Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain

245 – 3 years later (3)

Ignorant b*tch.

Fred Forlock stroked his cheek as he felt stars flashing across his face. Ironically, this pain reminded him that he was not dreaming or drunk.

Come to think of it, she’s an as*hole, so it’s no wonder she’s an a*shole. Damn, that ignorant b*tch has gotten stronger while I’ve been watching. Ignorant b*tch.

Clearly in his memories, the touch wasn’t this harsh. But Porok soon had to accept the sad truth.

Perhaps it is not that the wolf has become stronger, but rather that he has become very weak over the past three years.

But he had no time to mourn the sorrow of the past years and mourn his lost hair. He tried hard to deny the foreign sight before his eyes, but this strange sight forced him into it like violence.

“Now… now! Kids, mommy is here, go to sleep! What… Peony, take it quickly! Me… me… “I can’t handle these guys!”

“Tsk. Jimmy, Victoria, come here. Write, be quiet!”

The two women were exchanging tasks with each other, as if ignoring the presence of Porok.

On one side was Moran, who knew Porok well, and on the other side… Her memories are vague, but she was definitely a witch who accompanied the pants-wearing detective.

Three years have passed, and neither woman has changed much. Of course, Porok could not trust his own memory. Although he didn’t seem to have changed much on the outside, he had a strangely mature vibe.

In fact, considering the children who were with them, Porok’s own sentiments were probably not wrong.

Okay, kids.

The first thing Porok was shocked by was Moran, the two little guys that the wolf was holding in his arms.

Ever since he was young, he had heard that there were families who let people dress as women due to superstition, but if that wasn’t the case, Porok thought that he would probably be a wolf twin consisting of a boy and a girl.

If it had been like before, as soon as I saw the little peonies, I would have screamed without realizing that they were little devils born from Mother’s obsession with Satan.

But because of the training Moran gave him just now, he had no choice but to carefully observe those kids.

Regrettably, they didn’t even show signs of being alert even though the unfamiliar bald head appeared with their mother.

Rather, the young animals that had just been born were observing the animals while being held in their mother’s arms, as if they were curious about everything.

But Porok could not help but observe them.

Until just before they came here, the children that Watson had taken care of on his behalf, had been pulling Watson’s hair like a fool and tossing and turning to play, because they had wolf ears and tails just like their mother.

Porok was able to face a truly terrible truth.

If a wolf cub gives birth, the wolf will be copied!

“It’s terrible. Is it really possible that the world will become full of wolves like this?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Didn’t you even wash it thoroughly? Watson, try some magic. “How can I get the kids into the carriage with me looking like that?”

“Now… for a moment!”

While the wolf kids were paying attention, Jane Watson snapped her fingers. It was a cleansing spell that Porok could easily perform.

I felt a little refreshed, but I still couldn’t say that his appearance was good. But he couldn’t care less.

Before he knew it, Porok realized that the witch was holding her hand, and that there was a little boy clinging to the witch’s leg with her other hand.

It was clear that that person was also the child of a witch. She didn’t have silver hair like her mother, but she had blonde hair that was close to silver, neatly braided, and her green eyes were alert to the presence of a stranger.

As a result, many questions inevitably came to mind.

Her sudden appearance was surprising, but there was a good reason why Peony appeared to her.

She seemed to have somehow married someone in the past three years, so it was surprising that she came to see me as a mother.

So what on earth does she want from him?

Even if one was from a dirty back alley, it was difficult to imagine the sight of a mother taking her children to a traitor.

“What… What… want… Are you going? That… hmm…… Uh… …. Yes, marriage… I guess I did it, congratulations, so I’ll just leave it alone for now and-“

“Wait.”

But the damn wolf glared at Porok as if threatening him and then walked away for a moment. In the awkward atmosphere, only Jane Watson, her daughter, and Porok stood silently.

“hahahaha…. Hi… do? Long time no see… Right? Oh, this is Shirley, Shirley Watson. “Well, Shirley, let’s say hello, Mr. Butler.”

“… Hi….”

Porok did not like children. Because she was never married in the first place. However, when the little lady greeted her without her knowledge, she couldn’t help but reflexively accept the greeting.

And then she belatedly realized the suspicious expression coming from Watson’s mouth.

“Wait a minute, Mr… Ummm, what did you say? Butler? Who? Could it be me? “Are you out of your mind?”

“hahahaha, I discussed it with everyone, and they said there aren’t many people they can trust. Oh, don’t think about running away. Signature… You did it, right? “I made that, so the restriction will be quite effective.”

“What the f*ck!”

Porok had no choice but to swear at Watson, who even smiled awkwardly but calmly spewed out words he couldn’t hear.

Nevertheless, the stupid-looking woman in front of her was only smiling suspiciously, wondering what was good.

It shouldn’t have been like this. It was better to run away even if it meant dying, or to resist even if it meant dying. But Porok was a wizard, and he knew what it meant to have already signed a document involving magic.

Still, she didn’t give up.

There was a person who created the thing in front of us. If you make a threat before Moran comes, you’re a petty coward who will tremble and nullify everything.

“Hey, lady. Don’t you miss your husband? I don’t know what kind of trick he pulled, but could he kill me or you? When to say nice things – I’m sorry, ma’am. This… first… The gun… Put it down. Yes, yes, don’t shake it like that! Ah, madam!”

“hahahahaha, but there are still issues with the children’s education in the future, so please be careful of your tone.”

But Porok soon realized that the stupid-looking witch in front of him was actually a disguised being. With her smiling face, she couldn’t help but be horrified by the witch who immediately pointed a gun at Porok.

“Mom, what is it? If it’s a toy, I want to watch it too!”

“hahahaha, Shirley, this is an adult’s toy, so it can’t be done yet, right? This is what adults use when they play the game of making holes in each other’s bodies. Right, uh…… Was it Mr. Porok?”

“Yes, yes!”

“hahahahaha, as you can see, Shirley is very curious, and she is also a witch like me, so you will have to be careful. Oh, she actually wanted to go with Sherlock, but she objected that Holmes wasn’t a girl’s name, so she ended up going with Shirley, but anyway… Ah, peonies have arrived!”

Porok looked behind her, carefully lifting her forehead away from the muzzle of her gun, which was still aimed at her own forehead.

Before she knew it, Moran, dressed like a coachman, was driving her carriage. She was a large carriage pulled by four horses. A carriage that feels like moving. What was unusual was that, oddly enough, she had covered the place where the carriage window should have been with black curtains.

After a while, a rather large carriage stopped in front of them, and Watson, still using his gun instead of his horse, ordered Porock to get in quickly.

Porok entered inside carefully and quickly. Only then did he discover that Moran’s wolf cubs were already running around inside, playing like wolf cubs.

And at the same time, Porok was able to discover the existence of someone else.

“… What… what? School… professor? “No, Professor, why are you like this?”

Unfortunately, Porok could not continue speaking.

But this may have been force majeure.

As mentioned earlier, Fred Forlock was drunk today as usual and was running away from the world. No matter how much cleansing magic he used, he couldn’t completely get rid of the strong alcohol smell emanating from his body.

The smell of alcohol was enough to make even ordinary people frown. Moreover, children are more sensitive than adults.

More than anything, the little wolves that resembled peonies had a more sensitive sense of smell. It was bearable when I was outside. More than anything, it was because I was held in my mother’s arms.

However, while the mother wolf was driving the carriage, her little siblings immediately attacked the bald man they did not like.

While James held Porok’s mustache in his small hand, Victoria pulled out a handful of Porok’s sparse hair on the back of his head.

Screams rang out.

Meanwhile, the carriage departed carelessly, and Jane Watson sat down next to the person who had frightened Porok, caressing the inside of his thigh, which he could do nothing about, and whispered quietly to him.

“Professor, aren’t you uncomfortable? Remain calm until we arrive, we will release you. Of course, I don’t care if you struggle like usual, that’s even worse… “You know, right?”

The man who heard Watson’s whisper just closed his eyes in resignation and stayed still. A carriage peacefully carries a family and heads somewhere.

Around the same time, Mycroft Holmes returned home early and hummed a song.

Because of his reunion with his younger brother, even the housekeeper who usually looked after him had been sent out early that day. Literally only his younger brother would be waiting for him.

Mycroft entered the house and realized that someone, a family member waiting for him, was already there, so he smiled without realizing it and headed to the living room.

Since it was between Sherlock and Mycroft, Mycroft Holmes knocked lightly and entered the drawing room.

“Sherlock, it’s been a while… ….”

Mycroft, who was trying to say hello, made eye contact with the person in the living room and had no choice but to stand awkwardly, holding the door handle as if he had frozen.

For a moment, he thought he had gone back to the past, or was even dreaming.

Sitting in front of him was not the Sherlock he had been waiting for, but a little Sherlock. No matter how long you look at him, he is a young child, not even 3 years old.

But the appearance was clearly the young Sherlock he vaguely remembered. A girl with a look that only Sherlock has.

But the Sherlock he knew was an impressive woman with sharp gray eyes.

Mycroft soon realized that the blue eyes of the girl who was observing him looked suspiciously similar to the blue eyes of a man he remembered.