On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 159

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 159

Festival Eve (1)

Two days until the festival!

With the event venue preparations nearly complete and the students’ practice sessions reaching maturity, Sword School was already swept up in a festive atmosphere.

CRASH!

On one side of the event venue, a massive barrier decorated with magic shattered and scattered with tremendous force—

CLANG, CLANK!

At another event venue, students from other departments who had been recruited in advance wore gladiator costumes with cheerful expressions.

“I-It’s really scary.”

“This is insane…”

Meanwhile, students who had pre-experienced the ‘Labyrinth Exploration’ escaped from the labyrinth, gasping for breath.

Berhal, who confirmed each of these scenes one by one, wore a pleased expression.

“Very good. The reactions are decent, and the anticipation is exceptional. You’ve all worked hard, Professors.”

Elcanto, Merhen, Idel.

The three outcast professors of Sword School had gritted their teeth in preparation and created quite high expectations.

“We’ll show you something amazing, Department Head!”

“Yes, yes. Professor Elcanto. You’ll do well. The labyrinth experience—I went in earlier myself, and the tension was extraordinary, wasn’t it?”

As if realizing his oversight, Berhal also praised Merhen and Idel.

“And what about the Barrier Breaker? The satisfaction when the barrier breaks is extraordinary, isn’t it? And the Blade Challenge received praise from every participating student from other departments. Though the students who have to play along will have a tough time. Haha.”

They’re professors who are both easy and difficult to handle.

If you praise only one side, the other two become dejected.

‘Still, at least they don’t openly growl at each other anymore.’

It wasn’t just the students who had changed.

“By the way, Professor Isabella. Is the swordsmanship tournament being prepared well?”

“Ah, yes. No problems. It’s scheduled to proceed daily throughout the festival period. However, we plan to hold the preliminaries simply on the day itself, and make the main tournament public from the finals onward. Since we’re selecting the top from each grade level, it should proceed swiftly.”

For reference, the swordsmanship tournament is Sword School’s symbolic regular competition.

It’s a tournament where students clamor to participate without needing any encouragement.

The winners by grade level receive the incredible prize of ‘priority’ for next semester’s course registration.

‘The first years are going to go crazy. Didn’t they say they stayed up all night in front of the Student Affairs Office trying to get into Teacher Ziel’s class this semester?’

However, while all the professors had prepared their events well, there was something else that caught the attention of the entering spectators.

“By the way… I’m really confused whether this is an Arts School event or our Sword School event.”

“I know, right. It feels like we’ve entered a fairy tale world…”

It was the sculptures born from Mortis’s design!

Various sculptures depicting swords and movements were well-placed throughout the area, and Emerick’s magic was added around them, creating a dreamlike and beautiful atmosphere.

It was definitely a sensibility that could never be found in previous Sword School festivals.

“A landscape combining art and magic… This time will really be different.”

“This time we’ll definitely beat Arcane School and win, Department Head!”

Berhal didn’t deny it.

It was certainly extraordinary.

The scenery.

The scale of the events.

All of it began with unexpected assistance.

Art.

Magic.

They had brought an irreplaceable master from one field.

Mortis himself.

Emerick, while not quite a master, was a mage of overflowing talent.

It was amazing that they brought Mortis, and equally amazing that they secured cooperation from a professor at Arcane School, which had always been in opposition.

And the person who accomplished both of these impossible tasks was none other than…

“Now Teacher Ziel’s event rehearsal is about to begin. Let’s go watch.”

“Oh, is it that time already!”

“I’m excited. I heard the students prepared without taking a single day off until yesterday.”

It was Ziel who would soon present the rehearsal.

“It was called a sword dance performance, right? The one that changed to 100 people participating at Teacher Ziel’s suggestion.”

“That’s right. I heard that the Teaching Assistant will stand at the front and participate together…”

The sword dance performance venue they visited with anticipation.

20 minutes each, exactly twice a day.

What kind of performance could possibly unfold?

On top of that, Lord Mortis was involved in the design of the sword dance performance.

‘They really created an unbelievable event.’

And finally, Berhal and the other professors who arrived were shocked.

On the event venue stage…

“Ah, you’ve arrived?”

Smoke was rising.

“Is there a fire or something?”

Emerick, who greeted the professors, grinned.

“No. We’ve installed magical tools. We’re planning to use them as stage devices as Lord Mortis suggested. He says they use these kinds of magical tools for effects during the Sir Mortis Collection unveiling events.”

Hissssss…

The tension and anticipation created as the rising smoke spread across the stage.

“It’s about to start. Please watch.”

Emerick finally stopped the magical tool operation and stepped back.

Suddenly, the professors focused on the stage while tilting their heads in confusion.

‘Isn’t this person an Arcane School Professor?’

Their questioning was brief.

“Ah. By the way, the name of the sword dance performance is ‘Flower of the Sword’.”

With Emerick’s announcement, the sword dance performance finally began.

The smoke that had been spread cleared, and 101 performers lined up without a single error!

“…!”

Something can be felt.

Something is about to come!

Gulp.

Isabella felt some kind of inexplicable trembling.

‘What is this… what is this, exactly?’

It was then that the students standing in formation all drew their swords in unison.

Shing!

The sound of drawing swords seemed to ring out just once.

All the students had performed sword drawing at exactly the same moment.

“Whoa…!”

There was not the slightest error or wavering.

This spectacle captured everyone’s attention right from the start.

“The first years are going to steal the show again…”

Elcanto’s dazed muttering.

He couldn’t imagine what kind of spectacle would unfold next, but he was certain the first years would show something incredible again.

If Elcanto was like this, there was no need to mention Merhen and Idel’s reactions.

‘I’m seriously jealous of those connections!’

‘How on earth did they manage to persuade Lord Mortis…!’

Even Isabella herself!

Of course, Isabella thought somewhat differently from the previous two.

“Magic and art were added too… but I never thought Teacher Ziel’s suggestion for all first years to participate would lead to such an overwhelming spectacle.”

Originally, Yurio’s idea was for about 10 to 20 people to perform a sword dance.

But would such a spectacle have emerged if that had been the case?

“The suggestion to show sword dance rather than swordsmanship is one thing… but I can’t imagine how they prepared for this.”

Isabella suddenly looked around.

The person responsible for creating this overwhelming spectacle that had just begun was nowhere to be seen.

That question remained unanswered as the performance began, and when the performance finally ended, the professors applauded frantically.

“This is insane, absolutely insane… to create something like this!”

“Teacher Ziel has done it again!”

“Wow, really… this is unbelievable. What was that at the end? I thought all the students were using mana swords!”

“That scene in the middle where the swords bloomed like flowers was absolutely incredible!”

A performance receiving overwhelming praise.

This feeling was like watching a performance from the Imperial Theater Troupe!

There were no longer any professors who could deliberately disparage Ziel.

They had no choice but to acknowledge it.

No, they had to acknowledge it.

Could anyone find fault with something like this?

There couldn’t possibly be such a person…

“Oh? It’s Teacher Ziel.”

There was.

When did he appear? Ziel was entering the stage and approaching Lydia.

“Student Lydia Rojas. In the 4th movement, your right foot was slightly short. Do it again.”

“Like this?”

“No. That was different from just now. I’ll show you.”

Ziel was conducting feedback immediately after the rehearsal ended.

“What… he was watching and memorizing all of that?”

It wasn’t just Lydia.

He was going to each student who had made errors in their movements, personally demonstrating the incorrect movements they had made.

“I see, Teacher! Thank you for telling me!”

“Student Quantus Hopel. Your enthusiasm is good, but move with only 50% of that enthusiasm. This sword dance performance is not a stage for one person to stand out.”

“Understood!”

“Next, Student Delev Kundel.”

How does he remember all of that?

“Heh, hehehe…”

Berhal let out a hollow laugh and became certain.

Arcane School.

They could definitely win.

And when that happened, the greatest contributor would naturally be Teacher Ziel.

Not because he brought Lord Mortis, nor because he recruited professors from Arcane School.

It was all thanks to that performance.

“That concludes the feedback. We’ll start the rehearsal again. And Student Celia Rihart. Here’s a praise card.”

“Oh!”

“He was the most stable during rehearsal.”

Gilbert, who had served as a guideline for the students even in the most conspicuous and burdensome position, was also praised without fail.

“And Gilbert. Well done.”

“Thank you, Boss.”

“I’ll give you a dagger after rehearsal.”

“….”

“This time I’ll give you 3.”

“Yes….”

Sword School’s rehearsal preparation was certainly flawless.

Not just Sword School, but Arcane School and Arts School as well.

However, Arcane School today was more focused on something other than their own festival preparations….

“What is all this….”

“Was the rumor about Lord Mortis coming as an advisory committee member really true…?”

They were in shock, having only belatedly discovered the truth behind the rumors.

‘These crazy bastards… how on earth?’

No wonder it felt strange.

Even when rumors reached them, they would just ignore them, but for some unknown reason, whenever they looked at the Sword School Area, their gaze was drawn there to an odd degree.

And it was because Lord Mortis was participating in the design!

“How did those guys get Lord Mortis….”

Titus trembled with shaking hands.

He hadn’t particularly interfered or given them anything, yet he felt like he’d been stabbed in the back….

No, wait.

There was something.

He had given them something!

He had lent them 50 more Magic Dolls and additional Magical Tools too!

‘Then that bastard Emeric behind our backs….’

Titus cried out as if wailing.

“Emeric… where is Professor Emeric right now?”

“Huh? He went to guide the First Years’ event earlier.”

“….”

“P-Professor Titus. What should we do? If we had known earlier that these guys had brought Lord Mortis, we would have taken him away beforehand….”

The other professors were restless and anxious.

Watching them, Titus’s mind raced quickly.

‘No, this is an opportunity.’

A golden opportunity to restore his uncontrollably plummeting status.

“Professors, listen carefully to what I say.”

Titus opened his mouth with serious eyes.

“It doesn’t matter who those Sword School bastards brought.”

“But it’s Lord Mortis… How on earth did those guys….”

“…Of course, they brought someone impressive. But does that change their fundamental nature? What can mere swordsmen do anyway?”

Titus placed his hands on the shoulders of the professors on both sides.

“Don’t be scared. We’ll win. Sure, they’ll draw attention. Sword School brought someone amazing! But can they really compete with magic?”

Titus didn’t know.

That thanks to Emerick, whom they had found earlier, magic had been added to Sword School’s event.

“Y-yes, that’s right, isn’t it?”

“Of course. Isn’t that obvious? How could mere swordsmen….”

Titus, who snickered, didn’t know.

The fact that Ziel and the First Years were now preparing a tremendous performance.

“Don’t worry and let’s go.”

“Ah, we don’t need to worry too much, right?”

“Didn’t Professor Titus say so? They’re just swordsmen after all.”

Titus wore a sneer without the professors knowing.

‘They’re just guys who can’t do anything without me anyway.’

Do these bastards think they have anywhere else to turn just because Siren has been shaking a bit lately?

Shameless bastards who pretend to be hostile for a while, then come crawling back when they subtly reveal their feelings.

There are exactly two annoying guys.

Ziel Steelheart.

And Emeric Kent.

‘By the way, I need to deal with that bastard Emeric soon. How dare he humiliate me?’

As soon as the festa ended, Titus planned to visit Siren.

He would go there to meet Remal and earnestly request another chance.

And he would get rid of all the annoying bastards, whether it was Ziel or Emeric!

It was Titus’s grand plan.

‘Someday, even the Imperial Academy will surely…’

Titus, clenching his fists tightly, truly had no idea.

That his lifeline, the Siren Family’s situation, was rapidly deteriorating.

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