On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 312

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed Episode 312
Supplementary Classes (1)
A stalemate!
There was no other way to describe it.
Well, it was a rather strange way to put it.
If an actual battle had broken out, it wouldn’t matter—but not a single soldier from either Harmatan or Ligron had managed to swing a weapon even once.
Just one man.
The silver-haired man, Teacher Ziel Steelheart from the Academy, had blocked them with two sword strikes.
“What in the…”
The Harmatan soldiers were bewildered, of course, but the most confused person was undoubtedly Rangl.
The Ligron soldiers had been stopped in their tracks.
The Renfield soldiers that Ligron had brought along were mixed in as well.
‘Could it be… that was his intention all along?’
A sudden realization flashed through Rangl’s mind.
The Head Butler seemed to share the same thought, carefully opening his mouth beside him.
“Could it be that Teacher Ziel… intended to help us from the very beginning?”
“…”
It was utterly absurd, whichever way you looked at it.
A war was about to break out, and in the midst of it all—’supplementary classes’?
Something that defied all common sense!
Yet that very thing had halted the war.
Of course, Ziel’s overwhelming power was the reason behind it.
“I don’t claim to know all the rumors from beyond the mountain range, but judging from what Young Master Yurio occasionally mentions and other news that reaches us, he seems to be an extraordinarily remarkable person…”
To think he could carve the earth like that with a single sword strike.
“All the Master-grade individuals in this Empire know his name…”
Naturally, Ziel Steelheart was not among them.
But it seemed like one would need to be added now.
Yet even this didn’t solve the problem entirely.
‘If Ligron tries to push forward from here…’
With Renfield backing them, there would be knights of Master-grade or comparable skill.
If they had to face them?
There was no greater burden than this.
On the other hand, another thought occurred to him.
“Teacher Ziel is quite clever too.”
Well, that’s probably why he’s a teacher, but this was something else entirely.
“Indeed, Family Head. The justification is strange, but… it couldn’t be better in the current situation.”
Supplementary classes.
A preposterous reason.
Yet when you thought about it, there was no better justification than this.
On the surface, it was neither opposing Ligron nor aiding Harmatan.
I was simply conducting supplementary classes with my student.
In the process, it merely appeared that Ligron was the one creating the obstruction.
Of course, Ligron would consider it absurd, but justification is ultimately nothing more than what appears on the surface.
And there was one more thing.
A terrifyingly formidable military force was backing that justification.
“Uh, what do we do?”
“Don’t you see the dug-up ground? Enter and you die!”
“B-but if we don’t enter, that’s insubordination….”
The very fact that the private soldiers of each Family House hesitated despite being armed with loyalty was proof of this.
Even the knight who had boldly stepped forward and intimidated the soldiers didn’t dare approach.
‘A teacher? Conducting supplementary classes? But that level of skill… is that Master Grade?’
The battle that should have been raging by now had come to a complete halt!
“Hold your sword a bit higher. Yes, that point right there. Remember it. What did I say about the thrust movement?”
“Y-you said it starts from the toes, sir.”
“You’re remembering well. You apply power naturally starting from your toes. The force given from your toes travels through your legs and transfers to your upper body, then flows into your arms.”
“Yes, Teacher.”
Listening quietly, the lecture content was quite valuable.
‘The toes? A thrust starting from the toes….’
In any case, forced to remain still in this situation, I found myself listening, and strangely, it was a lecture that made me reconsider my own swordsmanship!
“Your swordsmanship still lacks form.”
“Like Delev and Celia?”
“Delev Kundel and Student Celia Rihart also lack form. They simply haven’t accumulated enough experience yet.”
“I see.”
“Starting from the second semester of second year, we’ll conduct classes where you develop the most suitable swordsmanship based on what you’ve learned so far. Consider this advanced preparation for now.”
“Yes!”
“Grip your sword again. Attack Gilbert. Upper section. A thrust that aims for the left while angling down into the lower section. When deceiving your opponent….”
Before long, the soldiers and knights of Ligron in the front lines, and even the Harmatan soldiers watching this absurd situation from behind, were gradually drawn into the lecture!
That was it.
Ziel was a teacher who taught well.
‘Forget it, whatever.’
Yurio couldn’t believe this ridiculous situation was continuing, but regardless, I concentrated.
It was Teacher Ziel’s class, after all.
The real problem lay elsewhere.
‘I understand the Boss’s intention, but….’
Gilbert harbored an ominous thought.
‘To block Ligron’s private soldiers, the class would… have to continue, wouldn’t it?’
Kelvin was thinking something similar.
‘An, an endless class…?’
A terrifying and dreadful imagination!
By the way, there were four days until the Council Leader election vote.
‘Before that, I just need to protect the voting rights, so that’s four days…?’
A teacher helps their students.
This single, utterly simple logic was shaking the very foundations of the Northern Council Leader election.
And so, when Ligron’s Family Head received this news, he shot to his feet.
“What? Supplementary classes?”
“Well….”
The messenger delivering the explanation was drenched in cold sweat.
Even he couldn’t make sense of the reason their advance had stalled.
“…So, this teacher of Yurio Harmatan’s told us not to interfere with supplementary classes?”
“Yes. And he possesses tremendous skill….”
“….”
For a reason entirely unforeseen, completely unanticipated, this otherwise flawless plan had encountered an obstacle.
Ligron’s objective was singular.
Seize Harmatan’s voting rights and bolster Renfield’s position!
If Renfield—who had stepped forward to establish a new order in the North—produced the Council Leader, then the Ligron Family could rise even higher.
But before they could even take that first step, an Academy teacher had suddenly appeared and grabbed them by the scruff of the neck.
“Did those Harmatan bastards pull some trick? Cowardly wretches….”
In any case, what mattered now was that their advance had been halted.
To seize the mansion and claim the voting rights, they had to enter it.
And according to the tradition of struggle, they should march boldly through the main gate and strike down all enemies.
That was the North.
“How dare they employ such tactics in this sacred struggle.”
The problem was that the tactic proved remarkably effective.
“It must be someone from the Harmatan side. Dispatch soldiers and send the Knights. Sweep them all away….”
“That’s one way to see it, but strictly speaking, it’s not the case, Family Head.”
“What?”
“He identified his affiliation as the Edelwein Academy Sword School.”
An official teacher of the Sword School.
While he did teach Yurio Harmatan, strictly speaking, he wasn’t affiliated with the Harmatan Family.
This made things somewhat awkward.
‘Which means we can’t just crush him with the Knights.’
Edelwein Academy.
Honestly, not a place to be particularly concerned about.
This was the North, after all.
But ‘Ziel Steelheart’ was a different matter entirely.
No matter how much the North isolated itself, rumors still drifted over the mountain ranges.
The North engaged in trade with other regions and existed within Imperial territory.
“From what I’ve heard, that teacher is quite skilled and has attracted the attention of numerous Great Families.”
“….”
“Moreover, he’s said to have even caught the Imperial Family’s attention.”
“Hmph.”
The intention was crystal clear.
Under the guise of supplementary classes, he was blocking the Ligron Family’s advance.
In other words, he was protecting Harmatan.
Truthfully, it was an absurd justification, yet the man called Ziel himself completed that justification through sheer overwhelming ability.
Dominating skill!
“…How could such a damned situation occur.”
Crack.
The armrest I’d been gripping shattered.
Just when Ligron’s long-cherished wish seemed finally within reach, this happened.
“Four days remain, Family Head. We must resolve this by then, no matter what.”
“I’ll go myself. Withdraw the troops for now.”
“Understood.”
Thus, Felix Ligron, the Family Head of Ligron, stepped forward personally.
‘These bastards….’
Felix was infuriated watching soldiers and knights alike standing vacantly, observing the ‘supplementary classes.’
“When you draw your sword, your upper body becomes exposed. The moment you raise it is the critical point. Either use that gap to draw your opponent’s attack, or don’t give them that gap at all.”
“Yes, Teacher!”
They were all absorbed in this honeyed lecture.
Unaware of such circumstances, Felix commanded the knights with a stern voice.
“Stand down.”
“Y-yes, Family Head.”
“I’ll speak with him directly.”
Yet Ziel didn’t even spare a glance at Felix, who approached the main gate.
“I am Felix Ligron, Family Head of Ligron.”
“Again. This time, lower stance. Don’t put strength in your legs.”
“This is the Northern Region. And Harmatan and our Ligron are currently in conflict. An outsider with no connection should leave now….”
“Again. I told you not to put strength in your legs, Student Yurio Harmatan.”
He wasn’t listening at all.
Anger flared again for a moment, but Felix suppressed it and stepped forward.
And just as two deep furrows in the ground came into view——
“I’m saying this for the third time. Don’t interfere with supplementary classes.”
When Felix looked up in surprise, Ziel had already drawn his sword.
And——
Crack-crash!
The ground before my feet split open.
It was right in front of me.
Perhaps the distance of a shoe tip and a single strand of hair.
A deep chasm opened with a sharp crack!
‘Th-this is absurd….’
“This is my final warning.”
The thought suddenly struck me.
Was a class really that important?
Important enough to split the earth itself if someone dared interrupt it in the midst of a conflict?
“Family Head! Are you alright!”
Felix Ligron had no injuries.
He had simply grasped one undeniable truth.
‘He is not an opponent I can face.’
Felix Ligron sensed it instinctively.
An opponent of a different caliber entirely.
Vastly, incomparably different.
Drawing a sword at invisible speed, unleashing invisible sword strikes that carved the earth itself—was such a thing even possible?
Felix Ligron belonged to the upper echelon of Expert rank.
Yet even he felt this vast chasm in ability.
So he cried out desperately.
“Why are you interfering in the struggle between two houses! That’s not how things work in the Northern Region!”
Hearing those words, Ziel responded flatly.
“I’m simply conducting supplementary classes.”
“But why here, why now—”
“Because it’s necessary.”
Ziel added.
“What matters to me is the class. Whether you struggle or not, do not interrupt my instruction.”
At those words, Felix Ligron found nothing more to say.
“F-Family Head. If this continues—”
Should we abandon all pretense of honor and slip through the back door?
No.
Since we’ve declared this struggle, we must assault the main gate with integrity.
‘Wait.’
A thought suddenly occurred to me.
‘He said not to interrupt the class.’
Wait.
That man is still human.
‘He won’t conduct classes all four days, will he?’
There will certainly be moments when he rests.
We strike then.
And at that moment, the justification shifts to our side.
We would be interrupting an ongoing conflict!
‘Excellent.’
Felix Ligron turned and issued orders.
“Station the troops right ahead and watch them. Wait for the moment he leaves his post.”
“Understood, Family Head.”
But that was a miscalculation.
“Pick up your sword again, Student Yurio Harmatan.”
“Yes, sir!”
One day.
“Student Yurio Harmatan, are you drowsy?”
“No, I’m not sleepy….”
“You just dozed off. Let me wake you.”
“T-Teacher?”
Two days.
“…T-Teacher.”
“It’s been four days now.”
Four days.
The supplementary classes continued without a moment’s rest or sleep.
“How on earth….”
Did they possess such inhuman stamina?
None of them even showed signs of exhaustion.
“Whenever they complained of fatigue, they would touch some point on their body with their fingers, and their stamina would revive….”
Felix grew desperate at this absurd report.
Only one day remained.
He had to steal the original by tomorrow morning at the latest.
There was no choice.
“…Send a letter to the Renfield Family.”
The Renfield Family Head.
He had no choice but to request aid from Amil Renfield, an unparalleled genius of the sword.
“F-Family Head. But….”
“If we leave things as they are, everything will fall apart.”
“….”
The situation was spiraling out of control.
All because of one person.
Ziel.

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