Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain - Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain chapter 135

135 – Phantom Thief vs. Phantom Thief (4)

“I… “That woman!”

Watson recognized the unfamiliar being that suddenly appeared and shouted. Of course she could not hear an answer from Holmes or a separate response from the stranger.

More than anything, Watson himself had no time to worry about such things. Like soldiers dodging a flying shot put, she and Holmes had to dodge her body to the side and roll on the floor once again.

Because the new attacker responded with terrifying speed by throwing his body away instead of answering.

No matter how much Watson scolded Holmes for being dull, there was no way he could forget that existence. How could you forget?

In relation to the Suicide Club, Watson himself, along with Holmes, tracked down an assailant in the middle of the night! The memories of that time were still vivid. An unidentified assassin who fires a gun in a terrifying manner and attempts to snipe.

Although Watson was far from the novels of his childhood that featured various bizarre adventures like Holmes, it was impossible to forget the assassin who seemed like something out of someone’s bad imagination.

Above all, at the time, Holmes had warned him several times, and Watson himself had sensed the danger as he chased after the attacker with his friend, so he had no choice but to be nervous.

Of course, it was impossible to unconditionally guarantee that the being that attacked again in the darkness at a speed that was difficult to follow with the eyes was really the attacker at that time.

But it was difficult to think that there would be two such beings in London.

Strangely enough, I heard a sound that sounded like an animal threatening me. I felt like I was facing a wolf baring its teeth and threatening me.

‘Are you a werewolf?’

That thought occurred to me at that moment.

It was hard to tell what kind of trick the attacker was using because his head was covered with a mask.

But Watson quickly denied that assumption. If Holmes had known, he might have laughed it off as a hasty idea, but as Watson was knowledgeable in his own way, he had no choice but to do so.

If that attacker was a werewolf, he couldn’t have looked like that. Of course, among the people Watson knew, there was one exception.

Sebastian Moran.

She is a maid who assists Professor Moriarty, who wonders why she uses a man’s name, but is convinced by Professor Moriarty’s explanation that her relative is a bit of a peculiar eccentric.

She was said to be a distant relative of Professor Moriarty, so he thought that would be the case despite her strange appearance and sometimes unfavorable gaze towards her.

It was certainly a very rare phenomenon for the woman to have she-wolf ears and a tail, and something that was often considered ominous, but she was nonetheless a relative of Professor Moriarty.

Therefore, it was impossible for Watson to associate Moran with that attacker. She was by nature not suspicious of people and had a deep crush and affection for James Moriarty, so she did not even dare to think of making a connection.

Above all, for Watson now, revealing the identity of the attacker was not important.

“Ho… “Holmes!”

“Huh, Watson!”

Once again the sound of the wind blew, and this time a banging sound was heard, as if blocks of wood or metal were colliding with each other.

Watson, who had become accustomed to night vision no matter how dark it was, turned her head towards the sound she heard as she was getting up, and was able to see her friend trying to somehow stop her assailant. .

However, Holmes, who always seemed strong, trembled with all his might and could barely hold on to the attacker.

Watson could tell that her opponent was mocking Holmes.

Because she was in an emergency, they had no choice but to forget to even call each other by code names.

“I owe you something from last time, so I’ll pay it back this time.”

“Ugh! This… “You damn bastard!”

Holmes was barely able to catch the man who had stretched out his arms to strangle him, but he could only hold on to his limit.

The presence of the attacker was known as soon as I saw it.

No, it wasn’t impossible in the first place.

There was no way James Moriarty wasn’t keeping tabs on him, as he was. Of course, this was Holmes’ personal wish.

Even if she didn’t think of herself as very important, as Mr. Moriarty said at the time, there was no way she wouldn’t have heard the news of the attack on Milverton.

No matter how leisurely he was, even if he was a child-like man who enjoyed everything as if it were a game, there was no way he wouldn’t take action.

In fact, Holmes did not realize that he was playing childish play. If he had expected such a thing, he should have gone straight to robbing Milverton’s mansion in the first place.

Although he made an excuse to Watson to make Milverton keep the documents in the mansion to make things a little more perfect, Holmes does not admit that what he did was like a child whining for Moriarty to look after him. Didn’t

But such trivial taunts and teachings were issues that could be heard when faced with Moriarty. Even now, he had to ignore this damn wolf who was whispering mockingly at him.

No, it wasn’t a bad idea to use this opportunity to cripple someone and separate them from the teacher.

However, in a purely physical conflict, it was Holmes himself who was at a disadvantage. As if her mockery was over, Moran quickly kicked her in the stomach before she could react.

“Oops!”

“Ho… “Holmes!”

But I couldn’t kick the b*tch who fell on the floor again. Coincidentally, Moran also had similar thoughts to Holmes.

The owner still regarded the b*tch as a plaything, so killing her was not allowed. But it was possible to ruin one place.

I wanted to kick the stomach again and destroy the internal organs. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to be superficial and make your body incapable of giving heat to your master.

However, Peony clicked her tongue in disappointment and had to fly away to avoid the flying fireball.

“Huh! Her… 100 million!”

As she was born with a terrible price, her skills as a witch were excellent, but she purposely lived away from her magic and rarely relied on it.

She casually and lightly threw a fireball to threaten Watson, but he couldn’t help but gasp at her harshly.

It seemed like her whole body was already wet with sweat because of her tension and fear. She felt sweat seeping through her breasts and her clothes clinging uncomfortably to her, but Watson didn’t stop.

At that moment, she saw her assailant turning his scary gaze towards her and rushing towards her, but even so, he did not stop.

Of course, I am still afraid of losing her memories. With each fireball she fired, she could feel that some memory she could not remember was fading away one by one.

But Watson had to force herself to think positively.

‘That…’ Still, it’s a minor memory. It’s better to do this, we don’t want Holmes to get hurt. Then… Then you’ll forget a lot, because when you treat someone, so much time just disappears. So it’s okay, it’s much better for Holmes to get a little forgetful than to get hurt!’

However, Watson had no choice but to scream as her attacker came right in front of her and roughly grabbed her wrist and threw her to the floor.

Moran had no choice but to grind his teeth.

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I always hated magicians. Maybe it’s because werewolf blood instinctively hates magicians and fairies.

She also had personal reasons.

Although not as bad as the b*tch who fell on the floor, this witch was also a nuisance to her master. Peony knew very well that this foolish witch, like many idiots in London society, secretly harbored vain dreams for her master.

Therefore, with some personal feelings, she tried to lift Watson, who had fallen on the floor, with the intention of breaking at least one of her bones.

Watson instinctively grabbed Moran’s arm and tried to stop her, while Moran laughed and tried to break her opponent with her strength.

“Uh… what?”

At that moment, Watson opened her mouth without realizing it, as if she was puzzled, and Moran gritted her teeth.

“I… me… “Maybe it’s bigger than you think?”

“Tch!”

Both Watson and Moran were able to know at the same time. If we simply consider physical strength, Watson can compete with Moran to some extent.

When Moran realized that, he quickly pulled her arm away and tried to kick her. Even so, she was just an ignorantly strong witch.

But Watson, realizing this, held on to Moran’s arm even more tightly. Of course, she never learned how to fight or martial arts, so she was just a catcher.

But Watson was not alone.

– Bang!

At that moment, a gunshot rang out.

Holmes quickly took precise aim and hit Moran in the back of the head. The werewolf easily deflected the bullet.

But because gunfire broke out, everyone was bound to be in trouble.

“Hey, why don’t you go back to your master? “The police officers who were patrolling like this will come, well, that’s not a bad thing for us.”

“Tch!”

“Uh… uh?”

It was disappointing for Holmes, but he had no choice but to propose a ‘deal’ in order to prevent Watson and himself from getting hurt, and because he had already failed to track down the thief.

Moran, who noticed this, also turned his back and tried to disappear. Of course, she couldn’t stop the mask covering her face from falling to the floor because of her gun.

Watson recognized the face behind the mask and fell to the floor without realizing it.

“What are you doing, Watson! “We have to run away quickly!”

“Ho… Holmes! What… “Why Miss Peony?”

“Watson, move now!”

Holmes clicked his tongue as if he was embarrassed, but his priority was to get out with his friend, so he forced Watson to stand up.

Fortunately, Watson followed Holmes, and both were able to escape Milverton’s mansion safely.