On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 160

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 160

Festa Eve Festival (2)

The day before Festa.

Ziel brought up an unbelievable story.

“Today’s rehearsal ends here. Everyone did great work.”

The students’ eyes widened in surprise.

“Huh? We only did it once though?”

“Really? Really?”

Since it was the day before, they thought they’d be devoted to rehearsals all day long!

“The actual performance starts tomorrow. Overdoing it the day before will cause problems. Today, get plenty of rest and nutrition, then gather again at 9 AM tomorrow morning. We’ll proceed with the day-of rehearsal.”

“Wow!”

“Then we can go to the eve festival, right!”

“Go ahead, Student Ann Peshwa. However, don’t overeat or stay awake past midnight.”

“Yes!”

The excited First Years!

They thought they’d be worked to death today too!

“Teacher Ziel really knows how to play push and pull.”

“No, I think he’s just genuinely being like that?”

“Is that so? Anyway, great!”

Ziel pointed to Gilbert.

“Students with muscle pain or injuries should report now and receive medical treatment before leaving.”

“Yes!”

“That’s all. I’ll conclude today’s rehearsal. Take good care of your performance costumes. Magic powder and magical tools will be distributed during rehearsal.”

It had finally arrived.

Festa!

The joy of finishing rehearsal in just one go combined with the excitement of Festa made the students’ happiness feel like it would burst out.

“Ah. And there’s one announcement.”

The First Years who had just positioned themselves to rush out of the auditorium hesitated.

“Don’t get hurt during the festa period. That’s all.”

“Yes!”

The students rushed out in a flurry.

Gilbert let out a hollow laugh at the sight.

“The kids are really excited.”

“Yeah. It seems that way. Is there a reason they’re so happy?”

“Well, it’s because the rehearsal ended in just one round.”

“They know they finished it perfectly.”

“Rather than that… isn’t it just because it ended early?”

Ziel tilted his head.

“I don’t know if that’s something to be happy about.”

“Come on, Boss. It’s something to be happy about. Really happy.”

“Is that so. I’m happy too.”

“Right? As expected…”

“No. It’s not because the rehearsal ended early.”

“Huh?”

Ziel handed Gilbert a letter.

“A reply came.”

“Huh? A reply?”

“Yeah. A reply came to the letter I sent separately for the day of the Valhafen Festa.”

Gilbert’s heart began to race.

“Then this…”

“It seems we’re ready to bring down Siren.”

Gilbert read the letter.

It was actually a letter from the 2nd Prince.

[To my dear savior.]

Savior?

Gilbert looked at the Boss.

‘He is… a savior, though.’

He had helped Prince Dietrich II not once, but twice.

And now, by letting him intervene in this Siren matter as well, it was more than enough to be called a savior.

“I don’t understand why they wrote ‘savior.’ I’ve never saved him.”

As always, such a humble Boss!

“You are a savior to me as well.”

“That’s true. Without me, you would have been hunted down and killed by The Organization.”

Anyway, the letter that began with this phrase contained information about Siren’s movements and plans that he had gathered.

“The Three Families… have come to see His Imperial Highness.”

“Yes. It seems they’ve decided to make the first move.”

“Boss’s Behind-the-Scenes Manipulation worked perfectly!”

As expected, Boss has the qualities of a mastermind.

‘Seeing that he’s already manipulating even the Imperial Palace, he must not want to rely on imperial connections!’

Isn’t that right?

If he had imperial connections, he could just request the Imperial Palace to handle this matter.

But instead, Boss manipulated the Imperial Palace and Major Families from behind the scenes using a different identity.

‘He can’t trust even the Imperial Palace. As expected, Boss is so cautious!’

“So what should we do? Kidnapping? Or Stealth? Or maybe Theft?”

“We handle them.”

“Excuse me?”

“The Assassins.”

Gilbert was left speechless by Ziel’s precise expression.

“The Assassins…”

“They’re the biggest variable. We eliminate them.”

“Do we really need to? With the Imperial Palace, Kundel, Rihart, and even the wealthy Sopen…”

“We need to handle them to get the Black Gem first.”

“Ah.”

Ziel’s biggest objective.

Originally, he wanted to bring down Siren because their ambitions had threatened the Students.

But now, a new reason had emerged.

It’s the black gem that controls the assassins.

“Remal is a mage. He would have positioned assassins around himself in some way.”

“I see. Then while the others pressure Siren…”

“We steal the black gem.”

“Hmm. Then what about Remal Siren?”

“The other side will handle him.”

“Certainly, Siren will collapse.”

“No. Whether Siren collapses or not doesn’t matter anymore.”

What Ziel wants isn’t Siren’s destruction.

To be precise, it’s bringing down Remal Siren, the mastermind behind everything that has happened so far.

Now that he knows Remal is the mastermind, the goal has become clear.

“We only deal with Remal.”

“Understood.”

When you remove the cornerstone, it’s natural for a house to shake or collapse.

However, Ziel is someone who has no interest in what happens when the cornerstone is removed in the first place.

He simply approaches with only one goal in sight.

‘He’s a frightening person. The things he’s done so far… I can’t even dare to imagine what impact they’ll have on this Empire.’

Gilbert also doesn’t know much about politics.

However, he couldn’t predict at all how this current affair would change the power dynamics of this Empire.

The 2nd Prince’s rise to power.

The strengthening of Kundel and Rihart’s authority.

The weakening of the mage faction.

And the subsequent rise of the knight order.

All of those things might happen, or they might not.

Politics and power are bound to bring unexpected events.

But Ziel seemed to target only Remal Siren, regardless of such things.

‘He’s truly a frightening person.’

Gilbert once again takes pride that his decision back then was the best choice of his life!

“It’ll be finished before the festa opens. Coincidentally, now is also the best time for Remal to move. Good timing for both sides.”

“Will it end in just one night?”

“It will end. At least the students’ festa won’t be disrupted.”

Ziel pointed to the letter as if he had just remembered something.

“And Personnel Director Locus Abue is also involved in this matter.”

“…What?”

“It’s written on the back of the letter.”

Gilbert hurriedly flipped the letter over.

It was true.

“Why is that person… Isn’t he a Secret Arts User?”

“I don’t know that either. But it seems he had some conversation with Emil Siren.”

This was information that the Imperial Palace, or rather Dietrich, had gathered independently.

The Secret Arts User named Locus was trying to get something from Emil Siren rather than Remal.

‘This just got more complicated.’

Gilbert was at a loss for words and read the letter several times over.

Just how many factions were involved in this matter now?

And all of these events started from…

‘The mission I was assigned back then.’

That very incident where he had tried to poison Delev using the first year Yon.

When he learned that Siren was actually the one behind it, his thought was this:

Perhaps the Boss had been targeting Siren from that moment on.

“We move starting this evening.”

“Understood, Boss. I’ll prepare thoroughly.”

Gilbert’s heart began to pound with excitement.

It wasn’t just because he was stepping into the whirlwind of this massive incident.

‘Finally, it’s time to show my skills.’

It was the day before the Festa.

* * *

Remal had finished his planning.

The total number of assassins was 20.

Of these, 3 would guard him, and he would deploy the remaining 17.

‘I’ve identified all of their positions.’

Festa.

Remal aimed for that moment.

Family heads from across the Empire had participated in the last exchange tournament. A considerable number of family heads participated even though they weren’t parents.

So he expected the same this time, and that expectation proved correct.

The festa to be held tomorrow.

Family heads from across the Empire had flocked here once again to see it.

‘Eliminate them all at once, and I’ll clean up the chaos.’

Remal’s plan was as follows.

Send assassins disguised as remnants of Black Sky.

Then, when the family heads are eliminated and chaos ensues, the mages Remal had prepared in advance would appear.

After suppressing that chaos and becoming a hero, he would devour the absence of the Great Lord families Kundel and Rihart…

And stand tall as the Empire’s greatest family.

The assassins were regrettable, but Remal had clearly realized through Sigrim’s death.

That perfectly controlling and handling assassins was an impossible task.

So he would dispose of them at this opportunity, use those assassins as sacrifices to create justification, then put even the Imperial Palace under his feet.

‘Father, it’s all over now.’

The corners of his mouth rising dangerously.

Finally, Siren would stand tall at the top of the Empire.

Mages would receive even better treatment than now, and the vast territory that was Siren’s desire would come into his hands.

That very thing that was once his father’s desire and had now become Remal’s desire!

‘Emil, I’ll finish you off too as soon as I wrap up this business.’

Since Father needed to step down as the previous family head, it would be enough to just send him off as an advisor to the Imperial Magic Academy.

Emil, who had come to blackmail him recently, was annoying, but it seemed like confining him to prison would be sufficient.

Finally.

‘My world is coming.’

Remal’s true desire was approaching.

How much had he wished for it!

The Empire’s greatest family that his father had spoken of since childhood!

He had lived looking only at that, even abandoning himself.

Though his father had grown old and perhaps had a change of heart, abandoning that wish…

That was all Remal had left.

Knock knock.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

“Young Master Remal, the Family Head has come to see you.”

“….”

Coincidentally, it was Father.

When he opened the door, he could see Father’s expression—Alter Siren’s face.

“Remal.”

“Father, night is approaching. What brings you here?”

“Can’t a father come to see his son’s face anymore?”

“…You were never that affectionate a person.”

Though the timing was coincidental, he had no intention of hesitating any longer.

“Father.”

“My son.”

The two called to each other simultaneously.

“Please speak first.”

“…Your ambition, shouldn’t you stop it here?”

“Father.”

“Emil came to see me. Your younger brother. He informed me of the situation. What you’re plotting, and that if things go wrong, it could lead to extremes.”

“…He wasn’t like that originally, but he’s become quite annoying. Did he at least prepare a cord or something?”

“Remal. That’s not what’s important.”

Alter tried to make Remal understand.

“If you stop here, there’s at least room for negotiation. The Imperial Family itself hasn’t officially confirmed that it was your doing yet. Rather, Prince Dietrich is moving on his own.”

“So what?”

“Stop here.”

“Then nothing will happen. Rather, wouldn’t that be taking a loss?”

“Remal!”

“Father, you created this situation and now you’re telling me to stop? What comes next? What am I supposed to do now?”

“The family more….”

“Exactly.”

Crack.

Remal tightened his grip on the wand.

“It’s because of that precious noble family that I’ve lived like this until now!”

Anger surged.

Anger toward his father.

Anger toward his own life that had only looked at one thing until now.

However, Alter only looked at his son with pitiful eyes.

“…Yes, it’s my fault. But I need to set things right from now on.”

“Are you going to stop me? Now? When you’re an accomplice too, Father.”

“Yes. I’ve lived my whole life in regret anyway. It wouldn’t be bad to pay for my sins.”

It was when Alter raised his hand.

“Cough.”

The mana he was drawing up settled down and instead flowed backward.

Remal expressionlessly grabbed his father’s hand and pulled it down.

“Father, you’ve really grown old.”

“You, you don’t tell me…”

“Yes. It’s a magical tool that you made yourself, Father.”

In Remal’s hand was a mana backflow device.

The moment it’s activated, it disrupts a specific target’s mana.

It probably wouldn’t have worked on Alter Siren in his prime.

It was a magical tool he had made himself, and his skills had surpassed the early 5th Circle and were approaching the 6th Circle.

“You’ve grown senile, Father.”

“Cough… Cough…”

Alter coughed up blood.

There was no sympathy in Remal’s eyes as he watched.

“I’ll call a servant. Healing will take quite some time. Please rest for a while.”

Remal put Alter to sleep with his magic and then called a servant.

“Young Master Remal, you called… Gasp, Family Head.”

“Take him to his room. He fainted while using magic.”

“…”

The servant trembled in fear and couldn’t ask anything.

Remal’s unusually calm demeanor, the family head collapsed while coughing up blood, everything was strange, but….

“And conduct yourself well.”

He could only nod frantically.

After the servant left, Remal felt an inexplicable sense of liberation.

Was it because he had crossed the line?

Or was it because he had reached a point of no return?

“Shall we begin?”

Remal immediately left his room and headed to the annex building of Siren Mansion.

In the underground of that annex building.

In a place that required breaking through several layers of magical security-

“My shadows.”

There were assassins he had stolen from Black Sky.

“Move according to orders. Those who interfere… kill them all. However, do not resist our Siren mages.”

There were two targets.

Amos Kundel.

Daren Rihart.

A total of 17 assassins simultaneously set out to assassinate the two targets.

Tonight.

The world would change.

When tomorrow morning comes….

‘Everything will be different.’

The mages he had prepared in advance totaled 50.

They were all those who shared his vision.

These mages would also participate in the coming era of Siren.

To maintain security, only a few among the 50 knew exactly what was happening.

Most would have to deal with the assassins without knowing why.

“Move now.”

The assassins simultaneously left the annex underground and headed outside Siren Mansion.

The remaining three stayed by Remal’s side.

Every plan was perfect.

The Family Heads who know nothing.

Tomorrow, the Grand Lord family will fall.

However.

“Just as he said. Indeed. The Assassins are moving. Signal immediately.”

“Yes, Sir Relio.”

Near the Siren Mansion.

Relio, who had been in Stealth, clearly confirmed the shadows flying out of the Siren Mansion.

About 3 hours ago.

Dietrich had met that unknown Man.

The Man who had saved his life.

It was just as The Man had said.

‘How can he predict so accurately?’

The Man had said that tonight would be the best night to move.

To think the Assassins would actually move like this, just as he said.

Relio had an Intuition.

Tonight.

The Siren Family would fall.

It was the beginning of the eve festival.

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