On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 381

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed — Chapter 381
Festa Preparations (4)
The Festa preparations were progressing smoothly. The same held true for the Sword School, but the changes in the Arcane School were particularly striking.
“That fellow—or rather, so that’s who he is…….”
“Zephyros, they say?”
“Zephyros? Has anyone heard of him?”
“Apparently his family fell when he was at around third tier, and he went missing while another family was pursuing him.”
“How on earth does Teacher Ziel manage to find people like that…….”
The Arcane School professors murmured amongst themselves.
Quietly, though.
If they spoke loudly, there was no telling what might happen.
“Zephyros, so about this…….”
“You need to get the curvature right. Look here. That’s why it won’t function properly.”
“Ah!”
Reset the R value. Then it should work correctly.”
“Thank you.”
Because his skill was extraordinary.
The moment he arrived, with Professor Emeric’s full backing, he adjusted the configuration values of every magical tool to be used in this Festa.
As a result, the efficiency of the magical tools shot up by over thirty percent.
The energy sources, including magic stones, remained unchanged, and the appearance didn’t differ much—yet they had grown tremendously.
Because of this, even the other professors who had initially opposed the recruitment of external personnel were left speechless.
“Wait, but if he does well…… isn’t that all Teacher Ziel’s credit?”
“Ah, but Professor Emeric brought him in, so it’s Professor Emeric’s credit, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you say?”
Though some professors continued to quibble over who deserved the credit, the future of the Arcane School didn’t look half bad.
“By the way, whose idea was this ‘Becoming a Mage’ experience?”
“Ah, that’s been a traditional Festa event that the Arcane School has continued for a long time.”
“Hmm. It’s not bad, but I think it could be done with more flair…… waving a wand around with some sleight of hand to move a few objects and shoot out some fire—is that really magic?”
Emeric seemed taken aback.
The ‘Becoming a Mage’ event that Zephyros had just criticized had been among the most beloved of all the Arcane School’s Festa programs over the years.
“It’s simply an experience where people temporarily become a mage…….”
“Exactly—so waving around a magical tool wand with sleight of hand isn’t really becoming a true ‘mage,’ is it?”
“……Then is there a way to actually make them into mages?”
“Just make it spectacular enough that they don’t catch on.”
Clack.
Zephyros pulled something from his backpack and set it down.
“Use this.”
“What is this?”
“Something terrifying.”
“Pardon?”
“The Boss gave it to me.”
That was true.
Ziel had given Zephyros the Necromancer King’s Heart, which had been gathering dust without purpose ever since the students’ mana training ended.
To use for research.
Of course, he’d obtained Ziel’s permission in advance, saying it didn’t matter how it was used.
“With this, anyone can become a mage for about ten seconds. They’ll fall into the delusion of becoming a real mage.”
Zephyros connected a prepared platform to the Necromancer King’s Heart.
“You there, student!”
And he grabbed a passing Arts School student and brought them over.
“Want to become a mage?”
“A mage? But I have no talent for mana…….”
“Today is a day when it’s possible. Come now, onto this platform.”
As the student stepped onto the platform, Zephyros produced a prepared incantation.
“Fire, wind. These are the words to speak. Give it a try.”
“Right now?”
“Yes. Oh, don’t look there—look this way.”
An empty training ground.
“F-fire! Wind!”
Whoosh-roar!
A massive inferno erupted there.
And wind came rushing in, causing the waves of flame to undulate.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
The Arts School student shrieked and stumbled down from the platform. Then, as if all strength drained from his limbs, he collapsed to the ground.
“W-w-what is this!”
“See? It works perfectly. Do come visit the Festa this time.”
“Y-yes, of course……?”
The Arts School student staggered away, still trembling.
Emeric watched him go, baffled, before speaking up.
“What on earth just happened?”
“I drew the mana inside that platform. The student’s mana resonated with it and flowed out as well.”
“So in other words…….”
He didn’t even know where to start asking questions.
“What exactly is this platform?”
“This? It’s a magical tool—a platform that generates magic automatically when you speak the incantation.”
“But then this…….”
“This is something you might call a concentrated mass of mana—holding an extraordinary amount of magical power.”
…….
Emeric didn’t fully understand, but he sensed this was an object that would cause tremendous upheaval simply by appearing in the world.
And now it was being used for the Festa.
In the Becoming a Mage Experience, no less!
“The platform is designed so it blends in seamlessly with the rest of the floor. Then you naturally guide people onto it and have them speak the incantation—pretending, of course, that it’s some mystical spell that might make them a mage. What do you think?”
The other professors who had gathered around stood speechless as the explanation sank in.
“This is actually possible?”
“If it’s possible, then we do it.”
A shift in perspective that Zephyros had conceived.
And the Necromancer King’s Heart that Ziel had provided.
A masterwork born from the marriage of these two!
The professors here were all mages who had been sidelined from the mainstream, but even so, they weren’t incompetent ones.
“This directly violates the Mana Energy Three Laws…….”
“Breaking the Three Laws requires far greater reserves of mana energy—I’m sure you all know that.”
“Which raises the question of where such an energy source comes from.”
“Here. This.”
Of course, he couldn’t reveal that it was the Necromancer King’s Heart. From the start, it had been carefully sealed so that only Ziel could see inside.
Acceptance didn’t take long.
Festa success.
The Arcane School professors, blinded by possibility, nodded readily.
“This is going to draw a massive crowd.”
“Zephyros, could you do explosions besides fire? That would be the ultimate spectacle.”
“Explosions, naturally. I could even freeze everything solid if you wanted.”
Questions still lingered, of course.
“But how do you even fit such powerful magic into a magical tool in the first place?”
“Because my skill is excellent.”
…….
Zephyros’s magical prowess—the foundation that made all of this possible!
Zephyros himself was elated.
As a research addict, he usually spent his days buried in his work, but collaborating with fellow mage juniors again after so long felt more rewarding than he could express.
“Senior, one question.”
“What is it?”
“Any chance you’d consider transferring to the Arcane School……?”
“No, none whatsoever.”
“Ah.”
Still, Emeric breathed easier.
Just one person joining had elevated the Festa’s prospects so dramatically!
‘The way things are looking, we seem sure to win…….’
Emeric decided to seek out Ziel.
The Sword School must be in full Festa preparation mode as well.
With Zephyros’s aid, confidence had surged through the ranks!
But when Emeric arrived at the Sword School and saw what awaited him, one truth became crystal clear.
“Th-this is…….”
A colossal labyrinth already under construction!
Brilliant lighting and music streaming from the Auditorium!
And the students worked intently on ice sculptures, continuing to freeze with magic!
“That’s right, that’s right. Sculpting must be delicate. Very delicate. Good. Excellent!”
The scale was simply extraordinary.
“I can’t compete with this…….”
Each individual project was so massive that an entire year’s worth of students working together wouldn’t be enough—and he was running three of them!
“T-Teacher Ziel. Is this actually possible?”
“Yes. I’m doing it because it’s possible.”
“But…… everyone’s scope is so large?”
“That’s what makes it fun.”
“Ah.”
It seemed he’d have to abandon any notion of winning.
‘All right, let’s just enjoy it.’
But the doubt hadn’t quite left him.
“By the way, I heard you’re also doing an exchange tournament with Telvir Academy. Is all of this actually…… possible?”
“Yes. It’s possible.”
Of course.
When it came to Teacher Ziel, one hardly raised doubts.
‘But what in the world was Telvir thinking, proposing an exchange tournament? No matter how I look at it, they seem like they can’t win…….’
The Swordsmanship Tournament was one thing.
Short tournaments had too many variables.
But an exchange tournament was different.
They’d select the finest students from each grade to compete, and the second-years were guaranteed to win outright!
‘Are they abandoning the second-years and planning to win in the other grades? That seems…… difficult.’
Since it wasn’t being held at Telvir but here at Edelwein Academy, it was obvious that the home academy had a massive advantage!
He couldn’t fathom what confidence drove them.
‘Well, he’ll manage it. He’s Teacher Ziel, after all.’
Nothing in the world was more useless than worrying over that instructor.
Emeric thought so.
And the view was much the same elsewhere.
“Keep moving!”
Sigmund Valentin.
The Dean of Telvir Academy was personally directing the exchange tournament preparation training.
The selected students moved with fierce intensity.
They all had one goal!
To defeat Edelwein Academy Sword School!
They had to wash away the humiliation of the Swordsmanship Tournament and reclaim their glory.
“Your blade is slow! Again!”
“Yes, Dean!”
Sigmund was personally wielding a sword to train the students.
His determination was tremendous.
A golden opportunity to wash away the previous humiliation!
That’s why he didn’t hesitate to make the long journey all the way to Edelwein Academy.
Roughly four weeks remained!
“Dean, the students’ training is proceeding very smoothly.”
“Not a single one has given up.”
“They’re all charging ahead with fire in their eyes.”
The supervising professors’ reports were satisfactory.
Because of this, it seemed they could proceed now.
“Four weeks left, then.”
“Yes, Dean.”
“Then starting tomorrow, implement it. The secret ace we’ve prepared.”
“……!”
The professors’ eyes sharpened.
“The hidden card that will defeat Edelwein Academy…… you mean that secret ace.”
“Yes. With that, we’re certain to win.”
“But Dean, isn’t that extremely dangerous? I’ve been agonizing over it all night…… doing something like that for an entire month…… .”
Sigmund’s hand came to rest on the professor’s shoulder.
“So, are you backing out?”
“…… No, sir.”
“Then we proceed.”
The professors swallowed hard.
They knew it well.
Edelwein Academy was strong.
The Second Years especially were formidable.
After careful observation, comparison, and analysis, the conclusion was clear: they surpassed the average level of Edelwein Academy’s Fourth Year students.
Which meant that to defeat Ziel Steelheart and the students under his instruction…….
“It’s somewhat risky, but this is our only option. Everyone understands, yes?”
“Yes, Dean!”
This was the only way.
The professors dispersed once more.
Sigmund Valentin’s lips curved upward as he watched the students.
‘Now there is only this method.’
Risky as it was, there was no other choice if they were to win.
A conclusion reached after thorough examination from every angle!
The professors wanted it, the Dean wanted it, and even the students wanted it.
To wash away last year’s defeat in the Swordsmanship Tournament!
To overcome that crushing blow…….
This was the only way.
And that method was none other than—
“Four weeks of Hell Training remaining…… It will be grueling, but you must endure.”
Terrifying it was, yet utterly straightforward in its honesty.

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