On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 14

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 014

 

 

Want to Go Eat? (1)

 

 

The students still found it hard to believe.

 

“We can beat the Second Years…?”

“Yes. You will win.”

 

Not “you can win.”

A definitive tone saying “you will win.”

 

“How? The seniors are taking Major Classes and even deployed in real combat…”

 

Major Classes.

Real combat.

Both were important.

But Ziel had clearly seen with his own two eyes.

 

“They’re not at a level you can’t beat.”

 

This wasn’t about those three idiots who bullied Karen and Yurio and got suspended for drinking.

Recently.

Ziel had been able to observe Second Year Major Classes through the Teaching Assistant.

This was his conclusion after gauging the level of the Second Years he observed there against the level of the 40 First Years he was currently teaching.

 

“Us?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“The Second Years?”

“Yes.”

“How…”

“Student Celia Rihart. Ask questions efficiently. ‘Can we really beat the Second Years?’ would be an efficient question.”

“Ah yes… So how do we win?”

 

Delev and Celia.

Both were called the greatest talents among the First Years, but surely there would be such students selected among the Second Years too.

If they had truly overwhelming talent, there might be a possibility, but even with those two, it would be difficult to guarantee victory.

That’s what Celia thought.

But Ziel seemed to think otherwise.

 

“Just do it.”

“What?”

“Do as you’ve learned. You’ve built up enough Physical Strength, and your Reflexes have improved greatly. When you face real combat, you’ll probably feel it’s different from before.”

 

His manner was as if he had seen the future that was about to unfold and was calmly explaining it, leaving Celia unable to immediately question him.

 

“It hasn’t even been two months yet…”

“Have you fought against Second Years?”

“No. We don’t even spar among ourselves…”

 

Sword School’s rules were surprisingly strict.

Sword carrying only in designated areas.

Personal Sparring only after obtaining professor’s permission.

All other Sparring only during classes.

The problem was that the majors First Years took had no Sparring classes.

Everything was theory and posture practice, and at most the opponent was a Wooden Training Dummy.

Naturally, there was little way to develop real combat sense, let alone feel their own growth.

Of course, this wasn’t the case in Ziel’s class.

Self-Defense Arts response speed and methods.

Long Distance Running records.

Ziel quantified and informed them of all of this, so they were definitely feeling their growth.

The problem was that this growth wasn’t quite enough to lead to the confidence that all 10 would be selected from this class and that those 10 would even beat the Second Years…

 

“When you solidify the basics, everything else grows. Trust me.”

 

Ziel looked at Celia with those mysterious amber eyes and spoke clearly.

Trust me.

 

Flinch!

 

Celia found herself nodding without realizing it.

 

“Yes…”

 

Even as she lowered her hand, doubts surged again, but she didn’t bother asking again.

Should she say it strangely put her mind at ease?

 

‘Really, just with this class… 10 people will be selected from here and we can even beat the Second Year seniors?’

 

The doubts remained.

But it wasn’t like before when Celia’s doubts surged to the point of exploding.

Strangely, Ziel’s words carried a mysterious power.

It didn’t make sense and you couldn’t find flexibility or adaptability even if you searched with your eyes washed…

Strangely, that’s why it inspired a peculiar trust.

 

‘Really? Then… if we all win…’

‘Knight Orders will come with scout offers…’

‘Just being selected would be amazing, but if we can beat the Second Years too…’

 

Delev and Celia.

Looking a bit broader, even Maris.

Not just students belonging to the Five Great Families or families of that tier, but the hearts of Minor House students were already beating fiercely.

A chance to stand out!

A chance to secure their future!

 

“Karen, let’s really prepare hard.”

“Want to spar in secret?”

“We’ll get penalty points if we’re caught.”

“Why? All the seniors do it secretly.”

“That’s only possible for seniors who can use the club room freely…”

 

One person.

Just one person still harbored doubts.

 

‘I still haven’t even succeeded at a proper counterattack.’

 

Delev Kundel.

A student with a stronger desire for recognition than anyone else here.

He couldn’t believe it.

Beating second years with this current level?

Delev wasn’t one to believe things easily.

He didn’t believe what he hadn’t seen with his own eyes and always started with suspicion.

It wasn’t due to any special upbringing.

Family power struggles.

Assassination threats.

It was just a habit formed because his two elder brothers above him constantly deceived and teased youngest Delev.

He had some confidence in his own abilities, but after being thoroughly beaten by Ziel from the first class, his suspicion syndrome flared up again.

Right now was when that suspicion syndrome reached its peak.

 

“Teacher.”

“Delev Kundel student. Speak.”

“When swordsmanship clashes with swordsmanship, there must be clear limits with just fundamentals and physical strength. I think swordsmanship is a realm that can’t be explained by fundamentals alone.”

 

At least it wasn’t the arrogantly provocative attitude from the first class.

His words weren’t wrong either.

Most students agreed and even Celia nodded slightly.

 

“Those are not incorrect words, Delev Kundel student.”

 

Ziel surprisingly agreed.

 

“Swordsmanship cannot be fully explained by fundamentals alone.”

 

Come to think of it, had Teacher Ziel ever demonstrated swordsmanship?

 

“Consideration of swordsmanship is certainly necessary.”

“Then… how can you guarantee it?”

 

Delev couldn’t understand.

But Ziel was far beyond the realm of understanding that Delev was thinking of.

 

“It just looks that way.”

“Pardon?”

“The level looks that way. Delev Kundel student.”

 

Level?

 

“And.”

 

Ziel looked into Delev with his orange eyes.

 

“I have the highest expectations for Delev Kundel student.”

 

At the sudden praise, Delev’s mouth began to slowly fall open.

 

 

The book about how to deal with students, , said so.

 

“The effect of praise is good.”

 

That if you use praise well, you can draw out students’ potential.

The previous class was probably exactly like that.

After the praise, students focused on the class intensely and as a result created much better results than before.

Especially Delev almost succeeded at a counterattack.

He didn’t actually succeed so it was ultimately processed as a failure, but all students including Delev burned with fighting spirit.

Watching that gradually improving appearance, Ziel felt an emotion called satisfaction.

He couldn’t clearly define what it was yet, but he was certain his ‘mood’ was good.

And there was one more thing that made him feel good.

Right now.

 

“A salary…”

 

During his Specter days.

Ziel had almost never used something called ‘money’.

Money in the sense of general consumption, that is.

To Ziel, money was nothing more than supplies provided during mission deployment.

Bribes to give to contacts or brokers, perhaps.

Or money that had to be used locally when missions were prolonged.

Naturally, he had never received money as ‘compensation’ either.

All assassins of Black Sky were brainwashed without exception and returned to headquarters after mission completion.

 

“This place is the Imperial Bank.”

 

Imperial Bank.

The Valdrain Empire’s only official bank and Academy branch.

Ziel had come to a ‘bank’ for the first time in his life.

To withdraw his salary.

The scenery of the Imperial Bank that overwhelmed others the moment they entered.

Massive chandeliers.

A ceiling that gleamed as if made of gold.

High ceilings that soared endlessly and decorations of tremendous value.

 

“Everything is large.”

 

Ziel left only a brief impression and stepped inside.

 

“Welcome, customer.”

 

As he entered, a uniformed employee greeted him with a bright smile along with the cool breeze.

The moment Ziel stepped inside, he instinctively assessed everything in less than 2 seconds.

 

‘The security is quite substantial.’

 

30 security guards.

16 traps disguised as decorations.

23 completely hidden traps.

Security doors operated by magic.

 

‘Doesn’t look impossible though.’

 

About 12 windows.

Of those, a total of 6 could be used as escape routes.

A total of 4 candidate spaces where hiding would be possible if necessary.

Ziel finished his calculations.

In this place, assassination of a target and escape or hiding would be possible within 5 seconds.

Of course, he hadn’t come here to assassinate anyone.

 

“How may I help you?”

“I came to withdraw my salary from my account.”

 

Ziel spoke with a strangely proud expression.

Though he wasn’t quite aware that he was making such a face yet.

 

“Ah. I see. Are you perhaps an Academy faculty member?”

“Yes. Sword School.”

“I’ll escort you this way.”

 

Shortly after, Ziel faced another employee with a very kind impression.

 

“Hello, customer Ziel Steelheart. I’ll be helping you with your business today. You said you came to withdraw your salary, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Understood. Then please provide your signature and mana over here.”

 

For the signature, he wrote one he had prepared in advance while preparing for this ‘mission’.

 

“Please place your finger here for mana submission.”

 

Tap.

 

“Yes, confirmed.”

 

This too was artificial skin he had precisely crafted in advance, infused with separately prepared mana.

Ziel naturally peeled off the artificial skin from his fingertip and hid it.

 

“I confirm a total of 2,500 cel in your account. How much would you like to withdraw?”

“I’ll withdraw the full amount.”

 

Clink clink.

 

The employee counted coins with swift hand movements and offered a mix of silver and gold coins.

 

“One 1,000 cel gold coin and 15 100 cel silver coins for the rest. Would you like me to change the composition?”

 

‘If he learned dagger techniques, he’d learn them quickly.’

 

Ziel, who had been briefly admiring the hand movements, put the coins in his leather pouch.

 

“Looking at your history, this is your first account and first salary. Congratulations.”

 

Ziel fell into brief confusion.

Was this something to be congratulated for?

 

‘I’m receiving compensation though.’

 

It seemed Ziel still had a long way to go in forming his economic concepts.

 

“You’ve received your first salary, so do you have anything particular in mind?”

 

This seemed like something he could answer.

 

“I’m going to eat.”

“Ah. Food is good. Since you’re such a handsome person, naturally you’ll have a nice meal with your lover at a good place…”

“I’m going to eat alone.”

“Ah…”

“And I’m going to eat a lot.”

 

Ziel was sincere.

He had recognized the existence of salary somewhat late.

So he felt wronged.

If he had known earlier, he would have eaten delicious food sooner.

 

“I’m going to eat now.”

“Ah… I see… Yes. Oh. And there’s one security package that came for you, customer Ziel Steelheart.”

“Ah. Yes. Please give it to me.”

 

Ziel also received a small package.

A package sealed with mana that couldn’t be opened without the user’s mana.

 

“Is that everything?”

“Yes. That’s everything, customer.”

“Then I’m going to eat.”

“Ah… Yes. Enjoy your meal!”

 

The bank employee professionally treated Ziel with a smiling face until the end.

And after Ziel left the bank, a short while later.

 

“What? Who is that? Who’s that handsome guy?”

“Sword School faculty.”

“Ah! That liberal arts instructor? The one they say is incredibly handsome?”

“Where did you hear that again?”

“My boyfriend works at the Sword School Administration Office. So, so? What did he say?”

“What do you mean what did he say. He just withdrew money and left.”

“Aw. I thought our Ella was finally making an escape.”

“What escape. Keep it down.”

 

Ella, who had been grumbling, suddenly turned around as if remembering something, with an exclamation.

 

“Oh. Right.”

“Hm?”

“He said he’s going to eat now.”

“Who?”

“The guy who just left.”

“With who?”

“Alone.”

“Huh? Why? He’s handsome though.”

“Exactly. But he said he’s going to eat a lot.”

“…He’s an interesting person, isn’t he?”

 

Ella muttered.

 

“He looked really happy when he said he was going to eat.”

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