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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 112

Chapter 112

“Here​​‌ she is!”

“Damn⁠‌​ it…! Miss! Are‌ you alright?”

The⁠‌‌ attack that took​ place in Vienderk’s​⁠⁠ territory immediately drew‌‌ the attention of⁠‍‌ the family’s knights.‌

The⁠⁠ duke understood that‍‌ Rosalia had been⁠ ambushed amid that‍ sudden snowstorm and⁠ sent the order​⁠ to assist her.​

“There’s⁠‍ no need for⁠‌ help. I’ve already⁠‍ defeated the corrupt.”⁠‍

“We‌ cannot withdraw. His‍​‍ Excellency ordered us‌‌ to escort both‍‍ of you to‌‌‍ safety.”

Rosalia​‍ tried to refuse​⁠ them, but there​⁠⁠ was no way.​‍‌ In the end,⁠‍ she had no‌‌ choice but to⁠​ accept their protection‌‌⁠ until leaving Vienderk’s‍ lands.

At‌ the port, a ship was already‍​ waiting. The group‍‌ boarded and set​ sail for the⁠‍ Dragon Peninsula, where⁠​ the Cult of‌ the Dragon God‍⁠ was located.

“Did⁠‌‌ you make contact‌​​ in advance?”

“Of⁠ course. Everything’s been⁠⁠‍ arranged.”

“But⁠‍ I didn’t see⁠‌​ you do it.”‍⁠

“When​‌⁠ the corrupt attacked,⁠⁠‌ my assistant wasn’t‍ present, remember?”

“…Don’t​ you ever do​‌ something like that⁠ again.”

Hyde,‍⁠⁠ who had rejoined‍ the group after​ finalizing the arrangements,‍⁠ found out there​​‍ had been an‌‍ attack in his‍​‌ absence and vowed⁠⁠ even more firmly‌‍ never to leave⁠ Fernan’s side again.‍

“Nothing‌‍ happened.”

“Nothing?‌⁠​ You call being‍‍ attacked by a corrupt nothing?!”

“No‍ one died and‍‌‌ no one was​‍⁠ seriously hurt. In‍‌ that sense, it‌‍ amounts to nothing.​ That’s why I brought the Red⁠ Turtle Order, isn’t⁠​​ it?”

“That’s​​​ true, but still…”‌

Hyde⁠ sighed in frustration.⁠​

“What‌‍⁠ I mean is⁠ that every time​​‍ something important happens,⁠‍⁠ you always keep‍​ me out of​​ it.”

“What‍‌⁠ would I gain⁠‍ from that?”

“That’s​ exactly the problem,‍ young master. If‍‍⁠ there’s no reason,‍​‍ then why do⁠ it?”

“In⁠‌‌ any case, not‌‍‌ this time.”

“What​ did you say?”⁠‍⁠

“You‍ can already see⁠‌‍ the Cult of​ the Dragon God⁠​​ from here.”

“That’s​‌ just a deserted​⁠ island, not the‍‍⁠ cult!”

The​​‌ ship finally docked‌‌‌ on the peninsula.‌‌⁠ It used to⁠‍​ have another name,​​‌ but when the‌ Cult settled there,‌‍‌ its dragon-head-like shape⁠‍‍ made them change‍‍‍ it.

‘Doesn’t​‍ look like it​⁠ at all to‍‍‍ me.’

Anyway,⁠‍ since the Cult‍⁠ was settled there,⁠‌ it wasn’t strange⁠‍‍ that they imposed​‍ their whims.

Crack.‌

The⁠⁠ vessel moored at​‌ the dock.

“Welcome.‌⁠‌ The Cult of‌‌‍ the Dragon God⁠‌ welcomes Professor Rosalia,​ young master Fernan⁠‍‍ Pellenberg, and their⁠‌ companions.”

They​ were ceremoniously led​ inside. As agreed,​ the mana core⁠⁠ was immediately handed​ over to the⁠‌‌ Cult.

“Oh,⁠ I can’t believe⁠‍ they managed to​‌⁠ create something like‍ this. If it’s​‍ not too much‌⁠‍ trouble, could we‌ examine it a bit…?”

“It​ is too much⁠‌‌ trouble.”

“Mm,‌⁠ what a shame.”‍

“Are​​‍ you sure you’ll‌‍ guard it properly?”⁠‌

“Though⁠⁠‍ they may seem⁠‍‍ that way, they⁠‌ uphold their agreements‌ to the letter.”‍​‍

The​‌‍ priest-researchers, with eager‌​ eyes, carried the‍‌‌ core into the‌ temple’s inner vaults.‌​

“His⁠‍ Holiness wishes to​‍​ share dinner with‌‍‌ you two.”

And‌⁠ so, Fernan and⁠ Rosalia were invited​ to the banquet.⁠​​

“Welcome,‌‌⁠ young Fernan. It’s‌⁠​ been a while‍⁠‌ since I last‌‍ saw you.”

“An‍ honor to see​​ you again, Your⁠‍⁠ Holiness.”

“Rosalia,‍‍‌ you too… oh,​‌‍ I suppose I should say Professor‌​​ Rosalia now, right?”‍‌

The⁠​ pope, stroking his⁠ long beard, showed⁠‍ a benevolent smile.‍​

After​​​ a brief exchange‍‍ of pleasantries, the​‌​ dishes were served.⁠

“Let’s‌‌ eat.”

The​⁠ pope and Rosalia‍ took their utensils,⁠​ but Fernan remained​‍​ still, watching him.‍

“Is⁠ there something you‌ want to say?”‌‍

“Yes,⁠ Your Holiness.”

“With‌ such a solemn‌​⁠ tone, you worry⁠ me. I hope​ this old heart⁠ can take it.”​

The‍​ pope set down​ his utensils and‍⁠ wiped his mouth‍ with a napkin.‍​​

“I’m⁠⁠‍ ready. Speak.”

“I‍‌‍ imagine you’ve heard​ what happened in⁠‍ Valerich.”

“Yes,‍‌⁠ and I must​​ say I’m pleased.”‌

“Pleased,‌ you say?”

“Of⁠‌ course. The heir‍⁠‍ of Armian regained‌ the lost vision‍⁠⁠ and defeated the‍⁠ corrupt. How could‍ I not be​ pleased?”

He‌ raised a glass⁠‌ of red wine.​⁠

“But​‌ the true goal‍ of the corrupt‌‌​ wasn’t to kill‍​ eleven nobles and​ royals.”

“Oh‌ no? In Vienderk,​​‍ to kill eleven‍‍⁠ at once would‌⁠​ require tremendous preparation.​‍ If that wasn’t​​ the goal, then‍⁠ what was?”

“The⁠ summoning of a demon.”

“…!”‍‌

The​​​ wine stopped at​​ his lips. The​​‍ pope abruptly set​ down the glass.‌⁠⁠

“…I‍ hope you can‌​⁠ prove those words.”‌

“What⁠‍ if I told‌​‍ you the demon‍‌ has already been‍‍​ summoned?”

“Not‍​ even coming from‌⁠​ you could I believe something like‍ that lightly…”

Fernan⁠​‍ pulled a recording‍‌ orb from his⁠⁠ subspace.

“Judge⁠‍ for yourself.”

It⁠​‍ was the orb‍ containing the appearance‌‌⁠ of Andromalius, originally​​‍ intended to be‍ shown at the‍‍ Continental Congress.

The‍ course of events‍‌‌ had changed because‌ of Fernan, and​ humanity had yet​​‌ to grasp the⁠‍ magnitude of the​‌ danger.

‘I⁠‌ must correct it.’‍​

If‍ the world didn’t‌‌ understand the severity‌‍ of the problem​ because the summoning‌⁠ failed, he would⁠ open their eyes‌‍‍ himself.

‘There’s‍‍ no point hiding‌​‌ it anymore.’

Fernan​‌ decided to reveal⁠‍ the recording of​ Andromalius to expand⁠‍​ the scale of​ the board.

The⁠‍ demon was no‌‌​ longer a local​‍‍ issue—it now concerned‍​​ the entire continent.⁠

***​‌

【The​​​ legend of the‌‌ Empire, the legend⁠ of the First​ Emperor, and even​​ more so, the⁠​ legend of Armian…】⁠‌‌

【The‍ great young master‌⁠ Fernan of House​​​ Pellenberg, who moves‍​ alongside Aint Armian.‌​⁠ Between the two,⁠⁠​ what could their‌​ relationship be…?】

“…These​⁠​ damn lunatics.”

Verian‌⁠ Kalburdern, who had⁠​‌ remained at the⁠​ Academy and was​ spending an uneasy‌ day, spat out​‌​ the tea in‍ his mouth upon⁠⁠⁠ reading the morning​ paper.

“What⁠​⁠ is this?”

Wasn’t‌ he supposed to⁠‌‍ have gone to‌⁠ see the Continental‌‍ Academic Conference like​⁠​ any other person?‌‌‍ Why were there​‍​ corrupt involved again?⁠‍

At⁠‌‌ this point, he​⁠‍ was starting to‍ think that the‍‌ problem was Aint.‍ How was it‌‌⁠ possible that wherever​‌‍ he went, he‌ always ended up‍‍‌ encountering corrupt or‍⁠ monsters?

“…Eleven⁠ members of royalty‌⁠ and nobility died​⁠‍ in Valerich?”

Does‌ that even make​ sense?

It’s​ true that with‌ the Conference, there‌⁠ must’ve been an⁠ uncontrollable crowd, but‍​‌ still—this was Vienderk!⁠​

There’s‌⁠ no way Duke‍​​ Vienderk would have⁠‌ neglected security.

Much‍ less if the‌​ dead were royals‌‍ and nobles, not‌‍‍ commoners.

‘This​ only means the⁠​ corrupt are truly​‌⁠ formidable…’

He‍ didn’t know much‌​⁠ about the world,​ but it was‍⁠‌ clear that the‍​​ corrupt’s schemes weren’t‌‌⁠ few. And those​‌ schemes had grown⁠​⁠ more sophisticated over‌ time.

‘The​ demon has already‌‌‌ been summoned, and⁠ on top of​⁠ that, they stir‌‍ chaos in broad​‍⁠ daylight within the​‍‍ domains of prince-electors—this⁠‍ won’t end here.’‌

If‍‍‌ anything, it would​ only grow. Never​​⁠ shrink.

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

“I​​​ need you. To⁠​‌ be precise, I need you to‍‌ become one of‍ mine.”

He‌ remembered the invitation​ Aint had made⁠⁠ not long ago.‍​‌

If‌ demons began to⁠ run rampant, Aint⁠​‍ would begin to​‍‍ rise uncontrollably.

‘But‌​​ I can’t put‌ myself under that​‍‌ guy’s command…!’

Even​‌ if he called‍‌‍ him friend or⁠‍​ companion, in practice,‌‌ that relationship would‍​‍ eventually impose an‍‌⁠ implicit hierarchy.

With‍​​ his heart sinking,⁠ Verian finished his​‍ tea in one⁠​ gulp and returned‍‌ to his lodging.‌‍​ At that moment,⁠ a maid from​ Hall Ravidus stopped‌⁠‍ him and handed‍ him a letter.​‍

“Young⁠‍ master Verian, a message has arrived‌ from your family.”​

“A​ letter?”

Seeing‍​ the patriarch’s seal,⁠ Verian instinctively tensed​ his shoulders.

“Ahem…​ thank you.”

Pretending⁠ to be calm,‌​ he quickly locked⁠​⁠ himself in his‌⁠ room. Nervously, he⁠ unfolded the letter.‌

[Verian‌‌‍ Kalburdern. I am‍​ deeply disappointed in‍⁠ you.]

From⁠ the very first‍ line, the words⁠⁠​ gripped his heart.​‌

His​​⁠ father’s rage was‌​ palpable, and he⁠ clenched his teeth​‍ hard.

‘Damn‌ it.’

At​‍‌ first, when he‌ entered the Academy,​ he never thought‍​ he’d end up⁠ in a situation‌ like this.

[I⁠‌ heard you disgracefully‍ lost to the‍ one you were‍⁠​ supposed to defeat,⁠⁠‍ and that your​‍ rank also dropped.​⁠​ And on top‍​ of that, during‍ the summer vacation⁠‌⁠ you didn’t even‍​‍ return to the‌​​ family, avoiding your​⁠‌ responsibilities…]

The​⁠ first half of‌⁠⁠ the letter was​‌⁠ nothing but reproaches‍​⁠ against him. But​ from a certain‌ point, the tone‌​ changed.

[You‍⁠​ must have heard‌⁠ about what happened‍‍ at the Continental‌ Academic Conference. That‌⁠⁠ has changed things.​⁠⁠ You no longer​ need to defeat‌ Aint Armian. You​‌ don’t have to‍ surpass him.]

His‍ father’s order had​ changed.

[Approach‌‌⁠ Aint Armian. Try⁠​ to become one⁠‌‍ of his close‌​‌ allies. Well, since⁠⁠ you’re at the​‌‌ Academy, it’s enough‌‌ if you become​ his friend.]

“…Huh?”​⁠

Verian’s​​‌ face twisted at​​ once.

“Shit…!”‌

Fernan,​‌​ Aint, and now‍​ his own father.‍

At​‌ this point, it‍​​ felt like the‍ whole damn world‌⁠ was conspiring to​ push him into​ becoming Aint’s subordinate.⁠

***‍‌‌

The⁠ Continental Academic Conference,‍‌ held every five‍​ years, always brought​ changes to the‌ Academy.

Since​⁠⁠ the Conference could‍‌ be a valuable​​ experience even for‌​‌ students, the Academy‍‍ actively encouraged participation​ as a form⁠⁠‍ of practical learning.‍

Although‌​‌ it was especially⁠ useful for mages,‍⁠‍ that didn’t mean‍‌ it wasn’t useful‍‍ to other students.‌‍​ Therefore, for three‌‌​ weeks, all classes⁠⁠ were suspended.

Students‌‍​ called it the‍ “autumn break” that⁠ came every five‍​ years.

During​ that time, they‍‍ could do as​ they pleased—attend the⁠ Conference, go home,‌​‍ travel, or even‌ stay at the‍ Academy.

More⁠ than half of​⁠ the students chose‍⁠ to visit the​​ Conference, but Luina‌⁠ Bercheff did not.‍‍

Clang!⁠‍‍

A dull sound rang‍​ out as her​‌‌ sword flew through⁠‍ the air. Blood⁠​‌ streamed from her‍⁠ torn palm.

Luina​⁠‍ fell to her‌‍ knees, panting heavily.‌‌‌

“Get‌ up. How can‌ someone who calls‍ herself a knight⁠‌ fall to her​⁠ knees so easily?”‍

“…Yes.”‍

Clenching‌‍‍ her teeth, she‍​ forced herself to‌⁠ stand. She picked​⁠‌ up the fallen‌​ sword and pointed‌‌⁠ it once more​​‌ at her opponent.⁠

Professor⁠‍⁠ Grad shook his‍‍ head.

“That’s‌‌‍ enough for today.”‍‌

“I‌​ beg you, one⁠ more time.”

“Hmm,​ but…”

Luina​‌​ pulled a small‌​ pouch from her‌‍ chest and placed​‍ it on the​​​ table.

“I​ beg you, one‍‍ more time.”

“…Alright.”⁠

Grad‌ smiled.

“You’ve‌ changed a lot,​‌ Luina. I never‍‌​ thought you’d come‍​ to me with‍‍ a bag of‍‍ coins asking for‍ a duel.”

“I‍‌ learned it from​ Fernan.”

“Well⁠‌ learned.”

He⁠‌ motioned with a finger.

“Come.”⁠

Luina​​⁠ took a deep​ breath and launched​​​ herself forcefully across‌​​ the floor.

Her‌​ heart pounded violently,​​⁠ but her mind​ remained calm.

Blood‌​​ flowed, aura ignited.‌⁠‌

Her⁠ sword gleamed with‍‍ a bluish edge.⁠‍

—!‍​

Sword‌‌‌ clashed against sword,⁠​‍ the impact sent‌​‌ a vibration through‍ her that forced⁠‍ her to step​​ back and turn‍‍‍ her body.

Clang,​‍⁠ clang!

All​​ her combinations were‌ blocked. Professor Grad’s‌ sword was always​ one step ahead.‍‍

Why?⁠‌​

That‍ was the biggest‌ dilemma that had‌‍ consumed her mind​⁠‌ in recent days.‍

Was⁠‍‌ it just a matter of speed?‍ He was fast,‌ but it wasn’t⁠‌ just that.

Now‍ she was finally‍​ starting to understand.​⁠

‘Efficiency.’⁠

Every⁠ trajectory of his‍‌⁠ sword was incredibly‍⁠⁠ efficient. Not a single wasted movement‌⁠ to reach the‍⁠⁠ optimal position.

‘That’s​ the path I must follow right‌ away.’

Just‌ realizing that made​​ all the money​ and effort invested​ in this practice‍ worth it.

—!​⁠‌

After⁠ dozens of exchanges,‌ Luina’s sword slipped‌ from her hand‍ again.

“Very​ good.”

Grad​⁠​ nodded.

“Much⁠ better than before.‌‌ Seems like you‌ had a revelation,​⁠ didn’t you?”

“Yes.‍ Thanks to you.”‍‌

“Ha,‍‍⁠ you’re certainly not​ an ordinary girl.⁠ I wonder if⁠ I’ll end up​ broke if we‌‍‌ keep this up.⁠⁠‍ Want to continue​‌ training?”

“Yes.‍ Please continue until‍ the end of​‍ the autumn break.”‌‍

“As‍ long as you‌⁠ pay me, I’ve⁠⁠⁠ got no problem.⁠ But for today,⁠⁠ we’re done.”

“Yes,⁠​​ thank you again‌‍ for today.”

Luina‍⁠ bowed her head,⁠⁠‍ and Grad picked‍‌ up the pouch‍ of coins from⁠ the table before⁠ leaving.

She​⁠ sat cross-legged, mentally‌​ reviewing the duel.⁠ When she opened⁠​ her eyes, she‍‍​ met the gaze‍⁠ of her governess,‍‍‍ who was waiting​‍ for her.

“Young​ lady.”

“Looks‌‌⁠ like today went⁠ well?”

“Is‌​ it that obvious?”‍

“Your‌ face looks more‌‍ at ease.”

Luina⁠‌⁠ touched her face,‌ unsure.

“I‍‌ managed to gain​‍ something.”

“That’s​⁠⁠ good. Then the‍‍​ money wasn’t wasted.‌ Well, it’s Pellenberg⁠ money, after all.⁠ But are you‌‍ really sure about‍‍ what you’re doing?”⁠‍

“I‌ suppose.”

The⁠ bribe she had​‍​ given Grad came‌‍ from Fernan.

Since⁠⁠ he promised to⁠​ support her, in‌‌ addition to the‌⁠ elixirs, he had⁠ been giving her⁠​ money regularly.

Until⁠ now, she hadn’t‌ spent it, but‌‌ decided to use​⁠ it this time.‌

“You​⁠ truly surprise me.​‍​ I never thought⁠ the young lady‌ would end up​​‍ giving money to‌‌‍ Professor Grad for​⁠​ private lessons. You‌‌⁠ always hated those​ kinds of things.⁠ Though, in this‌‍​ case, it’s more⁠ of a formal‌ request than a bribe.”

Even​​ so, requesting private‌​ lessons from a professor didn’t exactly⁠ give the best‌‌​ image.

“I​‌⁠ still hate it.”‌​‍

“Then⁠ why…?”

“Because​ I hate even​ more being a burden.”

“A‌⁠​ burden?”

Luina’s‍‍ gaze drifted to‌‌ the newspaper on‌‍ the table. It‍ read:

【The‌⁠ legend of the​‌‌ Empire, the legend​ of the First‍​‍ Emperor, and even​‌ more so, the‍‌ legend of Armian…】​‍‍

【The​⁠ great young master​⁠⁠ Fernan of House⁠​ Pellenberg, who moved‌⁠ alongside Aint Armian.‌ What relationship could⁠‍ there be between⁠‍ the two…?】

An​‌⁠ article about Fernan⁠ and Aint, who​ had traveled to⁠‌‌ Valerich for the‍ Academic Conference, took‍‍ the headlines.

“It’s‌ nothing. But what’s​​‌ going on—why did​⁠⁠ you suddenly come?”‌​

“Do‍ I need a reason to come‍‍ see you?”

“If‍ you came all​‌‍ the way to​ the training grounds,‍‌ yes, you do.”​‌​

“Well,‍⁠⁠ actually, a letter⁠⁠ arrived from the‍⁠ lord.”

“Father?”​‌

The⁠‌ governess handed her‌​‌ the letter, and‍ Luina opened it.⁠‍⁠

The‌⁠ contents weren’t long.​‍​

[Luina,‍⁠⁠ this is the‌‌‌ first letter I send you since‌ we last saw‌ each other during‍ the summer break.​‍​ Life at the⁠​ Academy… (omitted)…

This⁠‍​ winter break, return‍ to the main⁠ house. And bring⁠ with you Fernan‌‌‍ Pellenberg, the young⁠​⁠ man who inspires‍ you so. As​​ you may imagine,‍⁠ I have many‌ things I wish‍⁠ to ask him.]‌‍​

The‍ message was clear.‌​​

“Hm…”⁠⁠‍

It‍​​ was an invitation​⁠ addressed to Fernan.‌⁠‍

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