On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 236
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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 236
Toward the Swordsmanship Tournament (2)
Emeric was horrified.
“Then it’ll explode! The magic doll won’t be able to handle it.”
“Is that so.”
“Yes! Absolutely. The magic stone definitely won’t be able to withstand that level of ultra-high output.”
10 was certainly powerful, but he had never even considered anything beyond that.
15, or even 20 he could understand, but a whopping 40?
‘Are you in your right mind?’
No, Emeric had never even imagined a magic doll with an output value of 40.
Could such a magic doll even exist in this world?
By simple calculation, it would be 4 times faster and produce 4 times stronger force than a magic doll with output 10. Creating such a magic doll would be impossible, and even if it were created, the Imperial Palace would probably confiscate it.
Because it would be an incredibly dangerous object!
“You said the magic stone couldn’t handle it.”
That’s when Ziel handed him something.
It was a supreme grade magic stone.
“This is…”
“Yes. It’s the item I sold to Professor Emeric Kent.”
“Huh.”
Emeric was dumbfounded.
He was going to put this ridiculously expensive and precious supreme grade magic stone into this inefficient magic doll?
“Are you serious, Teacher Ziel?”
“Is there a reason for me to lie?”
Emeric was speechless at his expression as he asked back as if he truly didn’t understand.
“Why would you put this here…”
“If I substitute this, I can increase the output more, right?”
“That’s true, but…”
“Then please do so.”
“This is too precious, couldn’t you just sell it to me instead?”
“Then is there another way to increase the output?”
“…”
There wasn’t.
The magic stone embedded in the central axis provides power to the magic doll.
The quality and output of the magic doll are determined by the grade of the magic stone, so naturally the output would increase too.
That was the problem.
No matter how much you reinforced the magic doll’s joints and covered its body with something harder, the only way to increase output was through magic stones.
“There isn’t…”
“Then please do so.”
Ziel calmly handed over the magic stone.
There was no choice.
‘It’s not mine anyway, so whatever.’
The sad characteristic of mages whose eyes go wild at the sight of magic stones!
He hesitated during the magic stone replacement work as if he found it regrettable, but soon made up his mind.
“Understood. But the 40 you mentioned will be difficult.”
“Then please set it to the highest possible output.”
‘Honestly, I am curious though? With a magic stone of this purity and grade… maybe it could reach around 20?’
The 40 that Ziel mentioned was impossible no matter how he thought about it.
It wasn’t that there was no method, but that would require creating the magic doll from scratch.
Click.
The magic stone replacement work didn’t take very long.
Following that, Emeric adjusted the output.
“First, I’ll start with 20, Teacher. After 20, I’ll adjust it little by little and raise it to a safe level.”
“Yes.”
Clunk.
The moment the magic doll was activated, Emeric quickly stepped back.
Having studied magic dolls at one time, he knew well how powerful and frightening they could be depending on their output.
In the case of 10, it becomes a powerful existence that even high-level Grand Knights must approach with tension.
If only the manufacturing cost, maintenance fees, and linear movement could be resolved somehow, he thought conquering the world with magic dolls wouldn’t be impossible.
‘I can’t imagine what 20 would be like.’
Just as he had that thought.
Whoosh!
The magic doll shot out like an arrow, creating a sonic boom.
“…!”
The moment Emeric was shocked.
Clang!
Ziel blocked that charge.
With one hand.
Very easily.
“Slow.”
And after throwing out that brief comment, he instantly turned around and stopped the magic doll’s operation.
“Professor Emeric Kent. You’ll need to raise it higher.”
“….”
How did he block that attack?
No matter how linear the movement, once that speed exceeds a certain level, responding becomes impossible.
Emeric was a mage, but he knew that much ‘common sense’.
‘That’s right….’
But Ziel was always someone who transcended common sense.
In every aspect.
So a situation like this wasn’t strange at all.
It was just that his instincts and common sense couldn’t understand it.
“I-I’ll set it to output 25.”
New common sense was being established in Emeric’s mind.
Clang!
Ziel’s skill was beyond imagination, and its limits couldn’t even be measured.
And the common sense that there are people in this world who can block attacks from an output 25 magic doll without even changing their expression.
‘Now that I look at it, he’s not even moving his feet?’
Ziel, who blocked the attacks much the same as before, didn’t even move his feet.
“I can’t even see it….”
How many sword strikes were delivered in one second?
The magic doll’s attacks alone were over 3 times per second!
Clang clang clang!
Emeric, who had been staring blankly at that tremendous speed and Ziel blocking it all, suddenly realized.
“Teacher, I’ll stop it!”
The magic doll had overheated and its joints were glowing red hot.
It meant that from moving too fast, friction occurred and it couldn’t withstand it.
Click.
When the magic doll stopped operating, Ziel let out a brief comment.
“Still slow.”
Output 25.
In terms of pure strength and speed, it should be compared not to master-level but to high-grade magic beasts.
Of course, it couldn’t last long.
Like how the joints just heated up, it would have completely broken down before long.
But Ziel showed overwhelming defense against such a magic doll, far from being pushed back.
Emeric was a novice in swordsmanship, but he knew well enough how incredible this was.
“Teacher… exactly what level are you at?”
Ziel pondered and answered honestly.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? Just looking at it, it’s an incredible level….”
“That’s why I don’t know.”
“Ah.”
“I haven’t met anyone who surpasses me yet.”
If someone else had said that, he would have thought it quite arrogant, but when Ziel said it, it sounded different somehow.
‘Could it be true?’
There are countless strong people in the world.
The current Emperor who reached master-level with an emperor’s body.
The heads of Kundel and Rihart families that Ziel knew well.
And even Sir Zigmund, the dean of Telvir Academy, whose participation in this swordsmanship tournament was confirmed.
Could Teacher Ziel be someone who surpasses all the fewer than 10 master-level individuals in the Valdrain Empire?
‘No. That’s impossible. How could such a person….’
He could acknowledge other things, but he couldn’t bring himself to accept that fact.
No matter how much he tried to understand, it was completely denying common sense!
“Is anything higher than this difficult?”
“Yes, probably at output 30… the magic doll would collapse the moment it moves.”
“I understand. Then please lower it back to 20. How long would that last?”
“Probably 30 minutes of operation without problems.”
“Yes. Please do that.”
And for the next 30 minutes, Emeric regretted it a little.
‘Should I have learned something about swordsmanship?’
If he had, couldn’t he be more moved by this current situation?
It was already a sufficiently moving situation, but if he had known even a little more about swordsmanship….
He felt like he would shed tears of emotion.
Just by looking, Ziel’s swordsmanship was very diverse.
Sometimes fast.
Sometimes heavy.
Sometimes elegant.
And sometimes-
Clang!
Sharp.
Magic dolls are inanimate objects.
They are ‘things’ that perform pre-programmed movements stored in magic stones according to situations provided by magic circuits.
But this magic doll seemed to be flustered.
Following successive defenses with counterattacks and offensives, sometimes it couldn’t respond and got tangled up, even falling over!
It wasn’t because the output was 20.
Ziel’s attacks were so high-dimensional that the magic doll couldn’t respond to them.
“How on earth is such a person…?”
At this point, Emeric had the same question as everyone else.
Why is such a person at the Academy?
He has the skill to take the position of captain of any knight order right now without it being strange.
He has solid connections, and there are widespread rumors that the Imperial Palace backs him, yet he’s here…
‘Could he be carrying out some terrifying mission I can’t even imagine?’
Emeric’s thoughts stopped there and couldn’t proceed further.
“I’ll finish up now.”
Ziel stopped the operation on his own and nodded with satisfaction.
‘There’s no problem with the harmony of swordsmanship. No one would recognize it.’
Only Emeric had seen it.
But there was no worry.
Recognizing someone through swordsmanship alone is only possible for those who have learned swordsmanship.
“Thank you for your help, Professor Emeric Kent.”
“Not at all. I got to see something incredible myself. Ha, so swordsmanship… when it reaches its peak, it can look this artistic.”
If I had known this would happen, I should have brought Lord Mortis.
If he had seen it, he probably would have shed tears of emotion while sketching enthusiastically.
I heard that his new collection with Ziel and Quantus as models is selling out completely.
The waiting list for reservations alone is a full year.
Again, that’s just a year wait to make a ‘reservation’.
Actually receiving the collection could take even longer!
“So this is why students follow you unconditionally and those high-ranking people try to scout you…”
Ziel tilted his head.
“Professor Emeric Kent is the first person I’ve shown swordsmanship at this level to.”
“Really? Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“…”
He really was a man beyond common sense.
“Anyway… I’ll start the inspection.”
Emeric approached the magic doll with a dazed expression.
He felt like he must be dreaming today.
The swordsmanship competition was approaching.
Two weeks left.
Finally, the day they had been waiting for.
The day to remove the mana suppression bracelets.
“Whew. I’m nervous.”
“How much stronger have we gotten?”
“Has our mana increased a lot? Since we trained our bodies without mana.”
“I think he said it’s more about the body’s activity level when accepting mana rather than the total amount of mana.”
The speculation varied, but their expectation was one thing.
Getting stronger!
Ziel had set a goal to have everyone reach upper Walker level this year.
Among them, some students had already reached Walker rank, while others hadn’t.
Actually, the latter was the majority.
Unless they were exceptionally talented students, most reached Walker rank in their third year, or late fourth year at the latest.
Reaching Walker rank around second year was enough to be called talented.
Anyway, the students waited obediently for Ziel, and when he finally entered, their eyes sparkled.
“Everyone’s here. From today, we’ll remove the mana suppression bracelets and train for the remaining period.”
“Yahoo!”
“Finally!”
“At last!”
Everyone cheered.
Finally, the time they had been waiting for!
Click, click.
“Whew.”
“Oh.”
“This feels good.”
The expressions of students removing their bracelets brightened.
They had removed them when sleeping at night, and the feeling wasn’t much different from then, but their anticipation was extraordinary at being able to actually test it out.
“Gilbert, Kelvin. Get ready.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Yes! Master!”
Following that, Gilbert and Kelvin each set up long wooden sticks in front of the students.
They were thick enough that even sharp swords couldn’t easily cut through them.
However, the students were holding blunt practice swords in their hands.
Which meant.
“It’s time to test your results.”
The time had come to check the students’ training results.
Specifically, imbuing sword with magic.
Ziel spoke to the students who had tense expressions.
“From now on, you will cut those sticks with practice swords. If you succeed, you can be recognized as Walker Rank.”
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