On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 118

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 118

 

 

Before the Second Semester (2)

 

 

The start of the semester was approaching.

While the students were busy preparing for course registration, Berhal was also preoccupied with reviewing lesson plans one last time.

 

“Third years are done, now for the second years…”

 

Even during his time as Imperial Knight Commander, he had dealt with many documents, but now it was incomparable to back then.

Mountains of paperwork!

 

Knock knock.

 

“Department Head.”

“More documents?”

“Yes.”

 

The teaching assistant entered briskly, set down a bundle of documents, and left just as briskly.

Berhal made a tearful expression and sighed.

 

‘How many years will I be able to do this department head job.’

 

To think he’d be reminded of overwork, something he never worried about even as knight commander.

After spending several hours reviewing the second year lesson plans, Berhal finished.

 

“Phew.”

 

Not bad.

Professor Elcanto.

He had apparently been traveling around during vacation, and his lesson plan was quite substantial.

I know he struggled to fill the gap after Professor Takeus left.

 

‘Did he gain some insight during vacation?’

 

I’ll see at tomorrow’s pre-semester meeting, but I’m looking forward to it.

 

“Then next are the first years… where did the first year documents go?”

 

Berhal searched for a while.

Suddenly his gaze turned to the documents the teaching assistant had brought a few hours ago.

 

“No way, surely not.”

 

All of that?

Everything?

 

“Ugh!”

 

Berhal checked the documents with trembling hands.

Sure enough.

It was the first years.

 

“…Wait, it’s just 2 liberal arts classes. Why?”

 

First year major courses are handled by other professors individually.

Professor Elcanto is in charge of second years, and since Ziel is still a liberal arts instructor, he can’t handle major courses!

So first year major courses were all processed when reviewing other grade documents.

Which means…

 

“All of this is documents for just 2 liberal arts classes…?”

 

A sigh escaped.

Looking outside, moonlight was already filtering in.

 

‘Let me pull myself together. If I start now, I can finish by dawn.’

 

Berhal steeled himself and began examining the documents one by one.

The overwhelming feeling was only momentary.

 

“…Huh.”

 

As he read, he could understand.

Why there were so many class-related documents.

 

 

Just 2 classes.

But the preparation was more thorough than any other class could compare to.

While other professors wrote lesson plans vaguely and submitted moderately detailed materials, Ziel had laid out almost everything perfectly.

 

‘Good overview. Look at this. He’s going to train them like this?’

 

[Students’ swordsmanship levels vary greatly. Reduce disparities through establishing basic swordsmanship and building fundamentals, while proceeding with methods to strengthen individual characteristics.]

-Delev Kundel: Last semester combined heavy sword technique with Celia Rihart’s swift swordsmanship to create a new sword path, but lacks proficiency. Review vacation training results and…

 

Starting with Delev, he had individually written down all information and achievement levels of students taking this semester’s liberal arts classes, presenting problems along with development directions.

Academy classes aren’t private tutoring.

So usually they teach things that can be commonly applied, with individual guidance when necessary…

 

‘He’s completely premising individual student development.’

 

Ziel was doing the complete opposite, premising individual development.

Group classes usually can’t focus on any one side.

However, Ziel chose the opposite approach and clearly presented the rationale and methods.

What stood out most was-

 

‘Magic doll sparring? What is this?’

 

A plan that went far beyond the Kundel Family knight order invitation he had mentioned before!

 

[Utilizing a total of 40 magic dolls (10 spares) rented from Arcane School for classes, adjusting each magic doll to match individual student levels to promote swordsmanship development.]

 

So he… borrowed magic dolls?

 

“Borrowed them?”

 

He borrowed those from Arcane School?

How on earth?

 

“Did all the Arcane School professors go insane?”

 

There’s no way it would be possible otherwise, right?

He even says he rented magical tools too.

 

“What is this…”

 

What did he borrow and how?

Sure, he helped the Arcane School 1st Year Students during practicals…

But there’s no way they’d just hand over 40 magic dolls as thanks for that.

 

‘Besides, the real power there is the Third Year professor.’

 

Professor Emeric in charge of first years is just a rookie newbie professor.

A completely incomprehensible situation!

 

“What kind of teacher is he exactly…?”

 

During vacation, he went on home visits and managed to invite the Kundel’s knight order to Academy classes.

Now he went to Arcane School and borrowed 40 magic dolls.

 

“Did he pay money?”

 

Unfortunately, that was as far as Berhal’s thoughts went.

Blackmail did cross his mind, but it seemed unlikely that a liberal arts instructor would dare intimidate a hostile department professor.

 

“…”

 

After pondering for a while, Berhal just gave up and continued reading the documents.

The questions were only momentary.

The lesson plans for ultimately ended in admiration.

 

“I’m losing track of time.”

 

There was even a perfect one-page summary at the end.

 

“The Student Affairs Office or Personnel Department would covet this.”

 

This level of document preparation ability would be coveted not just by the Academy, but even by the Imperial Palace.

They could practically lock him up and have him make documents all day.

 

“A teacher with so many talents indeed.”

 

Next, Berhal read the lesson plans for .

Perhaps due to the shock from the lesson plan, he wasn’t greatly surprised.

 

“Plan to continuously supply mana to students using special items to improve class participation and concentration? What’s this?”

 

There were eye-catching elements, but the previous impact was too great for him to be particularly curious.

He probably got some magical tools from somewhere.

Knowing Teacher Ziel, he might use some extraordinary method again.

 

“Hmm.”

 

As expected…

These two liberal arts classes were more anticipated than all other classes.

What kind of results would come out this time?

Berhal looked out the window and sighed.

 

“I’ve slept enough.”

 

Dawn was breaking.

The semester was starting in one day.

 

 

The other professors weren’t much different.

 

“…You borrowed magic dolls? From Arcane School?”

“That’s right, Professor Merhen Curtis.”

“How?”

“I asked them to lend them.”

“…And they lent them?”

“Yes.”

 

Not only Professor Merhen in charge of third years, but Professor Idel in charge of fourth years was also dumbfounded.

Only Professor Elcanto in charge of second years nodded inwardly.

 

‘That’s Teacher Ziel for you. He must have had some method!’

 

Elcanto had already decided to become Ziel’s ardent follower from the first semester!

But it seemed like he had competition.

 

‘That was the new Teaching Assistant, right?’

 

In the past, he would have been jealous that a mere liberal arts instructor already had a teaching assistant.

But now he was jealous of the teaching assistant.

Because he couldn’t be a teaching assistant himself!

 

‘I need to make Teacher Ziel mine… but with that guy next to him, there aren’t many ways I can help!’

 

Such transparent intentions!

Meanwhile.

 

‘Magic dolls and magical tool rentals from Arcane School…’

 

Professor Isabella, in charge of the 5th years, cast an even more intrigued gaze than at the end of the first semester.

 

‘What an interesting man. Even going so far as to invite the Kundel Knight Order during vacation.’

 

There were many rumors circulating.

That he had the Imperial Palace backing him.

That he received Kundel’s sponsorship.

That Prince Dietrich II had made him a scouting offer.

Even rumors that the Steelheart family had already fallen and nothing remained but a ruined mansion.

 

‘How did the family end up like that when there’s someone like him?’

 

Or perhaps he survived the downfall and only now appeared?

In any case, he was certainly an interesting man.

 

“Now, now, stop being surprised and let’s proceed with the next semester operations meeting.”

 

Then Berhal drew the attention of the professors who had been lost in their own thoughts.

 

“Please just reference the other lesson plans you’ve each received, and let’s first organize the main academic schedule. Compared to the first semester, there are fewer events so it should be somewhat easier, but we still need to pay attention.”

 

The first semester had the exchange tournament and practicals.

Both returned every year but were events that made people suffer every year.

But compared to the big event in the second semester, they were nothing.

 

“As you well know, starting from the second semester, there’s the Edelwein Festa.”

 

Edelwein Festa!

In other words, the school festival.

 

“It’s an event the students have very high expectations for.”

 

Professor Isabella nodded.

Such a relaxed voice!

5th year students were excluded from all events.

Because they had to prepare for employment!

This was also why Sword School professors ultimately aimed for 5th year positions.

 

‘Really envious.’

‘Ah, the festival really…’

‘When are we supposed to prepare for that again.’

 

It wasn’t like professors were naturally excluded either.

 

“Let’s create various events for this festa too. I heard that last year they held sword dance competitions and sparring tournaments? This time let’s go with something a bit more fresh. Please think about it, everyone, and feel free to speak up with any ideas that come to mind.”

 

Because while students were the center, it was the professors who reviewed and took responsibility for planning those events.

That’s why everyone already looked gloomy.

Except for two people.

 

‘A festa.’

 

Ziel, feeling curious about an event he’d never heard of in his life.

 

‘Festa!’

 

Gilbert, building up expectations the moment he heard it.

Both were feeling interested.

 

“And Teacher Ziel, I’d like you to take the lead on the 1st year festival. It might be a bit burdensome, but it will be good experience.”

“Understood.”

 

Acceptance without hesitation.

Berhal smiled and added.

 

“Of course, Teacher Ziel is a liberal arts instructor, so I think the responsibility might be a bit excessive. Therefore, we plan to provide incentives matching the responsibility, so please work hard.”

“Understood.”

 

Incentives!

 

‘Envious.’

‘Damn, why don’t we get any…’

 

The spectacle of professors earning at least several times, up to 10 times the salary, being jealous of a liberal arts instructor.

As if he had anticipated this, Berhal brought up surprising news.

 

“Of course, incentives are open to everyone. Though I’m sorry to say, excluding Professor Isabella who won’t be participating.”

 

Just when they didn’t understand what he meant.

 

“Arcane School made a very interesting proposal.”

 

Berhal leaned toward the table.

 

“The Dean has also accepted it.”

 

Some surprising news flowed out.

 

“The proposal was, how about we establish ‘rankings’ at this festa.”

“It was a suggestion to try ranking them at this festa.”

 

Then Ziel opens his mouth.

 

“It’s a competition.”

“That’s right, Teacher Ziel.”

 

Berhal nodded and explained.

 

“The festivals up until now were literally just festivals, with no competition between faculties or clubs. They just operated food stalls and held events.”

 

That was right.

The festival was just a festival.

But Arcane School had suddenly made an unexpected proposal.

 

“Arcane School seems to be in quite a hurry.”

 

Isabella burst into laughter.

 

“They got beaten in various ways during the first semester, didn’t they?”

 

Isabella looked at Ziel as she said this.

An intrigued gaze toward the person who had humiliated Arcane School, which was clearly several levels above in scale, power, and money.

 

“So that’s probably why they made such a proposal. To show something this time.”

“Yes, their intention is clear. Professor Isabella. You put it well. Arcane School wants to beat us. More precisely… they want revenge. They’re especially grinding their teeth over the practical training incident.”

 

The special support system review.

And revenge for the practical training!

Ziel tilted his head.

 

“If I hadn’t helped during the practical training, the Arcane School First Years would have been injured or killed. So why are they seeking revenge?”

 

Berhal burst into laughter at Ziel’s question.

He had expected Teacher Ziel to ask such a question.

 

‘It’s a complicated political structure.’

 

From what he’d heard, Arcane School had planned to get revenge on Sword School during the practical training.

But unfortunately, it came to nothing and they only ended up receiving help from Ziel.

On top of that, they even had to borrow Magic Dolls and Magical Tools because of that incident.

 

‘Though I don’t know how he managed to borrow them.’

 

“It seems Arcane School’s pride was hurt by that incident, Teacher Ziel.”

“Pride… considering the dictionary definition, there’s no reason for it to be hurt.”

“Right, which means Arcane School are just petty bastards.”

 

Berhal grinned and looked around at the professors.

 

“So we just need to prepare well for the festival. No matter how Arcane School comes at us. Of course, if we rank high, we’ll receive increased prize money compared to this time, and the professors will also get incentives.”

 

Finally, the other professors’ eyes sparkled too.

Only Professor Isabella, who wasn’t involved, continued to look at Ziel with interest.

Though Ziel paid no attention to that gaze.

 

“Anyway, let’s prepare well for the festival. And… please prepare well for the second semester practical training too.”

 

Just because there was a festival didn’t mean there was no practical training.

The practical training that First Years had started participating in since last semester!

 

“This practical training will be a visit-based one. We’ll announce it as soon as we finish arranging with the Knight Order.”

 

The so-called Knight Order visit practical training.

In the same context, Arcane School would visit the Magic Tower.

 

“Well then, let’s wrap up.”

 

The meeting didn’t take long.

Now the preparations were complete.

 

“Now the second semester begins. Professors, please take care of me this semester too. And our newly arrived Teaching Assistant as well.”

“Leave it to me, Bo… I mean, Department Head!”

 

Even the enthusiasm of Gilbert, who had newly joined.

Tomorrow, the second semester would finally begin.

The professors dispersed after the meeting ended.

Ziel also headed to the Faculty Dormitory with Gilbert.

 

‘It’s going to get busy.’

 

The first class was .

It was time to use the purified Necromancer King’s Heart.

 

“Boss, how about a drink to commemorate the start of the semester?”

“What does the start of the semester have to do with drinking?”

“…It’s, it’s just a commemoration!”

“Find someone else. I’m busy.”

“I don’t have any friends here…”

“Then make some.”

 

Cold-hearted Boss!

 

‘As expected, Boss doesn’t touch even a drop of alcohol when an important day approaches! This self-control…!’

 

Of course, Gilbert interpreted it favorably.

That’s when it happened.

 

“Boss, it looks like some big guy over there is coming our way.”

 

Ziel, who had been lost in thought, raised his head.

 

“It seems to be getting faster.”

 

Its size was no joke.

 

‘It’s gotten bigger than in the first semester.’

 

Ziel felt a bit tense.

 

“Dodge.”

“What?”

“It’s going to charge at you with its body.”

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