Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Beware of full moon nights.

As we all know, human beings will always do things that are inconsistent with their daily personality under the influence of the atmosphere, or make some weird and self-defeating promises, even if she is a witch, there is no exception.

Ursula covered her mouth, looked at Mr. Half-Elf who suddenly had a gentle wind element around her body, and took a step back.

All this stems from the fact that she looked up at the silver plate hanging in the dark blue night sky in amazement just now, and exclaimed to the little Mr. Holmes beside her that she actually danced with an elf on a full moon night , but still standing in the human world. "

"Then are you willing to leave with me?" Eric Holmes asked in a joking tone at the time.

And she was probably dazzled by the glass of champagne just now, oh, maybe the moonlight is really beautiful, or the beauty of the young Mr. Detective under the moonlight is really beautiful, in short, she subconsciously laughed: "OK."

The moment this joke came out, Ursula was jolted by a subconscious sense of crisis.

"Hahaha, I'm joking."

However, the wind element suddenly rioted, and the strong wind blowing from the surroundings of the gentleman in front of her wantonly rolled up the petals of the carefully tended roses in the garden below the balcony, together with the wind element that seemed to be out of the control of the master. up, up.

Until the clear starless sky, driven by the magic power of the half-elf, was shrouded in clouds, covering the silvery full moon and dipping its edge in a golden halo.

"Really, it's a joke! You should be clear."

"What are you talking about, dear Miss Watson." The black-haired detective in front of him looked up at her with completely silver eyes, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "How could this be a joke?"

"Every word I spoke with the elf under the moon is a contract, and you, who were not careful at all, have now withdrawn that promise."

"Although this is the case, you are still half of a human being. Humans understand the difference between a joke and a promise." Ursula suddenly found that although the other party's tone was somewhat teasing, the expression was extremely serious, and she couldn't help but feel a little confused. .

Under such circumstances, she subconsciously glanced out of the corner of her eye at the door leading to the hall where people gathered, which was hidden by thick embroidered floor-to-ceiling curtains on the balcony.

"My dear, you are not watching how to escape, are you?"

Eric took a step up, bowed his head and smiled, "Indeed, even if you have agreed to elope with me, if you go back and go to Sherlock and Dr. Watson now, I won't be able to do anything."

"You look very much like some bad goblins now," sighed Ursula.

"How do you know I'm not a bad goblin?" Eric asked in a drawn-out tone.

"Perhaps because your name is Eric Holmes?" Ursula whispered uncertainly.

What responded to her was the other party's not-so-short silence.

"Ursula, I've been meaning to say for a long time that your guard against the name Sherlock Holmes is too low." The young detective spoke again, with a very obvious look of joy.

"However, this is just right for me now."

"..."

Yes, Eric was right, she was indeed a little too low on guard against him, Ursula thought, if Eric wasn't a Sherlock Holmes, then she wouldn't have talked to him in the first place, and according to her years For the sake of safety and deliberate suppression of curiosity, rather than getting off the train alone to explore the village with suspicious fairy legends, she should tend to choose to lock the door of the carriage and wait quietly for the train to restart.

In this way, there will be no adventures experienced with each other in the future.

"Eric, no, little Mr. Holmes, aren't you serious?" Ursula said in disbelief, "You're a Holmes!"

"So what kind of weird filter do you have for this surname." Now that the "conspiracy" has succeeded, Eric also has a bit of a headache: "Let me guess, do you think I will stay single very firmly, like Same as Sherlock."

"Isn't it?" Ursula asked cautiously, trying to buy time while moving as quietly as possible towards the door, thinking that Eric's idea was a good one.

Now she has only triggered the conditions of the contract, and there is still a chance, as long as she runs out of the balcony with only the two of them and returns to the crowd before the other party formally forms the contract.It's better to find your dear uncle and Mr. Holmes, then everything that happened here may really be just a joke.

"It should have been." The young detective said with emotion.

Ursula checked the distance between herself and the door with her eyes, and encouraged herself in her heart. She could do it in two or three meters.

"Should?" Ursula continued to try to induce Eric to analyze his own psychology, delaying time.

"Yes, it should be. Seriously, dear Ursula, I'm glad you're willing to hear my story, but I think those stories can be told later, and until then..."

With a shocked and confused expression, making full use of extremely natural body movements to perform, Miss Witch, who was already very close to the door, was held tightly by the wrist of one hand by the half-elf who suddenly approached, and at the same time was supported by the back of her head.

Her movement was locked.

"In order to prevent me from being ridiculed by you in the future, we need to complete the contract of Luna's testimony first."

"No, I won't laugh at you, let's talk?" Ursula tried to struggle again.

"You know, I hope I can become a good detective, and there is a very important criterion for all of this..." But this detective is obviously unwilling to give her a chance to struggle, the evidence is that facing her little girl Struggling, the other party just smiled briefly, and then continued with his own words.

"This criterion is that as a mature detective, you must never let the prey that has jumped into the trap escape."

"By the way, as you said, villains usually die from talking too much."

"But the detective is not..." You can say more...

The black-haired half-elf in front of her suddenly bent slightly, interrupting Miss Witch's words.

Ursula was stunned. At this moment, her lips felt an extremely strange, cold but soft touch.

what is that?

The girl's thoughts suddenly became confused. Is it what she thought?

The young detective is not greedy, and leaves at the touch of a touch, and at the same time loosens the imprisonment of his sweetheart.

Ursula took a step back and fell to the floor. The other's hand was gone, but she felt something strange wrap around her neck.

She realized something, trembling her hands, using magic power to condense a water mirror with difficulty, and shine it on herself.

"The contract is concluded, my dear lady."

The young detective took a step back and looked at the witch wearing the golden contract chain with satisfaction.

"Now, let's get out of this dance," he laughed.

The clouds parted and the bright moonlight fell again, illuminating the deserted balcony that just overhangs a beautiful garden full of roses.

"Speaking of which, Ursula and the others have disappeared."

After the chaos, Dr. Watson couldn't help but looked around the hall trying to confirm the location and safety of the two young people.

"Ah, they probably eloped." Mr. Holmes withdrew his eyes from observing the excited girl who used a broken goblet as a murder weapon, and said to Dr. Watson in a very serious tone.

"Holmes! Don't make such jokes."

"I'm not joking, Watson."

Dr. Watson looked at his friend uncertainly, with a tangled expression, and then he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye, and quickly turned his head to confirm, and his expression suddenly relaxed.

"So you two are here." Dr. Watson sighed, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I haven't seen you just now, we thought you eloped?"

Hearing this sentence, Ursula looked at her uncle with a very complicated look.

"That's right, we eloped." Eric smiled and said, "It's just that we came back after successfully eloping."

"Career is as important as love." He shook the paw of Miss Witch with a look of lovelessness, "Ursula and I are not the kind who forget the case just because we are in love. type."

"Oh, that's really good. After all, you eloped for a full 10 minutes." Dr. Watson glanced at his watch speechlessly. It was only so long since the two children were out of his sight.

"After all, Scotland is quite far away, so it's tiring to run back and forth in such a short time~" he joked casually. (In the [-]th century, elopements often went here to get married)

"Yeah, it's very far away, but fortunately I chose to go to the land of fairies to get married, so there is still a time difference with the human world, and we even had time to meet my mother." Eric continued the conversation naturally : "By the way, we still need to notify Ursula's parents, can you help write the letter? Doctor."

"...You are so humorous, Eric." Dr. Watson was amused by Eric's serious nonsense, and couldn't help but look at his niece while laughing.

However, my niece, who is usually keen to fight wits with little Sherlock Holmes, didn't laugh.

and……

"Ursula, your dress at the beginning was like this... as if it had starlight? And the ring on your hand, the tiara on your head..." Dr. Watson became very sensitive and found Ursula Her attire seemed to be different.

Facing the bewildered Dr. Watson, Ursula, who was still in the confusion of why she had overturned the car, slowly covered her face, and answered her dear uncle's question with great difficulty.

"Yes, I changed my clothes. This is my wedding dress, the most popular style in Fairyland."

"Dear uncle, I must tell you a fact that I am also very shocked." Miss Witch looked at Mr. Holmes' knowing eyes like this, and couldn't bear to look at her kind and slow uncle.

"Eric is telling the truth."

"Truth, what truth?"

"It's the part where we eloped and got married in the 10 minutes just now."

"It's true, Uncle John, I'm not just Miss Watson now, you can also call me..." Looking at Dr. Watson's eyes full of "what are you talking about, Ursula", Ursula Really unable to continue, she turned her head and gave the culprit who had already bent over with a smile a hard look.

"Let me finish the story for you." Little Holmes smiled, and continued the conversation again: "Doctor Watson, Sherlock, now please allow me to introduce to you, this lovely lady's name is Ursula Watson. born."

"And also my dearest..."

"Mrs. Holmes."

After a long silence, an angry roar from Dr. Watson echoed in the hall air.

"Eric!!! Sherlock Holmes!!!!! You nasty little bastard!!"

One month after the elopement incident.

Ursula, already fully bound, went alone to tea-time appointments with the ladies who had become good friends in the case.

After spending a pleasant afternoon, the other human girls left first. Finally, Ursula, who was waiting for the carriage to pick her up, and the fake human provider at the afternoon tea venue started a discussion on the topic of magic harvest. When they were in love with each other, they inevitably chatted about the contract reached under the moonlit night.

"Did you agree accidentally?" Miss Siren looked in disbelief at Miss Witch, who was too cautious in her impression.

"What kind of champagne is that? Is it made by Dionysus?" She looked at Ursula with a strange look: "A person who can't get drunk from goblin wine can get confused after drinking a glass of human champagne? "

"Didn't you say that? The moonlight and the beauty of the half-elf are also part of the reason. Sometimes people's intoxication is not completely intoxicated in the body." Ursula's eyes wandered: "The atmosphere is also very confusing."

"...I don't believe it." Miss Siren, who was at the top in the push and pull of love, turned Ursula's face with a dangerous expression: "You tell me honestly what's going on, this situation is too embarrassing for us witches Face, how can we lose first."

"It doesn't matter, even if it's for the face of our witch community, you have to make up a reason for me."

"Well, if you insist." Ursula shook her head, "I'll just make one up~"

Miss Witch thought for a while, then said

"Honey, what if you have a secret that may threaten your life once the other party knows it."

"Of course we should kill the other party first." Miss Kraken said without thinking.

"By the way, the precondition is that you can't kill the other party. If you kill the other party directly, you will betray all relatives and lose all possibilities of happiness." Ursula held her chin: "And this threat is only a possibility, you don't want to go It’s possible to gamble, or the other party may help you hide it for some reason.”

"Oh, that's quite troublesome." Miss Kraken said, "So you choose to gamble on the latter possibility based on the other party's kindness?"

"Of course not, I want the third possibility." Ursula smiled: "Let him be my accomplice and take the initiative to bind my life and future with me, so that I can get happiness and safety at the same time?"

"Does your half-elves know about this?"

"Ah, what are you talking about, I'm just satisfying your request to make up a reason and save face."

"……real?"

"Really." Ursula smiled involuntarily when she saw through the window the black-haired young man who came down from the carriage and raised his head to meet her gaze.

"I'm just an ordinary human witch, how can I have any secrets that attract the attention of Avalon's recipient~"

"Absolutely not!"

So said Miss Watson, who was just an ordinary nineteenth-century witch.