Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain - Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain chapter 125

125 – Charles Augustus Milverton (2)

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– Sniff!

Sebastian Moran, who single-handedly handles almost all work at Professor James Moriarty’s mansion, was checking each and every letter sent to his master.

Under the master’s teachings, Moran lived without being ashamed of being born with wolf ears and a tail.

However, as she grew older and developed a certain desire for her master, there were some actions that Moran tried to hide in front of her beloved master.

There, like now, the procedure was to check each suspicious letter by putting his nose close to it.

Of course, if the master considered her like a dog, she was willing to be the master’s b*tch, but she did not want to be seen sniffing like a dog in front of her beloved.

Therefore, while the master was spending time alone in his study, he was secretly conducting an examination, but this was also a natural procedure for Moran.

“Tsk, you’re a stupid woman trying to flirt with your master again.”

Moran’s sensitive sense of smell detected the faint scent of her perfume and the scent of a female in heat in the anonymous letter she sent, and she clicked her tongue and collected her letters for disposal. I threw it to the side.

It was the same type of stupid letter that always came to the owner. As if she were dreaming of a secret love affair, only her initials were written on the outside of her letters in an attempt to hide her identity, but her keen sense of smell never missed the identity of the person sending her letters. Didn’t

Since similar types of letters would come to her master from all over England, Moran now handled everything mechanically, as if it were a normal part of her routine.

She didn’t like those horny things that dared to flirt with her own master, but at the same time, she loved those who adored her master who would become her own husband. Having a lot brought her satisfaction.

Because it was proof that the existence that I desire and am destined to have is valuable.

Of course, she did not mean that she personally disposed of all of the letters addressed to Moriarty sent by women.

Naturally, there were times when she was needed by her master or had no choice but to do it for work, and she had no intention of crossing her line there.

It was natural for a wife to manage her household for her husband, but at the same time, it was natural for her to respect her husband’s work.

If Porok had known these thoughts, she might have scoffed and asked when she got married, but she knew that she would soon become Sebastian Moriarty, or Madame Moriarty, so she wouldn’t even reply. Will be.

This was her natural right and duty.

Since it was a letter addressed to her future husband and master, she did not dare to check its contents, literally crossing the line of her assigned position.

In the first place, the foolish people who sent love letters with foolish thoughts toward James Moriarty, who was famous in social circles as a young, promising mathematician, and above all as a handsome man, could be distinguished just by his appearance and smell.

At the same time, of course, I did not forget to check each and every letter to see if any dangerous letters came to my master.

When Moran returned from a week of hellish vacation without his master, he was able to realize what it felt like for a prisoner who had been imprisoned for a long time to regain freedom.

During her first week of vacation, Moran literally had nothing to do.

She spent her time locked up in the villa she had secretly bought to be with the children that would one day be born between her and her master, without even knowing how the week went by.

She was able to realize one thing again.

She needed to be by her master’s side, and she also needed Peony herself by her master’s side. How surprised she was when, after a week, she returned to the mansion and saw her master!

Her master thought that she was somewhat like a child, so she had already predicted that if she lived alone, she would have a messy routine. The fact that she walked around neatly was a constant thanks to her natural personality, but the sight of her not eating properly was cause for concern.

When the owner and the mansion were reunited after a week, they were literally a mess, and Moran had to hastily take care of the owner and put everything back to the way it was.

Although the master was still young, he was like a child who was very weak and could get hurt at any time if he was not around to take care of him.

Of course, every single one of those things was good about Peony. She immediately liked that even the age difference between herself and her master was appropriate for a model couple.

After all, the time to confirm that she was the only one who would sit next to the master and be the hostess of the Moriarty mansion may have been meaningful in its own way.

But Moran had to blame himself just as much. She could have won the award of her dreams, but she ended up missing it all right under her nose due to her own stupid mistakes and failures.

It was a future that would come someday, but unfortunately, the time when the master’s first son, James, would come to them seemed to have to be postponed a little later.

For your information, James was the name that Moran had created in her mind for the little master who would be the first child between her and her master and the master’s successor. Of course, it was the master who would become James Moriarty Jr., Who inherited his master’s name.

As much as I was angry at myself, I was angry at Holmes, the pervert who wore those damn pants.

But for now, Moran put aside his resentment and focused on work.

She was just about to look for a mysterious letter that had arrived at an address she had never seen before.

On the outside of the letter, only Charles was written, daring to pretend to be friendly to the owner. Since there were often cases where stupid women would send letters disguised as men, that alone did not dispel Moran’s suspicions.

However, when she soon noticed the scent of her letter, she was able to relax her guard a little. First of all, it smelled like a fat middle-aged man.

However, she did not completely let down her guard and placed the letter on the top of the pile to bring to her master. Occasionally, sodomites would send similar types of letters.

Of course, her master had no interest in either men or women. And in that future, she was confident that only Moran would love herself.

While carrying tea and refreshments filled with her own love for her master, Moran also brought along her letters to deliver.

After knocking on the door as if it were a given now, I entered her study without waiting for her answer. She and her master greeted Peony without saying a word, as if it was natural for her as well.

Isn’t this the life of a married couple that will one day become legal?

Peony was satisfied and silently gave what she had to give to her master and tried to admire her master by standing next to her as always.

However, she soon felt that someone was coming to the mansion, so she asked the owner’s understanding and then went to the front door to greet the unpleasant guest.

Outside the door, as expected, stood Fred Forlock, a damned magician who had interrupted his time with his master while he was not fully healed yet.

“What’s going on? “I guess the master also told you not to come here in person if possible?”

Incidentally, it was because of Holmes. Holmes has not been at the mansion for the past few days.

When Porok saw that the ungrateful wolf cub, who even saved his life, was paying more attention to playing with his affection, Porok clicked his tongue and opened his mouth, wiping away cold sweat.

“Because I’m screwed. “I have something to report directly to the professor.”

“… Are you kidding me? Did you really make a stupid mistake? No, that’s good. “I’ll send it to you cleanly at this point.”

“Sipal, damned wolf cub, if it was my fault I jumped into the Thames before I even got here! Anyway, professor! Professor!”

The cocky wizard ran toward the study, shouting for the professor like an intruder, slightly pushing Peony away like a gatekeeper. In the past, Moran would have bared his teeth and tried to stop Porok, but Moran followed, clicking his tongue in disapproval as he saw the bandage still wrapped around Porok’s left hand.

In the study, James Moriarty, who was so focused on reading a certain letter that he did not even look away, opened his mouth.

“Porok, I’m not deaf like Beethoven, so there’s no need to yell.”

“Who is Beethoven again, professor? Are there any deaf people like that?”

When Porok asked, Moriarty, who was still fixated on the letter, let out a small sigh, and Porok felt Moran’s gaze on him as if he was pitiful, and hurriedly shouted.

“Oh, that’s not it! School… Professor, I… It was definitely not my mistake or fault, but rather, I knew that a minor problem had occurred, right? But it’s a bit complicated for me to handle…”

“Was one of Tidkin’s letters involving me leaked?”

“Wow, how did you know, Professor? “It’s really amazing every time I see it. In fact, the professor is a wizard like me, so isn’t he a mind reader?”

“There is no way the master is a shallow magician like you.”

Moran shot back at Porok’s admiration, and Moriarty sighed softly again.

Porok, who was noticing the professor’s attitude and was about to get angry at Moran, opened his mouth again.

“Mill button? Anyway, I figured out that a famous pig took the letter. But the place where he lives is a place with a lot of politicians with a lot of money, so I couldn’t attack him with my kids… But-“

However, Porok suddenly threw the letter Moriarty was reading towards him, so he was unable to speak as he was holding on to it.

Porok, who was quick-witted, read the letter quickly, and while Moran, who was reading it next to him, contorted her face in anger, she took her eyes off the letter in bewilderment and asked back.

“Is this guy crazy?”

“It’s been a while since I received an interesting letter. Moran, send an invitation to Mr. Milverton.”

“… “Yes, master.”

Moran, who had lost her expression as she saw the owner smiling happily, lowered her head expressionlessly again and followed the owner’s orders.

Two days later, Charles Augustus Milverton went majestically to the mansion of Professor James Moriarty near Oxford, unaware of his fate.