On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 112

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 112

 

 

Teaching Assistant Appointment

 

 

When the explosion occurred, people hurriedly fled the vineyard grounds.

Everyone was clearly flustered and shocked.

Some people showed their regret.

 

“Damn it, how much did I spend trying to get into that black market…”

 

Everyone felt the same way.

The so-called Black Sky Collection.

And even Specter’s items that occasionally appeared there!

However, most people just let out sighs of relief in the face of that explosion.

If they had gotten out of there late, black market or not, they would all be dead.

On the other hand, there was someone who was equally surprised and flustered by the explosion, then immediately switched to praise mode.

 

“You’ve achieved your objective, Boss!”

 

Gilbert whispered, worried someone might overhear.

 

“Yes. Not everything, but I’ve achieved it to some extent.”

 

To some extent?

 

‘Were you originally planning to blow up this entire vineyard?’

 

If you can’t have it, destroy it!

Forces that tried to take advantage of Black Sky’s downfall to sell those items and gain power.

Even going so far as to fraudulently claim they were daggers used by Specter!

 

‘Who would have thought those Ospelt bastards were plotting something in a place like this.’

 

But the Boss here had blown all of that away.

A misunderstanding that wasn’t really a misunderstanding!

His thinking wasn’t wrong, but Gilbert could never imagine that the target was the Siren Family.

 

‘I secured the silver coins and blew up everything else, so this should be sufficient damage to the Siren Family.’

 

Ziel judged that this would be enough to sufficiently suppress Siren’s movements for now.

The creation of an assassination group.

In that process, a lot of funds would inevitably be consumed, and he had blown away a considerable portion of those funds.

Moreover, he had blown up the black market itself, which was their means of making money, so it would take considerable time to restart.

Of course, this wasn’t the end.

The Siren Family would stop at nothing to become the Empire’s greatest family.

If they moved again someday, they would threaten the students once more.

So—

 

‘The key is how to utilize this information.’

 

Siren was creating an assassination group.

Using mages.

Originally, in the world of mages, assassins were despised.

That contempt stemmed from fear.

Warriors who had undergone repeated physical training at least had some chance, but mages had no choice but to die.

So the two were considered never to be mixed…

Siren had spectacularly broken that stereotype and begun gathering assassins.

 

‘They’ll be quiet for a while, but… I need to take precautions in advance.’

 

Ziel thought of several methods.

Meanwhile.

 

“Take this.”

“What is this?”

“I brought it from inside.”

“D-don’t tell me it’s Specter’s…”

 

Ziel answered firmly with conviction.

 

“Absolutely not. That will never happen.”

“I see…”

 

But it was too early to be disappointed.

 

“Are you perhaps giving this to me?”

“If by ‘give’ you mean transferring ownership, then no.”

 

Now it seemed appropriate to be disappointed.

Ziel gave instructions to the dejected Gilbert.

 

“Find out what’s in the box. It looks like a magical tool or magitech materials, so investigate thoroughly.”

“Understood. I’ll do my best to find out.”

 

While the two were leaving the vicinity of the vineyard.

 

“Well now, who would have thought things would turn out this way.”

 

One person who hadn’t left the vineyard area yet.

Locus, the Personnel Director of Edelwein Academy, removed his mask and scratched the back of his head.

 

“A sudden explosion…”

 

After the series of incidents at the academy, Locus had been tracking the Siren Family.

As a result, he had even detected the existence of this black market and was finally able to enter it.

 

“Back to square one.”

 

An explosion that occurred before he could investigate anything.

This incident will probably cause a commotion for a while.

However, it wasn’t without gains.

Though unintended, it dealt a significant blow to Siren.

 

‘If the funds burned along with all the items inside…’

 

Locus’s objective was simple.

To deal with the Siren family that threatened the Academy.

And if there was one more thing…

Revenge against those who had harmed his subordinates.

However, he was also curious.

 

“No matter how I look at it, this was an artificial explosion.”

 

Who else besides himself was pursuing Siren?

Kundel?

Rihart?

No.

Both would find it difficult to act openly.

A wrong move could cause major repercussions.

 

‘Then who?’

 

Though peaceful on the surface, looking inside revealed a power struggle between factions.

The destruction of the Black Sky assassination group.

Since then, the conflict had intensified even more.

Taking advantage of this gap, Siren had emerged, and considering the forces that would try to check them…

 

‘The Imperial Palace?’

 

Locus nodded.

Indeed, that had the highest probability.

To attack Siren with such boldness, it could only be the Imperial Palace!

No other faction would have done something like this.

 

‘It definitely wasn’t the work of a single person either.’

 

Locus decided to leave the scene for now.

 

 

After sunrise, in the morning.

The capital was in an uproar over the previous night’s explosion.

 

“Hmm, a mysterious explosion.”

 

[Mysterious explosion in District 13! Terrorism or accident?]

 

Department Head Berhal, who was reading the newspaper, tapped his desk with his finger.

 

[An explosion occurred at the vineyard annex owned by the Ospeldt family. This caused a significant portion of the nearby vineyard fields to be lost to fire. While firefighting efforts have been completed, the exact property damage is…]

 

“Ospeldt, the Ospeldt family…”

 

A family famous for operating a large-scale vineyard in the District 13 outskirts.

Moreover, it was a family that boasted quite close relations with the Siren family.

But that alone wasn’t enough to infer a connection to the explosion.

 

“Someone must have been playing with fire.”

 

Berhal dismissed it casually and moved on to read other articles.

Then he discovered one interesting piece.

 

[‘Art’ itself, speaking of Mortis.]

 

“Oh.”

 

Berhal was also an ardent fan of Mortis and a regular customer of the boutique.

An interview about the new collection was featured.

 

[Lord Mortis mentioned ‘himself’ regarding his recently changed ‘artistic perspective.’ Reflecting on the Mortis brand’s values, once represented by avant-garde and luxury, from those early days, what he truly loved…]

 

More precisely, he was mentioning a certain person.

 

[Recently, a guest who captured Lord Mortis’s attention visited the boutique. Unlike other guests, he calmly inquired only about bed inventory, showing no interest or attention to any items in the boutique, then suddenly focused on a bracelet from Lord Mortis’s first collection that had been the least popular. Lord Mortis was greatly shocked by this…]

 

In conclusion, the Empire’s greatest designer Mortis had used this as an opportunity to contemplate ‘art’ once again.

 

“Hmm, a gift?”

 

He had sent that item as a token of gratitude to the person who provided this opportunity, hoping to meet again soon.

 

“Whoever it is must be enviable.”

 

Knock knock.

 

Then came the sound of knocking.

 

“Ah, please come in.”

 

As the door opened, Ziel and Gilbert entered the Department Head’s office.

 

“Welcome, both of you. Teacher Ziel, and… you must be Teacher Gilbert?”

“That’s correct.”

“Welcome to our Academy. Please sit. Since Teacher Ziel recommended you as a talented individual, I really wanted to meet you.”

 

Gilbert thought to himself.

 

‘Could this person also be a member of the organization?’

 

Though he was a crow, he wasn’t unaware of Berhal Abue’s name.

He was already famous as a Grand Knight, and was even a former commander of the Imperial Knights!

 

‘If they managed to recruit this person, then Boss is really….’

 

What kind of organization is he trying to create?

Could it be an organization that could swallow up the entire Empire and more?

 

“It’s fragrant. The aroma is very good. Perfect for awakening a tired morning.”

“Thank you.”

 

Could this meeting be some kind of secret meeting?

The kind where they act while hiding their true purpose….

 

“Teacher Gilbert is from the Eastern Region, I hear. How did you come to form a connection with Teacher Ziel?”

“I was fortunate. Bo… No, my senior took me in.”

“I see. You have good fortune with people. It’s not easy to find someone like Teacher Ziel.”

“I think so too.”

 

Berhal took another sip of tea.

 

‘He seems ordinary. Looks like he’s had some training… but I can’t tell his level yet.’

 

Gilbert, whose employment was decided solely on Ziel’s recommendation.

Since it was just hiring a teaching assistant, this much was easily possible with Berhal’s authority as staff.

 

“Starting next semester, Teacher Ziel will have more work, so I hope Teacher Gilbert will help him a lot.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll help my senior in every way possible so he won’t be inconvenienced.”

“That’s welcome news to hear.”

 

Whatever happened, his loyalty seems very high.

 

‘Did he save his life or something?’

 

Not only had he saved his life, but he was creating a new life for him.

Escaping the organization’s grasp that he couldn’t easily break free from even if he wanted to, and even providing the disguised identity of Gilbert.

 

“Ah, and about the salary, as you probably know….”

 

Just as he was carefully bringing up the topic.

 

“If I cared about salary, I wouldn’t have come here.”

“Ah.”

“Don’t worry. Money isn’t important, Department Head. What’s important is that my senior is here.”

 

Berhal’s eyes wavered!

It wasn’t from confusion.

It was from being moved.

Most teaching assistants, when they heard about salary, would either resign themselves or just nod saying “I see.”

 

‘Where did he bring such a passionate teacher from.’

 

He seemed passionate in a different way from Ziel.

He suddenly envied the students who would receive guidance from these two passionate teachers.

Especially the current first years.

How much progress had they made studying under Ziel!

 

“Good. Please take care of things from now on. Please help a lot, and later I hope you’ll aim to stand at the podium directly like Teacher Ziel.”

“Me? Become a teacher?”

“Yes. Teacher Gilbert. Of course. While it’s important to help Teacher Ziel during your time as a teaching assistant, shouldn’t you eventually move up higher?”

 

Thump!

 

Gilbert’s heart pounded.

 

‘A new life as a teacher wouldn’t be bad either!’

 

He’d make less money than as a crow, but it was a disguised identity anyway.

The profession of teacher!

The prestige wasn’t bad at all.

 

‘Since it’s unexpectedly a profession nobles don’t want to do, there’d be less attention too.’

 

“Understood! I’ll work hard!”

“Good. Please take care of things.”

 

Berhal smiled contentedly.

There were no worries about next semester.

No, he was actually looking forward to it.

 

“By the way, Teacher Ziel. How are preparations for next semester’s classes going?”

“Since we built basic physical training in the first semester, starting from the second semester I plan to teach full-scale combat and swordsmanship.”

“Hmm. Good. Will the students spar with each other?”

 

They’d probably spar moderately and such.

He’d heard roughly about it.

Rumors about making armor from Ruinbark shells obtained during practicals.

The intention was probably to reduce the risk of injury during sparring between students….

 

“No. We’re inviting from outside.”

“Inviting?”

 

This is the first I’ve heard of it?

 

“Ah, so you’re bringing in external swordsmanship theory instructors….”

“We’re sending the Kundel Family Knight Order.”

 

Did I just hear that wrong?

 

“Where?”

“The Kundel Family. I requested it during the home visit and received their approval.”

“….”

 

What on earth is this teacher.

That terrifying Kundel Family Knights….

He called them to the Academy?

And for swordsmanship classes at that?

 

“…Teacher Ziel.”

 

Berhal asked seriously.

 

“Do you perhaps know some weakness of the Kundel Family?”

 

Of course it was a joke.

Though there was a tiny bit of genuine curiosity about whether that might actually be the case—

 

“Yes. I know it.”

 

Ziel’s answer left Berhal confused.

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