On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 226

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 226

The Beginning of the New Semester (2)

Though course registration had ended, Department Head Berhal was wracking his brain over this unheard-of curriculum that Ziel had submitted.

“Is this even possible…?”

It was always the same worry.

Ziel always proposed something outrageous.

He would worry whether it was even possible.

And then Ziel would pull it off as if to prove him wrong.

He should be used to it by now, should be able to nod without worry, but the problem was that Ziel presented something newly outrageous every single time!

Knock knock.

“Department Head Berhal Abue, this is Ziel Steelheart.”

“Ah, please come in.”

Just then, Ziel, whom he had been waiting for, entered.

“Please have a seat, Teacher.”

“Yes.”

“Hmm. Would you like some tea?”

“Yes, that sounds good.”

Pour.

As soon as the tea was served, Ziel downed it in one gulp.

“…”

Glug glug glug.

Gulp!

The tea cup was emptied in one go again.

“…”

Berhal patiently poured more tea.

And after about 10 cups had been emptied, Ziel nodded.

“It tastes good.”

“…You really like tea.”

“I like complex flavors.”

The more he looked at him, the more fascinating this person was.

“Ahem, the reason I called you here is… I’m a bit worried.”

“About the tea expenses?”

“That too… No! That’s not it. I mean the curriculum.”

“Ah, yes.”

Berhal finally brought up the doubt he shouldn’t have at this point.

“You spoke with such confidence that I approved it, but…”

There were a total of 3 majors for this year’s second years.

And Ziel was teaching all 3 of them.

But this time, unlike last semester, there was no course registration ‘war.’

“Will you be alright handling all the majors for second years while setting the enrollment capacity for all those majors at 100 students?”

That was because the major course enrollment matched exactly 100 students, the number of students in the current grade!

“Yes.”

“Even for Teacher Ziel, teaching 100 students simultaneously would be difficult.”

“It’s possible. And it’s more efficient that way.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to split the same class into two?”

“There’s no problem. Teaching all at once is efficient, and the students’ growth will be uniform as well. The skill gap among current second years is widening. Therefore, I think it’s important to provide the same education in the same environment for everyone.”

Berhal sighed at those logical and calm words.

If it had been another teacher, it might have been different.

But since Ziel was saying this, he had nothing to counter with.

“I don’t understand why you’re concerned. Besides me, there’s one Teaching Assistant to help with classes, and this time we even hired an Assistant Lecturer.”

An unprecedented hiring of an Assistant Lecturer.

It was an additional hire that would have been impossible if it weren’t for Ziel.

But even so, teaching 100 students simultaneously in practical classes, not theory, was no easy task.

‘Their concentration would drop significantly too.’

Since course registration was already finished and the curriculum was set, asking these questions now was actually rather meaningless.

“I understand, Teacher Ziel. I asked again out of excessive concern. Is there anything you need?”

“Nothing. I’ve re-leased the same quantity of magic dolls from the Magic Department, and arranged to borrow several more types of magical tools as well.”

“…How?”

“They just lent them to me.”

“Ah, I see.”

This time it was much more understandable.

The Magic Department had Professor Emeric, who was close to Ziel, occupying a position of real power.

“You had it all planned out, Teacher Ziel.”

“I never execute anything without a plan.”

“Ah.”

It seemed he could put his excessive concerns to rest now.

In fact, with things already decided, what could he do, but he had planned to find a way if Ziel showed any weakness…

‘Can I look forward to this semester too?’

It seemed like this semester would also be handled brilliantly.

The swordsmanship tournament.

The exchange matches.

And even the practical training.

“Oh, and please take good care of Professor Allix.”

“You mean the professor in charge of the first years?”

“Yes, he seems to admire Teacher Ziel.”

“Is that so.”

“It will probably be a good relationship. From what I saw, he seems intent on putting the first years through rigorous training.”

Ziel asked.

“May I take a look at the curriculum?”

“For the first years? Just a moment.”

Ziel received the curriculum documents from Berhal and quickly skimmed through them.

And in less than three minutes, he reached a conclusion.

“If this curriculum continues as is, there’s a high probability that many first years will drop out.”

“What? Even if it’s demanding, I don’t think it’s that severe…”

“Instead of short-term growth goals, only long-term growth goals for the end of the semester exist. While medium to long-term goals are important, what’s more crucial is presenting short-term goals to the students right in front of you.”

Hearing those words and recalling Ziel’s curriculum, that was certainly the case.

‘Short-term goals…’

Ziel’s curriculum had goals for each class.

But Allix’s curriculum didn’t have anything like that.

He recalled how confidently Allix had presented his curriculum.

‘The first years will surely be called that, just like the second years who are called the golden generation.’

Ziel’s criticism didn’t stop there.

“Furthermore, these curricula don’t consider rest and recovery. Unless all the first-year students possess muscles and physical strength at the level of last year’s student Quantus Hofel, there will be physical problems along the way.”

“Hmm… So you’re saying it needs to be revised.”

“Without short-term goals, proper rest, and recovery periods, the students will drop out.”

At Ziel’s assertion, Berhal nodded for now.

“Understood, I’ll speak to Professor Allix about it.”

“Yes.”

Thus the brief meeting concluded.

After Ziel left, Berhal pondered for a moment, then recalled last year’s first-year curriculum and found the documents.

“…No matter how I look at it, this one is more demanding.”

While there were short-term goals, no matter how he looked at it, Ziel’s curriculum seemed more rigorous in terms of intensity.

Even accounting for rest and recovery.

‘Just how does Teacher Ziel teach? Is it because the students follow well? It doesn’t seem like that’s the issue…’

Berhal summoned Allix.

“You called for me, senior.”

“Professor Allix, please sit.”

“Please feel free to speak more casually. For such a distinguished senior to speak so formally to me…”

“This is the Academy. I am the department head who must respect the professors. I speak this way to all the other professors, so please don’t mind it.”

“Thank you for your words, Department Head. But what did you call me for…”

“It’s about the curriculum.”

Berhal mentioned the points that Ziel had criticized.

“…So, I’m conveying this opinion about the curriculum.”

“Hmm.”

He was enthusiastic and being an execution knight of the Imperial Knights, convincing him surely wouldn’t be easy…

“That makes sense. Then I’ll provide short-term goals and sufficient rest as Teacher Ziel suggested.”

“You’re accepting it right away?”

“It’s not just anyone’s opinion, but Teacher Ziel’s.”

To think he would understand and revise it so quickly.

Berhal was a little surprised.

‘Just how much does he respect Teacher Ziel?’

“The knight order camp that took place during vacation, honestly speaking, I was a bit displeased at first.”

“Displeased?”

“Because Teacher Ziel had provided us with a curriculum. Knight order camps clearly have their own curricula, but it felt like that was being ignored.”

“…”

“But when I applied it under Captain Benjamin’s orders, I understood. How meticulously it was crafted.”

Allix clenched his fist tightly.

“The assessment of the students’ current state was accurate, and the growth goals seemed demanding but by the end of the camp, everyone achieved them and some students even exceeded them. The rest and recovery provided in between was particularly impressive.”

“In what way?”

“He let them recover just enough not to die.”

“…”

“The training was also designed to push them just to the point of not dying, at a level they could somehow overcome.”

“Oh…”

“So I realized. Teacher Ziel Steelheart is truly a genius, I thought. And there’s one more thing.”

“What is it?”

“During the training period, he suggested ‘restriction therapy,’ and it worked perfectly.”

“What did you restrict…?”

“Snacks. To be precise, sweet desserts.”

A story that would have made the students furious and feel betrayed if they had heard it!

“When I restricted that, everyone burned with determination to complete the camp and go outside to buy sweets.”

“Hmm…”

“Anyway, it seems I was overly enthusiastic and created a somewhat excessive curriculum, so I’ll revise it well according to Teacher Ziel’s opinion.”

Berhal was rather flustered by such a readily agreeable acceptance and modification.

‘I thought he would refuse and such.’

For an execution knight of the Imperial Knights to have such an attitude.

Just how much respect does Teacher Ziel command!

“I’m looking forward to it, first year.”

“I’ll exceed your expectations, Senior. No, Department Head.”

A smile formed on Berhal’s lips.

The next day.

Finally, the first day of the semester.

The second years gathered in the familiar auditorium with long-awaited excitement.

There was no course registration war.

No need to spend the night in front of the Student Affairs Office, no need to worry anxiously about not being able to take Teacher Ziel’s class.

“I’m so excited. Really, what should I do?”

“They say you get stronger just by taking the teacher’s class!”

“I’m really jealous of those who took the liberal arts class in their first year, first semester…”

The second years who had taken relatively fewer of Ziel’s classes last year were excited.

100 students in total.

And 100 students per major class.

Not a single person was left out as they all registered, allowing everyone to equally enjoy that happiness!

“You’re going to enter the swordsmanship tournament, right?”

“Of course! If I learn from the teacher for even two months before entering, wouldn’t I somehow make it to the finals?”

“What will happen with the exchange match this time?”

“I heard a bit about the practical training, and they say we’re not going to the forest this time?”

Second years chattering with anticipation.

On the other hand.

‘How much more will he work us?’

‘They say we’ll be worked to death until graduation.’

The students who had been to the camp were already sighing at the future that lay ahead.

They had heard the news.

That all the curriculum presented at the knight order camp was the curriculum proposed by Teacher Ziel.

“He’ll definitely work us to death this year too.”

“Probably. But we won’t die. We’ll go right up to the brink of death though.”

“Ah. I’m scared. With the swordsmanship tournament too, how much will he work us…”

While everyone was trembling, only Quantus was energetic.

“Did you all see my article? Huh? They say a follow-up article came out yesterday! Hahaha! Model!”

“Ann, isn’t there a way to shut his mouth?”

“I don’t know anymore either. Ah, why did Lord Mortis choose a model of all things…”

Meanwhile, some students were nervous rather than chattering.

The magic dolls now openly placed in the auditorium.

They recalled the hellish classes from last semester when they faced the magic dolls.

‘What kind of class will this be?’

“Oh, it’s the teacher.”

“Teacher Ziel!”

Finally, Ziel entered the auditorium.

One familiar face.

And together with one unfamiliar face.

“Huh. There’s one more person.”

“Who is it? A transfer student?”

“…No matter how you look at it, he doesn’t look like transfer student age?”

A timid and inefficient man.

It was Kelvin.

Of course, he didn’t look that way at all to the students’ eyes.

Especially Delev and Celia, who had already experienced him, trembled.

‘He was a monster.’

‘His body was like a rock…’

The two suffered from trauma, recalling the terrible 24-hour continuous training!

“Everyone’s gathered.”

Ziel opened the class with a calm remark.

“Before starting the first class of the second semester, I’ll introduce the assistant lecturer who will help with the class. This is Kelvin. Kelvin, say hello.”

“…”

A full 100 students!

In front of them, Kelvin searched and searched for words to say, and only after a long while did he open his mouth.

“I’ll, I’ll reform you!”

“…”

Gilbert sighed as if his head was throbbing.

‘Th-this isn’t right, is it?’

Kelvin was flustered.

The problem was that it didn’t show on his expression.

“It seems like Teacher Ziel brought some weird person…”

“But I know the name Kelvin. Isn’t he a famous mercenary from the Western Region?”

“Ah, the one who carries around that incredibly big sword…!”

Fear spreading among the students in an instant!

‘So that’s what he meant by remodeling us!’

The students understood it as him planning to remodel them by working them to death.

Meanwhile, as soon as Kelvin finished speaking, Ziel stepped forward and got straight to the point.

“You will be taking three major classes this semester. I’ll explain the first major class for today, ‘Unlimited Training.'”

A class with an utterly terrifying name!

“Gilbert. Show them what we prepared.”

“Yes, Boss.”

And Ziel finally showed them the bracelets he had brought from Black Sky’s Western Branch and asked Emerick to mass-produce.

“Mana suppression bracelets. You will live wearing these bracelets for the next two months.”

“Mana suppression… bracelets?”

“Bracelets that completely suppress mana.”

The students remembered.

First year, first semester.

The terror of the Long Distance Running class where they ran wearing sandbags without using mana.

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