Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain - Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain chapter 114

114 – Again, the adventure of an empty house (8)

We must stop the lewd prostitute who despises the master.

Ever since Sebastian Moran learned of the woman’s existence, he has always thought of this proposition as his mission. This was a natural action for someone who served, protected, and loved their master.

Of course, the master she served, to whom she served with all her might, was a person who practiced an ascetic life like the Stoic philosophers of the Roman era. He was a human being who lived a life far from women and s*xual desires, even if he smoked or drank alcohol.

Moran, who had always been right next to me for the past 10 years, knew me better than anyone else. She has lived an ascetic life to the point where she sometimes suspects that the master she serves, loves, and gives everything to is a machine.

By the time she reached puberty, she had become aware of the existence of immoral masturbation practices, and even when she observed her master secretly, he would not even engage in such acts. He did not visit prostitutes on the street like the moral gentlemen of this era did, and he lived a life so far removed from s*xual desire that one could suspect and worry that he might be a sodomite.

Of course, this was entirely Moriarty’s personal problem, as he did not feel such a desire, perhaps because something was broken immediately after living his second life, but Moran, who did not know this, could only interpret it as superhuman abstinence.

That made him respect his master even more, made him feel safe, and he often dreamed that one day he would tear down that wall.

Moran accepted the very obvious fact that she loved her master. No, she knew from the beginning.

What woman wouldn’t love a man as perfect as her master? Of course, thanks to that, there were many cases where even the prostitutes on her street took notice of her master, but it was strange to her that the person she cared for, loved, and would one day be with was loved by everyone. It gave me satisfaction.

She, of course, like everyone else’s feelings of love, she herself did not know at what point she fell in love with her master. When she was young, she only vaguely thought of the fact that she was a master who she had to obey and protect.

She might say that it was the result of her being forced to harbor feelings of love because someone had always been with her since childhood, but she couldn’t help but snort at her.

With her beastly side, it was only natural for her to love her master. He was a strong man, a man capable of producing excellent offspring. She was sure that Moran and her master could produce great successors, and she was confident that Moran would give birth to many great children for her master and herself.

Of course, it cannot be said that Sebastian Moran loved and lusted after James Moriarty because of her instinctive nature.

More than anything, his attitude also played a big role. Thanks to the memories of his past life, even without realizing it, Moriarty was usually very kind and friendly to women, even at this time, so it was enough to win their favor. His appearance also made him the handsome professor at any social party, so he could not wait to find a reason not to fall in love with James Moriarty.

As such, it was inevitable that the courtesan, who wore only pants, would dare to lust after her master, and Moran also understood this.

She often harbored vain dreams of daring to bring about the master’s downfall through her mouth, but as a person who was in love with desire, she could tell that the courtesan also harbored similar feelings towards her master.

Of course, I acknowledged that the stupid farmer may not have realized it yet. Because even on the outside, he was an idiot who wasn’t honest with his heart.

But the existence of the prostitute itself was always a thorn in the side of Moran. She had to be the only woman who would protect her master.

The presence of that vulgar witch was always annoying, but when her pants-wearing husband appeared, Moran couldn’t help but be even more concerned.

This was similar to the psychology of a wife who is wary of her husband who is having an affair. In her own mind, it had long been natural for her peony to be embraced by her master and to give birth to successors who would resemble her master.

So, I wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of that crop as well.

Therefore, Moran could not help but feel impatient without realizing it. She always knew in her head that she had to be alert and careful. However, just as a human being with a physical body is sometimes caught up in the emotions of a material body, even Peony could not help but be like that.

She can’t help but blame her. She made a promise to her master, whom she loved so much and with whom she wanted to have his body immediately, that he would finally grant her her earnest wish. From her perspective, her mistakes could not be tolerated, and it was a task that she had to succeed at.

She couldn’t help but be embarrassed when she went back to visit Mycroft Homes near her home after being promised her reward by her master.

She could find no trace of the Duke of Florizel, whom she was targeting. Although she tried to stay calm, she couldn’t, and she began searching around her, even risking herself being revealed without her knowledge.

Eventually, her keen sense of smell began to track her target like a hunting dog. And when the trail of that smell reached a certain place in London, Moran gritted her teeth without realizing it.

The place where the vulgar prostitute hid her purpose was a building on Baker Street, a place Moran knew all too well.

How can I forget? That evening, when the master and the prostitute were together, she knew that her purpose was hidden in the place where she had had a small adventure.

And soon, Moran could see that this was a provocation directed at her.

The master may have been indifferent, but it was clear that it was an extension of that, as they fought each other and provoked each other every time they encountered the prostitute in the mansion.

The boarding house located on Baker Street was ordinary on the outside, but it was also a difficult place in many ways. As if provoking him, it was clear that the Duke of Florizel was staying in the room where he had complained about ghosts appearing.

And at the same time, Moran knew that the only place to snipe that room was the empty house where they had spent the night together.

It is a silent provocation. Do you dare to come here and complete your goal?

The insolent prostitute was provoking Moran herself.

Of course, she was a skilled gunfighter, so she did not fall for the provocation right away. Instead, she began to watch endlessly from a distance.

It was sad not to see my master for a long time, but the expectation that my master would hug me when I finished this job was able to suppress that desire.

But as time passed, she became impatient with Moran. Because the opponent showed no sign of coming out.

What happens if time passes like this? Since the opponent was the opponent, there was a good chance that the Duke of Bohemia could evacuate while avoiding her attack, even if it was difficult.

With the sense of an animal, I could tell that the Duke that still needed to be dealt with was staying in that building, but it was unclear how long that would last.

Naturally, I couldn’t help but feel impatient. Of course, the opportunity will come to her again at any time, but Moran, who had already suppressed and endured her master’s temptation several times, could see that she had reached her limit.

In the end, Moran decided to take her risk. She wasn’t a losing gamble. It was nice to know that the seal seen through her window was really the Duke.

The thought that she could solve the problem if she just fired her shots indiscriminately, as usual, forcing her opponent to step out, made her move.

Above all, no one was clearly sneaking into the empty house for sniping purposes. I was sure of this point.

She couldn’t deceive her senses, as she inherited the blood of a wolf, so on a quiet late evening, Moran decided to take action.

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It felt like everything was repeating itself.

At that time, after entering the room where the suspicious projector was, I quickly and cautiously aimed towards the other side.

As if provoking, the target’s shadow was visible through the curtained window.

But it is bait. Still, you have to shoot first. Shoot it, check the reaction inside, and complete the mission right away.

Moran thought nervously.

Of course, the sharpshooters at the time of the raid had to be alert. But she was confident that with her current self, she could definitely avoid it.

The first thing to do is to shoot.

Thinking like that, Moran took aim, still unable to hide her slight impatience, and finally put her finger on the trigger.

– Jwaeeeng!

The silent air gun fired bullets.

The Duke of Florizel, who was waiting on the other side, witnessed a wax figure resembling him being pierced through the back of the head and collapsed halfway to the floor.

At the same time, Moran skillfully prepares the second bullet. The beast’s keen senses noticed the Duke’s movements, and if he kept his aim, he could achieve his goal.

Just as he was about to take aim, Moran suddenly tried to avoid his body with an animalistic sense. Soon, as her peony rolled her body behind her, one of her bullets grazed the spot where she had been.

It’s that hunter after all!

Moran immediately reloaded and moved to determine his location. No, he wanted to move.

However, Lord Quartermaine, who had preloaded more than two guns and was trained to fire those loaded guns while hunting elephants in Africa, fired the gun to neutralize his target, the werewolf.

“Kaaeang!”

With the sixth sense of an animal, he threw his body to the side, but the faster bullet grazed his cheek and hit his shoulder.

Because she was a werewolf, the bullet bounced off, but thanks to the bullet being powerful enough to kill an elephant, Moran fell backwards towards the floor and moaned while holding on to her cheek and shoulder where blood began to flow down.

At the same time, she saw numerous police officers lurking to catch her, a prostitute in pants who dared to prey on her master, and a witch showing off her vulgar tits running towards her. I could see that it was there.

Peony closed her eyes without realizing it and had an intuition. Maybe today, after this failure, she may never be able to serve her master again.