On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 325

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed Episode 325
The Beer Fanatic (3)
That was how it began.
The Dark Brotherhood surged forth to block the intruders pouring into the mansion with fierce determination.
“Who dares attack us!”
They tried desperately to hold the line.
But within mere minutes—less than two—dozens of their Unit Members fell, and they sensed something was terribly wrong.
It was then that the Dark Brotherhood’s prized executives, their so-called “Elder Brothers,” stepped forward.
“How dare you assault the Brotherhood! I’ll make you regret this!”
The Elder Brothers regretted it.
They wished they’d assessed their opponent’s strength before charging in.
“You’re far too easy.”
“These guys are pathetically weak.”
In truth, they were at a similar level to the man who’d fallen to Ziel at the Brewery in the blink of an eye.
Expert Grade Mid-level.
They hadn’t achieved victory as instantaneously as Ziel, but it hadn’t taken long either.
‘Have we truly grown this strong?’
Feeling the fruits of their training was almost disconcerting.
They barely crossed swords at all.
If anything, it was unsettling how their opponent’s blade extended exactly as predicted.
They wondered if it had always been this visible to the eye.
In any case, the Elder Brothers fell.
Only one remained.
The solitary “Eldest Brother” stood alone.
“So you are the leader of this Brotherhood.”
He was undoubtedly the most bewildered party involved.
His name was Valentin.
As his name suggested, he had once been a Northern noble but had become a Fallen Noble, losing his family house in “conflict” and barely surviving.
He had led the Brotherhood, founded in the fires of burning vengeance, to this very point.
Though Amil Renfield’s election as Council Chairman had forced him to flee eastward, he had planned to seize the Lertrung Family as hostages and stage a comeback.
But….
All those plans crumbled to dust.
The Northern justification.
The Northern law.
A terrifying man who disregarded all such considerations from the very start!
At the hands of a single person—Ziel Steelheart.
“What is it that you desire?”
Valentin believed this man must want something to go to such lengths.
It was behavior utterly incomprehensible by Northern logic.
And so, after doing all this, he was certain the man would demand something.
There was no justification whatsoever for him to suddenly move against the Brotherhood!
However, that man had exceeded Valentin’s expectations entirely.
“I came to acquire beer.”
“…Beer?”
“I heard the Brotherhood occupied the Lertrung Family Estate and monopolized their beer.”
That much was true.
Having seized control of the Lertrung Family Estate, it was only natural to cut off their financial lifeline.
The problem, if there was one, was that the Lertrung Family hadn’t yet revealed their brewing method, so they’d simply stockpiled all the beer that had been produced so far.
“I came to acquire that beer. I heard rumors that Lertrung’s beer is quite delicious.”
“…You really attacked us for that reason alone?”
“Is another reason necessary?”
“Well, naturally….”
Lertrung’s beer was indeed delicious, but to attack the Dark Brotherhood—an organization whose reputation was terrifying even in the Northern Region—with merely three men for that reason?
Naturally, the Brotherhood’s scale didn’t end here.
The main headquarters had issued a mobilization order, so reinforcements from the Northern Region’s various branches should be on their way.
‘There must be another reason.’
Beer was merely a plausible justification!
‘Could it be Amil Renfield?’
Just then, shouts erupted from outside.
Faintly, he could even see what appeared to be the Renfield Family’s flag beyond the mansion.
‘Damn it all.’
There was no choice.
Valentin drew his sword.
“I’ll show you the terror of the Brotherhood.”
And Ziel withdrew.
“Gilbert, Kelvin. Face him together.”
“Pardon? Us, sir?”
“He’s approaching Master Grade. If you two face him together, you’ll win.”
Valentin was astonished.
‘How could he know that?’
He had only recently reached a level approaching Master Grade.
It had happened within the past few months.
The other brothers didn’t even know about it.
He’d never mentioned it, and he hadn’t directly displayed his power before the brothers in recent months.
“If you defeat him, you’ll both become stronger.”
“Understood, Boss.”
“Y-yes, Master!”
Encouraged by the promise of growth, both stepped forward with confidence.
The gap between approaching Master Grade and Expert Grade was a difference in dimension.
Gilbert.
Kelvin.
The two of them hadn’t realized it yet, but they had already reached the upper echelon of Expert Grade.
However, they had not yet approached Master Grade.
A considerable number of knights praised for their talent and called geniuses stalled at precisely this point.
Even Professor Elcanto, who remained at mid-level Expert Grade, spent considerable time there!
“Both of you, understand what it means to approach Master Grade.”
Thus, the two-on-one match began.
‘Just how skilled is that person?’
Valentin drew his sword and stepped forward into the unavoidable fight, but kept glancing at Ziel.
These two were formidable combatants.
So what level was that silver-haired man who gave them such instructions?
“Begin.”
There was no time to think further.
Gilbert rushed forward first.
Clang!
‘Considerable.’
The momentum behind his sword was fierce.
His swordsmanship was concise yet continuously probed for openings.
Valentin tensed.
Even with the advantage, variables always existed in combat.
One moment of carelessness, and you could fall to a child’s blade—such was real combat.
‘He hunts for gaps with such persistence.’
His swordsmanship was swift and economical. Not quite Swift Swordsmanship, but it carried destructive power exceeding it.
‘Then.’
Valentin deliberately created an opening to bait the attack.
But Gilbert didn’t fall for it.
Gilbert stepped back naturally and assumed a defensive stance!
It was the result of countless training sessions with Ziel.
‘Without training with the Boss, I would have been caught there.’
At last, the fruits of his training were becoming tangible.
His opponent was a master-level combatant.
Each sword strike had to be measured, and the power and mana infused in them were considerable!
Yet it didn’t feel difficult at all.
Because of this, Kelvin began to sense a crisis.
“I, I—!”
This feeling, as if Gilbert might actually win!
Ziel’s assessment was slightly different.
‘He keeps probing for gaps. Seems to be using Northern Nobility swordsmanship.’
Ziel didn’t even know Valentin’s name.
In truth, he had little interest.
The Brotherhood was nothing more and nothing less than those who stole the beer.
However, observing the Swordsmanship he displayed, I could only infer that it resembled the style primarily used by the Nobles in this Northern Region.
“Gilbert, be careful of attacks that penetrate all at once.”
The moment I offered appropriate advice, Valentin bristled.
“How dare an outsider interfere in a sacred duel!”
“Is there such a thing as sacred and profane in a fight? To win, one uses any means necessary.”
Valentin’s words caught in his throat, and he even looked flustered at my response.
Gilbert’s lips curved upward.
The Boss was right.
If it were Sparring, perhaps.
But a ‘fight’ must be won at all costs.
Especially in a fight like this, there is no tomorrow.
There is no point in regretting after death that one should have fought more cowardly!
‘Be cautious of just one attack.’
Neither opponent nor he possessed information about each other.
Thus, the best option was to seize an opening and end it in one strike.
Gilbert, relatively the weaker party, had no choice but to do the same.
Attack aggressively while also paying attention to Defense.
Because of this, the Battle proceeded in what appeared to be a stalemate, and considerable time was passing.
And finally, Amil Renfield arrived.
“Teacher Ziel!”
Ziel, who had already sensed his approach, nodded.
“Amil Renfield, Family Head.”
“What on earth is this… How did you come all the way here?”
“I came to drink beer.”
“Ah.”
So he truly would not reveal his real reason to the end.
Of course, it was not immediately important.
What mattered now was this situation itself.
“I never expected Teaching Assistant Gilbert to be fighting Valentin….”
“That person’s name is Valentin?”
“Yes? You didn’t know?”
“I know now.”
“How could you not know….”
“Why should I know?”
….
To uphold the pretext of coming for beer so thoroughly!
‘A frightening man.’
Valentin.
A genius of the Rockward Family, now fallen and vanished from existence.
A tale as common as they come.
Through conflict, a single noble family was erased from the Northern Region’s map, and its members were slaughtered to the last.
Thirty years ago, Valentin was the sole survivor who managed to escape.
After that, things grew quiet, but at some point he was revealed to be the leader of the Dark Brotherhood, whose power had swelled considerably.
It’s a story everyone in the Northern Region knows.
“I knew he was the Brotherhood’s leader. He looked the strongest, after all. He’s approaching Master Grade.”
“Approaching Master Grade…!”
It’s considered impossible to rise beyond Expert Grade mid-level without formal education.
Yet he’s approached Master Grade, surpassing even that.
Watching them fight, it certainly seemed true.
But there was something even more astonishing.
“Teaching Assistant Gilbert, who seems to be fighting on equal footing with that man… could he also be…?”
“He’s weaker than Valentin. But he’ll surpass him soon.”
Clang!
Gilbert’s sword flew toward Valentin’s upper body. Valentin barely dodged with a hair’s breadth of spacing, his expression turning pale for an instant.
‘That was close.’
Distracted by Amil Renfield’s arrival, my focus scattered for a moment.
‘There’s no chance of victory. Even if I defeat this one, there’s the big man, the silver-haired one, and Amil…’
I don’t know their intentions.
Whether they’ll capture me for execution or use me for political gain remains to be seen.
But regardless of the outcome, the Brotherhood will find it difficult to return to what it was.
An assault that happened in an instant!
When I came to my senses, nearly every member of the Brotherhood here had fallen, leaving only me.
‘But I cannot flee.’
If I run, then it’s truly over.
What is brotherhood?
A bond tied by loyalty!
‘To hell with it, I don’t care.’
Therefore, fleeing isn’t an option.
I had to show something.
“Big Brother! You must win!”
“It’s the last pride of our Brotherhood!”
Fortunately and unfortunately, no one had died, and everyone was watching this duel.
They lay sprawled with injuries severe enough to prevent movement, yet their eyes were wide open, watching their Big Brother’s battle!
Though the pressure felt maddening, Valentin summoned his strength.
‘Gilbert’s losing ground.’
From my perspective, it was time for a change.
“Gilbert, switch with Kelvin.”
“Boss! I can still fight!”
“No. In five minutes, you’ll be defeated.”
“Ah.”
The Boss’s word was prophecy itself.
Gilbert withdrew without complaint, though reluctantly.
Honestly, I felt I’d done all I could.
To unleash nothing but attacks and still fail to win—it was my first time since facing the Boss.
Of course, this didn’t mean he was stronger than the Boss.
I had to acknowledge it.
‘I’m still weak.’
But I wasn’t simply admitting defeat and retreating.
Something—a thread of understanding—seemed to be forming.
“F-Finally!”
Kelvin stepped forward with joy.
Gilbert withdrew, lost in contemplation.
Valentin made no effort to stop him.
Truth be told, this situation was rather strange.
‘We could capture and defeat him right now, yet what in the world is happening here…’
Indeed.
While Ziel’s group found nothing odd about the situation, from Amil and his knights’ perspective, it was utterly bizarre.
They’d completely destroyed the Brotherhood occupying the Lertrung Family Estate, and now they were sparring with its leader?
“Ah.”
At that moment, sensing their confusion, Ziel asked.
“Amil Renfield, Family Head—why did you come here?”
“That is…”
“Did you come to drink beer?”
“…”
Would he really have ridden day and night with his entire knight order just to drink a single beer?
So there was reason to suspect he had some other intention.
“Surely… you don’t intend to release that man if Assistant Instructor Kelvin is defeated?”
Ziel tilted his head.
“Should I arrest him?”
“Well, he is the leader of a criminal organization.”
“Then you arrest him. I simply judged that his strength would be excellent for developing these two, so I gave the order accordingly.”
“Ah.”
“I plan to leave after drinking beer.”
“…”
Just as I was about to give up thinking.
“Ah. And.”
The moment I perked up my ears, wondering if there was finally a real intention.
“If it’s available for purchase, I’ll buy some barrels of beer to take with me. I plan to drink them on the way back.”
“Ah…”
Amil had finally given up on thinking altogether.

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