On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 240
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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 240
Special Semifinals (1)
The Imperial Swordsmanship Tournament began as Edelwein Academy’s festival.
All students from Telvir Academy eliminated in preliminaries.
All 20 main tournament qualifiers occupied by Edelwein Academy.
This sensational headline was plastered on the front page of the Imperial Newspaper, with Ziel’s name introduced below it.
[‘Imperial Favorite’ Ziel Steelheart… From Model to Teacher, How Far Do His Abilities Reach?]
Articles spotlighting each of the 20 main tournament qualifiers were also published.
The journalists tracked quite persistently, comparing and analyzing the past and present of particularly notable students among the 20.
[According to secretly obtained materials, Yurio Harmatan was a dunce among dunces who recorded ‘last place’ when entering Sword School. However, after receiving guidance from Ziel Steelheart, he caused an upset by defeating strong championship candidate Ras Valentin in the preliminaries…]
[Ann Peshwa entered with upper-tier grades, but her talent wasn’t exceptional. However, after receiving instruction from Ziel Steelheart, her skills rapidly improved, and she’s currently worthy of being in the top 5…]
Delev and Celia were so obvious that they weren’t even mentioned.
“Why isn’t my name there!”
“No, they should introduce Kundel, Kundel!”
Even Maris was introduced.
[Maris Sopen elevated the reputation of Sopen. Sopen usually didn’t have good rumors circulating regarding money, but with Maris Sopen’s advancement to the main tournament this time, it’s said they sought to improve the family’s image. This is a moment of fruition for the recently rising Sopen…]
Of course, Maris’s face contorted at the irrefutable article.
“Our family is a bit money-minded, but…”
“You know it exactly too.”
“…”
Here, Quantus’s article put the finishing touch.
[The Hopel family is famous as a naturally born warrior family. Quantus Hopel inherited that blood particularly thickly, setting an amazing record of eliminating a full 15 people with bare hands rather than a sword in the block assigned on the third day of preliminaries. Moreover, he finished the preliminaries without the slightest injury, making him worthy of being counted as one of the championship candidates.]
With no one agreeing, Quantus became smug.
“Ahem! You all know, right? I’m going to win!”
“Yeah. No.”
Delev and Celia were wary.
They couldn’t suffer the same humiliation as during Lord Mortis’s model selection.
No, actually they didn’t want to see Quantus being smug for a whole year, maybe even for several years to come if he won.
This guy would talk about his victory all day long without getting tired!
“Anyway, well… one of us will win.”
Karen nodded at Celia’s words.
“It turned out just like Teacher Ziel said. He said we would definitely win.”
“The teacher said that?”
“I overheard him talking with another professor. He even predicted that all 20 people would be us, didn’t he?”
“That’s impossible…”
When Ziel speaks, it comes true.
Now Ziel’s statements had become some kind of divine prophecy to the students.
More precisely, they were no different from magical words that instilled confidence.
Anyway, all the students who had distinguished themselves in class, all 20 of them, were included.
If it had been a free-for-all by academy rather than individual matches, probably more Edelwein Academy second years would have advanced.
Though it’s said to be 20 people, compared to contestants from other affiliations, even the students who fell short were skilled enough to make it to the main tournament.
“Whoever wins, let’s do our best. Don’t do anything underhanded like manipulation.”
“Oh, hearing you say that, Ann, are you perhaps with Quantus…”
“No! Even if I did, I wouldn’t support Quantus!”
“Phew.”
Quantus didn’t back down and joined the conversation.
“Hmm. The future losers are having an earnest discussion. Interesting.”
“…”
And so the main tournament approached.
There were concerns about ticket sales since all 20 contestants were from Edelwein, but it was needless worry.
On the day of the main tournament.
The audience filled the Imperial Arena to capacity!
“As expected. That’s my son.”
“Hmm. It’s obvious my daughter will win, isn’t it?”
Naturally, the heads of each family were seated.
Most notable were the heads of Kundel and Rihart families.
“Hahaha! Show them the spirit of Hopel!”
Lord Hopel, with a build no less than Quantus’s.
“…”
The Head of Harmatan, quietly holding his breath since he couldn’t be caught having left the Northern Region.
There was even the head of the Aswan family, who had scraped together everything he didn’t have to come watch his daughter’s match.
“I declare the opening.”
Following the Emperor’s declaration, the main tournament began.
A total of 20 people.
After 10 matches, the remaining 5 would proceed to another 5 matches.
After going through the ‘Special Semifinals,’ the final 2 remaining would compete in the finals.
“Boss, who do you think will win?”
Gilbert, seated in the spectator seats, asked Ziel.
Kelvin was curious too.
Delev, Celia, Yurio.
And even Quantus, who had shown unexpected prowess.
From their perspective, predicting the winner wasn’t easy at all.
They figured the Boss would naturally know.
He always did.
“I don’t want to say.”
“….”
And the expected answer came back.
“It wouldn’t be fun if I told you.”
“That… is true, I suppose.”
With the main tournament bracket revealed, the winner Ziel predicted was none other than Delev.
This was the result of considering all variables that would arise during the main tournament process.
‘Student Yurio Harmatan will make it to the finals.’
And things began to unfold just as Ziel expected.
“Main tournament match 1, contestant Delev Kundel wins!”
Delev easily defeated Lydia and advanced to the next match. The skill gap was so overwhelming that Lydia immediately accepted her defeat.
“Huh, that student Lydia Rojas had quite a performance in the preliminaries too…”
“She single-handedly blocked the combined attack of five Telvir Academy students, didn’t she?”
The spectators were shocked.
All 20 people here were students who had properly distinguished themselves in the preliminaries to advance.
Each one had left a strong impression, yet to think such a student would be eliminated so easily.
“I still can’t beat you after all, can I, Delev?”
“Your first attack was impressive, Lydia.”
“If it really was, wouldn’t I have injured you?”
Lydia chuckled as she grabbed Delev’s hand and stood up.
She had no regrets.
She had never even thought she would make it into these top 20.
“Well done, Lydia.”
The head of House Rojas also nodded with satisfaction at his daughter’s graceful withdrawal after acknowledging defeat.
Losing to a stronger opponent wasn’t shameful.
Learning nothing from defeat was more shameful.
“Contestant Karen Aswan, victory!”
“Contestant Yurio Harmatan, victory!”
“Contestant Ann Peshwa, victory!”
Victory declarations followed one after another.
All the defeated students accepted their losses.
While they might have regrets about mistakes or poor judgment, they didn’t deny their opponents’ skills.
Except for one person.
“Of all people, I had to lose to Quantus…”
Unfortunately, only Ellie, who had faced Quantus in the first main tournament match, came down from the arena with a dejected expression.
“Muhahaha! I won!”
Quantus roared.
He roared quite obnoxiously.
It had been an overwhelming match.
Ellie had crumbled several times before Quantus’s strength, unable to defend.
Of course, for Ellie, who had been a lower-tier student, making it into the top 20 was already a sufficiently excellent achievement.
“You did well, Ellie. Though losing to Quantus is a bit…”
“Right?”
“He’ll probably milk this for years every time he sees you.”
“Ugh.”
Ann casually offered advice.
“There’s only one way.”
“What is it?”
“Beat Quantus next time. That guy actually accepts defeat pretty cleanly when he loses.”
“Aha!”
“It’s just that he’s unbearable to look at when he wins.”
Anyway, the 10 finalists were decided that way.
From now on, only truly top-tier students remained.
They would narrow it down to 5 from here.
“Ah shit, this is bad.”
Ann faced Quantus.
Delev faced Kus.
Celia faced Karen—
Yurio faced Omar.
Finally, Maris faced Peak.
The bracket was set.
Now the 5 who remained from here would compete in the ‘special semifinals.’
“What am I supposed to do? It’s Quantus again!”
Ann, who had faced Quantus in the previous Festa swordsmanship tournament, was frustrated.
“Do you two really have something going on? A thread of fate? A cord?”
“Shut up, Yurio. Then why didn’t you end up with Karen! You two are the ones who have something!”
“We’re just a poor duo, you know?”
“Ah.”
Karen naturally placed her hand on Yurio’s shoulder.
“Right?”
“Let’s escape poverty together…”
“Why! It’s nothing to be ashamed of!”
“It’s not something to show off either.”
“That’s true.”
The duel between Quantus and Ann that began this way flowed quite intensely.
Despite what she said, Ann was probably the friend who knew Quantus best.
Quantus’s attack patterns.
His strength.
And even his personality.
“Quantus, your strength seems weak?”
“What?!”
“Did you lose muscle lately?”
“No!”
If nothing else, when his strength was pointed out, he would charge forward recklessly like that.
Bang!
‘Crazy.’
She never dreamed that a missed sword strike would break the arena floor.
Quantus’s mana-infused strike was tremendous.
“As expected of one with Hopel blood flowing through him! Hahahaha!”
Lord Hopel burst into hearty laughter from the spectator seats!
After that, Ann seemed flustered and began to be pushed back.
“Ann’s going to lose, Boss. She lost at the last festival too.”
Gilbert predicted Ann’s defeat.
Indeed, compatibility was a difficult thing.
Ann wielded elegant and smooth swordsmanship. But the problem was that Quantus’s strength always surpassed it.
However, Ziel’s thoughts seemed somewhat different.
“No, Student Ann Peshwa will win.”
“What? But she’s being pushed back?”
“Even while being pushed back, she’s looking for an opening. Student Quantus Hofel isn’t an opponent who can be defeated with many small attacks.”
“Oh…”
It was as Ziel said.
Ann, who they thought was flustered, was really looking for an opening.
‘One strike. I have to end it in one strike.’
The pain of the Festa tournament where she had attacked Quantus clumsily several times only to be defeated in a single blow!
Ann had thoroughly studied Quantus since then.
Because if you lose, you suffer until you win!
‘Now!’
It was the moment when Quantus raised his sword high.
“Student Ann Peshwa has won.”
As soon as Ziel finished speaking, Ann’s sword swept across Quantus’s waist.
Then his armor cracked with a snap, and blood trickled down.
“Huh?”
Of course, Quantus wouldn’t be fazed by this level of injury.
It wasn’t even a serious wound.
So this time Ann’s sword grazed Quantus’s shoulder and then—
Swish.
It stopped in front of Quantus’s throat.
“Surrender, Quantus.”
“…”
Ann was sweating profusely.
After defending and deflecting throughout, she had barely captured this single opportunity.
She attacked his waist to induce panic, followed up with an attack on his shoulder, then aimed her sword at his exposed throat.
It was a perfect strategy.
“If you move, you’ll get hurt. It can be healed, but I don’t want to wound my friend’s throat.”
Quantus looked at Ann’s sword that had come right up to his throat and finally—
“Hmph! This won’t stop me!”
He suddenly leaped backward to create distance.
However.
“Ugh!”
His feet got tangled and he fell backward.
Laughter erupted from the spectator seats, and Ann, who had chased after him, pointed her sword at him again.
It was clearly worse than before.
Earlier he had at least been standing, but now he was completely lying down.
“Sigh, I told you to surrender.”
“Surrendering immediately would be a disgrace to Hopel!”
“Now you’re even more disgraced…”
In the end, Quantus surrendered.
“Match 2! Winner, Ann Peshwa!”
It was a very Quantus-like ending.
‘I survived.’
The one feeling relieved was Ann.
If it had turned into a close battle with Quantus, she probably wouldn’t have lasted long.
In terms of Physical Strength and power alone, he was even more formidable than Delev who ranked first!
Whatever flows in that Noble Family’s bloodline, even most 5th-6th year seniors probably couldn’t match Quantus’s build.
If there was anyone comparable, it would be Kelvin who was even bigger?
“Hmm. I lost this time, but I won’t go easy on you next time, Ann.”
At Quantus’s words, Ann pulled out the revenge she had prepared.
“Yes, next loser.”
“…”
Ann savored the sight of Quantus trembling with rage.
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