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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 110

Chapter 110

When⁠​‌ Aint showed the‌‌ Saint Bird in‍ the town hall’s‍ banquet hall and‍ proudly revealed his‍ name before everyone,‍ the situation was‍⁠‍ resolved.

The​‍⁠ three corrupt were​‌ either killed or‍ captured, and immediately⁠⁠ transferred to Vienderk’s​​‌ prison.

In‍‌ the following inspections,​⁠‍ no other corrupt‍⁠‍ were found.

Of‌⁠​ course, that wasn’t⁠⁠‍ completely certain.

“Because‌‌‍ the inside can’t⁠‌⁠ be directly examined.”​

Examining​‍ another person’s Aura‌​ Hole or Mana⁠‌‍ Heart was taboo,‌ and not even‍‌‍ Aint could lightly‌​⁠ peer into others’⁠⁠ insides.

But​ at least outwardly,‌‌‍ there was no‍ one left who⁠ seemed corrupt, and​ the same was⁠‍ true when checked‌‍‌ with the Dragon​⁠ God Cult’s artifacts.‌

So,‌‍ the incident was‍ closed for now.‍

【The​‍‍ Duke of Vienderk‌ announces the cancellation​ of the 198th​ Continental Conference and‌​‌ the holding of‌‍ a memorial ceremony​‌‍ for those killed​ in the corrupts’‌​​ attack…!】

Even⁠‌ though the culprits‌ had been identified⁠‌⁠ and caught, the‍‍ fact remained that⁠‍⁠ there had been⁠​‍ eleven victims.

Especially​​ since among the⁠ dead were nobles​ and royalty, the‍​ page could not​‌‍ simply be turned,​‍ nor the event‍‌ continue in a festive mood.

【A⁠‌‌ wave of mourning⁠​‍ for the victims⁠‍‍ spreads…】

The​ Continental Conference was⁠⁠​ canceled, replaced by​​ commemorative and funeral‌⁠ ceremonies.

But⁠​​ if there was‍‍ darkness, there was‍‍​ also light.

Whoosh—‍​⁠

Aint⁠‍⁠ drew back the‍‌‍ curtains and revealed​⁠⁠ the scene outside⁠‌​ the window.

Below,⁠‍​ an uncountable crowd.‌

“Aint‌⁠​ Armian!”

“Aint‌⁠ Armian!”

And‍‍⁠ the name they‌ chanted.

The​ same incident that‍​ had left eleven​⁠⁠ victims had given‍ birth to a hero named Aint​​ Armian.

“Step⁠⁠‌ back!”

The​⁠ Duke of Vienderk​ sent knights to⁠‍ protect him, but‌ even so, Aint‍⁠‌ couldn’t take a single step outside.⁠​​

“Ugh…⁠ A life without⁠‌ freedom. I really‌‍ didn’t expect this.”‍​​

— Get used to‌ it. From now​‍‌ on, that will⁠⁠‍ be your life.⁠​

The⁠‍⁠ people’s passion for‍‍⁠ a hero was‍​ natural.

In⁠‌ times of chaos,⁠⁠‌ people seek someone‍⁠ to lean on.‍​‌ That is a hero.

The‍ first emperor of‌‌‌ Armian had once‍ been one, and‍‌⁠ now Aint Armian‍​ would be too.‌​​

Because⁠‌ that was the⁠ safest path for‌‌⁠ the world to‌​ survive.

— And the rich‌‌ guy left first,‌ right?

“Yes.​⁠⁠ He said he​ would go ahead‍ to transport the‌‌​ Magic Stone Core‌ to where it​⁠‌ was needed. When‍ I wanted to‌‍ accompany him, he‌​ told me I should stay a bit longer to⁠​​ maintain the mood.”‌⁠

Fernan⁠​ had departed first.‌‍

With‌‍⁠ a Magic Stone⁠‌ Core, it wasn’t⁠‌‍ possible to use‌ a teleportation circle,‍‍⁠ so transporting it​ took quite a bit of time.‍

— The place where‍ it was needed?​‌⁠

“I‍‌​ think he said‌⁠⁠ to the Dragon‍ God Cult.”

— To the Dragon‍⁠⁠ God Cult, huh?‍​ I don’t know‌ what they want‌​‌ it for, but⁠ at least it’s⁠ a safe place.‍‌

“I‌‍ agree.”

Although‍‌‍ they presented themselves⁠‌‌ as a religious​‍ organization, in reality​‍‌ it was full‍⁠ of brilliant magicians,⁠ and they also‌⁠‌ hated demons and⁠‍​ corrupt.

At‍‍ the very least,⁠​ if the Core‌‌ reached the Dragon​⁠‌ God Cult intact,​‍ it was unlikely⁠‍ the corrupt could​‍ devise new plots—unless‌ they managed to​⁠‌ summon a demon.⁠​‍

— But will they‌‌ accept it?

“From‍ what I heard,​⁠⁠ as long as​‍​ they’re paid, they’ll⁠ do anything…”

— …Yeah, they’re known‍ for that. After‌⁠⁠ Pellenberg, they’re the⁠‌ most obsessed with⁠ money.

More​‍‌ like with the‌ experiments and magical‍​‌ research they could⁠‌ fund with it.⁠​‌

“But‍‌‍ what was the‍‍ corrupts’ real goal?​​ What do they⁠‌​ gain by killing⁠‍​ eleven people?”

— Who knows. For‍‌ now, I can‌⁠⁠ think of three​ possibilities.

— One, to prevent⁠ the Continental Conference‍ from being held.⁠⁠

— Two, to assassinate‍ powerful figures to‍‌‌ cause chaos and‍​ weaken the forces​​ on this side.⁠‌

— And three…

Knock,⁠‌ knock.

At‌​‍ that moment, someone‍⁠‍ knocked on the​‍ door.

“Lord‌⁠‍ Aint, you have​​‍ a visitor.”

“A⁠‌ visitor?”

“…That‌‌​ is…”

The‌‌⁠ employee had barely⁠⁠ hesitated when suddenly,⁠​ click, the door⁠ opened.

And​ there stood someone⁠ completely unexpected.

“…His⁠‌​ Excellency the Duke?”‌‌

“So⁠ you are Aint⁠‍ Armian. This is⁠ the first time⁠‌‍ we meet.”

The‌⁠ lord of Vienderk,‍‌ Duke Gransis Vienderk.‍‍​

“Forgive‍ the sudden visit.​⁠​ Under other circumstances⁠​ I would never​‍ commit such discourtesy,‌⁠ but given the⁠ situation, I’m afraid‌‌‌ I couldn’t wait.”‍​‌

The‍ duke sat on‌ the sofa as⁠ if it were‌ the most natural‍‍‍ thing.

“Ah,​ don’t worry.”

The‌⁠​ sudden appearance of‌⁠ such a figure⁠‍⁠ left Aint speechless.‌

— Calm down, Aint.⁠‌​

If⁠‌​ Gardner, hanging from​⁠ his neck, hadn’t​‍ given him encouragement,⁠​ it would have​ taken longer to​⁠ recover his composure.​‌

— Duke of Vienderk‌​ or not, you⁠​⁠ are Aint Armian.⁠⁠‍ The future emperor.‌

— There’s no one​⁠ you need to⁠ fear.

— Besides, aren’t you‍‍‌ now the hero‌ of Valerich? From‌‌​ his perspective, he​​⁠ should be bowing‌ to you for‌⁠ catching the corrupt.​‍‍

Although‌​​ Aint didn’t expect​‍​ it to go​ that far, those‌‍‌ words were enough‍⁠ to dispel his⁠‍‍ unease.

And‌⁠​ that change in⁠⁠​ his demeanor did⁠ not go unnoticed‌‌‌ by the duke.⁠‍​

“I’m​ fine, Your Excellency.‌ Though I thought‍ you would summon‍ me.”

After‍​⁠ all, even though​‌ he helped resolve‍ the situation, he‌‍​ had done so‌‌ without consulting the‌ lord of the‍‍‌ region. It was⁠‌⁠ logical to expect⁠​‍ that sooner or⁠​‍ later the duke​‍ would call him‌‌ to account, even‍ if Fernan had‍‍ already moved strategically.‌​

“And‌ how could I summon you? You’ve‌⁠⁠ been the benefactor‍ who delivered Valerich​ from its affliction.⁠‍​ That you moved‍ a little within⁠ my domain is‍‍​ nothing.”

— This Duke of‍ Vienderk is surprisingly‌ humble. The first⁠​‌ one was unbearably⁠⁠‍ arrogant, and the​​‍ first emperor had​‌⁠ to teach him‌⁠ several lessons.

Aint⁠​ ignored Gardner and‍​​ focused on the‌‍ conversation.

“I’ve⁠‌ received reports. Thanks​​‌ to your actions,⁠‍ the corrupt were​​‌ detected and captured​‍ without further harm.”‍

“Yes.”⁠‌

“Impressive.‍‍ At your age,⁠ not only have⁠ you recovered the‌ secret sword art​‍ of Armian, known‍​‍ until now only‍​​ by legend, but‍​‍ you’ve also already‍‍ achieved such merits.​‍​ The head of‌‌ your house must‍‌ be more than‌‍ pleased.”

“You‍‌ flatter me, Your‌​‌ Excellency.”

Aint​ responded modestly.

At‌​ that moment, the​⁠ duke looked at‍ him with a gleam in his​⁠⁠ eyes—one that Aint‍ couldn’t see—and inwardly,‌ he had already‌‌ rendered a judgment‍ and conclusion about⁠‍ him.

“But​ I find it‍ hard to believe⁠‍⁠ you intervened in​‍ that situation purely‍‍⁠ out of a sense of justice.⁠ I think you​⁠ were looking for‌​ a stage to⁠ make your name⁠‍‌ known, and Valerich‌​‍ happened to be​‌ it.”

“That‍ is…”

“Don’t‌ worry. I didn’t​‍⁠ come to scold​​ you—on the contrary.”⁠

“…The‍⁠​ contrary, you say?”‍‌‌

Aint​​ asked cautiously.

“A​ long time ago,​⁠‍ when the first⁠​​ emperor rose up‌‌ against the demons‍​ full of indignation,‍​​ we, the Vienderk,‍‌‌ were among those‍​ who supported him‍⁠⁠ most firmly at‍​ his side. And‌ I take pride​​ in that.”

Of⁠‌ course.

“What‌‍ do you say‌ we repeat that⁠ legend together once‍​‍ more?”

Duke‌ Gransis Vienderk smiled.​

***‌​

While‌⁠‌ Aint was meeting​‌‍ with the duke,⁠‍ Fernan was walking‍​​ with Rosalia through⁠‍ the mountains after​​ leaving Valerich.

The⁠⁠‌ reason it was​‌ already spoken of⁠⁠​ in the past‍⁠‍ was simple—they encountered​‌​ an unexpected enemy.‍⁠

“……”‍

Fernan‌‍‍ and Rosalia stood⁠​⁠ face to face⁠‌‍ with a man⁠‍ who blocked the⁠ path alone.

Through‌⁠ the black robe‌‍‌ that covered him‍​‍ entirely, his deep,⁠‌​ dark eyes stood‌ out.

The‍​ man extended a finger toward them,​ pointing at what‌​ they were carrying⁠‍⁠ behind.

“That.‌‍‌ I’ll have to‌‌‍ take it.”

His‍​‌ voice was deep,‍‍ thick.

“Who​‌​ are you?”

“Do‍​‌ I have to⁠ say it?”

There​ was no need‍​​ to ask.

The‌ aura he began‌ to emit, the‌‌ presence of corrupt‍ magic leaking from⁠ his body, was‍‌ proof enough: a corrupt.

“I’ll‌ give it to‌‍‍ you.”

“What​⁠‍ nonsense are you⁠​​ spouting?”

Rosalia’s​ brow furrowed at‌⁠​ Fernan’s words, but⁠‍​ he continued speaking​ calmly.

“I’ll‍⁠ just ask one⁠​‍ question. I’ve thought‍​‍ and thought about‌​⁠ this, but I can’t find an​ answer.”

Fernan⁠⁠​ had spent days‍​⁠ pondering why the‌‌ corrupt had murdered⁠‌​ eleven people.

If‍ the demon summoning‌ had succeeded, it​‌ would’ve been understandable—they⁠​ could have annihilated​ the continent’s elite‍⁠ gathered at the‌⁠‌ conference in a single moment.

That​‍ would’ve been a devastating blow to​ humanity.

But⁠ what did they​ gain by merely‍‌ killing eleven nobles?⁠⁠‌

“Did‍⁠⁠ they want to​⁠ stop the conference?‍⁠‌ Or was it‍ simply venting their‍⁠​ rage by killing⁠‌ a few? Or⁠​​ maybe…?”

Fernan‍⁠ paused.

“To‍​ expel Vienderk from​‍⁠ the Empire? But,⁠⁠ would something so‍‍ small be enough?”⁠

“It​⁠ was to stop‌‌ the conference.”

“I‌‌⁠ see.”

“Then⁠ hand over what‍‌⁠ I asked for.”​⁠

“Sorry,‍ but without a signed contract, I have no obligation‍‍​ to fulfill promises.‍ You should’ve brought‌​⁠ a paper first.”‍

“So⁠‌⁠ you tricked me.”‌

“And‌‌ you lied too.⁠‍ We’re even.”

Whether​ it was true‌‍ or not didn’t⁠⁠​ matter; the exchange‌‌‍ of words was‍‍​ what counted.

“Professor.”⁠

“You’ve⁠⁠‍ wasted time talking,‌ Fernan.”

“You‌ never know.”

Rosalia‌‍ stepped forward.

“I⁠⁠ said it recently,​‌⁠ but I’ll repeat​‍ it—I detest when‍ someone covets what’s⁠​​ mine.”

“This‌‍ is the first​​​ time I’ve aimed​​ for something of​ yours.”

“Bah,​ the one behind​ you is the⁠‍ same as always,⁠ isn’t it? Damn‌ corrupt.”

She⁠ opened a subspace​⁠ and took out​ her staff.

“Tell‍ your master what​ the price of‍ this insolence will⁠‌​ be.”

From‌​‌ a clear sky,‍⁠‌ soft snowflakes began‍​‍ to fall.

“Everyone‌​ back. I’ll handle‍ this.”

“But…”‌

“I‌‍​ said back!”

The​‍​ Red Turtle knights‌‌‍ hesitated but retreated​‌‌ at Fernan’s command.⁠⁠⁠

Joining‌ forces would’ve helped,​⁠⁠ but if Rosalia⁠⁠ unleashed her full⁠‍‍ wrath, they could‍⁠ end up getting‍ in the way.​​​

And​ besides…

“…Damn‌‍ it, Sir Harten.”​

“Yes,‌​‌ I feel it​‍ too.”

The⁠‌⁠ enemy wasn’t alone.⁠‍

“Die!”​

At‌ Rosalia’s gesture, a rain of ice​‍ descended.

Kieeeek!⁠

Grrrr—‌‌​

From‍​‌ various parts of‍⁠ the mountain range,‌ monsters emerged.

Winged‍‍‌ shadows of class⁠​ 8 soared through⁠​⁠ the sky, and​ dozens of giant⁠ caterpillars, muscular class​ 7 orcs called‍ Orgas, advanced, shaking​‌‌ the ground.

Thud,⁠​ thud!

Fernan⁠⁠ subtly gripped the‌​⁠ pendant that trembled​ with excitement.

“Wait.​ It’s not your‌‍ turn yet.”

He⁠ too drew his​‍‍ staff and unleashed⁠‍​ a spell.

Rumble!‌

An​ avalanche of rocks‌​ fell onto the⁠‌‌ orcs. That was‌ the signal.

“Two​⁠ each! Finish quickly​​‍ and regroup at‍ the carriages!”

“Yes!”‍‍‍

The⁠​‌ Scarlet Shield knights‍​‍ charged immediately.

Roarrr!​

The⁠​ Orgas shattered the‌⁠ rocks, but steel‌ was already waiting⁠​⁠ for them.

Clang—!⁠​

Flesh‌ and sword clashed,​ but the result⁠ was clear:

“Guaaargh!”⁠‍‍

The​⁠⁠ orcs fell in⁠​ pieces, and the​‌‍ knights finished them‍⁠​ without mercy.

Against​‍‍ an elite squad‍ like that, mere​⁠​ class 7 monsters⁠‍ stood no chance.‍

They⁠ didn’t take long⁠ to fall.

But​ they couldn’t return‍⁠ to the wagons.​

“…There⁠‌ are more enemies.”‌‍

“Here‌‌ too.”

The​‍⁠ orcs were just⁠‌⁠ the beginning.

Fernan‍‌ reinforced the wagon​‍ carrying the Mana​‍⁠ Stone Core with⁠​ multiple magical barriers.‍‌⁠

He⁠‌ watched calmly—Rosalia and​ the corrupt were⁠ evenly matched, while‌ the knights decimated⁠‍ the orcs.

‘Nothing‍‍ complicated.’

He​ hadn’t expected an‌⁠⁠ attack on the​ return trip, but‌⁠ that didn’t mean‍ he was defenseless.‍⁠

With‍‍⁠ that strength, they⁠‌ could hold out.‌

“More⁠⁠ monsters!”

“There⁠⁠ are too many!”⁠‍⁠

The⁠​⁠ knights reengaged against‍⁠ new hordes, and‍ Fernan maintained the⁠ same impression.

And⁠‍​ then.

“Where​ do you think​‌ you’re going?”

A rock fist emerged‍‌⁠ from the ground‍​‍ and struck someone‌​⁠ who had been‌ sneaking up. The​​ ambush was exposed.‌

“…Wow,‍‍‍ I’ve been discovered.⁠ Thought I was‍ flawless. How did​​ you find me?”⁠​

“I‌​⁠ anticipated it.”

Their⁠‌‌ magical detectors hadn’t​⁠ picked up anything,​ but Fernan had‍ other methods.

“So,‌ aren’t you going‍ to give me‍‍‍ what I want?”⁠​

“Not‌ in your dreams.”​

“I‍ figured.”

The‌‌‍ hooded man—another corrupt—shrugged.​⁠ His aura suddenly⁠⁠⁠ shifted.

“Then‌‍ I’ll take it​ by force.”

From‍⁠ his hand, a fist of dark⁠‌⁠ magic emerged and‍⁠ smashed through the‌ rock. At the‌ same time, balls⁠⁠​ of black fire​ flew toward Fernan.⁠⁠

He​ raised a stone​ wall, but it‌⁠‌ melted instantly.

“…!”‌​

The⁠​‍ destructive power was‌ greater than expected.‌​‍ Quickly, he launched​ another spell.

Crack—​⁠

The​ ground opened up,⁠ and Fernan sank‍‍‍ with the wagon,‍ avoiding the flames.⁠​

“Annoying.”​

The‌⁠‍ corrupt leapt into‌ the chasm, but⁠⁠ was engulfed by​​‍ a torrent of​​ enchanted sand.

Clatter—‍‌‌

The​​ sand shredded monsters‌ effortlessly, but couldn’t‍ pierce through his⁠​‍ corrupt aura.

“Is⁠‍ this all…?”

No.​‌ There was another​ trick: among the​‌ sandstorm, glass bottles⁠‍⁠ were hidden.

Boom—!⁠‌

They​‌ exploded next to​ him, dousing him‍ in a liquid‍‌ that burned against‍‌ his magic.

“This‌⁠ is… holy water.⁠‌ From the Dragon⁠‍⁠ God Cult? You‌‌‍ got me good.”‍

“Only⁠​​ one load? Naive.”⁠

From‍​ the cracks, metal‌‍‌ spears shot out,​ piercing his weakened‌⁠ aura.

Small‌⁠⁠ orbs entered his‍⁠⁠ wounds.

BOOM!‌

Chain‌​⁠ explosions deformed his​ body.

They‌⁠​ were magic stones⁠ engraved with explosion⁠​‍ spells.

“Kh…‌​ dangerous. But this⁠‌‌ won’t defeat me.”​

His​ shattered body began‍‍ to regenerate…

BOOOM!⁠

A colossal greatsword erupted‌‌‌ like a volcano‍‍ and split him⁠‌ in two before‌‍‌ he could heal.​

“What…?”‌‌

With‍ his lower half‌⁠ destroyed, he opened‍​ his eyes in‌ disbelief.

“Where⁠⁠⁠ did that come‌‍​ from…?”

“Was​ that your last‌​ breath?”

The⁠ greatsword rose from​ below.

His​​‌ body was cleaved‍‌⁠ in two, torn‌ apart by a brutal overload of​ aura.

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