At this very moment, I am walking up the stairs in a nightmare school with an agent from the Supernatural Disaster Management Agency.
…While dragging that agent along like a prisoner after restraining him.
For the record, I turned the tables on him with the very item he had handed me and restrained him with it.
“……”
What a shitshow.
‘This won’t do.’
No matter how I looked at it, I’d gone too far.
By tomorrow, I might end up on the blacklist of the Agency people, and if things went sideways, I might even get requisitioned to the Scales of Malice.
The company would probably protect me, but I did not want to deal with the insane situation of ending up indebted to Baekilmong Co., Ltd…!
‘I have to rehabilitate my image somehow.’
There was no day when the cold sweat on my back ever had a chance to dry….
First, I spoke in a grave tone.
“If you swear not to shout, I will remove the gag. Please nod your head.”
The eyes of the agent, who had been glaring at me murderously, settled.
Then he gave the slightest, eerily still nod.
‘…That’s a lie, isn’t it.’
If you’re going to deceive me, at least make it less obvious…!
In the end, I sighed and said,
“I have absolutely no intention of harming you, Agent, nor of tricking you into handing over Agency information so I can report it back to the company.”
“……”
“And… while saying that just now, I felt no pain at all.”
“…!”
“I know the caramel you gave me is a confession drug used for torture.”
The agent’s pupils shook.
“Of course, I don’t believe you had malicious intent. It’s just…”
I gazed off into the air with eyes tinged faintly with sorrow.
“Even if I didn’t go out of my way to say that I worked for Baekilmong Co.,…