Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

The next day, Ursula, who felt that she had successfully defeated Holmes, woke up refreshed.

Humming to the tune of "London Bridge is falling down~", she hopped downstairs with her skirt in hand, and pushed open the door of the restaurant with a smile.

"Yo, good morning master!"

Wigginson of the demon army was sitting cross-legged on the dining table, fiddling with something, when he heard the sound of the door opening, he tilted his head against his face with blue stubble and greeted her.

"Collapse!"

Ursula accentuated her words sharply.

Whoa!

A bridge made of large and small stones on the dining table was scattered, and many of them rolled and fell off the dining table and fell to the floor.

Ursula stooped to pick up a round stone that had rolled to her feet, and examined it in the palm of her hand.

A gray common stone that can be seen everywhere.

"What are you doing out in the daytime? You've lived enough for hundreds of years, and you want to have a death date with the sun?" She looked at the demon knight angrily.

"The master-husband asked me to come!" Wigginson jumped off the table aggrievedly, and began to pick up stones scattered everywhere. "Say he's not here all day, let me help you."

"Eric?" Ursula frowned even more. "Has he gone out?"

"No, I left before dawn." Wigginson saw that there were too many stones falling, so he simply took his helmet to hold them.

Ursula thought for a while, then turned her head to look at the time on the clock, and then at the demon knights who were usually active when the moon was dark and the wind was high, and finally found something wrong.

"That is to say, he went to search the city of London in the middle of the night, caught you, and after bringing you back, he ran out again before dawn?"

"It's roughly like this." Wigginson lay on the ground and struggled to reach a small stone that had rolled to the back of the chest of drawers.

"We did a trip to Stonehenge, though."

Ursula stood behind him, watching the other party's buttocks raised because of the lying down, and silently looked away, trying to resist the urge to kick him.

She recalled her rest time last night, and found that Eric hadn't slept all night.

Ursula covered her face and began to examine whether she had teased the other party too much yesterday.

However, Demon Knight's next sentence immediately dispelled her thoughts and raised the cordon against Eric again.

"The master husband said that these stones picked up from the projection of Stonehenge in the fairy world will be used to arrange the fairy ring."

"Fairy Ring, who is it?" Ursula asked blankly.

"I don't know. Anyway, let me take it back first." Wigginson was still struggling to reach the stone. The power of the sun during the day, coupled with the magic suppression set by the elves and witches in the apartment, he had no way to use magic power to fish it out. come out.

Ursula couldn't stand it any longer, and snapped her fingers.

Several brown goblins wearing small aprons appeared in the air with a snap.

They rubbed their eyes and looked like they had just woken up.After looking at the dirty scene in the room because of the soil and dust on the stones, he screamed and cleaned up quickly.

They are the kind of elves that Eric found in the oldest shoe shop in London, and they will help the owner with housework.

One of the smallest little guys trotted up to Wigginson's head, hooked his fingers, and the small stone that was deeply attached to the wall immediately danced and jumped out and landed on the demon knight's hand.

"It's so convenient. I want to raise two." The demon knight stood up and looked at the floor that became clean in an instant.

The stones they picked up were also washed clean, and a pyramid shape was built on the dining table.

Oh, by the way, a piece of coarse cloth was thoughtfully placed under the pyramid so as not to ruin the new muslin tablecloth.

"In the dark clouds?" Ursula sat down at the table and poured herself a cup of the elf's new coffee.

She added half a cup of milk before stopping, took a sip in satisfaction, and raised her eyes to look at the demon sitting on the opposite chair with perfect etiquette after finally remembering that she was a knight.

"Did Eric tell you what to do with me today?"

"No." He recalled last night when little Sherlock Holmes kicked open the gate of their demon lair in the different space above Big Ben and got him out, and pouted.

"Then take another trip to Goblin Land with me!" said Ursula, stirring the coffee with a small silver spoon.

"Still running? It's broad daylight!"

The demon knight looked very unhappy. It was not a comfortable thing for him to open the gate at this time.If he could use his magic power casually, he wouldn't just lie on his stomach and pick up stones by himself.

Ursula stood up, took a bottle of potion from a chest of drawers, and threw it at him. "Here, this is enough for you to replenish your demons."

The opponent caught it neatly with one hand and looked at the light.

"The juice of the moonlight flower. Ha, as expected of a woodland witch, it's really generous. But I don't think one bottle is enough."

Ursula looked at the demon knight whose scar had healed and forgot the pain with kind eyes.

"Huh?" She whispered a single word softly.

"It's nothing, thank you master, that's enough." Wigginson counseled in seconds.

"Open the door now. We'll go early and come back early." Ursula dug out a small satchel, packed some bread into it.

After the Demon Knight carefully filled half a bottle of potion, he put on the black helmet again.

He made a movement of twisting the handle in the air, and a gap flowing with phantom light gradually grew larger with his movement.

"Please~Master." The black knight saluted, moved away from the radiant gate light curtain, and invited.

"Wait a minute." Ursula tore out a hair of her own with pain, found a card and wrapped it around. After she left a message on it, she inserted a thumbtack into the wall of the living room, which was specially used to hang these things. on cork board.

This is as the coordinates of his return from another world, and it is also just in case it can make it easier for Eric to find his own positioning items.

"So cautious. Master. It's really sad that you don't trust me." The demon knight said in a strange voice with his face stuffed into his helmet.

Miss Witch narrowed her eyes, and suddenly took out a dagger.

"What are you doing? It's right to be cautious! That's right! This is how you should be on guard against a bad monster like me." He took a sharp step back.

"Take off the helmet," Ursula ordered very gently.

"What are you doing?" said the Demon Knight fearfully.

"It's nothing, it's just that your stubble is too ugly. I don't like it." The witch smiled and rolled her eyes, and approached him step by step under the desperate eyes of the demon.

……

"Stop pretending to cry." Ursula cast a disgusted glance at Wigginson, who was three meters away from her, sobbing. "Lead the way quickly."

"You don't understand! A beard is my face, my prestige!" The demon, who had turned into a baby face again, held his head and sobbed.

"Quick!" The witch rolled her eyes.

"That's it." He wailed and said.

Ursula looked up.

The two of them are now walking on a forest path in the land of goblins. Ursula provides the location, and the demon knight leads the way. The goal is to find the spring water stepped by Pegasus.This spring is called the fountain of artistic inspiration, second only to the fountain of muses blessed by the gods in the depths of the goblin land.

Ursula was looking for it to add a short-term artistic personality to herself.She felt that this commission might need to be mixed into the major art salons in London. To be on the safe side, it was better to make preparations in advance.

"Are you sure you're here?"

The demon knight pulled a vine that was dishonestly trying to get entangled around his neck. "I mean, the whereabouts of the Pegasus are so erratic, how can you be so sure that they have been here?"

Because she raised the horse, and she also watched the other party step out of the spring water.Ursula said inwardly, but out of consideration for Tenma's safety, she didn't tell him about it.

After all, this guy is a demon knight who is keen to catch the soul of the best steed horse from other herdsmen, running all night and exhausting the other party to death. For a young little Pegasus, he is too dangerous.

"Because I am your master, master knows everything." Miss Witch said calmly.

"Ah, it's here." The demon waved away a layer of wet clouds, revealing a small pool with a rainbow hanging. "Hey, there is really water."

Ursula stepped forward, checked the cracked rock beside the spring, and nodded.

That stone was cracked by the little pegasus back then, and the spring water spewed out from it at that time, pouring a chill on the defenseless her.

Ursula took a deep breath, drew down the hood of her cloak, and clasped her hands, fingers, in a gesture of prayer.

Rarely solemn.

She closed her eyes and faced the softer sun in the other world, reciting: "Let ordinary people praise the chaff, and may Apollo grant me to drink from the holy fountain of inspiration." (Quoted from Shakespeare's "Venus and Apollo") Donny)

Through the clouds and mists that have been lingering in the land of fairies for thousands of years, the sun seemed to brighten up.Ursula opened her eyes and drank the clear spring water in her hand.

The prayer went very smoothly, maybe it was because of the invisible laurel hair crown on her head, but she really borrowed a little bit of power from the god who had already gone to another world.

Feeling the sudden and unusually sober mind, Ursula put on the hood again in satisfaction, turned her head and greeted the demon knight.

"You can go back."

"..." Wigginson froze for a moment, then slowly agreed, "Oh, yes."

"You actually prayed to Apollo? Aren't you a witch?" On the way back, the other party held back for a long time, and finally asked such a question when he was about to leave the boundary gate.

"Medea is also called a witch by the world now, but she is still a priest in the temple of Goddess Hecate." Ursula glanced at it and joined the demon army hundreds of years ago. She didn't know if her life was too short. Still really uneducated Wigginson.

"So you are also a priest?" the demon knight asked.

"Now that the temple has collapsed and turned into a tourist attraction for human beings, where are the sacrifices? However, to be honest, I prefer the name witch to witch." The girl's face was covered by a wide hood, only You can see the corners of the mouth slightly raised, looking extremely mysterious.

But in my heart, it’s more cool to be a magical girl than a witch! Well, a magical girl is called a witch for short, there’s nothing wrong with it.

"..." After hearing Ursula's words, the demon knight fell silent for some reason.

In this way, they quietly returned to the present world.

It was already dark in London, because the flow of time was different in the two times, so it was already midnight.

Ursula and the Demon Rider landed in an alley off Baker Street.

"Your positioning is too biased." Ursula put away her cloak and complained.

"It's because the boundary of your house is too large. I thought it's okay to open the boundary gate from the inside because of the contract with you, but it can't be done from the outside." He suddenly remembered something when he said this. "Wait, why can we locate you when we arrest you to go to the perfume house?"

"Guess~"

Miss Witch glanced at the foolish demon knight with a smile, turned her head and walked towards Baker Street under his resentful eyes that you actually fished and enforced the law.

It was really late at this time, she looked at the hazy moon, and couldn't help speeding up her pace.

Not sure if Eric was back, Ursula looked down at the road and thought, she turned the corner of a building, and she would be on the main road of Baker Street in a moment.

boom!

A passerby who was also hurrying came trotting from another direction, and bumped into Ursula who was busy on the road.

"Ha, sorry miss."

It was a young man. He grabbed the hand of Ursula who was knocked back and pulled her back with a little force.

However, her inertia prevented her from stopping at the right time, and instead plunged into the opponent's arms.

Ursula struggled to hold her nose, which was sore by the opponent's strong chest, and raised her head.

I saw this young man with a fashionable little goatee, dressed as a worker, and his eyes were bright and energetic.

She struggled a bit, trying to stand up straight.But the other party not only didn't let go without knowing it, but hugged him even tighter.

The young man hugged the red-nosed girl affectionately, and grinned cheerfully: "Hello, beautiful lady. Let me meet you. My name is Escot, and I'm a plumber."

"..."

Hearing this name and reading it hundreds of times in the last world, the DNA of Ursula, the tenth-level Sherlock Holmes fangirl, Watson, who almost recited the entire set of original works, moved.

She gritted her teeth and looked up at the smiling guy: "You scumbag!"