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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 101

Chapter 101

“I’ve‍‍‌ more or less​‌​ heard the whole⁠​ story.”

The‌‍ rector inserted himself‍⁠⁠ into the situation‍ as if it​⁠‌ were the most⁠​ natural thing in‍ the world. He‌ stepped forward, approached‌ Rosalia, and caressed‍ her research.

“Professor​‌‍ Rosalia.”

“Yes,​ rector.”

“Some⁠ say I don’t‌ care enough about⁠​ the Academy, that​​‍ I spend too‍‍ much time away…‍ but I think‍ differently.”

“……”‍‍​

“If‍ the staff is​ a disaster, how⁠⁠ could I not‍ intervene? If the‌ professors are know-it-all‌⁠‌ fools, how could‍‍‍ I wander around​ distracted?”

“I’m‍‌​ sorry.”

The‌​⁠ rector’s mana began⁠‌ to interfere with​‌ the cluster of⁠⁠ magic stones.

In​⁠‌ response to the​‌ illegitimate intrusion, the‌⁠⁠ circles and magical‌ circuits emitted a faint glow in‍⁠ resistance, but it⁠⁠‍ was futile.

“You⁠‍ really created this.⁠​ Congratulations.”

“Thank​ you.”

“But…​‍ hmm.”

His⁠ gaze changed.

“If‍​‌ I hadn’t confirmed‌‌‌ it myself, I’d⁠ never have known.”‍

“Do​⁠‍ you mean there​‌ really is corrupt​⁠⁠ magic inside?”

“Didn’t‍‍​ you trust what⁠‌‍ student Aint said?”‌‍

“I⁠‌‍ do, but I still can’t feel‍​‍ anything. That’s why‌ it’s always more​‍ convincing to hear‍‍‌ it from two​ rather than one.”​⁠

“I‌ thought that after‌​⁠ freezing an assistant⁠‌ and the entire⁠⁠ lab, you’d end⁠ up admitting it​‌ was all a mistake.”

The⁠​ rector clicked his​⁠‌ tongue with a dry laugh.

“Yes,⁠⁠⁠ it’s there. It’s‌ hidden so carefully⁠‌ among the mana‍‌‍ currents that hardly⁠ anyone could find​‍​ it—except someone of​​ my level. Well,​‌‍ and an Armian,‌​‌ of course.”

The​ hand caressing the‌⁠ magic stone structure⁠​ grew gentler.

“The​ fact that it⁠⁠​ even escaped your⁠ eyes, despite checking‍​ it every day…‌ that’s only possible‌ if it was⁠‍ there from the‌⁠​ start. Tell me,​​ when did you‌ start building this?”⁠⁠

“I⁠‍ began the research​ nine years ago.​​ Started with the​⁠ ice core seven‌​ years ago. And⁠‌ the cluster, three⁠ years ago.”

“And‌​ when did that‍⁠‌ corrupt assistant join?”‌

“…Three‍⁠⁠ years ago.”

As⁠ if realizing something,‌‍ Rosalia pressed her​​​ lips together.

“It’s⁠ the fruit of‌ my abilities.”

“I‌ never said otherwise.‍⁠‍ Never even thought‍⁠‌ it.”

Though‌‌ his face wore​⁠ a gentle smile,‌ the rector’s eyes⁠‍ carried fierce hardness.​

“But,‍‌​ isn’t there at‌ least one hypothesis‍ worth considering? That​‍ corrupt gave your⁠ research a little⁠‍ clue at a stuck point and‍ blended in naturally.”‍‍‌

It‍‍⁠ made sense.

The‌​ reason the trace⁠‌ of corrupt magic‌ couldn’t be detected​⁠ was the swarm​​​ of hundreds of⁠‌‌ magic stones surrounding​ the interior. A kind of interference.⁠‍

Tricking​​ Rosalia before all‌⁠ that mana had⁠​‌ accumulated was nearly⁠‍​ impossible.

The⁠‍ only possibility was​‍ that the corrupt​ had used a secret circuit or⁠​⁠ spell known only‍‍ to their kind.‍⁠​

“Aren’t​ the corrupt just‍ that? Dogs of​ the demons. Who’s​​ to say he​‌ didn’t receive a tip from those⁠ beasts they call​ masters of magic?”⁠‌

“…That‍ statement I cannot​ let slide, rector.”⁠​‌

It​ was Jace who​ replied, fired up,​⁠ having listened in⁠ silence until then.​

“Masters‌​⁠ of magic, you⁠ say? Those monsters⁠⁠⁠ are nothing but⁠ trash that even‍‍ hellfire can’t consume.”‍‌

“Oh‌​ my, it seems​ I’ve slipped in​‍​ front of a saint of the​‍ Dragon God Cult.⁠‍ But you can’t‌ deny that demons‍ possess great mastery⁠‌ over magic.”

“Because​‍⁠ they stole it.‍⁠ Thieves who usurped‍ the gifts of⁠​⁠ the Great Dragon‍​ God.”

“If‍ you say so,‌​ then it must‍ be.”

The‌​ rector accepted it‍ indifferently, and Jace‍ could no longer⁠ argue.

“Then,​​ what do you‍ intend to do?”‌‌⁠

“If‌‌ even you say‌​‍ it, rector, there’s‍‌‍ no doubt that⁠ seed of corrupt‍ magic exists.”

Rosalia⁠⁠‍ raised her hand​​ to her forehead,‍‍ as if her⁠‍‍ head ached.

“I‍⁠ don’t know if‍‍ it could invoke⁠ a demon, but​‌⁠ one thing is⁠ clear: we can’t⁠ let the corrupt‍ get what they​‍​ want.”

“Even⁠⁠‌ if it sets​ you back five​‌ years?”

“That‌‍ was just the⁠‍⁠ safest method, not​‍ the only one.”‌⁠‌

“Knowing⁠ you, you’ll rise‍ just as fast‌ as before. Though​​ it would be⁠ a shame.”

The⁠⁠‍ rector stroked his‍​‍ beard. At that‍⁠​ moment, Fernan spoke.⁠⁠

“Rector,‌ I don’t want​⁠ Professor Rosalia’s research‍‌‌ to stop here.”‌​

“What⁠⁠ do you mean?”‍‌‌

“Gathering‍⁠ the materials to​‌⁠ recreate the cluster⁠‌ would only take‍‌ us a day.”​‌

He⁠‍‍ was sure that‌⁠‌ if no path‌ existed, he could​⁠⁠ carve one.

“I‍⁠ can also assemble‍ personnel from the​‍‌ mage guild. And‌ the most important⁠ core? Do you‌ know what Itarium‍ is?”

“I‍‍⁠ do. If it’s‌ that mineral that⁠ feeds on vein⁠​ currents, it would‌ be a perfect‌ core to link‍‌ magic stones, since‌‌ they’re also minerals.”​

Fernan​‌‌ nodded. They were‌ thinking alike.

He‍‌⁠ had obtained a supreme-grade Itarium, a legacy of the⁠⁠ first emperor. Perhaps​ destined precisely for‍​‍ this moment.

“…But⁠‍ I still wonder​‌ why you’re saying‌‌ this now.”

“I‍‌ doubt you haven’t⁠⁠ figured it out,​‌ rector.”

“The‌⁠‌ Continental Congress is​ only 12 days‍​⁠ away.”

“Walking‌​ a path a second time is​‍‌ always easier.”

“But‌ three years don’t⁠​ shrink to 12‌‍ days.”

That‌‍‌ was normally true.‍‌⁠

“Unless‌⁠ you help.”

At‌⁠​ that moment, both‍‍ Rosalia’s and the‍ rector’s brows twitched⁠⁠‍ simultaneously.

“And‌‌‌ why should I?”⁠⁠⁠

“Because,‌ if you think‍ about it, the​‌ root of this⁠⁠ problem lies with​​​ you.”

“With‌ me?”

“The‍ Academy is your​‍​ domain. Could the‍ corrupt have infiltrated‍‍ if you had⁠‌‍ been watching with​‍‍ both eyes wide​‌⁠ open?”

“Interesting‌‌​ way to speak.”⁠

The⁠⁠ rector’s face hardened,‌ but Fernan held‍‌​ his gaze without‌‍​ flinching.

Rosalia’s​‍‍ research couldn’t sink​⁠‍ now. Not after​ all the investment‌‍⁠ he’d made, nor‌ all the effort‍⁠⁠ she had poured‌⁠‍ into it.

‘The​ fruit is about‌​⁠ to ripen. I won’t let the‌ demons rot my‍‍⁠ tree.’

The​‍ issue was, even‍ if Pellenberg was​​ the Academy’s biggest‌‌⁠ financier, he couldn’t‍‌ use that to‌ blackmail the rector.⁠‌

As‌‍‍ an archmage, the‍‌​ rector could replace​‍​ the Pellenberg funds​ with other sponsors,‍‍ even if it⁠‌‍ cost him.

Blackmailing‌⁠​ with money would‌‌ only earn his‌ enmity.

Here,⁠⁠ what Fernan had​ to use wasn’t​⁠ a whip—but a carrot.

“If‌ you wish, I’ll⁠ donate 10,000 gold​⁠⁠ coins to the‌ Academy through the⁠‍ foundation.”

“My,‌⁠ you really are‌​ in a rush.”​⁠⁠

“Professor​‌​ Rosalia’s research is⁠ worth it. It‌ would be tragic‌‍ if the corrupt‌‍​ made use of​​ it or if‌⁠‍ it vanished in‌​ vain.”

“You’re‌‌ the only one‌ who looks me‍‍ in the eye⁠ and says it’s‍ my fault.”

“I’ll‌ take that as‍‌ a compliment.”

“Do⁠‍ you know what​‌‍ irritates me? That​ you’re not entirely​ wrong.”

After‌⁠ a brief silence,​ the rector spoke.​

“Fine.‌ Not for you,⁠‍ but because I refuse to indulge⁠ the corrupt who⁠‌ roam my Academy⁠ like it’s their⁠‍​ home.”

“Of⁠ course.”

“But​⁠‌ there will be​‍ a condition.”

Even‍‍ if it was‌ help, an archmage​‌​ couldn’t be treated‌‌ like a mere‌‍ assistant.

If‍ he participated, he’d‍​ know the very‌​ heart of the‌ research.

“Professor‌⁠‍ Rosalia, you decide.⁠‌ Will you accept⁠ my help or‌ not?”

“……”‌​

“It‍​ sounds like blackmail,​⁠ but deep down,​ Fernan is right.‍⁠ As rector, I failed to keep‍‌ the Academy in‍ order. Let me​ have a chance‍⁠ to amend that.”‍

Rosalia‍​ remained silent for‌ a long time,‍‌ shifting her gaze‌ between Fernan and‌‍ the rector. Neither‌ looked away.

Quite‍ a bit of‍‍ time passed.

“Thank‍ you for your‌ help.”

Professor​‍ Rosalia bowed her‍​ head.

***​​​

The​​ rector, after receiving‌​ permission from Professor‌ Rosalia and thoroughly⁠ examining the cluster,‍ changed his mind.‌‍‌

“Even​⁠ for me, 12​ days won’t be‌‍ enough.”

It⁠ couldn’t be otherwise.​

He‍ was an archmage,‍​ but Rosalia was‌⁠‌ not only the‌ youngest professor at‌​‌ the Academy, but‍‍ also the one‌‌ closest to becoming‍​ an archmage in‌ history.

And⁠‌ since this was​⁠ the result of‌‍ nearly nine years⁠ of research, it‍⁠‍ couldn’t be interpreted​ and reproduced easily—not‌ even by him.‍‌‍

“I’ll‌ need a bit⁠‌‌ more time. Hmm,​ we’ll postpone the‍⁠‍ Continental Congress a little.”

“Will‌ that be possible?”⁠​

“Not‌​ by myself. But⁠‍​ tell me, who‌ is gathered here?”⁠

The⁠​ rector’s gaze stopped⁠⁠‍ on Jace. He‍⁠ understood the meaning⁠​‌ behind his words.⁠⁠

“Of‌ course. I’ll speak​⁠‌ with His Holiness​‍ the Pope. Even​ if that’s not‍ enough, both the‍‍​ Dragon God Cult‌‌ and I will‍ do our utmost.‌ If you need​‍ my hands, command‍‍ them without hesitation.​​ I’ll prove that​​‍ the true lord‌⁠​ of magic is⁠‍⁠ the Great Dragon‌‍ God!”

“I’ll​‍‍ make it known.”​⁠⁠

Corrupts,​‍ archmages, and the‍‍ Pope of the‌ Dragon God Cult⁠‌ himself.

That‌‌ was more than‍ enough justification and⁠‍⁠ support to delay‍‍​ a continent-scale event.‌⁠‍

“And​‌ I’ll be taking​ this.”

The⁠‌ rector tapped twice⁠‍ on Aaron’s frozen‌‌‍ figure.

“That’s‌‌ supposed to be⁠ mine…”

“I​ captured him. I think that’s enough​‌ to claim the​‍‍ right, isn’t it?”‌

“The⁠​ damage he caused⁠ us was enormous.”‍⁠

“He⁠ infiltrated the Academy.​‌​ I have more⁠‌⁠ resources than you‍‍‍ to interrogate him.⁠‌‍ In exchange, I’ll‍‍​ share all the‍​​ information.”

With⁠⁠ those words, there‌​​ was no room‌⁠ for rebuttal.

“Yes.”​

The​​​ matter was closed.​⁠ At least the​⁠ urgent part had⁠‌​ been resolved, and‍​‌ Fernan allowed himself​ a sigh of‍ relief.

“…Incredible.‌ I never imagined‌‌‍ the corrupts had​ penetrated so deeply.​ If not for​⁠ you, senior, they‌ would have caught‌⁠‌ us off guard.”‌‌

“And​⁠​ without you, the⁠ same. I couldn’t‍⁠ have detected the‌ corrupt manipulation on⁠‍ my own.”

“Well,⁠‍ that…”

“That’s‌‍ why, take this.”‍⁠

Fernan​​​ pulled an old​ box from his‌‌‍ subspace and handed​ it to Aint.​‍

“What‍​​ is it?”

“An‌ elixir made from⁠ a fragment of‌⁠​ the Itarium root.”⁠

The⁠​⁠ Itarium inherited from​​‌ the first emperor⁠​ was so large⁠⁠‌ and plentiful that,​ when divided, it‍ could yield enough​‍ power for five​‌ equal parts. One‍ was for Rosalia;⁠‌‌ four remained.

“Why⁠ give it to‍‍ me…?”

“Because‍ thanks to you‍‌ we avoided a disaster.”

“I‌ don’t deserve this‌​⁠ much.”

“You‌ do. If that​ cluster had gone‍ out of control⁠ at the Congress,⁠⁠ Professor Rosalia and⁠‌ I, her sponsor,⁠ would’ve been accused⁠‍​ of collusion with‌ the corrupt.”

So‍ accept it without⁠⁠ complaint. He’d justify‌​ it however necessary,‌ but he would‌ give it to⁠⁠ him.

Fernan‌​ forced the box​​ into Aint’s pocket.‌​ And then met‍ the expectant gaze⁠ of a certain⁠ first-year.

“Senior,‍‍ and mine? Isn’t⁠ there one for‍​ me?”

“But⁠​ you didn’t do​‍​ anything.”

“Yes⁠‌ I did. I brought the artifact‌⁠‍ and we used⁠ it for the​‍ test.”

“And‌‍‌ found nothing. Maybe​ a small payment‍‍⁠ for the trouble,​ but an elixir?⁠‌‌ Don’t you think‍ that’s pushing it?”⁠⁠​

“What‍​ weighs more—losing a bit of shame‌‍​ or gaining such‍ a valuable elixir?”‍

Jace‍ replied without flinching.​ At that brazenness,⁠‍ Fernan laughed.

“Fine,⁠​​ but you’ll owe⁠​ me five favors.”⁠

“…Isn’t‌⁠⁠ five too much?⁠‍‌ Let’s say two.”‌⁠

“Four.”​

“Then‌‌ three…”

“Four.”‍

“…Alright,​‍⁠ four. But nothing⁠ impossible.”

“Deal.”​​

From​⁠‍ the moment he​​ had decided to‌ completely twist that‍ future, Fernan had⁠‍‍ already planned to​‍ give him one.⁠

He‌⁠‌ didn’t know why‌‌‌ Jace hadn’t been​ Aint’s companion in‌ the future, but‍⁠ he was a great mage, a solid ally, and​ a Dragon God⁠ fanatic who hated‌ the corrupt more‌‌⁠ than anyone.

If​​ the future was‌‌‍ already broken, and‍‍‍ Jace wouldn’t join⁠‍ Aint, Fernan would​ recruit him like⁠ he had Verian.‍

“Get​⁠​ some rest. I’ll‌‌ call you if‍‌​ anything else comes⁠⁠ up.”

“Yes,⁠⁠ senior.”

“Yes,​ brother.”

Aint​ and Jace left,‌​‌ laughing together.

Fernan‍‍ returned to the​ guild branch and⁠‍ sent an urgent‌ report to his⁠‍⁠ father.

Soon,​ mages from House⁠ Pellenberg would join⁠​​ to assist Rosalia.​‍ Perhaps they wouldn’t‌‍ access the core‌ of the research,‍ but they would‍‌ be a great‍ reinforcement.

“…At​​‍ least the immediate‌​⁠ fire is out.”⁠​

The​ next step was​​ preparing for the‍ corrupt’s reaction when‍‌‍ Rosalia and the​​​ rector rebuilt the‌​‌ cluster and presented‍‌⁠ it at the‌⁠⁠ Congress.

If‌ they knew Aaron​⁠⁠ had been captured,‍⁠‍ they would also⁠ understand their plan‌ had failed.

They⁠ had to get‌​ ahead of them.‍​‍

“And​​ also the mutant‍​⁠ drake.”

The⁠​​ mutant drake mentioned‌ in the Book‌​ of Prophecies. Did⁠ it still have⁠ its core, or⁠⁠ had someone already​‌‍ taken it?

If‌⁠​ it was the​‌ former, no problem.⁠​⁠

If​​ it was the‌ latter—

‘Once​⁠‌ or twice is​‌‌ coincidence, but not​ more.’

Fernan‍ didn’t intend to‍​⁠ let Gismond Ert⁠ go unpunished any​‍ longer.

***​‍

“Human‌‍‌ beings are social‌‌ animals. If there’s‌ one, they want​ to be two.​‍⁠ If they’re two,​ they form a group. They become‍⁠ a family, a village, a city,⁠‌‍ a domain, a kingdom, and then​‌ an alliance.”

“……”‍‌⁠

“And​​‍ though they could‍‍⁠ survive alone, even​‌ while clashing, hurting,‌​‍ and crying, they‍ don’t let go‍⁠⁠ of each other.”⁠​

“……”‌

“Some⁠ scholars say it’s⁠‌ because happiness and‍ joy outweigh pain.‌⁠​ Or maybe that’s‍⁠⁠ just how our⁠ species is.”

“So?⁠​ What’s your point​ with all this?”​

“I‍‍ want to be‍​ friends with you,‍‌‌ senior.”

Aria​ Fridian smiled radiantly.⁠​‌

“……”​‌⁠

Luina​​⁠ Bercheff stared at⁠⁠​ her and crunched‍ a piece of⁠‍ chocolate between her​​‍ teeth. The sweet​​ taste immediately made‌⁠‌ her feel better.​​

“If⁠ you think about​​‌ it, we’re not‍ complete strangers, right?”‌⁠‌

“Then‌‌ what are we?”‌‍

“Comrades‍‌‍ who fought a demon.”

In‌ Aria’s voice, the‌ word “demon” came‍ out as a whisper.

“That’s‍ not just any‍ bond, don’t you‌ think?”

And​​ it wasn’t.

The‌ odds of a demon descending into⁠‌ this world were‌‍ extremely low; to⁠ face it, fight​‍ together, and survive—even‍‌⁠ lower.

But⁠⁠ that didn’t help‌‍‍ Luina understand Aria’s‌ behavior.

“Do‍‍⁠ you really need⁠⁠ to say out‌‌ loud that we’re‌‍​ friends to make⁠⁠ it true?”

“Huh?”​

“As​‍‍ you said, we‌ fought a demon,‌‍ faced the corrupt,​‌‌ and shared more‍‍‍ than one battle.”​

Among⁠​ them, and among​​ all who were⁠‌ there, a mutual‌ feeling had been​ forged.

What‌​‍ was normally called‍ camaraderie.

“Is‌ confirmation necessary? I already think we’re⁠‌ friends.”

“Oh.”​

Aria’s⁠​ eyes went blank‌‌ for a moment,‍​ but soon regained​​ their usual sparkle.⁠​⁠

“You’re‌​‌ right, senior. I just jumped ahead‍​​ because I wanted⁠‍⁠ to get closer.”‌⁠‍

“Yeah?”​

“Want​ a candy? I always carry some​​ because I love⁠​‍ them.”

Aria‌ pulled out a little bag filled​​‌ with candies wrapped‌ in colorful paper.‍‍

“Thanks.”⁠‌​

Luina⁠​⁠ accepted them, while‌ thinking.

‘She‍​ must have her‍⁠‍ own problems.’

After‌⁠ all, no family⁠‌ was free of‍⁠​ them.

It‌​⁠ was only a brief moment, but​​ Luina didn’t miss⁠ how Aria’s mask‍ had cracked.

‘…They’re‍‌‍ good.’

And‌‍ she let it​ go, without thinking‌ any further.

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