On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 111
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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 111
Dagger of the Polar Night (4)
Ziel moved backstage.
Hiding his body in the shadows.
No one noticed.
Once he escaped the view of surveillance magical tools like Ascal’s Eye, from then on it was Ziel’s stage.
Ziel was a former assassin.
And a legendary existence who was called the Specter.
Therefore, as long as there were shadows, he could hide his body anywhere.
“Is something happening outside?”
“The lights suddenly went out and came back on.”
“This is why magic stone lighting is problematic. Whenever there’s an issue with the central magic stone, this always happens.”
“What can you do? There are so many mage lords here.”
He added another clue.
There were an unusually large number of mages here.
Mages were beings whose numbers were extremely few.
Places where this many mages could gather would be the Magic Tower, Arcane School, and…
‘It must be a group with many mages.’
Excluding those sitting in the audience seats, the mages Ziel had confirmed so far totaled 8.
A considerable number.
And one of the people conversing inside was also a mage.
Because the scent of a mage came from the mana mixed in their breath.
‘There are 4 inside.’
Gauging their level, there was 1 Grand Knight and 2 below that level, plus 1 mage.
Considerable fighting power.
With this much, he would normally need to lure them out one by one to deal with them.
An ordinary assassin would certainly have done so.
But Ziel was different.
‘Good thing I saved one.’
Praise Card Mk1.
The initial version that generated sleeping gas.
Rip.
The moment he tore the card and threw it inside, sleeping gas spread!
“What is this…”
The moment those inside panicked, Ziel emerged from the shadows and rushed in-
Thud, thud thud!
He instantly stabbed the necks of the 4 people whose vision was obscured by gas, knocking them unconscious.
‘It’s over.’
And simultaneously, the 4 collapsed.
They probably didn’t see it.
The gas played a part, but even without the gas, they would have only seen a blurry silhouette.
Ziel’s speed didn’t slow down at all from merely stabbing 4 people simultaneously.
And Ziel wasn’t affected by the sleeping gas either.
He already had resistance through training.
‘There are no Ascal’s Eyes or surveillance devices inside here.’
After confirming the danger, Ziel finally discovered a considerable amount of accumulated Black Sky items.
‘It’s a considerable amount. Did these leak from other Black Sky branches?’
The Imperial subjugation.
After that, Black Sky fell.
An incident where all branches were simultaneously attacked.
But in the process, it seemed some items from certain branches had leaked out.
‘From the Western Branch.’
Checking the characteristics of the items, it was certain they leaked from the Western Branch.
There were about 40 different types of items.
The quantity alone numbered in the hundreds.
It was safe to say that more than half the items from one branch had leaked out.
Ziel selected only a few to take, then set traps without hesitation.
So that everything would burn the moment it was touched.
Not just these, but everything in this underground area.
‘Shall I examine what’s next?’
Ziel withdrew his interest from the items and looked elsewhere.
There wasn’t much else to gain, but he discovered one thing from the unconscious guys.
‘Black Market circulation schedule.’
A paper with the next black market sequence written on it.
“District 20. Sewers beneath the Keus Family Mansion.”
True to being a black market, they only chose secretive locations to operate.
However, the moment he saw the words “Keus Family,” one thought flashed through Ziel’s mind.
Precisely the information about Siren that the Kundel Family had provided.
‘This is the underground of the Ospelt Family’s Vineyard Annex.’
The Ospelt Family.
The Keus Family.
These two families had one thing in common.
A close relationship with one particular family.
“….”
This place where far too many mages, supposedly top-tier personnel, were stationed.
The magical tool called the Eye of Ascal, which was extremely difficult to obtain.
Then….
“That family.”
All evidence pointed to one conclusion.
Kundel.
Rihart.
And the third strongest family following them.
A family unmatched in magic, having produced countless mages and wielding powerful influence in the magical world.
Precisely.
“I see. The mastermind is the Siren Family.”
The circumstances and evidence suggested as much.
He couldn’t be completely certain.
However, assassins were beings who decided their next actions based on small certainties.
‘What is their purpose.’
He couldn’t know yet.
Why they were collecting and distributing Black Sky’s items.
But he could be somewhat certain that Siren was involved.
To strengthen that certainty, Ziel also searched the unconscious mages’ belongings.
Indeed.
‘Siren’s inscription.’
The most obvious evidence revealed when he lifted the robe and the clothes worn underneath.
If warriors had breathing techniques, mages had ‘inscriptions.’
The inscription visible on this mage was one that the Siren Family carved onto their affiliated mages.
An inscription Ziel had seen several times during assassination missions!
‘Is Siren operating this black market.’
Siren.
A family that had been indirectly entangled with him since the beginning of the semester through Delev’s assassination and the Exchange Tournament.
All those attempts had come to nothing because of Ziel.
And now they were entangled again like this.
“….”
His contemplation wasn’t long.
Ziel woke the unconscious mage again and asked from behind him.
“If you don’t answer, I’ll dig out all your inscriptions.”
“…!”
The most terrifying thing for mages.
Having their inscriptions damaged.
Simple damage would be fine, but if the mana core located beneath the inscription was destroyed by digging into the flesh….
They would no longer be mages.
“Are you affiliated with Siren?”
The mage nodded frantically.
“Did these items come from Siren?”
Another nod.
Up to this point, he was just reconfirming his certainty.
The real questions started now.
“Was Siren involved in the destruction of ‘Black Sky’?”
It wasn’t for revenge.
Ziel despised The Organization from the beginning.
But he needed to know.
“I, I only heard that they were.”
“Then these items?”
“I believe they were… stolen when Black Sky was destroyed.”
Siren was a wealthy family.
Ziel knew that much.
Therefore, he asked a rational question based on that fact.
“What is Siren’s purpose?”
“I, I don’t know that much either….”
It wasn’t a lie.
Then he needed to change the question.
“Are they creating an assassination group?”
This time there was no answer.
However, his pulse began to fluctuate.
Very violently.
The moment unease turned into certainty.
“If you don’t answer, your inscription will disappear. Is Siren… creating an assassination group they can control themselves?”
“…What?”
The Siren Family.
One of the Empire’s three great families.
If Kundel and Rihart base their foundation on swordsmanship, then conversely, Siren bases theirs on magic.
Magic!
Mages are a force that constitutes one pillar within the Empire!
So Siren produces the most mages and boasts the greatest influence in the world of magic, and yet…
For some reason, for the past several hundred years, the Siren Family has been unable to escape from being third place.
‘So that’s why.’
Ziel had deduced this from the unique scent he felt from the mage who was now answering and from those traces.
That Siren was creating an assassination group.
“You smell of hide and chemicals.”
Once again, a throbbing pulse.
Assassins receive special ‘treatment’ during their training process.
To erase their body odor, they must apply special chemicals all over their bodies for a year and wear hide soaked in those special chemicals.
What Ziel smelled was exactly that scent.
That unforgettable scent.
“Your hands have calluses. These kinds of calluses form from handling daggers and rope.”
He also saw calluses that were hard to find on mages.
Mages rarely do physical training.
Even if they do, it’s just a bit of running for physical fitness management.
“You also smell of poison. Haesali Flower?”
“…!”
His heart pounded completely.
It was as good as affirming it.
‘How does he… know everything?’
Because it was Ziel.
No matter how faint the scent and traces, Ziel could detect them.
The Polar Night Breathing Technique.
The breathing technique of the world’s only user that makes all of this possible.
Therefore, the mage would rather faint again.
Everything he said was correct.
Siren was now trying to create an assassination group using mages.
Adding assassins recruited from other places and mages trained by them to create…
An unprecedented new assassination group!
Press.
At that moment, Ziel’s dagger lightly pressed near the mage’s inscription.
“Answer me. Why are you creating an assassination group?”
The mage flinched and answered urgently.
“I, I, I’m just a low-ranking member so I don’t know! I don’t know that much!”
The mage answering urgently.
He really seemed not to know.
“Really? You don’t need to tell me. I learned something called ‘deduction’ from books.”
“…?”
“Siren is always evaluated as the family that comes after Kundel and Rihart. Right?”
“Th, that’s… right… but…”
“You’ve made many efforts to surpass that until now. But failed. Right?”
“…That’s right.”
“So Black Sky was destroyed and their items were leaked, and you’re trying to surpass the other two families by using the extreme measure of creating an assassination group. Right?”
“That’s… right.”
Why does he know so well.
Then why did he ask?
“Did I ‘deduce’ well?”
Though invisible, Ziel’s eyes sparkled with anticipation!
Deduction is something that cannot be missing from human thought.
However, for Ziel who was just beginning to develop his sense of self, this was the first time he had consciously thought of the word ‘deduction’ and tried to execute it.
“That’s… right. You deduced well…”
Though he wondered if it was right to praise his opponent now, the mage nodded enthusiastically to survive.
“Good. But there’s something I couldn’t deduce. You’ll have to tell me that. Why are you creating an assassination group? It would be difficult if the Imperial Palace found out.”
Perhaps Siren was receiving protection from the Imperial Palace?
Ziel’s deductive power had reached this far.
However, this time he was wrong.
“I, I don’t know well either, but… I understand there’s a succession struggle between the eldest son and second son within Siren. There are widespread rumors that they’ll hand over the family to whoever achieves the family’s long-standing goal…”
“I see.”
A means to an end.
So that was it.
‘So they’re even creating an assassination group for that.’
“A-And! The Siren Family has recovered some of the Black Sky assassins.”
It was the moment he gave this answer.
“Is that so….”
Killing intent rising from within the muttering.
Even without being able to turn around, it was killing intent intense enough for the mage to feel tremendous trembling.
His legs nearly gave out.
“Continue.”
“T-The original target was the Specter, but he went missing….”
At those words, the killing intent instantly subsided.
And from behind, a confident voice was heard.
“You’ll never find him in your lifetime.”
“Pardon?”
This was all the information he could extract.
Ziel took out the memory erasing potion from the Black Sky items he had found earlier and shoved it into the man’s mouth.
“Swallow it.”
“Mmph.”
And the mage fainted.
He would forget all of the conversation they just had.
“An assassination squad.”
As long as he was living under a disguised identity, whatever happened to the assassins wasn’t Ziel’s concern.
However, the Sirens were continuously threatening the students.
Last time it was Delev.
Next time it could be Celia.
If they even created an assassination squad, assassins might come to the Academy someday.
Ziel didn’t care whether Black Sky perished or not.
The assassination organization had made the current Ziel, but that didn’t mean he was grateful or had any affection left.
Camaraderie?
Ziel didn’t know the faces or names of the assassins he had occasionally worked with on missions, and had never once conversed with them.
He had moved with the thought of just retrieving anything that could expose his identity.
But now it was confirmed that the opponent was the Siren Family.
‘If I leave this alone, they’ll continue threatening the students.’
So Ziel made his decision.
‘It would be good to deal them a major blow.’
The Sirens’ purpose for operating this black market was naturally fundraising.
He had taken only a few items and arranged for everything else to be burned….
‘The safe.’
Ziel looked around the room and discovered a safe.
Something that should naturally be in a black market.
Click.
He opened it without much difficulty, but Ziel didn’t find what he had expected.
‘No documents. It would be nice if there was evidence related to the assassination squad’s creation.’
But there was something else.
Dikelen silver coins piled up abundantly.
The Sirens’ source of funding.
Even just this amount was at a considerable level.
And besides the silver coins, one more thing.
“A magical tool? Or… magitech materials?”
In a box inside, an unidentified object emanating mana was discovered.
‘Or perhaps it’s the special item scheduled to be sold at the next auction.’
He couldn’t tell what it was, but it didn’t seem dangerous or likely to be tracked.
Ziel took both the silver coins and the box without hesitation.
‘This should deal sufficient damage.’
All the items in here were scheduled to become the Sirens’ funds.
However, they would all burn to ashes.
On top of that, he had taken the silver coins.
There didn’t seem to be any more evidence to find or places worth searching.
‘They’ll wake up within 5 minutes.’
The unconscious guys would wake up soon too.
But right after waking up, they would have to desperately flee.
If they didn’t want to burn to death.
The search was finished, and Ziel gripped the Polar Night Dagger in his hand again.
“…Sold, sold! Congratulations. We’ll move on to the next auction immediately.”
Outside, the auction was still in full swing.
Ziel drew upon the Polar Night Breathing Technique once more.
“Again, again?”
“Is there a problem with the lighting?”
Ziel took advantage of the darkness to return to his seat and retrieve the Illusion Stone.
When he pressed under the dagger again, the light returned, and naturally, there was no change in the scenery.
No one noticed that Ziel had returned to his original position either.
“Get ready, Gilbert.”
“Yes?”
Gilbert was startled when Ziel, who had been sitting quietly the whole time, suddenly spoke.
‘But you didn’t go anywhere?’
He had clearly said they would move after he went somewhere and came back…
That’s when it happened.
“What’s that smell?”
“It smells like… something burning…”
Despite the prohibition on talking, people had no choice but to speak up.
Because an acrid burning smell had started to fill the air.
The auctioneer, who was closest, also panicked and looked around before approaching backstage.
“Sm-smoke. Over there by the stage…”
Acrid smoke was flowing out from backstage.
An ominous sign.
“It looks like there’s a fire.”
“Fi-fire! That really looks like fire!”
As uncontrollable murmuring spread throughout the audience seats, two people remained unshaken.
Ziel.
And Locus.
“Everyone please head to the emergency exit! The auction is over!”
The management, having grasped the situation, quickly shouted.
Flames were indeed rising from behind the stage.
With those words, the audience area became chaos as people got tangled up together.
Ziel and Gilbert mixed in with the crowd and quietly, quickly escaped the underground.
‘Is it just an accident? No, the lighting definitely went out twice… Then was it Boss?’
Gilbert didn’t know why Ziel had come to the black market.
He could only guess that perhaps he was interested in Black Sky’s items.
‘Could it be that if he can’t have it, he destroys it? As expected! He’s keeping them in check! Before they fall into other hands!’
Gilbert had built up another misunderstanding.
‘That’s Boss for you. He’s dreaming of the ultimate organization.’
Meanwhile, everyone had passed through the underground and escaped through the emergency exit.
They emerged on the opposite side of the vineyard’s outskirts.
It was not far from the annex building they had entered earlier.
“Ugh, the smell!”
“What on earth is going on? The auction is ruined!”
“After spending so much money to get there…”
People burst out with complaints.
Everyone was more than disappointed with their collapsed expectations.
Merhen was particularly furious.
“This was my chance to finally get Specter’s item!”
An ardent fan of Specter.
He had no idea that Ziel was right nearby.
Gilbert whispered quietly from beside him.
“Boss, let’s head back for now. If we stay here, we might get caught up in unnecessary trouble. Oh, and should I look into information about the next auction house?”
That’s when it happened.
Boom!
With an explosion sound, flames could be seen shooting up in the distance.
“Good heavens.”
“What on earth is that…”
After confirming the explosion, Ziel turned away and replied to Gilbert.
“No, I have no more business with the black market now.”
Probably other places would end up the same way in the future.
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