On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 314

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed Episode 314
Supplementary Classes (3)
No one realized what had just happened.
At least not for about five seconds.
Amil Renfield drew his sword first.
And charged forward.
Ziel drew his sword only after that.
No one acknowledged Amil’s defeat.
A young swordsmanship genius.
His skill was recognized even in this harsh Northern Region.
With that skill combined with political acumen, he had elevated the Renfield Family to its current standing.
That was no small feat.
So no one doubted it.
Amil’s victory.
“Ugh.”
A scream escaped.
Of course it had to be that fool Ziel from the Capital screaming.
Once the blade made contact, the Bloody Moon would drain all the blood from him in an instant, so blood would gush out belatedly.
“It’s over.”
Felix smirked.
Now the Harmatan Family was finished.
The voting rights belonged to Ligron.
The years of oppression, the long-held grudges, the days spent relegated to the countryside even within the Northern Region—all of it was finally over.
“…Family Head.”
Rangl fell into despair.
It wasn’t because the Family was ruined.
“Teacher…
It was because the benefactor who had worked so hard for him was meeting such an end.
‘I will fight to the very last.’
My resolve hardened further.
The battle that would unfold from now on was not merely for the Family.
Since it was also a battle for Teacher Ziel, I would fight until the very end…
“Family Head.”
“Head Butler, take Yurio and—”
“Family Head, look, look!”
In that moment, Rangl doubted his own eyes.
He was staggering.
Not Ziel—
“Ah, Family Head Amil!”
“Family Head!”
Amil Renfield.
‘What just happened? How is this possible?’
Amil couldn’t believe it.
He had definitely swung his sword.
Charging forward.
Yet what was this?
His armor’s chest plate was split open, blood pouring from the wound.
He’d been cut.
But he hadn’t seen it.
“Did you see it? Student Yurio Harmatan.”
“…W-what?”
“Did you see that?”
“How could I possibly see that…”
Even though he’d been behind me, it had happened in the blink of an eye.
Before anyone could react, the sword was already sheathed, and Amil staggered backward. The Teacher’s blade was stained with blood, and crimson droplets fell from Amil’s chest.
“You didn’t see it.”
Ziel regarded Amil with an air of disappointment as he spoke.
“My student says he didn’t see it. Will you come again?”
“…”
Amil couldn’t even formulate a response.
No, he hadn’t even heard the question.
“How exactly…”
He was simply bewildered.
By this incomprehensible situation!
“I evaded and cut.”
“But how…”
“I evaded well and cut well.”
“…Are you a Secret Arts User?”
“Everyone asks that. No.”
Ziel added.
“You were simply slower than me. That’s why you couldn’t cut me, and why I cut you.”
“Ah.”
A sigh escaped.
Not just Amil, but Gilbert sighed as well.
What an infuriatingly casual way to speak when you’re on the receiving end of hostility!
“Will you come again? Since my student says he didn’t see it. By the way, if you intend to participate in the class, I won’t consider it a disruption.”
“Insane…”
A perfectly appropriate reaction!
“D-did Teacher Ziel just win? Right?”
“It…seems that way.”
Rangl, the Head Butler of the Harmatan Family, and the Harmatan soldiers and knights all gasped in shock.
If this side was reeling, the opposite side was in even greater turmoil.
“Family Head Amil… was defeated?”
“That’s impossible!”
“That bastard definitely used some absurd scheme…!”
Regardless, a Secret Arts technique capable of felling a Master Grade practitioner was undeniably impressive.
As a result, the party involved felt as though he were dying.
‘What do I do?’
Defeated in a single strike.
An undeniable fact.
But I couldn’t acknowledge the defeat.
The weight of those words and the consequences they would bring were even more evident than the fact of my defeat.
Any Family Head is the symbol of their House!
If it became known that Amil Renfield—not even from the same Northern Region, but from some obscure Family whose name I’d never properly heard—had been defeated by a man of unknown origin…!
‘The Council election is finished.’
A tremendous upheaval would occur.
“Family Head, your wound…”
“Step aside.”
Amil gritted his teeth and straightened his posture.
I absolutely could not lose.
The moment I lost, everything I had built would crumble!
Ziel, observing this, asked.
“Will you continue participating in class?”
“Class…”
“It would be quite beneficial for my student.”
A sudden flash of inspiration!
‘If I can’t win, can I make it look like a class instead?’
An unconventional and illogical judgment, but this entire situation was abnormal to begin with!
And so Amil nodded.
“Class, understood.”
If I ‘lose’ here, I could forfeit all support for Renfield.
But if I conclude it at this point, the narrative changes somewhat.
Amil made his position clear.
“It is not a defeat. I found his abilities intriguing and wished to see how well we matched.”
“…”
Of course, it was difficult to accept, but what truly mattered was the justification.
This was the Northern Region!
Exercising one’s intellect before strength was no cause for shame.
Amil was indeed a strategist.
“Student Yurio Harmatan. Pay close attention this time. I’ll slow my speed somewhat.”
Thus began the peculiar situation of a Master-Grade practitioner participating in supplementary classes.
“Are you… planning to continue fighting?”
“The atmosphere feels somewhat different, doesn’t it…”
Then Amil drove the final nail into the coffin.
“Fascinating Swordsmanship. I wish to learn from you.”
“Learning is important for everyone.”
Ziel played along!
Felix was bewildered by how strangely the situation was unfolding.
“Ah, what is Family Head Amil doing right now?”
“Well… it seems like he’s taking a class…”
“A class? You’re saying this is a class right now…”
Felix still didn’t understand.
That the Ligron Family had fallen outside Amil’s interest.
A desperate measure chosen because he refused to acknowledge defeat!
That was the result before them now.
“Wait.”
Ziel raised his hand briefly to pause the lesson.
Amil flinched.
‘S-suddenly?’
Was he about to refuse to teach…
“You are someone I do not know, Family Head Amil Renfield.”
“W-well…”
“Therefore, you must pay tuition.”
“…!”
Amil was taken aback.
Tuition, all of a sudden?
“When Kelvin first met me and received instruction, he paid tuition as well.”
“I-I see…”
“Since you are Master-Grade, it will be expensive.”
Amil was in no position to refuse right now.
But he didn’t realize.
That Ziel’s gaze was fixed upon Amil’s Sword.
“That Sword will suffice.”
“W-what did you just say? This Bloody Moon…”
“You are Master-Grade. It cannot be easy for you to receive instruction from someone stronger than yourself, can it?”
Faced with logic that was flawless in every respect, Amil’s words caught in his throat.
But this was a Family Heirloom.
A Sword that symbolized the glory of the Renfield Family, built up across his generation.
‘…Damn it all.’
Had he been targeting this Sword from the very beginning?
In truth, Amil was in no position to refuse.
If I backed down now, I would be nothing more than someone defeated by a Single Strike.
‘Damn it.’
Justification mattered.
And Amil was the sort of man who could willingly sacrifice his own gains for such justification.
“I understand. I shall do as you ask. I will surrender this Sword.”
“Mm.”
It would be no exaggeration to say that this principled decision had forged the Renfield of today.
And if I could only gain enlightenment….
‘A mere Sword at that.’
The memory of my skill improving after reaching Master Grade felt distant now.
I had merely accumulated experience.
Perhaps this was an opportunity to glimpse a path beyond that.
“However, I shall surrender this Sword only after all classes have concluded. That is my condition.”
“Understood.”
Ziel nodded with satisfaction.
And Gilbert marveled at it.
‘To gain something so valuable so effortlessly!’
‘It, it looks so expensive….’
With this, Ziel had become the new master of a Sword carrying the history of the Renfield Family.
“And.”
“Another condition?”
An awkward answer came in response to Amil’s somewhat displeased question.
“You’re bleeding. It will interfere with supplementary classes.”
“Ah… I shall summon the Servants at once for Hemostasis.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
Ziel approached and, before I could stop him, sliced through a section of my Armor with a Dagger.
‘How is he doing this so easily?’
If it had been cut by a Sword, that would be one thing.
But a Dagger—and the Armor simply parted with a soft scraping sound!
Ziel inserted his fingers into the exposed gap.
And remarkably, the bleeding stopped.
“How are you… doing that?”
“I just do it.”
“Can I, I also do it?”
“You can’t.”
“Ah.”
“Gilbert. Medicine.”
“Yes, Boss!”
Gilbert rushed over and handed him the Medicine.
“Ah, even medicine….”
Amil Renfield remained still.
Ziel tilted his head at the sight.
“Were you hoping I’d apply it for you?”
“Hm?”
“Apply it yourself. It’s quite tedious work.”
“….”
Amil Renfield took the medicine and applied it.
The effect was quite remarkable.
Never did I expect to receive medicine and apply it myself.
“Th-thank you.”
Now, about this “Boss” business.
‘I heard he was a Teacher… Could he be affiliated with the underworld?’
Surely he couldn’t be part of the Dark Brotherhood.
“Class begins now. Student Yurio Harmatan, Gilbert, Kelvin—all of you pay close attention. The realm you must all traverse lies before you in this man.”
“Yes, Teacher!”
“Yep, Boss.”
“Yes, Master!”
As their spirited responses echoed, Amil Renfield felt a sudden unease.
‘A realm to traverse, not to attain?’
“All of you can become stronger than this man. Follow my instruction carefully.”
“….”
My mood soured slightly, yet I could not refute it.
Why was that?
It felt as though his words held no falsehood.
“Attack me, Family Head Amil Renfield.”
“Ah, understood.”
Amil Renfield drew his sword.
The wound across my chest, freshly treated, throbbed with pain, yet it mattered little.
What mattered was extracting the best possible outcome from this situation!
“I’m coming.”
An peculiar class was underway.

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Lombard.
Bernstein.
The two Houses seized this opportunity to secure a single vote and rushed to the Harmatan Mansion without hesitation.
While the Family Heads themselves hadn’t come, their sons—who could be considered acting heads—had arrived at the Harmatan residence.
Their objective was straightforward.
Aid the Harmatan Family in obstructing the conflict between Renfield and Ligron, and secure the Harmatan Family’s support.
Yet, what was this?
“What is Family Head Amil Renfield doing over there…?”
“Is that… Sparring?”
Upon arrival, they witnessed a peculiar sight.
Amil Renfield.
The Renfield Family Head was inside the Harmatan Mansion’s main gate….
“Again. When you struck the upper section, your hand trembled ever so slightly. It doesn’t seem to be from your injury.”
“Huff, hah.”
He was receiving instruction.
From a silver-haired man of strikingly refined appearance.
“Is that person… that Teacher Ziel Steelheart?”
Both had grasped the situation through the letter they’d received from Rangl.
They roughly understood who Ziel Steelheart was.
Yet they hadn’t realized he possessed the skill to ‘teach’ Amil Renfield, who had reached Master Grade, so effortlessly.
“Family Head Amil Renfield appears to be giving his all… yet how is he handling this opponent so lightly?”
The situation was unfolding strangely.
The two acting heads had envisioned a simple plan: arrive and win the Harmatan Family’s favor by any means!
Yet now, observing this….
‘There’s nothing for me to do?’
‘Ligron isn’t even able to attack right now?’
There was nothing to do upon arrival.
Ordinarily, they should have created a standoff between the Ligron-Renfield alliance and the Harmatan Family to protect the latter’s voting rights.
But what was this spectacle?
“When you execute the strike, the axis of your wrist is misaligned, is it not?”
“Indeed. Adjust it by approximately five degrees. To the left.”
“To the left… understood.”
“The difference will be stark. As someone of Master Grade, you’ll comprehend it.”
Amil even appeared to be receiving genuine instruction.
Not for show, but truly!
‘What level of skill does this man possess… exactly?’
After observing the Swordsmanship he wielded for but a moment, he offered improvements on the spot!
And they were remarkably precise.
Just as Teacher Ziel had stated, when Amil adjusted his wrist axis five degrees to the left, the force behind his strike transformed entirely.
“So it really was true….”
“You didn’t believe me?”
It wasn’t a matter of belief or disbelief—the situation itself was proof enough.
A grotesque circumstance born from justification!
I had assumed the other party thought the same.
A scheme of sorts to protect Harmatan from Ligron and Renfield.
Yet it truly was a ‘class’.
‘How is someone like this an Academy Teacher?’
A question anyone would feel after experiencing Ziel even briefly!
Amil Renfield was even feeling awe alongside it.
‘Perhaps the beginning of the Organization’s expansion in the Northern Region is… Renfield?’
In the midst of all this, Gilbert had come to understand everything as the Boss’s design.
Organization expansion!
Using training, home visits, and travel as pretexts, but in reality, it’s the beginning of seizing control of the Northern Region!
‘Exactly, there’s no way the Boss would come to this Northern Region for just such reasons!’
Of course, those reasons were important too, but for such reasons, the things being done here were all extraordinarily significant.
Diving into the Northern Region’s struggle, finding appropriate justification, and even winning over a heavyweight like Amil Renfield in the process!
“Teacher Ziel, what exactly is your skill level? You’re Master Grade, aren’t you?”
“I’m not Master Grade.”
“That can’t be….”
“That’s right. I’m not Master Grade.”
Hearing that I wasn’t Master Grade, Amil asked carefully.
“Then, are you truly not a Secret Arts User?”
“No.”
If I’m neither a Secret Arts User nor Master Grade, then what am I?
While Amil fell into confusion, Felix behind him was swallowing back tears.
“It’s the Family Head’s orders. He told us not to approach.”
“At this rate, we won’t be able to seize the Harmatan Family—what are we supposed to do!”
But the situation was crystal clear.
Everyone was pretending not to know, and it would never become known, but Amil had been defeated.
By this Teacher Ziel.
Everyone understood well that he was doing this to preserve what little face remained and avoid further losses.
Only Felix and the Ligron Family below him felt the anguish of knowing!
‘At this rate, only our Family will be abandoned!’
Ligron had been abandoned by Renfield.
And now….
“Family Head, the armies of Lombard and Bernstein have drawn near.”
“Damn it all….”
Two additional Great Families had joined in.
Ligron had nothing left to do.
‘How did things end up like this?’
The reason was simple.
A single person.
It was because of Ziel, who had crossed the Mountain Range from the Capital.
“Take up your sword again, Family Head Amil Renfield.”
“Ah, understood.”
“This time, the Lower Stance. Student Yurio Harmatan, observe carefully how to defend using the Lower Stance.”
That very person who was now instructing Amil, whose status was so elevated.
The board of the Northern Council election was beginning to shift.

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