On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 50

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 050

 

 

Blood Cannot Be Carved

 

 

‘If he gives me what I want in exchange for not saying anything…’

 

Most of the transactions Ziel had made so far were just paying a portion of his salary to buy food.

This was a new kind of proposal.

 

‘So this kind of deal exists too.’

 

However, the principle that took priority above all else.

 

“It goes against the school rules.”

“What do you…”

“Faculty members cannot receive any compensation from parents.”

 

Darren was stunned by Ziel’s immediate rejection.

 

“That’s what the school rules state.”

 

So he’s going to blow it all?

That he didn’t even notice the cheating in Hidden Blade Throwing and lost to a Liberal Arts Instructor?

 

‘Please, I’m begging you, just don’t say anything about me?’

 

That desperation was powerful.

Even Ziel, who prioritized school rules, was slightly moved by Darren’s pleading eyes.

So he came up with a somewhat good idea.

 

“I’ll just pretend not to know without receiving anything.”

“Yes, yes! Like that!”

“But who are you?”

“…”

 

That was his idea of pretending not to know?

Darren’s blood pressure shot up at Ziel’s expression of genuine ignorance.

But Ziel was just doing exactly what Darren had asked.

He asked him to pretend not to know.

So he was acting like he was seeing him for the first time.

 

‘He seems angry.’

 

Ziel tilted his head.

Darren was truly angry, but decided to play along for now.

He wasn’t sure why he was angry when things went as he wanted.

 

“Ha, ha. Didn’t I just introduce myself? I’m Darren Rihart. The head of the Rihart Family.”

“I see. I’m Ziel Steelheart, Liberal Arts Instructor at Edelwein Academy Sword School. Nice to meet you.”

 

Celia couldn’t make sense of this strange situation and looked back and forth between her father and Teacher Ziel.

 

“What are you two doing…?”

“We, we were so happy to meet that we greeted each other twice! Haha. Haha! Yes, yes. We ran into each other at the festival. He praised our Celia so much!”

“That never happened…”

 

Darren hurriedly whispered.

 

‘Just go along with it!’

 

Berhal smiled warmly.

 

“I had no idea you’d already met our Teacher Ziel, Family Head. He’s an excellent teacher. He’s the one who brought out the cooperation and amazing results from this year’s First Years.”

“Haha, I see. I knew he must be an outstanding person. Our Celia praised him so much.”

 

Celia lowered her head in embarrassment.

Seeing that, Ziel made a comment.

 

“Student Celia Rihart has improved greatly thanks to me.”

“I, I see…”

 

While Darren was flustered, Celia suddenly backed up Ziel’s words.

 

“Dad, it’s true. Teacher Ziel’s training is no joke.”

“Is, is that so?”

“Yes. Both Delev and I have improved tremendously, right?”

 

She’s completely enchanted by that teacher.

To this extent by some strange guy who doesn’t even know modesty!

Still, if his daughter likes him this much, he should play along a bit…

 

“Oh ho, greetings. Teacher Ziel Steelheart. I’ve heard much about you from our youngest.”

 

In fact, the one without modesty was someone else.

 

‘This bastard butts in at this timing.’

 

Aimerus Kundel!

The face he least wanted to see in the world!

 

“I am Aimerus Kundel, head of the Kundel family.”

“I’m Ziel Steelheart, Liberal Arts Instructor at Edelwein Academy Sword School. Nice to meet you for the first time.”

 

After shaking hands, Aimerus smiled and patted Delev’s shoulder.

 

“I heard you elevated my youngest’s humble swordsmanship skills and taught him many things. By the way, we carve gratitude and grudges into our bones.”

 

Delev looked at his father in surprise at those words.

 

“In Teacher Ziel’s case, I will engrave that kindness into my bones.”

 

Engraving gratitude and grudges into one’s bones.

That was precisely the Kundel family motto.

 

‘Father mentioned the family motto…’

 

The father he knew never spoke the family motto lightly.

Because he understood the weight that the family motto carried.

Nevertheless, when mentioning gratitude , it meant he felt that much appreciation toward the other person.

Conversely, when mentioning grudges , it meant he felt that much anger.

In this case, he was truly grateful to Ziel.

 

“If you engrave it into your bones, it would probably hurt.”

“Hmm?”

“But it would definitely be remembered that much more.”

 

At Ziel’s words, the corners of Amos’s mouth subtly rose.

 

“I will definitely engrave Teacher Ziel’s kindness. I will surely repay it.”

“According to school rules, faculty members cannot receive any compensation from parents.”

 

The corners of his mouth that had risen fell back down.

 

“Instead, if it’s improving student Delev Kundel’s abilities, that would be sufficient repayment for that kindness.”

 

The corners of his mouth rose much higher than before.

Ziel had once again interpreted it literally.

He couldn’t receive anything from parents.

So, since he enjoyed teaching students and watching them grow, he thought that would be good compensation.

That answer greatly satisfied Amos.

 

“An excellent attitude, Teacher. Our youngest entering this year was fortunate indeed.”

 

Delev also sent a look filled with gratitude and respect.

Meanwhile.

 

‘Those guys are stealing my conversation…’

 

“Ahem, ahem.”

 

Daren squeezed his way into the conversation.

 

“Teacher Ziel, I too will engrave this kindness not in my bones but in my blood.”

“Daren…”

“Amos, it’s naturally something to remember. Why, isn’t it deeper than engraving in bones?”

“You can’t engrave in blood. It’s liquid.”

“Ah.”

“Maybe if you engrave with blood.”

“…”

 

Celia smacked her forehead and Delev let out a sigh.

 

‘Here they go again.’

‘Why do they get along so poorly?’

 

The great lord of the South, Kundel.

The great lord of the Western Region, Rihart.

The two great lords who rarely had occasion to meet since they governed large regions respectively, but whenever they did meet, they growled at each other like children.

From what he heard, they were classmates at the Academy in the past, just like themselves…

 

“Ahem, ahem. You two are still as close as ever.”

“That can’t be, Department Head.”

“Department Head, that’s absolutely not the case.”

 

The two great lords vehemently denied it!

Ziel was thinking different thoughts while watching the two.

 

‘Both are strong individuals.’

 

As assassination targets, they would be maximum difficulty!

They were skilled enough that when carrying out an assassination mission, one would have to be prepared for direct confrontation.

 

‘I wouldn’t be unable to win though.’

 

But if he were to execute it, he would definitely have to accept certain risks.

Though there would be no such occasion in the future.

 

“Ahem! Anyway, I won’t forget this kindness, Teacher Ziel. Please continue to take good care of our Celia.”

“I’ll ask you to prioritize our youngest, Teacher Ziel.”

“Hey now. I was first…”

 

Ziel realized.

So this is what childish means.

He had read it in books but couldn’t understand what kind of expression it was.

The examples were different too.

 

‘It was “thinking or acting like young children,” but.’

 

These two weren’t children but adults, weren’t they.

Books aren’t always right.

Ziel was learning that strange exceptions also exist in the world.

Meanwhile.

 

“Excuse me, the Family Head is there… is that person the Teacher Ziel?”

“Oh ho, I should go make my face known too.”

 

Western Region and South.

The gazes of nobles under each great lord naturally focused this way.

 

“Seeing you two having a conversation, you seem quite friendly.”

“We shouldn’t just stand here either, let’s go greet him. Isn’t he our child’s homeroom teacher?”

 

The desire to make a good impression on Ziel!

Since the great lords were approaching him like that, it was only natural for them to go and greet him too!

 

“Teacher Ziel, allow me to introduce myself for the first time. I am….”

“Our son’s eyes sparkle whenever he talks about you, Teacher!”

“Please take good care of him.”

 

Countless requests for handshakes!

While Ziel fulfilled his duties as a teacher, he had been feeling a gaze watching him from earlier.

Not far away.

Unlike the other nobles, one person who didn’t approach.

More precisely, someone who seemed unable to muster the courage to approach.

 

“Finally… I get to greet you.”

 

After all the nobles had left.

One person cautiously approached and offered a respectful greeting.

 

‘The scent is similar.’

 

It was a man whose scent was quite similar to a student he knew.

 

“I am Rangl Harmatan, Head of Harmatan. My son… owes you a great debt.”

 

 

The Harmatan Family is located in the Northern Outskirts.

Therefore, the Head of Harmatan, Rangl Harmatan, rarely has occasion to leave the family territory.

It would be more accurate to say he cannot leave.

The Northern Region is a harsh area, and if he leaves his post, other families might push in at any time.

Nevertheless, the reason he chose to come to the Academy was one thing.

To fulfill his human duty.

 

“Thank you for treating my son.”

 

Rangl Harmatan showed the best courtesy he could express.

In the Northern style, he knelt on one knee and took Ziel’s hand.

Ziel, who had been watching Rangl, shook his head.

 

“It wasn’t me who did it, but the doctor.”

 

Rangl interpreted it this way.

 

‘He’s being modest.’

 

Perhaps he feels burdened.

No matter how outstanding, he’s just a liberal arts instructor.

It wasn’t dismissive, but empathizing with someone in a similar situation.

The Harmatan Family was a place with weak influence among the many families in the Northern Region.

A liberal arts instructor was the same.

 

“Even so, it’s true that you opened a path for my son. And I heard you… adjusted his breathing technique.”

 

At first, he wondered if such a thing was possible.

Once you learn a breathing technique, it becomes fixed and is very difficult to correct.

It also carries great risks.

But Teacher Ziel had corrected his son’s breathing technique without such risks.

 

“Thank you. Thanks to you, Teacher, my son’s future has changed.”

 

He had even treated the fundamental cause.

Something no doctor or priest had accomplished in the past dozen years!

 

“Cough.”

 

Then Rangl coughed.

Ziel showed no reaction, but Rangl waved his hand as if it was nothing.

 

“The temperature changed suddenly, so I must have caught a cold. Hehe. Cough.”

 

Rangl cleared his throat and continued speaking.

 

“If it wouldn’t be rude, would you accept this?”

 

What Rangl offered was a sword.

The hand offering the sword trembled slightly.

Rather than trembling naturally, it felt like he was trying hard to hide the trembling.

Ziel refused, as he had done several times today.

 

“According to school rules, faculty members cannot accept anything from parents or students….”

“It’s not compensation, Teacher. Though it’s shameless, I’d like to make one more request.”

 

Rangl smiled awkwardly.

 

“Actually, I already prepared something. A family jewel. But seeing that you didn’t accept compensation from any parent today, I thought you wouldn’t accept what I’m offering either. So… though it makes me even more shameless, I’m asking you to at least take this.”

 

At those words, Ziel quietly looked at the sword.

Just from briefly touching it, he could feel it was considerably well-made.

 

“Why are you giving this to me?”

“I’ll have difficulty coming here again in the future. I’m not sure if you know, but I made a very big decision to come here this time. The Northern Region is… a harsh area. If it becomes known that I left my post, neighboring families will probably push in.”

“I see.”

 

Ziel nodded calmly.

But he still couldn’t understand the reason for giving him the sword.

 

“That sword is the Harmatan Family Heirloom. I was planning to give it to Yurio when he grows up and becomes qualified to inherit the family. If you could personally deliver it to him… I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“Why should I be the one to deliver it?”

“Because I might not be able to deliver it myself.”

 

A meaningful statement.

 

“Also, if Teacher, whom Yurio trusts and follows, delivers it when the time comes, I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

 

Rangl smiled brightly and grasped Ziel’s hand.

 

“I would be grateful if you could take care of it until then, Teacher.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll accept. I’ll deliver it when student Yurio Harmatan is ready.”

“Thank you, Teacher. I’m being shameless.”

 

However, a slight doubt remained.

 

“But how will I know when that ‘time’ comes?”

“You’ll… naturally come to know.”

 

Ziel sensed something strange from Rangl as he gave that answer.

 

‘Is he weakening?’

 

The coughing.

The trembling hands when handing over the sword.

The dark spots under his eyes that were hidden with makeup but clearly visible to Ziel’s eyes.

 

‘He’s dying.’

 

“Cough.”

 

Rangl coughed once more.

It was the sound of life slowly fading away.

Perhaps noticing Ziel’s gaze, Rangl shook his head.

 

“I know my condition well. Fortunately, my son doesn’t know. I have no regrets. My son has met a good teacher.”

 

A strained smile bloomed on his face.

 

“I only hope that I can stay alive until my son inherits the family.”

 

Though he couldn’t take care of his own body, it was a father’s heart without the slightest regret.

 

‘The illness seems to have progressed considerably.’

 

His breathing was irregular and his heartbeat erratic in a different way from Yurio.

Yurio had a congenital illness, but since it hadn’t reached the worst stage yet, it was curable. But this case was an illness caused by bodily deterioration, and the condition had already progressed significantly.

In such cases, the latter is more difficult to cure.

However, if he could trace the flow using the Polar Night Breathing Technique, he could temporarily restore it to normal.

 

“Family Head, excuse me.”

“Yes?”

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