Becoming Professor Moriarty’s Probability

"... Tsk."

At the end of the weekend, the warm morning sunlight had finally made its appearance in the city of London.

"What’s up with the sunlight being so blinding this early in the morning..."

For the residents of London, who had seen a sharp drop in temperature due to the sudden influx of monsters, this warm sunlight was welcoming. However, there was one woman who found this welcoming sight to be nothing short of an eyesore.

"Normally, it wouldn’t have been this bright..."

That woman was none other than Rachel Watson, on her way to her consultation room at the hospital with a gloomy expression.

Until recently, she had been filled with happiness at the thought of becoming a married woman, having already submitted her marriage registration form.

"...Even if it warms up now, it won't make me feel any better."

The reason behind her glum mood was that the of her fiancé, Neville, which she had believed would definitely arrive by this weekend, was nowhere in sight.