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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 102

Chapter 102

“Well,‌ unexpected.”

Tap,​⁠ tap. After finishing​‍ adjusting the orchid⁠ next to the⁠‌ window, the director‍‌ poured the tea​ himself.

“That‍​‌ you would be‍‌‌ the one to⁠⁠‌ request an interview⁠‍‍ with me.”

“I​ heard some things.”‍‌‍

“And⁠‌ what things were​‍ those?”

“It‌​‌ was rumored that​‌⁠ a rather big‍‌ incident had occurred‍​ in Professor Rosalia’s‍‌ laboratory.”

“Hmm.”⁠‍​

“The‍ aroma of the⁠⁠​ tea is very⁠​ pleasant.”

The​ director smiled calmly.‌⁠⁠

“Isn’t⁠⁠⁠ it? I grow​​⁠ it myself. It​‍ may sound like‌​‍ self-praise, but the‍ quality is not‌⁠ bad at all.”‍​

“Yes,‍ it truly is.”⁠

“A⁠ corrupt appeared. He⁠‍‍ tried to manipulate‍‌​ Professor Rosalia’s research,⁠ and there was‍ a process to⁠⁠ eliminate him.”

While​ blowing on the⁠⁠ hot tea, Ludger​‌ asked:

“You​‌‍ respond so frankly?”‍​

“What​ need do I have to hide⁠‍ it? You already​ knew what you‍ were coming for,​‍⁠ didn’t you?”

Although⁠ it wasn’t as‌​​ large as the​‍ magestone core, the‍⁠ ice crystal was​‌ also a mass⁠ of immense mana.‍‌

By‍‌ consuming it completely⁠​‌ to unleash magic,⁠ the magical wave‌⁠‌ generated was not‌⁠‌ small.

Even‍​ if concealment circles‌⁠ and barriers were‍ engraved on the‌ walls, there was⁠​⁠ a limit.

Just‍‍​ as the director‌ perceived it, some​ professors at the‍​ Academy noticed the‌‌⁠ anomaly.

“Professor⁠‍​ Jowel was one​‌ of them. In‌‌ terms of ability,‍​​ he’s among the​ top five faculty⁠⁠⁠ members.”

Professor‌ Jowel was someone​ connected both to‍⁠‌ Ludger and Schwaben.‍​‌

“And​‍ what happened to⁠ the corrupt?”

“He‌‌ was captured.”

“I‍⁠‍ heard you intend⁠ to delay the⁠ Continental Congress.”

“During​⁠⁠ the capture, there⁠⁠ were some issues.‍ Professor Rosalia’s research,‌ which was to‍​⁠ be presented there,‍​ became unusable.”

“I‌ see.”

“I⁠ want to ensure‌ she can present​⁠ it successfully. For​‌ such a remarkable‍⁠ discovery to remain‌⁠ in the shadows‍​ due to an‌ accident would be‍ a shame.”

The⁠​ director poured milk‌⁠​ into his black​‍ tea and stirred‌‌‌ it with a spoon.

“Would‌ you like some?”‌

“No,​⁠ thank you.”

“Some​ ask why add‍‌‌ milk to black⁠⁠ tea, but once‍​ you taste the‌ smoothness, it’s not​ bad at all.”‍

With​‍​ that sly old⁠⁠ fox attitude, Ludger‍​‌ felt a certain⁠​ annoyance.

“Why‍‌ do you tell​⁠ me everything so⁠⁠‌ openly?”

“Do‍ you even need⁠​ to ask? Because‍ you already know​ everything.”

The‌⁠ director took a sip and smiled⁠‌ in satisfaction.

“This⁠‍ is the Academy.‌​‌ One comes here‍‍‍ to study, not‌‌ to fight.”

“But‌⁠ what we learn​⁠ is essentially how‌‍ to fight, isn’t⁠ it?”

“If⁠​‌ you look at‌ it broadly, the⁠ framework may seem​ similar, but they​ are different things.”‍​

The‌‌⁠ director emptied the​​ cup in one‌‌ gulp and refilled​​​ it.

“Didn’t​⁠‌ you say you​​ didn’t care about‍⁠‍ the Academy?”

“No⁠‍‍ matter how much⁠ I say that,⁠ how could I allow a parasite‍ to grow in⁠⁠ my son’s body?”‍⁠

“That’s‌ true too.”

“So,⁠ do you intend‌‍‍ to interfere?”

“I‌ have no such‍‌​ power.”

Ludger​⁠ shook his head.‍

“Even⁠⁠⁠ if I did,‍ I wouldn’t have‍ reason to. On⁠‍ the contrary, if​ you wish, I could help.”

“There’s‍ no need. Just​ don’t get in​ the way.”

“Understood.‌‍‌ But, who discovered​‍ the corrupt?”

“Student‌‍ Aint. As a proper Armian, he‍​ has a unique‍​​ talent for detecting​‌ corrupt magic.”

“I‍‌ see. Thank you.”​

“If​​⁠ you want another‍‌ interview, just make‍ an appointment.”

The‍‌ second prince of‌‍​ the Empire left‌ the office.

“He‍⁠ doesn’t want to​ get involved directly​‍ until the end…”‌

He​ answered questions frankly,‍‌‍ but didn’t reveal‍‌‌ everything.

The‌ true center of‌ it all was‌ Fernan, and the‌ director had agreed⁠‍ to conceal it​​ at his request.‍

After‌‌‍ all, the Pellenbergs⁠​ were the family⁠⁠ that donated the‌ most money to⁠ the Academy.

‘It’s​‍ not hard to​ guess why he⁠⁠ wants to keep‍⁠ it secret.’

Even​ though Ludger knew‌ Fernan and Aint‌⁠ were close, this⁠ was a different⁠‍‍ matter.

The⁠ director refilled his‍​ cup of tea​ for the third‌⁠ time.

“Hmm.‍‍ As expected, the‌ tea I grow‌​ myself is the⁠ best.”

That‌ day, it tasted‌⁠⁠ particularly good.

***‌‌

The⁠ wind blew and​ dry leaves fell.‌

Swish—‌

A floating leaf got​ in the way‌‍‍ of the sword.​⁠ The black blade‌‌ cut it in‍ two as it‍‍⁠ advanced.

Clang!⁠‍⁠

The‍ swords clashed and‌ sparks flew.

In‌​ that instant, one⁠ of them flew⁠⁠‌ from its owner’s⁠‌‌ hand and fell‌​‌ to the ground⁠​ after spinning five​⁠‌ times in the​‌ air.

“……”‍‍‍

Aint​‌ Armian stared blankly‌ at his torn‌ hand and the‌‍‍ sword embedded in⁠​‌ the ground.

“What⁠‍​ the hell are‍‌ you doing?”

Verian​⁠ Kalburdern approached angrily.‍

“Didn’t​​‍ you say you⁠‌‌ wanted a duel?‍ Where’s your head?⁠‌‌ Are you underestimating⁠‌ me?”

“…Don’t‍‌ I look like⁠⁠ a complete idiot?”⁠⁠​

“What?”‍

The​‌⁠ unexpected start made‍ Verian frown.

Aint‌‌ picked up his⁠‍⁠ sword and swung‍ it. But without‍⁠ strength, unable to⁠​‌ cut even a dry leaf.

His⁠​ clumsiness reflected his‌ state of mind.‍⁠

“That‍‌ seed… if we​​‍ had left it,⁠​‌ it would have​⁠⁠ summoned a demon.‍‍ It possessed as⁠ much power as​ the World Tree‍⁠ Branch, maybe more.”‌

“What⁠‌⁠ nonsense are you‌​ spouting?”

“If‍‌ no one had⁠ discovered it, at⁠‌ the moment of‍ Professor Rosalia’s presentation‍‍⁠ at the Congress…⁠⁠​ a demon would​​⁠ have been summoned‌ before everyone.”

It​‌ was a foretold​ disaster.

The‍‍​ Continental Congress was‍⁠ one of the‌​⁠ most prestigious events⁠‍⁠ in the magical⁠⁠‌ world.

There⁠​ gathered mages in‍‍ search of money‌​ and fame, along‍‍ with nobles and‍‍ the wealthy drawn‌⁠⁠ by that glory.​

Had​‌⁠ the corrupts’ plan⁠​ succeeded, countless people‌‍ would have died,​ including many of​​ the Empire’s most‌ important figures.

A dreadful, unimaginable future.⁠‌⁠

“Speak‌‍ clearly, damn it!‌ Make it understandable!”‍​‌

Verian​⁠​ didn’t know the‍⁠ truth.

“Ah…‌⁠⁠ right, you weren’t‍⁠ there.”

“Are‍​‍ you mocking me?‍‌ Do you think‍‌‍ just because I listened to you‌‍ a few times,⁠⁠⁠ you can take‌‍‍ me lightly?”

“In‌​​ Professor Rosalia’s laboratory,‍‌‍ there was a corrupt. He manipulated‍​⁠ her research, and‍ had we not‌‌⁠ stopped him, the​​ demon would have‍ been summoned right⁠⁠‍ in the middle‍ of the congress.”​‍‍

“……”​

Aint‌⁠‍ summarized the facts,⁠‌ and Verian, dazed‍ by the wave‍‌ of information, ended⁠⁠‍ up letting out​⁠‍ a hiccup.

“…Did​ that really happen?”​

“It​ was Senior Fernan‌‍⁠ who discovered and​‌‌ stopped it.”

“Ha…‌‌​ that man. I admit he’s capable.‌ But how did​ he know, when?”‍⁠‍

“That’s​‌ the problem.”

“What?”‍‍‌

“It’s⁠ a relief he‌⁠ stopped it, but‍‌‍ I didn’t know‌‍ anything.”

Despite‌‍ having inherited the‍ legacy of the‍⁠ First Emperor, despite‌⁠ considering himself the‌‍ enemy of demons…⁠​‌

“I⁠​ did nothing but‍ blindly follow Fernan.”​​‍

How⁠ foolish, how pathetic.​⁠⁠

“And⁠ does that matter‍‌‍ so much?”

“It⁠‌⁠ does. That the‌​‍ corrupt will act​‌ again is not‌ a possibility—it’s a certainty. And we⁠​ can’t afford to‌ be surprised every​‍ time.”

“Well,⁠ Fernan will handle‌⁠ it.”

“I⁠‍⁠ can’t depend on⁠⁠ him forever. He‍ is he, and​‌⁠ I am me.”​‌‌

Fernan⁠ was not “his”‌⁠‍ lord. The Pellenbergs‍⁠ were not servants​‍‍ of the Armians.‍​

“I‍⁠ need my own‌ people. People willing‍​ to help me.”‍​

“And⁠​ why are you⁠ telling me this?”‌‍

“I‌‍ never grieved for​ my family’s fall.⁠‍‍ My relatives live‌⁠ off the memory‌⁠⁠ of past glory,‌‌ but I never‌⁠‍ even knew it.”‌‌​

Lack‍‍‍ only exists when​⁠⁠ compared with abundance.‌⁠

Someone‌​​ raised in a small town couldn’t‍ long for life‍​‌ in the city.​

“Of​⁠⁠ course I wanted‍ my house to‍ become great again,​⁠ but it was‌⁠⁠ a vague thought.‍ Now, at the‌​ Academy, I’ve realized.”‍‍‌

How⁠ miserable Armian had⁠‍ become.

“If⁠ my house had‍ the strength it⁠ once had, maybe‍ I would’ve discovered‌ the corrupt before‌⁠⁠ Fernan.”

“I’m⁠‌ sorry, but I’m⁠‌⁠ not your trusted‍ friend. Did you‍​ forget? Did you‍ forget how we​ ended up together?”‌⁠‌

“I‍‍ always thought it‍‌​ would be good‌ if Armian regained​ the greatness of⁠ the past… but⁠‌ I’ve never wanted‍​‍ it as strongly⁠​ as I do‍‌ now.”

Gardner’s⁠ words fueled his​​ ambition.

The⁠⁠‍ constant appearance of⁠​​ corrupts and demons⁠ only increased the⁠‌⁠ possibility.

“I‍‌ want to rebuild​‍ Armian.”

It⁠⁠ was the first​‍‍ time he said⁠ it out loud‌‌ to someone.

That​ was the weight​ of what he‍​ was confessing.

“You’re‌‍‌ insane…! Aren’t you⁠⁠ listening to me?”‌‌

Verian’s‍ face turned pale.​‌

“No,‌ I’m listening.”

“If⁠⁠‍ you want to⁠​ rebuild your family,‍​‍ tell someone else!​ Don’t try to‍‌‍ drag me in​ with you!”

“The⁠​ situation is favorable.‌‌ The power of​ Armian is the‌ enemy of demons,‌ and right now⁠ corrupts and demons‍ are plunging the‌⁠​ continent into chaos.‍ This is the‌​ time when heroes​ are needed.”

Aint⁠‌‍ wanted to be​ that hero.

“But​‍⁠ even a hero‍​‌ can’t do everything‍‌ alone. I need​ you. To be⁠‍​ exact, I want⁠⁠⁠ you to be​‌ one of mine.”‍⁠​

“What​‍ the hell are‍ you saying, lunatic?”‌

Verian’s‍​​ face twisted with⁠ fury.

“I’m‌⁠‍ on Prince Ludger’s‍‌ side.”

“You⁠ were. Now he’s‌​ cast you aside.”‍​

“He‌​ didn’t cast me​ aside, I was​‍ forced with threats‍​ to be with⁠‍ you!”

“Well‍‌ said. And accompanying​‍‍ Senior Fernan, I learned something—to get⁠‌‍ what you want,⁠⁠‌ you must spare⁠ no means.”

Aint’s​​ face hardened with‌‌​ coldness.

“Don’t​ tell me…”

“You’re‌​​ asking how we‌ ended up together?‍ How could I forget? And I also remember this—the​⁠⁠ first time is‍ hard, but the‍ second is easier.”‌​

A dark foreboding passed‌ through Verian’s eyes.⁠

“Become⁠‍ my ally, Verian.‍‌ This isn’t a request. It’s a threat.”

“You​⁠ bastard…”

Verian⁠ gnashed his teeth.⁠‍

***​⁠

【Breaking​‌ News: The 198th‍‍ Continental Magic Congress,​​ postponed two weeks….】⁠

【Some⁠⁠ mages celebrate the‌‌‌ delay, exclaiming “We’ve‍⁠‍ gained time!”】

【No⁠ clear reasons have‍‌ been given for‍ the postponement… a unilateral notification?】

The​ director’s words had‍ come true, and‍​ newspapers were raising⁠‌ questions about the‌‍⁠ sudden delay of​​​ the congress.

However,‍‍​ with the prince-electors⁠​‌ involved, everything would‍ eventually be silenced.⁠⁠​

Professor​⁠ Rosalia, with Fernan’s‍‍​ support and the‌‍‍ director’s assistance, began​​ recreating the magiestone⁠​​ core from scratch.‌

And‌‍⁠ she faced the‍⁠​ root of what‍​‌ forced her to‍‍ act this way.⁠​

“……”‍‌‌

It​ was repulsive, filthy,⁠⁠ and nauseating.

An​⁠ instinctive repugnance that​ any living being‌‌ in this world,​‍​ except monsters and‍⁠ corrupted beasts, would‍‌ feel.

It‍ wasn’t large, barely​ the size of‍‌⁠ a human head.‍‍​

But⁠​ its veins, pulsing‍ like a heart‌ beneath a viscous⁠ layer of flesh,‌ made it look⁠​ more like a fetus than a seed.

Anger‌‍‍ welled up against‌⁠‌ Aaron—and against that⁠​⁠ seed.

But‍​‍ at the same‍⁠ time, curiosity arose.‍

What⁠​ was it, really?​⁠⁠

Why​ did it beat?⁠​‌

What‍⁠ would it reveal⁠‍​ if dissected?

Snap.⁠‍ She lit a cigarette and smoked.⁠​​ With the smoke,‌ her tired mind⁠‍‌ cleared a little,‌‍ and her emotions‍ settled.

“This⁠‌ is the first⁠​ time I’ve seen‍​‌ anything like this.​‍‌ Fascinating, but disgusting​⁠ and repulsive.”

The⁠ director stroked his⁠‍⁠ beard while watching‌ the seed twitch​‍⁠ on the magic‌‌​ circle.

“Professor‌​ Rosalia, what do⁠ you plan to⁠​⁠ do with this?”​‍‌

“You​‌‍ shouldn’t be asking​ me, but him.”​

“Him?”​​​

“It⁠ comes from a research project funded‌​ with my money.⁠‍ I’m the one⁠ who can claim⁠‍​ ownership first.”

“But​⁠ the research was⁠​⁠ carried out by‌ Professor Rosalia.”

All‌‌‌ eyes turned to‍‍‌ her.

“I‌​‌ won’t deny it‍‌‍ stirs my greed,‍‍⁠ but it’s not‌​ my research. And‍ I also can’t‍‍​ deny that it‌​‌ arose from the‍‌‌ magiestones Fernan provided.”⁠

Rosalia,‌‌‌ who had received⁠ the Itarium elixir⁠⁠⁠ and the magiestone‍‌ supply, knew well‌‌ who held the⁠‌ authority.

Even​ if the strange⁠‌ object piqued her‌ interest, the research‌‍​ was the priority.⁠⁠‌

“That’s‍ right, then.”

“So,‌⁠⁠ what do you​​ plan to do⁠​ with it?”

“Destroy⁠ it.”

“Destroy‍‌ it?”

“It’s‌ an object left​ by a corrupt.⁠‍ It can bring‍ us no benefit,​ so it must‌ be destroyed.”

Even​⁠ though other mages‍​​ might burn with⁠‍ desire to study​‍ it, Fernan was⁠ still, at his⁠ core, a merchant.‍​⁠

An​⁠‌ object that could‌ explode and cause⁠‌⁠ incalculable losses had⁠ no place in​⁠ his plans.

“Would‍‌‍ you buy it?”​

“You‍ said you’d destroy​‍‌ it, didn’t you?”‍‍

“With‌ such a dense‌‌‌ level of corrupt⁠ magic, even if‌ you destroy it,‍‍​ its remnants will‍ remain contaminated for​‍ a long time.‍‍ Mages hungry for​‌ research would pay‍⁠ fortunes to possess‌‍ it.”

It‍‌ wasn’t a demon,⁠​‍ so it wouldn’t​‌​ vanish; like a monster that leaves​‌ behind a corpse.⁠​

“As⁠ payment for helping‍⁠​ Professor Rosalia, the​‍ remains would be‌ enough for me.”​​‍

Ambitious,⁠ no doubt. He‌ had already received‌‌‍ donations and still⁠‌ asked for more.⁠⁠​ But the director​ knew it was‌⁠ worth it.

“Fine,​⁠ then I’ll destroy‌ it and give‌ it to you.”⁠⁠‍

“I​‌ want some too.”‌

“Yes,‌​ professor, you’ll get​ your share too.”​​‍

“Will⁠ you destroy it​‍‌ yourself?”

“I​⁠ brought the right‌ person for that.”⁠​⁠

At​​​ Fernan’s words, Aint‌​ Armian, who had⁠‌ been waiting in⁠⁠ silence, stepped forward​⁠⁠ and drew his⁠​​ sword.

“So⁠⁠‌ you intended to‌‍⁠ do this from​​ the beginning.”

“It’s‌⁠​ an object left‍​​ by a corrupt.‍ There’s no one‍​‍ more fitting than‌⁠​ Aint to end​‌ it.”

“But​‌‌ if the corrupt‍ magic is damaged⁠‍ in the process,‍​ its value will‌‍‍ drop.”

“There’s​​ nothing more valuable‌​⁠ than life.”

Aint‌‌⁠ focused his aura.⁠‍​ A white light‌​ enveloped the blade‌‍‌ of his sword.⁠‍‌

“Wait‍‌ a moment.”

The‌ director raised his‍‌​ hand. Several layers⁠​​ of protective barriers⁠‌‍ surrounded everyone.

“My⁠ laboratory won’t collapse​ even with a Hellfire, but people—you⁠ never know. It’s‍ a safety measure.”⁠‍⁠

“Thank​⁠ you.”

With⁠ that brief pause,⁠‍⁠ Aint raised his‌ sword.

But​‌​ the moment it‍‍ came down—

──!‍⁠

A strong repulsive force​​ deflected it.

Flash—​​

The​‍ seed split in‌‌ two.

It⁠‌‍ was an eye.‍

A large red eye​‌​ emerged from its​⁠​ center.

— So in the‍‌‍ end… this happened.‍

A strange voice, like​ tearing through eardrums,⁠‌‌ echoed.

The⁠​⁠ eye scanned everyone‍ present, and an‌ immense pressure filled‌‌‍ the room.

Finally,​⁠‍ it stopped on⁠‌ Aint.

— Armian, cursed seed.‍

— Today will be⁠‍⁠ your end.

Before‍⁠‍ anyone could react​ to the sudden‌ growth—

────!​

The‌ explosion erupted.

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