On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 54

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 054

 

 

Making Waves (1)

 

 

Training day in preparation for the chaotic battle match.

While the First Years were rolling around the auditorium sweating, Ziel counted the number of people who had come to visit the auditorium.

 

‘Twenty in total?’

 

There were many guests today.

It wasn’t Professor Merhen in charge of Third Years and Professor Elcanto in charge of Second Years.

It was the parents.

Specifically, the parents of the First Years participating in the Exchange Tournament.

Strangely, they were divided into two groups watching the training.

 

“Family Head, no matter how I look at it, the young lady’s skills seem to have improved dramatically. It’s incomparable to the sword dance she showed at last year’s ball!”

“Mm-hmm. My daughter has indeed developed a lot lately. Haha!”

 

The families on the Rihart side.

 

“As expected, only Young Master Delev Kundel stands out. He truly lives up to being the student who inherited the Kundel talent most strongly!”

“Hmm. Is that so. He still has a long way to go to catch up to his Elder Brothers… but yes, that level is acceptable.”

 

The families on the Kundel side.

Of course, Ziel paid them no mind.

 

“Student Delev Kundel, in chaotic battles, frontal attacks are the easiest to miss.”

“What? Isn’t it the sides and back, Teacher?”

“You end up missing frontal attacks while paying attention to those directions. Didn’t you just do that?”

 

Whether the parents were watching or not, he pointed out mistakes mercilessly as usual—

 

“Ugh!”

“That, that teacher bastard!”

 

In the process of demonstrating, he tripped him and knocked him down.

 

“Now, wait.”

“But Family Head, that bastard just did that to the young master…”

“Are you planning to interfere while he’s conducting education? Look. Delev is getting right back up, isn’t he?”

 

Just as Amos Kundel said, Delev sprang up and took his stance again.

 

‘He’s not doing that because I’m watching.’

 

The way he naturally tried again seemed like it wasn’t his first or second time experiencing this.

It meant he was already thoroughly following Ziel’s teaching methods.

 

‘Someone like that makes me covet him.’

 

He was definitely different from other professors.

Even the Department Head acted cautiously in front of him.

It was natural in front of the Family Head of a major family like Kundel, but some professors were excessively servile.

But Ziel was different.

He was confident and without pretense.

He didn’t even use those common empty flattering words.

Most importantly, that way of treating his son!

 

“Get up, Student Delev Kundel. One day left.”

 

Merciless.

Even the teachers he had brought before his sons entered the Academy couldn’t do that.

Yet it wasn’t simply being strict, but teaching efficiently and clearly.

 

“Thrusting is about efficiency. Human muscles take longer to return to their original position when making extending motions rather than swinging motions. Remember this. You must thrust more accurately. That last one was easy to block.”

 

Amos smacked his lips in appreciation.

No matter how much talent you gathered, it was never enough.

 

“As expected of Young Master Delev. He’ll surpass his Elder Brothers in no time, won’t he?”

“Family Head, we’re envious. Having three such outstanding sons!”

 

At least he was 100 times better talent than these guys who just spouted empty words from the sidelines!

 

‘It might be worth mentioning to His Majesty to grant him a fief.’

 

Meanwhile.

 

‘So there was a reason our daughter wanted him.’

 

Darren Rihart watched Ziel intently as he began instructing Celia.

 

“Student Celia Rihart.”

“Teacher, I told you to drop the family name and just call me by my first name!”

“No.”

“Argh!”

 

Watching the instruction that followed, it was certainly understandable.

Hadn’t she been like that since childhood?

 

‘She was always fixated on things that wouldn’t go her way.’

 

Celia was a child who felt satisfied only when things went her way.

But she would become fixated on targets that wouldn’t bend to her will.

Then once she eventually made them submit and could control them as she pleased, she would lose interest… that kind of child.

 

‘She’s my daughter, but her personality is really… strange.’

 

In that sense, that teacher named Ziel is definitely not someone Celia can control as she pleases.

He’s someone who speaks his mind even in front of Rihart’s Family Head.

 

‘Give up, daughter. He’s not the kind of talent who would remain as your escort knight.’

 

Rather, his greed for him was growing stronger.

He wanted to bring him into the family and entrust him with important work, not just as an escort knight.

Even if he put him in the Knight Order, he’d be far more useful than an escort knight.

An academy instructor coveted by the heads of two Major Families!

 

“In chaotic battle, everyone must complement each other. From now on, we’ll split into two groups.”

 

Regardless of who was coveting him, Ziel had only one thing on his mind.

The Exchange Tournament’s second match.

Following the first match, he could achieve sufficiently good results in the second match as well.

And one more thing.

 

‘If I receive bonus points on my personnel evaluation… I could become a professor faster.’

 

Personnel evaluation points given based on Exchange Tournament results!

When those points accumulate, not only contract renewal but also professorship appointment would come a bit faster.

The disguised identity of Ziel Steelheart.

Making that into a real identity and perfectly settling into a new life.

That was Ziel’s goal.

 

‘It’ll be important to make good use of the relationship between the two alliances.’

 

Therefore, Ziel had already finished considering what strategy to take in the second match.

He had infiltrated in advance and ‘collected’ all the battle plans of each grade level.

Ziel only opened his mouth after confirming that the parents who had been standing above in the auditorium had left.

 

“Everyone listen. We move toward the Second Years and Third Years as soon as we start.”

 

Question marks appeared on the faces of students who were exhausted from continuous training.

Only Quantus nodded.

 

“As expected of Teacher!”

 

Ziel tilted his head.

 

“I haven’t said anything yet.”

“It’s obviously a strategy befitting Teacher Ziel. We’re going to fight them head-on, aren’t we?”

“No. Student Quantus Hopel.”

“Ah.”

“That’s a strategy befitting you, Student Quantus Hopel.”

 

Giggling laughter erupted from here and there.

 

“It’s not that we won’t fight, but at least we won’t fight at first.”

 

Then Yurio raised his hand.

 

“Teacher, then are we jumping between the Second Years and Third Years to induce fighting?”

“Half correct, Student Yurio Harmatan. It’s correct that we’re inducing fighting, but not between Second Years and Third Years.”

“Then…”

“We induce fighting between the two alliances.”

 

The Fifth Year-Fourth Year alliance.

The Third Year-Second Year alliance.

These two alliances exactly.

Based on the information he collected and examining past Exchange Tournament results and second match records—

 

“First Years have been ‘prey’ until now.”

 

Ziel brought up this analogy.

Naturally, it was an analogy he had seen in a book.

 

“Very easy prey to eat, at that.”

 

Prey that anyone could target, even.

Points vary according to ranking, number of survivors, and finally the number eliminated.

First Years were essentially the prey that should be devoured with top priority.

 

“Second Years and Third Years will try to eliminate us, and Fourth Years and Fifth Years will rush to stop those Second Years and Third Years.”

 

Rather, inducing rapid conflict.

That was exactly Ziel’s aim.

Especially the Third Years would be most aggressive.

 

‘Since they’re the grade level most disappointed with their points.’

 

After achieving an unexpected fourth place in the first match, they’d obviously be fired up.

Calculatedly, First Years could sufficiently avoid even Third Year level attacks.

Fighting back was a matter for later.

Meanwhile, they’d draw in Fourth Years and Fifth Years to induce chaotic battle between alliances.

 

“Meanwhile, we preserve our strength as much as possible while taking them down one by one. Remember this. All the training we’ve prepared until now was for that very moment.”

 

The part most emphasized in today’s chaotic battle preparation training was precisely one-vs-many training.

It was training where almost all students rushed at Ziel to suppress him.

Of course, they didn’t succeed in suppressing him.

But Fourth Years and Fifth Years would be different.

At least they were weaker than Ziel.

One by one, steadily.

That was exactly the strategy the First Years had chosen.

While 2-vs-1 or 3-vs-1 might be difficult, if it became 5-vs-1 or 10-vs-1, they could definitely bring down even those strong Fourth Years and Fifth Years.

 

‘The strategy really is different.’

‘As expected of Teacher Ziel!’

 

The students no longer had any doubts.

Rather, they actively agreed with Ziel’s strategy.

The strategies for First Years they had heard from Seniors so far were just about sticking together to endure or attaching themselves to other years to secure minimal points.

Because they couldn’t escape the limitations of being First Years.

But Ziel presented an unexpected strategy and had already achieved unexpected results.

The greatest First Years in history!

The First Years were changing that way without even realizing it.

 

“That’s all. Today’s training is concluded.”

 

Now just one day until the Exchange Tournament.

The preparations were complete.

The time for the decisive battle was near.

And Ziel didn’t forget to encourage them.

 

“Ah. Student Quantus Hopel.”

“Yes, Teacher!”

“Lead well as the leader.”

“Understood!”

 

With just one word about being leader, the dejected Quantus was revived.

 

‘He really is a simple guy.’

‘He won’t continue being the leader forever… right?’

 

Of course, Ziel didn’t know that when he said it.

 

 

The day of the Exchange Tournament’s 2nd match.

Edelwein Academy’s largest facility.

The crowd that filled ‘Rickbain Ground’ to capacity.

This is one of the reasons why today’s 2nd match is important.

Because not only parents and students, but also unrelated nobles, celebrities from all walks of life, and even scout representatives from various knight orders had gathered together.

It was no exaggeration to say this was a place where the entire Empire’s attention was focused on the future promising talents.

Even the upperclassmen 5th Year Students get nervous at times like this.

Moreover-

 

“Surrounding area secured. You may be seated, Your Highness.”

“Mm. Thank you, Sir Relio.”

 

Today, not only the Imperial Knight Order but even a direct heir of the Imperial Family was present.

Dietrich Valdrain.

The second son of the Imperial Family who recently achieved ‘great merit’ and earned the Emperor’s trust.

It was precisely the merit of obtaining Belberg Wings and somewhat healing the Empress’s illness.

Thanks to that treatment, the Empress overcame her life-threatening crisis and the Emperor was greatly pleased.

Thanks to this, Dietrich was catching up to the Eldest Son in the succession competition.

Being able to come to such an occasion today was also thanks to that.

Attending an ‘official’ occasion where he shows himself before countless people meant he had earned that much trust.

Actually, there was no reason to come to such a place.

It was just an Academy event after all.

But he happened to hear news that Family Heads were attending this Academy Exchange Tournament in unprecedented numbers.

For that reason, he came to attend as a member of the Imperial Family and also as a Prince.

 

“Your Highness, many people are looking this way. How about waving your hand once?”

 

At Relio’s suggestion, Prince Dietrich smiled and waved his hand.

It was a fabricated smile, but that didn’t mean he felt bad about it.

An opportunity he had seized for himself!

For Dietrich, who had been helplessly pushed back by his Elder Brother, the chance for succession had finally come.

 

‘I should be grateful to that man.’

 

He had the Belberg Wings stolen by some strange man at the Black Market.

But thanks to the method that man told him, he was able to find the black market merchant ‘Derza’ and obtain Belberg Wings.

Although he paid a very expensive price, the reward that came back was even greater.

 

‘I hope we meet again.’

 

Not handing over the wings to the end was an annoying matter, but he still benefited greatly because of it.

Dietrich knows well the sorrow of being a second son.

So he remembers favors and grudges very well.

He especially remembers kindness better.

For example, someone like Sir Relio who has followed him unchangingly from the moment they first met until now.

 

“How are your wounds?”

“Much better. I’m sorry, but I feel embarrassed every time you mention it, Your Highness.”

“Think of it as a wound of glory. Thanks to that night’s events, Mother was able to overcome her crisis. Ah, and… now that I think of it, the person who was with that man that night was called ‘Crow’, wasn’t it?”

“That’s correct. Just say the word and I’ll capture him immediately.”

“Sir Relio, you’re too aggressive. Let me finish speaking. I’d like to find time soon to meet that man.”

 

Relio answered awkwardly.

 

“Ah, I, I see. Then for what reason…”

“I want to show some appreciation.”

 

And one more thing.

If possible, bringing him to his side wouldn’t look bad either.

 

‘I achieved merit this time, but it’s still not enough.’

 

He still falls behind his Elder Brother.

Therefore, no matter how many talented people he gathers, it’s not enough.

That night, the martial prowess that easily brought down Relio, whom he trusted and relied on most!

He coveted that martial prowess.

 

“Understood. I’ll look into it through Sir Eton.”

“Mm.”

 

Meanwhile, the students participating in this Exchange Tournament entered the arena amid cheers and shouts.

 

“This should be interesting.”

 

This Exchange Tournament had an unusually large number of people wanting Ziel.

The highlight, the second match, was just about to begin.

 

“Sir Relio.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“I heard the Fifth Years always win and the First Years always come in last.”

 

Today, Dietrich was scheduled to appear on the award platform as a prince.

As the award presenter, his predicted outcome was this:

 

“The younger they are, the more important experience becomes, so I don’t think it will change much.”

“That’s correct, Your Highness. I think so as well.”

“Hmm.”

 

On the other hand, what caught his eye were the First Years of his own age.

There was even a bit of envy mixed in.

Far from living with friends, he lived surrounded by guard knights every single day.

But he knew.

That life was far too removed from his own.

There had never been a precedent of a prince enrolling, and there never would be.

 

‘I should cheer enthusiastically.’

 

Though this was an official occasion, it felt like receiving a vacation.

The First Years would probably be eliminated early, but…

He should cheer for them wholeheartedly in his mind.

That’s what he thought.

Until something amazing unfolded in the match that had begun.

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