Became a Traitor in an Academy

It’s Not Easy

When I try to harm Jin-hyeon, disaster strikes. This was something I learned after trying to kill that guy several times.

And each time, fate actively helped him and actively punished me.

Things like walls suddenly collapsing toward me while passing by construction sites. Or tires flying off from car accidents hitting me… such bolt-from-the-blue incidents happened.

So around the fifth time, I just gave up.

Even getting those villains to attack this time was more about creating a chance to build friendship rather than trying to harm him.

…I never thought that would come back as disaster too.

Rather than disaster, it was more like my karma coming back to me. But the timing couldn’t have been worse no matter how you look at it.

When I was already a bit sensitive from classmates telling me to watch out, of all times, Jin-hyeon had to step in and defend me.

Because that soured my mood completely and made me tell him to mind his own business and get lost, if this isn’t disaster, what is?

At this rate, all the goodwill I’d built up by saving them would surely disappear.

I should apologize. Though I hate it to death, sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to.

I should go find him tomorrow with some banana milk he likes.

Originally I should be sticking with the protagonist’s group building goodwill through trivial chatter, but things are getting messy from the start.

I grumbled while walking home.

Checking my phone, I saw messages from Yeonhwa in the chat room worrying about me.

That Jin-hyeon was also asking if I was okay.

Whether he messaged on his own or because Yeonhwa pressured him, I couldn’t ignore it, so I sent a message apologizing saying I was just a bit sensitive.

By the way, someone’s been tailing me since I left the school gates. Wonder who it is. It hasn’t been a good feeling having someone watching from a distance since earlier.

They must be no ordinary person to follow me all the way onto the subway. They’re definitely an academy student though.

Is it one of those who told me to watch out earlier? Or someone else I knocked out during the entrance exam?

There were too many people who might hold grudges against me to guess who it might be. How convenient it would be if I could just dispose of them like I usually do.

It was really frustrating that I couldn’t handle it that way since both of us were wearing academy uniforms.

It might be different if they were the kind of person no one would look for if they suddenly disappeared. The moment they disappeared, their acquaintances would search everywhere with burning determination.

Since I didn’t want to let them know where I lived, I turned into a deserted alley. However, I wasn’t trying to shake off the tail.

I stared at the alley for a while before entering, as if deliberately letting them know where I was going. It wasn’t running away, it was an invitation.

Since we both had images to maintain and couldn’t fight on the main street, let’s clash in a deserted place.

I had no intention of running from a fight that was coming. Getting along well with classmates – that was nonsense.

The only ones I needed to get along with were the protagonist’s group and at most the heroines around them. Not these extras who only appear for a line or two in the novel or game.

I was planning to crush them thoroughly so such trash would never get in my way again.

So they wouldn’t dare even think of messing with me.

Considering how annoying they might be at the academy, it would be better to make them know their place now.

While waiting for the challenger to appear soon, I built up various things in my body until white smoke flowed from my breath.

However, no matter how long I waited, the challenger didn’t appear.

I heard footsteps lingering near the alley entrance, but that was it.

What’s going on? No way, did they run away after just tailing? Could they be a stalker? I returned to the street with my tail curled like a question mark.

However, the footsteps that had been following me were already gone.

What was that all about? It felt like someone cut my noodles with scissors while I was eating.

I had wanted to at least see their precious face.

Could they have deliberately intended to make me uncomfortable? Though I doubted there would be such a petty person among academy students, I finally remembered there were such characters in the original work.

Someone who was bitter about losing to the protagonist but had neither the courage nor strength to fight head-on, so they just harassed them pathetically. There was such a guy. Looks like I’ve scratched one of those types.

Stepped in shit. That’s exactly how it felt. Since accidents don’t happen, disaster comes in this form, huh.

Feeling my hatred for the story writer deepen another level, I left the alley and headed home again.

With something like that hanging around behind me, it might get annoying when meeting with Justitia or doing ‘work’ from now on. I need to find and crush them as soon as possible.

“I’m home… ah, right. No one’s here.”

I habitually tried to announce I was home, but belatedly remembered this was a small monthly rental room, not the boss’s hideout.

It’s become a habit. Chuckling, I took off everything except my shirt, folded it roughly, and collapsed onto the bed.

As the cool blanket gradually warmed to match my body temperature, I was already feeling drowsy and my eyes were about to close. It wasn’t even 2 o’clock yet. It felt too wasteful to sleep already.

No, maybe a nap would be fine.

My body wasn’t tired, but my mind was fatigued. Though I was prepared, the academy was indeed never an easy place. How many troubles had already occurred just on the first day.

I’d like to live smoothly and steadily. Not getting involved in tiring things, wanting to go easily and comfortably… why won’t the world cooperate?

While wrapping my tail around my thigh or needlessly scratching the blanket with my nails, I felt it would be wasteful to just sleep now, so I took out my phone and called somewhere.

Considering the time difference, it would still be deep night where the boss was, and the boss wasn’t the type to overwork until dawn.

There was only one appropriate place to call.

“…Yawn. Hello, Noona. No, should I call you teacher?”

-T-teacher…! Just call me comfortably. I’m not at that level yet…

Justitia must still be at the academy, as she spoke like talking to a long-lost friend rather than her usual voice.

Even though she came to my house just yesterday.

Anyway, since she was still at work, it seemed we couldn’t discuss important matters.

Though that was fine since I originally called just wanting to chat with someone close.

“So, how do you feel about teaching students at the academy?”

-Feelings… well. Since this is my first time, it feels unfamiliar, and strange too. I never knew there were so many talented kids like this?

“Me too. I didn’t know there would be so many. Ah, remember that boy from earlier? The one who stayed still. I stayed still because I knew your ability… but he stayed still too.”

-How could I forget. Looking like he’s seen it all, then casually setting a new record. Heheh. Ah, I shouldn’t have said that.

So Justitia found Min-ho impressive too. Hmm, that’s not good. It wasn’t good for her to show interest in Min-ho.

Because in the original work, the reason the Liberators were completely wiped out even before they could attack the academy was that Justitia, completely won over by Min-ho, revealed her identity and all information.

Yes. She was an executive of the Liberators like me. If I was in the youngest position, she was more like a founding member.

The story is long, but since it’s too long I’ll skip it for now.

Anyway, my job was simple. Preventing her from showing too much interest in Min-ho.

“It’s fine. It’s not like anything big will happen just because I know that. Anyway, I just called because I was bored. Sorry for bothering you while you’re busy.”

-No, what’s there to be sorry about. I’m the one who’s sorry I can’t talk long. Should we have a meal together sometime?

“Sure. Let’s meet at that place that makes good carbonara then.”

Somehow we naturally ended up setting the next contact point. I really didn’t intend to.

Still, setting it in advance would be better than not doing anything.

After the call ended, only silence filled the room.

Hmm. Should I briefly organize what I need to do?

Find out the academy’s security vulnerabilities and based on that, plan the optimal attack route. Get close to the protagonist’s group while preventing them from getting too strong. Pass Heros Corporation information only available at the academy to the Liberators. Take care of Justitia’s mental state.

That’s a lot.

None of them were easy tasks. And not things I could do while tired. So…

Taking a nap would be a rational choice.

Following Blanca was purely for gathering information.

Though I didn’t want to do it either, I had no choice since she twisted the development I knew from the start.

That’s what I said, but actually it was because of a vague anxiety.

It was natural since there was no way I could miraculously find out who she was just by following her.

It was no different from doing something meaningless just to erase anxiety.

That should have been all, but…

She noticed I was secretly following her.

Her action of turning into the alley was clearly an invitation to follow for anyone watching.

That made me even more curious about her identity. Of course, I wasn’t crazy enough to follow.

Though I needed to find out information about her, it didn’t seem worth revealing my identity to do so.

Above all, I was afraid. Of following her when everything was uncertain.

Ability proficiency and martial arts beyond student level.

And an attitude that changes dramatically depending on the person. That appearance just didn’t look like a normal student at all.

Just who are you, Blanca.