On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 91

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 091

 

 

 

 

 

Heavenly Taste (1)

 

 

 

 

 

Having filled his stomach to the brim, Ziel finally left the Sopen Family Mansion.

 

 

 

“Take… care, Teacher.”

 

“Thank you for the warm hospitality, Family Head Olton Sopen.”

 

“…”

 

 

 

Olton’s expression was quite subtle.

 

While his gratitude remained, the shocking amount of food Ziel had consumed during the meal!

 

 

 

‘How could he possibly eat all 30 chicken skewers?’

 

 

 

He thought Ziel was being considerate when he said he liked simple food, but he genuinely just loved it.

 

And it wasn’t just the chicken skewers he ate.

 

 

 

“All the food was excellent.”

 

“I-Is that so? Hahaha.”

 

 

 

Actually, from a host’s perspective, having someone eat so well was wonderful.

 

The problem was he ate too much.

 

The Head Chef had told the Head Butler—

 

 

 

‘Three days’ worth of ingredients disappeared…’

 

 

 

So he said.

 

 

 

“Well then, I’ll greet you at the next family visit or event, Family Head Olton Sopen.”

 

“Take care, Teacher Ziel. Please take good care of our child.”

 

 

 

Still, good things were good things, so Olton saw Ziel off well until the end.

 

And after confirming Ziel’s departure, he immediately turned with a frightening expression and asked the Head Butler.

 

 

 

“Head Butler… how much was spent on this family visit?”

 

“…Including 1.3 million cel for tea, the food costs were about 800,000 cel…”

 

 

 

A total of 2.1 million cel!

 

That was equivalent to a 3rd-tier mage’s annual salary!

 

He had been thoroughly cleaned out.

 

 

 

“…Phew.”

 

“I apologize, Family Head. I truly never imagined such costs…”

 

“No. It’s fine. Let’s think of it positively.”

 

“F-Family Head…”

 

“Let’s just think of it as entertaining someone from the Imperial Palace. When you think about it… he’s even more precious than that.”

 

 

 

The Head Butler was surprised.

 

He definitely thought Olton would be incredibly upset about the cost.

 

The Family Head Olton Sopen he had observed was a penny-pincher among penny-pinchers who extremely disliked unexpected expenses!

 

He had thought of him as quite the nouveau riche type…

 

 

 

“Isn’t he our Maris’s teacher?”

 

 

 

It was thanks to the consultation held in the reception room.

 

Olton had been quite impressed then!

 

While he still felt it was somewhat wasteful, thanks to that he had treated Ziel well, and most importantly, his son was happy.

 

 

 

“Father, I’m glad Teacher enjoyed the food so much.”

 

“Yes. But… did you know he ate that much?”

 

“I heard he always eats a lot at the Faculty Dining Hall… but I didn’t know it would be this much either.”

 

“…”

 

 

 

Honestly, it was just a tiny bit wasteful, but it was still okay.

 

 

 

“Maris, as Teacher said, devote yourself to training during the vacation. He said you have good talent, so you’ll definitely become an excellent knight. Later, aim to become an Imperial Knight beyond Grand Knight.”

 

“Yes, of course!”

 

“Listen well to Teacher. And naturally, you won’t do it again, but do well in Academy life from now on too. Understood?”

 

“Of course, Father.”

 

 

 

Only then did Olton smile contentedly.

 

 

 

‘I was being too… materialistic. He’s definitely different from the professors I’ve met at the Academy so far. Is this what… a real teacher is?’

 

 

 

All the professors he had met so far had only looked at the Sopen Family’s money and made demands.

 

Not just professors, but many people were like that.

 

But Ziel had only one request.

 

Only Maris’s growth.

 

 

 

‘How shameful, how shameful.’

 

 

 

Then the father and son suddenly realized one fact.

 

 

 

“…Maris, where did Teacher Ziel go?”

 

“That’s… right? He shouldn’t be out of sight already…”

 

 

 

It seemed like less than 5 minutes had passed.

 

Ziel was already out of sight.

 

He definitely came on foot, right?

 

 

 

 

 

 

His final destination was the Kundel Family in the South.

 

To his next destination, the Riversong Family, was about a day’s journey.

 

Normally it would take three to four days on foot, but Ziel was walking quickly at high speed.

 

 

 

‘The night is deepening.’

 

 

 

It was already night.

 

Natural, since he had come out after finishing dinner.

 

Originally, Olton had offered him a room to stay the night, but Ziel had declined.

 

 

 

‘There’s plenty of time.’

 

 

 

After walking for a while, camping briefly during the night, and then arriving at the Riversong family would be perfect timing.

 

The Riversong family.

 

The family of student Jon Riversong, who had made wrong choices due to his family’s ruined finances.

 

Fortunately, the whole truth had been revealed, and even the head of Riversong, Albert Riversong, had come to apologize.

 

Afterwards, it had been resolved without major issues, but for Ziel, that problem wasn’t over.

 

The Siren family.

 

That family that had threatened the student.

 

They were quiet for now, but he planned to investigate them as soon as the home visit schedule was finished.

 

 

 

‘I should call Crow.’

 

 

 

That Crow who for some reason couldn’t resist daggers.

 

As he walked for a long time, the sun gradually set and night deepened.

 

Ziel detected a presence slowly approaching from behind.

 

It wasn’t close yet.

 

But the speed was definitely fast.

 

 

 

‘Wheel sounds and hoofbeats… a carriage.’

 

 

 

Without even turning around, Ziel identified what was approaching, and as the carriage drew closer, he even confirmed the number of people.

 

 

 

‘One coachman, and inside the carriage… at least four or more. Or there’s a lot of cargo loaded.’

 

 

 

As it got even closer, a certain scent wafted over.

 

The carriage gradually slowed down as it reached Ziel’s vicinity.

 

 

 

“Hey there! Traveler! Where are you headed! The night is dangerous. From what I can see, we seem to be going the same direction, so how about I give you a ride and we travel together!”

 

 

 

The coachman offered kindness.

 

Indeed, anywhere in the Empire except territories or cities, nights were dangerous.

 

Rather, cases like Ziel traveling alone were rare.

 

 

 

“On nights like this, the more people the better. And just a little further ahead is Pieron Forest, which is quite a dangerous place!”

 

 

 

However, to the coachman’s question, Ziel shook his head.

 

 

 

“I’ll decline.”

 

“What, are you some kind of Imperial Knight or something?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then you’d better behave and get on. How about getting on without regrets?”

 

 

 

Ziel answered again.

 

 

 

“I’ll decline.”

 

 

 

Then the coachman’s face slightly contorted.

 

He could have just passed by, but he had offered kindness, and it seemed his feelings were hurt by Ziel’s rejection.

 

But Ziel had a different reason for refusing.

 

 

 

“Declining… If you had just gotten on obediently, you would have lived a few dozen minutes longer.”

 

 

 

The carriage came to a complete stop.

 

And the coachman banged on the carriage wall.

 

 

 

“Hey, everyone come out! There’s one idiot traveling alone!”

 

 

 

With a creak, the door opened and three thugs jumped out.

 

Each with a sword at their waist.

 

 

 

‘As expected.’

 

 

 

As the carriage approached, Ziel had caught a certain scent.

 

It was the smell of blood.

 

And the thugs’ bodies were already covered in blood.

 

Naturally, it wasn’t the thugs’ blood.

 

It was from what was inside that carriage…

 

The blood of corpses.

 

 

 

“There was an idiot traveling alone in the dead of night.”

 

“Pretty face, are you going to some city looking for a good job? Or looking for a nice lady to play with?”

 

 

 

Then the coachman also got down from the carriage and drew his sword.

 

 

 

“Stop the chatter and let’s finish this quickly. You all know, right? Any witnesses we encounter while moving are eliminated without exception.”

 

“Got it, why are you in such a hurry? He can’t escape anyway.”

 

 

 

Shing.

 

 

 

The remaining three drew their swords and surrounded Ziel in a circle.

 

Ziel watched this scene quietly and asked.

 

 

 

“You’re bandits.”

 

 

 

His tone changed from respectful speech.

 

Also, his fearless appearance.

 

Rather, at his question full of curiosity, one of the thugs tilted his head.

 

 

 

“Are you so scared that you’ve lost your mind? In this situation, even begging for your life wouldn’t be enough, yet you ask such things?”

 

“You don’t seem to have any intention of sparing me.”

 

“Oh, right. We don’t have that intention. But we’re not bandits. We’re just carrying out a mission…”

 

 

 

When he got that far, the coachman sighed.

 

 

 

“Stop flapping your mouth and hurry up and deal with it. Why are you talking so much?”

 

“Got it, got it. I know you’re in a hurry, okay?”

 

 

 

Now the three men were approaching in earnest.

 

Ziel looked at them and—

 

 

 

“Huh?”

 

 

 

He appeared from behind and kicked one of them right in the back of the knee.

 

 

 

“Ugh!”

 

 

 

The man clutched his leg and fell, but only for a moment.

 

 

 

Thwack!

 

 

 

Ziel’s foot struck his head, and the guy was knocked unconscious.

 

 

 

“Wh-what the hell is this bastard!”

 

 

 

The other two rushed at him urgently.

 

Ziel blocked the first attacker’s downward slash by grabbing his wrist, then struck his hand to steal the sword.

 

 

 

Slash!

 

 

 

And he slashed across his chest.

 

 

 

“Gah, gahhh!”

 

 

 

New blood stained the already blood-soaked clothes.

 

Then Ziel struck the chest-slashed man’s head, knocking him unconscious.

 

The remaining one—

 

 

 

Thud.

 

 

 

“Ahhhhh!”

 

 

 

He knocked him down and pierced his thigh, driving the sword deep into the ground.

 

 

 

“If you move, your leg will tear.”

 

 

 

After kindly explaining, Ziel immediately approached the coachman.

 

 

 

“You’re even worse than the students.”

 

“Wh-what are you!”

 

 

 

The coachman panicked and raised his sword.

 

 

 

“Your sword tip is trembling. Weak wrist strength?”

 

 

 

No.

 

It was because of fear and panic.

 

 

 

“Y-you bastard! What are you! What do you do!”

 

“I’m a Liberal Arts Instructor at the Academy.”

 

“What?”

 

 

 

The coachman’s question ended there.

 

Ziel instantly moved and simultaneously slashed both of the coachman’s knees.

 

The coachman collapsed.

 

 

 

“Ahhhhh!”

 

 

 

Amid the screams, Ziel threw away both the stolen sword and the coachman’s sword.

 

 

 

“Pl-please just let me live…”

 

 

 

Ziel asked the coachman.

 

 

 

“Why did you attack me?”

 

“I’m sorry!”

 

“I asked why you attacked me. ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t the right answer.”

 

“Th-that’s actually… we were told to eliminate all witnesses who saw us…”

 

“Who gave you those orders?”

 

“The person who assigned us the job…”

 

“Who is that?”

 

 

 

One question leading to another.

 

 

 

“…”

 

 

 

The coachman, who had clamped his mouth shut, suddenly noticed a dagger that had appeared in front of his throat.

 

 

 

‘When did that happen?’

 

 

 

He hadn’t even seen it being drawn.

 

His whole body trembled.

 

 

 

‘I’m screwed.’

 

 

 

The atmosphere felt like he would really die if he didn’t answer.

 

 

 

“I asked who it was. Don’t want to answer? Or can’t answer?”

 

 

 

It was both.

 

But both were choices he couldn’t make!

 

The coachman kept his mouth shut for now.

 

The right to remain silent.

 

So far, Tollen was still more frightening than this guy in front of him.

 

So far.

 

 

 

“He won’t open his mouth.”

 

 

 

Then Ziel raised his finger and brought it toward the coachman’s thigh.

 

 

 

“The human body feels different levels of pain depending on the area.”

 

“…?”

 

“Among them, the place that feels the strongest pain is right here.”

 

 

 

Poke.

 

 

 

The moment his finger touched the inner thigh.

 

 

 

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

 

 

 

A desperate scream filled the forest.

 

 

 

‘What, what is this?’

 

 

 

Then came pain so immense that no scream could emerge, spreading from his thigh throughout his entire body.

 

What happened to me?

 

He only touched me with his finger?

 

 

 

‘Usually takes less than a minute.’

 

 

 

Ziel recalled memories from his assassin days.

 

A method of channeling mana through fingertips to stimulate nerves!

 

Depending on the method, he could open mana pathways like in Yurio’s case, or suppress pain, but…

 

He could also amplify pain like in this case.

 

Of course, this was only possible because Ziel knew every detail of the human body.

 

 

 

“Ughhhhhhh…”

 

 

 

After the coachman’s agony continued for about 10 seconds, Ziel removed his finger.

 

The pain subsided instantly, but the coachman felt like he might lose consciousness at any moment.

 

No, he thought he might just die like this.

 

His priorities changed in an instant.

 

The death before his eyes and Tollen’s cruelty.

 

The coachman quickly opened his mouth to avoid the former.

 

 

 

“Tollen… it’s Tollen.”

 

“Who is that?”

 

“The, the head of Tollen Trading Company…”

 

“So you’re saying Tollen, the head of Tollen Trading Company, ordered this.”

 

“Y-y-yes, that’s right.”

 

 

 

After hearing the answer, Ziel grabbed the coachman by the back of his neck.

 

 

 

“Eek!”

 

 

 

He dragged the coachman to the front of the carriage.

 

Ziel threw the coachman in front of the carriage and examined the inside.

 

Four corpses.

 

And what he found on the bodies was—

 

 

 

‘The Riversong Family crest.’

 

 

 

Coincidentally, identification tokens engraved with the Riversong Family crest.

 

Looking up at the carriage ceiling, Ziel confirmed this carriage also belonged to the Riversong Family.

 

In other words.

 

 

 

‘The four I just fought killed people and stole this carriage.’

 

 

 

These bastards had attacked the carriage on orders from trading company head Tollen and were heading somewhere.

 

It seemed they had also received orders to eliminate any ‘witnesses’ they discovered in the process.

 

 

 

“Why did you attack?”

 

“W-we just received orders…”

 

“You’re like assassins.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

 

 

Ziel confused the coachman with his cryptic words.

 

 

 

‘Since I’m heading to the Riversong Family anyway, I can leave this to them.’

 

 

 

He could bury everything in darkness, but since it involved a family he was planning to visit, it felt a bit wasteful to do so.

 

 

 

“I’ll leave your punishment to the Riversong Family.”

 

 

 

At those words, the coachman responded as if wailing.

 

 

 

“I-I’ll tell you everything! It’s just a rumor I heard, but Tollen Trading Company made plans to take over the Riversong Family! So they planned to attack carriages to steal share contract documents and lend money to the Riversong Family at high interest…”

 

“So what’s important about that?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

 

 

Ziel answered indifferently.

 

 

 

“That’s not what I asked about. I’m leaving your punishment to the Riversong Family.”

 

 

 

The coachman’s face turned pale.

 

If he went to the Riversong Family like this, he would die.

 

No matter how narrow their position had become or how much debt they had, a noble house was still a noble house.

 

 

 

‘If I go, I’ll die. I’ll definitely die!’

 

 

 

Having attacked a carriage carrying trade payments to the capital and killed four people, execution was naturally confirmed.

 

And there was no telling what they would do to him before the execution.

 

Mercenaries’ lives were worthless.

 

Clients would abandon mercenaries when necessary, and mercenaries knew this well too.

 

Naturally, Tollen wouldn’t care about the mercenaries or whether they lived or died.

 

It would be better to die from excessive blood loss before that….

 

 

 

“Don’t worry.”

 

 

 

With those words, Ziel touched somewhere on the coachman’s knee.

 

It was different from when he had placed his finger there earlier to inflict pain.

 

Surprisingly, the bleeding began to stop.

 

Then-

 

 

 

Sizzzzzzle!

 

 

 

“Aaaaaaahhh!”

 

 

 

When he cauterized the wound with the heated dagger, the bleeding stopped completely.

 

 

 

“You won’t die until you reach the Riversong Family.”

 

 

 

Just kill me instead.

 

Please.

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