Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Don Juan?"

After breakfast, the two returned to the apartment in Block A.Eric Holmes looked at the theater ticket, a little hesitant.

"But……"

"That's not for young girls to see," said Ursula gruffly. "Are you going to say that?"

"Of course it doesn't refer to this. Although this review says it's not suitable for young girls, it doesn't hurt that you're already engaged." Little Holmes stood in front of the window, and Ursula couldn't see clearly because of the backlight. look.

So she turned to look at him.

"Mainly..." Eric tilted his head in shock at Ursula's astonishment, his face flushed slightly. "Sherlock didn't say it, but to cultivate feelings. Don Juan doesn't seem to be suitable."

"I think it's quite appropriate." Ursula patted him on the shoulder without any comprehension. "Only by watching the scumbag's performance can you show how valuable you are, Mr. Holmes."

"Then go." Eric was confused by these words and could only lose.

Although they are all Mozart's operas, he originally wanted to go to see Figaro's wedding with Ursula. The love story is still sweet, and "La Traviata" will do.

She never expected that Miss Witch would be more interested in "Don Juan" because of her slanted sword.

This is not some opera for lovers to see.Recalling the offensive power of those lyrics in the play, even Eric, who thinks he is very dedicated and upright, is a little bit dizzy.

Especially thinking about Sherlock's meaningful expression and Dr. Watson's inexplicably gratified smile when Ursula said at the dinner table that she wanted to watch "Don Juan"...

He turned to look at Ursula, who was smiling and expectantly looking at him, and couldn't help sighing.

Just after confessing, you have to watch this kind of drama with the person you confess, which persuades girls to stay away from men and love, which is really exciting.

"Then Don Juan!"

Eric scratched his hair and smiled helplessly. "But since you're going to the theater, you want to dress up?"

"Huh? Is it meant to be well dressed?" Ursula looked at him suspiciously. In this era, one must wear a special dress when going to theaters and other occasions.

"Then please be more careful." Eric Holmes picked up a brochure of Ursula's business in London and shook it.

"This is a good opportunity to advertise. Since your appearance is so eye-catching."

Ursula touched her face, suddenly realizing.Because Eric stood in the way at the ball, she almost forgot how ostentatious her oriental blood was in this day and age.

"I'll ask Alisa and the others to bring someone here now. It seems that there are new products in the store we cooperate with." Ursula opened up a new idea, and immediately ran to Sherlock next door to make a phone call.

"Ah, Don Juan." Little Holmes leaned against the window, feeling sad rarely. "Looks like I got myself into trouble. I can only hope that guy doesn't come today."

In the afternoon, Miss Siren came with several girls with big and small bags.They are all employees of the store.

"Hi, little detective." She grinned and greeted warmly. "Please avoid it for a while. I will return a glamorous sweetheart to you later~"

Since they became friends, Miss Siren liked to call Sherlock Holmes like this. Of course, she also completely followed this routine when she called Sherlock.She likes to use nicknames for people around her.

Ursula also explained to Eric, who rarely turned black after the other party was called a little detective for the first time, before comforting him.

This is entirely a witch's professional habit. Because she is good at cursing, she usually doesn't call others by their real names easily.

Ursula is often called Sweetheart by Miss Siren, or Little Laurel, or even Little Beauty when she is happy.

Ursula accepted this well. Against the suddenly sharp eyes of little Holmes, she calmly took him upstairs on her arm.

"He doesn't like the name sweetheart?" Miss Siren whispered.

"He can hear you at your volume." Ursula pointed to her ear. "You have forgotten his lineage."

"Tsk, then we can't whisper today." Miss Siren regretfully pushed open the door of Ursula's room.

She took a quick look around the room.This is a suite, mainly composed of a small living room and bedroom, with a small bathroom and cloakroom attached.

"It looks good. But the living room is a bit empty?" Mrs. Kraken poked the white rose on the small coffee table and commented.

"Because I seldom stay here. I usually go to the living room downstairs or next door for afternoon tea." Ursula instructed the shop assistants and girls to put down their things.

"Hmm~ so~" Miss Kraken smiled and continued to look at this small living room that didn't look like a witch at all, and suddenly her eyes stopped in one place.

"Did you just put it outside like this? Put 'her'"

Ursula poked her head out from among the clerks who were helping her on the gown, and Miss Siren pointed to a large black carved box leaning against the window.

This may be the only color that fits the image of a witch in this living room.Of course, the attributes are also very consistent, and what is inside is Ursula's secondary body, the body of Miss Black Rose.

If someone accidentally opened it at this time, they would definitely scream and mistakenly think that a living girl was locked in the box.

The main material driven by the tree in the treasure cave of Al Mannay's house, the black rose created by the top puppeteer who was taken away by the goblin from the human world because of his superb skills, is sleeping quietly in this big box .

"Because it's going to bask in the moon! It must be placed in the place with the largest window." Ursula said with a natural expression.

Miss Siren expressed her sincere admiration for her big-hearted behavior.

"What if... a thief came in and opened the box?"

"Ah! Then I can only consider myself unlucky~ I will become Miss Black Rose's food." Ursula covered her mouth and let out a villainous smile.

Under Miss Kraken's expression that you are such a witch, she hahaha returned to her serious look.

"Just kidding. Others can't open the box at all, and it's impossible for Eric to let the thief in."

"But I heard that a demon army broke in yesterday." Miss Kraken pointed out sharply.Since the clerks who came today were all girls she specially looked for who had something to do with goblins, she didn't have any worries about speaking.

"Are all goblins in London gossip like this?" Ursula was embarrassed, the news spread so quickly.

"I took that guy's name away. He's barely my family member, so he can come in." Ursula closed her eyes and explained before the clerk powdered it.

"So that's how it is." Miss Siren sat on the big box, shaking her legs. "I thought it was some kind of emotional dispute?"

"what?"

"Because it is said that the demon army is very tender~"

"That's because you didn't see him scruffy when he was bearded," Ursula complained. "Tender because after he offended me, he was forced to shave off the beard that has accumulated for hundreds of years, and the face that has not been seen for hundreds of years, can you not be tender?"

"You don't like baby faces." Miss Siren was thoughtful. "Then what type do you prefer, the little detective type?"

"Well, forget it. Mostly black hair. I like that color better," Ursula said after a moment's thought.Because of the influence of her previous life, although she can still appreciate blonde and red-haired handsome men, but in terms of preference, dark hair is more pleasing to the eye.

Of course, girls look good with any color of hair.In this age when no chemical hair dyes were invented, fashionable teenagers and girls could have blonde hair.The natural black gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

Horrible habits, she thought, looking at her black hair in the mirror.

"That means you like handsome black-haired guys. It's true that you don't have much feelings for my Hani. You have such brilliant blonde hair, but you haven't even looked at him." Miss Siren recalled.

"Hahaha..." Ursula suddenly remembered that Eric could actually hear what they were saying upstairs, and smiled awkwardly.He obviously warned Miss Siren just now, but he got carried away as soon as the chat got excited.

After talking here, Miss Siren suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, sweetheart, you just asked me on the phone if the tree in Little Al's is the same, what's the matter?"

"I was taken away this time and participated in a sacrificial activity. The power they used to drive the altar is the same as the driving material you gave me as a doll." Ursula looked at the sea witch who was also skilled in her job. "It's the crystal tree."

"Do you know where old Mr. Manner got this tree?" asked Ursula.She originally planned to call Mr. Little Mannay to talk with him in two days, but since Miss Siren mentioned...

"He just robbed someone of the tree of life of a sea country." Miss Siren continued to shake her legs and said. "However, it is an archipelago at the junction of the foreign world and the human world. Every island has a tree, so it is not particularly unusual."

"Sea Country?" Ursula paid another homage to old Mr. Manner. "That group of mermaids is not easy to deal with. What a warrior."

Those mermaids who claim to be the people of the sea country are not quite the same as ordinary mermaids. They are elves evolved from humans in the legendary Atlantis and other sunken countries.

They consider themselves to be higher than natural mermaids, and think that they are bestowed by the gods.

"Who said no? Otherwise, my sister wouldn't have taken a fancy to him. It's a pity that she gave birth to a son." She complained. "Because of gender, the sea monster's talent inheritance is not enough, and he can't inherit the position of patriarch or sea witch. The worst thing is that I have to come and see this silly boy!"

Ursula could only pretend not to hear this plainly domestic complaint.

After the other party repeatedly asked her to express her opinion, she repeated perfunctorily, yes, you are right, and I praised her a bit.

Seeing Ursula pretending to be stupid, after complaining a few words, Miss Siren abruptly changed the subject, raising her voice and emphasizing her tone: "So, the little detective is cute as a black-haired boy, isn't he?"

"Yeah! Huh? Hello!" Ursula replied subconsciously before realizing something was wrong.

So, when she went downstairs wearing an extraordinarily gorgeous dress, she saw a guy who was too happy to see him laughing, not very Sherlock Holmes.

"Don't be complacent." Ursula poked Eric. "Not just black hair, but black eyes, you know! Guys with silver eyes."

"May I tie a bow tie?" Little Holmes shook the bow tie in his hand after listening to the speech that was intended to be concealed, and barely restrained the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ursula, blushing, snatched it away and tied it on his collar. "Please don't laugh like that, you are not reserved at all."

"Then, can this reserved and dignified lady wear a bow tie for your fiancé from now on?" Eric's crow-feather eyelashes fluttered, half covered his silver eyes, and looked down at the witch who was half a head shorter than him. Miss.

"It seems that you don't understand what a probationary period is, young man." Ursula laughed, and she tightened her bow tie all at once, while Holmes played the role of pain in an exaggerated way.

Miss Witch took a look at his expression, and suddenly became terrified, so she simply pulled the black-haired boy who was much taller than herself closer to her in this posture.

This is a distance that can be felt by each other's breathing. It is so close that she can even clearly feel the sudden tension of the muscles under the other's suit and leather shoes.

Her small reflection was imprinted in those silver-gray eyes as cold as moonlight.

Even though it was only a few seconds, little Sherlock Holmes felt as if he had been still for half a century.

Taking advantage of this gesture, Ursula lightly touched their foreheads.Amidst Eric Holmes' surprised expression, there was a very witchy, successful prank laugh.

"Didn't you... think I'm going to kiss you?" Miss Witch, who had suddenly revealed her little devil's character, smiled as she pressed the young detective's forehead. "Mr. who is still in the pursuit period~"

"Ready, kids?"

Dr. Watson's voice came from the door. He and Sherlock were going to attend concerts in other halls of the theater, and a carriage happened to be leaving together.

Straightened up, little Holmes touched his forehead, glanced at Ursu who was interrupted by his uncle after the shocking words he had made, and blushed immediately, turning his head to Ursu, pretending to be concentrating on arranging his skirt La, smiled with great pleasure.

He held out his arm, beckoning to her, and Ursula took it lightly.

"Please, Miss Watson."

The two of them walked out the door together, and when Miss Kraken, who had been staying on the second floor, opened the window and leaned out, shouting, "Come on, sweetheart. The new product is up to you to bring the goods", got into the carriage, and went to the parents together. Theater departure.