On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 323

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed Episode 323
Beer Fanatic (1)
“W-our mother?”
“Yes, I’m curious about your mother.”
“Out of nowhere?”
“You have many siblings, after all.”
….
Gilbert and Kelvin were bewildered.
The resident who had been trying to escape was equally taken aback by the question.
‘…Is he threatening us by bringing up family?’
A question that made absolutely no contextual sense!
Yet Ziel was genuinely curious.
‘A truly great mother.’
“Is this bastard a bit off in the head? Listen, you’re an outsider, right? What kind of nonsense are you spouting all of a sudden?”
“I was just asking out of curiosity—why are you reacting like that?”
“That’s exactly why we’re confused about why you’re asking about our mother!”
“Is it not allowed to ask?”
….
The absurdity escalated further.
“…She passed away. Five years ago.”
“I see.”
“Oh my.”
“Good heavens….”
The atmosphere grew solemn.
As a result, untold stories spilled forth.
“I…I joined the Brotherhood for that very reason….”
“Benson! You don’t need to say any more….”
“To take revenge on those who killed my mother! The Nobles are my enemies!”
“Benson…!”
At that moment, Ziel tilted his head.
“So you’re the youngest member of the Brotherhood?”
“…What? There are other youngest members. They’re in training right now.”
“Then you have multiple mothers?”
“Now look here, this guy’s been acting strange since earlier….”
Whoosh!
Benson could no longer contain himself and lunged forward, while Gilbert inwardly mourned.
As expected.
“Gack.”
Ziel seized him by the scruff of his neck.
“Benson!”
He struggled and thrashed, trying to break free, but it was futile.
“I merely asked a question, yet you attack me. Is the subject of Mother particularly sensitive for you?”
“Gasp, cough….”
“I read it in a book. The word ‘Mother’ can evoke painful and sorrowful memories for some.”
Gilbert sighed.
“Boss, these men each have their own mothers.”
“Didn’t you call yourselves a Brotherhood?”
“That’s merely a figurative expression. It means you’re as close as brothers, something like that….”
“I see. I was mistaken then.”
Ziel had finished speaking before realizing his misunderstanding.
Of course, there was no apology.
Instead, a new curiosity arose.
“Lertrang said this was your territory. What happened here?”
“Gasp, cough.”
“Speak. You need to drink beer.”
The moment I released his throat, Benson scrambled backward in panic.
“Benson! Are you alright?”
“Huff, cough. Huff… That bastard dared to lay hands on our Brotherhood!”
Moments later.
“P, please, I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you! Just this dagger….”
“Next time, I’ll ask which finger to cut off.”
“I’ll tell you!”
Ziel lacked no information.
If he didn’t know, he extracted it.
The information he obtained was straightforward.
“This is quite a significant matter in the Northern Region. An underworld faction has completely seized control of an entire Family Territory.”
“The, the Family Head was even, imprisoned….”
The Lertrang Family had been taken over by the Dark Brotherhood.
Two months prior.
The Dark Brotherhood infiltrated various locations throughout the Lertrang Family Territory and rapidly expanded their influence.
One month ago.
Finally, the Dark Brotherhood’s Main Organization relocated to the Lertrang Family.
And approximately two weeks ago.
The Lertrang Family fell almost entirely under the Dark Brotherhood’s control.
“Aren’t they insane?”
That was the normal reaction, at least.
Even the village residents had joined in, nodding vigorously.
“To dare seize control of a Noble Family—they must be mad.”
“Y, yes, that’s right.”
But Ziel was somewhat different.
‘There’s always a reason behind one’s actions.’
Ziel asked without prejudice.
“You must have had your reasons. Why did you do it?”
However, these two were low-ranking members.
Not quite the youngest, but they didn’t know all the precise internal affairs of the Brotherhood.
“W-we don’t know much… You should ask the executive level…”
“I see. Where are they?”
“….”
Naturally, they shouldn’t have revealed anything, but the two low-ranking members eventually broke.
“If you go toward the Mill… they’re there.”
“What’s his name?”
“It’s Rohak…”
“Understood.”
Ziel asked one final question.
“Where can I drink the Lertrang Family’s beer?”
This was actually the core reason.
Why else would I have come all the way to the Lertrang Family in the distant East?
To taste the beer renowned throughout the Northern Region.
“W-we can’t drink it right now.”
“Why not?”
“Our Brotherhood is controlling beer production…”
“….”
Ziel’s eyebrows twitched.
Gilbert sensed it immediately.
‘This is bad…’
The Boss had come all this way with the sole intention of drinking beer.
And now he couldn’t?
“Why are you controlling it?”
“T-to make money…”
The Lertrang Family’s beer was famous.
There were actually people who considered the Lertrang Family’s beer the finest.
Since the Northern Region was so renowned for beer, disputes over which was the best weren’t uncommon.
In the West, it was Harmatan.
In the East, it was Lertrang.
Everything else was beer from other families like Oros or others.
Since the Lertrang Family’s beer sold so well, the Brotherhood that controlled the family had no intention of letting it slip away.
“I don’t like this.”
Ziel had planned to drink at least dozens of bottles before leaving!
Finally feeling ‘anger’, he asked.
“Where is the Mill?”
The Dark Brotherhood had made Specter their enemy.
All because of a single beer.

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The Mill was an important facility in every village.
Since the mill itself was an expensive machine, most villages charged a usage fee and shared it communally.
For the Dark Brotherhood, which controlled the village, occupying this Mill was almost inevitable.
“The income is quite decent. At this rate, we’ll be able to rake in a proper amount before we disappear.”
“Even when we doubled the price, they still pay it—guess we really do scare them, huh? Hehehehe.”
Wickedly, the Brotherhood had doubled the Mill’s usage fees.
Either way, people needed bread to survive, so they had no choice but to pay.
Thanks to this, the executives’ pockets were absolutely bulging.
“But what are we going to do with this pittance we’re scraping together? That’s my fundamental question. Why come all the way out to the East for this?”
“Big Brother must have some deeper purpose. Let’s wait and see. Who knows? Maybe he’s planning to use this place as a base to control the entire Northern Region?”
While the executives were lost in such grand dreams, still counting their money.
Bang.
The door opened.
“Are you the executives of the Dark Brotherhood?”
“…What?”
The Brotherhood’s executives rose with snickers, as if to say they’d seen every kind of lunatic.
“Are you insane? Do you have any idea what situation you’re in?”
“Hey, maybe he came to join us?”
“Oh, is that it? You heard about us?”
Regardless of their snickering, Ziel asked.
“Where’s the beer?”
“What?”
“I’m asking where the Lertrang Family’s beer is.”
“Why are you looking for beer? Hey, who are you anyway?”
As one executive moved to approach, the other stopped him.
“Hey, hey. We’re bored anyway, so why not? Hey, beer? We already drank all of it.”
Pointing with a chuckle, there was indeed an empty beer barrel in the corner.
“It was delicious as hell. That’s Lertrang beer for you, right?”
“Incredible. Ahhh. The cool sensation hitting the back of your throat like that…”
Gilbert nudged Kelvin’s arm.
“Hey. Those guys seem to be messing with him.”
“Y-yeah, they seem to be.”
The Boss wasn’t someone who fell for provocation.
He wasn’t someone who reacted even when mocked.
After all, how many people in the world could even mock Ziel in the first place?
But this was different.
You’re mocking the Boss like that, when he came running just for that one barrel of beer?
“I pray for your souls, friends.”
The moment Gilbert’s murmur ended, Ziel opened his mouth.
“So you were mocking me just now.”
“Oh! How did you know?”
“You pointed at the beer barrel. You knew I wanted to drink beer very much.”
“Oh… You wanted it that badly?”
“Yes.”
Ziel approached them.
Even then, the two executives failed to grasp the gravity of the situation.
“Vomit.”
“Huh?”
Smack!
Moments later.
“Bleeegh.”
“Cough. Hack.”
Ziel observed the substance splattered across the ground and nodded.
“What’s been vomited up can’t be consumed.”
“…Boss.”
“I need an untouched barrel of beer after all.”
Watching the Boss state such an obvious fact, Gilbert suddenly understood.
‘He did that on purpose….’
Ziel appeared to be quite angry.
“Th-thank goodness it ended at th-that level.”
“I agree.”
They had mocked the Boss—who was already desperate for beer—with an empty barrel?
At least it was fortunate that it ended with them regurgitating what was inside.
“Y-you bastard, do you know who we are….”
“We are the Dark Brotherhood… bleeegh.”
Gilbert suddenly asked.
“But Boss, their stomachs weren’t hit, so how are they vomiting?”
“I touched the point that triggers vomiting.”
“There’s such a point on the human body?”
“There is. I know it.”
“I… wouldn’t know, sir.”
The mysteries of the human body—or rather, the mysteries of the Boss—were truly profound.
“Every time something passes down their throat, they’ll vomit. They’ll suffer from dehydration, their bodies drained of fluids as they teeter on death’s edge. Now answer.”
Getting punched in the stomach would have seemed preferable.
Continuous vomiting for an extended period!
In the end, the executives surrendered.
“Well, all the beer barrels should be at the Lertrang Family Mansion….”
“Our high-ranking executives are at the Brewery, so if you head there….”
I had obtained the information I needed.
“We move.”
“P, please spare us….”
“Why should I?”
“I answered… gwaaack.”
“I never said I’d restore you to normal if you answered.”
Kelvin muttered quietly.
“It, it would be better to just kill him….”
Gilbert nodded in agreement.
A merciful death would be far kinder than this.
“N, no….”
“S, save me….”
My destination was now the Lertrang Family Mansion.
Nothing seemed capable of stopping Ziel.
And so we arrived before the Lertrang Family Brewery.
The scale was quite impressive.
“Boss, this won’t cause problems, will it?”
“These bastards halted beer production and monopolized it, making them villains. Eliminating villains is actually praiseworthy.”
“Ah….”
For some reason, I felt pity for the Dark Brotherhood.
What underworld organization openly occupies an entire Noble Family like this?
Succeeding at such a feat is truly remarkable.
Yet that remarkable achievement was crumbling because of a single person.
The reason itself was incomprehensible from any ordinary perspective.
‘All this over a single beer….’
Gilbert suddenly froze.
‘Wait, is beer just an excuse? Could there be another reason?’
Beer was merely a hastily fabricated pretext!
‘That’s it! The Dark Brotherhood itself was far too crude as an organization. The Boss’s true objective was controlling the underworld all along!’
Controlling the underworld!
When you think about it, that’s an extremely important matter.
The Boss’s public identity is Teacher.
So he needs people to handle unsavory tasks and move in the shadows….
‘There’s no one better suited than these guys.’
If we subjugate the so-called Big Brother of the Brotherhood, the entire Dark Brotherhood falls under our control!
“Boss, I pledge my absolute loyalty.”
“See that you do.”
Ziel finally approached the Main Gate.
The Security Guards—or rather, Unit Members of the Brotherhood—naturally blocked the way ahead.
“What is it? What business do you have at this hour?”
“I’ve come to buy beer barrels. I’d like to purchase as many as possible.”
“Beer?”
That’s right!
Beer was merely the surface reason!
This was an ambitious plan to drive out the Dark Brotherhood that had occupied Lertrang while simultaneously absorbing them!
“What are you saying, you bastard? Coming here in the dead of night demanding we sell beer?”
“Where did you leave your mind? Get lost. You don’t seem to understand the situation here right now….”
“I only need beer. I heard that you Dark Brotherhood have occupied this place and monopolized the beer. Sell me some beer.”
Ziel appeared oddly desperate!
But the Gatekeeper snickered and mocked him.
“How about 50,000 Sel per barrel? At that price, even our Elder Brothers would probably agree to sell.”
“Hey, 50,000 Sel is too much. 49,000 Sel would be fair.”
“Is that so?”
Ziel turned his head as he watched the two of them burst into laughter.
“Were you mocking me?”
“Yes, Boss.”
“I see.”
Ziel reached his conclusion.
“Since you mocked me, you’re bad people.”
“What?”
“Since you’re bad people, I’ll obtain the beer by force.”
Crash!
In an instant, the two men’s bodies smashed through the Main Gate and flew away.
“….”
Gilbert paused to consider.
‘Was the beer… not an excuse but actually the real reason?’

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