༺ Push and Pull ༻
Charlotte approached Isaac Adler after revealing her true self and whispered to him in a soft voice.
“I won’t eat you, Mr. Adler.”
“… Really?”
Adler then took a step back with a slightly frightened smile on his face, but his expression changed upon hearing her subsequent words.
“Even if I were to eat you, would you have anywhere to run from my grasp?”
“… No.”
Hearing Charlotte’s meaningful words, he then sat down on the chair next to him with a resigned expression on his face.
“Please be gentle this time.”
“I told you, I won’t eat you.”
“After you pounced on me in the basement, I lost all my trust in Ms. Holmes.”
Adler then glanced at her and muttered with a sigh.
“… Beast.”
Charlotte, who was at a loss for words just kept silently staring at him.
“Well, how on earth did you see through my disguise anyway?”
Then Adler chuckled as if it were a joke, scratched his head, and threw out that question.
“It was quite a perfect disguise, you know.”
In reality, Adler was actively analyzing whether or not Charlotte would pounce on him right now.
“I filled the inside with my own stuff, so it would be weird for me to not know.”
“… The phrasing… is a bit weird, no?”
“Now, no matter where you hide, you can’t escape from my clutches.”
Charlotte continued on with her statements that made Adler feel uncomfortably anxious.
“…Since when have you been following me?”
“Don’t misunderstand. You showed up where I was.”
Hearing those words, Adler momentarily narrowed his eyes.
“Why were you in this dangerous place?”
“I was investigating a case.”
“It’s about your partner, Watson, isn’t it?”
Charlotte then let out a tired sigh and began to explain her circumstances.
“It wasn’t directly commissioned to me, but it’s easy for anyone to see. There’s a problem with a man.”
“You mean Ms. Watson?”
“Probably her partner has been missing for about a month? So, as a friend, I was personally investigating this matter.”
Her eyes lit up with a dark shine.
“There’s no better place for someone to disappear overnight in London than here.”
“……….”
“So, will you tell me now, Mr. Adler?”
Then, she suddenly stepped closer to Adler.
“Why are you here?”
Adler, who reflexively hugged himself to protect his chastity from the beast in front of him, replied with a slightly awkward smile.
“Personal matters.”
“What kind of riddle are you creating this time?”
“I said it’s personal matters. It has nothing to do with riddles or mysteries this time.”
At that moment, Charlotte leaned in toward Adler and whispered in a dark and heavy tone.
“So, it’s alright if we stay together?”
“… It’s not.”
“Why?”
Adler, who was looking at her with a troubled expression, finally turned his gaze away as he replied.
“I have someone to meet in private.”
“……….”
And then, the silence began once more.
“Hmph.”
Surprisingly, Charlotte, letting out a snort for the first time in her life, quietly turned her head away after hearing his response.
“… Once you said I was your favorite.”
Then, she muttered in a cold tone.
“So besides your professor, who is your master, you also have someone else to meet?”
“Ms. Holmes, I…”
“Forget it.”
With her lips forming a petulant pout, she glanced at Adler, who was scratching his head, and then stepped out of the room.
“Try doing well without me.”
And then, the door closed behind her.
“…You’ll surely regret this.”
The corners of her mouth quietly rose as she added that last sentence.
Push and pull is important in relationships between men and women, Holmes.
Push and pull?
Right, you’ve only been pulling all this time.
It was a good opportunity to use the advice she had received from Watson a few days ago.
‘Maybe it’s time to push?’
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“When is she going to show up?”
Quite some time had passed since Charlotte Holmes had left the room, but there had been no knock on the door from the doll-maker.
Thanks to that, I, who had been lying on the bed idly, eventually got up from my spot with a quiet yawn.
“… Hmm?”
Just at that moment, I felt something coming under my foot.
“Ah.”
As I carelessly looked down, I couldn’t help but wear a disappointed expression on my face.
‘When did she put that there?’
The cat doll that had been placed under the bed was now knocked over, lying beside my foot.
Looking at that, it seemed that the dollmaker had been here first.
‘… Well, I did pay the down payment in advance.”
While it was a bit strange, this clean approach was actually more to my liking.
And besides, there were other important matters at hand.
｢Hold on.｣
“…?”
Just as I was about to remove the ring from my finger, a voice started to come from somewhere.
｢Stop it.｣
“…Is that you, Princess?”
I asked the question nervously, and immediately, the ring started vibrating intensely.
｢You would put me in such a lowly body? You must be out of your mind.｣
Then, a voice that was even more furious than before began to echo in my head.
It seemed to me that she was capable of telepathic magic as well.
Judging from the fact that she had been hiding this ability until now, it appeared she really didn’t want to become a cat.
｢I’m warning you, return me to my original form immediately. Then I might spare your life…｣
“…It seems our little princess still hasn’t grasped the situation.”
However, that didn’t mean I could afford to not use the expensive doll I had invested in.
With that thought, I quietly curled the corner of my lips and began to remove the ring from my finger. Soon after, I lifted the ring up in front of me.
｢Wait, what are you doing…｣
“Hmph.”
And then, as I tossed the ring into my mouth, her voice got abruptly cut off.
– Swirl, swirl…
｢…..hngh?｣
As I rolled the ring around with my tongue, strange moans began to reverberate inside my head.
｢Stop it. Stop this at once! What on earth is…｣
“…Should I swallow you like this?”
I rolled her around in my mouth for quite a while and when I whispered such words while still holding her in that place, Princess Clay went silent again.
“Even if you’re slowly digested in my stomach, you won’t be able to resist.”
｢You…｣
“Or shall I throw you into the river you see now? I don’t really care either way.”
After taking her out of my mouth, I opened the window facing the river and shook her above. The violent vibrations of the ring began to gradually subside.
Clearly, she had been quite shocked by the first rough treatment in her life.
Or perhaps she finally understood her predicament.
“Princess, consider yourself fortunate.”
Either way, it was good news for me. Leaning against the windowsill I smiled and pushed the now-subdued ring into the mouth of the doll.
– Zing…
Then, the cat doll began to glow and was soon enveloped in a blood-red light.
“…Instead of devouring or discarding you, I’ll raise you by my own hand.”
– Purr…
The moment I finished speaking, the kitten doll I held in my hand began to tremble.
“However, from now on you are neither a noble princess nor a proud vampire.”
“……!”
As she glared at me with hateful eyes, I squeezed and gently pressed her belly, causing the princess to widen her eyes into saucers.
“You’re just a pet cat.”
I softly whispered to her, and for a moment, the princess stopped resisting and looked down at her feline body with a bewildered expression on her feline face.
“Now, say meow.”
“……….”
“If you don’t do it, there won’t be any blood for you.”
As I whispered that threat in a soft tone, she let out a reluctant cat-like mewl; her expression filled with utter shame and hostility.
“…Meow.”
“Good.”
Finally relaxing my expression and extending my hand, she swiped at it with her eyes full of defiance.
“Ow.”
As I tended to the deep scratch on my palm, the once-haughty creature began to lick the blood on my hand with her raspy tongue.
“…You’re a spoiled vampire cat.”
“Meow.”
Being the first day, I simply extended my hand, and the now settled creature looked at me with haughty eyes as she licked up the blood.
“… Huh?”
However, not much time passed before I noticed her pupils gradually relaxing.
“Now, that’s enough.”
“…….!”
Pulling my hand away, she stared at me with a look of deprivation on her face.
“From now on, blood will only be given as a reward.”
There was a specific reason why I had allowed her, in her ring form, to continuously suck my blood.
My blood, now that of a true vampire’s, was practically a drug to her.
She had likely developed a severe dependency on my blood without even realizing it.
“As I said before, if you behave in a manner that’s not befitting of a cat, or if you defy me, you won’t get any blood.”
What would happen if I employed blood as a disciplinary measure in such a situation?
“Of course, in the opposite case, I will give you rewards.”
“…….!”
“You’re intelligent, so you understand, don’t you, Princess?”
The outcome was more than just predictable.
– Sssk…
The princess, who had been gritting her teeth and rolling her eyes, closed her eyes tightly and walked toward my legs.
– Swish, swish…
And then with an expression full of humiliation, she began to nuzzle her cheek against my leg.
“…Meow.”
She looked up at me and let out a fairly convincing cat sound.
“Good.”
I inserted my finger into her mouth and soon enough, I felt a tingling sensation there.
– Swish, swish…
The princess, who had once again become dazed and was sucking on my finger, started to rub her cheek against my leg, her tail swishing back and forth.
‘…This actually works.’
Bringing down a haughty vampire princess turned out to be easier than I had thought.
‘What is this?’
Could it be that I have a talent for this kind of thing?
– Bang, bang, bang!!!
“…Huh?”
It was right at that moment, as I was lost in trivial daydreams and smirking to myself that…
– Open the door.
“What, what’s going on?”
A chilly voice began to emanate from outside the door.
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Meanwhile, at that moment—
“……….”
Charlotte Holmes was hiding among the addicts, with her face still twisted due to her disguise, checking out with her own eyes to see who Isaac Adler’s visitor was. She had been here from the moment he had kicked him out of the room.
“Huh?”
An unbelievable scene unfolded before her eyes.
“…Watson?”
Someone she hadn’t expected to see here, her only friend— Rachel Watson, was knocking on Isaac Adler’s door.
“Excuse me.”
As the door finally opened, Watson stepped right in.
– Creak… Squeak…
A moment later, the sound of creaking began to emanate from inside the room.
‘…She told me to push.’
Charlotte, who had been standing there with a dumbfounded expression, felt her heart begin to die just a bit more.
EP Note: Hello guys, Paradox here. So, it has come to my attention that many of you guys don’t really understand what the Probability in the title means and what is Adler’s significance to the story. If you already know then you don’t need to read this note because the explanation will be lengthy…
So, from what I have surmised reading through quite a bit into this novel, the probability is more like plausibility here. Let me explain what this means. So, in the very second chapter of the novel we see the MC rattling on about how the game was abysmal and how it didn’t make sense if he compared it to the original Sherlock Holmes novels. The characters were dumb and many things just didn’t add up since the writers and the development team made such a shitshow of a story. Hence why the MC had raged about the story in his passionate email that we see in the first part of Chapter 2. So, what MC is really doing here is to get the story and the world to make sense. Let me be clearer, in the Villain Maker quest it is described as… Fulfilling the Probability of Professor Moriarty’s Appearance. Here, what the author really meant was his mission is to make Moriarty being the final boss have a plausible meaning or be plausible in accordance with the world. In the game, it is mentioned that Moriarty suddenly appeared as the final boss of the game, had a battle in the Reichenbach Falls, and was defeated by Holmes, at the end. Her being the final boss had no meaning. It was all a bit too abrupt, and her appearance and defeat were more of a comical cameo rather than a full-blown ending fight. It was a fatal flaw of the game and MC was very angry about it as he mentioned in Chapter 2. So, by that mission, essentially, MC was tasked with giving her a backstory with the flow of the world and giving her a purpose in the world which she did not really have in the game. So, you see guys, what Becoming Professor Moriarty’s Probability really means in essence is that he needs to make Moriarty being the final boss in the game become an event that has a plausible reason in the world and not just be some one-off event that served no purpose at all other than to be some final hurdle for Holmes to topple with some struggle and ultimately add no meaning to this world. Adler is here to make the world have plausibility, have a meaning, and have every character go through a believable development to reach their respective roles. That is what being the probability of the world means and he is that. Hope this made some sense to you guys even though I am dogshit in explaining things.
So, the final point I am making here is that every time you see a probability modifier, except for the warning messages showing the probability of him being kidnapped or murdered or whatnot, then it means that he has to steer the event in a direction that would make it have some sense and if he is unable to the world would lose its rationality, its meaning, its purpose, its plausibility, and thus its probability, ultimately meeting its end. Since there really is no need for a world that doesn’t have any sense now, is there?
If you want to talk more about this topic, you can hit me up on the discord channel in Genesis. Peace!
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