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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 115

Chapter 115

“B-but…​​​ I knew it⁠​‌ clearly… huh? Why​‍ can’t I remember‌‌​ everything? I thought‌ I knew it…⁠⁠ why?”

Gismond⁠‌‍ scratched his head​ in desperation, unable‌‌⁠ to understand.

“Aint…⁠⁠​ where did he‌ go, how…? With⁠​ a demon? When⁠ did a demon⁠​ appear? Why, why?”⁠

He‌​‍ was sure he‍ had read it,‌ sure he had‌⁠ it in his⁠‍‍ head.

He‍‌​ had always believed​​⁠ that. Thanks to⁠​⁠ it, he obtained‌​‌ many of the⁠ elixirs that were‌​ originally supposed to‍ belong to Aint.⁠

But​‌ now—why couldn’t he‌ remember? Since when‌⁠ had he started‌⁠ forgetting?

His‍‍‍ breathing became ragged‍​ from the confusion.‌⁠

“You‍‌ said knowing the‍‌‍ future made you​‌ useful. But if⁠ you’re now pretending​⁠‌ to have forgotten​⁠ everything, what do⁠ you expect me​ to think of‍⁠‍ you, sir?”

Fernan’s⁠ cold voice pierced‌​ him, and Gismond⁠ hurried to justify​‌ himself.

“Th-that’s‌⁠ the truth! I knew everything, I really did! Or…‌‍ did I only​⁠ think I knew‍ it from the‍‍ start? When… when​‌⁠ did I start‌ forgetting?”

He‍​ felt unfairly accused,​​‌ on the verge‌‍‍ of tears.

“I​​ really did know,⁠ but I don’t​ remember anymore!”

“And‌ you expect me​​ to believe that?”‌⁠‌

“T-that…”⁠‌⁠

He​‍​ understood. If he‌‍​ were in Fernan’s​​‍ place, he’d also‌⁠ think it was‍ nonsense.

But​​ being the one‌ living it, he​⁠ was going insane.‌‌

And⁠‍‍ seeing those cold,​​ emotionless eyes made​​ the fear take‍ over completely.

Terror​​ made him babble‌⁠ words he never⁠‌ should have said.​⁠​

“…I⁠⁠‍ remember reading a book, then I tried to possess‌‍ someone and failed,​‍ and then…”

At‌‌‌ that moment.

“Hold⁠ on, Gismond.”

Fernan​ grabbed his shoulder‍‌‌ roughly.

He‌⁠ didn’t even use​⁠ honorifics anymore. His⁠‍ face was right‌⁠‌ in front of⁠ his, so close‍⁠ he could almost‍​​ feel his breath.‌

‘Those‍‍⁠ eyes…!’

Emotionless?​ Who had dared‌‍‍ say they were‌ expressionless?

No.​‍ They were flames.‍‌‌ Burning, overflowing with⁠​ murderous intent.

They​​ were terrifying. He‍ felt like he’d​​⁠ pee himself.

“I⁠⁠ don’t care anymore⁠‌​ if you know‌⁠​ the future or⁠ not.”

Fernan’s‍‍ growl froze him.⁠

“What⁠⁠ I want is‌‍ something else.”

Fernan’s​ fingers dug into‌​⁠ his shoulder. The‌‌ sharp pain made​​ cold sweat run‌‍⁠ down his back.⁠

“Why‍ don’t you calmly⁠ repeat what you‌‌⁠ just said?”

“…Huh?”​

Wh-what‌ had he just​‍ said…?

The‍⁠ pressure from that‍‌ murderous aura turned‍⁠​ him pale.

‘Ah…’‌‌

It​​⁠ was like a blazing fire.

“Wh-what‍ are you talking‍⁠‌ about…?”

And‍‍ the magic surrounding⁠‍‍ him crushed him⁠ like a mountain.⁠

“The‌​ possession. You spoke⁠​ of possession. Who​⁠ did you try‍ to possess?”

“P-possession…?”‍​

Suddenly,⁠ Gismond began to⁠ tremble like a leaf.

Fernan’s​ voice and that​⁠​ magic were all​‌ too familiar.

A memory that was⁠⁠⁠ pure nightmare returned.‍⁠

“Y-you…​‍‌ it was you,‌ you’re the one!”‌‌⁠

The​​ voice that had⁠‌ echoed in his‍‌​ mind.

The⁠ fierce, wild magic‍⁠ that had torn‌ apart his soul.‍

‘I-it‌ can’t be… really…?’​‍‍

That⁠⁠⁠ fear was engraved‌​ in the deepest​ part of his⁠​ soul.

How⁠‍ could he forget‌ it? How could​ he not recognize‌⁠ it?

‘It‍‍⁠ was Fernan! Fernan‌⁠‌ Pellenberg!’

Now⁠​ he understood. He​​‌ had attempted to​‍‌ possess twice.

The⁠ first time had‍​‌ failed. Only the‍ second had succeeded.⁠⁠‌

Until⁠‌ now, he hadn’t​‍ known who that⁠ first target had​ been.

But⁠ in this moment,‌‌ he understood.

His‍​‍ heart sank.

“I-I’ll‌‌⁠ tell you everything…!”​​

If‌‍ he wanted to​ live, he had​⁠‍ to give everything—his⁠​‌ liver, his gallbladder,​⁠ whatever it took.⁠

He⁠ had no other‌ way out.

“I’ll​ tell you absolutely​​⁠ everything! Please, save‍​‌ me…!”

Through‍ tears and snot,‌​ he fell to​ his knees and‍​​ clung to Fernan’s⁠⁠‌ trousers.

***⁠⁠

“……”​​

Fernan​‍​ looked up at⁠‍ the sky. Not​‍‍ a cloud in⁠ sight; the blue​‌​ was clear and‍ transparent.

“Here’s⁠‍ your coffee.”

“……”⁠

Fernan​⁠ drank it in‍ silence.

“Doesn’t⁠⁠ it taste bitter?”​

“……”‍‌‍

“Sir.”‍⁠

“…What‍​ did you just‍⁠⁠ say?”

“That​‍⁠ coffee—it’s not the⁠⁠ one you usually‌‍‌ drink.”

“Oh,‌​ it’s not?”

Despite⁠‍ his words, he⁠‌​ drank it like‌ always, out of‍​ habit.

“Is⁠ something wrong?”

“No.‌⁠‌ Well, yes.”

“So‍‌‌ it is?”

“…Hyde.⁠​ No matter what‍‌ happens, will you​‌​ believe me?”

“Of​‌​ course. I’ve served⁠​​ you since the⁠⁠ day you were‍⁠​ born. Who else⁠​‌ would believe you⁠ if not me?”​

“…The​​‍ truth is, I know the future.”⁠

Hyde⁠‍ paused for a moment. Then placed‌‍‍ his hand on⁠​‍ Fernan’s forehead.

“What⁠⁠ are you doing?”⁠⁠​

“No​ fever.”

“Didn’t⁠​ you say you’d‍⁠​ believe me?”

“I‌‌​ never thought you’d‌‌ say something so⁠‍ outrageous.”

Fernan‍ understood the reaction.‌ Had he not‌⁠⁠ experienced it himself,‌​ he wouldn’t have‌‍‍ believed it either,‌ even for a fortune.

‘Unless‌‌⁠ someone made a living just pretending⁠ to believe…’

Yes,⁠⁠​ at most that.‍​​ Even Hyde would‌ have trouble accepting​‍​ the truth without‍​ proof.

“What‍⁠ would it take‌‍‍ for you to‍⁠‍ believe me?”

“…So‍⁠​ it is true?”⁠‍

“You‌ think I’d waste‌⁠ money on expensive‌ food to make⁠‌⁠ something like this‍‌⁠ up?”

Finally,⁠⁠ Hyde’s face turned‌ serious.

“You‍‌‌ see the future?​​ Is that even‌‌⁠ possible? Do you‌‍ have proof?”

“Are​ you interrogating me‌‍ now?”

“Isn’t‌‌‍ that what matters​⁠‌ right now?”

Fernan⁠ let out a short laugh and‍​‌ replied.

“Do​​ you remember that‍ after the lightning‌‌ strike, whenever you⁠‍‍ questioned my decisions,​ I always had‍ an answer ready?”‌

“…Yes.‍ I asked if​‌‍ you were using​‌ another information network​ besides the Golden‍⁠​ Pillar.”

Since⁠ the lightning had⁠ struck him, Fernan‍⁠‌ had started bringing​ information from nowhere.‌​⁠

It‍ didn’t come from​⁠ the Golden Pillar‌⁠ or the power⁠‍ of the Pellenbergs.‍‍‍

It​‌‍ was data with​‌ no clear source,‌⁠ no verification, and​‌⁠ yet it always​‌ turned out to‍‌ be right.

Hyde‌ had always been‌‌‍ curious, but never‌​ pushed.

If‍⁠‍ it was the⁠​⁠ prophecy book, everything‍ made sense.

“I‍​​ want to hear‍​⁠ everything.”

“The⁠​‌ truth is…”

Fernan‌‌‍ had never planned‌‌⁠ to reveal anything.‍‍​ Neither the future,‍​​ nor that he⁠‌‍ knew it.

But‌‍​ he couldn’t take‌‍ it anymore. He​ needed to tell⁠⁠‌ someone he trusted.‍‌

“So,⁠ that lightning strike​ was actually Gismond⁠ trying to possess⁠⁠‍ you?”

“To⁠ be precise, it‌⁠‌ was the soul‌ that now resides‌​ in Gismond.”

“And⁠⁠​ in that process,‌‍⁠ you obtained the⁠ prophecy book.”

“That’s‌​‍ right.”

Hyde‍​ sighed in disbelief.​​‍ Then nodded.

“Now⁠‌​ I understand. Why​ someone so meticulous‍‍ suddenly started making⁠‍ decisions that seemed⁠ arbitrary.”

And​‌⁠ why those decisions‌ always turned out⁠⁠‌ correct.

“You‍​⁠ believe me, then?”⁠‍‌

“With⁠​‌ what you’ve told⁠ me… I have‍‍ no choice.”

Everything‍​​ pointed to Fernan‌​‌ telling the truth.​​⁠

“So‍⁠ the dilemma is—do‌‌​ you keep Gismond,‌⁠​ or whatever controls‍ him, or do⁠​‍ you eliminate him?”​

“Exactly.‍ There are things‍ that don’t add‌‍ up enough to​‌ just dispose of​ him.”

Gismond​⁠ had said he​​⁠ was forgetting everything,⁠‍​ but talking with​ him made it‌‌​ clear that wasn’t‌ entirely true.

Whenever‌ Fernan remembered something⁠ from the book,​‌ Gismond did too.‌

He‍‌‍ didn’t know how⁠‍​ it worked, but​‌ it was real.​‍

‘He‍ tried to steal‌‌ my body, failed,​ left me with‍‍ the memories, and‍ then possessed someone⁠⁠ else. But we’re⁠‍ still connected through⁠ those future memories…’‌⁠

There‍​‌ was something there.‍‌ Ignoring it wasn’t⁠ an option.

“Then​‌‌ keep him close.”⁠​

“He’s⁠ a dangerous man.”‌

“And⁠ even if he​‌‍ causes problems, the​ Pellenberg family has‌‌ enough power to​​‌ solve them.”

“…You’re‍​‍ right.”

Fernan​ barely smiled.

Yes,⁠⁠ there was no‍ need to worry⁠ so much.

With⁠ the power and⁠‍⁠ money of the⁠ Pellenbergs, they could‍​ reverse any situation⁠ multiple times if​ necessary.

After​ all, no matter​ how much Gismond‍ knew about the‌⁠‌ future, he wasn’t​⁠ a demon.

“Remember⁠⁠‍ what the duke⁠‍ always says.”

“…Keep‌ your friends close,‌‍​ and your enemies⁠‌‌ even closer.”

Fernan‍‌⁠ nodded slowly.

“But‍​ Gismond… I don’t‍‍​ know if I’d​⁠⁠ call him an‍‍ enemy.”

“He‌⁠ tried to steal‍​ your body. He’s‍ worse than a demon. He’s trash.”⁠‌‍

“That’s​​‌ true too.”

Even‍‌ if he’d left‍ the prophecy book‌‌​ behind, a thief‌‌ was still a thief.

“That’s‌‌ why, Hyde, I want to ask‍⁠ you a favor.”‍‍‌

“I⁠ refuse.”

“What‍‌‍ if you don’t‍ even know what‍‍‌ I’m going to‍‌​ ask?”

“You​‍‌ want me to⁠ watch him closely,‌​ don’t you?”

“That’s⁠‌ why I hate‌ smart people.”

“And‌​ when someone doesn’t‌​ understand anything, you​‍ complain too. Besides,⁠‌ remember, I am‍‍ your guardian.”

Fernan⁠⁠​ raised his head​⁠ arrogantly.

“You’re‌ the one who‌‍​ said to keep​‌ him close.”

“I‌‍‌ just…”

“One⁠‌ must take responsibility​‍‍ for one’s words.⁠​‍ Who else would‌‌‌ I entrust it​ to if not‌⁠‍ you?”

“But…”⁠

Fernan⁠‌‍ shook his pendant.‌

Pum‌‍​ pum!

From​⁠ the pendant, Wooden​‌ waved cheerfully.

“And‍‌‍ if something happens,‌ I have Wooden.‍‌ You know how‌‍ strong he is.”​​‍

“…Understood.”‍‍‍

Hyde‍​ cursed his imprudent‍ tongue.

At​‌ that moment.

“Sir​‌​ Fernan, the third-year‍‌‌ student from the‌ Knight Department, Gismond​‌ Ert, has come⁠‍​ to visit you.”‌​

Hyde’s‌‍‌ face twisted.

“…Don’t‌‍ tell me you​​⁠ had already decided​‌‌ to take him‍⁠‌ in and faked​ all this just‍‌ so I would‍‍​ watch him?”

“It⁠‍‌ may seem that‌⁠‌ way, but no.”​

“Would⁠‍ you bet a hundred thousand gold​‍⁠ on that?”

“I’d​ bet it.”

“…Alright.⁠⁠⁠ I’ll believe you…​⁠​ for now.”

“Let’s‍ see what he⁠‌⁠ wants.”

Fernan‍​ entered the reception⁠‌‍ room of the⁠ Rabidus mansion.
Gismond was standing,‍​​ nervous, fiddling with‍‌ his teacup.

“What’s‍ this, sir? Showing⁠‌​ up unannounced like‌​‌ this…”

Suddenly.⁠

Crash!‍

Gismond‍‌⁠ bowed without hesitation‍⁠⁠ and slammed his​​ forehead against the⁠ table.

“I‍‌‍ want you to​⁠ take me under‍‍ your wing!”

“…What?”‌⁠

***‍‌

A little earlier.

“Shit!‍ Shit! Shit! Shit!​‍ Shit! Shit!”

In⁠​ the empty room,​ after Fernan’s departure,⁠ Gismond cursed his⁠ own black shame‌‍‌ as he kicked‌ the bed.

Even​‌ so, the excitement‌⁠ wouldn’t fade.

“I⁠‍ must… I must‌​ get out of​⁠‌ here immediately!”

He‍⁠ had been found⁠ out.

Though⁠⁠‍ he didn’t know⁠ why it was‍⁠ distorted, Fernan knew⁠ he knew part​ of the future.‍

He​​​ also knew he​ was a possessor.​

And⁠​‍ that he had⁠ tried to possess‍‍‌ Fernan and failed.​‍

Fear​​ took over him.‍

“Fernan‌⁠ won’t let me‍ go…!”

He⁠ didn’t need to‍ think much. He​‍​ would’ve done the‍​ same.

Even​‌ though killing someone⁠​‌ scared him, the‌ greed to monopolize‍‌ the future was​‍ much stronger.

If⁠‍ he could have,⁠ he would’ve certainly⁠‍‍ tried.

And‌‌⁠ if he, with‌​⁠ his character, was​‍ like that, what‌ about Fernan—born in‌ a world of​ knights and mages⁠⁠‍ with power and‍‍ authority?

“No‍ doubt… I need⁠‌ to flee from‌‌ here right now!⁠ To hell with​ the corrupt and‍​ the demons! What‍‍ matters is that⁠ I could die‌⁠​ right now…!”

Thinking‍‌ he had grown‌ stronger from taking⁠‍‍ elixirs had been​⁠ an illusion.

The⁠⁠‍ fear shaking his‍ soul woke him‌‍ from those fantasies‍‌‍ and forced him‍‍‌ to face reality.‌

“So⁠ that’s why the​ future changed! It⁠ wasn’t because of‌​‍ me!”

He​ had already felt⁠‍ something was off.‌⁠

He‌ thought it was⁠‍ the butterfly effect‍ of stealing elixirs.⁠‌⁠

He​⁠ never imagined it⁠ was due to​‍ a failed possession.​‌

“Why‌‍‌ did it have‍ to be Fernan?!​‍ If it had⁠​​ just been a farmer, everything would’ve⁠ been easier!”

If⁠​ that had been⁠ the case, none‍ of this would’ve⁠​‍ happened. Or maybe,‍​⁠ there wouldn’t even‍ have been a failed possession.

But​‍ that wasn’t the‌ important matter now.​‍

Gismond‌ began rummaging through‌⁠ the room to‌‍ pack.

“First,‍‍ I need to‌⁠ get away from‌ Fernan as fast‍​ as possible…”

Suddenly‍​ he stopped.

“But…​​ where?”

Within​​ the Empire, there‌ wasn’t a single⁠‌ place free of‍⁠‍ the Pellenberg’s influence.‌⁠

And‍​⁠ outside the Empire,‍⁠ while a bit‍​ weaker, that influence‍⁠⁠ didn’t disappear either.⁠

The‌‍ only option was‍ to go north.⁠ But that was⁠‌⁠ insane.

“I​‍ may have forgotten​⁠⁠ a lot, but‌ one thing’s certain—the‍ north was the‍‍‍ origin of the​‌‍ demons.”

All⁠ the problems started‍⁠ there. That’s why​⁠⁠ he could never‍ go near it.⁠‍

“So‌ Pandrein? The south?”⁠‌

In‌‍ Pandrein, apart from⁠‌⁠ the Empire, the‍‌‌ only habitable place‍‍ was Frazia.

“But‌ aren’t the demons‌ going to descend‌‍‍ in Frazia soon?”⁠​

Though⁠‍ he had forgotten​ almost all the​ prophecies, for some⁠‌ reason he still‌‍ remembered that part.⁠​‌

“Damn,‍‍​ what a shitty‍‌ world…”

Gismond‌ spat a crude⁠ curse and, with⁠ an empty laugh,‌ collapsed onto the‌‌ bed.

Even‌‌⁠ if he wanted‌‍ to leave, there⁠ was nowhere to‌⁠ go.

“I’m​​‍ not a genius,‌‍⁠ and this body⁠​ isn’t either.”

The‌‌‍ options for a mediocre talent were‍​ very limited.

“…It‌ would be better…”⁠​⁠

Then​​​ his train of‍⁠⁠ thought changed direction.​‌​

“What‍ if I cling‍ to Fernan like⁠ a leech…?”

The‌⁠ man who knew​​ the future, the⁠⁠‌ greatest tycoon in‌ the world.

Thinking⁠ about it, Fernan​ was his best‌‌⁠ card.

“And​⁠‍ besides, he’s no⁠⁠⁠ longer a villain⁠⁠ like in the‍‍ original future, because⁠ he changed his⁠​‌ destiny…”

In​‍⁠ fact, it was​​‍ much better this​‌​ way.

He‌​​ had gotten close‍‍ to Luina, future⁠‌ Royal Knight, and‍ had also become​‌ Aint Armian’s companion.⁠

And‍‍​ from what he​ had heard, he‌ even supported Aint​ with all kinds‍​ of elixirs.

“…Wouldn’t⁠⁠ it be safest​ to stay by‌ his side?”

At‌‌ the same time,‌‍ that’s where the​​ biggest benefits would⁠​⁠ fall too.

“Shit…‍ it scares me‌​‌ to death, but…”‌

He​ had to do‌ it. It was‍​​ his only way​⁠ out.

Once⁠ he made the‍‍​ decision, he dashed⁠‍ out the door⁠⁠ without hesitation.

He‌‍ wasn’t a genius,⁠ he was cowardly⁠​​ and mediocre, but‌ when he thought‌ of something, he​‌⁠ acted immediately.

That‍‌⁠ was Gismond Ert.​​

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