There’s Something Special About Her - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95.
I’d sensed it from the weight alone—this was going to be something.
The documents meant for the handler turned out to be far more than a page or two.
And that wasn’t all.
“……Whoever this is, they’re genuinely insane.”
With each page I turned, laughter spilled out of me—bitter, disbelieving laughter.
When Felix Melcher—or Dummy as I’d come to call him—had been pinned by me, the intelligence he’d meant to pass to his handler had been trivial.
Just the roster of this training batch and a map of the facility’s interior. Nothing more.
So I’d been looking down on the spy and whoever was pulling the strings from outside, assuming they were amateurish.
“They really committed to this, didn’t they?”
But the documents I’d intercepted contained far more critical information.
“The Training Center’s financial records, donation lists for this batch……and look—the night duty rotation schedule too.”
There were ink smudges scattered across the pages and the handwriting was crude, making it hard to read, but legibility wasn’t the point.
If my intervention hadn’t happened, the outside force receiving this would’ve thought nothing of it.
That was how lethal the information the spy had been trying to steal really was.
“What time is it now……”
The clock already pointed to 2 a.m.
I’d only meant to skim through the intercepted documents to understand their contents.
But it was obvious I wouldn’t get proper sleep if I tried to lie down now.
Another all-nighter was guaranteed.
Figuring I might as well read through it properly, I climbed onto my bed and leaned back against the pillow—only to find Onyx curled up right there.
“Onyx, move over a bit.”
“Caw-awk.”
The creature grumbled irritably and stretched its legs like a stork, relocating to the other pillow.
With that sorted, I settled back comfortably and began turning through the documents page by page.
As I’d already suspected, the spy was far more competent and bold than I’d given them credit for.
To think they’d tried to smuggle out information this sensitive to the outside.
But there was one thing that stood out as unexpected.
“It’s a summary.”
Rather than copying the originals verbatim, the spy had condensed everything into simplified versions.
Especially with the financial records—the omitted sections were so clearly arranged that they were easy to infer.
This could mean the spy had done this kind of work many times before, but another possibility couldn’t be ruled out either.
That the outside force had specified exactly what information they wanted from the start.
“But that doesn’t quite fit……”
The information the spy had gathered spanned far too many different areas.
Financial records, donation lists, the trainees’ daily training schedules, and the instructors’ corresponding duty rotations.
Why would someone need information across all these domains?
While my mind worked through it, skimming the papers, only the last page remained.
I’d been reading the text methodically and objectively, but suddenly I couldn’t help but pause.
A single subjective word had caught my eye.
‘Runelk Ains.’
My name.
The final page listed several trainees’ names and personal information, including mine.
The list was diverse, spanning both the Liberal Arts Course and Martial Arts Course without distinction, but they shared one thing in common.
They were high-performing commoners with no family backing.
“How contemptible.”
This roster of trainees without privileged backgrounds but showing promise anyway looked to me like a menu.
A menu suggesting which ones might be worth recruiting and using when the time came.
Thud.
I threw the bundle of documents aside and lay down flat.
Watching Onyx’s round head as it opened its eyes, I felt the urge to touch it for comfort, but I held back.
My hands felt filthy after touching that list.
Instead, I muttered half to myself.
“Quite the collection of information, isn’t it?”
“Caw-aw.”
“Whoever has access must hold considerable authority.”
The trainee roster, daily schedules, instructor duty rotations—that’s nothing special.
Anyone spending a bit of time at the Training Center could figure that out.
But the real issue is the financial and donation records.
Information about money isn’t something just anyone can access.
Could instructors like Grauw, Winter, or Kessler get their hands on the Training Center’s financial records
Without raising suspicion?
“Schutalen and Padilla Bondez.”
In the end, only two people remained as possibilities.
***
“Haaaawn.”
How many yawns was that now?
I’d lost count after ten.
I wiped away the tears that had leaked out and leaned my head against the bookshelf.
After afternoon training ended and dinner time came, I headed to the Library instead of the Dining Hall.
I wanted nothing more than to sleep, but going back to the Dormitory this state would’ve had me sleeping until tomorrow morning.
So looking for somewhere quiet where no one else would be, my feet naturally carried me to the Library.
And of all places, I chose the Ancient Document Reading Room—where Hanno Becker had been hiding.
“This really is the perfect spot.”
Even if I snored, no one would give me disapproving looks, and it was cozy and warm enough.
I curled up in the furthest corner I could find.
“Just a quick rest.”
If my legs fall asleep at least I’ll wake up.
Thinking that, I closed my eyes.
At that moment, exhaustion consumed me so thoroughly that sleep should have come instantly.
But even after a long time passed, I remained wide awake.
The darkness before my eyes, my own breath—everything grated on my nerves, making me more and more irritable.
“……Did it come back?”
Damned Insomnia.
I’d even mentioned it in a letter to Clara before, and now it had returned like clockwork, as always.
She’d been the one to get me those potent sleeping pills—strong enough to knock out a troll.
“Sigh.”
Finally giving up on sleep, I opened my eyes, and then I heard footsteps approaching.
Fortunately, tired as I was, I didn’t need to muster full alertness.
These footsteps made no attempt at concealment—they belonged to Hanno Becker.
I waited a moment, and then his large frame appeared from beyond the bookshelf.
“You were here?”
“Yeah. Nice little hideout you’ve got.”
Hanno Becker smiled softly and handed me something as he sat beside me.
It was bread wrapped in a napkin.
Since sleep wouldn’t come anyway, this worked out.
I stuffed a piece into my mouth and was chewing when Hanno asked me a question.
“You going through something difficult too, Rookie?”
The bread, and now counseling for my troubles.
Was this his way of repaying what I’d done for him last time?
I shrugged and answered.
“Not difficult so much as……complicated.”
“Something complicated’s bothering you?”
“People are always the most complicated thing, aren’t they?”
“People……?”
Hanno Becker’s expression darkened.
“Is someone giving you trouble?”
“Not exactly…… yeah, I guess it is trouble.”
I nodded, thinking of Killian Nox.
Being trapped in the Training Center and unable to sleep properly—how was that anything but trouble?
“It’s not that serious. I’m just confused. You can’t tell anything about a person just from their appearance.”
“That’s true. Since coming to the Training Center, I’ve thought many times that people are the hardest thing to understand.”
Hanno Becker scratched his cheek a bit sheepishly.
“The friends back where I came from, we all grew up together, so I was comfortable with them. But my classmates here are different. They’re each so unique. I couldn’t tell whether to trust them or get close to them.”
“So what did you do?”
“I just trusted my instinct.”
“Instinct?”
“Isn’t that why you’re confused? Your eyes and your instinct are telling you different things.”
“……That’s exactly it.”
So that’s what it was—the lack of sleep wasn’t the real issue.
It was the instinct gnawing at the back of my mind.
As I nodded silently, Hanno Becker spoke again.
“So trust your instinct too. Sometimes what you can’t see matters more than what you can.”
***
Following Hanno Becker’s advice, I decided to trust my instinct.
So I used the Training Center’s Secret Passage to slip into the Administrative Building, and—
‘I never expected to find this laid out so plainly before me.’
All the self-pity I’d been nursing about skipping dinner and moping around seemed petty now—a gift had been waiting for me.
Drawn by the sound of an argument, I arrived at Padilla Bondez’s Office.
“Can’t you please stop this?”
Wilfred Kessler’s instructor voice carried weariness as he spoke to Padilla Bondez.

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