On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 324

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed Episode 324
The Beer Madman (2)
An emergency alert sounded at the Lertrung Family Estate’s Brewery—the very facility now occupied by the Dark Brotherhood.
“Attack! Emergency! Emeeeergency!”
“How dare anyone strike at the Brotherhood!”
“Are these reinforcements summoned by the Lertrung Family!”
The Brewery was impressively vast in scale.
Consequently, the number of Dark Brotherhood members stationed there was substantial.
Easily numbering several dozen.
It made sense—this was one of the most critical facilities under the Lertrung Family’s control.
They had absolute confidence they could dispatch any attacker swiftly.
Unlike the rabble of lesser organizations, the Dark Brotherhood boasted numerous skilled operatives!
One of them—an Executive-Grade Expert-level officer—had just stepped forward.
“Stand aside! I’ll handle this!”
A once-promising knight from the Northern Region, betrayed by his Family Head and now devoted to the Dark Brotherhood—a true master of combat!
“Who dares attack the Dark Brotherhood!”
“Give me the beer.”
“…?”
The Silver-Haired Man blocking his path spoke something peculiar.
“Sell me the beer. Then I’ll leave.”
“What nonsense are you spouting… you drunken fool!”
Whoosh!
Further questions were pointless.
He would eliminate the attacker and restore the Dark Brotherhood’s honor….
“Gasp!”
Thud!
He couldn’t comprehend what had happened.
In the blink of an eye, a sharp sensation pierced both his hamstrings, and his body crumpled.
Then came the Sword Blade approaching his throat.
“You won’t sell the beer, then.”
“Y-you… who are you….”
“No matter. Since you’ve stolen what belongs to others, I’ll do the same.”
The Silver-Haired Man looked down at him, then turned his gaze toward the beer storage vault.
“The scent of beer is strongest over there.”
And he vanished.
Two figures arrived moments too late, and one immediately voiced his frustration.
“Ah! He was actually decent!”
“T-teacher… t-took him down first.”
“Looks like we’re stuck with the small fry again today.”
Gilbert and Kelvin—disappointed they couldn’t test the fruits of their Training.
Fortunately, however, a multitude of Brotherhood members converged around the one whose hamstring I’d just severed.
“These bastards got Elder Brother!”
“Elder Brother! Are you alright!”
They still seemed confused about the situation.
Shing.
Gilbert drew his Sword.
Kelvin unsheathed his greatsword from behind his back.
“Don’t kill them. The Boss isn’t killing them.”
“You, control your strength properly.”
The two of them began facing off against dozens of Brotherhood members.
“Eliminate the Intruders!”
“Save Elder Brother!”
Brotherhood members surged forward.
But.
Boom!
Two of them flew through the air simultaneously after being struck by the flat of Kelvin’s greatsword, marking the beginning of a one-sided battle.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Ughhhh!”
Facing only small fry, the two didn’t realize it.
Just how much the endless Hell Training from the Harmatan Family had developed them!
They felt it, though only slightly.
‘I’m not even breathing hard?’
They could clearly tell their Physical Strength had increased and their Physical Power had grown.
Even against small fry, one would normally need to swing their Sword at least once per opponent, yet even after dozens of accumulated swings, there was no fatigue whatsoever.
Of course, it was merely a faint sensation.
There wasn’t even time to feel it more deeply before it all ended.
“Ughhhh….”
“You’re… too strong….”
Small fry remained small fry.
At minimum, an Expert Grade opponent should have come, but the Boss had already eliminated the only Expert Grade present.
“Where did the Boss go?”
“Over… over there, I think.”
“Let’s hurry. There might be others.”
“Right!”
That was the truth.
They were yearning to test their Training results against worthy opponents.
But there was a slight problem.
“Let’s have a drink and rest now.”
“I’m… parched.”
Ziel stood in the storage room with an expression I’d never seen before.
“Beer? What’s the matter….”
“There’s no beer.”
Ziel pointed to the Unit Member writhing on the ground in pain.
“They say it’s all been moved inside the Mansion.”
“Ah….”
“It seems like a scheme to monopolize the beer.”
My journey was far from over.
My purpose was singular.
To taste the Lertrung Family Estate’s beer, purchase it, and return home.
Yet not a single bottle of that accursed beer remained!
“We’re heading to the Mansion.”
No matter how I looked at it, the beer seemed like mere justification.
Wasn’t it?
No matter how much one craves beer, to actually storm a Mansion!
‘Could it be that he intends to sweep away the entire Brotherhood, absorb them, and make the Lertrung Family an ally?’
It was a rational and plausible misunderstanding.
There was simply no other way to comprehend this situation through ordinary logic!
“Th, the Mansion has s, skilled fighters inside.”
Kelvin’s words made my ears perk up.
If it’s the Mansion, the Brotherhood’s true powerhouses must be within.
“Let’s go, Boss. I’ll lead the way.”
“You want to drink beer too, Gilbert.”
Honestly, I did.
Coming all this distance just for beer, I felt like I’d never rest easy without tasting at least a sip!
“That’s right, Boss. I really want to drink it.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
The beer expedition thus turned its steps toward the Mansion.

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The Renfield Knight Order, led personally by Amil Renfield, galloped eastward without pause.
Their destination: the Lertrung Family Estate.
His first move as the newly elected Council Leader was intensely political while simultaneously deeply personal.
‘If those Dark Brotherhood bastards have occupied the Lertrung Family Estate and dug in for a siege… my campaign promises will come to fruition faster than expected.’
One of the pledges Amil had made when running for Council Leader.
It was none other than the eradication of the Dark Brotherhood.
Some argued that consolidating and managing the underworld through a single organization made them a necessary evil.
Others claimed that eliminating the Brotherhood would simply spawn another in its place.
But allowing the Brotherhood to persist for such reasons was utterly absurd.
It wasn’t merely a matter of good versus evil.
Lombard.
Bernstein.
The two Great Families of the Northern Region were secretly supporting the Brotherhood!
Now that he had been elected Council Leader, the Brotherhood’s Main Organization finally relocating eastward was precisely because of this reason.
Those two Houses must have severed their ties with the Brotherhood.
‘Once I eliminate them, the Renfield Family’s position will become even more secure.’
And the deeply personal reason was simply—
‘If Teacher Ziel is there, I can naturally make it look like I’m rushing to rescue him.’
Teacher Ziel was formidable.
But he couldn’t ignore being outnumbered.
Moreover, those Brotherhood bastards employed all manner of vicious schemes.
They wielded poison and cowardly tactics without hesitation!
‘Three of them would be impossible. The numbers alone would exceed at least a thousand.’
There wasn’t much distance left to the Lertrung Estate now.
“Lord Family Head, we’ll arrive within the hour!”
“Everyone prepare for battle! We will annihilate every last scrap of Northern filth!”
“Yes, sir!”
The scene that greeted them upon arrival was….
“….”
“It appears… there was already a battle here.”
Dozens of Brotherhood members lay scattered about, groaning in agony.
“Bind them all and gather them in one place.”
“Yes, sir.”
Shortly after, they uncovered shocking information.
There were over a hundred Brotherhood members here.
“At first, dozens attacked and were completely defeated by two of them… and then when dozens more arrived afterward, they couldn’t even land a blow before being defeated?”
“It seems Teacher Ziel only faced a single executive-level member.”
“Huh.”
The ‘class’ that had taken place at the Harmatan Family.
I had crossed swords with two people named Gilbert and Kelvin there, if only briefly.
It was in the form of sparring, but I remember they were quite skilled.
“And if they’ve gone to the Mansion… we should move quickly as well, Family Head.”
“Understood. Prepare yourselves. But tell me—among Teacher Ziel’s disciples, was there anyone from the Lertrung Family?”
“According to our information, no. The Second Year students from the Northern Region at the Sword School belong only to four families: Harmatan, Nihalis, Recon, and Oros.”
“Then why would the Lertrung Family be involved with the Brotherhood at all…?”
“We heard that during their expedition through the Northern Region, they encountered the Dark Brotherhood multiple times. Could that be the reason?”
“There would be no justification for deliberately courting such danger. He’s a teacher, after all.”
“….”
The motive made no sense whatsoever.
‘Eradicate the Brotherhood? Why would Teacher Ziel do that?’
He wasn’t even from the Northern Region—he was a teacher who had come south from the Capital under the pretense of home visits, and yet he suddenly appeared here at the distant Lertrung Family Estate to eliminate the Brotherhood?
‘Surely not…’
Amil’s mouth, which had been about to issue orders, fell silent.
The words and sentences swirling in his mind were being reassembled in his head.
In other words…
In the form of a ‘misunderstanding’.
‘Teacher Ziel has connections with the Imperial Family, they said. The Great Families in the Capital have made recruitment offers to him multiple times. Could it be… that the home visits were a cover?’
He still didn’t know the Imperial Family’s true intentions.
It hadn’t been long since the New Emperor ascended to the throne, and the Northern Region wasn’t without its caution.
But if Teacher Ziel had used the home visits as a pretext to survey the Northern Region and spread the Imperial Family’s influence there…?
‘If that’s the case, everything changes.’
Amil finally understood.
He couldn’t think of Teacher Ziel on a personal level alone.
Rather, he was someone who had to be monitored and countered from the perspective of the entire Northern Region!
“Pardon me, Family Head. There’s some unusual information.”
“What information?”
“Teacher Ziel apparently asked the Brotherhood members where the beer was…”
“Beer?”
Amil fell into confusion.
“Yes. He found the beer barrels, they say.”
“Why would he need the beer barrels… Ah!”
Amil caught on immediately.
‘Since the Brotherhood took the valuable beer from the Lertrung Family, he must have reasoned that finding the beer would naturally lead him to where the Brotherhood’s boss is.’
A meticulous person indeed.
To hide his true intention behind searching for beer!
Amil couldn’t even imagine that he had actually come all this way for beer itself.
‘But the purpose of drinking beer itself… that’s not very meticulous. Wasn’t there something more plausible?’
“We move to the Mansion immediately.”
“Understood!”
But I was one step too late.
The Main Gate of the Mansion I arrived at stood wide open.
The Interior was already in a state of pandemonium.
“My, my legs! They won’t move!”
“Uwaaaagh!”
“Beer, find beer quickly! Someone bring it here!”
Hundreds of Brotherhood members, far more than those at the Brewery, lay scattered throughout, their screams mingling with groans of agony.
“What in the world….”
The Knights of Renfield had no opportunity to draw their Swords.
Every single one of them lay collapsed in place, writhing where they fell.
And here was one more astonishing fact.
“I was thinking about it earlier too… Lord, there isn’t a single corpse among them.”
“….”
“Not even Fatal Wounds. He simply inflicted wounds precise enough to prevent movement and subdued them.”
“Hm….”
Against small fry like these, not killing them is actually harder.
Moreover, while Subjugation without inflicting Fatal Wounds isn’t particularly difficult, it naturally takes twice as long.
‘He severed the back of their knees or cut the Tendons in their ankles. And with perfect precision at that.’
The wounds fell into three categories.
Just as Amil had witnessed, injuries that robbed them of movement with surgical accuracy.
Then, slightly less precise but still deliberate cuts to the lower or upper body that avoided Fatal Wounds.
And the third type: those struck by something massive and enormous, their bones utterly shattered.
Even these, however, posed no threat to life.
“Ughhhh… Aaaaagh!”
Whether they could live out their remaining years unscathed was another matter entirely.
‘Just what level of skill are we talking about here?’
There was a reason three individuals could swagger freely across the Northern Region.
Amil immediately led the Knights into the Mansion.
And there, I witnessed it.
“Kelvin. Focus on the left. Gilbert. Keep targeting the front. Both of you, don’t let your gaze waver.”
It was Ziel conducting a ‘class’ using the executives of the Dark Brotherhood as Teaching Material.

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