On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 313

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed Episode 313
Supplementary Classes (2)
Four Days of Endless Training!
Gilbert wanted to die.
Kelvin felt the same way.
He still couldn’t fathom what method I was employing.
A mere touch with the tip of my finger, and their stamina would surge back to life!
Hunger and nutrition were addressed with rations and water pulled from the backpack.
In other words.
They were barely clinging to life, rolling on the ground.
And this had gone on for four days!
‘How is he even enduring this?!’
He had hoped at least one of them would collapse, but Yurio, the most likely candidate, had proven surprisingly resilient.
Kelvin was holding out as well.
‘Only one day left, then?’
Tomorrow, the Northern Council voting would commence.
If Ligron failed to topple the Harmatan Family by then, the entire struggle would become meaningless.
The Boss was likely counting on that.
And by killing two birds with one stone—conducting training while simultaneously enhancing both his and Yurio’s abilities!
Not only had I frustrated Ligron’s advancing forces with genius-level strategy and overwhelming power, but also achieved extreme efficiency in the process!
Truly, that’s the Boss for you, one might say… but.
‘There’s definitely some deeper intention behind this.’
Perhaps from the prolonged training.
Gilbert’s muddled mind led him to another misunderstanding.
‘Could it be that the Boss is planting seeds in the Northern Region beforehand?’
That’s it!
Organization expansion.
That was exactly it.
There was no harm in preparing in advance.
Establishing a reputation here in the Northern Region first, drawing the attention of more people!
That was the Boss’s true intention.
‘As expected of the Boss…!’
Gilbert renewed his loyalty once more in his heart.
This wouldn’t do.
Despite the fog in his mind, he had to focus on training.
Strengthening his abilities now would prove invaluable to the Organization later.
And revenge against the Organization that had abandoned him—the Red Shadow!
‘You bastards, someday I’ll definitely…’
Gilbert’s sword grew sharper still.
Ziel observed this with an intrigued gaze.
“Gilbert, you’ve grown.”
“Really, sir?”
“Your blade is sharper than before. Something must have driven you forward.”
Indeed, what matters most in swordsmanship is one’s resolve!
“Continue growing at this pace, and you’ll reach Master Grade.”
“I’ll do my best, Boss!”
“See that you do.”
With that, Kelvin threw himself into training with even greater fervor.
And Yurio, caught up in the momentum, concentrated all the harder!
Of course, I had no grand designs about expanding the Organization.
I was simply pursuing efficiency.
A home visit that doubled as student protection and training to elevate both my subordinates’ and students’ abilities!
I had no interest in factional struggles.
Conflicts between noble families.
But I did care about my students’ safety.
And so this method was born!
“Student Yurio Harmatan, focus.”
“Y-yes, yes, Teacher! I-I just dozed off for a moment.”
“You haven’t reached your limit yet. You can push further.”
And through it all, Yurio grew stronger.
Four days of continuous training!
Without rest, reviewing and learning new techniques—his abilities naturally flourished.
‘Teacher Ziel truly is remarkable.’
Establishing direction in one’s swordsmanship.
Now I finally understood why that mattered so much.
“When you establish your direction, you come to understand the path you must walk to grow. One day, when you graduate from the Academy, you won’t have my guidance anymore. Think of this as learning how to cultivate yourself.”
“Yes, Teacher!”
Yet worry gnawed at me.
“Um, Gilbert, sir.”
“….”
“Sir?”
“Huh? Ah, ah. *cough*. Ugh.”
Gilbert wiped away the drool trickling from his mouth.
He had been asleep.
Dreaming sweetly.
He had been dreaming.
A dream where he became the second-in-command of an Organization that ruled the entire Empire!
The first-in-command was naturally the Boss.
“Why, why are you calling me?”
“I… I’ve never trained like this before.”
“This is our first time too…”
“A… Well, it should be fine later…”
Gilbert pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
“I once underwent sleep deprivation training under the Boss for about two days.”
“Y-yes, but…?”
“I slept for two days straight.”
“Ah.”
So it seemed I would sleep for four days.
“That’s when I learned humans could sleep for that long.”
“W-well then, please rest at our house.”
“The Boss wouldn’t allow it. He won’t accept anything except meals. And given the current situation…”
Situation aside, Ziel was a man who accepted nothing from parents unless it constituted a fair transaction.
Just as he had done with the Kundel Family before.
“Is that even possible…”
Rangl Harmatan, observing this, muttered blankly as though he had grown weary of being astonished.
It was the fourth day.
Not three hours, not thirty hours—the third day of instruction!
Though they rotated rest periods in between, the lessons continued nonetheless.
What was most astounding was Teacher Ziel.
While everyone else took turns resting, he never paused—the instruction simply went on.
‘Am I under some spell?’
A figure that transcended the ordinary bounds of human capability!
Was it not so?
Once one learned to sense and wield mana, they gained stamina and strength beyond ordinary people, or so it was said—but this exceeded even that consideration by an extraordinary margin.
Not a trace of fatigue showed upon him.
“That teacher… is truly remarkable.”
Instead, Rangl, the Head Butler, and the Harmatan knights and soldiers took turns resting.
They could not stand watch continuously.
“Just one more day remains, Lord Family Head.”
One day.
Just one more day of endurance, and the Northern Council voting would commence.
By Northern custom, all conflict would cease at that time.
Then Harmatan would survive.
“We have received an immense favor.”
Teacher Ziel would deny even that.
He would insist he had no involvement whatsoever.
Yet in some manner, compensation must be offered.
He wished to surrender the entire mansion if he could.
The Head Butler, perceiving this sentiment, responded with keen discernment.
“Once the conflict ceases, I shall seek a suitable means of repayment.”
“Understood.”
Rangl, too, had not remained idle.
“Family Head, messengers have arrived.”
He had seized the opportunity presented by the shifting tide of battle.
“Messengers from both Lombardt and Bernstein have arrived.”
He had informed both families of the situation.
They had refrained from intervening due to their reluctance to clash with Renfield.
While a single vote held immense value, the military vacuum created by antagonizing Renfield could potentially lead to electoral defeat.
However, now that Harmatan had a chance of holding out, the circumstances were decidedly different.
‘Ligron won’t abandon this.’
Ligron possessed two things: justification and grudge.
Even if the justification disappeared, I had to account for the possibility that Ligron would continue their assault.
Thus, I had prepared accordingly.
“Both families are… sending their armies to our side!”
The support of the two most powerful families in the Northern Region.
This was the true power of a voting right.
“All of this was created by Teacher Ziel.”
“Indeed, Family Head.”
And without Ziel, this would never have happened!
Hope had emerged.
Rangl, riding this momentum, even envisioned Harmatan’s revival.
Possessing a voting right yet forgotten by the Great Families.
But now that a formidable competitor like Renfield had appeared, Lombardt and Bernstein would no longer be able to ignore Harmatan, who held a voting right.
Now I only needed to choose between the two families.
However, one problem had arisen.
“Family Head!”
It was the Renfield Family!
“There—the Renfield Family’s flag…”
An army was approaching.
Even from a distance, the massive flag was unmistakable!
“Could it be the Family Head himself…!”
Only one person could wield such a colossal flag.
The Family Head himself.
Amil Renfield.
The very man who, through overwhelming Swordsmanship talent and political acumen, had elevated the Renfield Family to rival Lombardt and Bernstein.
He had come personally.
It was proof of just how fierce this Northern Council election had become.
In short, it was bad news.
“If Amil Renfield is taking direct action, the conflict may escalate, Family Head.”
Rangl immediately approached Ziel.
“Teacher, you can stop now.”
“I’m conducting supplementary classes.”
“The Renfield Family is coming! They’re one of the great families of the Northern Region!”
“What does that have to do with supplementary classes?”
Rangl pressed on desperately!
“Because it’s truly dangerous now!”
“It’s not dangerous.”
“It is dangerous! The Family Head is coming personally! We might even have to cross blades with someone of Master Grade!”
If he were at a level to contend with Master Grade, this entire area would be devastated, and perhaps both sides wouldn’t emerge unscathed.
“I’m not Master Grade.”
At Ziel’s answer, Rangl went blank.
‘Then is he at the highest level of Expert Grade?’
Ziel had meant the opposite, but there was no way to interpret it otherwise by common sense.
Yurio was also slightly flustered.
‘Teacher isn’t Master Grade?’
That was correct.
He was beyond that.
“Therefore, it doesn’t matter.”
“Teacher, I’m truly saying this for your sake. You’ve already done so much for us.”
Ziel tilted his head at those words.
“When you say ‘us,’ you mean the Harmatan Family, but I haven’t done anything for the Harmatan Family.”
“Even if you say that….”
“Let me say it again. I’m conducting supplementary classes.”
And Ziel drew his sword.
“W-wait, Teacher?”
Crack, slash!
The ground in front of Rangl’s feet split open.
Just like what Ligron’s soldiers had witnessed at the main gate!
“Y-you’re going this far?”
“I’m conducting supplementary classes. Do not interfere.”
Yurio’s mouth fell open as well.
Gilbert was moved to tears.
‘As expected of the Boss! He’s really committing to the concept!’
When you do something, it’s best to do it thoroughly.
Turning back to check Ligron’s reaction, they were equally astonished.
“No matter how important justification is, to go that far….”
While it was called justification, everyone knew that his actions were actually helping the Harmatan Family in substance.
But to do such a thing even to his ‘allies’!
This obsession with justification was the very epitome of the Northern Region!
That obsession with justification is exactly what the Northern Region is all about!
“If they do arrive, I’ll take different measures at that time.”
Rangl swallowed hard and retreated.
The Harmatan soldiers, who had been gradually relaxing, tensed once more.
The Knights who had rushed over hastily drew their swords.
It was a measure to protect the Family Head, but in this situation, it was a brilliant move.
With this, I had outwardly proven that I wasn’t helping either of the two families.
I was simply conducting supplementary classes.
“B-Boss. You’re quite certain, aren’t you?”
“Certain about what?”
“Well… never mind.”
“Focus, Gilbert.”
“Yes, sir.”
Truly goal-oriented!
It was something worth learning.
It didn’t matter who the opponent was.
‘But if it’s Amil Renfield… he seems Master Grade. Could the Boss defeat him?’
Of course, against the Boss.
And then, finally, Renfield’s army arrived before the Harmatan Mansion.
Their numbers were modest.
Approximately two hundred soldiers.
But the momentum emanating from Amil Renfield at their head was incomparable to Ligron’s.
“Family Head!”
Felix Ligron rushed forward urgently.
A scar running across his face.
Sturdy Northern-style armor.
And thick forearms and neck!
Amil Renfield, who embodied the perfect image of a Northern warrior in every aspect, glanced at Felix.
“Lord Felix. Matters are being delayed.”
“I-I apologize. Something entirely unexpected occurred…”
“Enough. I’ll handle it myself.”
Amil dismounted his horse with finality.
Time was of the essence in this urgent situation.
As Amil strode forward with long, purposeful steps, Ligron’s soldiers blocking the Main Gate parted to the left and right in perfect order.
This was Amil Renfield’s status.
The architect of Renfield’s current power!
“….”
And Amil came to a halt before the Main Gate.
He had noticed two deep furrows carved into the ground.
‘So this is what was written in that letter…’
Then his gaze fell upon the Silver-Haired Man.
The level is unmistakable.
Master Grade.
“Are you Teacher Ziel Steelheart of Edelwein Academy? I’ve heard the rumors.”
Rather than answer, Ziel continued his lesson.
“This is the Northern Region. The sacred struggles between noble families take precedence over Imperial law—it is an ancient tradition of these lands. I hear you are an official teacher of the Academy, but if you obstruct our struggle with such absurd justifications, you will come to regret it greatly.”
Amil had chosen the direct approach.
“This is my final attempt at persuasion, Teacher Ziel Steelheart. If you do not withdraw….”
Amil gestured behind him, his warning sharp and cutting.
“Renfield will trample this entire mansion. If you withdraw now, I swear we will lay no hand upon you and your companions. Furthermore, I shall invite you to my family estate in the future and treat you with all the courtesy befitting a guest. Should you desire it, the Renfield Family can even provide support to the Academy itself.”
It was quite a sweet offer of persuasion.
“It would be wise to cease meddling in the affairs of the Northern People and make a prudent decision….”
“I’m conducting supplementary classes.”
Yet Ziel remained unmoved.
“I have already warned you multiple times. Do not interfere.”
“Hmph.”
Amil realized it was futile and finally drew his sword.
“Ooh!”
“That… that is the Renfield Family’s ‘Bloody Moon’…!”
A sword blade stained crimson as if drenched in blood!
It was a blade that carried the very history of Renfield itself.
Legend has it that the sword blade, forged from ore of unknown origin, absorbs blood with each enemy it cuts down.
With this blade, Amil had cut down hundreds, thousands of foes to build the Renfield of today.
And now that blade was pointed at Ziel.
“L-Lord Family Head. At this rate….”
Harmatan found himself in a dire predicament.
Yet no one in Harmatan could stand against Amil.
Not Family Head Rangl, nor even Yurio, who was called a genius—they were far too young.
But Yurio stepped forward.
“This is Harmatan territory! If you take even one step further, prepare yourself for death!”
Those words, which embodied the spirit of Harmatan, stirred Rangl’s heart.
“All forces, prepare for battle.”
“Yes, sir!”
Rangl drew his sword and stepped forward as well.
And then.
“That blood scent is quite potent.”
Ziel showed interest in the blade.
It was not as fine as a sword forged from the Ether River, but it seemed reasonably serviceable.
“A decent sword, I’d say.”
Even as Ziel unexpectedly showed interest in the blade, Amil pressed on with unwavering resolve.
“I give you one final warning, Teacher Ziel Steelheart. I hope this blade does not have cause to cut you down.”
“You know well. That won’t happen.”
“…?”
Amil’s bewilderment at the strange manner of speaking was brief.
“Words aren’t getting through.”
Amil made his decision.
Justification?
This was the Northern Region.
Justification mattered, but above it always existed power.
Overwhelming power ultimately created justification.
The reason Ligron had been struggling all this time was because he lacked power.
“Student Yurio Harmatan. Step aside.”
“Teacher. This is our Family’s….”
“No, it’s my concern as a teacher. My class is being interrupted.”
Before Yurio could even retreat, Ziel stepped forward.
At the same moment, Amil approached.
“Learn through death the folly of meddling in Northern affairs.”
Amil intended to end everything in a single strike.
From what I could tell, my opponent was also Master Grade.
The fight couldn’t drag on.
‘I’ll finish it in one blow.’
I was confident.
A chance to demonstrate that a Master Grade from the harsh Northern Region operated on a different level entirely.
If all went well, this would be the perfect opportunity to elevate Renfield’s prestige even further….
“Student Yurio Harmatan, and pay close attention.”
“Yes?”
“We’re still in supplementary class. Focus on what’s about to unfold.”
Ziel continued his “lesson” even as a Master Grade’s honed killing intent loomed before him!
“I’ll teach you how to counter an opponent’s Single Strike—one that carries everything they have.”
In that moment, Amil laughed in disbelief.
“He’s insane.”
And with that, he charged forward—
Shing.
Ziel’s sword was drawn.
In that instant, a blade light sharper and colder than the Northern Region’s snowy plains flashed.

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