I Possessed an Academy Without a Protagonist chapter 7

Episode 7. marie ale

‘Ummm…?’

Liechtenburg came home from a simple errand and tilted her head.

Erica, who had just left the house, came back and sat in the living room.

It was cute that the back of her head was shaking as she sat silently eating the sweets, so she kept trying to laugh.

It was Erica’s habit of not being able to put up with sweets when she was angry.

She didn’t seem to notice that she had returned yet, so she smiled and decided to take a closer look at Erica’s back.

‘Looks crazy. Guess I’m crazy You must be crazy!’

Erica shivered in anger as she shoved an elongated cookie into her mouth.

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Just thinking about cancer made me shudder.

It looked like it was going to die of suffocation.

I bowed my head to a commoner.

And then, he apologized, and even made it with respect.

No matter how embarrassed she was immediately after seeing the blood, her pride was unacceptable.

But her misunderstanding was not entirely unfounded.

A well-groomed school uniform and a strong body. And who would think that those who stand upright and face the nobility are commoners?

It was already far from the commoners from the fact that he was grinding half a horse at first glance to a nobleman.

‘But what happened…’

As the excitement of eating sugar subsided, a new question arose.

The blood in the warehouse.

And Schlus Heinkel, who seemed to have slept through the night of the 3rd, and showed signs of fatigue.

What the hell happened?

Outwardly, there were no visible injuries.

So it’s not the fault of the injury.

“Blood blood…?”

Is there any other way to spit out blood without trauma?

As for Erica, there was nothing that came to mind other than blood.

Are you suffering from an incurable disease?

“uh?”

incurable disease.

And for a commoner, an unusual admissions score.

When these two were connected, Erica exclaimed.

I’ve heard similar cases before.

Apparently, someone who had no talent awakened to magic at a late age.

It turns out that he sold his life to the devil. He had acquired magical talents in exchange for his lifespan.

What if Schlus Heinkel did the same?

“Crazy….”

Then, the bloody blood, the look of tiredness, and the common people took the top spot.

The suspicion that started from the little evidence soon became certain within Erica.

‘Ummm…?’

And Liechtenburg, who was watching it quietly from behind, smiled strangely.

hemoptysis. And the crazy guy…?

Seeing Erika talking to herself that she couldn’t understand at the moment, the woman’s heart grew deeper.

***

great.

Schlus Heinkel.

I now know that this child is a sunfish among sunfish.

He accepted the fact that he had to maintain the top position of Imperial University with this body throughout the first semester, although it was a bit dizzying.

It’s already spilled water.

Well, if I combine my knowledge and abilities as a writer, something will happen.

······· I don’t want to.

“But, Marie-san…”

“Yes?”

I am eating now.

No, the expression “bap” should not be too shabby.

okay. having a meal

A meal that does not envy Jin Jin-Sung.

“Didn’t you just clean up? Why are you eating…?”

But the problem is that it was Marie, not me who made this.

Obviously, you said that Marie was just a janitor.

It was she who told me to find an attendant on my own if I wanted to do chores.

“I’m so weak, but I don’t even go to the hospital. But how can I not feed and exhaust myself? As a mother of a son, I couldn’t stand it either.”

“Ah…. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just eating.”

“Thank you. I will eat deliciously.”

Is it a mother’s heart?

Even in this worldview full of conspiracies and conspiracies, there was such a warm-hearted person.

I don’t remember making a figure like that.

oh It’s not something I made, it’s like that. I understood.

“My contract period is until today. Perhaps the school will accept resources so that we can hire an attendant the day after the entrance ceremony.

“Thank you very much.”

It is not enough to thank Marie ten times.

You saved my life, and you are so kind to me.

“Then I’ll just go.”

“Yes. Thank you, Marie. If you have any difficulties, please contact me.”

“Ask the student for help?”

“Because it’s a benefactor. If I can be of any help, I’ll step out.”

“Thank you for your words.'”

“············”.

It’s not empty.

Marie packed her simple luggage and left the mansion.

Seeing that he is a character I have never sculpted, I will live quietly and die quietly without jumping into the main story.

You probably won’t ever meet Young-Young. As long as I don’t find it.

I feel so weird.

Perhaps it was the first person I met in this novel that I didn’t know, so I felt even more emotional.

I had a strong impression that everyone else was a fictional character, while Marie felt like a real ‘person’.

“It’s odd.”

Anyway, I kept feeling nauseous.

There are certainly parts of this world that I have not described.

In other words, passers-by on the street.

A lot of employees working at Imperial University.

But just because I didn’t describe it doesn’t mean there isn’t anything outrageous like a dragon that roams the sky above the school.

Because it compromises the probability.

Marie is definitely not a character I made.

Although my memory is a bit hazy, I can recall every single name of the extra, so it was certain.

If it was a character I did not describe, there would be no need to be added as the former manager of the dormitory single room.

It would have been enough just to set that the dormitory single room was left unattended until an attendant was hired.

That means that Marie was not just added for no reason.

for a reason It means that the character was added in order not to damage the probability.

And the clue is clearly in the novel I wrote.

It’s a character I didn’t describe, but there must have been a passage in the passage that I did describe her as a metaphor.

Let’s get to that point…

“Damn it.”

His forehead narrowed, and a curse came out of his mouth.

Marie Ale. The ‘former’ manager of the dormitory single room.

Now that I know who she is, I spit out swear words and ran out of the mansion.

There is no destination

A place where Marie could have gone.

Believing that he probably headed towards the residential area, he just runs to the alley that is the nearest road.

“f*ck f*ck f*ck.”

The first half of the novel. It was a very brief description.

The Kingdom Intelligence Bureau had one collaborator from among the Imperial University staff.

However, his contract period ended and as soon as he left the Imperial University, the value of use disappeared.

It has no value, but it has become a bomb that only risks exposing the activities of the spy agency.

In the end, the intelligence service killed him.

If my prediction is correct, the ‘he’ would be Mr. Marie.

To be honest, I don’t know what I was thinking with that description.

It wasn’t a double-track, and it didn’t affect the story later.

It was one of the countless useless settings in my novel that came naturally as I was just writing.

And people die because of what they do without thinking.

The person I took out with a few words died as a living person with eyes, nose and mouth like any other person here.

“crazy.”

The flow of mana beyond that alley was unusual.

A very weak magical reaction that ordinary people could not detect at all was leaking out.

I was able to figure out its identity at once.

cognitive impairment. It was a lower barrier that blocked only sound and vision with a small amount of magical power.

It seemed to predict what was going to happen within that barrier, so I accelerated further and ran.

“Eup······ Eup·············ogue.”

“Shh. Shhh.”

“············”.

Immediately after going around the alley, my whole body stiffened.

What appeared from beyond was Marie, who had been stabbed in the abdomen and moaned with a pale face.

And it was a sloppy man who was covering Marie’s mouth.

As soon as I saw him, I thought I knew his name.

In the first place, there was only one man with such a muscular body in the intelligence service.

It was the field agent, Iskandal.

“Who are you—– Ha-ha. f*ck you. f*ck you.”

“············”.

1 second. My eyes met with him, and a second of silence passed.

I don’t know what my expression looked like back then.

But what is certain is that I was so excited that I couldn’t afford to think.

“You must die too!”

“······································································!

Iskandal drew his sword and ran towards me in a straight line.

The tip of the sword was thrust in front of my eyes like a lightning bolt, and I reflexively bowed my head to avoid it.

“Cuckoo!”

However, at the same time, Iskandal’s knee kick flew into my chest.

For a brief moment, I lost my concentration and my vision went out, and when I finally regained my sight-

“Oh sh*t-“

Iskandal was riding on top of me, holding a knife in reverse and slashing it down.

The knife that pierced at a brutal speed, I grabbed the man’s hand and the guard and barely stopped.

·······No, it wasn’t me who stopped. Iskandal can pierce my chest if he wants to.

“Ugh! Ouch!”

“I’m sorry. I don’t feel bad, but since I’ve seen this, I have to die. Do you have any wills?”

I’ve been screaming and screaming.

crazy bastard

But thanks for taking the time.

“······ There seems to be none. Well then.”

My hand trembled, the balance of power was disturbed, and the sword began to descend more and more.

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Just before the tip of the sword touched my chest, I muttered to myself.

‘Choice and focus. Used for strength.’

“uh······?”

The man’s expression turned into astonishment.

The knife stopped. No, it was getting higher and higher now.

An infinitely thin arm was pushing away a muscular arm that was twice as thick.

And instinctively, I pulled out an arm and slammed a fist into his chin.

Nettle!

It happened in an instant.

I’ve never seen my arms move so fast.

There was nothing left in the place where the protruding arm passed without leaving an afterimage.

What should be there, namely, the head is gone.

Did you bruise for about 3 seconds watching that horror scene?

Blood and flesh fell from the sky as rain.

“Ha ha….·············”.

I dyed my whole body red and stood up, pushing the headless body away.

It was a very unrealistic sight for a small citizen who lived in the corner of the room, writing or scribbling.

what happened No, I was just trying to figure out what I was doing…

I thought of Mr. Marie and hurried to her.

With a pale face, to her lying dead.

“Mr. Marie! Ms. Marie! Can you hear me?”

“Ah. Mr. Schluss….”

Marie turned her head and looked at me.

After a moment of relief that she was alive, I looked at her abdomen.

There was a puddle of blood spewing out in real time.

When it comes to medicine, it was bleeding so much that I, as a non-native speaker, knew I was being f*cked.

I closed the affected area with my left hand and put my weight on it to press.

But the blood didn’t stop at all, it just leaked out the side of my hand.

where to put pressure. No strings or rubber bands?

“Mr. Schlus. It hurts….”

“Even if it hurts, I endure it. That’s how I live.”

“Mr. Schlus.”

“Stop talking. You have to stay strong.”

“Mr. Schlus.”

“Please stop talking.”

When I turned around in annoyance, there was a watch in Marie’s hand.

It was a small pocket watch that would fit perfectly in her small hand.

In the meantime, why is this…

I don’t see a proper tool to stop the bleeding.

Should I carry it like this and go to the hospital?

“Will you promise to give it to your son…?”

“Tell me that directly. Don’t keep saying weak things.”

“please······.”

“Ha. Okay. I’ll tell you. Okay?”

“············”.

“Mr. Marie?”

“············”.

A strong aura came over me.

The fountain of blood that spurted through my hand had now stopped.

turned his head

Marie stood still with her eyes open.

He gently placed his hand on his neck and took a pulse.

Mac stopped. In other words, it was dead.

I closed Marie’s eyes with a trembling hand.

Then, suddenly, something I saw in a documentary came to mind.

Even if the pulse is cut off, the human hearing and brain live a little longer.

“Yes. I will definitely deliver it to you. To my son… surely….”

She put her mouth close to Marie’s ear and whispered over and over again.

Absolutely. No matter what happens, I will carry on your legacy.

You are the one who saved my life, so I will listen to your will.

“f*ck….”

Footsteps were heard from afar.

It was one person.

There was no way to ascertain who it was.

The main character is Hurt Locker Siegfried.

I stretched out Mr. Marie’s tight grip.

I picked up the pocket watch inside. A simple pocket watch without a chronograph.

I had to leave the scene as it was without a moment’s anger.

Leaving Mr. Marie alone.

*

what happened after that

I don’t remember well.

He immediately crossed the road wall and returned to the dormitory single room, and first washed Iskandal’s blood and flesh off his body.

I found out then

The fact that the shoulder of his right arm is missing and his fingers are all broken.

“Hey, you bastard. How the hell do you do this f*cking exercise?”

“············”.

I went to the hospital right away and heard a scream from the doctor.

Fortunately, no bones were broken, and the fingers and shoulder joints were all dislocated.

He put it back together and wrapped a bandage around it.

After the procedure, I went out to the terrace for a while and leaned against the railing.

My arm throbbed and hurt.

“after······.”

This is a fictional world.

It’s a fictional world

It’s not reality.

I just watch the ending and go back to the real world, I don’t really care what this damn world turns out to be.

would have thought

No matter who died or got hurt in this world, it would have nothing to do with me.

“This f*ck….”

But one person died.

It wasn’t a fictional character I made up.

It was someone I didn’t know at all.

In the fictional world, non-fictional characters were living and breathing.

The moment she died, the wall between fiction and reality was torn down.

At least from now on, I can no longer recognize this world as fiction.

With him, a private emotion settled in my heart.

hatred. Ironically, I hate the main character I made.