Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 322



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The Regressor’s Notepad 322

Usurpation (8)

Office of the Director of the Information Agency.

Gedler packed up his stuff. He put everything he had polished over the years, his business documents, his personal computer and laptop, into boxes.

The interior design was left as is since Belmore would change it to his taste anyway.

“ha…….”

There was no foolishness. Because he had lost. From the beginning to the end, even the moments when he thought he had won were actually moments when he had lost.

Above all… … .

Now Gedler is betraying.

He was the first to successfully contact Belmore and the first to admit defeat. Then, as if he had been waiting, Belmore requested a meeting.

Maybe, to give yourself a chance.

“Tsk.”

Gedler clicked his tongue and opened the door to the director’s office.

“… … !”

There was already someone there, and Gedler’s body froze for a moment. A cold fear froze his back.

Zion Ascal.

He bowed to himself.

“Thank you for your effort.”

“… … What’s wrong with you?”

“Team Leader Belmore sent you.”

“You said you were coming in person?”

Zion smiled faintly.

“It could be a trap.”

“… … .”

Indeed, did Belmore leave me until the very end?

He is such a fucking thorough bastard.

“Well. It seems that the retirement is true, so Mr. Gedler’s intentions will be conveyed to his superiors as is.”

Gedler’s title has changed.

From Director to Mr.

It was a really fucking situation.

“Don’t worry. Lord Gedler will be treated as a former director.”

It is a privilege given to the one who betrays first. It is the price for selling out a comrade.

“Of course, some of the team leaders and other chasers who participated in the operation will be weeded out.”

“… … Isn’t that already happening?”

Gedler chuckled.

Since last week, several of the chasers have gone missing. No bodies have been found, but it was obvious.

“… … That means Mr. Gedler will not be included in the target.”

Zion placed his hand on Gedler’s neck. Gedler tensed without realizing it. The area around his collarbone where the man touched became stiff.

“Still, Mr. Gedler. Until things are sorted out, please stay hidden if possible.”

Zion straightened Gedler’s disheveled tie.

“Because a water ghost might come running.”

Knock knock. After finishing adjusting his clothes, he raises his eyebrows.

“You must protect yourself.”

It was a great humiliation for Gedler, but at the moment there was no other way.

“… … Okay, I see.”

“Ah. Before you go.”

Zion held out his hand to Gedler, who was about to leave.

“I need the transcript. The details of your conversations with the team leaders so far. You have them prepared, right?”

“……her.”

Gedler let out a breathless laugh.

The worldly wisdom of the numbered Gedler was meticulous. He thought through all the plans before making a plan, and the last plan among them was ‘betrayal’ to survive even if it was alone.

Belmore saw right through that.

“Here… … here, it is here.”

Gedler handed Zion a USB containing everything.

* * *

I sent Gedler away comfortably. The other team leaders were to be killed.

In the first place, these are people who would not benefit from being kept alive. Even if it is true that they rose through political ideology, the karma they have accumulated from competing for loyalty up until now is serious.

Of course, the culprit could be Gedler, but he won’t have an easy life either.

anyway.

From now on, unnecessary killing of civilians, bribery, corruption, etc. will be eradicated in the intelligence agency.

“… … Hey! Hey Inma!”

A loud voice called me. It was Bellmore, who had rushed to the director’s office.

“yes.”

“Where did the director go?!”

He searches for Gedler, sweating profusely.

The person who is going to be the director is really shameless.

I shrugged.

“He is gone.”

“What? No… … Where?”

“I don’t know.”

“No, shit… … .”

Belmore became the face of the world that had lost it.

Is there anyone else in the world who hates promotion so much? What a ridiculous person.

I asked as if I didn’t know.

“What’s going on?”

“What the heck, hey! What did the director say to you?!”

“yes.”

“What are you talking about!”

“I hope you will follow in my footsteps.”

“… … .”

Belmore’s mouth fell open.

Its already large chin has grown so much that it looks like it might touch the ground.

“Tuck your chin in.”

“… … Don’t go in, you punk!”

Bellmore screamed and placed his hand on his forehead.

“What the… … What the hell is this situation… … .”

I said softly, stroking my chin.

“Well. I hate to say this, but it seems like you had your eye on Team Leader Bell as your successor from the beginning.”

“What the hell are you talking about.”

“Look.”

I handed over the file I had prepared in advance.

“This is a list of civilian killings committed by other team leaders.”

Belmore skimmed through the contents.

“But. What is this?”

“Team Leader Bell, you don’t kill civilians on missions, do you?”

“Why kill civilians? It’ll be a hassle if something happens.”

Although he has a hobby of killing people and collecting their skulls, he never touches civilians. In a way, he gets them through fair fighting.

Of course that doesn’t mean Belmore is a better person, it just means he’s a slightly better piece of shit.

“No, just because of that? Why did you suddenly retire and start making a fuss before that? You are a decent gentleman.”

“… … Director Gedle has made many mistakes. With Lord Jedrick imprisoned, it seems he himself cannot hold out.”

“……her.”

Belmore stumbled. I looked around and blurted out a word.

“… … Just do it.”

“Ah. I don’t like it. Why should I-”

“Director Gedler personally nominated Team Leader Bell. I’m sure it will be relayed to his superiors. If he still doesn’t want to do it, then we’ll have no choice but to leave the Intelligence Service.”

“ah…….”

Bellmore finally gave out on the sofa, his legs giving out, and he muttered as he lay there.

“… …Why are you all like this?”

“I don’t know.”

I waited quietly.

“… … .”

Bellmore was breathing heavily without saying a word. Then he picked up his smartphone and looked at the screen. Suddenly, his lips twitched. Knock knock knock – The way he moved his thumb as if he was replying was strange.

What the hell is this guy doing?

“What are you going to do?

Belmore’s expression turned sad again.

“……hey.”

He just rolled his eyes and looked at me.

“You become a team leader, too. If you become a team leader, I will do it too.”

At this point, we’re almost halfway there.

I shook my head.

“I can’t do it.”

“What? Why? I do it and you don’t?”

“I am originally a reporter for Miss Jia.”

“… … Ah, then I won’t do it. I’ll just retire. Do you think I came here to be the director? I don’t want to live every day under stress-”

“What’s the problem?”

“What’s the problem? There are many problems, many problems.”

“Chief Belmore, you can become Miss Zia’s man too.”

That was my main point.

Belmore frowned.

“… … Gia? Are you crazy?”

“I’m serious.”

His complexion changed seriously.

“Anyway, Miss Jia is the least likely successor. In reality, she has no ambitions.”

Externally, Jia’s power is still weak. It will only make sense after Jedrick is swallowed up.

So, for now, it’s still a competition between Jedrick and Jahanna.

“If Team Leader Bell serves Miss Jia, I can also assist him.”

“… … .”

Belmore became a moving face.

“Once the inheritance is complete, Miss Jia will naturally become the successor.”

In addition, I added Belmore’s favorite saying.

“It means there is no risk.”

* * *

Interview room.

I got Jedrick to sign the [Commercial District Transfer Deed]. This lunch box menu was also refreshing and satisfying.

“Yes. I will handle the matter as quickly as possible.”

The excuse this time was that ‘commercial district executives are showing signs of becoming independent from Jedrick-‘

It wasn’t a made-up incident. It really happened.

Thankfully for me, Jedrick had many enemies within him.

“Did you find out what Vito is going to propose to the board?”

Jedrick asked.

“It seems like they are trying to claim ownership of some patents.”

“… … I guess that grass-haired guy was just planning to steal the patents and start another company.”

“Yes, but it seems easy to stop. Details are in this report.”

He handed over a report that was hundreds of pages long.

In this way, I am giving a carrot while usurping, showing that things are going well even while I am locked up in a detention center.

“I will read it.”

“Yes. And, have you heard the news of Geedler’s retirement?”

“I heard. Belmore is the successor.”

He doesn’t seem to have any particular thoughts. Rather, he seems to be in favor.

“Are you okay? You’re a very neutral person, though.”

I emphasized ‘neutrality’.

“It’s okay. I can’t say you’re mine, but you’re not Jahanna’s either.”

Jedrick picked up some sushi with his chopsticks and ate it. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

“… … Zion Ascal. You will soon become a Balancer.”

“I think it’s still a long way off.”

“Huh. Humility.”

Snap- he snapped his fingers.

“Now go back. Go and do what you have to do. Don’t just watch.”

“yes.”

What kind of puppy is this? As he gradually gained some free time, Jedrick’s unique personality of not remembering favors and his old habits are coming out.

“I hope there will be some dessert next time.”

“I will accept it.”

“Okay. Have a nice trip.”

Jedrick waved his hands, focusing only on the lunch box.

It was so odd how he didn’t even look at me as I left.

* * *

Meanwhile, Teia Isil’s workshop was a portrait gallery.

They moved as desperately as possible, but they had no connections to help Teia. Even Deputy Commander Yusef, who had cooperated with Jedrick Gun, refused to meet with her.

[The Holy Knight Teia Isil continues to remain silent, and Atan’s daughter Emilia strongly demands punishment… ]

“… … This fucking bullshit needs to make sense!”

Aren, Teia’s disciple, threw away his smartphone.

“That crazy bitch sold out her father to get so much money from Libra!”

“Aren! Aren, calm down.”

“Wait a minute! Are you the only one who’s acting like X right now?!”

The other disciples tried to stop Allen. Allen sat down on his chair, his hair ruffled.

After a long time of heavy breathing, I quietly called someone’s name.

“Gerken.”

Gerken looked back at Aren.

“yes.”

Gerken’s complexion was not much different from that of the other disciples. It was proof that he too had been running around in all directions for Theia.

“You know Zion Ascal?”

“… … Yes. I know.”

“That guy, is there something fishy going on? As far as I can see, that guy Sion Ascal is the culprit.”

“… … .”

Gerken kept his mouth shut.

Zion Ascal. He has been Libra’s confidant from the beginning, and he has been keeping his word.

“Zion Ascal? My information says Belmore?”

Suddenly another disciple intervened. It was a knight named ‘Rita’.

“… …Belmore?”

Aren frowned. Rita explained.

“Yeah. Belmore is the head of the intelligence agency. They say all the guys who stood up to him got their heads cut off. He’s a scary guy.”

“… … I know that too, but no. I saw it when the professor was taken away. Sion Ascal was watching us and tearing us apart. It was definitely that guy Sion.”

Gerken listened to their conversation quietly. He had nothing to say. An old friend… or rather, an acquaintance, had definitely turned into an enemy.

Gossiping wasn’t Gerken’s hobby.

Aren let out a deep sigh.

“Gerken. Come out. Let me talk to you.”

“yes.”

Aren leaves the workshop, and Gerken follows him.

Aren went up to the rooftop and smoked a cigarette. Gray smoke drifted in the wind.

“Gerken. What are you doing here?”

“… … ?”

Gerken looked at Aren as if he didn’t know what he meant.

Aren chuckled.

“You. You have an interview with the Knights of Congress tomorrow.”

“……ah-”

“go.”

Aren said firmly.

“The professor said to send you.”

“… … .”

Gerken leaned against the railing, looking up at the night sky for no reason.

There were no stars today.

“But, is there something you’re curious about?”

Aren exhaled smoke from his cigarette.

“What do you want to be when you grow up? I have no idea what you’re thinking.”

“I have no idea what I want to become.”

Allen narrowed his eyes at Gerken’s answer.

“As expected. As expected, it’s not fun.”

Knock knock. He patted the cigarette ash.

“… … Okay, go to the Knights of the Parliament. If not now, then never.”

He continued speaking as if sighing.

“Go there and help me, Master, so I can clear my name.”

Then he winked one eye at Gerken.

“Then it’s okay. Right?”

Gerken thought for a moment.

Rationally, it would be difficult to help Teia in this, since all information is blocked.

Libra’s power is this strong and thorough.

“yes.”

So, for now, Aren’s words were right.

Now there wasn’t even enough time to give up.

“I will do that.”

Aren smiled in relief.