On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 290

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 290

Transfer Student Commotion (1)

【Unlimited Dining Table】.

Ziel and his companions, having returned from the exchange competition and practical training, finished another satisfying meal today.

“Mr. Zephyros is adapting very well. I can see his physical strength gradually increasing too.”

“Mm. The training is showing results.”

“Yes. When I ask what kind of training he’s receiving, he won’t tell me though…”

Gilbert nodded, muttering that it was understandable.

It was training of tremendous intensity.

Plus the rough kitchen work on top of that!

Moreover, Zephyros was quite advanced in age, so it wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed…

‘B-Boss. The old man is dying!’

‘He won’t die. I saved him.’

‘Ah.’

Whenever Ziel was about to collapse, he would inject mana to restore his stamina and heal all injuries.

‘Boss would probably revive him even if he died.’

Terrifying training where you couldn’t die even if you wanted to without permission!

Gilbert and Kelvin had already experienced this training, and now it was Zephyros’s turn.

“He’s not at the stage of cooking directly yet, but he’s still learning diligently. But he keeps writing something complicated in between? When I asked, he said it was magic formulas…”

“I see.”

Ziel wasn’t particularly interested.

The kitchen assistant work was merely for physical improvement and disguise purposes until he could perfectly settle into his new identity!

Until his stamina improved and preparations were complete, Zephyros wouldn’t be coming outside.

“But Boss, is it okay to work a mage this hard?”

“You need physical strength for any task. Isn’t that true for you as well?”

“That’s… true. But he’s also old, and if he suddenly dies…”

“That won’t happen. His heartbeat and mana flow have noticeably improved after training.”

“Ah.”

In the end, he had no choice but to nod at this situation.

Gilbert realized once again.

Boss has intentions behind everything.

Anyway, today’s meal was also very satisfying.

Just as the three were finishing their meal and about to return to their respective rooms.

“Teacher Ziel, are you there?”

Someone came to visit the Faculty Dormitory.

It was Department Head Berhal’s Teaching Assistant.

“What’s the matter?”

It was now late evening when all work was finished.

It wasn’t a time for sudden visits.

“The Department Head urgently wants to see Teacher Ziel.”

“The Department Head wants to see Boss… I mean, Teacher Ziel?”

“Yes. He told me to bring you quickly right now.”

There was no need for Gilbert to go call him.

Ziel was already standing behind them.

“Gasp, Boss. When did you get there?”

“I heard the sound of someone coming and talking to you.”

“Ah.”

So Ziel left with the Teaching Assistant.

The remaining Gilbert and Kelvin tilted their heads and speculated about the reason.

“What could it be?”

“M-maybe Master is, is…”

“Maybe?”

“P-Professor promotion?”

“…!”

Gilbert asked in surprise.

“Did you hear something?”

“The P-Professors were talking.”

“What did they say?”

“R-research paper!”

“Research paper…”

He gulped.

‘Right, that makes sense. Actually, he could be not just a Professor but Department Head, no, even Dean…’

Ziel’s abilities and achievements had already been proven.

He had already proven himself multiple times last year, and this semester he achieved the remarkable feat of leading the Second Years to victory in the exchange competition.

Truly unprecedented results!

Even outsiders would know.

That it makes no sense for underclassmen to achieve such results.

The Second Years winning the exchange competition had never happened once in Edelwein Academy’s history!

It wasn’t for nothing that various famous Knight Orders were now eyeing the current Second Years.

‘Is he moving up now?’

From what he heard, there were procedures for Professor appointments.

While formal teacher appointments were somehow possible, Professor was a different matter.

Even for Boss, it would be difficult to completely ignore all internal procedures.

‘Still, it’s fast.’

Anyway, if appointed as Professor, the ‘Organization’s’ range of movement would become much wider!

An unprecedented organization was already being formed with the recruitment of a 6th Circle mage, and this would add wings to it.

Gilbert voiced his newfound realization.

“Kelvin. Let’s show even greater loyalty to Boss.”

“I-I’m already doing that. A-are you not being l-loyal?”

“Greater loyalty! I said greater loyalty!”

“I-I’m definitely more loyal than you.”

“Ah.”

And at that moment.

“Teacher Ziel, I’m sorry for calling you at such a late hour.”

“Yes, it is quite late.”

“…”

Ziel indeed received a Professor appointment offer.

“Ahem. There are two things. One is good news, and one is bad news. Which would you like to hear first?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll hear them in order.”

“Understood. First, the good news… the path to appointment has opened for next year.”

“Is that so.”

Ziel’s heart fluttered slightly.

Professor appointment.

It was one of the goals he set when infiltrating Edelwein Academy.

One of the essential conditions for identity stability.

‘Good.’

He had heard that various requirements including the service period were quite complex and took a long time, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Have the conditions been relaxed?”

“More precisely, we’ve become able to change the regulations. It’s the Dean’s instruction. He seemed impressed by this exchange competition’s results, so he’s opened the path for promotion for faculty members with good skills and achievements.”

“I see.”

“You don’t seem very happy about it?”

“No. I am happy. My heart rate increased by about 10 beats per minute.”

“…What does that even mean?”

“My sympathetic nervous system was activated by external stimuli. As a result, my ventricular contraction frequency increased by 10 beats per minute, which is a significant variation compared to my usual resting heart rate. In other words, it means I’m happy.”

“…”

In any case, Ziel was truly happy.

“Ahem, anyway, there are three conditions. First. You must work for at least 2 years. Second. You must pass the thesis review. Third. You must have achieved results recognized by the evaluation committee.”

In reality, it was much more complicated.

You had to work for at least 5 years and have experience as an assistant professor or associate professor before appointment.

Or like Allix who handles First Years, you had to build sufficient experience at external institutions and have a position to match.

Ziel was neither.

But Ziel’s achievements had exceptionally changed those regulations!

“Teacher Ziel has achieved tremendous results. The victory in this exchange competition was particularly effective. Personally, last year’s Festa was also impressive.”

Ziel agreed.

He had worked hard and done his best at everything, but what he put the most effort into was last year’s Festa.

“So the Dean also judged that to properly treat such talent as quickly as possible, it would be right to improve some regulations. Actually… even without such regulations, I think it would be sufficiently possible.”

Anyway, a path had opened.

“Since your achievements are already sufficient, Teacher Ziel just needs to prepare a thesis. Since this is Sword School, you can choose a topic related to swordsmanship, and if you inquire with Professor Elcanto about thesis-related matters, he’ll inform you well. Excluding Professor Allix, he’s the most recently appointed.”

“Understood. When do I need to prepare it by? Would one week be sufficient?”

“…Pardon?”

Berhal let out a laugh of disbelief.

“It’s a minimum of 200 pages in standard paper format. On top of that, you need to research all citations, footnotes, and references and cite their sources. Research alone often takes not one week but one year.”

“There doesn’t seem to be any reason it would take that long.”

“….”

Berhal chose the easy way out.

“Anyway, you just need to submit at least one thesis. By October next year. It doesn’t matter if you submit it earlier.”

“Yes, understood.”

Being a professor was no joke of a position.

Merhen and Idel who got cursed at, and Elcanto who was once treated similarly, were all people who became professors through such procedures.

The most troublesome thing was indeed the thesis.

‘This isn’t something to take lightly, how could he possibly write it in one week?’

Berhal was certain that this time, things wouldn’t go as Ziel declared.

“Anyway, once you submit your thesis and pass the review, you’ll be formally appointed as a professor. You’ll receive treatment on a completely different level from now.”

Externally, Academy professor positions weren’t valued that highly, but that was only from the perspective of truly high positions.

In reality, Academy professors’ salaries were quite high, and they could receive various conveniences.

While it didn’t come with enormous prestige, there were still quite a few people who wanted to occupy such positions.

‘Actually, thanks to Teacher Ziel, our prestige has risen quite a bit.’

In fact, they were getting bites without even casting their fishing lines.

People asking if there were any vacant positions at Sword School.

In that context, Professors Merhen and Idel also seemed to be feeling concrete crisis recently.

“Yes. I’m looking forward to high salary and good benefits.”

Such honest expectations, so like Ziel!

“Someone like you can certainly receive proper treatment. You can look forward to that.”

When you think about it, they changed regulations for one person.

This was truly unprecedented special treatment!

No, when you think about it, it’s hard to even call it special treatment.

From the Academy’s standpoint, they had to do whatever it took to keep one person.

Of course, Ziel was someone who would follow proper procedures regardless.

“Oh, and the textbook matter also received good evaluation. Field expansion is also being implemented, so overall improvement in students’ skills should follow.”

“Yes, understood.”

And the main point was just beginning.

“Hmm. The professor appointment was honestly something I could have told you tomorrow. The reason I called you at this late hour is… this.”

Berhal sighed and held out two types of documents.

“The Dean approved this without discussing it with me.”

Official seals stamped on each document were visible.

“There’s an Imperial Palace seal stamped on them.”

“Yes. That’s exactly it.”

The title of the documents was as follows.

Edelwein Academy Transfer Application.

The seal stamped on top was from the Imperial Palace.

Rustle.

Turning the first page, two familiar names were visible.

“…Hah.”

Franz Valdrain.

Dietrich Valdrain.

They were princes of this Empire.

“Princes applying for transfer… What in the world….”

Pages turning with each sigh.

There was no change in Ziel’s expression.

It remained so until he finished turning through the last page, and even when he put down the documents and opened his mouth.

“These are transfer applications.”

“Yes. Transfer applications from His Imperial Highnesses the Princes.”

“You kept sighing, is there a reason?”

“That….”

Berhal was momentarily speechless.

Why ask about something so obvious?

Not just anyone, but Imperial Palace people, and potential heirs to the throne at that, were causing this commotion saying they wanted to transfer!

And their purpose was….

‘Anyone can see it’s this person!’

It was Ziel.

Giving up on trying to win over Ziel whose status was rising endlessly, they planned to come over here instead!

But Ziel looked completely unconcerned.

“Is the reason you’re sighing because it doesn’t meet regulations?”

“That’s… not it.”

All regulations were followed.

Transfer itself had become a dead letter, but it used to happen quite often before.

“Then there’s no problem with the transfer.”

“That’s true, but….”

Just when he was frustrated to the point of going crazy.

“There are no problems with transfer application qualifications. However, admission hasn’t been approved.”

“…!”

“Like the Telvir Academy transfer case I mentioned before, I will conduct an exam.”

Ziel didn’t care whether princes came or princes from other countries came, as long as they had the qualifications.

In other words-

“If they have the qualifications, transfer is possible, and if not, it’s impossible. In my grade, that is.”

This was consistent with saying he had no intention of accepting anyone who couldn’t pass, regardless of who came.

‘…It might be possible.’

Berhal’s eyes, which had only been sighing at the troublesome matter, showed interest.

Dare to refuse a prince’s admission?

It was impossible.

But what if the one refusing wasn’t just anyone else, but Ziel?

Berhal asked urgently.

“What kind of test have you prepared, Teacher Ziel?”

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