On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 175

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 175

 

Special Guest, Special Proposal (3)

 

The First Years were summoned to the auditorium.

 

Though they were called in on a day without classes, the First Years’ expressions were very bright.

 

“It’s probably about settling the Praise Cards, right? But does anyone still know what they give you for collecting them?”

 

“No one’s collected 5 cards yet. And they said they’d settle it after everything’s over.”

 

“What on earth is the teacher planning to give us…?”

 

The lingering excitement of the festa.

 

And the promised rewards!

 

The festa was over, but the students’ joy continued.

 

However.

 

There was also a side where a cold atmosphere flowed.

 

“Did you see earlier? When those two came in, everyone around them just split apart.”

 

“I couldn’t even talk to them…”

 

Delev.

 

Celia.

 

The champion and runner-up of this festa’s swordsmanship tournament 1st Year Division.

 

Celia had lost by almost a paper-thin margin, and while she accepted the fact, she seemed to be in a bad mood, perhaps still feeling bitter about it.

 

Of course, Delev wasn’t in a good mood either.

 

‘I thought I could overwhelm her completely.’

 

It was shocking.

 

He had incorporated Swift Swordsmanship into his Heavy Sword Technique.

 

During the festa, when he met his father Amos, he was told that his swordsmanship had advanced much further than during the vacation.

 

Because of that, his confidence was overflowing.

 

But he had won by a truly narrow margin.

 

It was such an intense close battle that it wouldn’t have been strange if he had lost!

 

“Delev, but the atmosphere looks really bad…”

 

Kus, reading his mood, asked cautiously, but Delev sighed.

 

“I didn’t know it would turn out like this either. I really thought I’d win properly this time…”

 

Celia, who had a similar atmosphere, wasn’t acting this way just from the shock of defeat either.

 

‘I definitely could have won. I thought I would win… but I lost.’

 

The finals had been an even match where it wouldn’t have been strange for either to win.

 

In the midst of that, it was Delev who seized the opportunity for victory, and Celia was blaming herself as she mulled over each move.

 

‘If only I had angled my sword just a little more back then…’

 

But what was more frustrating was that despite losing, she couldn’t really understand the decisive reason for her defeat.

 

While there are no “what ifs” in competition, the reasons she could think of weren’t completely convincing.

 

“Damn. Yurio, I thought you’d make it to the finals.”

 

“Karen, shh. Be quiet. Right now only those two have a bad atmosphere.”

 

“Ah, is that so.”

 

Yurio, who despite not making it to the finals, had achieved reasonably satisfactory results.

 

While there might be some regret, he had accepted it to some degree.

 

Celia, whom he faced in the semifinals, was strong.

 

Especially, she showed a clear difference in physical strength.

 

In swordsmanship, physical strength is fundamental and it’s not an exaggeration to say it determines almost everything.

 

While his talent was no less than hers, Yurio’s physical strength had only begun to build up after meeting Ziel.

 

That difference had determined victory and defeat.

 

“That guy still has no sense of the situation.”

 

“Who?”

 

“Who else could it be.”

 

When he turned his gaze toward where Karen was pointing, he could see that very guy.

 

“Hmm! Delev, why are you sitting there so gloomily? You should be happy since you won! Haha! You beat me and made it up there!”

 

“…”

 

“Huh? Are you sick somewhere?”

 

It was Quantus.

 

Just when Delev was sighing, the savior of this situation appeared.

 

“Everyone’s gathered.”

 

It was Ziel.

 

“Teacher!”

 

Seeing Ziel, Celia’s expression brightened considerably.

 

Celia hurriedly ran over and asked.

 

“You watched our finals, right?”

 

“I did.”

 

“How was it!”

 

“Student Delev Kundel won.”

 

“…Not that! Your impression, your impression!”

 

“You did well. Both of you improved a lot.”

 

“Can’t you just tell me your impression about me?”

 

Did Celia’s earnestness get through to him?

 

“My impression about you alone, Student Celia Rihart.”

 

Ziel spoke without hesitation.

 

“You’ve improved from before, but you lacked the technique to move one step ahead of your opponent.”

 

“Ugh…”

 

“Your Swift Swordsmanship became much faster, but you only focused on attacking. When facing an opponent like Student Delev Kundel whose individual attacks are strong, focus a bit more on your opponent’s attacks and engage in battle.”

 

Celia looked like she had realized something.

 

“Ah… So that’s why…”

 

“You lost because you didn’t do that.”

 

“…I think I understand now.”

 

Being criticized didn’t matter anymore.

 

Knowing the reason was what mattered.

 

The truth was, she couldn’t accept the defeat itself because she hadn’t properly understood the reason for her loss.

 

“Win next time, Student Celia Rihart.”

 

“Yes!”

 

Ziel was indeed a problem solver.

 

“But you did well. Your swordsmanship has improved significantly. Keep working hard and growing like this.”

 

“…Yes!”

 

And he was also a teacher who knew how to provide appropriate motivation.

 

Celia quickly became excited!

 

“Your expression looks good again, Celia?”

 

“Of course. I lost but… at least now I know the reason.”

 

“Ah. So it was because of the reason?”

 

When Ann asked with wide eyes, Celia nodded enthusiastically.

 

“Of course. I kept feeling frustrated even after losing. Hah. Now I can finally breathe.”

 

“That’s a relief. I was worried because you looked upset.”

 

“I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?!”

 

“A little?”

 

“…”

 

“I’m kidding. It’s fine. It’s not like this is the first or second time you two have done this.”

 

Celia glanced toward Delev and whispered.

 

“Next time, I’m going to win. Absolutely.”

 

“You sound confident?”

 

“Not just one-on-one, but there’s something else too.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Celia recalled what she had heard from her father just yesterday.

 

Namely, that the Rihart Knights would be invited for the First Years’ ‘special class’ right after the festa!

 

‘Celia, remember this. Our Knight Order will achieve better results than those Kundel bastards!’

 

This time it would truly be a battle of pride between Noble Family and Noble Family!

 

“Ann. Remember this.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You’re absolutely on my side.”

 

“What are you talking about…?”

 

“While you’re at it, win over Quantus too. You’ll find out soon.”

 

Ann tilted her head in confusion.

 

“This is harder to understand than what Quantus says.”

 

“That’s an insult, right?”

 

“Oops.”

 

Just then, Ziel looked around at the students once and finally opened his mouth.

 

“The festa is over. We First Years received the highest evaluation in the grade-level assessment.”

 

“Wow!”

 

“I knew it! Our performance was the best!”

 

“Amazing. So we beat all the seniors?”

 

Even more joyful news was delivered to the excited students.

 

“Overall, our Sword School beat Arcane School.”

 

“That’s right!”

 

“Of course! The number of spectators was completely different!”

 

Festa.

 

At the beginning of this semester, they had no particular interest in it.

 

However, as they prepared for the festa and practiced for the performance, expectations began to grow.

 

Maybe they could win this time.

 

Maybe this time would be different.

 

The unexpected joining of Mortis, Emerick’s assistance, and Ziel’s guidance combined to create explosive expectations!

 

And so, the results they finally received were incredibly sweet.

 

“Teacher, you’re happy too!”

 

“Yes. I’m happy.”

 

Even Teacher Ziel, who rarely showed his emotions, was happy!

 

However, Ziel added one more thing.

 

“Beating Arcane School was also a goal, but that’s not what makes me happy.”

 

“Huh? Then what is it?”

 

Ziel answered Karen’s question from the front.

 

“I’m happy that you all finished the performance well. If that hadn’t happened, the results of this festa would have been different.”

 

“…!”

 

Ziel spoke with conviction.

 

The First Years’ performance was the decisive reason for their victory against Arcane School!

 

“You are the ones who achieved these results.”

 

“Teacher…”

 

“Of course, I did teach you well.”

 

“…”

 

“Even so, you were the ones who performed. And Gilbert too.”

 

Gilbert also felt proud.

 

It felt like the first time I had properly fulfilled my role since being appointed as a Teaching Assistant this semester.

 

At first, I thought it was just a simple disguise identity, but now I’ve come to enjoy this role.

 

The students are cute too.

 

“So now I’m going to give you the promised reward.”

 

My heart was pounding.

 

Ziel opened the bag he had prepared in advance and took out the Praise Cards.

 

“First, one card for everyone.”

 

One Praise Card awarded as a basic reward just for participating in practice and working hard.

 

On top of this, students who did well would receive 3 additional cards.

 

“From now on, students whose names I call should come forward to receive 3 additional cards.”

 

The first name called was surprisingly Maris.

 

“Me, me?”

 

“That’s right, you. Hurry up and come out.”

 

Maris was also a top-tier student in her own right.

 

But it seemed even she didn’t expect her name to be called before Delev and Celia.

 

“Next is Student Ann Peshwa.”

 

The roll call continued.

 

It was a thoroughly reasonable list.

 

Quantus, Ellie, and Lydia.

 

Delev and Celia’s names weren’t left out either.

 

“Student Yurio Harmatan.”

 

“Student Karen Aswan.”

 

The roll call continued.

 

As it already exceeded 20 names, the students began to sense something strange.

 

“I get one too? I was never praised even once during practice…”

 

One by one, more students received their cards with somewhat bewildered expressions.

 

Generally students who hadn’t received any special praise during practice.

 

And so, when the number of called students exceeded 50.

 

‘Could it be…?’

 

‘No way, really?’

 

The students thought of one possibility.

 

And their prediction was correct.

 

“That concludes the additional awarding to 100 students.”

 

“…Teacher, is this real? All of us… we’re all receiving them?”

 

When Karen asked in a daze, Ziel nodded.

 

“Yes. All 100 of you stood out.”

 

“…!”

 

“The condition I set was to give 3 cards to students who particularly stood out. I simply awarded additional cards according to that condition.”

 

A wave of overwhelming emotion!

 

‘Teacher has that side to him too…?’

 

I thought he only went by the book.

 

But for Ziel, this was by the book.

 

Since he had set the condition with the intention of giving them to everyone from the start.

 

Ziel explained his reason for deciding to award 3 Praise Cards to everyone.

 

“This performance wasn’t created by one person’s effort alone, and the content of the performance wasn’t such that any particular individual stood out.”

 

There was Gilbert’s Solo Sword Dance, but Gilbert was a Teaching Assistant, not a student.

 

“This performance would never have been completed if even a single person had been missing. The performance content was also excellent. Therefore, I decided to award Praise Cards to all of you.”

 

The students were convinced too.

 

“Now that I think about it, it would feel a bit awkward if some got them and others didn’t.”

 

“We got fooled again…”

 

“But it feels good, doesn’t it?”

 

This performance wasn’t a competition between students.

 

It was an event they had prepared focusing solely on the purpose of performance!

 

So it was a result they could fully accept.

 

But at this point, they became curious.

 

“Teacher! I’ve collected more than 5 Praise Cards now, and you said you’d give us something when we collect 5.”

 

“I told you before that I would explain it near the end of the semester, Student Ann Peshwa.”

 

“…It’s not working, Celia.”

 

“I told you it wouldn’t work.”

 

Ziel would immediately put up an iron wall whenever there seemed to be a chance to dig deeper and approach him!

 

It seemed like solving the mystery about the praise cards would have to be postponed for a while.

 

“Oh, and. Gilbert.”

 

“Yes, Boss. I’ll prepare it right away.”

 

But what Ziel had prepared wasn’t over yet.

 

Gilbert, who had gone out briefly and returned, came back pushing a cart.

 

“Come on, everyone take one on your way out.”

 

“What is this, Teaching Assistant?”

 

“Special snack packages that Teacher Ziel prepared!”

 

“Wow!”

 

“Amazing, really?”

 

“I was hungry!”

 

The First Years were excited about the unexpected gifts.

 

‘Maybe it’s because they’re still kids, but they really love this kind of thing.’

 

Gilbert was surprised by their more joyful reaction than expected, and Ziel felt proud.

 

“I carefully selected only the tastiest ones I’ve tried so far.”

 

The quantity was enormous too.

 

Karen picked up one package and muttered in surprise at its weight.

 

“…This could last a year?”

 

Ziel was serious about snacks.

 

Ziel’s goal was to experience all the flavors in the world!

 

In that sense, snacks were no different from heavenly food that offered diverse flavors.

 

“You can eat them now.”

 

“Oh!”

 

“Eat while you listen. From now on, I’m going to talk to you about end-of-semester class announcements and next year’s classes.”

 

The First Years’ eyes changed.

 

Actually, there had been talk circulating among the First Years recently.

 

The worry that if they went straight to 2nd Year, they wouldn’t be able to take Teacher Ziel’s classes anymore!

 

A natural worry for students who hadn’t yet received notice of the academic system changes.

 

“I will be in charge of you until you graduate.”

 

“…What?”

 

But they hadn’t thought of this.

 

“A new academic system will be implemented starting next year. Once you’re assigned to a grade level, you stay with them until graduation.”

 

“…”

 

The First Years froze.

 

Thud.

 

There was even a student who dropped the snacks they were about to put in their mouth.

 

“Um… Teacher. Then until 6th Year… you’re saying you’ll be in charge of us the whole time?”

 

Ann asked in a trembling voice.

 

Ziel nodded straightforwardly.

 

“That’s right.”

 

“…”

 

They had hoped to take Ziel’s classes again.

 

But…

 

They hadn’t hoped for all their classes to be filled only with Ziel’s classes.

 

Strict!

 

Rigorous!

 

Having to work themselves to death!

 

One or two classes like that would have been fine.

 

But if they had to take only Ziel’s classes from now on…

 

‘We’re dead…’

 

‘Really until graduation… there’s no rest?’

 

Before the afterglow of the festa had even faded.

 

“I’ll be in charge of all 2nd Year major courses, and some of the general education classes for 1st and 2nd Years.”

 

This feeling of their future looking bleak!

 

On top of that, Ziel even said this.

 

“So I’ve set a new goal.”

 

There’s something that always happens whenever the word ‘goal’ comes out of Ziel’s mouth.

 

He always achieves his goals.

 

The problem is—

 

The process is very, very painful and difficult.

 

What kind of goal would it be this time?

 

Maris raised her hand and asked cautiously.

 

“Teacher, what kind of goal is it…?”

 

Ziel delivered another shock.

 

“I’ll make sure all of you meet the conditions for upper Walker rank before your 2nd Year ends.”

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