On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 434

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed Episode 434
The Storm Transfer Exam (2)
The rumor spread swiftly.
There was nothing to hide about it, yet it was far too sensational to travel slowly.
“Heard? Transfer students came to our Academy, transfer students.”
“Really? From where?”
“Telvir.”
“So what about them?”
“No idea. Doesn’t matter anyway.”
To be precise, fifty students from Telvir Academy had applied for transfer.
And all fifty of them were aiming to enter as third-year students.
Even the upper-classmen from Telvir!
The Academy did have age restrictions by grade level—there were limits at admission, but as long as candidates fell within the acceptable range, it didn’t matter.
Which was why even fourth-year and fifth-year students from Telvir had applied for third-year admission.
“Teacher Ziel, we’re nearly finished with the preparations.”
“Yes, Professor Emeric Kent. Understood.”
Naturally, they had to prepare a transfer exam—or rather, a transfer examination.
Ziel naturally took charge of the entrance exam.
Since they’d applied to enter his grade level, it was only fitting.
Ziel didn’t oppose the transfers.
He simply wouldn’t allow anyone through who failed to meet his standards.
“But will this work? At this level, I doubt any students will pass. Starting with a basic fitness test like this…”
The exam consisted of three stages.
The first test Emeric mentioned was a traditional one—running with sand bags!
“It’s the training the current third-years went through as first-years. Without passing this, you don’t have even the minimum qualifications.”
Of course, that wasn’t all.
Back then, the first-years had simply run. But these transfer applicants would have to run through a maze.
Ziel was an efficient man.
He was simply reusing the maze setup that Quantus had designed for the last Festa.
“Teacher! What if we added a section to test muscular strength?”
Which was why Quantus was now in charge of the renovations!
“How would you test it?”
“By adding doors that absolutely won’t open unless pushed with raw strength as obstacles!”
“Good thinking. Install them at each fork where the five paths split.”
“Yes, sir! Um, but how do I install them?”
There was one small problem—he lacked the knowledge to realize the idea.
Of course, with Emeric, a mid-level fifth-tier mage, on hand, it was simple work.
“It’s straightforward, Quantus. You inscribe repulsion formulas on the hinges and frame of the door. However, with just a simple repulsion formula alone, one could break through with mana as well as sheer strength.”
Emeric stroked his chin and continued his explanation.
“So you must construct it with triple-layered formulas.”
Quantus’s eyes gradually grew vacant.
“If you connect the mana circuits in parallel, you can even adjust the resistance arbitrarily. Setting the door’s opening condition to match the strength of five adult men would be appropriate. Ah, and of course, you’ll need to require sustained pressure for at least three seconds to prevent the formula from malfunctioning from sudden impact.”
“…”
“This is an explanation based on basic magical engineering. Do you understand?”
“No! I’ll go make the doors!”
Quantus rushed off cheerfully!
In any case, with Emeric’s help, there was nothing difficult about it.
“By the way, Teacher Ziel, you’ve only just returned from your territory, and now this has come up. Transfer students… does the Arcane School not get visitors?”
Emeric sounded somewhat wistful.
“The Arcane School has no transfer applicants?”
“Well, since there’s no other particularly impressive magical institution besides this place, we don’t receive transfers. We sometimes take disciples from outside with imperial permission, but it’s quite rare. Siren… yes. Things might change after that incident, though.”
After the Siren incident, the Siren Family had lost considerable power.
Those called the “Siren faction”—mages sponsored by Siren—still dominated the mainstream, but new mages backed by Siren seemed unlikely to appear anymore.
“Well, who knows. Now that Siren sponsorship is gone, they might all try to enter the Academy instead.”
“They didn’t before?”
“No. Any student with real promise was sponsored by Siren. The children here aren’t lacking in talent, but the truly gifted ones all received Siren’s backing.”
“I see.”
“But thanks to someone destroying Siren, things should be different now.”
“You mean the Dark Ghost?”
Back then, no one had known, but it was now common knowledge that it was the Dark Ghost who had brought down the Siren Family.
“Yes, I’d really like to see his face. I wonder what he looks like.”
“He must be handsome.”
“Pardon?”
“The Dark Ghost must be handsome. A remarkably impressive man, I’d say.”
“…… You’re a fan, aren’t you? So am I, actually.”
“Mm.”
“But lately things have gone quiet. You don’t think he’s been caught, do you?”
“He hasn’t been.”
“Of course not, right? I do hope he’ll stay active for a good long while.”
The fact that he was standing here unscathed proved otherwise.
In any case, the test preparations were nearly complete.
Whoever came, the transfer exam was unlikely to be easy.
‘Anyone who passes all this will practically be top-tier talent.’
Such a person would be a promising prospect even by Telvir standards.
‘Wait.’
Emeric glanced at the list just to be sure.
There it was.
‘This… could be a real problem.’
Celia Rihart’s older brother.
Joshuah Rihart’s name.
“Ah, Teacher Ziel. Did you happen to know? Celia’s brother is applying for transfer admission.”
“I saw it on the list earlier.”
“Will it be all right?”
“Is there a reason it shouldn’t be?”
“…… Well, he’s Telvir’s pride, and it’s none other than the Rihart Family. There’s some political complexity to the situation…”
Ziel answered simply.
“So this creates a problem for me?”
“Ah.”
“If any problem arises with Celia, we can handle it then.”
Handle.
The moment that word left Ziel’s mouth, it struck Emeric as truly ominous.
Emeric could only nod in response.
* * *
Word spread quickly.
More than half of the Third Years had gathered at the Academy a week before classes resumed.
Some students had never left the Academy, while others had arrived early.
And there were students like Karen, who was serving an apprenticeship with the Imperial Knight Order.
“What’s with Karen? Her skin’s incredibly tanned.”
“She must have trained really hard.”
Vacation passed equally for everyone.
Some had idled the time away, some had visited Ziel’s territory, and some like Karen had spent it rolling in the dirt at the Knight Order Camp.
Karen shocked Yurio the most.
“Wow, what’s this?”
“Yurio, didn’t Karen change a lot?”
“Yeah. A lot. Her arms got thicker, and she’s got scars on her neck, her hair looks like it grew about five centimeters, and there are these small cuts on the backs of her hands.”
“…… You can see all that from this far away?”
At Maris’s question, Yurio touched his chin as if it were obvious.
“Can’t you?”
Karen, arriving just then, flicked Yurio’s arm.
“Been a while, Yurio. Did you have a good time at home?”
Maris discreetly excused himself.
“How was your time at the camp?”
“The camp? It’s an apprenticeship, I told you. I go there after graduation.”
“I see.”
“And don’t you go thinking of joining. You’re some family’s eldest son…”
Karen quickly changed the subject before Yurio could say something foolish again.
“But what’s all this about? Everyone transferring? And all at our grade level?”
“They want to study under Teacher Ziel.”
“But even Fifth Years coming is pushing it. There are supposedly five Fifth Year students applying.”
“Five Year students, so five applicants?”
“What did you do over the break? Where’d you pick up jokes like that?”
“Oh, not funny?”
True to the new semester, nonsense was flying around everywhere.
Whether it was a transfer or a new admission, Karen had certainly become the talk of the school.
There was more to discuss.
“But Karen, you seem different.”
“R-really?”
At Yurio’s remark, Karen fidgeted with her hidden fingers.
‘I trained so hard with the Imperial Knights during the break. Maybe I’ve lost weight…’
“Your arms got really thick. They weren’t like this before. You must’ve trained incredibly hard.”
“…….”
“No, wait. Right. S-sorry! You said to speak nicely, didn’t you?”
Yurio hastily corrected himself.
“The muscle definition in your arms is no joke, though?”
A moment later.
“Hey, hey! Breathe!”
“CPR! CPR!”
“That hit looked hard……”
“What just happened?”
Yurio, who’d blacked out for a moment before coming to, shuddered.
“I didn’t even see the fist coming……”
She’d struck at a level that threatened even top-tier Yurio!
The results of her training with the Imperial Knights truly were formidable.
Even if it had been a punch that caught him unguarded!
“What did I do wrong……?”
Yurio muttered blankly, still unaware of his offense.
Meanwhile.
Not far away, Celia heard the news of the transfer and was utterly bewildered.
“Why? Why? Why is my brother? No, why is my mother and father’s son doing this?”
“She’s really shocked.”
“For good reason. Being in the same year as her brother. I really can’t even imagine it. Ugh.”
Her head spun.
Did Father know about this?
No.
If he had, he would’ve given her a heads-up.
Which meant……
“This infuriating blood relative……”
He’d applied on his own!
“Absolute lunatic! Why didn’t he even tell me!”
Delev beside her snickered.
“Why would he need to?”
“What did you say?”
“I figured you’d have fun being surprised. Seemed like something you’d enjoy, sister.”
“Would you like to be my punching bag today? Huh?”
Everyone murmured as they watched the two Third Years start their first fight of the semester.
“Here we go. Who’ll win?”
“Their records are about even, right? But I’m betting on Celia.”
“I’m with Delev. He’s been holding his own lately.”
This match ended in Delev’s victory.
“Hey! Aren’t you coming? I’m dying here!”
“I need to go meet my brother? I’m out!”
Celia vanished, chasing after Delev.
Things had finally quieted down.
“The start of a semester really is peaceful.”
“Don’t say such ominous things, Maris. The semester hasn’t even begun yet.”
“Yon, why are you already carrying your school uniform and sword and all your gear around?”
“Well, I went on a Ruins Exploration with Quantus a week ago. That’s when I realized it!”
Maris grew uneasy but asked out of politeness.
“Realized what?”
“That you must always carry your belongings so you can use them the moment you need them!”
“You’ve got nothing to copy.”
“Hey, you don’t really know Quantus. But once you do, you’ll see how sharp he is—how thorough.”
Maris grabbed Yon by the shoulder.
“Your brain’s been cursed, hasn’t it? There are plenty of ways to lift a curse. Want to head to the Library together?”
“What are you talking about?”
Just then, Renoa approached and suddenly tapped both their shoulders.
“Look over there.”
“Mm.”
“Huh?”
They were coming in.
Students about the same age, but not wearing school uniforms, appeared in view.
The Freshmen wouldn’t arrive until the opening ceremony, so these had to be—
“Transfer students.”
“Really, huh.”
All eyes converged on them.
Likely the first time in the Academy’s history, an unprecedented occurrence.
An entire cohort of talented students applying for transfer admission.
And all in the same grade level, no less.
“Still, it won’t change anything for us.”
“Even so, it’s a bit unsettling.”
The Third Years felt a strange mixture of superiority and unease at once.
Joshua Rihart, whom they’d seen at the last Festa, was among them.
“You idiot!”
And there was Celia, rushing toward him.

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