Chapter 77
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Chapter 77
TL: KSD
The truth that had been hiding in the shadows revealed itself in the form of a woman.
The brighter the darkness, the brighter Holmes eyes shone, directly confronting the criminal.
The culprit of the Automaton Murder Case is none other than you!
Lady Rosa Luxemburg!
Side EPAutomaton Murder Case
The outside of the mansion was noisy with loud shouts.
The automatons who had attended the Automaton, Mr. Smiths, funeral had already begun their march through the streets of London, holding his portrait, and the mounted police from the Metropolitan Police Service had embarked on a brutal suppression to stop the rebellion of the machines.
No one yet knows what word history will use to describe todays turmoil. History belongs to the victor, so the right to name today lies with the victor of the future. Depending on who that is, todays name will change.
Revolution, rebellion, uprising, dispute, riot, reaction, protest, or
Massacre.
Until that name is decided, todays incident is without title. I have belatedly come to realize how narrow a concept history can be at this moment.
The moment it is captured and defined by any observer, history becomes not a phenomenon but a record. Therefore, the truth of history exists only in the present.
Thus, as an observer experiencing today at Kents mansion, I, John Hamish Watson, hope to witness the truth through my dear friend, Sherlock Holmes
All that is happening today,
namely, the automatons, enraged by injustice, bursting into the streets, and the public authorities, unable to tolerate such injustice, turning the streets red with blood-
It was simply astonishing that all of this originated from the ambition and schemes of one woman.
Lady Rosa Luxemburg.
Sherlock said.
You murdered your automaton lover, Mr. Smith, and then you asked me to find the murderer. As I investigated the case, the more I became convinced that you were the culprit, the more perplexed I was. Why would a lady like you ask to reveal her own crime? The answer is
Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
To turn the Automaton Murder Case into a murder case.
Lady Rosa Luxemburgs gentle smile seemed to deny her crime, but her cruel and determined eyes confidently admitted her deed.
Therefore, even as Sherlock Holmes deduction continued right in front of her, she looked at Sherlock with a mysterious expression, as if challenging him to go on.
The Automaton Murder Case is not a murder case. Because automatons are not humans. So, you borrowed my reputation to advertise it to the whole world.
Londons greatest detective is investigating the Automaton Murder Case! However, unable to overcome the incompetent polices lukewarm response, how will this story end? Will the great detective Sherlock Holmes overcome the police and find the culprit of the Automaton Murder Case?
That was a very successful marketing. Before long, everyone in London came to think of automatons as subjects of murder. Even the automatons themselves!
You think highly of yourself, Mr. Holmes.
A detective always speaks only the truth, madam.
Even as I, a mere writer, was tensely petrified, the two of them conversed calmly as if enjoying a refined fencing match.
Since the police and the automaton protesters were clashing head-on outside the mansion, I flinched every time I heard someones scream or the sound of destruction.
On the other hand, Lady Rosa Luxemburg, who always seemed to be grieving her husband,
The young lioness, with her ruff collar decorated in Baroque style raised like a lions mane,
Stood tall and looked down upon us, straightening her sturdy waist. It was then that I finally realized that Lady Rosa Luxemburg was significantly taller than me.
It was clearly a strange affair.
As a doctor proficient in anatomy, I realized that Lady Rosa Luxemburgs body proportions were completely outside the normal range.
And my judgment was soon proven correct.
How strange
Lady Rosa Luxemburg revealed her sharp claws. Her forearm, made of brass and steel, gears and all, stretched out from under her sleeve as if yawning.
Lady Rosa Luxemburg, with her fingernails made of sharp blades, revealed her intentions while grooming them with seductive movements.
They speak, think, move, and can love. Then why does everyone consider them not to be human? Even they themselves
Are you speaking of automatons, madam?
It could be the automatons, or it could be the slaves with black hair from Africa and America, or even those yellow-skinned people from the distant East. Of course, my favorite are the automatons
Shockingly, her love could also be visually confirmed. The dress she had naturally let flow down, inflated in size, revealed a torso replaced by machinery and a heart throbbing within.
Good Lord
Dont be afraid, gentlemen. Angels are supposed to look terrifying.
Lady Rosa Luxemburg, with a stuttering step back from Sherlock and me, slowly approached us, justifying her crimes.
Someone might misunderstand Gu Yuna as being insolent for bringing her writing to her sister, who had talked about giving up writing, and asking, Did I do well? But anyone who really knows Gu Yuna wouldnt fall for such a malicious and heretical interpretation.
To correctly analyze Gu Yunas actions and psychology
Sis, Ive been working hard writing this book, so could you please praise me and, just by seeing how earnest I am, continue to write novels in the future?
Its closer to this.
Isnt that the heart of an angel? Indeed, theres no such thing as a bad Gu Yuna.
Its not like Gu Yubin doesnt know that.
Why were you so prickly with your sister?
Instead of answering, Gu Yubin just chuckled.
Thats unexpected.
What is?
I thought if you were going to get involved, it would be when Yunas book was being criticized. I was prepared to argue with you, thinking youd jump in like a knight in shining armor to defend Yuna, but you stayed quiet till the end?
How utterly frustrating.
I responded with a smile, urging Gu Yubin, who was waiting for my reply with an expectant look, to continue.
Well it will also serve as fertilizer for Yuna.
Fertilizer?
Yes. Fertilizer for becoming a good novelist.
A novelist shouldnt grow in a greenhouse. Writing is, after all, meant to be shown to others. Just like how its difficult to attain enlightenment through decades of secluded training and wall-gazing alone.
A novelist must emerge standing tall through the bloody seas and mountains of criticism, breaking others writings and being broken by others critiques.
This is proven by the path treaded by me and Gu Yuna, who have dominated poetry contests while roaming the martial world since our childhood.
Naturally, if I hadnt been intent on making Gu Yuna strong, I wouldnt have let Gu Yubin off easily.
From the moment I saw Gu Yunas shoulders trembling earlier, I tried to leave Gu Yubins room, controlling the murderous intent rising within me.
But a single word from Gu Yubin stopped me in my tracks.
Is that so? Then dont do that.
What?
Turning around, I see Gu Yubin still smiling cheerfully.
Wearing a mask-like smile, Gu Yubin says,
Didnt you ask earlier? Why I was being harsh to Yuna?
Thats because I dont want Yuna to become a novelist.
I froze solid.
What did Gu Yubin, this person, just say
Novels are tough, right? You dont make money, obsess over trivial things, live in misery, ruin your life
Ha.
Yuna wants to become a novelist now, partly because she had no friends when she was younger, but also because she admired successful novelists she saw.
Dad, you, and me. She just wants to emulate the role models she has seen. If her role models were idols, she probably would have wanted to be an idol, right?
Its just a shallow dream of that level. So, Mr. Literary Author, dont take a childs whims too seriously and let Yuna be.
Gu Yubin said with a smile.
Youre different from Yuna; youre a successful novelist, arent you?
At that moment, my patience dried up. Somewhere inside me, the thread holding my sanity snapped.
And yet, this feels strangely familiar.
Right. This is Gu Yubin. Merciless, relentless, proud, and always ready to thoughtlessly tear into others lives Now I finally feel like Gu Yubin is the Gu Yubin I knew.
The illusion created by Gu Yubins resemblance to the Gu Yuna I knew has been stripped away.
Returning to the version of myself who used to deal with Gu Yubin, I smiled in a way similar to Gu Yubin and opened my mouth.
Is that because our esteemed author Gu Yubin quit writing out of jealousy towards me?
Gu Yubins mask shattered.
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Chapter 77
TL: KSD
The truth that had been hiding in the shadows revealed itself in the form of a woman.
The brighter the darkness, the brighter Holmes eyes shone, directly confronting the criminal.
The culprit of the Automaton Murder Case is none other than you!
Lady Rosa Luxemburg!
Side EPAutomaton Murder Case
The outside of the mansion was noisy with loud shouts.
The automatons who had attended the Automaton, Mr. Smiths, funeral had already begun their march through the streets of London, holding his portrait, and the mounted police from the Metropolitan Police Service had embarked on a brutal suppression to stop the rebellion of the machines.
No one yet knows what word history will use to describe todays turmoil. History belongs to the victor, so the right to name today lies with the victor of the future. Depending on who that is, todays name will change.
Revolution, rebellion, uprising, dispute, riot, reaction, protest, or
Massacre.
Until that name is decided, todays incident is without title. I have belatedly come to realize how narrow a concept history can be at this moment.
The moment it is captured and defined by any observer, history becomes not a phenomenon but a record. Therefore, the truth of history exists only in the present.
Thus, as an observer experiencing today at Kents mansion, I, John Hamish Watson, hope to witness the truth through my dear friend, Sherlock Holmes
All that is happening today,
namely, the automatons, enraged by injustice, bursting into the streets, and the public authorities, unable to tolerate such injustice, turning the streets red with blood-
It was simply astonishing that all of this originated from the ambition and schemes of one woman.
Lady Rosa Luxemburg.
Sherlock said.
You murdered your automaton lover, Mr. Smith, and then you asked me to find the murderer. As I investigated the case, the more I became convinced that you were the culprit, the more perplexed I was. Why would a lady like you ask to reveal her own crime? The answer is
Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
To turn the Automaton Murder Case into a murder case.
Lady Rosa Luxemburgs gentle smile seemed to deny her crime, but her cruel and determined eyes confidently admitted her deed.
Therefore, even as Sherlock Holmes deduction continued right in front of her, she looked at Sherlock with a mysterious expression, as if challenging him to go on.
The Automaton Murder Case is not a murder case. Because automatons are not humans. So, you borrowed my reputation to advertise it to the whole world.
Londons greatest detective is investigating the Automaton Murder Case! However, unable to overcome the incompetent polices lukewarm response, how will this story end? Will the great detective Sherlock Holmes overcome the police and find the culprit of the Automaton Murder Case?
That was a very successful marketing. Before long, everyone in London came to think of automatons as subjects of murder. Even the automatons themselves!
You think highly of yourself, Mr. Holmes.
A detective always speaks only the truth, madam.
Even as I, a mere writer, was tensely petrified, the two of them conversed calmly as if enjoying a refined fencing match.
Since the police and the automaton protesters were clashing head-on outside the mansion, I flinched every time I heard someones scream or the sound of destruction.
On the other hand, Lady Rosa Luxemburg, who always seemed to be grieving her husband,
The young lioness, with her ruff collar decorated in Baroque style raised like a lions mane,
Stood tall and looked down upon us, straightening her sturdy waist. It was then that I finally realized that Lady Rosa Luxemburg was significantly taller than me.
It was clearly a strange affair.
As a doctor proficient in anatomy, I realized that Lady Rosa Luxemburgs body proportions were completely outside the normal range.
And my judgment was soon proven correct.
How strange
Lady Rosa Luxemburg revealed her sharp claws. Her forearm, made of brass and steel, gears and all, stretched out from under her sleeve as if yawning.
Lady Rosa Luxemburg, with her fingernails made of sharp blades, revealed her intentions while grooming them with seductive movements.
They speak, think, move, and can love. Then why does everyone consider them not to be human? Even they themselves
Are you speaking of automatons, madam?
It could be the automatons, or it could be the slaves with black hair from Africa and America, or even those yellow-skinned people from the distant East. Of course, my favorite are the automatons
Shockingly, her love could also be visually confirmed. The dress she had naturally let flow down, inflated in size, revealed a torso replaced by machinery and a heart throbbing within.
Good Lord
Dont be afraid, gentlemen. Angels are supposed to look terrifying.
Lady Rosa Luxemburg, with a stuttering step back from Sherlock and me, slowly approached us, justifying her crimes.
Someone might misunderstand Gu Yuna as being insolent for bringing her writing to her sister, who had talked about giving up writing, and asking, Did I do well? But anyone who really knows Gu Yuna wouldnt fall for such a malicious and heretical interpretation.
To correctly analyze Gu Yunas actions and psychology
Sis, Ive been working hard writing this book, so could you please praise me and, just by seeing how earnest I am, continue to write novels in the future?
Its closer to this.
Isnt that the heart of an angel? Indeed, theres no such thing as a bad Gu Yuna.
Its not like Gu Yubin doesnt know that.
Why were you so prickly with your sister?
Instead of answering, Gu Yubin just chuckled.
Thats unexpected.
What is?
I thought if you were going to get involved, it would be when Yunas book was being criticized. I was prepared to argue with you, thinking youd jump in like a knight in shining armor to defend Yuna, but you stayed quiet till the end?
How utterly frustrating.
I responded with a smile, urging Gu Yubin, who was waiting for my reply with an expectant look, to continue.
Well it will also serve as fertilizer for Yuna.
Fertilizer?
Yes. Fertilizer for becoming a good novelist.
A novelist shouldnt grow in a greenhouse. Writing is, after all, meant to be shown to others. Just like how its difficult to attain enlightenment through decades of secluded training and wall-gazing alone.
A novelist must emerge standing tall through the bloody seas and mountains of criticism, breaking others writings and being broken by others critiques.
This is proven by the path treaded by me and Gu Yuna, who have dominated poetry contests while roaming the martial world since our childhood.
Naturally, if I hadnt been intent on making Gu Yuna strong, I wouldnt have let Gu Yubin off easily.
From the moment I saw Gu Yunas shoulders trembling earlier, I tried to leave Gu Yubins room, controlling the murderous intent rising within me.
But a single word from Gu Yubin stopped me in my tracks.
Is that so? Then dont do that.
What?
Turning around, I see Gu Yubin still smiling cheerfully.
Wearing a mask-like smile, Gu Yubin says,
Didnt you ask earlier? Why I was being harsh to Yuna?
Thats because I dont want Yuna to become a novelist.
I froze solid.
What did Gu Yubin, this person, just say
Novels are tough, right? You dont make money, obsess over trivial things, live in misery, ruin your life
Ha.
Yuna wants to become a novelist now, partly because she had no friends when she was younger, but also because she admired successful novelists she saw.
Dad, you, and me. She just wants to emulate the role models she has seen. If her role models were idols, she probably would have wanted to be an idol, right?
Its just a shallow dream of that level. So, Mr. Literary Author, dont take a childs whims too seriously and let Yuna be.
Gu Yubin said with a smile.
Youre different from Yuna; youre a successful novelist, arent you?
At that moment, my patience dried up. Somewhere inside me, the thread holding my sanity snapped.
And yet, this feels strangely familiar.
Right. This is Gu Yubin. Merciless, relentless, proud, and always ready to thoughtlessly tear into others lives Now I finally feel like Gu Yubin is the Gu Yubin I knew.
The illusion created by Gu Yubins resemblance to the Gu Yuna I knew has been stripped away.
Returning to the version of myself who used to deal with Gu Yubin, I smiled in a way similar to Gu Yubin and opened my mouth.
Is that because our esteemed author Gu Yubin quit writing out of jealousy towards me?
Gu Yubins mask shattered.
*****
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Chapter 77TL: KSDThe truth that had been hiding in the shadows revealed itself in the form of a woman.The brighter the darkness, the brighter Holmes eyes shone, directly confronting the criminal.The culprit of the Automaton Murder Case is none other than you!Lady Rosa Luxemburg!Side EPAutomaton Murder CaseThe outside of the mansion was noisy with loud shouts.The automatons who had attended the Automaton, Mr. Smiths, funeral had already begun their march through the streets of London, holding his portrait, and the mounted police from the Metropolitan Police Service had embarked on a brutal suppression to stop the rebellion of the machines.No one yet knows what word history will use to describe todays turmoil. History belongs to the victor, so the right to name today lies with the victor of the future. Depending on who that is, todays name will change.Revolution, rebellion, uprising, dispute, riot, reaction, protest, orMassacre.Until that name is decided, todays incident is without title. I have belatedly come to realize how narrow a concept history can be at this moment.The moment it is captured and defined by any observer, history becomes not a phenomenon but a record. Therefore, the truth of history exists only in the present.Thus, as an observer experiencing today at Kents mansion, I, John Hamish Watson, hope to witness the truth through my dear friend, Sherlock HolmesAll that is happening today,namely, the automatons, enraged by injustice, bursting into the streets, and the public authorities, unable to tolerate such injustice, turning the streets red with blood-It was simply astonishing that all of this originated from the ambition and schemes of one woman.Lady Rosa Luxemburg.Sherlock said.You murdered your automaton lover, Mr. Smith, and then you asked me to find the murderer. As I investigated the case, the more I became convinced that you were the culprit, the more perplexed I was. Why would a lady like you ask to reveal her own crime? The answer isUpdated from novelbIn.comTo turn the Automaton Murder Case into a murder case.Lady Rosa Luxemburgs gentle smile seemed to deny her crime, but her cruel and determined eyes confidently admitted her deed.Therefore, even as Sherlock Holmes deduction continued right in front of her, she looked at Sherlock with a mysterious expression, as if challenging him to go on.The Automaton Murder Case is not a murder case. Because automatons are not humans. So, you borrowed my reputation to advertise it to the whole world.Londons greatest detective is investigating the Automaton Murder Case! However, unable to overcome the incompetent polices lukewarm response, how will this story end? Will the great detective Sherlock Holmes overcome the police and find the culprit of the Automaton Murder Case?That was a very successful marketing. Before long, everyone in London came to think of automatons as subjects of murder. Even the automatons themselves!You think highly of yourself, Mr. Holmes.A detective always speaks only the truth, madam.Even as I, a mere writer, was tensely petrified, the two of them conversed calmly as if enjoying a refined fencing match.Since the police and the automaton protesters were clashing head-on outside the mansion, I flinched every time I heard someones scream or the sound of destruction.On the other hand, Lady Rosa Luxemburg, who always seemed to be grieving her husband,The young lioness, with her ruff collar decorated in Baroque style raised like a lions mane,Stood tall and looked down upon us, straightening her sturdy waist. It was then that I finally realized that Lady Rosa Luxemburg was significantly taller than me.It was clearly a strange affair.As a doctor proficient in anatomy, I realized that Lady Rosa Luxemburgs body proportions were completely outside the normal range.And my judgment was soon proven correct.How strangeLady Rosa Luxemburg revealed her sharp claws. Her forearm, made of brass and steel, gears and all, stretched out from under her sleeve as if yawning.Lady Rosa Luxemburg, with her fingernails made of sharp blades, revealed her intentions while grooming them with seductive movements.They speak, think, move, and can love. Then why does everyone consider them not to be human? Even they themselvesAre you speaking of automatons, madam?It could be the automatons, or it could be the slaves with black hair from Africa and America, or even those yellow-skinned people from the distant East. Of course, my favorite are the automatonsShockingly, her love could also be visually confirmed. The dress she had naturally let flow down, inflated in size, revealed a torso replaced by machinery and a heart throbbing within.Good LordDont be afraid, gentlemen. Angels are supposed to look terrifying.Lady Rosa Luxemburg, with a stuttering step back from Sherlock and me, slowly approached us, justifying her crimes.Someone might misunderstand Gu Yuna as being insolent for bringing her writing to her sister, who had talked about giving up writing, and asking, Did I do well? But anyone who really knows Gu Yuna wouldnt fall for such a malicious and heretical interpretation.To correctly analyze Gu Yunas actions and psychologySis, Ive been working hard writing this book, so could you please praise me and, just by seeing how earnest I am, continue to write novels in the future?Its closer to this.Isnt that the heart of an angel? Indeed, theres no such thing as a bad Gu Yuna.Its not like Gu Yubin doesnt know that.Why were you so prickly with your sister?Instead of answering, Gu Yubin just chuckled.Thats unexpected.What is?I thought if you were going to get involved, it would be when Yunas book was being criticized. I was prepared to argue with you, thinking youd jump in like a knight in shining armor to defend Yuna, but you stayed quiet till the end?How utterly frustrating.I responded with a smile, urging Gu Yubin, who was waiting for my reply with an expectant look, to continue.Well it will also serve as fertilizer for Yuna.Fertilizer?Yes. Fertilizer for becoming a good novelist.A novelist shouldnt grow in a greenhouse. Writing is, after all, meant to be shown to others. Just like how its difficult to attain enlightenment through decades of secluded training and wall-gazing alone.A novelist must emerge standing tall through the bloody seas and mountains of criticism, breaking others writings and being broken by others critiques.This is proven by the path treaded by me and Gu Yuna, who have dominated poetry contests while roaming the martial world since our childhood.Naturally, if I hadnt been intent on making Gu Yuna strong, I wouldnt have let Gu Yubin off easily.From the moment I saw Gu Yunas shoulders trembling earlier, I tried to leave Gu Yubins room, controlling the murderous intent rising within me.But a single word from Gu Yubin stopped me in my tracks.Is that so? Then dont do that.What?Turning around, I see Gu Yubin still smiling cheerfully.Wearing a mask-like smile, Gu Yubin says,Didnt you ask earlier? Why I was being harsh to Yuna?Thats because I dont want Yuna to become a novelist.I froze solid.What did Gu Yubin, this person, just sayNovels are tough, right? You dont make money, obsess over trivial things, live in misery, ruin your lifeHa.Yuna wants to become a novelist now, partly because she had no friends when she was younger, but also because she admired successful novelists she saw.Dad, you, and me. She just wants to emulate the role models she has seen. If her role models were idols, she probably would have wanted to be an idol, right?Its just a shallow dream of that level. So, Mr. Literary Author, dont take a childs whims too seriously and let Yuna be.Gu Yubin said with a smile.Youre different from Yuna; youre a successful novelist, arent you?At that moment, my patience dried up. Somewhere inside me, the thread holding my sanity snapped.And yet, this feels strangely familiar.Right. This is Gu Yubin. Merciless, relentless, proud, and always ready to thoughtlessly tear into others lives Now I finally feel like Gu Yubin is the Gu Yubin I knew.The illusion created by Gu Yubins resemblance to the Gu Yuna I knew has been stripped away.Returning to the version of myself who used to deal with Gu Yubin, I smiled in a way similar to Gu Yubin and opened my mouth.Is that because our esteemed author Gu Yubin quit writing out of jealousy towards me?Gu Yubins mask shattered.*****If you are enjoying this novel, please consider reviewing and rating it at Novelupdates. Thanks! Join our Discord to receive latest chapter announcements or to report mistakes: https://discord.gg/GGKyZWDuZM
