I Ended up Doing Too Well as a Professor of the Enemy Nation - Chapter 65

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Chapter 65. What Kind of Young Master Are You? (3)

 

Crash!

 

An entire building collapsed completely.

 

From within the debris, a man emerged covered in blood.

 

“Shiiiit!”

 

The man who came running out like a madman muttered curses.

 

“Fuck, damn it, damn it!”

 

The man ran and ran again. Then he slipped between buildings like sliding, tore through walls and climbed over windows. At the same time, he hid his body among the debris.

 

‘No one will know I’m here.’

 

Crash!

 

…He was wrong.

 

A slash aimed precisely at where he was hiding blew away half the building.

 

The man barely crawled out from under the debris. Blood gushed from his mouth.

 

“Fire Butterfly… That bastard!”

 

The man’s name was Echo.

 

He was Pride’s prized Mind Breaker. True to his name, he was a Special Grade Wanted Criminal who destroyed opponents’ memories, twisted their personalities, and tore apart countless soldiers’ mentalities.

 

Normally, he would be in a position to look down on humans, but now was an exception. He turned around with bloodshot eyes.

 

Step by step.

 

Footsteps could be heard from not far away. One step, then another. That bastard was approaching. Even knowing he couldn’t escape, his body moved instinctively.

 

“Continuously running away isn’t like you, Fire Butterfly.”

 

That’s right. The Union’s supreme leader, the ‘Hero’ himself was chasing him.

 

The man of fortune who concluded countless wars with just one outcome: ‘victory’. The Hero had a calm face while harboring blade-like eyes.

 

“Shall we see your face, Fire Butterfly?”

 

I’m telling you it’s not me, you crazy bastard…!

 

Crash!

 

“Gah!”

 

“Oh. Is it this way?”

 

As the Hero’s footsteps grew closer, Echo quickly got up and ran.

 

Damn it, damn it.

 

‘That damn Fire Butterfly!’

 

The incident was, well, simple.

 

This evening, just as he was about to take his first bite of the steak set he had barely managed to buy by scraping together every penny.

 

“Are you there?”

 

Let’s ignore it.

 

“Are you there?”

 

Let’s ignore i…

 

“Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you thereAre you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there?”

 

“Fuck, what crazy bastard… Huh.”

 

Echo, who opened the mailbox, almost screamed. He was scared to death by the two glowing eyes inside the mailbox.

 

“If you’re there, you should answer. That’s rude.”

 

Echo clearly saw the psychopath’s blood-red eyes that seemed ready to gouge out his eyeballs.

 

At the same time, the moment those red eyes narrowed like a demon’s, Echo tasted hell. Before the words were even finished, a knife tore through the mailbox and came in.

 

Slash!

 

Echo, who almost lost an eyeball, grabbed the wound on his face and started running. That’s when the hellish chase began.

 

Of course, normally Echo would have laughed off this kind of Union pursuit, shaken them off, and disappeared into the back alleys. Running away was his specialty.

 

But…

 

‘Shiiiit! Why does the Hero know my scent!’

 

It was certain. His information had been passed to the Union.

 

And there was only one person who could pull off something like this.

 

‘Fire Butterfly!’

 

“That damn spy bastard…!”

 

A ruthless spy who would fabricate evidence if there wasn’t any, and wouldn’t hesitate to dig up graves if there were no corpses.

 

But how? When?

 

Just as that question arose, he saw the Hero’s face in the distance. The Hero was taking out what appeared to be a contract and sniffing it.

 

“Hmm. It leads this way. Toward Sandler Finance, right?”

 

Echo’s eyes rolled back.

 

‘That contract!’

 

Sandler Finance.

 

That name sent a chill down Echo’s spine.

 

Hadn’t he written something like that recently? A document he’d submitted mimicking Ruins Wayne’s handwriting. That joke-like document using kidneys as collateral.

 

“This is a test. An experiment to see how far I can deceive the Union with forgery.”

 

There had been a reason for it in the first place. It was because of recent reports from his subordinates, specifically from Sansa.

 

“I don’t know his true identity. Sansa was defeated by Ruins Wayne.”

 

What? Sansa was defeated?

 

Sansa was a high-ranking demon, not at a level to be easily defeated by Union heroes.

 

That guy was beaten by Ruins Wayne?

 

…That would mean…

 

‘Could it really be Fire Butterfly?’

 

If it was that insanely strong bastard, it would be possible. And though the possibility was low, what if Ruins Wayne was really Fire Butterfly in disguise?

 

‘It would be a disaster.’

 

Because of the military funds! For Echo, who had been targeting those military funds, the moment this fact was discovered would mean his head would fly.

 

‘If he finds out, I’m really screwed.’

 

And if that bastard was really acting as Ruins Wayne…

 

Echo made his decision.

 

-Loan Contract, Sandler Finance

 

A predatory financial company that would chase you to hell the moment you stamped their contract. He thought those bastards could at least annoy Fire Butterfly.

 

But there shouldn’t have been any trace of ‘Echo’ left there, right?

 

Echo’s skills weren’t bad enough to make mistakes on something like that.

 

But as if to resolve that question, a voice reached Echo’s ears as he hid in the narrow space.

 

“What’s going on here?”

 

“Ah. It’s nothing much. We’re searching for Fire Butterfly.”

 

“Fire Butterfly?!”

 

The soldiers in front of hiding Echo jumped to their feet. And cutting through them, a man walked forward with his black coat fluttering.

 

“Traces have been found of Fire Butterfly taking out loans under a professor’s name. Clear forgery, and blatant mockery.”

 

It was a man Echo had never seen before in his life. Rather, the man beside him looked more familiar.

 

“…That loan, was it really Fire Butterfly’s doing and not yours?”

 

Charlie Whiskey, a hero of the Union. He looked scholarly but was a famous and skilled fighter.

 

“I really thought you had ruined your family, gotten pressed by debt, and desperately put up your kidneys as collateral.”

 

Behind Charlie’s disappointed words, the other professors were also stirring.

 

“Why would Fire Butterfly target the professors’ organs?”

 

“Why indeed. Fire Butterfly is one who ‘copies’ others’ abilities. He probably needs others’ belongings to mimic them. And to start activities after 50 years, he’d need faces to work with.”

 

“Then…!”

 

“Right. To mimic even a hero’s abilities, he might need the opponent’s organs. Outstanding heroes always have secret techniques remaining in their bodies.”

 

“But leaving his own scent on the contract, what a fool.”

 

At that moment, Echo’s face had turned deathly pale.

 

Traces were left on the contract?

 

‘That can’t be.’

 

Could Fire Butterfly have been involved?

 

No. For that to happen, there would have to be his own scent or something left on Fire Butterfly…

 

At that moment, something flashed through his mind.

 

“Hey. Give me a light.”

 

“Light? Use this. But make it explode spectacularly. Art is explosion!”

 

“Is that a parody?”

 

“What?”

 

That’s right.

 

Matches.

 

He had handed matches to Fire Butterfly with his own hands.

 

‘…Shit.’

 

Those weren’t matches but a fuse leading to hell! That crazy bastard had used them to leave a scent on the contract! The Hero was analyzing that to track him down.

 

But then.

 

“But sir, doesn’t the Hero seem more on edge than usual today?”

 

Another person agreed with the soldier’s words.

 

“He seems to be in a bad mood.”

 

“That’s understandable. Of all people, he targeted Professor Ruins Wayne’s organs.”

 

“What’s the connection there?”

 

“Don’t you remember the Demon Hunting Practicum incident from a year ago? They just said it was a body discovery then, but actually it was found with organs extracted. The Head Professor got scared and ran away.”

 

“That was Fire Butterfly’s doing, right?”

 

“Don’t you remember the final heart battle in the first place?”

 

“The heart? Ah, that battle where Fire Butterfly deceived the Hero?”

 

“Right. Did you forget ‘who’ Fire Butterfly transformed into then?”

 

“Shh.”

 

Suddenly Ruins Wayne brought his index finger to his lips.

 

“If you talk that loudly, won’t Fire Butterfly hear everything and run away?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“What do you-”

 

Ruins Wayne suddenly stabbed the wooden plank wall with his knife.

 

Crack! Crack!

 

“P-Professor?! Why all of a sudden!”

 

Ruin stabbed the wall repeatedly like piercing knives in a magic show. Echo cursed profusely while dodging the blade each time.

 

“Hey hey! Damn it!”

 

Bang!

 

Swoosh!

 

Thud!

 

Echo gritted his teeth as he barely dodged the knife in the narrow gap.

 

Meanwhile, Ruin pulled out the knife and checked the blade, raising the corner of his mouth.

 

“Ah. I thought there was something there.”

 

It wasn’t a face that ‘thought there was something there’—it was a face that had noticed there was something. The moment their eyes met directly, Echo’s face froze pale.

 

…That look in his eyes and expression. It was a face he’d never seen before, yet it felt familiar. Yes, those eyes he’d once seen in the middle of a blood-soaked battlefield.

 

‘Could it be-‘

 

Is he really Fire Butterfly?

 

At that moment, Ruin opened his mouth.

 

“Even if Fire Butterfly isn’t the culprit of this incident, there’s a possibility he’s Fire Butterfly’s lackey.”

 

“Lackey?”

 

That bastard! Who’s whose lackey!

 

Anger and humiliation rose to the top of his head, but that guy…

 

‘Right. That guy, he’s real.’

 

That characteristic cold smile.

 

The composure of a strong warrior flowing calmly despite everything.

 

There was no room for doubt now. Fire Butterfly was sitting in the middle of Union’s faculty wearing the mask of Ruins Wayne.

 

Then there was no choice.

 

* * *

 

-Let’s negotiate.

 

Ruin tilted his head at the note before his eyes.

 

‘Negotiate?’

 

Ruin leaned against the wall and unfolded the paper crane to read its contents. The handwriting, scent, and folding method left no room for doubt.

 

‘Echo.’

 

On the back of the note, a few more sharply pressed sentences were written.

 

-I’ll tell you our objective and information. But if you interfere, you die.

 

True to a Special Grade Wanted Criminal, it was a warning disguised as negotiation. Very Echo-like.

 

However.

 

‘Information provision?’

 

Ruin folded the note in half. Then he folded it once more and tore it apart. The thinly torn paper pieces scattered gently.

 

“That’s only natural.”

 

From Fire Butterfly’s perspective, giving up classified information wasn’t negotiation—it was simply submitting documents. That’s why Ruin quietly put on his gloves.

 

‘Now that I’ve cornered him this much, he should come out soon.’

 

「You! My elegant and beautiful power! Fabricating it grotesquely, saying it can’t be used without organs!」

 

Ruin ignored Ginseng Superior’s screams.

 

So what if he did.

 

「Going this far to catch Echo, what are you planning to do! Fabricating racial power just to entrust him with a single Frix?!」

 

‘That’s right. If it were just for Frix, I wouldn’t go this f…’

 

[♥Did you call for me? Master?♥]

 

I might do it though.

 

He glanced at the Hero’s signature carved on Haven’s documents.

 

“If I could steal the Hero’s signature, there’s a lot I could do.”

 

Right. For instance, this property deed, or loans, or forging wills.

 

And most importantly-

 

‘How much would be possible for a loan in the Hero’s name? Couldn’t it be at least as much as my severance pay?’

 

「…You crazy bastard.」

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