On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 25

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 025

 

 

The One Who Made Paralysis Poison (4)

 

 

“Teacher, how did you….”

“I expected it.”

 

Ziel answered briefly and grabbed The Man, lifting him up.

Light movements as if handling a wooden training dummy.

However, that wasn’t the only surprising thing about this situation.

 

“He won’t be able to attack anymore.”

 

He hung limply without any movement.

How on earth did he subdue him?

The time his eyes were closed was at most less than 5 seconds.

In that time, he came in without any presence and subdued him?

 

“Is, is he dead?”

“I didn’t kill him.”

“Then….”

“Jon Riversong.”

 

Ziel examined Yon’s condition.

 

“You’re not hurt anywhere. That’s fortunate.”

“Teacher….”

 

Welling up!

 

Tears almost burst forth.

 

“Were you being investigated by the Security Guard?”

“Yes, not yet but soon….”

“I understand. I’ll take this person with me.”

 

Ziel lifted up The Man.

Still not moving at all.

Yon asked urgently.

 

“Teacher, what should I… do now?”

 

Ziel, who was about to go outside, stopped for a moment.

 

“Do as you wish, Jon Riversong.”

 

And he added one more thing.

 

“Haven’t you already been doing that?”

 

Yon raised his head.

 

“You received the same offer but refused this time. Even though your life was being threatened.”

“….”

“Do as you wish, just like you did. And don’t tell anyone about what just happened, like before.”

“I understand.”

“We never met before, and we haven’t met now either.”

 

Ziel left those words behind and opened the ‘door’ while carrying The Man.

 

“Te, Teacher?”

 

Yon was startled.

Is it okay to do that?

But it remained quiet even after the door closed.

There should definitely be Security Guards outside.

 

‘What’s going on?’

 

Meanwhile.

Ziel came out without being seen by anyone and headed to the Academy’s abandoned building.

Even while going there, no one saw Ziel.

 

‘Fortunate that the sun has set.’

 

As long as there are shadows and shade, hiding one’s body isn’t difficult even on bright days.

Much less now when it’s getting dark.

Other assassins might struggle, but for Ziel it was nothing.

 

Creak.

 

As Ziel opened the abandoned building and entered, going into a certain room, The Man opened his eyes.

He reflexively held his breath.

He assessed the situation and caught a scent.

 

‘Where is this place?’

 

He had definitely been slitting Yon’s throat.

There was no one who could have attacked him.

Yon couldn’t have done it either.

A completely incomprehensible situation.

It was the moment he opened his eyes just slightly.

 

“You’re awake.”

 

Along with the voice, his body flew and crashed into the wall.

 

“Ugh.”

 

A short scream came out, but no voice emerged.

His body wouldn’t move either.

Only his eyeballs could roll around.

 

‘Who is it?’

 

Though darkness had fallen, he could see the face clearly enough.

But he had no idea who it was.

 

“I haven’t learned how to torture.”

 

A voice reached his ears.

Naturally, it was a voice he’d never heard before.

 

‘Who are you, damn it!’

 

With each step the mysterious man took closer, The Man’s fear gradually grew.

 

“But I do know a few ways to make people talk.”

 

Shing.

 

What approached before his eyes was a dagger.

The very same dagger he had shown to Yon before fainting and had tried to slash his throat with.

The dagger came right up to his eyes.

Just the slightest movement would pierce his eye.

His body trembled violently.

 

“If you’re willing to answer, blink twice.”

 

That calm voice sent chills throughout his entire body.

 

‘This guy… he’s a professional.’

 

He didn’t know where the man was from, but that was his instinct.

Most of all, he couldn’t guess anything.

How he had been knocked unconscious.

How his body had been paralyzed.

He of all people couldn’t guess the process?

 

‘He’s several steps above me.’

 

Was he someone from the same industry?

If so, he needed to make a decision even faster.

He too had handled targets this way many times.

The result was usually one of two things.

Either they died for not talking.

Or they increased their chances of survival by speaking.

 

Blink, blink.

 

His blinking motion felt desperate, and finally the dagger moved slightly away.

 

Tap.

 

When the man touched somewhere on his body with his hand, his voice began to work again, though barely.

At the same time, a question flew at him.

 

“Did you promise 500,000 Cel to attack Delev Kundel?”

“Y-yes, that’s right.”

“Where did you get the poison you gave to Jon Riversong?”

 

The moment he hesitated briefly.

 

Tap.

 

The dagger touched somewhere on his thigh.

 

“I don’t know torture methods, but I do know where to stab for maximum pain.”

 

‘That IS knowing torture methods!’

 

The Man answered hastily.

 

“Th-the Black Market!”

“Is that all?”

 

Just as the dagger was about to press into his thigh—

 

“The Assassination Group, I bought it because they said there were items leaked after the ‘Black Sky’ Assassination Group collapsed! Well, more precisely, I heard that’s where it was purchased.”

“From your client?”

“That’s right…”

 

At the answer he heard, the man—no, Ziel—fell into thought for just a brief moment.

 

‘Black Sky, huh.’

 

The place where Ziel had belonged until a few months ago.

But now it was an Assassination Group that no longer existed.

 

“Tell me in detail.”

“Just as I said. I heard that besides the poison, there was also a dagger that ‘Specter’ used to use…”

 

A dagger I used to use?

 

‘Was there such a thing?’

 

“A dagger that Specter used?”

“Yes. They said he assassinated thousands of people with that dagger… I heard that one would probably be put up for auction.”

 

Rumors tend to be exaggerated.

Not thousands of people.

Maybe hundreds at most.

And once I used a dagger, I would throw it into the riverbed or bury it somewhere no one knew to dispose of it.

If that didn’t work, I’d bring it back and melt it down.

 

“Besides that, many items belonging to that legendary Specter came out. Of, of course the Specter is currently on the run…”

 

Someone seems to be selling things under the Specter’s name.

 

“What other items were there?”

“There were things like the poison I obtained… smoke bombs, lockpicks, and even human skin masks.”

 

It seems items that came out after the assassination group’s destruction are circulating here and there.

 

‘Black market.’

 

I knew a few places.

It’s probably one of those.

Ziel returned to the main point.

 

“Now I’ll ask the important question. Did you plan this?”

 

This is where it gets real.

The man answered without hesitation.

 

“I created the detailed operation, but there’s someone else who gave the orders.”

 

I got a rough estimate of my opponent.

If I mumble my answer or keep my mouth shut, I die.

 

‘I absolutely cannot die.’

 

Answering doesn’t guarantee survival, but it’s important that it creates a possibility of living.

However, I couldn’t tell everything truthfully either.

I might avoid immediate death, but an even worse death would be waiting afterward.

 

“Who is that?”

“I, I don’t really know either. I’m also in a position where I receive secret orders and move accordingly…”

 

At this point, he’ll suspect I’m keeping my mouth shut.

Since the answer he wants isn’t coming out.

 

‘A little pain is nothing.’

 

Getting hurt a bit is better than dying.

 

“You’re lying.”

“It’s true. We’re in the same business, so you know!”

 

My opponent is a professional.

So there’s a high chance he’s someone from the same industry as me.

 

‘Could the Kundel family have hired him?’

 

Anyway, I don’t know for sure, but if I avoid answering and hold out a few times, he’ll probably compromise on his own…

 

Slash!

 

“Kgh.”

 

A stinging sensation felt at my throat.

 

“I’ll give you 20 seconds.”

 

Trickle, something flowed down and then began gushing out like crazy.

 

“If you’re thinking of answering truthfully within that time, blink your eyes rapidly.”

 

Thump, thump.

 

My heart pounded and my breathing began to quicken.

 

“Then I’ll let you live.”

 

The man thought in the terror of death.

It seems I’ve gotten caught by the wrong person.

 

 

The man was a ‘Crow.’

An existence closer to an informant than an assassin.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that almost all information in the Empire passes through and spreads via the Crows.

 

“Which organization’s Crow are you?”

“I, I belong to ‘Red Shadow.'”

 

Red Shadow.

A place that boasts considerable scale even among Crow groups.

With that kind of scale, they probably even know how many gray hairs a certain family head has.

 

‘To think I’d get caught like this.’

 

Usually Crows are trained to keep their mouths shut when they fall into situations like this.

For example, with poison hidden between their teeth.

If that doesn’t work, even by biting their tongue.

But the poison hidden between my teeth was in the hands of that mysterious man.

He probably removed it beforehand when he knocked me out and dragged me here.

He couldn’t easily bite his tongue either.

Right after his throat was slit and healed.

When he tried to bite his tongue, his jaw nearly tore apart.

 

‘This speed is impossible. What the hell is this guy?’

 

An identity he couldn’t even begin to guess.

An assassin?

 

‘I heard they all died when the Black Sky Assassination Group collapsed.’

 

Black Sky was the Empire’s largest assassin organization, born from uniting large and small assassination groups one by one.

Almost all other assassin organizations either disappeared or voluntarily disbanded.

In conclusion, it was safe to say there were no assassins left in the Valdrain Empire now.

There was a Specter on the run, but could this man here be the Specter?

 

‘He looks incredibly old too. He’s practically an elderly man?’

 

Crow, that is ‘Erso’, tensed up at another incoming question.

 

“Were you trying to kill Delev Kundel?”

“Ab-absolutely not. I was just thinking of making him lose naturally.”

 

That’s the truth.

 

“And we were deceived too!”

“Deceived?”

“The original request… didn’t mention Delev. It just asked us to use paralysis poison.”

“But you still accepted the request?”

“…The amount was quite large.”

“How much?”

“It was 1 million cel.”

 

Ziel continued his questioning.

 

“So who made the request?”

 

Erso answered without hesitation.

 

“Takeus Altman.”

 

As expected.

 

“The reason?”

“I-I don’t know either. I just accepted the request and moved…”

 

There were two reasons for accepting such a request despite not being an assassin.

The huge sum of 1 million cel.

With the disappearance of the Black Sky Assassination Group, a boom had come to the crow industry.

Because all the demand that should have gone to the assassination group was now flowing to the crows.

Of course, he heard they generally refused assassination requests, but they accepted all jobs of this type.

 

‘Damn it.’

 

Anyway, it was humiliating.

To give in to threats and torture and spill everything.

This was the first time in his crow life.

He never imagined he’d meet such an opponent.

But there was still hope.

Since he answered everything truthfully, maybe he’d be released…

 

Tap.

 

His consciousness cut off just as he reached that thought.

Ziel had put Erso to sleep again.

Ziel removed his hand from Erso’s neck and withdrew the mana gathered at his fingertips.

 

‘The Human Skin Mask is still uncomfortable.’

 

Ziel touched his face and fell into thought.

The one who commissioned the crow to hurt Delev Kundel was none other than Takeus Altman.

The professor in charge of Second Years at Sword School.

The huge sum of 1 million cel.

What reason could there be to attack a specific noble family’s child, spending rather than receiving that money?

 

“I don’t know.”

 

It was still incomprehensible.

Ziel had been an assassin until recently, and assassins don’t think about the reasons behind requests.

Moving while brainwashed meant focusing only on assassinating the target.

One thing was certain.

Takeus Altman.

 

‘He tried to hurt my student.’

 

Whatever the reason, that fact alone gave him sufficient cause to seek out Professor Takeus.

But Ziel soon fell into contemplation.

He was living here under a false identity.

To someday make his false identity real and gain a completely new life…

 

‘I can’t pursue only the assassin’s way.’

 

Though the life he’d lived so far was full of assassin methods, now he needed to step away from that a little.

Ziel pondered, then looked at Erso for a moment and came up with a good idea.

And he woke Erso up again.

 

“Huff.”

 

Erso still couldn’t understand what was happening.

 

‘How the hell did this happen again?’

 

But before he could think, a voice reached his ears.

 

“Crow.”

“Y-yes, yes.”

“From now on, you listen to me.”

 

Erso’s eyes trembled violently.

If he hadn’t been paralyzed, his entire body would probably have been shaking.

 

‘I’m screwed.’

 

Somehow, it felt like a grim future was about to unfold.

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