On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 315

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed Episode 315
Supplementary Classes (4)
A day had passed.
Harmatan, Ligron, Renfield, Lombard, and Bernstein—none of them made a move.
Nothing had changed.
Harmatan retained its voting rights, and not a single Ligron soldier had set foot in the Harmatan Mansion.
Lombard and Bernstein were equally powerless to act.
They had rushed here under the pretext of saving Harmatan, but there was nothing left to save.
The instructions that came belatedly from their families were these:
By any means necessary, secure Harmatan’s support.
The conflict between Ligron and Harmatan was already over, and there was no need to consider a clash with Renfield—contact Rangl Harmatan immediately!
And so contact was made…
“Huh?”
“What?”
Upon entering the mansion, I found Harmatan in conversation with a secondary lord from the Renfield side.
Ashur Renfield—the younger brother of Amil Renfield.
In simple terms, this was it.
The board had been flipped.
Ligron had failed to seize the voting rights.
Only a few hours remained until the Northern Council leadership election.
And so…
“I have heard your proposal. I shall give it careful consideration.”
“Indeed. I trust you will make a choice beneficial to both our families.”
Harmatan, which had feared family destruction mere days ago, now found itself courted by the Great Houses.
Ligron, by contrast, had been utterly abandoned.
“This won’t do—I shall speak directly to the Family Head myself!”
“I made it quite clear that I received instructions not to interfere.”
“Then what of our family! What are we to do!”
“That is not my concern.”
Fortunes reversed in a single day!
Ligron no longer mattered to any family.
They had failed to seize the voting rights.
Even Renfield had changed its mind.
There was justification for it.
A brief break.
Amil wiped the sweat from his brow as his younger brother Ashur handed him a towel.
“Thank you, Ashur. Teacher Ziel Steelheart—there is much to learn from him.”
“Is that so, Elder Brother? You seem quite pleased.”
“Indeed. I cannot remember the last time I sweated like this while receiving instruction from someone.”
Who was teaching Amil, one might ask.
A prodigy of unparalleled brilliance who reached Master Grade at such a young age!
Watching a genius who had defeated numerous masters more skilled than himself receive instruction with such enthusiasm was quite fascinating.
And Amil took it a step further.
“Could you bring Teacher Ziel to the Northern Region?”
“I cannot guarantee it, Elder Brother. As you well know, this is a harsh land. One softened by the comforts of the Capital would find it difficult to come north.”
“That’s how you see it, Ashur. But I believe Ziel is more suited to the Northern Region than anyone.”
“…Why do you see it that way?”
Just as Capital dwellers held vague prejudices about Northerners, the reverse prejudice existed as well.
“All those creatures south of the Mountain Range are weak, Elder Brother. Though Teacher Ziel’s skill is exceptional, would he truly welcome Northern life?”
“Then why do we Northern people not cross the Mountain Range and remain here?”
“….”
“People change with their environment, but there are those who remain strong regardless of circumstance. Just like that Teacher.”
In any case, Amil was deeply impressed by Ziel, and having received instruction from such a teacher provided the perfect justification for bringing Harmatan into Renfield’s shadow!
“I shall observe Teacher Ziel further myself. What of the matter with Harmatan?”
“They appear to be deliberating. As you can see, both Lombard and Bernstein have also come calling.”
“Minds think alike wherever you go.”
Now Ligron had fallen outside Amil’s interest.
He had intended to exploit Ligron’s long-standing grudge, but with circumstances as they were, it had become essentially useless.
The Northern Region was indeed a cold place.
“Family Head, Family Head! Please hear what I have to say….”
Amil glanced briefly at Felix, who cried out desperately, and issued an instruction.
“Ashur, go and conclude this matter properly.”
“Understood, Elder Brother.”
And Felix was forced to hear words he had never wished to hear.
“Family Head Felix Ligron, please return now. Though Renfield spared no support, regrettably it appears no longer possible to reclaim your voting rights.”
“This cannot be… What are we to do with our Family?”
“Regrettably, we must look to the future.”
“This matter… I shall remember it well.”
Felix did not simply retreat.
He vowed revenge for this turn of events.
For even a Minor Family could not withdraw so meekly!
That was the spirit of the Northern Region.
Thus another grudge was born.
Only grudges multiplied while old ones remained unresolved, and he had to depart.
“The Ligron matter has been settled.”
“We shall see someday. Whether in my lifetime, I cannot say.”
Amil did not dismiss it either.
Grudges in the Northern Region circulate endlessly.
Just as Renfield had done, yesterday’s Minor Family could become today’s Great House.
Ligron might be the same.
But that wasn’t the case now.
“What about keeping quiet?”
“It’s been handled well. At least until the voting concludes, this matter won’t leak out.”
“I see.”
Amil Renfield was, after all, still a student receiving instruction.
Therefore, news of his defeat to Teacher Ziel in a single strike must never spread.
Once he became Council Leader, he could bury everything, but before that, such a rumor would be fatal.
Now only one thing remained.
Securing the support of the Harmatan Family.
“We’ll fare better than Lombard or Bernstein, Elder Brother. Their Family Heads didn’t even come.”
Ashur Renfield whispered as he watched Lombard and Bernstein’s two Family Heads attempting to persuade Rangl.
“Or perhaps we could ask Teacher Ziel Steelheart for his support instead?”
“Hmm.”
Perhaps.
Would that man really do such a thing?
“Student Yurio Harmatan, don’t forget what you witnessed just now. It will play an important role in your growth.”
“Understood, Teacher. But Teacher… aren’t you tired?”
“Why would I be tired?”
“Well, you’ve been training us without rest for four days straight… and you even sparred with a Master Grade warrior.”
“There’s one flaw in what you said.”
“Sir?”
“I never sparred. I was teaching.”
“Ah.”
“Sparring is when both parties conduct themselves with courtesy and continue until one declares surrender or suffers defeat. This was training.”
Who in this world could claim to have trained a Master Grade Knight of the Northern Region?
‘Only Teacher could.’
And who could create such a situation?
Just days ago, the Family had been on the brink of ruin, yet now it found itself courted by three Great Families.
All of it was thanks to Teacher Ziel Steelheart.
‘How on earth can I ever repay such grace?’
The Teacher would undoubtedly deny it, claiming he’d merely conducted supplementary classes.
That was the kind of person he was.
Rangl was entertaining the same thoughts as Yurio.
“Head Butler, no matter how much I think about it, nothing comes to mind. You didn’t merely cover up the conflict… you completely transformed our Family’s circumstances.”
“…”
The Head Butler too could think of no suitable reward.
Honestly, giving the entire Family would be appropriate.
He had saved a Family that was meant to be destroyed!
‘The Family’s treasured Sword? No, I already gave that to Yurio. Then… perhaps the Armor left by our Ancestor? No, I need to give something actually useful to Teacher Ziel Steelheart.’
“Family Head, it seems you must decide which Family to support first.”
“Understood.”
While Rangl fell into a serious yet pleasant dilemma, I checked the time.
“That concludes the supplementary classes.”
And so, finally, four days of unlimited supplementary training came to an end.
“Ugh.”
“Haa….”
The moment Gilbert and Kelvin heard the announcement, they collapsed where they stood, while Yurio crumpled to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
Their physical strength remained intact.
But the moment they heard the dismissal, exhaustion crashed down upon them.
“All three of you worked hard.”
“Boss, so now we can finally rest….”
“No. The supplementary classes took longer than expected. We depart immediately.”
“…Sir, we won’t get any sleep then?”
“We’ll camp later. Rest then.”
Gilbert and Kelvin screamed silently in despair.
“Student Yurio Harmatan, you may rest.”
But Yurio couldn’t either.
The voting was about to begin.
With the family’s situation in such turmoil, he couldn’t possibly sleep.
“Um, Teacher Ziel. Are you leaving right away…?”
“I must conduct the next home visit. I’m going to see Student Lenoa Nihalis and the Family Head of Nihalis.”
The Nihalis Family was located far north from here, requiring considerable travel.
“Still, if you leave immediately, I’m afraid my father will be quite disappointed.”
“Is that so? But the schedule has fallen behind. It’s only proper to arrive at the promised time.”
“That may be true, but….”
Yurio glanced toward Rangl first, then carefully made a proposal.
“Um, Teacher. How about having a meal before you go? You haven’t eaten since the conflict started in Ligron.”
“….”
Gilbert and Kelvin’s ears perked up instantly.
“Boss. That’s right! We’re starving!”
“M-Master. My stomach is completely empty!”
Both were desperate.
They wanted to snatch even a moment of rest at the dining table under the guise of hunger.
I hesitated for a moment.
“The promised time….”
“You enjoy eating, Teacher. You’ll regret it if you don’t experience our family’s banquet.”
“….”
The Harmatan Family was poor.
But for Teacher Ziel, we would uproot the very foundations of our house if needed.
And I was already somewhat irritated with Ligron anyway.
Why?
Because you ruined the meal I was looking forward to!
Northern food that brings out the natural flavors of its ingredients!
Stew simmered for so long its taste becomes rich and deep.
Rough bread, yet with a flavor that lives and breathes.
That taste I kept remembering during four days of relentless training.
‘I want to taste it.’
Lingering on my tongue before fading into imagination—I finally surrendered to that phantom flavor.
“A single meal’s worth of time should be acceptable.”
“I’ll tell Father about it!”
Yurio nodded eagerly, seizing the moment!
But then.
“Student Yurio Harmatan.”
Ziel called him back with a solemn voice.
Yurio flinched.
‘H-he has to eat before leaving.’
I couldn’t let Teacher Ziel go like this.
Yurio hesitated before turning back, but ultimately did.
“Yes, Teacher.”
Ziel asked.
“Is there beer?”
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
“Elder Brother, it’s time for you to leave.”
“Mm. Time has already passed like this…”
“Teacher Ziel will be conducting ‘home visits’ in the Northern Region for a while. Let’s watch for an opportunity.”
“I’ll do as you say.”
A man to be coveted.
But right now, there was something far more important.
The Northern Council election—one I absolutely had to win.
Now I had one more reason to win.
Teacher Ziel Steelheart himself.
‘Only by winning the Northern Council election will I have the justification to make a proposal.’
A proposal made now and one made as the leader of the Northern Region would carry vastly different weight.
‘A position as an advisor to the Renfield Family? No, perhaps offering a high-ranking knighthood would be better.’
Amil’s purpose was simple.
To keep winning, always.
To bring a new wind to this Northern order that Lombard and Bernstein had divided between themselves!
And thus, to make the center of this Empire the Northern Region.
That was Amil’s purpose.
Therefore, he was absolutely necessary.
A path had opened before me.
The training hadn’t been long.
After all, I was Master Grade.
Yet, while receiving instruction from Ziel, I had every weakness in my swordsmanship pointed out and learned the methods to correct them.
Who would dare to recognize the flaws in a Master Grade swordsman’s technique, let alone point them out?
And to offer improvements on top of that—it was unthinkable.
But Ziel had done exactly that.
What’s more, I had accepted it.
“Elder Brother, and… are you truly certain about handing over that sword?”
“Northern People honor their promises.”
“Elder Brother, but seeing that sword in another’s hands…”
Ashur shook his head.
“Justification and reputation don’t come from the sword—they come from the wielder, Ashur.”
“…”
“A sword can always be forged anew. What matters is who swings it. If that blade gains renown in the hands of someone stronger, I couldn’t ask for more.”
“Elder Brother…!”
And then, at last, Ziel arrived.
“I’ve come for your sword.”
“It’s here.”
*Clink.*
Ziel drew the blade he’d received and examined it right there.
“The color of the sword blade is quite unique.”
“It has magic cast upon it. It absorbs the blood of those it cuts.”
“Is there any benefit gained from this absorption?”
“…I’m not entirely certain. I never received such an explanation. I discovered it by chance myself.”
“I understand. I’ll use it from now on.”
*Tap.*
Ziel slid the blade back into its scabbard and was about to leave when Amil asked.
“Where are you headed now?”
“To the Nihalis Family.”
“What business do you have there…?”
“I’m going to make a home visit.”
And suddenly, a smile appeared at the corner of Ziel’s mouth.
“But first, I’m going to eat.”
“Ah.”
“I plan to eat quite a lot. I’m hungry.”
“…”
“I’ll take my leave now.”
That was his parting words.
Amil and Ashur watched Ziel recede into the distance, murmuring blankly to themselves.
“Seems you were hungry….”
“Indeed….”
Two swords hung loosely from Ziel’s waist, swaying gently with each movement.

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