On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 94

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 094

 

 

 

 

 

Tollen Trading Company (1)

 

 

 

 

 

Leaving behind his regret about the truffle, Ziel departed from the Riversong Family.

 

Albert offered an escort until the end, but Ziel ultimately refused.

 

This too was a refusal based on rationality.

 

If assassins came as initially suspected, an ‘escort’ would have little meaning.

 

Instead, a situation might arise where Ziel would have to escort them in reverse.

 

 

 

“He really left, alone.”

 

 

 

Albert watched Ziel disappearing into the distance with an expression both regretful and worried.

 

 

 

“Father, don’t worry. Teacher Ziel is… really strong.”

 

“Even so, the Tollen Trading Company are vicious bastards. They probably think their losses are no small matter…”

 

 

 

If executed, they could have forcibly delayed the repayment of a whopping 20 million cel principal and devoured the collateral and late interest.

 

In the long term, they would have tried to swallow up the Riversong Family.

 

 

 

‘It was a planned affair from the beginning.’

 

 

 

But that plan went awry from the start thanks to Ziel.

 

Thanks to him, the Riversong Family bought time, and with just the testimony of those attacking mercenaries, even the Tollen Trading Company couldn’t act recklessly.

 

 

 

‘The problem is that Teacher Ziel has become the target… Will he really be okay?’

 

 

 

“Father, Teacher Ziel losing… I can’t even imagine it.”

 

 

 

But listening to Yon’s words, he seemed to have unwavering faith in Ziel.

 

 

 

“…Is Teacher that strong?”

 

“I told you, didn’t I? He caught the Ruinbark almost single-handedly. And… when I think about when he teaches us, I can’t even think of being able to beat Teacher.”

 

 

 

It’s natural for a student to praise their teacher.

 

But in Yon’s demeanor, it seemed like worship beyond mere praise.

 

 

 

‘To that extent? But why at the Academy…’

 

 

 

The question that people who witnessed or heard about Ziel’s greatness always commonly wondered.

 

Why is such a person at the Academy?

 

Of course, there was no time to delve deeply into it.

 

 

 

“Son, we need to go to the Lecadia Family together right now.”

 

“What? The Lecadia Family?”

 

“Their family head has always shown interest in our family heirloom. There isn’t much time left.”

 

“Yes, I’ll prepare. Father.”

 

 

 

They couldn’t miss this precious opportunity that Ziel had created.

 

There was also the method of refusing principal repayment using the attack incident as an excuse, but the Tollen side wouldn’t acknowledge that.

 

 

 

‘We need to make money somehow, by any means.’

 

 

 

Meanwhile.

 

Ziel, who had left a deep impression on both families during his home visits, was walking toward his next destination.

 

Alone, leisurely.

 

For someone expecting assassins to come, his gait was peaceful and his expression calm.

 

 

 

‘If the request was placed urgently, it would be around tonight.’

 

 

 

It had been a while since he dealt with assassins.

 

But he wasn’t particularly interested in whoever might come.

 

Ziel’s purpose was one thing.

 

To finish the home visits well and return.

 

It seemed he had made an enemy in the process…

 

 

 

‘Since it’s a forest, it’ll be convenient to handle them.’

 

 

 

It didn’t matter much who became an enemy.

 

As long as he could finish the home visits well.

 

There was even less chance of his disguised identity being exposed.

 

All the people who had seen his bare face from his assassin days were dead, and all related records had been burned.

 

 

 

‘Student Quantus Hopel… will have a bit more to discuss.’

 

 

 

Ziel recalled the consultation content he would proceed with after arriving at his next destination, the Hopel Family.

 

Quantus could be summarized in one phrase.

 

 

 

“Not smart, but good talent.”

 

 

 

The statement that someone is not smart but has good talent isn’t easy to establish.

 

But in Ziel’s judgment, Quantus was definitely good talent.

 

A student with tremendously outstanding physical abilities.

 

That alone was a great advantage.

 

At least in the realm of a ‘warrior’ who swings swords and confronts opponents with their body.

 

However, he was quite lacking in intelligence.

 

More precisely…

 

To put it nicely, he was aggressive; to put it badly, he was the type whose body moved before thinking and judging.

 

Whether it was the family tradition, or just Quantus himself.

 

 

 

‘If his intellectual aspects don’t improve, development won’t be easy.’

 

 

 

Therefore, Ann Peshwa’s presence was essential beside Quantus Hopel.

 

Someone who could control and give instructions from the side.

 

 

 

‘I should talk about Student Ann Peshwa as well.’

 

 

 

Just as Ziel was walking through the forest for a while, lost in thought.

 

 

 

Step.

 

 

 

Ziel’s steps gradually slowed down.

 

 

 

‘Soon.’

 

 

 

He chose the forest because it was the fastest route to the Hopel Family, but also—

 

 

 

‘Three in front, two behind. Five total. Quite well-trained.’

 

 

 

For assassins, the forest was one of the best battlefields.

 

Just as Albert had said.

 

Ziel had become a target of the Tollen Trading Company.

 

And just as Ziel predicted, the assassins had come.

 

After receiving information that he had easily dealt with four mercenaries, they must have boldly taken on this high-paying contract.

 

But the Tollen Trading Company didn’t know.

 

That Ziel wasn’t just a simple Liberal Arts Instructor.

 

 

 

‘One from above.’

 

 

 

Swoosh.

 

 

 

Ziel twisted his body to lightly dodge the flying dagger while simultaneously—

 

 

 

Snap!

 

 

 

He caught the dagger mid-air and returned it right back.

 

 

 

Thud!

 

 

 

The sound of the dagger piercing flesh was heard, followed by a shadow dropping from the tree.

 

One assassin died instantly with the dagger embedded in his head.

 

 

 

‘Four left now.’

 

 

 

Ziel was about to continue forward when he hesitated.

 

There was a trap laid out.

 

Wire coated with anti-reflective paint that absorbed all light, making it impossible to see at night.

 

The moment it was touched, there was no telling what would come flying.

 

But Ziel’s eyes could see it.

 

The Polar Night Breathing Technique.

 

From the moment Ziel encountered the assassins, he had been using the breathing technique to heighten his five senses.

 

Ziel’s gaze quickly traced the wire and discovered the throwing trap at the end.

 

 

 

Thud!

 

 

 

And at a speed too fast for anyone to see, a dagger flew from Ziel’s hand and triggered the trap.

 

At the same time—

 

 

 

Crash!

 

 

 

One assassin leaped from a tree and came crashing down toward Ziel.

 

Or rather, that’s what should have happened.

 

However, Ziel wasn’t where he landed.

 

Before he could even feel confused and the moment he raised his head.

 

 

 

“Guk.”

 

 

 

Ziel’s dagger pierced through the back of his neck and came out through his throat.

 

The remaining three assassins who witnessed this scene realized things were going terribly wrong.

 

 

 

“…!”

 

 

 

But before they could think their next thought, Ziel’s figure disappeared once again.

 

And—

 

 

 

Stab.

 

 

 

Ziel drove a dagger into the heart of an assassin who had been hiding behind a tree.

 

 

 

“…!”

 

 

 

Before the assassin, whose heart had been pierced and couldn’t even scream, could drop his head.

 

 

 

Crunch.

 

 

 

Right nearby, the fourth assassin who had been hiding underground was killed instantly as Ziel’s sword pierced through his head.

 

 

 

‘The mission has failed. I need to retreat.’

 

 

 

And the remaining fifth assassin turned around, trembling with ‘fear’ he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

 

Not all assassins are brainwashed in the ‘Black Sky’ style.

 

Rather than brainwashing assassins, they sometimes leave desires intact and keep certain emotions alive.

 

But commonly, they definitely remove the emotion of ‘fear.’

 

Because there’s no emotion more useless than fear in an assassin’s missions.

 

But now, the fear he thought had been removed was coming back to life.

 

And that fear….

 

 

 

“…!”

 

 

 

Reached its peak when he saw the corpses of the other four assassins laid out before his eyes.

 

 

 

‘Wh-when exactly?’

 

 

 

It had been a very, very brief moment.

 

In terms of time, just about as long as taking a few steps.

 

But in that short time, he had gathered the corpses of the dead assassins like this?

 

Without even… a trace?

 

 

 

Swish.

 

 

 

At that moment, a cool sensation felt at the back of his neck.

 

 

 

‘This guy is really….’

 

 

 

That was the end of it.

 

 

 

Thud.

 

 

 

Ziel’s dagger pierced through the artery and killed the last assassin.

 

In that brief moment.

 

The last assassin thought about this target who was completely beyond their league.

 

 

 

‘From the beginning… he wasn’t an enemy we could handle.’

 

 

 

The difference in class was painfully obvious.

 

They couldn’t even begin to fathom the extent of his strength.

 

It felt like they would need a legendary Specter to even stand a chance against him.

 

But they weren’t Specters.

 

 

 

Thump.

 

 

 

Seeing the last one fall, Ziel spoke calmly.

 

 

 

“It’s over.”

 

 

 

There were no more attackers.

 

Ziel searched through the bodies of the assassins he had gathered together.

 

 

 

‘As expected, they’re Black Blade assassins.’

 

 

 

Judging by their attack methods and scent, they were definitely assassins from ‘Black Blade’.

 

In that case….

 

 

 

Swish.

 

 

 

Ziel picked up a dagger that came from the assassins’ belongings.

 

The symbol of this assassination group, a dagger that literally bore a ‘black blade’.

 

 

 

Whoosh.

 

 

 

Then he lit a fire and heated the blade, causing letters to appear one by one along the blade.

 

It was mission orders.

 

Mission orders provided in slightly different ways by each assassination group.

 

This assassination group engraved letters on the ‘black blade’ with magic and made them visible only under specific conditions.

 

Of course, this was something Ziel knew.

 

During his assassin days.

 

He had faced assassins from other assassination groups several times, and sometimes even carried out commissions to assassinate assassins from specific groups.

 

The method of checking this commission document was something he learned back then.

 

 

 

[Ziel Steelheart. Tollen Trading Company urgent commission. 6,000,000 cel in gold. Must capture alive.]

 

 

 

“Six million.”

 

 

 

Ziel, who still lacked economic sense.

 

He understood it simply like this.

 

 

 

“That’s six million chicken skewers.”

 

 

 

Rather, this made it more intuitive for him to understand.

 

 

 

‘If they kill me, they can eat six million chicken skewers?’

 

 

 

It was a considerable amount.

 

Putting up this much money for a typical assassination mission meant either considerable risk was involved….

 

Or they absolutely had to catch him.

 

Urgent commission.

 

Capture alive mandatory.

 

Plus the background of being an Academy teacher watched by the Imperial Palace and Great Families.

 

There were reasons why such an expensive amount was set.

 

 

 

“I can’t understand it.”

 

 

 

Of course, Ziel, who lacked economic sense, simply couldn’t understand why a commission worth six million chicken skewers had been placed on his capture.

 

 

 

‘Do they know something?’

 

 

 

Naturally, Ziel still couldn’t understand the merchants’ psychology and the Tollen Trading Company’s thinking.

 

He only clearly understood that he was under assassination threat.

 

So he came to a conclusion.

 

 

 

‘This method would be good.’

 

 

 

He decided to erase all traces of this place.

 

An assassination without witnesses is a perfect assassination.

 

But sometimes an assassination without even bodies is necessary.

 

Terror!

 

The discovery of assassins’ bodies.

 

Conversely, going missing without even bodies being found.

 

For those pursuing him, the latter would instill much greater fear.

 

 

 

“That’s done.”

 

 

 

Ziel erased all traces and left the scene in less than 30 minutes.

 

Bloodstains.

 

Footprints.

 

Even the bodies.

 

 

 

Whoooosh….

 

 

 

The forest where a quiet battle had taken place just moments before was now filled only with peaceful wind.

 

As if asking what had happened there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The ‘Black Blade’ assassination group that had taken on the Tollen Family’s assassination request.

 

They were currently in shock.

 

 

 

“…The traces end here?”

 

“It seems so.”

 

“What in the world…”

 

 

 

Contact with 5 assassins had been lost.

 

So 2 additional assassins were urgently dispatched.

 

But those 2 were panicking, unable to find any traces of the initial 5 who had been deployed.

 

It’s rare for assassins to show emotion.

 

But right now, they had no choice.

 

There wasn’t even the slightest trace anywhere in this forest.

 

 

 

“Are you certain this is the place?”

 

“All 5 were confirmed to have entered this forest.”

 

“…”

 

 

 

This wasn’t a forest flowing with ancient magic, nor one inhabited by powerful magical beasts.

 

If it had been, at least some body parts or bloodstains would have remained.

 

But they had combed through the forest all night like hunting lice, yet found no traces whatsoever.

 

 

 

“…”

 

 

 

In this incomprehensible situation, only one possibility came to mind…

 

 

 

‘They eliminated everyone and erased every single trace?’

 

 

 

Only one seemingly impossible possibility.

 

A possibility that seemed impossible even when trying to understand it from an assassin’s perspective.

 

The assassination group ‘Black Blade’ possessed considerable power.

 

For a 6 million request, they had deployed 5 mid-level assassins from the organization, expecting successful completion of the mission.

 

But all 5 of them had disappeared.

 

Without a trace.

 

 

 

‘Did the target do this? Or is there an ally involved?’

 

 

 

Assassination groups don’t rely solely on information provided by clients.

 

They combine both existing intelligence and newly gathered information, but the target was merely a liberal arts instructor at the Academy.

 

At most, a skilled Grand Knight level.

 

They had cautiously deployed based on the judgment that one mid-level assassin could assassinate a Grand Knight, but—

 

 

 

‘This doesn’t feel right.’

 

 

 

Assassins generally make deductions and judgments based on rationality, like Ziel.

 

However, sometimes they also make judgments relying on intuition like this.

 

 

 

“We’re suspending this request for now.”

 

“Understood.”

 

“There’s also a possibility of abandoning the request, so keep that in mind.”

 

“Abandoning it…”

 

“The target, or an ally attached to the target, might be stronger than we thought.”

 

 

 

Probably an ally.

 

Otherwise, there’s no way they’d be casually walking around alone after touching the notorious Tollen Trading Company.

 

That being who eliminated 5 assassins and made it difficult for even assassins to find traces!

 

 

 

‘If it’s that level of strength, the current request amount won’t be enough.’

 

 

 

At least 5 times more.

 

No, we’d need to charge 10 times more for it to be possible.

 

Even then, would it be feasible?

 

 

 

“Let’s withdraw for now. We need to go back and meet with the client.”

 

 

 

The 2 assassins from ‘Black Blade’ disappeared from the forest like that.

 

 

 

Whoooosh…

 

 

 

In the forest, peaceful wind was still blowing.

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