On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 250

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 250

 

Legend of the Dark Ghost (4)

 

If Celia’s Rihart Family pursues swift swordsmanship represented by Swift Swordsmanship, Eleanor’s Delpis Family employs swordsmanship based on ‘softness’ and ‘elegance’.

 

But there’s one fact people don’t know well.

 

The Delpis Family once pursued swordsmanship more destructive than any other!

 

However, the excessively destructive swordsmanship destroyed its users, so the Delpis Family’s swordsmanship gradually changed, resulting in what exists today.

 

Soft and delicate swordsmanship.

 

One could never imagine it derived from the previous destructive swordsmanship.

 

And while that swordsmanship currently has no users, its traces are passed down in the form of the family’s secret techniques…

 

The person who learned it was none other than Eleanor.

 

That very secret technique passed down orally to the family’s successors!

 

‘The sword is a bit of a waste, but whatever.’

 

It was a secret technique that concentrated mana into a single point on the sword and exploded it.

 

And very powerful mana all at once!

 

The downside was that using this secret technique inevitably involved sword damage.

 

Another problem was that a very high-quality sword capable of withstanding the preparation for this secret technique was consumed each time.

 

The process of pushing mana into the sword to prepare the secret technique was necessary, and it had to be a sword made of steel strong enough to withstand it!

 

Eleanor had brought the best sword she owned to this tournament.

 

‘Good. Let’s do this.’

 

There are two reasons why the secret technique can’t be used.

 

One is wasting a good sword.

 

The other is that it’s extremely dangerous.

 

To the opponent and to oneself.

 

But now it was practically the finals.

 

Countless people were watching, but it didn’t matter.

 

Eleanor had a dream.

 

To use the secret technique just once!

 

‘I received the oral tradition, so shouldn’t I try it at least once before I die?’

 

Until now, the Previous Family Head had set a rule not to use it unless in truly dangerous situations.

 

Now seemed to be exactly that time.

 

If she didn’t use it, she couldn’t win.

 

In other words, it was a dangerous situation.

 

‘She’s preparing something.’

 

Ziel focused on Eleanor’s side, then looked back.

 

Gilbert and Kelvin flinched when their eyes met!

 

“Aren’t you two going to attack?”

 

“W-We’re going!”

 

But Eleanor was first.

 

Crack!

 

“Here I come, Dark Ghost, no, Specter!”

 

Ziel quickly responded to those words.

 

“I’m not a Specter. I’m a Dark Ghost.”

 

It wasn’t really a conversation to have during a duel, but Eleanor didn’t care either way.

 

“Whatever you are! I can use my family’s secret technique on you!”

 

Mana concentrated in Eleanor’s sword. Ziel observed as well. However, unlike with Sigmund, he didn’t stop it.

 

‘I’m curious.’

 

A curiosity very characteristic of Ziel!

 

He had actually seen Sigmund’s secret technique before.

 

Because he had briefly clashed with him while assassinating someone right next to Sigmund.

 

He knew its power and wasn’t particularly curious, so he blocked it in advance.

 

But this was the first time seeing this opponent’s secret technique.

 

So he was curious.

 

‘Mana is swirling inside the sword.’

 

The mana observed through the Polar Night Breathing Technique was swirling and compressing inside the sword.

 

‘An interesting method.’

 

If that compressed mana exploded all at once, it would destroy the target with tremendous destructive power.

 

It was a dangerous secret technique.

 

But not to Ziel.

 

“Haah!”

 

The moment Eleanor exploded the mana.

 

Flash!

 

The mana wave burst out in an instant and spread in all directions.

 

“Ooh!”

 

“That just now…!”

 

So…

 

It wasn’t aimed at Ziel.

 

The sword was deflected when its side was struck by Ziel’s hand.

 

And what was about to explode was somehow dissipated and just scattered away.

 

Of course, the power didn’t just disappear, so when the dissipated mana swirled around, Gilbert and Kelvin hesitated and stepped back several paces.

 

“H-How…?”

 

However, it wasn’t the power Eleanor had imagined.

 

Ziel provided the reason.

 

“I reduced it by half.”

 

“But how!”

 

“I just did.”

 

“Ah.”

 

Eleanor was shocked.

 

The secret technique that should have exploded toward Ziel was instantly reduced by half and then just scattered away.

 

It was impossible.

 

It wasn’t because she was inexperienced from not using it.

 

After receiving the secret technique transmission, she had consistently repeated the preparation process once a day, even if not actually releasing the technique.

 

So she could use it whenever the opportunity came.

 

So there was no way she was inexperienced in using it…

 

‘How exactly did he reduce it by half?’

 

She couldn’t understand at all how he had reduced it by half.

 

It wasn’t weak enough power to be reduced by half, and directly affecting the mana contained in an extending sword was unheard of!

 

‘Come to think of it, he deflected my sword with his hand.’

 

He didn’t even block it using a sword!

 

“How exactly… How? How did you reduce it by half?”

 

To Eleanor, who forgot about additional attacks and asked, Ziel answered precisely this time.

 

“I put mana inside. In the reverse direction.”

 

“That… works?”

 

“It works. Of course, you can’t do it. Only I can.”

 

“…”

 

Is this a Specter?

 

Is this a Dark Ghost?

 

Eleanor intuited like Sigmund had.

 

It felt like facing a being one dimension, no, several insurmountable dimensions higher.

 

Ziel glanced down at his ordinary sword.

 

“Considering the nature of mana and the method of power, this sword can’t use that secret technique. The sword would break.”

 

“…!”

 

He had even accurately grasped the nature of the secret technique that was only passed down orally.

 

“But I’ve learned a good method. Thank you.”

 

Swish.

 

This time, Ziel charged forward.

 

Clang, clash!

 

“Guh!”

 

It was remarkably fast and powerful swordsmanship.

 

The Delphis Family’s secret sword techniques were being deployed, but it had been truly a long time since she had focused solely on defense like this.

 

The first fear she felt since reaching Master level!

 

‘This guy’s attacks don’t make sense.’

 

No matter how she responded, everything was blocked, and counterattacks came from the most difficult directions to defend.

 

Slash! Thud!

 

Every other strike caused injury, and Eleanor began to pant heavily.

 

She had already consumed much mana from her earlier attempt to use the secret technique.

 

With injuries added on top of that, Eleanor was soon pushed toward the edge of the arena.

 

“I’ll end this.”

 

And Ziel suddenly put force into his sword, striking down Eleanor’s blade—

 

Thump!

 

Eleanor was pushed helplessly outside the arena.

 

“Eleonoor Delphi! Outside the arena!”

 

“Waaaaaaah!”

 

“This can’t be! This isn’t right!”

 

“Sir Eleonore has been eliminated!”

 

Once again, chaos erupted in the spectator seats.

 

Eleanor blankly got to her feet beneath the pouring cheers, applause, and screams of the crowd.

 

“I actually lost….”

 

It was humiliating.

 

Perhaps even more so than Sigmund!

 

Sigmund had at least put up the pretense of fighting back.

 

But she had been blocked before even using her secret technique and collapsed while desperately defending.

 

‘My loss was nothing at all.’

 

Sigmund, who had been watching after his elimination, reached a similar conclusion.

 

But the difference was that anger along with competitive spirit rose in Eleanor’s heart.

 

“You, where can I meet you if I go somewhere?”

 

“I’m nowhere. If it’s not necessary, I won’t come out.”

 

Ziel gave an answer befitting his current identity as ‘Dark Ghost’ and turned around.

 

“Only those two are left.”

 

Sigmund.

 

Eleanor.

 

Gilbert and Kelvin automatically secured 3rd and 2nd place by eliminating the two powerhouses first!

 

Trembling!

 

As their turn finally approached, their bodies began to shake.

 

“L-let’s do a combined attack.”

 

Kelvin made the suggestion.

 

But Gilbert shook his head after much deliberation.

 

“No. I can’t do that after coming this far.”

 

The students were watching.

 

It would be better to fight alone and lose gloriously!

 

“A-actually, I was th-thinking the same thing.”

 

“Hey you bastard, you were just suggesting a combined attack… Hey, hey! I’m going first!”

 

Kelvin ran forward first.

 

‘I can’t look like the biggest coward!’

 

And Kelvin swung his massive sword toward Ziel, no, Dark Ghost.

 

A single strike putting everything on the line!

 

“Too slow.”

 

Ziel summarized his impression with those words, then moved backward and grabbed the clothes on his back—

 

Whoosh!

 

He threw that large frame outside the arena.

 

‘Is this what it feels like to fly through the sky?’

 

Crash!

 

Kelvin flew through the sky in a sensation he had never experienced before and crashed outside the arena.

 

“K-Kelvin, eliminated!”

 

“My goodness!”

 

“That huge frame…!”

 

The crowd was shocked instead of cheering.

 

Because something unbelievable had happened before their very eyes!

 

Kelvin couldn’t believe it either.

 

But why was it?

 

His heart was pounding.

 

‘He’s the first person to pick me up and throw me.’

 

Of course, Ziel didn’t know that fact and now looked at the remaining person.

 

Gilbert charged forward too.

 

Ziel was cold.

 

He wasn’t interested in what Gilbert was preparing or what his mindset was.

 

Clang! Clash!

 

But he acknowledged Gilbert’s skill.

 

‘He blocked my attacks three times.’

 

Of course, if Ziel had used his full power, Gilbert would have been eliminated before he could even extend his sword toward Ziel.

 

But Ziel wanted to measure the power Gilbert could display in this tournament, and that measurement was complete.

 

Thwack!

 

“Ugh!”

 

So he eliminated him.

 

There was no need to use his sword.

 

He knocked away the sword and pushed with his body.

 

Rolling, rolling.

 

Gilbert got up after rolling, but there was no sword in his hands.

 

He was eliminated.

 

“Dark Ghost, victory!”

 

As that declaration rang out loudly, the crowd’s delayed cheers echoed.

 

It couldn’t be helped.

 

Because every single match had been absolutely incredible.

 

“Th-that’s victory, right?”

 

“I’ve lived my whole life and never seen a victory like this!”

 

“But it’s still unbelievable! He faced all four of them and won!”

 

Sigmund, Eleanor, Kelvin, Gilbert.

 

To think he would defeat all four who charged at him in succession and claim victory!

 

There wasn’t even any intensity or tension.

 

He just won.

 

Easily.

 

“An unbelievable champion has appeared.”

 

“Who on earth is he? Is he really a specter?”

 

“They say he’s not a specter! He must be some incredible master who was living in seclusion somewhere in the mountains!”

 

“Isn’t that what a specter is?”

 

“Or maybe he’s actually the real Dark Ghost himself?”

 

Amid all the speculation, only one person had reached a conclusion.

 

“Chief Administrator.”

 

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

 

“When we award the champion, we need to remove his mask.”

 

“…I shall obey your command.”

 

The Emperor’s intention was this:

 

If that fellow really was a specter, there would be something he was hiding.

 

‘We can’t rule out the possibility of a Human Skin Mask either.’

 

The application form confirmed he was from a small village in the south, but nothing else was written beyond that.

 

So they needed to find out.

 

Whether he was really a specter.

 

“Have all the Knight Order Members who were selected today remain on standby as well.”

 

This was actually an opportunity.

 

Assassination?

 

The Emperor himself was Master-level.

 

Who would dare attempt an assassination?

 

The Emperor was confident that even a specter couldn’t do such a thing.

 

The moment he was revealed to be a specter would be the moment his long-cherished wish finally came true!

 

The Nobles, Mages, and Merchants would no longer be able to rebel against him – perfect imperial authority would be complete.

 

“We will now hold the award ceremony! Champion Dark Ghost, please come up to the platform!”

 

And finally, the award ceremony was held.

 

Prize money of 500,000 Cel.

 

The additional prize was a sword made of extremely rare ether steel.

 

The sword made of ether steel alone was worth hundreds of thousands of Cel – an incredibly precious item.

 

Though it looked no different from ordinary steel, its hardness and cutting power were incomparable, providing the sensation of using a Mana Sword!

 

“500,000 Cel and a sword made of ether steel… I’m really envious.”

 

“I’ll definitely win the general division someday too…”

 

To think such rewards were being taken by some unheard-of fellow using the entry name Dark Ghost, not Sir Sigmund or Sir Eleonore!

 

In any case, this tournament seemed like it would generate many topics and stories.

 

And if things went according to the Emperor’s plan, it would leave tremendous repercussions that couldn’t even compare to the previous topics.

 

‘Come, specter.’

 

And finally, Dark Ghost climbed onto the award platform.

 

At that moment, the Emperor’s plan began.

 

‘It begins.’

 

The Imperial Mages who had been waiting drew up their mana.

 

And they cast dispelling magic to strip away falsehoods toward Dark Ghost as he walked up.

 

The result was-

 

‘Wh, why?’

 

Shocking.

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