There’s Something Special About Her - Chapter 70

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Episode 70.
Knock, knock.
Decon Gold, buried under a mountain of documents, lifted his head at the sound.
This morning’s full Finance Department meeting had driven home just how appallingly close to rocks his subordinates’ minds were, and his mood had plummeted accordingly.
And when Decon Gold was in a foul mood, he became even more vicious than usual.
His adjutant, who knew this well, had no desire whatsoever to approach his superior—but the strange letter that had just arrived left him no choice.
“What is it.”
At Decon Gold’s low, ice-edged voice, the adjutant inwardly cursed dozens of times before clenching his fists and stepping into the office.
“My apologies, Decon. A strange letter addressed to you just arrived from inside. I’ve come to ask your confirmation before returning it.”
“A letter?”
Decon Gold flicked the fountain pen he’d been holding onto the papers.
Then he brushed his golden hair back irritably.
“Ugh.”
“I’m, I’m very sorry—”
“So you interrupted my work over just one letter?”
“I made a poor judgment—”
“Didn’t I say not to bother me unless you wanted to die?”
Mother!
An unfilial son departing first!
Decon Gold’s adjutant squeezed his eyes shut, cried out for his beloved mother, and spoke in a trembling voice.
“It’s, it’s the first time we’ve received correspondence from the Training Facility—”
“The Training Facility?”
One of his sharply drawn eyebrows rose pointedly.
“You’re certain the return address is the Training Facility?”
“Yes, yes! I checked several times!”
“…Bring it.”
The adjutant carefully placed the letter envelope between Decon Gold’s beckoning fingers with trembling hands.
The envelope’s texture was indeed unfamiliar.
It was thick, but definitely a different material from what departments within the Main Building used among themselves.
And on the front of the envelope was stamped the Training Facility’s seal, indicating the inspection was complete.
‘It can’t be from Padilla.’
She’d prefer to storm into his office in person rather than waste time writing letters.
Decon Gold casually flipped the envelope over—and then froze.
For a long moment he stared wordlessly at the sender’s name, then spoke to his adjutant without taking his eyes from the letter.
“Get out.”
“Y, yes—. Thank you!”
Click.
The office door closed, and a hollow laugh escaped Decon Gold’s lips.
“Surely not.”
The sender’s name was none other than Rookie.
[To Decon Gold,
I hope you have been well, Decon.
This is my first time reaching out by letter, which makes it all the more meaningful.
As you’ve likely already guessed, I am now at the Training Facility.
You must have heard of the spy incident that occurred here one night recently?
I happened to catch the spy who had infiltrated Nox as a trainee.
Thanks to that achievement, I was fortunate enough to be admitted.
It is thanks to Padilla Bendeez, the Training Facility Commander, for graciously giving such an unremarkable person like me this opportunity.
When I learned that trainees are permitted just once—outside of designated external communication dates—to send a letter to someone close to them, I found myself thinking of you first.
Perhaps because you are the only person in Nox who, besides my seniors in the Action Squad, extended a warm hand to me.
.
.
(omitted)
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.
Life at the Training Facility is pleasant.
Sleeping and waking in the same room as my cohort still feels strange, but I am trying to adapt, believing that this too will become familiar in time.
Lately, after training, my cohort and I discuss which department we should apply for in the future.
It is not easy to decide, as I still lack much knowledge and understanding.
Oh, dear.
My cohort is beginning to retire for the night, so I must extinguish the lamp soon.
They are conscientious, so bedtime comes early.
I still have much I wish to convey to you by letter, though I find it regrettable.
But I shall leave that pleasure for the future and conclude this letter here.
Until the day we meet again, I wish only good days upon you.
From the Training Facility,
Rookie.
P.S. I often find myself missing the warm tea we shared together. Next time, would you tell me the name of those leaves? I should like to recall that pleasant conversation when I drink it.]
“Heh, khkhkh.”
Decon Gold set the letter down gently and began to laugh, shielding his face with one hand.
It was a laugh tinged with such damp darkness that had his adjutant witnessed it, he would have gasped and quietly closed the door again.
After chuckling for some time, Decon Gold let out a sigh and looked up.
“Ah, Rookie.”
Our benefactor truly is.
Decon Gold gazed at the letter he’d finished reading, traces of amusement still on his face.
“Cruel.”
How firmly he’d rejected the offer to transfer to the Finance Department.
Yet in the brief time since, he’d formally enrolled at the Training Facility.
And to top it off, he’d used his one and only trainee letter to write to me.
It was torture of hope itself.
“Well, I suppose there’s nothing for it.”
Decon Gold tapped the edge of the letter with the tip of a long finger.
He was quite willing to succumb to the sweet torture of hope.
“This time, I’ll recruit him to the Finance Department for certain.”
The trainees believed that their department preference and grades were the most crucial factors, but they were mistaken.
Padilla Bendeez judged above all else how well a given trainee suited their assigned department.
Therefore, the department head’s will was nearly as important as the individual’s abilities.
And executives like Decon Gold could wield considerably greater influence.
The department head’s intentions could be expressed through various means.
“What should I do for him.”line>
Rereading Rookie’s letter carefully with evident pleasure, his gaze stopped at one particular passage.

“Hmm.”
Without hesitation, Decon Gold pulled the bell cord.
A moment later, when his adjutant entered, he issued a command.
“Bring me the Training Facility’s financial operations for this year.”
***
Three days after the trainee had sent the letter.
I lay sprawled on the lower bunk of a double bed.
Xander Morck, who had just entered the room and spotted me like this, slipped quietly up to Hanno Becker and asked in a low voice,
“Something wrong with Rookie? Why’s he like that?”
“I’m not sure either. He went to the bathroom for a bit after dinner and came back like this, and hasn’t changed since.”
“Really? Did he fail again this time? Poor kid. The saying goes—eat well, sleep well, and do your business well, that’s the best a man can hope for.”
Now he was being treated like a full-blown chronic constipation case.
“I don’t have constipation.”
“Ah, you startled me. You heard that?”
“You were talking so loud I figured you wanted me to hear it.”
When I muttered flatly, Xander Morck cleared his throat and said,
“Hey, there’s nothing to be ashamed about. Constipation is a disease—”
“I don’t have constipation!”
I sat up abruptly and shouted, but immediately collapsed back down again.
“Well, forget it, I give up.”
I was tired of living in constant worry.
True, every chance I got I’d dart off to the bathroom—I couldn’t blame them for the misunderstanding.
Honestly, spending hours crouched in the bathroom every day wasn’t that different from being a constipation patient.
“Haaahh.”
As I buried my face in the pillow, drowsiness suddenly crashed over me.
The real reason for this listless state was mostly sleep deprivation.
‘How can I sleep soundly when I don’t know when the Disguise will wear off?’
Just imagine: one of my roommates wakes up in the middle of the night with nature’s call, and finds a woman lying in one of the bunks.
He’d scream bloody murder, and then the whole dormitory lights would come on, the instructors would all come running, and I’d be dragged down to the underground cell and tortured by Killian Nox until I finally break and admit that I’m really Helena Morton—
“Rookie, the Training Facility Commander is looking for you.”
It was Mathias Heller’s voice—he’d gone for a walk after overeating.
“Me? Why?”
“How should I know? Go to her office right away.”
…No way.
I shot up and bolted straight for Padilla Bendeez’s office.
“You called for me, Commander?”
As I bowed in greeting, her first words were these:
“What is your relationship to Decon Gold?”

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