomen with a satisfied expression.

“I’ve obtained this cute mark that gives me a sensation different from pain, so it’s all good.”

“Are you planning to let all of England fall into Issac Adler’s hands just to get one bizarre mark?”

At the security chief’s sharp remark as she frowned at the sight, Microny Holmes’s lips quietly curl upward.

“Of course not.”

“Pardon?”

“Despite appearances, I’m quite patriotic.”

The next moment, her lower abdomen begins to glow quietly.

– Rustle…

“……..!”

As Microny Holmes rubs her stomach again, the distinct bat-shaped mark disappears as if being erased.

“What did you just do?”

“I just imitated what Adler was doing.”

The security chief asks with a dumbfounded expression at the scene that completely defied the existing magical system.

“From my careful observation, he doesn’t use magic but manipulates the language system that constitutes magic itself.”

“What do you mean…”

“I got interested and did a bit of research, and found a way to easily neutralize most persistent spells.”

But an explanation too difficult for the physical-type security chief to understand follows.

“If it were a contract magic he designed himself, I might have had some trouble. But this is simply a Vampire’s seal.”

– Zing…

“That’s right.”

Ignoring the security chief, she begins to repeatedly make the seal appear and disappear on her lower abdomen while muttering to herself.

“I’ll keep it deactivated normally and only activate it when meeting Adler.”

“Then…”

“It’s what you’d call pleasure without responsibility.”

She closes her eyes with a satisfied expression, patting her stomach.

“Keep this a secret from Adler.”

“………”

“Just imagining him mounting me with a smug expression, believing in the seal alone as he tries to train me, makes me feel like I could die from excitement.”

The security chief quietly nods at her dreamy voice and leaves the place.

‘…Is London really going to be okay like this?’

A rather fundamental question arose in her mind as she trudged toward where her subordinates were waiting.

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That evening, in front of 212B Baker Street.

“…I’m a bit late.”

Issac Adler, wearing a hat pulled low that he had obtained from a tailor shop, looks around and quietly adjusts his clothes as he walks.

– Knock knock knock…

After taking a deep breath, Adler begins to knock on the boarding house door.

“Are you here to see Holmes?”

“Ah, yes.”

Adler, who had been wondering how to react if Watson appeared, nods with a sigh of relief at the appearance of the kindly smiling Mrs. Hudson.

“Go up to the second floor.”

“Thank you.”

“…She’s been waiting for someone all this time, probably you.”

As he passes by her and starts climbing the stairs, Adler pauses slightly at those words.

“Do you know why?”

“…Well, I’m not sure.”

At his question, Mrs. Hudson makes a pretend expression of not knowing and answers.

“When she came into the boarding house this morning, she was carrying a large bouquet and a small box.”

“………”

“I wonder if it’s related to a case?”

At those meaningful words, Adler quietly bites his lip and starts walking again.

– Knock knock knock…

After hesitating briefly, he begins to knock on the room door.

“Miss Holmes.”

“……..”

“It’s me, Issac Adler.”

But for some reason, there was no answer.

“Miss Holmes?”

Tilting his head in confusion, Adler knocks on the door again and then tries turning the doorknob.

– Creeak…

The door slowly opens.

“I’m coming in…”

After checking cautiously, Adler steps inside and takes one step forward.

“Huh?”

An unexpected scene unfolds before his eyes.

“………”

“Sharlotte…?”

Sharlotte Holmes was collapsed right in front of Adler.

“She’s not a child, why play such a prank…”

After quietly taking in the scene for a moment, Adler smiles slightly and lowers his head.

“……..”

But before long, his face begins to harden.

‘…That ivory box.’

Next to the bouquet that was preciously held in her arms as she lay face down on the floor, there was a familiar box sitting alone.

‘It’s from the Dying Detective episode, that…’

After confirming the sharp spring protruding from the open box, Adler checks Sharlotte’s hand with a disbelieving expression.

‘No, it must be an act. Surely she wasn’t actually pricked…’

There was a clear needle prick wound on her finger.

“………”

Adler’s eyes, with a pale face as he held Sharlotte in his arms, began to tremble more intensely than ever before.

“This can’t be.”

“…Heh.”

At that moment, he failed to notice the very slight twitch of Sharlotte’s lips and the flush that had appeared on her cheeks.