On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 148
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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 148
Signal Flare of Downfall (2)
The first announcement was something everyone had somewhat expected.
“The first is Teacher Ziel’s promotion to official faculty member.”
Elcanto quickly responded.
“Not just a contract renewal but an official faculty position – this is truly something to celebrate! Until now, there have been almost no cases of liberal arts instructors becoming official faculty members, even with renewals!”
Elcanto had now become a very faithful supporter.
“Yes, Professor Elcanto is correct. While there have been a few cases at Arcane School, this is the first at Sword School. Everyone, please give him a round of applause.”
Enthusiastic applause.
Weak applause.
Reluctant applause.
Applause mixed with curious gazes.
Ziel pondered.
‘Should I clap for myself in this situation?’
But he didn’t.
“Along with his promotion to official faculty, Teacher Ziel will no longer be a liberal arts instructor but… will receive the official position of ‘Teacher.'”
Official Teacher!
Except for Elcanto who already knew, everyone was somewhat surprised.
However, it wasn’t incomprehensible.
He was more than qualified to be made a professor immediately.
The position of ‘Teacher’ seemed understandable.
‘Since he still lacks the thesis record and experience for a professorship, they’re giving him the teacher position first.’
As Isabella nodded, Berhal explained the background.
“As you know, Teacher Ziel has achieved numerous accomplishments during last semester and this semester. The Exchange Tournament, last semester’s practicum, this semester’s practicum, and most importantly, the student evaluations and growth in his classes have been excellent. While there’s no precedent, we cannot simply ignore such achievements. So we’re trying to create a precedent starting now.”
“Every word you say is absolutely right.”
That was Elcanto’s interjection again.
‘He, he… Ugh!’
Merhen seemed tired now and just sighed inwardly.
However, she had to raise her head sharply at the following words.
“In that sense, starting next year, Teacher Ziel will officially become a grade-level supervising teacher.”
“Excuse me?”
Merhen was startled.
Berhal tilted his head.
“Why are you so surprised? Since he’s been promoted to official faculty, he can’t remain a half-hearted supervisor.”
“But, but this is still too fast…”
“Professor Pauline is entering her sabbatical year. And didn’t we already have a position vacant before that?”
One professor retired.
Another professor was fired due to an unsavory incident.
They managed somehow after Takeus was fired for trying to harm a student.
But if Professor Pauline, who supervised the sixth years, also retired, there would be a gap.
“We originally considered hiring a new professor, but we judged it more appropriate to promote an important internal talent with long-term considerations.”
Long-term.
Elcanto nodded at those words.
‘They’re planning to make him a professor eventually.’
Ziel was certainly worthy of such treatment.
“Teacher Ziel, what do you think?”
Berhal asked pointedly.
And Ziel gave the expected answer.
“I’ll do my best.”
As expected.
‘Yes, you need this kind of confidence.’
Berhal announced the plan with a pleased smile.
“Professor Isabella? Starting next year, you’ll be in charge of the sixth years.”
“Yes, understood. That’s good. I can continue teaching the students I worked with this year.”
“Yes. That’s exactly the point I had in mind. While we’ll need more discussion, we’re considering a system where teachers supervise their assigned students continuously until graduation, regardless of grade level.”
What Berhal meant was.
“The students you first supervise, you’ll stay with them until graduation. If that happens… Teacher Ziel might become the first supervising teacher to handle students from first year through sixth year continuously.”
It was a complete reform.
The professors’ influence and power that varied according to grade-level supervision!
This was about dismantling that and evaluating based solely on student supervision.
Even Isabella was somewhat surprised by this statement.
“It’s quite radical.”
“Yes, it must seem that way. However, I believe it’s an absolutely necessary part for the students’ development and fair evaluation by the professors.”
Students get assigned different professors each time they advance to the next year.
That means they have to adapt to each professor’s style every year.
Of course, there are things to be learned from studying under different professors, but on the other hand, there were quite a few regrettable aspects as well.
“However, we’re also considering a plan where professors maintain their assigned year while also participating in other year specializations as needed.”
Berhal declared radical changes while being cautious not to excessively disrupt the existing balance.
“What do the other professors think?”
“Then I’ll be in charge of First Years again starting the year after next. That sounds interesting. It’s quite radical, but… I like it.”
Isabella immediately agreed.
Following her, Professor Idel, who was in charge of Fourth Years, also nodded after some consideration.
“Hmm… I understand. If Professor Isabella says so. And also, the Department Head spoke about Sword School’s unity. I actually think it’s better from a unity perspective.”
The two had quickly caught on.
Now it wasn’t about power or status being determined by being in charge of upper years, but competing based on actual results.
While seniority wouldn’t be completely ignored, being in charge of any particular year would no longer carry meaning.
“Professor Merhen?”
At Berhal’s subtle question, Merhen had no choice but to accept as well.
“If you two feel that way…”
Merhen was just disappointed that Third Years had been continuously falling behind this year.
‘Actually, this is a good opportunity.’
He realized this was a situation where he could aim for a reversal.
Since he could now continue teaching the same year!
“I agree as well. It’s an excellent policy, Department Head!”
Elcanto went without saying.
Finally-
“What do you think, Teacher Ziel?”
“I like the idea that I can teach the current students until they graduate.”
Ziel brought up the essential point as an educator.
‘As expected.’
It was the most satisfying answer.
Reform.
Restructuring the existing power order.
All good.
But more important than that was the students’ growth and learning.
This was a policy he had proposed thinking that if the current situation continued, the students’ confusion would only increase.
‘Only Teacher Ziel pointed out the essence.’
Indeed, he had seen correctly.
Ziel was truly the person who would lead this Sword School’s future.
“Well then, the discussion is settled. We just need the Dean’s final approval, so let’s announce it around the end of the semester. Oh, and along with Teacher Ziel’s official faculty promotion, let me mention the second announcement…”
Berhal took out what he had prepared and placed it on the table.
“This is the textbook created by Teacher Ziel.”
The textbook!
It had been discussed before, and now it was finally making its reappearance.
“The draft has been completed by combining the textbook created for last semester’s practical training with the contents of the reports Teacher Ziel has submitted. After adding the professors’ opinions, we plan to distribute it to all years starting next year.”
Berhal distributed the textbooks one by one.
Even Merhen and Idel couldn’t voice any objections at this moment.
‘What, what kind of thing is this…?’
‘It’s incredibly detailed and… easy to follow.’
An extremely well-made textbook.
Its quality was apparent even from just flipping through it.
“It’s not the final version yet, but this alone seems sufficient for lectures. Teacher Ziel, I express my deep gratitude first.”
Berhal explained while flipping through the textbook.
“However, the professors’ opinions are essential. Please feel free to share anything that might help the students.”
“This is good. With content like this… we can reduce the time we spend explaining theoretical parts a bit more.”
“You’ve seen it correctly, Professor Isabella. A specialized book that can be understood just by reading it – that’s exactly the core of this textbook.”
Ziel’s document writing ability!
And the assassin’s insight that penetrates the essence of things and phenomena.
This was the result of combining those.
Of course, his incredible work speed was also included.
“Once the final version is completed with the professors’ opinions added, we plan to print it immediately and begin distribution from next semester. Please provide your opinions before the semester ends.”
The meeting concluded with this.
Sword School academic system changes.
Practical training results announcement.
Official faculty promotion announcement.
Along with the textbooks.
Everything in the meeting had centered around Ziel!
‘I’m looking forward to seeing how he’ll prepare for the festa.’
“Well then, next up is the festa. Let’s do our best for the remaining second semester.”
Everyone might have their own thoughts, but the meeting itself concluded very satisfactorily.
The atmosphere at Sword School was definitely good.
So much so that it felt clearly different from Arcane School, which hadn’t achieved much during this practical training.
“This time… we don’t really have anything to discuss.”
At the same time.
The Arcane School professors’ meeting, having returned from the same practical training, concluded very boringly.
“Since we focused on theory, there wasn’t really anything to do.”
“The only thing we did was give an exam on the last day of practical training…”
“I think the next practical training should be a bit more active.”
The culprit who, out of pride for being the real power, had filled the entire practical training schedule with only theoretical classes.
None other than Professor Titus.
‘These bastards are really being blatant about it now…’
But even with their open complaints, Titus could no longer open his mouth.
Because Emeric, the First Years’ supervisor who had blocked his magic, was sitting right next to him.
“Sigh, let’s wrap this up. There’s nothing to discuss anyway.”
“Let’s do that. Oh, Professor Emeric. Shall we go grab a meal? I heard the Faculty Dining Hall menu is delicious today.”
“That sounds good. Let’s go, Professors.”
The other professors asked Emeric but didn’t ask Titus anything!
Left alone, Titus let out a hollow sigh.
‘Should I… go visit Young Master Remal again?’
With his trusted lifeline about to snap.
He thought about whether he should beg for one last chance.
But Titus didn’t know.
The fact that House Siren was currently in a state of emergency.
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‘Imperial Palace… assassin attack incident?’
“Information coming from multiple reliable sources is all identical, Young Master.”
“…”
“Young Master?”
Remal’s hands trembled.
Contact with Sigrim had been cut off.
Sigrim’s regular reports, which he had always conducted no matter what happened, hadn’t come for several days.
And he had just received information that an assassin had attacked the Imperial Palace.
“Young Master, are you alright?”
“I’m, I’m fine. So, what happened?”
“Surprisingly, the target was… Dietrich Valdrain, 2nd Prince.”
“The 2nd Prince…?”
“Yes. So we thought it might be the First Prince’s doing, but we don’t think there’s reason for that. The risk would be too great.”
Of course.
If that was Sigrim, then I was the one who sent him.
‘Damn it, how did he end up there…’
If that was true, then a great crisis had come to him.
“Fortunately, they say the assassin was captured.”
‘No, no. The order I gave was to kill anyone who interferes…’
The report wasn’t registering in his ears.
Could it be.
Had the order been wrong?
‘No, that’s not it. Even if that were the case, how did he get to the Imperial Palace…’
Remal didn’t know.
About Eton, whom Dietrich had sent to the underworld to pursue the man he’d encountered during his night movement.
The fact that Sigrim had killed or seriously wounded that Eton and his subordinate knights while investigating other places under additional orders, and in the process had perceived Dietrich as ‘interfering’ with him.
“Y-Young Master… you seem very tired lately…”
“No, it’s fine. You may go.”
“Understood.”
After the butler left.
Remal was consumed by extreme anxiety.
What if that really was Sigrim?
‘No, let me stay calm. There’s no evidence. All I gave him was one poison.’
But there was no way he could stay calm.
If the Imperial Palace ever caught his trail, everything would be over.
Remal had never even dared to think about opposing the Imperial Palace.
It was impossible.
Hadn’t they destroyed even the mighty Black Sky?
In a situation where it was questionable whether all the houses in the Empire could succeed even if they united, could Siren do it alone?
No matter how many mages they gathered, it was impossible.
“….”
How did things get so twisted?
No, more than that, a fundamental question arose.
‘Then who was it that killed that Sigrim?’
Who on earth could have taken down that guy who was rated as second only to Specter in Black Sky?
Knock knock.
Remal flinched at the sound of knocking.
“Young Master, Young Master Emil has come to see you.”
Emil Siren.
His younger brother.
‘Why is Emil here?’
His younger brother, whom he hadn’t properly spoken to since their competition began in earnest, had suddenly come to visit.
And at such a coincidental timing as this.
Remal’s heart began to pound.
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