On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 140

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 140

 

 

Cracked Castle Wall (6)

 

 

The way the knight order members looked at Ziel had completely changed.

A teacher favored by the 2nd Prince.

That was about it.

But starting from the incident on the second day of practical training, a ‘discussion’ about Ziel’s abilities was taking place.

 

“Come on, Senior. That’s not right. Honestly, who would notice such a faint mana sword? Unless everyone was concentrating.”

“Why wouldn’t you notice? You can see it just by glancing.”

“Senior, you weren’t there so you don’t know. Honestly, when trainees use mana swords, you can’t tell right away. They’re so weak.”

“Is that so? But that teacher named Ziel noticed it and came out to stop it?”

“Yes! That’s what I’m saying. He was even in the spire.”

“Huh, how on earth did that happen… What does he do? Where’s he from?”

“The Steelheart family.”

“Never heard of it. Where’s that?”

 

The knight order’s dinner table.

The topic of conversation was undoubtedly Ziel and the first years.

While practical training wasn’t particularly special, there had never been students as special as the current first years, nor a ‘liberal arts instructor’ as special as Ziel.

 

“What level do you think his skills are? Expert class?”

“You’re estimating on the low side, right?”

“Come on, it’s not like he’s master class though. We all know the faces of master class fighters.”

“Still, it’s hard to see him as just expert class, isn’t it, Senior?”

“Our junior, is master class some dog’s name? Just eat your food.”

“Yes. Enjoy your meal.”

 

Ziel’s abilities.

 

“But what’s with these first years anyway? Why are their levels so high?”

“The trainees who participated in sparring are all bruised up and in chaos. Didn’t the previous first years all fall one after another with a single strike, let alone counterattack?”

“Was it the Kundel youngest? He’s something else. Not just his skills, but seeing him ask to spar even after going through that.”

“The Rihart family’s daughter was no joke either. Her sword is fast. Not just fast, but incredibly fast. Our trainee couldn’t get his bearings at first.”

“That Harmatan, was it? Right, Yurio. That kid was pretty good too. Looks talented.”

 

Talk about the first years’ level.

Mealtime filled with new topics of conversation.

Of course, there was someone who couldn’t chat so cheerfully.

 

‘I’ve lost my appetite.’

 

That was Relio.

Yesterday and today had been quite long days.

Today was the third day.

Following yesterday, after rest, the students proceeded with sparring practice.

Individual instruction from knight order members followed as well.

Fortunately, there wasn’t an accident like on the second day.

While he could breathe a sigh of relief, the situation had more matters to handle.

Yesterday, he went with the commander to apologize to Ziel.

Ziel’s reaction still left room for interpretation.

 

‘If he just said he understood and answered like that… what does it mean? Is he still angry? That would be understandable. If it were me…’

 

Relio couldn’t understand Ziel’s calm reaction!

Rather than taking it at face value, he was trying his best to interpret it.

Because he had committed a sin.

 

‘I should visit him again later. By the way, I’ll have to go to the Kundel family after the practical training ends…’

 

His head was throbbing.

Damn that Johan bastard.

He should reflect properly in the punishment room before coming out.

Whether it would lead to expulsion or resetting his training period remained to be seen.

 

“Excuse me, Sir Relio.”

 

Then Horn approached.

His expression wasn’t very good.

 

“Are you coming back from writing the report?”

“Yes. It’s killing me. Sigh. They’re asking me to write down everything that happened that day in detail… I don’t know. My head hurts. How many people have to suffer because a trainee can’t control his emotions.”

“We’re lucky it ended at this level. If things went wrong, both you and I would have lost our heads.”

“Yes, fortunately we’re still alive. By the way, Sir Relio.”

 

Horn looked around and then whispered quietly.

 

“There’s been no contact from Eton for a week now.”

“Sir Eton?”

“Yes. A whole week.”

 

Relio chuckled and put food in his mouth.

 

“You two usually fight and bicker so much except in front of His Highness, are you worried about your peer?”

“Why would I worry about that guy? Eton, no matter what happened, didn’t he always report once every five days? But there’s been no report for a week.”

“…”

 

Relio’s fork stopped abruptly in mid-air.

 

“A week?”

“Yes.”

“What about the guys who went with him?”

“Same thing.”

“Have you reported to His Highness?”

“Not yet.”

 

Thud.

 

Relio stood up from his seat.

 

“I’ll go right away.”

“To His Highness?”

“Yes.”

 

It probably wasn’t anything serious.

Eton was a guy well-versed in the underworld.

Given his background, he had many connections in that world.

That usefulness was what caught the 2nd Prince’s attention.

But even on long-term assignments, he always kept to his reporting schedule, yet there’s been no contact until now?

 

‘It better not be anything serious.’

 

 

The morning of the 4th day dawned.

The condition of the first years was not very good.

 

“It feels like we’ve been taking Teacher Ziel’s classes all day long.”

“Ugh. Sparring the day before yesterday, sparring yesterday… I’m sick of it, so sick of it.”

“Why? He was still polishing our swordsmanship well. Of course, not as well as Teacher Ziel watches over us.”

 

It was tough, but the satisfaction was considerable.

Sparring with strong opponents!

While it wasn’t as much progress as with Teacher Ziel, facing people instead of just magic dolls was full of vitality.

 

“And we received a lot of praise too. They’re not just praising us because of the Delev incident, right?”

“No way. According to Sir Loras, we’re the most outstanding among all the first years in history?”

“Really?”

“He said it was the first time he’d seen first years counterattack against apprentice members. We’re amazing, aren’t we?”

 

A mood-lifting morning!

Though it wasn’t surprising, everything they learned from Teacher Ziel was paying off.

 

“At this rate, might we get scouting offers?”

“There’s talk about that. Yurio might really get an offer, don’t you think?”

 

At those words, Maris quickly raised her head.

 

‘Before me?’

 

Maris also aimed to receive an offer.

Building a knight order career before inheriting the family would be the icing on the cake.

But they’re talking about Yurio like that?

 

“Where did you hear that?”

“Wh-whoa! Maris. What’s wrong?”

“I mean about the scouting.”

 

Omar burst into laughter at her appearance, asking with hair like a bird’s nest.

 

“Look at your hair.”

“I have curly hair. Didn’t you know?”

“It wasn’t like that yesterday morning?”

 

That’s because she woke up first and rushed to the bathroom to straighten her hair.

 

“That’s not important. So what’s this about scouting?”

 

Maris deliberately pretended not to know about the Yurio talk for now.

 

“It’s about Imperial Knight scouting, of course. As apprentices, naturally. They say Yurio might receive that?”

“Come on, no way.”

“No way what? You know Yurio’s skills. Ah, I should have taken Teacher Ziel’s classes in the first semester too!”

 

Omar glanced toward Yurio and sighed.

 

“His physical strength was incredibly weak, but how did he grow so fast?”

 

That had been a mystery to him too.

But there was no doubt about Yurio’s talent.

 

“…He fought 17 against 1.”

“That’s not right.”

“Huh?”

“It was 30 against 1.”

 

The man of 30 against 1!

Now there was no sign of the rumor being corrected.

 

“Anyway, during our exchange tournament, we were all first years so there were no scouting offers. It was a group battle so there wasn’t much chance to stand out individually.”

 

Opportunities for first years to receive scouting offers are very limited.

Even when they do, it’s more like verbal offers rather than formal proposals.

Even those often get scrapped after watching for a few years.

But this time seemed a bit different.

 

“They say during vacations or times like this, they evaluate through camps and take them as early graduation conditions?”

“R-really?”

“I don’t know much either. Just rumors I heard. Oh, it’s time. Let’s go.”

 

Another morning began.

Maris mixed in with the group and ran outside, making a resolution.

 

‘I’ll get an offer first!’

 

Though she pretended otherwise, Yurio had been on her mind the whole time.

My family background, breathing technique are superior, and even the sword I carry is more expensive!

Motivation charging up!

Meanwhile, there was another student whose motivation was charging up in a different sense.

 

‘Is that so?’

 

It was Delev, who was paying attention to Yurio just as much as Maris was.

 

‘Are they not making me an offer because I’m from Kundel?’

 

This is strange.

They should at least make a formal offer.

 

‘Should I just boldly appeal to them?’

 

“Is everyone gathered? Good morning. Even though you’ve been at this for 3 days already, your expressions look good.”

 

The person in charge of this morning’s assembly was Relio.

His face looked much more haggard, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

 

“Tomorrow is the day you return. So, practically speaking, today is the last day of intense training.”

“Today’s the last day!”

“Finally!”

“Woooooooo!”

 

The students rejoiced.

It was finally over!

They had been worked non-stop all day long, making it even more grueling than the first semester practicum.

But it was finally ending!

 

“So what’s today’s training!”

“I was just about to mention that. Knight Order members, step forward.”

 

Huh?

Only then did the students sense something was off.

Every morning, the apprentice members had been present together, but today…

 

“Their shoulder insignia are different?”

“Huh?”

 

Instead of the green shoulder insignia that symbolized apprentice members, they wore blue insignia.

In other words—

 

“Today you will spar not with apprentices, but with official members.”

 

It meant this would be sparring on a completely different level.

 

“Did I just mishear that?”

“I think something’s wrong with my ears.”

“Official… members? Us?”

 

Relio chuckled at the sight of students denying reality.

 

“By the way, this was your teacher’s suggestion.”

“…”

 

The students felt betrayed.

 

“T-Teacher did…”

“Ah…”

“He judged it to be a very good opportunity and accepted. You’re different from previous first years. If you can counterattack against apprentice members and surprise them, we judged you could sufficiently spar with official members as well.”

 

Relio drove the point home.

 

“Of course, it also helped that your teacher strongly insisted. He said there would be no problem even against Grand Knight level opponents.”

 

The Output Level 9 Magic Golem.

Its strength and speed were definitely at Grand Knight level.

They had managed somehow against such magic golems.

But if the opponent was a ‘Grand Knight level person’…

 

‘We’re screwed.’

‘No, even so, how can they tell us to face official members?’

‘I’m dead…’

 

“I’m very much looking forward to today. Everyone do your best. Over there, your teacher will be watching from the Spire.”

 

Everyone already looked like they were dying.

A few did ignite their fighting spirit though.

 

‘Wait, if I make an impression on an official member, that works, right?’

‘Then I could even get a scouting offer…’

‘I absolutely have to go before Yurio.’

 

And not far away.

 

“Um, Boss. Will the kids be okay? Still, against official members is a bit…”

“It’s time to apply what they learned from sparring with magic golems to real combat. Without sparring against people, their skills won’t improve.”

 

Gilbert with a worried expression and Ziel with his always unchanging expression were watching the students’ morning assembly.

 

“Hmm. I see. Understood. Well, it should be fine.”

 

Gilbert no longer doubted the Boss’s words!

After all, just as Ziel had predicted, all the students who took his class had successfully counterattacked against the apprentices.

 

“So are we resting again today?”

 

Gilbert was excited about the prospect of exploring The Iron Keep again today.

Although he couldn’t go outside, this was still quite a place!

 

“I’m resting.”

“As expected.”

“You can’t rest.”

“Excuse me?”

“You should train too. It might not be the right level against the Apprentice Members, but it would be suitable against Official Members.”

 

What is he talking about.

 

“B-Boss. I’m the Teaching Assistant…”

“Right. Teaching Assistants need training too.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one conducting the training?”

“Is there a problem?”

 

When Ziel tilted his head, Gilbert answered hastily.

 

“No, this is supposed to be student practice!”

“If you can train together while we’re at it, that would be efficient. All work should be performed efficiently.”

“…”

 

Gilbert wanted to cry.

However, he soon nodded.

 

“If this is also a test, I will accept it, Boss!”

“A test?”

“Yes! For my future, I will do my best!”

 

A future of living happily as a member of The Organization, even grasping the Imperial Family’s connections!

That was Gilbert’s dream.

Ziel nodded.

 

“Right. In the future, you could also work as a Liberal Arts Instructor like me, and even become a Professor like my goal.”

 

Instructor and Professor!

 

‘Could those be referring to ranks within The Organization?’

 

As expected of Boss.

This is the Imperial Palace.

There would be many listening ears, so that wisdom of speaking indirectly.

 

“I will do my best.”

“Good. Go ahead. I’ve already spoken to Sir Relio about it.”

“Yes! Then, please watch my skills too!”

 

And so Gilbert left.

 

“It will be efficient training.”

 

Ziel hadn’t thought about tests or anything like that.

He had literally only thought about efficiency.

 

‘I should prepare for the festa once we return.’

 

And Ziel was already thinking about the next plan.

Ziel would be in charge of the First Years for this festa.

 

‘Festa…’

 

Competition with Arcane School!

That was what the Department Head had emphasized during the meeting.

They needed to get good scores to beat Arcane School, and incentives would be given based on those scores.

However, Ziel recalled the dictionary meaning of ‘festa’ that he had seen in a book.

 

‘A large-scale event where many people celebrate and enjoy themselves, it said.’

 

The many people here would be the students.

An event that students could enjoy.

While also planning it as an event that could receive good scores.

 

‘Nothing comes to mind immediately.’

 

He was in the middle of pondering.

Ziel turned his head at the presence he felt from behind.

Actually, he had been sensing it for a while.

 

“Department Head Berhal Abue.”

“How long are you going to address me so stiffly?”

 

Berhal approached Ziel with a grin.

 

“You’re not much of a morning sleeper. Good morning.”

 

The greeting “good morning” was a conventional greeting.

Ziel answered exactly as he had seen in books.

 

“Good morning.”

“…Is there something that’s put you in a good mood?”

“No.”

“Strange, you weren’t usually someone who didn’t engage in conversation like this.”

 

Berhal tilted his head in confusion but soon cleared his throat and got to the point.

 

“Ahem. Anyway, do you have some time?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, um, I think we need to have an important conversation.”

 

Berhal’s smile spread across his entire face.

 

“This practical training, the First Years’ performance has been very good.”

“I taught them well.”

“…Ahem. It’s not just good, they far exceeded the second and third year scores.”

“I think I taught them even better.”

“….”

 

Right, this was how he used to respond.

 

“Of course, there’s still a slight gap with the upper classmen’s scores, but this is an incredible achievement.”

“That’s disappointing.”

“What’s there to be disappointed about? It’s only natural.”

“It’s not natural.”

 

As expected.

A teacher who looks very far ahead.

 

“But if the students did their best, I’m satisfied with that.”

 

And he was also a teacher with a proper teacher’s attitude.

 

“Anyway, with that in mind… I’d like to make a proposal to Teacher Ziel now.”

 

Berhal finally brought up the story he had prepared.

 

“I’d like to offer you a formal faculty contract at Sword School.”

 

A formal faculty contract!

 

“Although there are still several months left on your contract, I naturally think it’s right to make this offer beforehand.”

“Is that so.”

“Yes. However, I’m not continuing to offer you the liberal arts instructor position.”

 

Not the liberal arts instructor position?

It was a bit different from what Ziel had been thinking.

 

“Then what position is it?”

 

Berhal added as if he had been waiting for this.

 

“I’m offering you a position as a formal teacher at our Sword School.”

 

Then, as if he realized something—

 

“No, I shouldn’t say I’m ‘offering,’ I should put it this way.”

 

He shook his head slightly and corrected himself.

 

“Teacher Ziel, please definitely take the position as a formal teacher at our Sword School.”

 

It was an earnest request.

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