On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 51

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 051

 

 

Because It’s Wrong

 

 

Tap, tap tap.

 

Ziel released mana from his fingertips and instantly tapped several spots on Rangl’s body.

Suddenly, Rangl’s breath caught in his throat.

 

‘What is this…’

 

A tingling pain from where his fingertips had touched.

However, when he could breathe again, Rangl strangely felt his body become lighter.

 

“How… did you do this…”

“It’s a temporary measure. Your breathing should be comfortable for the duration of your return to the Northern Region.”

 

Rangl blankly felt around his own body.

His heartbeat had stabilized and the flow of mana he felt in his body was much smoother.

 

“It’s a bit different from the method I used on student Yurio Harmatan. I slightly widened the paths where mana flow wasn’t smooth.”

 

A kind explanation.

But before that, a question arose.

 

‘Is that even possible?’

 

He had heard it was possible.

If one was an extremely skilled practitioner who handled mana, or a mystic arts user with special abilities.

 

‘He’s more skilled than I thought.’

 

He could understand why the great lords of the Western Region and South sought him out first, and why nobles flocked to him.

 

‘Then why a liberal arts instructor?’

 

Though there were still unresolved questions.

 

“If possible, you should see a doctor quickly and receive treatment.”

 

I know.

But I can’t do that.

Harmatan no longer has the money for that.

The situation is already overwhelming just taking care of the territory.

 

“I don’t really know what family is.”

 

Then came Ziel’s words.

 

“But if the Family Head’s illness worsens, I think my student will be sad.”

“…”

 

Ziel spoke as things were.

Because Yurio had often mentioned his father.

What he had felt from that was ‘affection’.

It was an emotion that carried the dictionary meaning that Ziel had read in books.

So he said this.

Exactly as he thought and felt.

Those words had more effect than expected.

 

“…You’re right. Now that my son is better, I should take better care of myself. I understand.”

 

Rangl Harmatan made a decision.

Rather than passing on the family when he could no longer move…

He would pass on the family while in a somewhat healthier state.

That way, he could reduce his son’s trial and error.

He’d also like to see him lead well, if possible.

 

“Still, I’d appreciate it if you could deliver that sword to Teacher.”

“I understand.”

 

Ziel readily nodded.

 

“I would be grateful if you could take good care of him in the meantime.”

“I will do so.”

 

Ziel suddenly asked.

 

“Then are you returning to the Northern Region now?”

“I think I should.”

“Watch the second match. You’ll see student Yurio Harmatan’s performance.”

 

A sudden proposal.

After hesitating for a moment, Rangl nodded after some thought.

 

“Alright.”

“Yes. Then.”

“Ah, and Teacher Ziel.”

 

Rangl stopped Ziel who was about to leave.

 

“If anything, I will definitely get treatment to repay Teacher. I was too shameless.”

 

Then he brought his right index and middle fingers together in the Northern style and placed them on his left chest.

 

“I swear. Someday I will definitely help Teacher with everything our Harmatan family has. It doesn’t matter if you refuse. By then, I might not be a parent anymore.”

 

Ziel watched quietly and then nodded readily.

 

“Understood.”

 

Ziel added one more thing.

 

“Take Muk Flower once a day. It will help treat your heart.”

“Muk Flower, you say….”

“It’s a common flower near the Capital here.”

 

Ziel left with those words.

Left alone, Rangl felt overwhelmed with emotion.

 

‘I have a reason to live.’

 

Rangl Harmatan touched his body as if still unable to believe it.

 

“Hah….”

 

His body really had gotten better.

It seemed he should go see his son for a while.

 

‘Muk Flower.’

 

He’d also look for the flower Teacher Ziel mentioned.

 

 

The first match concluded successfully.

Fortunately, the series of incidents weren’t revealed to the outside.

 

“Phew.”

 

Berhal collapsed into his chair with an expression of finally being able to breathe.

The second match to be held in three days.

Now he could prepare for that somewhat.

 

‘My head hurts.’

 

But nothing had been resolved.

The only fortunate thing was that they had prevented the worst-case scenario.

All thanks to Teacher Ziel!

If Professor Elcanto had blocked the primary threat, then Ziel had caught the two beasts that could have connected to the mastermind.

 

“As for compensation… an incentive would be good.”

 

Whether professors or liberal arts instructors, they’re all salary workers in the end.

There are often cases of lining their pockets, but these days that would spell big trouble.

 

‘Should I personally take extra care of Teacher Ziel?’

 

The more he saw of him, the more he liked the teacher.

Even in front of nobles, he was upright and wouldn’t accept anything, and his calm reaction to praise was admirable too.

Even professors would usually shrink back or defer in front of such high-ranking nobles.

Ziel had none of that.

He just treated them as parents.

The ‘gratitude’ the nobles tried to give after the first match would have totaled millions of cel combined.

 

‘Rather than having nothing to regret… did he really seem that way?’

 

What could he personally take care of for him?

Since he’d preserved face, maybe a sword would be good.

A pretty decent one at that.

 

‘Wait, does he use a sword?’

 

From what he heard, Professor Elcanto had just conducted a brief interview and passed him, but he’d never actually seen him use a sword.

 

‘I should ask.’

 

Naturally, it would also be reflected in his personnel evaluation.

Perhaps, for the first time in Sword School history….

 

Knock knock.

 

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Normally Berhal would have said to come in, but he sighed at the presence he felt behind the door.

 

‘What had to come has come.’

 

Locus.

The person he least wanted to see these days.

 

“Come in.”

 

Click.

 

The door opened, and Locus entered with Lena.

 

“Your injuries seem to have recovered somewhat, Miss Lena.”

“Thanks to your concern.”

 

Locus smirked at Berhal greeting Lena first instead of himself.

 

“I should have come alone. It would have been interesting to see how you’d react then.”

“Stop being sarcastic and just say what you came to say, then leave, Locus.”

“Fine then.”

 

Locus continued speaking with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

 

“I’ll put it simply. Both of them confessed their backers. Siren is behind this.”

 

They managed to make them talk.

Probably some ‘special’ methods were employed.

Since it’s the Personnel Department.

Though they call it the Personnel Department, it’s no different from the Dean’s direct military force.

Especially that Locus bastard….

 

“Then that’s settled. Will you hand the case over to the Imperial Palace now?”

“No. Siren will deny it.”

 

That would be natural.

 

“Even if they deny it, what use is it when there’s clear evidence and accomplices?”

“They can just cut off the tail. They can claim someone is framing them.”

 

Berhal pressed his forehead.

 

“So, there’s no way?”

 

Locus snickered.

 

“If that were the case, I wouldn’t have come to see you, Department Head.”

 

That sneer.

No matter how I look at it, I don’t like it.

But Berhal had reasons to suppress his boiling anger.

 

‘What crime did that guy commit.’

 

Locus wiped away his sneer and made a suggestion.

 

“Let’s wait for other evidence, Department Head.”

“Other evidence?”

“Since they failed, Siren will definitely move again.”

“Wouldn’t they rather lay low?”

“They won’t think that the guys they sent have opened their mouths.”

 

Hehe.

 

This time, instead of a sneer, Locus wore a sinister smile.

 

“Those bastards will now act exactly as we want them to.”

“You don’t mean….”

“Thanks to one assassination group’s destruction, I seem to be seeing many good items.”

 

A thought flashed through Berhal’s mind.

A potion created by some mystic arts user!

It was the secret potion used when creating assassins.

I heard that when the ‘Black Sky’ assassination group was destroyed, some of those items were leaked….

 

“Is there a problem?”

“Even so, that’s going too far.”

“Everything is for Edelwein Academy, Department Head.”

 

Locus took a step closer.

 

“They’re luring and threatening the talents who will shoulder this Empire’s future, can we just stand by and watch?”

“….”

 

Berhal couldn’t bring himself to speak.

Because it wasn’t wrong.

If Siren continues like this, they must be stopped somehow.

But with the evidence they currently have, it’s difficult to pressure Siren.

So Locus’s words are right, but….

 

“Anyway, those bastards were already moving under brainwashing from Siren.”

 

Berhal had no other clever solution and couldn’t answer.

 

“And I’ve also hired a Crow.”

“A Crow?”

“I’ve commissioned a skilled Crow, so information should come in soon.”

 

Locus seems to be thoroughly preparing for this matter.

Locus suddenly asked.

 

“Ah. And about this. Do you really not know anything about that mysterious man?”

 

The mysterious man.

He was referring to the man who saved Lena and subdued the two spies sent by Siren.

 

“Unfortunately, I don’t know.”

“Hmm. You’re not hiding anything, are you?”

“Is there a reason to hide it?”

 

Locus, who had been looking straight into Berhal’s eyes, shrugged his shoulders.

 

“Well, it doesn’t matter. He seemed like a tremendous expert…. According to Lena, he was a very, very tremendous expert.”

 

Berhal had heard too.

Enough to make him curious about who it really was.

But he didn’t rashly open his mouth.

Because it’s still not certain whether the Imperial Palace is backing him or not.

 

“If you meet him later, please tell him thank you. Thanks to him, our employee survived.”

 

No, more than that, right now….

 

“Are you really planning to use that secret potion, Locus?”

 

Berhal looked toward Lena.

It was quiet.

As if agreeing with Locus’s words.

 

“I didn’t come to seek agreement, Department Head. Didn’t you hand this matter over to the Personnel Department?”

“Locus, you…”

“I came to inform you. This is something Sword School and the Department Head don’t know about.”

 

Locus spoke with a rigid expression toward the startled Berhal.

 

“Because that’s the ‘right thing to do.'”

 

And then he added one more line.

 

“Though you failed to do it.”

 

Click.

 

The door closed.

A sigh flowed from Berhal’s mouth.

 

“Phew…”

 

Child problems were indeed too difficult.

 

 

One day after the end of the 1st match.

First Years gathered for Recovery Training.

 

“I thought you’d let us rest completely the next day. The other grades are resting.”

“Only the Fifth Years and Fourth Years would be like that. The Third Years and Second-year Seniors were training right after yesterday’s match ended, weren’t they?”

“Is it because they lost to us?”

“Ah, I hope we don’t get called for assembly later.”

 

The First Years who achieved a miraculous joint 2nd place in the 1st match were excited.

They were overflowing with confidence and in a good mood.

Conversely, the Third Years and Second Years who recorded 4th and 5th place respectively were in chaos.

 

“I heard that the Professors are also extremely angry. Asking how they could lose.”

“Professor Merhen in charge of Third Years almost exploded, they say.”

“Is Professor Elcanto okay? He’s in charge of Second Years but got injured…”

“He’s giving training guidance with that body. We couldn’t even say thank you.”

 

While the lively chatter continued.

Finally, Ziel entered the auditorium.

His appearance seemed to shine even more today!

It wasn’t simply because he was handsome.

It was because of yesterday’s 1st match.

There, he had thoroughly tasted the effects of training!

 

‘If it wasn’t for Teacher, I would have definitely been last.’

‘It was really an unbelievable result…’

 

Physical Strength.

Reflexes.

And even the Perseverance to never give up.

The very person who instilled all of that into the newly enrolled First Years!

Ziel Steelheart opened his mouth.

 

“Everyone did well yesterday.”

 

He even added praise that was rarely heard.

What more words would follow.

Just when they were full of anticipation.

 

“Now we prepare for the 2nd match.”

 

As expected, Ziel beautifully betrayed their expectations.

 

“Please praise us more, Teacher!”

“Is more needed besides saying you did well?”

“Yes!”

 

Ziel pondered for a moment.

 

Thump thump!

 

Students expecting what kind of praise would come.

But-

 

“…”

 

Silence continued.

Continuously.

For almost a minute.

 

‘I can’t think of anything.’

 

After much thought, Ziel changed the subject.

 

“Now let’s prepare for the 2nd match.”

 

Celia urgently raised her hand.

 

“Teacher! Each person’s individual performance…”

“I didn’t see it.”

“Ah…”

 

I really didn’t see it.

I was at the bottom of the mountain while the match was in progress and only came up after it was all over.

I only heard about their performance secondhand.

I might praise the results, but not the process.

 

“I won’t praise a process I didn’t even see.”

 

But Ziel added.

 

“However, I will praise you in the second match the day after tomorrow. Because I’ll be able to see the process directly myself.”

 

The First Years brightened up at those words.

The second match takes place in the vast arena.

That very place that encompasses all the major events of Edelwein Academy, including not just Sword School, but Arcane School and Arts School as well!

There, teams from each grade level compete simultaneously in chaotic battle.

 

‘What kind of training will it be?’

‘Since it’s preparation for chaotic battle… formation training?’

‘Attack training?’

 

Just then, ‘leader’ Quantus confidently raised his hand.

 

“Teacher! As the leader, let me take a guess!”

“Go ahead.”

“Since it’s preparation for chaotic battle, it must be strength training! Haha!”

 

The other First Years thought.

That guy needs brain training.

 

“Wrong. Student Quantus Hopel.”

“Huh, why!”

“Because you’re wrong.”

 

Nod.

 

The other First Years all nodded together as if they had made a promise.

 

‘He’s not just an idiot. Obviously it’s formation training.’

‘If only that guy wasn’t the leader…’

‘He’s still the leader for the second match too? Really?’

 

Right at that moment.

 

“The training for the second match is this.”

 

Shing.

 

Ziel came forward holding a practice sword.

 

“From now on, you will dodge my attacks.”

“What?”

 

Second floor of the auditorium.

Ziel glanced at the professors looking down this way and said something unexpected.

 

“It’s evasion training.”

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