The Graduate Student Wants to Assassinate the Professor - Chapter 37

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Chapter 37

I began teasing Khalid again, probing for weaknesses.
“Then if I wanted to kill you, Professor, I’d have to resort to poison?”
Khalid scratched his head as he spoke.
“I have a tolerance to poison, so that wouldn’t really work either…?”
“Why do you have a tolerance to poison?”
“My father was poisoned to death. I didn’t want the same fate, so I built up my tolerance by consuming small amounts of poison daily.”
“Heh heh heh… You certainly grew up in harsh circumstances.”
I nearly clicked my tongue involuntarily. Poisoning was now firmly off the table as an option.
“What? Do you want to kill me?”
“Ha ha ha, of course not, Professor. I was simply curious after hearing what you said.”
‘No, wait—isn’t it natural for a graduate student to want to kill their professor? Are there graduate students who don’t?’
Whether or not Khalid sensed my thoughts, he shrugged after finishing his explanation.
“Anything else you’re curious about?”
“Then you’d never take off those clothes even if you died and came back to life?”
“Pretty much.”
“Professor, if I may ask an impertinent question… do you bathe?”
When I made a slightly disgusted expression, Khalid bristled and spoke up.
“Of course I bathe! What kind of person do you think I am?! I wash myself properly!”
“But you never take off your clothes… You don’t bathe with them on, do you?”
“No, obviously not! My home has the same protective spells inscribed on it as the ones woven into my clothes, so I don’t need to wear everything at home.”
“Ah, I see… ”
I smacked my lips in disappointment.
‘Damn it, I can’t catch him off guard even during bathing. Should I try creating some kind of suggestive atmosphere to get him to undress?’
I glanced sideways at Khalid. For a moment, I imagined a scenario where he and I embraced or kissed, and I nearly gagged.
‘No. That’s impossible. Biologically impossible. Mentally impossible. How could I create such an atmosphere with that bastard? It’s absolutely beyond me.’
Unaware that I was lost in these thoughts, Khalid shrugged.
“Anyway, now that you’ve heard the explanation, you should feel more at ease, right? There are plenty of safeguards in place, so you don’t need to worry about my life.”
“Yes…”
I answered dejectedly. My disappointment stemmed from the fact that the security around his clothes was far more airtight than I’d anticipated, but Khalid apparently interpreted it differently and slapped my back firmly.
“So stop worrying, will you? I’m not so easy to kill.”
‘But if this operation succeeds, you will be.’
Contrary to Khalid’s confidence, I laughed at him inwardly.

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Upon returning to the Hotel, Leoryna parted ways with Khalid and entered her room. But she did not linger there long.
A short while later, seizing the moment when Khalid’s room fell silent, she slipped quietly out of the Hotel. Then, donning her mask once more, she moved with the stealth of a cat.
The place Leoryna arrived at was where the Abandoned Factory stood—the very location where she had evacuated the Terrorists earlier.
The Terrorists, who had been waiting there all this time, swarmed toward Leoryna the moment they saw her. She removed her mask and moistened her parched lips with her tongue.
“Well then… let us begin Act Two.”

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Meanwhile, Khalid—so sleep-deprived he seemed ready to collapse at the slightest touch—lay in his room, lost in deep slumber.
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone tapped softly on the door, rousing him with mild irritation. Though the sound was faint, it was enough to wake him, whose sleep remained ever vigilant.
“Who is it?”
He called out, wondering if it might be Leoryna, but received no answer from beyond the door.
He had no choice but to rise from his bed and approach the door, where he found a paper envelope that appeared to have been slipped through the gap. Khalid tilted his head in confusion and tore it open.
Upon reading the letter’s contents, his expression crumpled. He then kicked open his door and immediately knocked on the adjacent room—Leoryna’s. Receiving no answer, he forced the door open and entered, only to find the room completely empty.
Khalid clicked his tongue.
“I’ve been played.”
Muttering thus, he rushed out of the Hotel at great speed.

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“This is rather entertaining, I must say.”
Leoryna, bound tightly to a chair, spoke with perfect composure.
“I have never been captured before, so this is quite novel.”
“Be quiet. Are you serious about this?”
“I am utterly serious.”
Though armed Terrorists surrounded her, Leoryna did not bat an eye, merely yawning repeatedly.
“He’s here!”
One of the Terrorists rushed into the Warehouse, announcing it to the others. Immediately, one of them pressed a gun barrel to Leoryna’s temple, while the armed figures prepared to strike at any moment.
With heavy footsteps and bathed in moonlight, Khalid appeared. His eyes darted about, assessing the number of people surrounding him as he spoke.
“Are you the ones who sent me that letter? I came alone, as your letter instructed, without alerting the Police. You’re holding Leoryna hostage?”
At Khalid’s words, the lookout nodded.
“He seems to be telling the truth.”
“He’s followed instructions well.”
The masked Terrorist pressed the gun barrel firmly against Leoryna’s temple as he spoke.
“Here is the person you seek.”
“Leoryna!”
Khalid cried out upon seeing Leoryna bound to the chair.
“Eek! Professor, please save me! I don’t want to die!”
Leoryna pleaded with tears glistening in her eyes.
“I’m here now, so release Leoryna! She has nothing to do with me!”
“Nothing to do with you? She’s your graduate student, isn’t she? Wouldn’t things get difficult for you if she died?”
“What do you want?”
At Khalid’s question, the terrorist spoke in a menacing tone.
“Nothing interests me except your death.”
“Do you think I’ll let things go your way?”
“Then your subordinate will die, won’t she?”
He and several others simultaneously trained their gun barrels and blades on Leoryna.
“The moment you resist, we shoot. Oh, and don’t even think about using magic. There’s a Mana Control Field deployed here.”
Khalid clamped his mouth shut.
It seemed there were no high-ranking mages among them, and he could shatter such a field easily enough. But with Leoryna held hostage, he couldn’t afford to move recklessly.
“Professor! Please save me!”
Leoryna screamed again, her voice trembling with fear. Khalid hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Fine. I’ll do as you say. Just release Leoryna.”
“You catch on quickly. If you truly don’t resist, I’ll let this woman go soon enough.”
“What do I need to do?”
At Khalid’s words, the terrorist aiming his gun at Leoryna jerked his chin.
“Strip.”
“…What?”
Khalid asked in a hollow voice, uncertain he’d heard correctly, but the terrorist was resolute.
“I said strip. You might have weapons hidden in your clothes.”
“There’s nothing hidden in my clothes.”
“I can’t trust that. Strip now.”
“No, that’s rather difficult.”
“Are you saying it’s fine if this woman dies?”
“Professor! Just do what they say! I don’t want to die!”
Leoryna screamed, and the man holding a gun to the back of her head made a threatening gesture with the barrel. Khalid raised both hands and spoke.
“Fine. Calm down first. I’ll strip. That’s all you need, right?”
‘Finally!’
Leoryna laughed inwardly.
Finally, she could get rid of these infuriating clothes!
Though Khalid was supposedly strong, the moment he undressed, she’d have at least an opening to land an effective blow.
Khalid hesitated slightly before removing his outer robe. Beneath it was another garment inscribed with magical circles, which he seemed reluctant to remove—his hands lingered uncertainly. The terrorist, as if to prove his point, waved the gun aimed at Leoryna’s temple threateningly. At that, Khalid clicked his tongue and removed that garment as well.
As his upper body became completely exposed, Khalid raised both hands again.
The moment Leoryna saw Khalid’s body, her words caught in her throat. His body was covered in tattoos—magical circles inscribed into his very skin.
Like some of the magical circles on his outer robes, these too were ones whose function Leoryna couldn’t decipher. But they didn’t appear to be offensive or defensive magic of any kind.
‘Why would he go to such lengths?’
“There. I’ve stripped as you said. Do you want me to remove my undergarments too?”
“Underwear is fine. Now hand over your staff. We know about everything you’re hiding.”
Khalid produced a large curved blade from his hand, set it on the ground, and kicked it toward the terrorist.
“I’ve disarmed everything. Release Leoryna.”
“First, die!”
The terrorists who had their guns trained on Leoryna all pulled their triggers simultaneously, aiming at Khalid.

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