On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 113
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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 113
Legend of the Dark Ghost
The ability to grasp the nuances between words and sentences is something that naturally accumulates through long experience.
In that sense, Ziel couldn’t tell whether the question Berhal had just asked was a joke, or if it was connected to the knight order invitation he had just made.
He simply perceived it as a separate question asking if he knew any weaknesses.
So he nodded, and thus the brief visit came to an end.
“Boss, do you really… know the Kundel Family’s weakness?”
Even Gilbert, who had left the Department Head’s Office with him, was stammering as he asked.
“Yes. I know it.”
“As expected of you, Boss. To have even Kundel in your grasp!”
“In my grasp?”
“I mean you can use them as you please.”
“Hmm.”
It wasn’t wrong.
He had obtained everything he wanted in exchange for handing over the ‘Black Blade’ dagger.
Even the Polar Night Dagger he had used so well during the last night mission was an incredible gain!
‘But does that only respond to my breathing?’
According to the records, that dagger was described as just an ordinary dagger.
That’s why Ziel had simply brought it because it had the name Polar Night attached to it.
Who would have thought it had such abilities.
‘I should look for other items of Aznil’s when I get the chance.’
“I don’t know what that weakness is, but it must be something incredible. To think that even the heavy-bottomed Kundel Knight Order…”
Slush funds?
A secret that could bring catastrophe?
What could it be?
It must be something incredible!
‘Their security was weak.’
Ziel betrayed Gilbert’s expectations.
But in Ziel’s eyes, it was the perfect weakness!
The number of guards.
The overall security.
In Ziel’s view, it was only slightly better than Sopen’s.
If he put his mind to it, he could infiltrate right now and put a sword to the neck of the Kundel family head.
When you think about it, it was an incredible vulnerability.
It was just different from what Gilbert had expected.
‘Just how far does Boss’s influence reach?’
Gilbert made another vow.
“I will serve you with complete loyalty, Boss.”
“…”
“Boss?”
Was the flattery too much?
Ziel didn’t respond.
‘No, it’s not flattery, I’m being sincere…’
Ziel was looking toward the Department Head’s Office they had just left when he suddenly said to Gilbert.
“Go to the dormitory first. I’ll return later. I have some remaining business.”
“May I join you in whatever it is?”
“No.”
“…Yes.”
A cold boss.
A harsh boss!
But this too was a trial.
‘It must be important business that someone like me is too early to be involved in!’
There were still many days ahead to spend with Boss to be disappointed by this much.
“Then, I’ll be going, Boss.”
“Ah. Gilbert.”
Gilbert’s feet spun around quickly.
“Did you call me?”
Sparkling eyes!
Did he think I was needed after all?
“After you finish the student analysis I mentioned earlier, make sure to complete the field site survey as well. I’ll come later too.”
“…Yes.
After Gilbert left, Ziel immediately activated the Polar Night Breathing Technique.
Then the sounds that had been faintly audible began to amplify.
The source of those sounds was the Department Head’s Office they had just left.
“You chased Siren throughout the entire vacation?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you do such a thing?”
“They injured my subordinate.”
Berhal pressed his forehead.
Even though he’s my son, he’s being far too reckless.
“Don’t you know what kind of family Siren is?”
“Are you lecturing me?”
Locus snickered.
Berhal’s facial muscles twitched.
“What exactly… are you plotting right now?”
“I already told you. Siren threatened the students and more importantly, they touched my subordinate.”
“Even so, they’re one of the Great Families!”
“So should I just leave it alone? You’re the one acting strange here.”
“…You’re the Personnel Director. Leave such matters to the Imperial Family. If you have gathered information, then to them…”
“If the Imperial Family hears this story, don’t you think they’ll use Siren to instigate a fight between Kundel and Rihart?”
An argument, no, a quarrel was continuing.
The father-son quarrel was quite refreshing to Ziel.
On one hand, he reconfirmed the fact that Locus was pursuing Siren.
‘That person called Lena I saw at the exchange tournament was investigating.’
At that time, Siren denied the charges and it was glossed over.
So perhaps that’s why Locus decided to take action.
‘Maybe it’s connected to the anomalies during the practical training.’
A Ruinbark that should have been in the 5th year area suddenly moved to the 1st year students’ area.
It was fortunate that Ziel was there.
A massacre of the 1st year students almost occurred.
Three times in total.
Including the incident involving hiring Gilbert, who had now become his subordinate.
In a situation where Siren could no longer be left alone, Ziel focused on the conversation for now.
“You’re a mystic arts user. If you move, this whole game will be shaken.”
“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”
“Don’t you think Siren will try to harm you?”
“If I worried about such things, I wouldn’t have moved at all. I have sufficient justification.”
“…The justification that they tried to harm students? Isn’t the fact that they touched your subordinate the bigger issue?”
“What does it matter either way.”
Flick.
Puff.
Along with the sound of drawing on a cigarette, a faint smell of smoke drifted out.
“I’m simply doing what you won’t do, Department Head.”
“…”
“Isn’t it strange? Right now you should be moving most actively to keep Siren in check…”
“I’m the Department Head.”
“Yes, I suppose you are. But I intend to move. You’re still the same as always. Because of that damn justification and reputation, in the end… you’ll repeat the same mistake.”
Ziel also became curious.
What had happened between these father and son?
‘The conversation has concluded.’
Ziel first exited the corridor and then had a good idea.
‘It should be fine to deliver information to both Locus and Kundel.’
If it had been during his assassin days, such concerns wouldn’t have been necessary.
Whether it was Siren’s family head or the assassins he was raising, he could just massacre them all and escape.
But Ziel had now started a new life.
‘I’ll only move directly when the situation is certain.’
Locus is a mystic arts user.
Kundel is a Grand Lord family.
Both possess sufficient power.
‘I should deliver to both sides.’
Then let’s see how they respond.
However, anonymously.
Both Kundel and Locus have sufficient motivation.
Information is most effective when provided to those who need it.
Suddenly Ziel realized.
‘Is this what they call… pulling strings from behind?’
Then he recalled last night when he was tracking the black market.
‘Dark Ghost.’
District 40 and below.
A ghost story and legend of the slums.
It seemed like it would be good to utilize that name.
Currently, there was one family making the most noise in the capital.
“Haven’t you figured out the cause yet?”
“…I apologize.”
“Do you think that makes sense? An explosion suddenly occurred in the goods? For no reason? Moreover, none of the guys who were there remember anything.”
Siren’s eldest son.
Remal Siren tapped his wand against the ground with a thud, thud.
The Siren mages facing Remal flinched.
It would probably be just a moment.
The moment Remal unleashed his magic, they would disappear.
The five stars engraved on Remal’s wand seemed ready to emit light at any moment.
Five stars!
That meant he was a 5th-tier mage!
A high-ranking mage just one level below the pinnacle 6th tier!
“So those bastards all had their inscriptions carved out. The other two… had their cores smashed to pieces instead of their inscriptions.”
“…!”
A feeling of his chest tightening.
Remal was a cold and terrifying man.
His cruelty was also unmatched.
Originally, the idea to train assassins in Siren was also his suggestion.
However, the black market explosion incident occurred.
“Tens of millions of cel in damages, assassin training temporarily suspended. And… it will take quite a long time for the black market to reopen. If there are any other damages…”
“….”
Remal approached closer and grinned wickedly.
“My feelings are terribly hurt. That’s a very, very big loss indeed. Don’t you think so?”
“Y-yes, that’s right.”
“That’s right, so put all your effort into identifying the cause. Investigate every single person who entered the black market. One by one. Each and every one of them either owes us money or will have no choice but to talk if we mention their black market visits.”
It was certain.
It was one of the customers.
Definitely not an insider.
“Analyze the materials recorded by the Eye of Ascal once more.”
“Y-yes, understood.”
“If you can’t find out from that…”
Thud!
The moment Remal struck the ground with his wand.
“Gasp!”
“Huff!”
The four mages standing before Remal simultaneously grabbed their throats.
The air around them was slowly disappearing.
Their breathing became labored, and they began to suffocate.
Just as their vision began to blur.
Thud!
Remal struck his wand again.
“Huff, huff!”
“Cough!”
All four mages collapsed and gasped for breath.
Expressions where relief and terror coexisted!
“All four of you will die. Find out.”
“Y-yes, understood!”
“Now go. You’d better come find me again as quickly as possible.”
After the door hastily opened and closed, Remal threw down his wand.
“Damn it.”
The fall of the Black Sky assassin group was an opportunity for Siren.
Always being pushed back by Kundel and Rihart for the reason of not being a Grand Lord family.
No matter how much they raised their reputation with magic, it was useless.
A Grand Lord was the supreme ruler of their region.
Siren, which originally started in the capital, couldn’t secure such territory and never could.
‘To be blocked by an obstacle here.’
Using magic to brainwash the assassins even more powerfully and deploying magical tools…
Push out Kundel and Rihart.
Then Siren could become the Empire’s greatest family.
That’s how it should have been.
Until the black market explosion incident erupted!
‘Just what kind of bastard?’
The Ospelt family running the vineyard and the Imperial Palace investigating this incident could be covered up easily enough.
However, this wasn’t a problem that would end with a cover-up.
Financial damage?
They suffered great losses, but Siren wouldn’t die immediately without it.
The problem was exactly-
“…It must be someone capable of opening that safe. Definitely.”
That item from the safe that should never have been opened but was opened and stolen!
That was Siren’s family heirloom.
An item whose existence was known to almost no one!
In fact, it was an item that had ‘unavoidably’ become a family heirloom.
Because it contained extremely dangerous power, even the renowned mages from the Siren family found it difficult to handle.
So even after becoming a family heirloom, no one could touch it, and now it was that very item whose existence was known to almost no one.
‘The Necromancer King’s Heart.’
An extremely powerful and massive item that, if handled incorrectly, possessed the power to corrupt all mana.
The reason for putting out such an item was ultimately to secure funds.
They were troublesome to deal with anyway.
Even if he kept them, there was no one to use them, and no way to utilize them in the future.
So since establishing and managing an assassination group costs a lot of money, he planned to put them out early to attract attention, then drain the funds from some wealthy fool….
“Phew.”
Remal sighed several times before finally putting his mind at ease.
‘Anyway, it’s something no one can use. If they try to resell it or request an appraisal, they’ll definitely get caught, so until then….’
For now, it was time to lay low.
No one would think the black market was related to Siren right now.
“There’s no way they’d know.”
Remal kept muttering that there was no way, without pause.
It was as if he was casting a spell.
For now, he would wait quietly for the right time.
After that, he would move again.
By then, both Kundel and Rihart would surely realize.
How much they had been looking down on Siren!
“Good.”
Remal finished his rationalization and let out a strange smile.
Now his mind was finally at ease.
Then, around evening.
“Lord Remal! Lord Remal!”
The subordinate mage who had been driven away after hearing threats came rushing back urgently.
“It seems something has come up.”
“That’s right.”
A quite serious expression!
Remal nodded back and picked up his wand.
“Speak.”
“Fortunately, I found out that two other guys participated instead of two of the participants.”
“You were fortunate?”
“Since there were no leads, I checked each person one by one, and the second person I checked, King Robson, was caught red-handed!”
King Robson.
The king of the slums.
A formidable man and one of the people who showed great interest in Black Sky’s items.
Since they had found something, Remal’s mood improved.
“It’s not that you were fortunate, but thanks to your efforts to faithfully carry out my instructions.”
“Hehe, thank you.”
The mage scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed and continued speaking.
“So, when I looked into it… King Robson apparently experienced something just before going to the black market.”
“What kind of thing?”
“Well, suddenly the surroundings were dyed in darkness and he couldn’t see anything? But….”
Gulp.
Remal unconsciously swallowed his dry saliva.
“Don’t be surprised, Lord Remal. They say the Dark Ghost, a ghost story from the slum district, appeared.”
“Dark Ghost?”
Having been born and raised in the Siren family until now, there was no way he would know the ghost stories of the slum district.
‘Is it some kind of alias?’
Perhaps it was an incredibly skilled person he didn’t know about!
“I heard it for the first time too, but they say it’s an unidentified ghost that drags people into darkness!”
“…A ghost?”
“Yes! It’s a legendary ghost story that circulates among the poor!”
“A ghost? A ghost story?”
“Yes! That’s what they say! King Robson is from that area too, isn’t he? So when the Dark Ghost came, he gave up without any regrets….”
Thud!
“Huk, kugh!”
Remal’s wand struck the ground.
Rising mana shimmers!
The mana was visible to the eye, reacting to his emotions.
“A ghost? A ghost story? You call that kind of thing a report?”
“I, I just reported what I heard….”
“So you thought to believe such nonsense and report it to me?”
“Kugh, kughh!”
His breathing was gradually being cut off and his vision was turning yellow.
Death approaching in an instant!
“Are you saying that King Robson believed the lies he made up because he was afraid of me?”
“Pl, please spare me… kugh.”
Remal’s anger was tremendous.
What he had lost from this incident alone was not just one or two things.
And if Father, who was also the family head, found out about this….
‘My position as successor might be in danger.’
But to make such a report in that situation?
“R-Remal sir, p-please have mercy…”
This won’t do at all.
Thud!
Remal struck his wand on the ground once more and immediately called for the security guards.
“Security guards. Seal this man’s mana and lock him in prison. I’ll personally destroy his inscription soon enough.”
“R-R-Remal sir! I was wrong! I-if you give me another chance, then I’ll properly…”
A voice echoing forlornly in the distance.
Remal pressed his forehead and slumped into his chair with a thud.
A ghost, they say.
Ghost stories, they say.
“Dark Ghost?”
A hollow laugh escaped him.
Rumors and ghost stories are bound to be exaggerated.
“That bastard King Robson used his head.”
Obviously he must have leaked or sold the method to enter the black market to someone.
But rather than dealing with that immediately, the task right before his eyes was too overwhelming.
“Sigh.”
Dark Ghost.
That word made him laugh hollowly once again.
“What nonsense.”
Remal denied it once more.
But that night.
“Remal sir! We found the connection!”
Another mage came running and said—
“It’s the Dark Ghost. Rumors are spreading throughout the entire slum district! They say the Dark Ghost has appeared! King Robson was also threatened, and several members of the Robson Family say they definitely saw it!”
His eyebrows twitched.
“King Robson?”
“Yes!”
“Dark Ghost?”
“Yes! That’s what they’re saying!”
Remal sighed.
Just when he had managed to forget about it.
“Security guards. Lock this one up too.”
“Yes, Remal sir.”
“R-Remal sir? Lock me up?”
“I’ll personally destroy your inscription along with the one I locked up during the day.”
“Remal sir! Remal siiiiiir…”
A voice fading away pitifully.
But at this point, Remal had no choice but to reconsider.
“Dark Ghost…”
Is it really a literal Dark Ghost entity?
Or…
‘Some bastard is using that name to interfere with our work.’
It seemed worth investigating.
Snap.
As he snapped his fingers, a figure emerged from the shadows.
“I will now assign you a mission.”
“Please speak.”
Unfocused eyes swept through the air.
During the collapse of Black Sky.
One of the assassins that Siren had extracted.
He has no name.
Originally, Black Sky assassins were those whose very existence had been denied.
Remal had bestowed upon him the name ‘Sigrim’.
“Grim, investigate the Dark Ghost in the slum district. Find out what its identity is, when it appeared, and what it’s plotting.”
“Understood.”
“Kill all those who get in the way. Without a trace. Bring back alive those who have value. Since they only need to talk, you can cut off their limbs.”
“Understood.”
“If it seems like your identity or Siren might be exposed, kill yourself.”
“Understood.”
Sigrim answered without hesitation even to such unreasonable orders.
Remal was newly impressed.
‘So this is Black Sky’s brainwashing.’
The secret of brainwashing that even Siren hasn’t been able to unravel yet.
Sigrim was already in a brainwashed state when he was discovered.
Such powerful brainwashing that even his breathing followed only the commands given!
The source of that brainwashing was none other than-
‘Without this, it would have been impossible to control so many assassins.’
The black gem embedded at the tip of Remal’s wand!
This was the essence of Black Sky and Black Sky itself!
As long as this exists, all brainwashed assassins follow only Remal’s commands.
‘As long as I have this, I won’t fall.’
This was also the reason why Remal desperately searched for the ‘Specter’.
If he could find that guy and learn Black Sky’s brainwashing method…
‘I will possess the Specter, take over our family, and then stand at the pinnacle of this Empire.’
Even the Imperial Family would bow down at his feet.
Imagining that day and chuckling inwardly, Remal gave his order.
“Move.”
Swoosh.
Sigrim disappeared into the shadows.
The most outstanding among the assassins secretly taken during Black Sky’s destruction.
‘How exciting.’
It would have been perfect if he had taken the Specter too, but that guy was currently missing.
“Someday, I’ll definitely get the Specter too…”
If he could take the Specter as well.
Siren would become a family with no rivals in the Empire.
Even the Imperial Family would fear them.
Remal laughed pleasantly, imagining himself standing at the pinnacle of such a Siren.
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