On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 43
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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 043
Should We Take Care of Him, Boss?
It wasn’t just the students who were taking a break.
‘There seems to be a lot of delicious things.’
Ziel was too.
Various food stalls filling the vast Sword School grounds!
Early in the semester.
It was completely different from the scene with just a few food stalls and club promotion booths.
People everywhere.
Entertainment everywhere.
Food absolutely everywhere!
Ziel’s eyes sparkled.
He probably had no idea he was making such an expression.
The place where this gaze, which could never be seen normally, lingered was exactly…
“Welcome! You don’t look like a student! Are you a teacher?”
“I’m Ziel Steelheart, a liberal arts instructor at Sword School.”
“I see! Teacher Ziel, what would you like?”
“I need an explanation.”
“Ah! Yes, yes. This is called jelly, it’s a snack that’s popular among students! It was already quite popular in the capital, and the ingredient costs have gotten cheaper lately so the price has dropped a lot too!”
Exactly the soft and chewy jelly!
“We put fruit juice in it so it’s very sweet and refreshing. Try one first!”
Ziel took the sample jelly offered to him and put it in his mouth.
His face immediately contorted.
“Oh my! I gave you one with lemon juice in it!”
This was the sour taste!
But when it mixed with the sweetness that followed, the flavors harmonized.
“Excellent.”
The world is wide.
The period of brainwashing was long, and there were many foods he hadn’t eaten.
Especially snacks like these!
“How much is it?”
“What you just tried is 50 cel for a pack of 10!”
Ziel’s hand paused for a moment.
One chicken skewer costs 1 cel.
But this costs 5 cel each?
Something the size of a fingernail?
‘It’s way too expensive.’
His remaining salary was only 300 cel.
Even eating just 10 would cost 1/6 of it.
Unfortunately, he’d have to be satisfied with just the sample…
“Hmm? Teacher Ziel?”
Then a voice came from beside him.
When he turned his head, some bear, no, a person was standing there.
Chewing jelly with his mouth full.
“Mmm. Gulp. Did you come to look around the food stalls?”
“Professor Elcanto Paredes. Ah, yes. I finished training.”
“What are you going to buy?”
“Ah, yes. But I don’t have much salary left, so I just had a sample.”
“Oh no!”
Elcanto’s eyes gleamed with interest.
Just like when Ziel had discovered the jelly.
‘This is my chance!’
Elcanto made a good-natured expression and pointed at the jelly.
“I know the liberal arts instructor salary well too, so today I’ll specially buy some for you!”
Ziel hadn’t yet learned polite refusal.
“Thank you.”
Ziel immediately began selecting jelly.
“What else is delicious besides this?”
“Try this one!”
“Mm. It’s good.”
“It’s full of strawberry juice. As you well know, it’s a fruit that only grows in the Northern Region!”
The sweet jelly made Ziel’s palate, which had been pure as white snow, feel ecstatic.
He ate 10 just as samples…
‘No way. How much could he possibly choose.’
Ziel beautifully betrayed Elcanto’s expectations.
“That’s 200 total, 1,000 cel!”
Elcanto’s hiccups began.
I could only afford to buy 20 because they were so expensive!
Ten times that amount?
“Hic.”
But he had his pride and couldn’t back down here.
In the end, Elcanto paid 1,000 cel with trembling hands.
With this money, he could add a little more and enjoy a wonderful dinner at ‘Lancaster’s Star’….
“Thank you, please come again!”
Why did that grinning shop owner’s face look so hateful?
“Thank you, Professor.”
“Oh, um. Yes, Teacher Ziel. Haha. This much is nothing.”
The financial bleeding was severe.
‘It’s an investment for the future, endure it!’
Building up goodwill with Teacher Ziel like this would surely pay off someday.
‘Right, think of it as the price of promotion.’
Thanks to Takeus being eliminated, Elcanto had become in charge of the Second Years.
Elcanto knew very well that Ziel had contributed to that process.
“It’s delicious.”
Munch munch.
Though he felt a bit sad that Ziel didn’t even tell him to try some.
“This lemon-flavored Yellow Jelly seems to be the most delicious.”
I know that too.
That it’s the most delicious and expensive.
“Ahem. I’ll have one too….”
“That’ll be 5 cel.”
“I’ll buy it for you….”
“I’m joking.”
A joke learned from books.
It seemed to work quite well.
“Mm mm. Delicious.”
Elcanto’s heart finally began to soften a little.
“Ahem, right. By the way, how was the training?”
“There were no problems.”
“Really? Do you think the First Years will do well?”
“We’ll beat up to the third years.”
An absurd prediction.
No, it wasn’t even a prediction.
Just confidence that they would win.
“Up to the third years?”
Then that means they’ll beat the Second Years I’m in charge of too?
“I suppose the fourth years would be difficult though…?”
“I’ve never seen the fourth years train.”
He doesn’t know because he’s never seen them?
‘Then if he had seen them, would he have said they’d beat the fourth years too?’
“I, I see. Haha. Right. Confidence is important too. The mindset of winning! That’s the best, isn’t it?”
Elcanto tried hard to pat Ziel’s shoulder.
But his inner thoughts were the complete opposite.
‘First Years beating anyone? They’re just participating for the sake of participating.’
Perhaps he had set unrealistic goals just because all the family heads were attending?
‘I do need to humble him a bit.’
Well, the results wouldn’t change anyway.
In all the Exchange Tournaments so far, the First Years had always come in last place.
The difference in experience was too great.
“We will win.”
“….”
They say the bigger the dream, the better.
Elcanto didn’t bother to argue further.
“Ahem. Then I’ll go look around the other food stalls… You can go ahead, Teacher Ziel.”
“Yes. Then.”
Elcanto watched Ziel’s retreating figure with an uncomfortable expression.
But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t imagine the First Years beating the upper years.
‘Well, nothing will change anyway.’
By the way, if all the family heads have gathered here, are they really just staying in the hotel?
‘Well, there are security issues… and they’re noble people, so they wouldn’t come out easily.’
Elcanto disliked high-ranking people.
Especially family heads.
It’s absolutely, absolutely not because he was pushed aside by his eldest son and couldn’t become a family head!
“Hmph.”
In this world, being a family head wasn’t the only thing that mattered.
If he lived diligently like this, he’d gradually rise through the ranks handling 3rd years, 4th years…
‘Maybe I could even become department head?’
Elcanto’s bear-like heavy footsteps seemed particularly light today.
The Sword School campus was packed with countless people!
The crowd was so enormous that if you looked away for even a moment, you’d lose sight of the person right next to you.
It was a festival filled not only with Academy people but also with capital citizens.
Among them, people like this were also mixed in.
“Hmm. So this is the atmosphere.”
“Um, Family Head. With so many people around, security will be…”
“Hey. Didn’t I tell you not to use that title?”
Darren Rihart.
The head of Rihart and father of Celia Rihart.
He had come out to meet his daughter, and with the crowds being so dense, he decided to ‘disguise’ himself.
‘That bastard Aimerus probably didn’t come out.’
Aimerus Kundel.
His eternal nemesis.
The head of Kundel, who was also the most detestable person in the world.
He hated moving around, so he was probably holed up in the hotel as expected.
“Um, Family Head…”
“Hey.”
“Then… big brother…”
“Where did you learn that way of addressing someone?”
“I read in a novel that you need to act casually when disguising yourself to avoid being caught…”
“…Just, just call me something reasonably appropriate.”
The guard knights struggled as they followed Darren. Darren was quite fast on his feet and had many curiosities.
“Oh, what’s this?”
“Welcome! This is something called jelly!”
“Jelly? Hmm. Ah. Right. It’s what I tried 3 years ago. Who was it that served it at the dining table back then?”
“Oh my, if you had it 3 years ago, you must be someone of very high status!”
The jelly trend was recent.
Before that, it was difficult to manufacture, so it was a snack only wealthy people could eat.
Anyway, despite claiming to be in disguise, he was giving away all sorts of tells.
“Mm. Delicious. I’ll buy several.”
“Hehe, a pack of 10 for 50 cel…”
“From here to here. Everything.”
“Pardon?”
A moment later.
The knights in charge of security were each carrying a sack and sighing.
“Um, Family Head… I mean, big brother.”
“Is that the only way you can address me?”
“Then… Boss…?”
“That’s better. Nice nuance.”
“Then Boss, who’s going to eat all of this?”
“Our daughter. She likes this kind of stuff.”
“…”
“Give her a few and you guys can eat the rest.”
Continuous sighs kept flowing out.
“This all adds up to over 10,000 cel…”
“Shh. It’s a secret from my wife. Got it?”
Even the head of Rihart couldn’t go against his wife.
Darren was a devoted husband.
Or so he claimed.
“Hmm. What other interesting things are there?”
He had bought a gift for his daughter.
Since he had plenty of time, it would be nice to slowly look around and sightsee…
“Oh ho.”
Just then, one booth caught his eye.
It was a target shooting booth.
“Come one, come all! This doesn’t happen every day! Hit even one moving target and win 10 cel! You get 3 chances total! Entry fee is just 5 cel! Hit just once out of 3 throws and oh my, you break even!”
The Sword Love Research Club.
This was the booth run by none other than Draco, who had operated the dagger throwing booth until early in the semester.
‘This time I absolutely won’t get cleaned out.’
That day.
Draco had to close his food stall in dejection.
After having all his money taken.
By just one person!
‘Ziel Steelheart! He was a First Year liberal arts instructor.’
This time, he opened a much more difficult stall.
Moving Target Shooting!
Naturally, hitting moving targets is harder than stationary ones.
There were even ‘tricks’ mixed in.
Devious tricks designed to make the target slip away the moment it’s hit.
Moreover, Draco could disable these tricks whenever he wanted.
‘Come at me, anyone!’
“5 Cel per round?”
“Oh my, please come in!”
A parent?
Or a Capital citizen?
He looked somewhat older.
“Yes, yes. Just hit it and you get 10 Cel!”
“Really? I should earn some pocket money for my daughter.”
Jingle jangle.
A visibly huge money pouch.
From it, 5 Cel emerged and landed in Draco’s hand.
“Well, let me give it a try.”
What he threw was a dagger smaller than a regular dagger.
Actually harder to throw than a regular dagger.
Unless you’re an assassin.
‘Go ahead and try.’
Swoosh!
Failure.
Swoosh!
Another failure.
Swooosh!
Yet another failure followed.
“This is getting my blood boiling.”
Clank!
Daren placed his entire pouch up front.
But 5 Cel at a time, 5 Cel at a time.
The pouch gradually shrank bit by bit.
“Why won’t this hit!”
Then, once in a while.
Ting!
“I hit it!”
Draco was skillfully appeasing Daren while growing his money.
‘Hehehe. What an unexpected windfall.’
Of course, if he had known his opponent’s true identity, he never would have done this.
To Draco’s eyes, he just looked like some rich guy.
But Daren’s patience was running out sooner than expected.
“This is a scam…”
“You’re the student who ran the Dagger Throwing stall, right?”
Right at that moment.
A man entered the stall.
His appearance alone completely changed the atmosphere.
‘Handsome.’
Even Daren was a bit surprised.
It’s not easy for a man to be surprised by another man’s face.
Meanwhile, Draco’s face turned deathly pale.
“Th-th-that time…”
“Long time no see. How much is it this time?”
“W-well…”
“5 Cel as written.”
Ziel picked up several daggers that were in front.
‘Stay calm.’
Draco took a deep breath.
This time, he had prepared perfectly.
If I wanted to, I could make it absolutely impossible to hit.
“Should I throw now?”
“Ah, yes! Of course!”
Such confidence, as if saying go ahead and throw as much as you want!
However.
Ting!
It was shattered from the very start.
‘Wh-what? How?’
I just made it flow naturally!
“That’s 10 Cel. Write it down.”
Ting!
Ting!
Tang!
Tang!
Clear and crisp sounds echoed throughout the stall.
Ziel hit the target with every single attempt from the first try.
Today’s earnings hit rock bottom in an instant.
The participation fee was 5 Cel.
But hitting it even once earned 10 Cel.
In other words, 5 Cel was being deleted with each dagger throw.
‘No, this can’t be!’
It exceeded dozens of attempts in an instant.
Just what could be calculated immediately was 250 Cel!
‘I have to stop this!’
Meanwhile.
“Hooh.”
Daren stood with his arms crossed, watching this handsome man.
“Just how are you hitting them?”
“It’s not difficult. You just throw when it comes to the center at the right timing.”
“…?”
Ziel answered immediately.
However, he spoke informally.
Daren restrained the guard knights who flinched behind him for a moment and asked again.
“Is that even possible?”
“It would be easier if there wasn’t magic involved.”
“…Magic?”
“There’s magic cast on it, so it’s hard to hit unless you’re used to it.”
Daren frowned.
His gaze turned to Draco.
“Something has felt strange since earlier.”
Draco’s body froze solid as he was roughly thinking of an excuse to stop.
“Well, th-that is….”
“So… this is a scam, isn’t it?”
“Should we take care of him, Boss?”
‘I’m screwed.’
It seemed like opening the stall today was a mistake.
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