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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 111

Chapter 111

In​‍ case of an​‌​ unforeseen attack, Fernan’s⁠ preparations were not​⁠ limited to Professor‌​​ Rosalia, nor to⁠​⁠ the Red Turtle,‍‌ nor to the‌ holy water.

Wooden.‍

The‍ ego golem, into‍ which he had​​⁠ embedded the pinnacle‍‍ of the Pellenberg​ Family’s technique, was⁠‍ the ultimate weapon‍​⁠ Fernan had conceived‌⁠‌ as his final​‌ card.

— Kyu.

It⁠ was not just⁠⁠ a weapon of‍ brute destruction.

The​ sensitivity and detection​​⁠ capabilities of spirits‍‍‍ were much sharper‌​⁠ than those of‍ humans, and Wooden,​ strengthened as a golem, was even‍ more so.

Thanks​ to that, he⁠‍ had managed to​‍⁠ locate the hidden​‌ corrupt and drag⁠‍‍ him into the⁠⁠ terrain he desired.‌

With‌​ Wooden’s sword bathed⁠ in holy water‌‍ and aura, he‌‌‍ split him in​‌​ two, soaked him‌‍‍ completely, and finally⁠ incinerated every trace‍ of him.

Not⁠‌‌ having captured him‌⁠ alive was somewhat‌‍​ regrettable, but once​‌‌ Wooden entered action,‍‌⁠ the best course‍⁠‌ was to reduce​⁠ the target to‍ ashes immediately.

Besides,⁠‌‌ Rosalia would take​‌ care of capturing‌​⁠ another if necessary.⁠‌⁠

“Well‍⁠ done.”

— Kyuu kyuu!

Fernan⁠‌ patted Wooden’s head,​⁠ now reduced once​ again to his⁠⁠​ small size. His​⁠ eyes curved like​‍ crescent moons, satisfied⁠ after having grown⁠‍ to his real‌‍ size for the‌‍⁠ first time in‌ a while.

“But​‍⁠ next time don’t⁠‍‌ absorb so much‌⁠‌ mana. My mana​‍​ heart is empty.”⁠

Forging​‍‌ an aura blade‍​​ in such a huge sword required⁠‍‍ a tremendous consumption‌ of mana, and‍⁠ the source of‍​⁠ that power was​​ none other than‌ Fernan himself, his⁠​ contractor.

— Kyuu.

“Yes,‌‍ yes. I was‍‍ the one who​ gave you that‌ sword, so who⁠⁠⁠ am I to‍ complain.”

The​ exhaustion made him​⁠‌ consider drinking a mana potion, but‌‍ he dismissed the​ thought immediately.

There‍ didn’t seem to​ be any immediate‌​ enemies, so it‌ wasn’t worth wasting‍‍‌ resources.

“Let’s‍​ see…”

He‍ carefully peeked out‌⁠‌ from the crack.‌⁠‍ The outside had⁠ nothing to do‍⁠ with the underground‌‍ calm—it was a snowy mountain landscape.‍

Snow‌​ covered everything and‍⁠ a white storm​ battered violently.

Fernan⁠ pulled his head‌⁠‍ back in, shivering.‌​‍

“Better‌​ to stay here​​⁠ for a while.”​‌

— Kyuu!

He‍⁠ sat down in⁠⁠ front of the‍‌⁠ wagon, lit a fire, boiled water,‌⁠⁠ and made coffee.‍‌‌

— Kyuu?

“Too​​‌ calm? This won’t‌ be over soon,​‍ and it’s not‍ the time to‍⁠ rush in recklessly.”‌

In⁠‍​ a fight where⁠ Rosalia was unleashing‍⁠‌ her full power,‌​‍ Fernan had barely‌‌ any room to‍‍​ intervene. There was⁠‌​ still a big​​⁠ difference between the‍⁠​ two.

‘And‍ it’s not like​ we lack a contingency plan.’

He​⁠‍ had confirmed that‍ the monsters had‍ been eliminated, but‍‍⁠ didn’t call the‍‍⁠ Red Turtle.

As⁠‍ agreed, they would‍‌​ remain hidden in⁠​​ the snow, ready⁠​‌ to intervene only⁠⁠ in case of‍ emergency.

If‍​ Rosalia was in‌​​ danger, they would‌⁠​ rush to help‍‌‍ her.

If⁠ the corrupt tried‌ to escape, they‌‍ would block the‍​‌ path.

And⁠⁠⁠ if Rosalia successfully​ defeated him, they‌ would simply return⁠​​ as spectators.

‘The⁠‌ best outcome is​ for emergency plans‍⁠‍ to never be‌⁠‌ used.’

— Kyu, kyu kyu!​

“Bring‍​‌ the others too?​⁠⁠ No. They have‌ their own tasks.”‌‍​

— Kyuu!

“Cruel?‍ Where did you‍​⁠ learn that word?”​

Fernan⁠ let out a laugh.

“Listen‍ closely, Wooden. Humanity‌​ is divided in​‍ two—those who pay‌‍​ and those who⁠‌⁠ collect.”

— Kyu?

“They’re‍​‍ getting a fortune‍⁠ for this job.‌ They don’t deserve‍​ sympathy.”

In‌ the end, it⁠‍‌ was Pellenberg’s money.​​​ And sooner or​⁠ later, Fernan and​‍ Pellenberg would become‍‌‌ one.

Slurp—‌

Above,‍ the wind swept⁠ the snow relentlessly.‍‍

Maybe‌⁠ it was the‌ landscape, but the‍‌​ coffee tasted especially⁠ good that day.‍⁠

“Here,⁠‍​ try this.”

— Kyuuu!

Wooden⁠‌‌ hugged the World‍​ Tree bark chocolate‍‌ bar Fernan gave‌‍‌ him tightly.

He⁠‍ couldn’t eat it,‌​​ but absorbed the‍⁠⁠ faint spiritual energy⁠​⁠ contained in it.‍‌

‘Mixing​ World Tree branches‌‍⁠ into the core​‌ was a good⁠‌⁠ idea.’

Wooden‌‌​ loved that forest​⁠‌ energy, and Fernan‌ had discovered by‍‍​ accident that it⁠‌‌ made him grow.‌

The⁠ first time was​​ when Wooden secretly‍ devoured a box‌‍ of chocolates Fernan​‍​ had prepared for‍ Luina.

‘The‌​ drained chocolate turned‌‍ into bland, flavorless‍ sugar.’

But​ since Wooden had​‌ strengthened his energy,‍⁠ Fernan hadn’t scolded⁠‌‍ him. Since then,‍‍⁠ he would toss⁠ him one from​​ time to time.‌⁠

‘If‌​​ I ever left​​‍ him in front⁠⁠‌ of the World⁠ Tree to absorb⁠​ everything—what would happen?’​​‍

Impossible,⁠‍ of course. But‍‌‌ the idea made‍​⁠ him smile.

He​ patted Wooden’s head,‌‌ who trembled with‍‍ joy while absorbing‍ the energy.

— Kyuu!

His‌⁠ whole body quivered​ with delight.

***‍⁠⁠

“Captain.”​‌

“Wait.”⁠

Harten‍‍ sank into the‍‍ sudden snowstorm, concealing​ his presence.

The‌‍​ extreme cold couldn’t‍‌​ penetrate the thermal‌ artifact vest Fernan‍‍⁠ had given to‍ all members for‌‌‍ this situation.

“There‌‌‌ are only two‌ cases in which⁠‍‍ we must intervene—if​​​ Professor Rosalia is‌ in danger or‌ if the corrupt​‍⁠ tries to escape.‍ Before that, the⁠‍‍ young master ordered‌‌​ us not to‍⁠‌ move under any⁠‌ circumstances.”

“Yes,​⁠ sir.”

“As⁠⁠⁠ expected, a mage‍ referred to as‌ the next Archmage⁠‍‌ is something else.”‍​‌

“No⁠​​ doubt.”

The‌‌ knights of the​‌ Red Turtle couldn’t​​⁠ help but admire‌​​ what they saw.​⁠​

───!​‌

A transparent ice wall‌ blocked the cursed‍ energy and collapsed‍ onto the corrupt.‌

When‍ he forced his‌​​ way through it,​​ a white light‌‍ struck him head-on.⁠

The‌‌ corrupt, half frozen,‍ barely survived. But‌‍ immediately after, hundreds‌‌‍ of ice spears‌ rushed at him.​

Merging‌ his body with⁠‌‌ the shadows, he‌ saved himself for‌ a moment, but‍​‌ as soon as⁠‍⁠ he stepped on‌⁠ the snow, he‌ slipped.

The‌‌ snowy treetops merged​‍ to swallow him‍⁠ whole.

The⁠​‌ destructive power was⁠ impressive, yes, but‌‌ the most surprising‌‌​ thing was the‍⁠⁠ perfect fluidity of‍‌⁠ the combinations.

There⁠‍ were no gaps‍‌ between spells, and‌⁠​ each magic chained‌ into the next,​‍⁠ using the environment‌‌⁠ to the fullest‌​ to corner the‌​ enemy.

“Asen,⁠ how do you‌ assess this corrupt?”​⁠

“I‍‍ couldn’t beat him.‌‌​ And you, Captain?”⁠

“If⁠‌ I fight well,‌ we’re even. If‍ not, I’d lose.”‌​

“That‌⁠‍ much?”

“He’s​⁠ strong.”

But‌​‌ that didn’t discourage‌ him.

Everyone‌‌ knew the value‌ of the research‌‍ object—the Mana Stone‍​‍ Core. That the​ corrupt coveted it​ only meant enemies⁠​ of this level‌​ would come for⁠ it.

It‍ wasn’t a lack​⁠⁠ of will; it​‍‌ simply wasn’t the⁠‌ right time. He‍‍ trusted that one‍⁠ day he would⁠⁠‍ surpass them.

“Split​ into two groups,⁠​⁠ surround and secure‍​‌ the rear. Without​‍ being detected.”

“Yes,⁠⁠​ sir.”

Harten‌ led half his​ men in a careful flanking route.⁠

Meanwhile,⁠‌‍ the battle reached​‍⁠ its climax.

“Ugh,‌ this isn’t easy…!”⁠‌​

The​⁠​ hooded man repelled​‌‌ the ice shards‌​‌ aimed at his​​ chest, retreating.

“Damn…!”​

An​ ice wall appeared‍‌ behind him without​‌​ him noticing.

He‌⁠ paused for an‍‍⁠ instant—just enough for​ a blue lightning‍ bolt to strike‍ him directly.

───!​

When⁠⁠‌ the white mist‌ cleared, he was‌‍ no longer there.​‌​ Rosalia had used‍​ a Blink.

A moment later, the⁠‌​ enemy’s dark aura⁠ sliced the air.‌⁠​

“How…?”⁠​‌

“Pathetic.”‍‍

Rosalia⁠ wasn’t the type⁠‌ to explain her‌‍​ secrets mid-battle, nor​⁠⁠ did she intend​​ to.

In‌​ combat, the fewer​ words, the better.⁠⁠ Long speeches were⁠ reserved for when‌‍ the enemy was‌ half dead.

Tap—‌​​

She​⁠ struck the ground‍‍‍ with her staff,​ and the ice‌ beneath the hooded⁠ man turned into‌ dozens of spikes‌‌‌ that launched him​‍​ into the air.‌⁠​

With​​ a perfect target‍‌‍ before her, Rosalia‍⁠ didn’t waste the‌‍‍ opportunity.

First,‌⁠​ she cast hundreds‌‌ of ice spears,‌‍‍ and while reciting‍‍ the spell, formed‌‍‍ a hand seal.‍​‌

Above‌ the hooded man’s⁠​‌ head, a colossal⁠​​ magic circle began​ to form—impossible to​⁠⁠ measure at a glance.

While‍ repelling the spears‌‌‍ with his cursed⁠⁠​ energy, the hooded⁠ man frowned, disturbed‍ by the chilling​ aura emanating.

“This​​ is dangerous…!”

Suddenly,⁠‍​ he vanished. It‌‍​ wasn’t magic or‌‌​ a special technique—he‍‌ simply stomped the‍‍‌ air with overwhelming‌ force and shot​‌ off like an‌​ arrow.

─!‌​‍

The‍‍‍ ground where Rosalia‌ had stood split​⁠ into a huge⁠⁠‌ crack, scattering rocks‌‍‌ in every direction.⁠‌

“There‌​⁠ you are!”

─!⁠‍

─!​

The​⁠ hooded man fired​ his energy at​‌ the spot she​ had Blinked to.⁠

Rosalia‌‍‍ dodged at times,‍⁠⁠ and at others,‌‌ raised walls and​ barriers to resist.‍

And​ still, her spells​⁠ and formulas were⁠ uninterrupted.

The​​ magic circle was⁠ finally complete.

“T-this‌‍ is impossible…!”

An​‍ enormous magical power​​ stirred.

The​‌‍ spell manifested.

The‍‍‍ world turned blue‌⁠ and swallowed the‍‍​ hooded man’s scream.‍‍

When​ the beams of​ light completely vanished,‍ the man was‌‌⁠ still there, his⁠ entire body frozen​ except for the‌ head. His face​‍​ was pale, and​ no trace of​‌ demonic magic remained.⁠‍​

“…His⁠​‌ head is intact?”‍‌

Could‌⁠ it be his⁠ trump card?

Rosalia‍​‌ slowly approached.

“This​ doesn’t compensate…”

“If⁠‍‌ what you have​‌ in your head⁠ isn’t worth my⁠‍ effort, so be‍ it.”

“No,⁠‌ I don’t mean‌‌ that. You know?⁠⁠‌ I’m actually just‌ a decoy.”

The‍‌ hooded man let‍​ out a laugh.⁠⁠‍

“A‍ decoy?”

Rosalia‍‌⁠ floated the polished‍‍ ice like mirrors⁠ around her.

In⁠‍‍ them, the wagon​‍ didn’t appear. Only‌‌⁠ the traces of​ a fierce battle​‍⁠ remained.

“My‌ target from the​⁠‌ start was you.⁠‍‍ To stall, to‌ buy time. Honestly,‌ I thought I could beat you,⁠ but after facing‌ you, I understood.‍ Rosalia Vienderk, you’re​‍ a monster. Now​ I get why​⁠​ everyone says you’ll⁠​​ be the next‌ Archmage.”

“I‌‍ don’t know your⁠⁠‍ name, but you‍ know mine.”

“Want‌ to know who​‍⁠ I am?”

“Not​​ particularly.”

There‌​ was no reason‍‌ or need to⁠‌‌ know the name​​‌ of a corpse.​‍

The​⁠ hooded man, with​ only his head‌‍ intact, gave her‍​⁠ a crooked smile.‌

“Corpse?‌ I’m alive. How‌​‌ inconsiderate. Doesn’t your​​ heart tremble? Your⁠ research was already⁠​ stolen. The missing​‍ wagon and Fernan​‌ Pellenberg confirm it.”‍

“I‍​ usually don’t chat⁠⁠​ with enemies. I only make exceptions⁠‌⁠ if I capture‌‌ them.”

“Well‍‌​ said. I can’t⁠ move.”

“Then⁠​ let’s clear up​ your mistake.”

Rosalia‌ struck the hooded‍ man’s head with​​⁠ her staff. The​ cold intensified, fed‍ by her magical⁠‍‌ aura.

“Fernan‍ Pellenberg is a ruthless man. He⁠ never allows what’s‍ his to be‍ taken. He’ll do​ whatever it takes,‍‌‌ regardless of method.”⁠​

“What‌‍ are you implying?”‍⁠⁠

“That‌ you’re not a decoy, but the‌ fish swallowed by⁠‌​ the hook.”

“You’re⁠⁠⁠ too trusting. Do⁠ you really think‍‍‌ Fernan can stop‍⁠⁠ it?”

“I​⁠ already said it.‌ Fernan never loses‌ what’s his. And​ if something is​​ taken, he always‌ gets something greater‍ in return. But⁠ he’d never negotiate‌‍ with repulsive beings⁠ like you. There’s​​​ only one possible​‍ outcome.”

Six​ years. No less​​ than six years.⁠‍

“Fernan⁠​‌ was my first​‍ sponsor, and the‌ money invested was‍ enormous. My research⁠ was always a bottomless pit.”

And​ now they expected‍‌ him to hand‌⁠ over to those‍⁠ bastards what he⁠‌‍ salvaged after all‍ the disaster caused‍‌ by the inquisitors?‍‍

“Wake‌​‍ up, idiots. That‌​ will never…”

Rosalia’s⁠‍ eyes widened. Blood‌‍⁠ began pouring from‍​ the hooded man’s​⁠⁠ mouth.

“Hehehe…‍⁠ soon we’ll see‍‌‍ who was right.‍‌ But I’m not⁠ staying here.”

Crunch,‌ crunch—

The‌⁠ man’s eyes turned​ bloodshot.

His‌​‍ body twisted grotesquely,‍‍ growing to twice‌⁠⁠ its size, while‍⁠ black magic exploded​⁠‌ like a dark⁠‍​ tide.

The​ ice that had⁠‌ imprisoned him shattered,⁠​⁠ and black vapor‍ emerged from his⁠ mouth.

“…Ah,⁠ this is killing‌ me. A beer​ would be perfect.”‍​‌

Caressing‌ his swollen muscles‍​⁠ and bulging veins,‌ he turned and‌⁠​ fled without hesitation.​

“Stop‍‍ right there!”

Rosalia’s​ magic exploded on​ his back.

“Stop⁠​⁠ him!”

“Step‌‌ aside if you‌⁠ don’t want to​‍​ die!”

The‍​‍ knights of the⁠ Red Turtle, already​⁠ prepared, drew their‌​⁠ swords. The monster​‌‍ rammed into them,⁠​​ blocking strikes with⁠ his body and‌ trampling through without⁠‌ stopping.

He​​ ran in a straight line with‍ brutal, nearly suicidal⁠​‍ speed.

“…His‌‌‍ legs.”

It⁠ wasn’t a wound⁠‍⁠ from magic or‍‌ aura.

It​ was his muscles,‌⁠⁠ torn from overexertion,​‍​ ripping apart in⁠ real time.

Even‌​​ so, he didn’t‍‌ stop. The dark‌⁠ magic forced him⁠ to keep going.‍

It‍⁠ was impossible to‍‍ catch him.

“…The​‍ fool was me.”‌‍⁠

She​ thought him a fish in the​​⁠ net and talked‍⁠‍ too much.

She‍​ usually didn’t, but‌​‌ the rage over‌‌​ ruining her research‌‍​ and frustrating her‍​​ presentation blinded her.⁠‌

She‍​ hadn’t anticipated that‌‌ he’d use his‌⁠ very life as​⁠ fuel to escape.​

“…I‌​ made a mistake.”​

“Professor,‍‍​ are you okay?”​⁠

“I’m‍​ fine. What about⁠​‌ the other knights?”‍⁠‍

“There‍ are injuries, but‍‌‍ nothing serious. The⁠⁠ enemy just wanted​⁠ to flee.”

“He​‍‌ deceived us. By​‍‌ the way, where‌ is Fernan?”

“The⁠‌⁠ young master is​‌⁠ beneath the crevice.​‍ Don’t worry—the research⁠‍ is safe.”

“The​​ crevice?”

Rosalia‌‍‌ descended with firm‌ steps.

And‌ there she found‍⁠‌ him.

“…What⁠⁠ are you doing?”‍‍

Fernan,‌‌⁠ sitting in front​‌‍ of a campfire,‌‌ was calmly drinking‌​ a cup of‍​‌ coffee.

“Having‍‍ coffee.”

“I⁠ hope you don’t⁠‌‌ think I’m asking‍ because I don’t​ know.”

“Regaining‌ strength. It might​‍ not look like‍⁠ it, but I had my own⁠⁠ battle too.”

The‌‌ signs of a skirmish around confirmed​‌⁠ it.

Rosalia​ couldn’t find a response. She just⁠‍⁠ let out an‌⁠​ ironic laugh and‍⁠ sat beside him,⁠ extending her hand.‌‍‍

“What’s⁠ that?”

“Cigarette.”‌

“I⁠ already gave you​​⁠ one.”

“I‍⁠‍ don’t have mana​​​ to open the‍⁠​ subspace. You always⁠​ stock plenty.”

“Very​ well, distinguished client.​ One piece, a hundred gold.”

“Robbery.”​‌​

“The‌‌ market depends on​‍‍ supply and demand.”‍

Fernan‌ smiled as he​⁠‌ pulled out the⁠‍‍ pack from his​ subspace. Rosalia narrowed‌‍‍ her eyes.

“…If‌‌⁠ you really fought,‍ how do you‍⁠‍ have mana to⁠​‍ open the subspace?”⁠⁠

“Some‌ things are best‍​⁠ overlooked. I’ll let‍​​ you have it​⁠ for ten to​ one.”

He⁠‌ handed her the⁠​ cigarette, ignited a flame with his‍​‍ fingers, and lit‌ it.

Ssshh—‌⁠‍

Rosalia​ inhaled. The magical‍‍ stimulant filled her‌‍‌ lungs, clearing her‌⁠ mind.

“…Better.”⁠‍‌

The‌ magical stone combination​​‌ was intact.

At‌‍​ least, the story⁠ that corrupt tried‍ to spin hadn’t‍‌ proven true.

“You’ve⁠ worked hard. Come‍ close and have‍‌ something.”

“Thank⁠ you, young master.”​

The‌⁠ knights gathered and‍‌ shared a break.‌​ Ten minutes of‍ calm.

“By⁠‍‌ the way… the‌⁠⁠ corrupt escaped us.”‌

“…Pardon?‌‌​ But we killed‍ him right here.”‍⁠⁠

“He‍​ ran so fast‌​ it was unstoppable.‌ If someone had‍‌‍ left the coffee⁠ and helped, the⁠ story might be​⁠ different.”

“……”​

Until‍‍ the snowstorm fully‌‌ cleared.

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