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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 108

Chapter 108

The‍‌ next day, Fernan​ and Aint entered⁠​ the city hall​ together with the⁠‍‌ priests of the‍ Cult of the⁠ Dragon God.

In​​ the grand banquet‍⁠⁠ hall of the‍⁠ city hall, a crowd awaited inspection.‍‌‌

Because​⁠ Vienderk’s soldiers had‌‌ tracked entry and​ exit records and⁠‍ brought in all‍ the suspects, the‍ previously mentioned five‌​‍ hundred people had⁠ now become nearly‍‍ six hundred.

And​​​ they would surely‌⁠‌ continue increasing.

“We⁠‍ will now begin​‍​ searching for corrupt​‍‌ magic. We ask‌⁠​ for your active⁠ cooperation.”

Except​‍⁠ for the cardinal,⁠‌​ the other nine​ priests took out‍ artifacts.

Fernan​‌ knew them well—artifacts‌ capable of detecting⁠⁠⁠ corrupt magic embedded‍‍​ in mana.

The‌ priests began inspecting‍‌ people one by‌ one from the​‍ edges.

Fernan,‍​⁠ leaning on the​ railing of the‍‌‍ second floor beside​​⁠ Aint, watched from‌​‍ above.

“What‍ do you think?​ Do you sense‍ anything?”

“Let‍‍⁠ me try.”

“All⁠‌⁠ right.”

Aint‍ began concentrating, while‍ Fernan unconsciously stroked‌‍ Wooden hanging from​ his neck, thinking⁠⁠ about what was‌ to come.

Then‍ someone approached him.‌‍​

“Greetings,‌ young master Fernan.”​

“Count​ Daniel? You’re here‍‌ too?”

It‌ was Daniel Kool,‍ with his pale​​ blond hair.

His⁠⁠‌ territory had fertile⁠ lands that produced‍ a large amount⁠ of rice and‍​ barley, as well​⁠‍ as advanced distilleries⁠‌​ that specialized in⁠​ whisky and other‍‌ liquors.

With​ those goods, he‍⁠‌ operated a prosperous‌​​ trading company.

He⁠ was also a client of the⁠ Golden Turtle Trade’s​​‍ distribution network.

“You​ look a bit​‌ different.”

“Do​ I? I’ve been⁠​​ expanding business a lot lately, and​ with so many⁠⁠​ concerns, I’ve lost⁠‍ a bit of‍‌ weight.”

His​‍ face used to​ be slightly rounded;‍ now he looked‍‍ more normal. Maybe⁠‌ that was what⁠⁠‍ made him seem‍‌ different.

“I​ didn’t expect to‍⁠⁠ see you detained​ here as well.‍⁠ But of course,​ with something involving‍ the corrupt, no​⁠‍ one’s exempt.”

His‌‌ black eyes showed‍​​ a trace of‌​​ sympathy.

“I⁠ came up happy‌​​ after securing a liquor supply contract‌‌ for this continental⁠ conference, but I never imagined I’d⁠ run into this⁠‌‍ disaster.”

“That’s‍ how big business​ works—it comes with‍‌ big risks.”

“True.⁠​‌ But for the‌​‌ corrupt to go⁠⁠​ as far as​​ murdering nobles—how horrifying.​​ I never thought‌‍‌ I’d witness something‌⁠​ like this in‌ my lifetime.”

He⁠‌‌ let out a deep sigh.

“A‍ thousand years of⁠​ peace, and this‍​ had to happen​ in our era?”​​‍

It​​ was exactly what‍ Fernan thought.

For‍‌ a thousand years,​ demons and corrupt‍‌‌ had remained quiet,​​⁠ reduced to myth,‍ to the point​ that many couldn’t​‍ even distinguish corrupt‌‍‍ magic anymore.

And​ yet, now they‌⁠ had returned to⁠‍ invade the world​‍‍ and disrupt everything.​

The⁠‍​ more he thought‍ about it, the​ more his anger‍ boiled. He just​⁠ wanted to make⁠​ money in peace‍‌​ and control the​‍ world in his‌ own way.

“And‍​ this young man?”‍⁠

The‌‍‌ count was staring​ at Aint, who⁠​⁠ was concentrating on​⁠‌ detecting corrupt magic.⁠‍

“He‌ is Aint Armian.”​⁠

“Aint…‌⁠ Armian? As in,‍‌ that Armian?”

“That’s⁠ right. He’s my⁠ junior.”

“Aint​‌⁠ Armian here? Could​‌ it be…?”

“Yes,‍​⁠ what you’re imagining.”⁠

He⁠‌⁠ was here to​ search for the‌​‌ corrupt alongside the⁠‌ Cult of the​‌ Dragon God.

“I⁠ remember reading that​ the power of‌‍ Armian allows him‍⁠​ to instinctively perceive⁠​‌ corrupt magic. Is‌‌‌ that true?”

“I’m⁠​​ not sure.”

“To‌‌ witness it in​ person is an‌‍‌ honor. Makes being⁠ detained worth it.”‌

“It’s​‍ nothing special.”

“Nothing⁠⁠ special? They call‍ him the natural‍ enemy of demons!”‍⁠⁠

Daniel‌‌‌ smiled with a strange gleam in⁠​​ his eyes.

“So‌‌ right now, young⁠​ Aint is searching‍⁠ for the corrupt?‌‌⁠ Can he detect⁠‍ corrupt magic from‍ a distance?”

That‍​ peculiar glint in‌⁠‌ his eyes made⁠⁠‍ Fernan uncomfortable, and⁠‍‌ he responded coolly.‍⁠‍

“I‍‌ don’t know. Like⁠ I said…”

At‍ that moment, Aint‌‌ opened his eyes.‌‍

“I⁠‍‍ found them.”

“Really?”‍​⁠

“Yes.⁠ At least now,‌ I’m worthy of‌⁠⁠ dancing on the‌​​ stage you prepared⁠⁠ for me, senior.”‍

“He‌‌​ really found a corrupt? Faster than‌‌‍ the Cult of⁠​‍ the Dragon God!⁠⁠ Worthy of an⁠‍ Armian. How…?”

“Count‍‍ Daniel, I’m sorry,‍‍‌ but could you‌ give us a moment in private?”‌‌

“…Ah,‌⁠ of course.”

The⁠ count smiled stiffly‍‌ after a brief‍‍ pause at the​​ obvious dismissal.

“I​ got carried away.⁠⁠‍ It’s the first​⁠ time I’ve witnessed⁠‌ the power of‍​⁠ an Armian—I hope‌⁠‍ you understand.”

“I‌​​ do.”

“All​‍ right, young master.⁠⁠‍ We’ll talk again​‌ later.”

The⁠‍⁠ count descended.

“You‌ really found them,‌ Aint?”

“Yes.”⁠‌

Fernan​‌​ suppressed the excitement​⁠‌ rising in him.⁠⁠

He​​ had trusted that⁠ Aint could detect⁠‍​ corrupt magic, but⁠​ he hadn’t expected‌ him to do‍ it without direct⁠‌ contact or Gardner’s⁠‍​ help.

A pleasant surprise.

“Before,​​ I might not​​‌ have sensed it.‌⁠⁠ But now that⁠‌​ I’ve leveled up,​ corrupt magic feels‍ much clearer. Also,⁠‌ thanks to the​ itarium you gave‍‍‍ me. I’m grateful.”⁠‍​

Excellent‍ news—Aint had grown‍​⁠ stronger, and he​⁠‍ also felt more‍⁠ indebted to him.‌⁠​

“Who‍​ are they?”

“That‌ one over there,‍​ and those two…”⁠​‌

Aint​​‌ pointed to three​​‌ people—one dressed like⁠‌​ a farmer, the​​​ other two looking⁠‌ like merchants.

“Just​ those three?”

“For⁠ now, yes. But‍‍ there could be​‍ others hiding better.‍ What do we⁠​ do, senior?”

“What⁠‌​ else? If we’ve‍​‍ found them, we’re‍ not letting them​ escape.”

The‌‌‍ three were toward‍‌ the center, while‍⁠ the priests were‌‍‌ still checking from‍ the edges.

It⁠​‍ would take time​ for them to‌‌⁠ get there.

Fernan​‍‌ thought about moving⁠⁠‌ ahead, but he⁠​⁠ couldn’t just barge‌ in.

He‌‌‍ couldn’t risk angering⁠ the Cult of​‌ the Dragon God​⁠ by stealing the‍‍ initiative.

He⁠ needed an agreement.​​​

“Wait‍‍‍ here.”

Fernan⁠⁠ crossed to the⁠​⁠ opposite side of‌⁠ the balcony and​ approached Cardinal Gailand,‍‌​ who was observing⁠⁠ from above.

“Aint​​ just located the‌⁠‍ corrupt.”

“…Who?”​‍

The‌​ cardinal’s face grew‍⁠‍ stern.

“I‌‍​ can’t just tell⁠⁠ you outright.”

Fernan,‌‍ on the other‍‍ hand, remained calm.⁠​‍

“How⁠‍ about we make​ a deal? Like‍​‌ always.”

***‌⁠‍

Aint‌ recalled Fernan’s instructions​⁠‍ and jumped down‍‍​ decisively. Instantly, all‌‌​ eyes in the‌​ hall turned toward⁠‌ him.

‘This…‌ is kind of‍⁠ embarrassing.’

— Get used to​‍⁠ it. Right now,​‍ it’s just a few hundred. Soon‌⁠​ it’ll be tens‍ of thousands, millions,​​ hundreds of millions⁠‍ watching you.

‘Yes.’⁠

Taking‌ a deep breath,⁠‍ Aint calmly walked​‍‌ through the crowd.⁠‌⁠

“Who’s​​ that?”

“What’s‍⁠ he doing here?”‍⁠‌

“I‌ think I’ve seen‍ him before…”

People​‍‌ watched him warily,‍‍⁠ but no one⁠‍‌ stopped him.

The‌‌ atmosphere was strange,​​ and on top‍ of that, the‍ priests of the‌‍⁠ Cult of the​ Dragon God—who were⁠‌​ in charge—weren’t doing‍ anything.

Aint‌ stopped.

“W-what’s​‌‍ going on?”

The​‌ man in front​‌⁠ of him looked​‌ nervous.

‘How‍ should I do⁠ this?’

— Action over words.⁠​ It’s not enough⁠⁠ to say you​​ found them with​ Armian’s power. Show⁠⁠‍ them why you’re‍ called the natural⁠⁠​ enemy of demons.⁠⁠⁠

— There’s no need‍​‍ to draw your​​ sword or threaten.‌‍ Make everyone clearly‍⁠​ understand why the‌ Armian bear that​ title.

Aint‌⁠ created a small‍‌​ sphere of luminous‍⁠⁠ aura.

With⁠‍‌ just that, the‍‍ man stepped back.‍‍⁠

The‌‌ sphere began to‍‌ radiate a light‌​ that directly clashed​ with the corrupt‌ magic.

“What⁠⁠ is that… guh?”‍‌

The⁠‌ man’s face twisted‌‌‌ in pain.

Before,​‌ Aint wouldn’t have⁠​​ been able to‍‌ do something like​ this. But after‍‌​ learning Gardner’s true​ swordsmanship, consuming countless⁠‌‍ elixirs, and surviving​⁠ multiple battles—even against​​ demons—now he could.‍

For​ a corrupt of​ that level, just⁠⁠ exposing them to‌‍ the light was​‍ enough.

Like‌⁠⁠ an insect burning‍⁠ when it gets‌​⁠ too close to⁠​‌ a flame.

“Hey,⁠ what are you‌​⁠ doing…?! Wait… is​​‍ his body… smoking?”​⁠⁠

“Ghhh…!”‍​⁠

The‍ man’s scream grew​​‍ louder.

From​⁠‍ his entire body,⁠‌ a dark and‍‌ sinister smoke began‌‌ to rise.

“…Corrupt​⁠ magic?”

“Is​⁠ that really corrupt‍‌ magic?”

No‌‌ one there was​‍‌ stupid.

They​ might never have​ seen corrupt magic‌ in person, but‌ they knew that‍ energy could be​ nothing else.

“Then,‌​⁠ if that light‍​ dispels corrupt magic,‌ could he be…?”‌‍‍

“Could​ it be…?”

They⁠‌‌ immediately remembered which​‌ lineage was the​ natural enemy of‌‍​ corrupt magic.

“Kyaaaaahhh!”​

The​ man couldn’t hold‌​ on any longer​ and tore off⁠‌ his mask.

A wave of energy​ swept across the​​ surroundings, throwing people‍​⁠ to the ground.⁠​

“It’s​​​ real, it’s corrupt‌ magic!”

“There​​​ was a corrupt‍ hiding among us!”⁠⁠⁠

Covered‍ in sinister energy,⁠⁠‌ the corrupt raised‍​ his claws like‍‌ a beast, leaving​ a black trail‌‍ in the air​ as he lunged⁠‌​ at Aint.

“Everyone,​‌​ get back!”

“Stop‍‌ right there, filthy⁠​ corrupt!”

The‍ priests stayed still,⁠ as agreed, but​ Vienderk’s knights did‌‍‍ not.

They​⁠ hastily drew their⁠ weapons.

But‌‍ Aint was faster.‌​

Clang!⁠‍

His​ sword appeared in⁠​ his hands, deflecting​‌ the claws.

The‍⁠​ light of his‍‌ aura shone brightly,‌⁠⁠ revealing his presence⁠ to all.

Slash!‌⁠

The‍‌​ corrupt’s body was​ immediately cut in‌‍‍ two.

The​‍‌ corrupt magic surrounding​ him disintegrated quickly,⁠‌‍ like an insect‌‍ incinerated in a bonfire.

“Gyaaaaaaahhh!”‌

In‍ that instant, the‌ corrupt’s body began‍‍ to swell.

— Damn it, he’s‍‍ going to blow‌ himself up!

— If he explodes⁠⁠‍ here, there’ll be‍‌ too many casualties.‍​ You must contain⁠​​ it!

Aint⁠ raised his sword⁠​​ again, but then—​⁠

Rumble—​

A dome of rock‌‍‍ enclosed the corrupt.‍‍

Boom—!‌

The‌ building shook, but‌‍ suffered no damage.⁠

“Pathetic.”‍⁠

Fernan​‍⁠ waved his hand​​ calmly.

“Always⁠​ the same routine.‍ Don’t they know‌ anything else besides​ self-detonation?”

Silence‍⁠ filled the hall.‍‍

All‍⁠ eyes were on‍‍‌ Aint and the‌⁠‍ fallen corrupt.

And⁠‌‍ Fernan raised his​‌ voice.

“Aint‌​ Armian.”

The‌⁠⁠ silence shattered.

It⁠⁠‌ confirmed what everyone⁠‍⁠ suspected—that the young⁠‍ man before them‍‍ was a descendant⁠‌ of Armian.

“Do‍ what you must.”​

“Yes,​‌‍ senior.”

“Curse‌ you all!”

“No,‍‌ I don’t want‌​​ to die!”

Other‌ corrupt lunged at​⁠ him.

Aint‌ did not hesitate.⁠‍

As‍​‍ he passed by⁠‌‍ Vienderk’s stunned knights,⁠ he recalled Fernan’s​ words:

“Make‍⁠‌ it as flashy​ and sacred as⁠⁠ possible.”

“After⁠ a thousand years,​ the battle between​‍ Armian and the‍​⁠ corrupt is happening‌‍ again. For a light to appear‍​ now that surpasses‌‌ them is no⁠ small thing.”

“Remember—it​⁠​ must be spectacular.”​

Aint‌ raised his sword‌ and concentrated his‌ aura.

‘I​ can’t use anything‌ too powerful…’

If‌‌​ he did, he’d⁠​ kill too many​‌ innocent people in⁠‌ the hall.

But⁠​ there was one⁠ technique that, though‍​‍ harmless to those‍‌⁠ present, would be‌⁠‌ impactful enough.

— For the corrupt,⁠ it’ll be more⁠ than just a spectacle. You’ll see.⁠‍​

Ignoring‌ Gardner’s sarcasm, Aint‌‍ swung his sword.‍‌⁠

Whoooosh!​

The​‌⁠ aura took shape.⁠

A luminous bird with⁠⁠ two pairs of⁠ wings and a single head.

It‍⁠​ wasn’t large, didn’t‌ emit a real​ roar, and had⁠⁠ no great destructive‌‍ power.

But‌⁠ it was enough.⁠‌​

“…Saint⁠‌ Bird.”

“A…‌‍ a bird of‌​‍ light!”

The⁠‌​ symbol of Armian‌​⁠ had appeared before‌ everyone.

Screeeech—!​

“Gaaaahhh!”‍

“My​‌‍ power…! It’s fading!”‌

The​‌‍ corrupt screamed as‍⁠⁠ the bird’s light⁠‌ corroded them.

When⁠ the Saint Bird⁠‌‌ finished its task​ and vanished, no‌ one was running​​ anymore.

Only‍ a few bodies‍‌​ writhed on the⁠ floor, releasing black‍​​ smoke.

‘Perfect.’‍

Aint‍ had summoned the‍ very symbol of‍‍‌ Armian.

Maybe​‌ it was Gardner’s⁠ idea, but it​ was exactly what⁠ they needed.

Fernan‌ smiled in satisfaction.⁠‍‌

A quality product doesn’t‌​ need too much‍​​ advertisement. This is⁠ enough.

The‌‌‍ deal with the‍‌ Cult of the‍ Dragon God had‌​‌ paid off.

In⁠‌ return, he had​⁠​ to reveal the​ secret about Andromalius,​⁠ but even that‍ played in his‌‍ favor.

After​ all, even if​‌‍ the future had⁠⁠‌ changed, the demons‌ would still end‍​⁠ up being summoned.‍

Sooner‍ or later, everyone‌ would realize the​‌‌ problem went beyond⁠⁠ the corrupt.

Fernan⁠⁠⁠ scanned the hall‌ once more, and​⁠‌ his smile widened.‌

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