I Possessed an Academy Without a Protagonist

Episode 44. traitor(2)

“This is Schlus Heinkel. My attendant must be in the president’s quarters, so please give me a message.”

“Yes. Please tell me.”

First, I stopped by the main gate of Imperial University and asked the guard a favor.

I had something to tell Emilia.

It was an hour round trip from the main gate to the boarding house of the president, so we had no choice but to save time.

“Tell me that I may not be able to come in tonight.”

“I’ll tell you exactly that.”

I might be up all night tonight.

I have a plan to go to the Imperial Palace tomorrow, so I don’t want to stay up all night…

I couldn’t help it.

Unless you don’t want the spy agency to be destroyed and the kingdom to fall apart.

“f*ck… how did this happen…”

I started running again towards the old town.

In the original, this episode was too light and even comical.

It was an episode where a traitor who was falling for the Empire’s sweet proposal and trying to splurge with the intelligence agency’s data was caught by the Hurt Locker and beaten up happily.

It was purely a contrived situation created to show the overwhelming power of the Hurt Locker.

However, he succeeded in bouncing with the data.

To be honest, there is no way for me to know how far he has run.

Perhaps it was possible that he had escaped the siege of the spy agency and contacted the imperial police earlier.

If that’s the case, the spy agency is already dead.

All I can do is hope he’s still in the old town, and the spies are everywhere and I can’t get out.

Fortunately, I know exactly where the traitor is going to run.

It was because I had written from the point of view of the gnome.

If he succeeds in escaping from the base safely with the materials, he plans to escape into the sewer.

Agents of the spy agency wouldn’t even be able to imagine it.

Because there is not a single passage in the old town to enter the sewer.

Who would assume an escape route that could not be entered in the first place?

Using that loophole, it will attempt to enter by digging into the ground close to the sewer.

And what I have to do is…

“Ugh. The f*cking smell.”

Waiting on the other side of the sewer.

I had to cover my nose while standing on the sewer ramp in the new town.

This is too serious, isn’t it?

Still, compared to the Forbidden Elixir, it smelled less disgusting.

It was barely bearable.

I sighed and stepped inside.

As soon as I went inside, it was very dark without a handful of light.

I did not see through the light, so there was no problem in securing my vision, but I couldn’t help it with my instinctive rejection of darkness.

“Huh. f*ck you, really.”

There’s really nothing else to do now.

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Just quietly, impatiently waiting.

Because of the risk of crossing over, I can’t move hastily.

I don’t know if it’ll be an hour after he’s finished digging, it’ll be midnight, it’ll be dawn tomorrow.

Maybe I got caught by an intelligence agent while digging, so my waiting was in vain.

The more I think about it, the more I think about it.

Why do I have to do this sh*t?

***

“Report the situation.”

-1 Standby. There’s nothing wrong with that.

-2 Standby. no problem.

-3 waiting group…

Hearing the sound he heard over and over again through the communication artifact, Hurt Locker closed his eyes tightly.

Agents were stationed on every road through the old town.

But eight hours after the siege, the damn bastard had no shadow.

There’s no way he’d escaped outside the siege.

He must still be stuck in the old town.

‘Where the hell are you…?’

It was the Hurt Locker who was tasked with navigating and searching the interior of the Old Town.

Even if he encountered a traitor alone, there was nothing else he could subdue without causing a fuss.

However, it was the same here that there was no harvest for 8 hours.

Did you ask a family member somewhere to hide in secret?

It was already long late at night.

Hurt Locker was slowly getting nervous.

‘I wouldn’t be able to pass the night.’

The reason he jumped out with the data is probably because there was a client who wanted to buy the data.

If that’s the case, it’s probably supposed to be handed over by tomorrow, but if he doesn’t come after a while, it will start moving on the client’s side.

The imperial police might storm the old town and take out the traitor and the data.

If so, game over.

The Secret Service is destroyed and completely incapacitated.

The only way to prevent the empire from resuming war, it loses its intelligence resources.

It had to be stopped by any means possible.

‘Let’s use our heads.’

Hurtlocker calmed down for a moment and stood up straight.

I immediately spread the detection magic all over the old town, but I couldn’t find it.

I needed to think of a way other than jumping with my feet.

‘Isn’t he supposed to have a plan?’

Maybe I didn’t expect it to be like this.

Being stuck is a last resort, never the best.

So he must have thought of a way to break through this siege.

The question is what is the method…

‘Think. If it were me…’

The Hurt Locker’s head began to run busily.

Directly subdue the besieging agents.

If not, beyond the roof…

Several methods came to mind, but all seemed close to impossible with the traitor’s physical abilities.

The Hurt Locker who was constantly struggling-

“The sewer…?”

Suddenly I remembered the sewer.

It is definitely a wide passageway that is wide enough for people to walk all the way to the new town.

It’s the best escape route, but the problem is that there’s no way to the sewer in the old town.

There is a drain hole through which rainwater drains, but there is no passage for people to enter and exit.

“Wait a minute. No? Then it’s enough to make it, right?”

Hurtlocker’s eyes widened from exhaustion.

Why hasn’t the sewer system been considered an escape route?

If there’s no way through, just drill through.

“Standby tank! Sewer right now…”

“Yes? What?”

“Ttt. No. Wait as it is!”

Hurtlocker started running, leaving a communication.

I wanted to instruct him to block the other side of the sewer, but that’s how the siege nets a hole.

Maybe that’s the traitor’s goal.

Therefore, he was unable to move other agents and had no choice but to move himself.

where to go

Should I go back to the other side of the sewer right now and block the escape route?

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Just as he was thinking about what he was doing, Hurt Locker felt a sense of incongruity and stood tall.

‘what?’

There was something strange about the wind around.

This is not a place where the wind blows like this.

The structure of the surrounding buildings means that the wind cannot pass through.

Yet the sound that the wind is blowing…

It was said that there was a structural change somewhere in the vicinity.

Hurt Locker, who had deduced that fact, looked back in a hurry.

There was a public toilet covered by a wooden fence.

‘Hey there!’

The Hurt Locker, who knew the direction the wind was coming from, immediately opened the bathroom doors and reloaded them.

rumble rumble … . . .

“uh?”

There was one door that didn’t open.

There is no way anyone is using a public toilet this morning.

The Hurt Locker stepped back a little and-

“Suck!”

bang!

He smashed the door with all his might.

Behind the helplessly opened door-

“Ha. Crazy.”

Next to the toilet, there was a large hole in the floor that could fit in and out.

It seemed that the floor of the bathroom was dug down overnight using a soft material.

It stinks a bit, but there was no time to hesitate.

The Hurt Locker immediately shoved himself into the hole.

*

“hahahaha······.”

The man with the glasses exhaled and ran along the dark road.

Due to the weak magical power, the light source created by luminous magic could only illuminate the darkness up to an inch ahead.

“Huh?!”

A man with a sprained leg in an instant stood upright, flapping his arms.

In front of his eyes, a canal of filth was spread out.

If I had taken one more step, I would have fallen.

The man swallowed his saliva and grabbed the bag tightly.

Because I couldn’t leave out the material inside.

If you sell only this to the Empire, you can live a noble life.

With that expectation, the man smiled and started running again.

This time, watch your feet carefully so that you never fall.

“It seems like a lot of people have come… When is it going to end?”

“Now it’s almost over.”

“······································································!

At the low voice coming from the front, the man quickly stopped and prepared for battle.

The sound of tto-gak- tto-gak- was gradually getting closer.

Soon, out of the gloomy darkness, a man with modest steps walked out.

Seeing the face, the man was startled and screamed.

“Schlus… Heinkel…?”

“I don’t think I need to introduce myself.”

Schlus Heinkel.

He was a popular commoner who said that he had stopped the terrorism of the intelligence agency and killed the crow Henderson.

The nervous man lowered his raised fist and brightened his face.

He was fighting the spy agency and was on the verge of killing Hurt Locker.

In fact, it’s like an ally.

“Were you the one to buy the information? Really, I never imagined!”

“is it.”

“It seems that you are worried. I’m really sorry for making you come to such a dirty place.”

“Okay. The information must have been brought.”

“Ah! Of course!”

The man hurriedly looked through his bag and pulled out a paper package.

It was a document containing detailed personal information, including photos of the faces of agents of the Intelligence Service.

How long have you been meticulously planning for this one to come out?

As he recalled the past, the man seemed to have tears in his eyes.

“Is the original correct?”

“Yes! That’s right!”

“I wish there were no copies left.”

“Yes! There are no copies! This is the only original!”

Even though he bowed his head humbly, the man did not feel any discomfort at all.

Because all he could see from Schlus Heinkel’s eyes was the infinitely deep void.

I had no idea what he was thinking.

“Pass it over.”

“Yes?”

“I told you to hand it over now. I’ll pay you the reward once you get out of this stinky place.”

“Oh, yes! I see!”

The man hurriedly ran and took the file with both hands.

It was difficult for the client to change his mind due to hesitating even a little.

“···········?”

I glanced at Schlus Heinkel’s face as he snatched the file.

He was crouching so he couldn’t see his entire face, but he was clearly smiling.

Was he so happy at the thought of overthrowing the spy agency? No, it wasn’t that kind of smile.

It was a smile like that of a demon with a sense of playfulness activated.

Thinking that something was going wrong, the man straightened his back.

Then, with a grin, Schlusth Heinkel caught his eye, holding a ball of paper in one hand.

“Thank you.”

“No, what are you doing-“

Hwareuk-

At that moment, the paper caught fire.

At the sight of the irreplaceable and precious material being turned into black ashes helplessly, the man froze on the spot.

Soon, the burnt, charred remains of an unrecognizable body were thrown into the spit.