On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 13

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 013

 

 

Is It Gone Now?

 

 

The Valdrain Empire has several sharply divisive topics.

One of them is which of the two great academies is the best.

Edelwein Academy in the Central (Capital).

Telvir Academy in the South.

Since the South has developed economically and culturally as much as the Capital, the level of the academies is impossible to distinguish.

Sword School.

Arcane School.

And all fields including Arts School compete very fiercely.

However, if we must, if we must compare, Edelwein is evaluated to have a very slight advantage in Sword School alone.

One of the reasons for this is the level of the professors.

 

“Then, we will now begin the regular meeting of Edelwein Academy Sword School professors.”

 

The professors gathered at this regular meeting are all knights and warriors who once made their names known.

Former Imperial Knight Order Commander.

Former Kundel Family Knight Order Commander.

Former Rihart Family Vice Knight Order Commander.

Other famous Noble Family knight order veterans.

 

‘Regular meetings always make me nervous.’

 

“There are two agenda items for the regular meeting. First semester donations, and the exchange tournament.”

 

When Professor Berhal, who serves as chairman and department head, opened his mouth, all attendees listened carefully.

Several including Elcanto looked at Berhal with eyes full of respect.

It was understandable.

Berhal was someone who received the title of ‘Imperial Knight’, of which there are fewer than 30 in the Empire’s long history.

He was also a veteran of the ‘Royal Guard’, the Emperor’s personal protection knights.

In a way, it was someone who wouldn’t be strange as a chancellor taking the position of Sword School department head.

 

“First semester donations are 200 million sel as of last month. Among them, the Kundel Family recorded the highest donation at about 30 million sel.”

“Oh. Though it’s a mid-term tally, this is the first time since Kandea last year that a single family exceeded 10%, Department Head.”

“Yes. It seems there’s an influence from student Delev Kundel enrolling this year.”

 

Professor Berhal’s gaze naturally turned to one place.

 

“Professor Elcanto, how is student Delev doing?”

“Ah, yes. Of course. He’s spending his academy life very diligently and joyfully.”

“Since you’re officially in charge of the grade this year, please take good care of them. As you well know, nothing is more important than managing first years.”

“How could there be any question, Department Head.”

“Please especially keep a close eye on student Delev Kundel and student Celia Rihart. Ah, and student Maris Sopen too. The Sopen Family donated a whopping 10 million sel this time.”

“My goodness. From the Sopen Family?”

“Their business seems to be doing better year after year. There’s also the fact that student Maris Sopen enrolled this year.”

“I’ll pay as much attention as possible!”

 

Professor Elcanto nodded with a completely different, formal demeanor than when dealing with Ziel or Teaching Assistant Tiron.

 

“Now then, since we’ve finished talking about donations… let’s discuss the most important matter. How are the exchange tournament preparations going?”

 

The Edelwein Academy exchange tournament.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it’s the most important event in Sword School.

Along with the Academy Festa, it’s the largest scale festival.

Unlike the Festa where only internal academy members participate, the exchange tournament involves external people, namely student parents.

And the majority of those student parents are heads and wives of noble families, and sometimes graduates and prospective students.

 

“Let’s just think about finishing smoothly and successfully like last year’s exchange tournament.”

“There won’t be any surprises this year either, will there, Department Head?”

“What surprises could there be? The differences between grades are clear, aren’t they?”

 

The surprises they’re referring to here mean lower grades beating higher grades.

 

“While one or two individuals might do so, there won’t be cases of lower grade groups beating higher grade groups.”

 

Occasionally geniuses enroll and beat second years, but most cannot do so.

The differences between grades are very clear.

Because the level of classes they receive and the amount of training differs.

In that context, first years beating second years was particularly difficult.

 

“Then, Professor Camelia will continue to handle the preparations well. Let’s also prepare well for the ‘Night of Edelwein’ event that will happen after the exchange tournament.”

 

Night of Edelwein.

A ball combined with a banquet held on the night of the exchange tournament day.

It’s scheduled to be another highlight following the exchange tournament.

 

“Then, the regular meeting is hereby… Ah. Professor Elcanto.”

 

Professor Elcanto, who had been tense throughout, was startled when suddenly called upon.

 

“Y-yes, yes. Department Head.”

“Why are you so surprised?”

“Uh, well, that… actually being in a place like this together with my seniors…”

“Haha. Our Professor Elcanto, come to think of it, until the year before last you were following behind us calling us Professor, Professor, weren’t you?”

“That’s right. To think Professor Elcanto has already become a professor like this. Haha.”

 

Professor Elcanto scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed.

 

“It’s all thanks to my seniors’ guidance. I’ll work hard from now on.”

“That’s right. Ah, so what I was about to say just now… yes, that. How is the new liberal arts instructor?”

 

‘Why is the Department Head asking about Teacher Ziel?’

 

His mind raced rapidly.

Someone at the department head level doesn’t usually pay much attention to first year matters.

Unless children of great families directly connected to donations enroll.

 

‘Could it be that the Department Head also… knows?’

 

A hypothesis born from deep contemplation.

There’s some tremendous force backing Ziel Steelheart!

Perhaps it might even be the Imperial Family.

 

“Ah, yes! Department Head. Of course. He’s getting along very well. According to the Teaching Assistant, he submits his reports diligently and such. Ah! And recently, he even volunteered to observe the second and third-year classes.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. He’s very enthusiastic.”

 

Was he enthusiastic?

I just had the Teaching Assistant arrange for him to observe because he asked.

 

“Please take good care of him so nothing goes wrong. Liberal arts instructors are very important. For the first years, that is.”

 

Excluding Professor Elcanto, everyone present including the Department Head didn’t attach much meaning to those words.

Just words of encouragement since liberal arts instructors often quit?

 

‘Very important, for the first years…?’

 

Rising tension.

Professor Elcanto quickly nodded.

 

“Yes! Of course! I’ll keep a close eye on things. Absolutely, absolutely nothing will go wrong.”

“Haha, our Professor Elcanto has such passion. Is it because you’re in charge of the first years?”

“That’s right, Department Head. Hahaha!”

 

In the harmonious atmosphere.

Only Professor Elcanto couldn’t laugh properly.

 

‘Oh damn, how do I keep an eye on this? Should I go watch the classes?’

 

 

The Self-Defense Arts class was in full swing.

However, there weren’t many students perfectly focused on the lesson.

 

‘Ten among the students currently taking this class.’

 

That one statement from Ziel.

Those words thrown out just before class started clouded their minds like fog.

 

‘What does it mean? Has he already chosen?’

‘No way. Teacher wouldn’t have that kind of authority…’

‘Ten out of a hundred, from among those here? Beating out all the others?’

 

They had no idea what Ziel meant by those words.

But they couldn’t just let it slide—the exchange tournament was too important an opportunity.

Especially for students from Minor Houses like Yurio and Karen who barely managed to enter the Academy!

 

“Delev, you’ve gotten slower than last class.”

 

Of course, the price of decreased concentration came immediately.

 

“Ugh!”

 

His belated defensive movement was indeed much slower than before, just as Ziel said.

 

“Your concentration has dropped. Are you thinking about something else?”

“N-no. I’ll go again.”

 

His counterattack was sluggish, making his determination to definitely counterattack today seem meaningless.

 

“Wait for your next turn, Student Delev Kundel.”

 

It wasn’t just Delev.

 

“Student Celia Rihart, your response is slow. Raise your arm a bit faster. I thought you might be able to block it in today’s class.”

“Student Karen Aswan. Turn faster using your left ankle as the axis.”

 

The other students were the same.

Questions filling their minds!

 

‘Ten of us?’

‘Could there be predetermined candidates?’

‘Does Teacher Ziel perhaps… have that kind of authority?’

 

Come to think of it, wasn’t it strange?

A teacher with such skills being ‘just’ a liberal arts instructor?

Even this class doesn’t make sense, but he’s someone who makes everyone accept it.

 

‘Right, that’s it. Teacher is choosing ten people from here.’

 

While some students reached this conclusion.

 

‘Ah damn! I shouldn’t have acted up back then!’

 

There were students like Maris who went a step further and felt regret.

 

“Everyone’s skills have gotten worse than before.”

 

Ziel paused the class and made a comment.

 

“Everyone’s concentration has deteriorated.”

 

A completely unexpected question came out.

 

“Have the seniors been bullying you?”

 

It was quiet.

 

“Or are you hungry?”

 

Why was he only making these kinds of guesses?

 

“If that’s not it, there’s no way all the students’ concentration would drop like this.”

 

He really had no idea.

Finally, Delev raised his hand.

 

“Teacher.”

“Student Delev Kundel. Speak.”

“We’re all probably feeling confused by what you said, Teacher.”

“What I said? Confused?”

 

Ziel tilted his head.

 

“I didn’t say anything today with the intention of confusing you.”

“Didn’t you say earlier that 10 of us would be selected?”

 

All the students nodded their heads.

Ziel asked back in his still monotone voice.

 

“Is that something that would confuse you?”

“Yes. It’s very confusing.”

“Confusing…”

 

Ziel thought seriously.

Which part exactly had caused confusion?

10 people?

Among you?

 

‘Ah.’

 

Ziel finally realized.

 

“Right. I seem to have caused confusion.”

“Yes. It seemed like it was predetermined somehow…”

“All 10 people selected here will beat the Second Years. I caused confusion by not saying this.”

“…What?”

“In the exchange matches, First Years and Second Years usually compete. All 10 people selected here will win there.”

 

The students fell into even greater confusion.

 

‘He’s going to interfere with the matches too?’

‘What is he even saying…?’

 

Most students had this premise in their minds.

It was impossible for First Years to beat Second Years.

Not just in terms of skill, but also the senior-junior culture that existed at Edelwein Academy Sword School.

Except for some scions of great houses, most students were greatly influenced by senior-junior relationships.

 

“What… do you mean by that?”

 

Even Delev, who had stepped forward to ask, was flustered by the answer.

 

“Are you still confused?”

“Yes… we are.”

“Hmm.”

 

Ziel pondered for a moment.

How could he resolve these students’ confusion?

 

‘Confusion.’

 

A state of being disorganized and unsettled.

That’s what the book said.

While he was thinking, Celia also raised her hand.

 

“Teacher.”

“Student Celia Rihart. Speak.”

“Do you perhaps know the results? In advance?”

 

He had already heard all the explanations about the selection matches and exchange matches from Teaching Assistant Tiron.

So he already knew how they proceeded, what the general results had been so far, and what the skill level was for each year.

But he didn’t know the results.

Results were something that came after going through all the processes.

Ziel couldn’t possibly know, but at this moment, Ziel understood Celia’s words in a slightly different direction.

 

“Right. If it’s those results, I can see them.”

“R-really?”

 

The students were shocked.

 

‘He’s really going to interfere with everything?’

‘My goodness, what kind of person is he…’

 

Just as the misunderstanding was about to explode.

 

“You are already far ahead of the other First Years who aren’t taking this class.”

 

Ziel still looked around at the students calmly with his monotone voice.

 

“Physical Strength, Reflexes, Surprise Attack Response, and even Breathing. You’ve already made great progress during these two months or so.”

 

The real meaning of what Ziel said was this.

 

“That’s why I’m confident that 10 people will be selected from here.”

 

You who are taking this class are already ahead.

 

“And if it’s those selected 10, they can even beat the Second Years.”

 

You can sufficiently win against opponents you think you could never defeat.

Ziel asked.

 

“Has the confusion cleared up now?”

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