On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 248

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 248

 

The Legend of the Dark Ghost (2)

 

Amid various misunderstandings emerging, Ziel returned to the waiting area and looked at Gilbert, who was getting up for his turn.

 

His opponent was a sworn knight of the Imperial Knights.

 

A rank that a knight order member could reach after about 5 years of training beyond their apprenticeship.

 

For a regular knight order, it wouldn’t be easy for a sworn knight level to reach the second match of the general division finals.

 

But if they belonged to the Imperial Knights, the story was different.

 

That level alone was mid-level expert class!

 

‘This won’t be easy.’

 

Gilbert walked forward with tension.

 

Ziel muttered as if for Gilbert to hear.

 

“My left side is particularly stiff today.”

 

Gilbert glanced back, having heard those words.

 

‘What?’

 

It seemed like he was just muttering to himself.

 

“My leg seems to hurt a little too.”

 

He looked fine in the main tournament.

 

‘Did he get injured in the preliminaries?’

 

Gilbert didn’t pay much attention to the muttering.

 

But Ziel was certain.

 

‘The message got through.’

 

The sworn knight that Ziel had observed in the preliminaries and main tournament had relatively weak defense on the left side.

 

Gilbert would surely realize this during the match, triggered by those words.

 

Ziel wanted one thing.

 

‘Go up.’

 

For his subordinate, Gilbert, to win.

 

Meanwhile, Gilbert, who had stepped into the arena, checked the spectator seats and became dejected.

 

‘Boss didn’t come.’

 

Not knowing that he was being watched from right behind.

 

“Gi, Gi, Gilbert!”

 

Then Kelvin’s voice was heard instead.

 

‘That bastard, at least he’s cheering…’

 

“If, if, if you lose, it’s em, embarrassing!”

 

Damn it.

 

Gilbert grumbled internally and drew his sword.

 

“Teacher Gilbert! You can do it!”

 

“Let’s go to the finals!”

 

Fortunately, the students’ cheering was normal.

 

Shing.

 

His opponent also drew his sword.

 

It was Lord Roth, whom he had seen during a previous practical training.

 

‘Wait, that bastard Gunter didn’t participate this time?’

 

If he had, it would have been certain defeat.

 

It was extremely fortunate.

 

“Lord Roth, please teach me a lesson.”

 

“Teaching Assistant, we meet here. Unfortunately, I’ll be the one advancing.”

 

And the duel began.

 

Clang! Clank!

 

Gilbert fought better than expected.

 

At least, that’s how it looked to those who had predicted Roth’s victory.

 

“Didn’t they say that guy works as a teaching assistant at Sword School?”

 

“The level of teaching assistants these days is quite high. They should be at the level of students who just graduated.”

 

“Where is he from to fight so well?”

 

Ziel’s heart swelled with strange pride at the sounds he heard!

 

‘He’s become much stronger than when I first saw him.’

 

Being a crow, he had learned swordsmanship, but it wasn’t at an outstanding level. He was closer to being an assassin.

 

But as a result of enduring Ziel’s hellish training, he gradually began to overwhelm Roth.

 

“My goodness, Lord Roth is being pushed back!”

 

“Why is an Imperial Knight Order member…”

 

The reason was simple.

 

Because Gilbert was stronger.

 

“He won.”

 

Ziel’s prophecy.

 

‘This guy seems weak on the left side?’

 

Meanwhile, Gilbert realized that Roth’s left side was a weakness, just as Ziel intended, and attacked persistently.

 

Clang, clank!

 

“Ugh!”

 

As if Roth had realized something, he suddenly groaned at the difficult-to-block attack and retreated.

 

Then Gilbert delivered a decisive blow.

 

Slash!

 

A powerful mana sword, so strong that the mana flowing around the blade was clearly visible, tore through Roth’s shoulder.

 

Unfortunately it was his sword arm, so his sword fell, and Roth blankly accepted defeat.

 

“Winner, Gilbert!”

 

Gilbert wanted to cheer, but considering his opponent, he kept his mouth shut and approached, extending his hand.

 

“It was a good match, Lord Roth.”

 

“Teaching Assistant Gilbert, you’re incredible.”

 

“It’s all thanks to training under Boss, no, Teacher Ziel.”

 

At those words, Roth finally nodded.

 

“That I can understand. He’s an amazing person.”

 

Gilbert came down proudly.

 

In the midst of that, his eyes met with Dark Ghost!

 

‘Huh? Why is that person smiling?’

 

For some reason, Dark Ghost seemed to be smiling at him.

 

‘Is he cheering for me? That can’t be right.’

 

But wait a moment.

 

‘Left side… did he say left side earlier?’

 

He hadn’t paid much attention to it, so he didn’t remember clearly.

 

‘No way, surely not.’

 

“Y-you won.”

 

When Kelvin looked at him with envious eyes, Gilbert’s shoulders rose.

 

“Of course. You go win too.”

 

“O-of course.”

 

Kelvin’s opponent was a recent graduate working as a teaching assistant at Telvir Academy!

 

But his skills were considerable.

 

A talent who rejected countless scouting offers from knight orders and stayed solely for Dean Sigmund!

 

“Go win, Derk.”

 

“Yes, Dean.”

 

Today, sitting in the contestant waiting area instead of the spectator seats, Sigmund looked at Derk with expectant eyes.

 

‘He’s a sufficiently strong child.’

 

This was the guy who gave up the sure path of joining a knight order to follow him. Therefore, Sigmund paid special attention to this friend.

 

‘Academy assistant lecturer… his skills seemed considerable. But he can’t beat Derk.’

 

Derk was Sigmund’s beloved disciple whom he personally raised and taught swordsmanship!

 

At that age, he was already a talent among talents who had reached mid-level Expert.

 

Therefore, he couldn’t even imagine losing.

 

Of course, Lord Roth’s defeat just now, being from the Imperial Knights, was a bit shocking.

 

‘I heard he crushed opponents with force in the preliminaries.’

 

A trace of anxiety crept in, but Sigmund deliberately erased that thought.

 

Meanwhile.

 

‘Kelvin will win.’

 

But it seemed like he would win with some difficulty.

 

So he muttered a word toward Kelvin who was walking away.

 

“There are gaps in his swordsmanship. The fifth and seventh, I think.”

 

That muttered word, pretending to review the previous match, reached Kelvin’s ears.

 

‘Gaps in swordsmanship?’

 

Those words, which seemed to refer to the previous match, strangely became inscribed deep in Kelvin’s mind.

 

“Teacher Kelvin! Win!”

 

“Your greatsword is so cool!”

 

Then came the sound of cheering.

 

It was the Second Years, including Yurio, who had come to cheer today.

 

Kelvin raised his hand sheepishly.

 

“I, I will definitely win.”

 

And when the duel began.

 

‘Fifth and seventh…’

 

Kelvin realized.

 

Just as that guy Dark Ghost had muttered, there was a strange gap between the fifth and seventh sword techniques.

 

It was subtle, but once he recognized it, there was plenty of room to exploit!

 

‘He hesitates in the process of raising his sword.’

 

It was the elbow injury from the preliminaries!

 

Ziel had already analyzed the subtle gap caused by that injury and informed Kelvin about it.

 

Unlike Gilbert, he had received more direct advice!

 

However, rather than hesitating upon sensing something strange, Kelvin aggressively exploited that gap-

 

Crash!

 

“Gah!”

 

He made his opponent’s sword crack with a splitting sound.

 

Generally, when mana sword clashes with mana sword, the stronger one wins.

 

But Kelvin was adding physical force on top of that, crushing his opponent with brute strength.

 

‘This is bad!’

 

In his restlessness, even the armrest that Sigmund was gripping cracked.

 

Few people saw this.

 

But those who did all had the same thought.

 

Derk was going to lose.

 

Crash!

 

With each clash, Derk was rapidly pushed back by the sensation of something bursting.

 

The match was already decided.

 

“Hup!”

 

Kelvin’s overwhelming strength after exploiting the weakness to gain the upper hand!

 

And finally-

 

Clang!

 

The match was decided when the sword broke.

 

It was fortunate it broke, because if it hadn’t, that force would have traveled through the sword to his hand and caused injury.

 

Derk was stunned.

 

‘I, I lost?’

 

“Winner, Kelvin!”

 

The defeat was confirmed by the victory declaration!

 

His opponent showed no signs of fatigue.

 

He looked perfectly fine, as if he could fight for several more hours.

 

‘I won thanks to Master. If it weren’t for the training Master gave me… I wouldn’t have been able to wield this greatsword so freely.’

 

Of course, Ziel’s contribution was enormous.

 

That Dark Ghost in the waiting area behind them, wearing a proud smile that no one could notice.

 

Kelvin swung his greatsword with a whoosh, strapped it to his back, and showed respect.

 

But while choosing his words, he said something strange.

 

“De, de, devote yourself to training!”

 

“…?”

 

Derk blankly took Kelvin’s offered hand and stood up.

 

Anyway, he had won.

 

‘This guy is incredibly strong… what do I do in the semifinals?’

 

And as Kelvin came down, the contestants including Gilbert looked at him with wariness.

 

The next match was Sigmund’s turn.

 

“…I’m sorry, Dean.”

 

“No. The opponent was strong. You did your best.”

 

It was just unfortunate about the elbow injury.

 

“Go and win.”

 

Finally Sigmund entered the match, and his opponent was completely overwhelmed.

 

“As expected, it’s impossible.”

 

His opponent was none other than Chief Relio of the Imperial Knights.

 

However, the difference between Master level and Expert level was too stark.

 

Relio showed good fighting by exchanging swords several times, but he couldn’t win.

 

“I surrender.”

 

With his eventual surrender, only one match remained in the main tournament’s second round.

 

“It’s Sir Eleonore!”

 

“Kyaaaa! I’m a fan!”

 

It was Eleonore.

 

A knight full of symbolism who received overwhelming support from all women in the Empire regardless of status.

 

The reason was simple.

 

She was the only female Master in the Empire.

 

Professor Isabella from the Sword School had almost joined those ranks, but unfortunately couldn’t overcome one wall and was currently the only female Master-level knight.

 

The blonde hair she deliberately let flutter during fights was truly her trademark!

 

Being Master-level, her skills were also excellent.

 

“Beautiful… How can swordsmanship be so graceful?”

 

Celia stared blankly at Eleonoor’s swordsmanship.

 

Someone had once compared that swordsmanship to the finest velvet, and it was exactly that.

 

Swordsmanship so beautiful it was perfect.

 

Clang! Clash!

 

When the opponent seemed to block, she naturally found a detour and delivered her attack!

 

Victory didn’t take very long.

 

“Winner, Eleonoor Delphi!”

 

Even greater cheers and shouts than during Sigmund’s match echoed throughout.

 

“This is interesting – if the semifinals proceed the same way as the youth and young adult divisions, it’ll be fun to watch, right?”

 

“The champion will obviously be Sir Sigmund… but looking at it now, Sir Eleonoor is no pushover either, right?”

 

“Right now, Dark Ghost is more of a problem than those two. The other two are one thing, but I can’t figure out the identity of that Dark Ghost fellow. If he’s skilled to that degree, he should naturally be well-known.”

 

With this, all semifinalists were confirmed.

 

Gilbert, second-year Teaching Assistant at Edelwein Academy Sword School.

 

Kelvin, the Assistant Lecturer following behind him.

 

Sigmund, Dean of Telvir Academy and Master-level.

 

Eleonoor, the Empire’s only female Master-level knight.

 

And the mysterious Dark Ghost as well.

 

The spectators were making their own predictions about the champion.

 

Dark Ghost was especially at the center of that discussion.

 

“How many Master-level fighters are there in the Empire right now? There aren’t many, right?”

 

“It could be someone who’s retired.”

 

“No. I overheard earlier that they couldn’t get a read on his swordsmanship at all.”

 

Then people reached a quite reasonable speculation.

 

“No matter how I look at it, if there’s no Master available to compete, could it be…?”

 

“Shh. Could it really be? He’d have to be crazy to compete here. The entire Empire is hunting him right now!”

 

“Ah, I suppose that’s true?”

 

The speculation that it might be the mysteriously missing Specter!

 

It was practically the correct answer, but everyone immediately dismissed that speculation.

 

Because it didn’t make sense.

 

Revealing himself in a place where all eyes were focused?

 

Unless he was aiming to assassinate the Emperor, it was an absurd notion.

 

Though that was exactly what Ziel had intended.

 

“There are many interesting backgrounds among the semifinalists this time.”

 

A mercenary, a commoner, and even Dark Ghost of unknown origin.

 

The Emperor was also paying attention to Dark Ghost.

 

‘If he really is Specter…’

 

Heh, the corners of his mouth curled up.

 

It was unlikely, but if that bastard really was Specter, he was aiming for one thing.

 

Revenge against the organization!

 

‘If he tries to assassinate me, I’ll have to use that.’

 

Turning even dangerous situations into opportunities.

 

That was what an Emperor should do.

 

If he could stop Specter’s assassination and capture him…

 

Imperial authority would become more solid than ever, and his own prestige would soar to the heavens.

 

Of course, all these plans were premised on that fellow actually being Specter!

 

‘Well, I’ll have to keep watching.’

 

“Proceed with the semifinals.”

 

“I receive your command, Your Majesty.”

 

Frightening gazes directed at Dark Ghost were being added one by one.

 

Of course, Ziel didn’t even care.

 

There was no way he’d be caught.

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