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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 118

Chapter 118

“Fernan‍ Pellenberg!”

“…Professor?”​‍

Still​ sore from the⁠‍ battle against Luina‌​ and aching from​​⁠ morning muscle pain,‌ Fernan had gone‌​ to his usual‌ restaurant. Just as‌⁠⁠ he was bringing‌ his fork to‍ his mouth, he⁠‌ froze.

“I​‍​ saw the recording⁠⁠‌ of the tournament!​‌‍ Controlling three golems⁠⁠ at once! Truly​ amazing!”

The‌ unexpected visitor was⁠​ someone he hadn’t⁠‍​ anticipated at all.​

Thud—​

With​ a loud clatter,​‌ someone dropped their⁠⁠⁠ tray roughly and​ sat across from⁠​ him. It was⁠ Professor Harcon Pallas,⁠‌ from the 『Golem⁠ Magic Engineering』 class.‍

“You’re‍ on the wrong‌ path! Forget that‌ nonsense about earth‍‍ magic! You need‌‌‍ to become a golem master!”

“Well,‌ if it isn’t‍⁠‌ Professor Harcon.”

“Is⁠⁠‍ he recruiting him‌⁠ directly?”

“But⁠​ it makes sense,‌‌ doesn’t it? They​‍ say he controlled‍⁠ three golems at⁠⁠​ once.”

“If​‌ I were a golem professor, I’d‍ be tempted too.”‍‌

The⁠ other students in​ the cafeteria began​ to murmur.

It‍ wasn’t entirely unexpected—controlling​ three golems simultaneously‌ wasn’t normal.

But⁠‌‌ he never imagined​ the professor would⁠​ barge in while‍⁠⁠ he was eating.⁠​

“A‍ golem master, you‌‌ say?”

“Yes!‍ I assure you,‌ on this whole‌‍‍ continent, you’re the‍‍​ only one who​⁠‍ can control three‍​‍ golems at once!​⁠‌ You were born‌‍ to be a golem master!”

Professor⁠‌ Harcon leaned forward‍ and lowered his‌‍⁠ voice.

“I’m‍⁠‌ researching something. It’s⁠ called the Auto‍​ Golem.”

“Auto‍‍ Golem?”

Click.‍​‌

The⁠‍⁠ professor snapped his​‌ fingers and moved​‌‌ his mana. A thin energy barrier‍ surrounded them, blocking‌‌ out external noise.‌‌‍

“It’s‍‍ the ideal and⁠ supreme form that‍ a golem should‌‍ pursue.”

“Supreme,⁠ you say?”

“Everyone​​‌ says the same‌‍ thing—that golems are‌‌⁠ trash.”

Of‌ course, golems were‍ useful. If made⁠​ properly, they could‍ crush an average⁠⁠⁠ knight effortlessly.

But​ the problem was​​⁠ clear—while the golem​ moved, the mage‍​ was exposed, and‌⁠ if they died,‌​‌ the golem became⁠‌​ useless.

“But‌‌​ if we create‍⁠ the Auto Golem,‌⁠ history will change!”⁠‍

“What‌​ exactly is it?”‌​​

“What‌ do you think​‌ is the biggest​‌ problem with golems?”⁠

“Obviously,⁠ that the summoner‍​ is left vulnerable.”‌‌‌

“Exactly!‍‍ The Auto Golem‌⁠ is one that‍​ has pre-recorded commands‍ and moves on‌⁠ its own. It​ overcomes that fatal​ weakness!”

Fernan⁠‍‍ could imagine what⁠ it was about.⁠

“It​ won’t be easy.”​

But⁠‌ if it worked,​‌ it would undoubtedly‍​ change the perception‌​ of golems.

A golem that always​ depended on a mage was not​‍‌ the same as​ one that moved‍⁠‍ with simple commands.​​‌

“Even‍⁠ if it starts‌ weak, its end​ will be glorious!‌‍​ The Auto Golem‍‌​ is the true​​ pinnacle! Let’s research‌ it together! You‍‌⁠ can do it!‍⁠​ This is a revolution!”

The‌⁠​ true pinnacle of​ golems? What a huge mistake.

The‍‌‍ real pinnacle wasn’t​​‌ a dumb machine‌‌ that only obeyed‌ commands.

It​ was a golem‌‌‍ that could think⁠ and act on‍‌​ its own—an Ego‍‌​ Golem.

Fernan⁠​‌ barely suppressed the‍ smile that crept‌‌‌ up.

He‍‌⁠ hid Wooden, who‌‌⁠ was squirming under‌⁠ his clothes as‌​ if trying to‌‌ be noticed.

“I‌​ don’t know if‌ I’d research it,‍‌ but it certainly⁠ seems worthy of‌‍‍ investment.”

Another⁠​​ matter entirely—it certainly‍​ had potential.

If‍​⁠ they managed to‍​‌ mass-produce them…

‘It‍⁠⁠ would be a huge help in‍‍‍ the war against‍‍ the demons.’

He‌​ imagined hundreds of‌‌⁠ golems advancing in‌​ formation across the‌ plains, wiping out‍⁠⁠ monsters. It would⁠‌‍ be quite a sight.

“What?‌ Investment…? Well, I didn’t come here⁠‌​ for that, but…”‌​

“Golems​‍ require a lot​ to research and​‌ manufacture, right? You⁠‍‌ must need funds.⁠⁠​ I’m willing to​ invest. If you’re​‍ interested, find me⁠‌ at the Golden‌​​ Turtle Guild.”

“…You‌‌⁠ mean you’d fund⁠⁠ me—you, a Pellenberg?”‌‍

“Rather,‍⁠⁠ I’d like to‌‍ fund your research.​⁠ I believe it’s‌⁠​ worth it.”

“…I‍⁠⁠ knew you’d understand!”‌⁠‌

Recognizing‍ his talent in‍​‍ the field of​‍‍ golems, Professor Harcon’s‍ face lit up.​​‌

【Bardian‍​ Branch of the‌⁠​ Golden Turtle Guild‍​⁠ – Fernan Pellenberg】‌​​

Fernan‍⁠ handed him his‍‍‍ business card.

“See⁠⁠ you next time.”⁠​‍

He‌ finished his meal‌⁠‌ and stood up.‍‍​

“Yes,‌⁠‌ see you! I’ll‌‌‌ definitely come!”

Not⁠‌ many were interested⁠⁠ in investing in‌‍‍ what people called‌ piles of junk.‍⁠

That’s​‍ why Professor Harcon‍‌ was always eager‍ for funding.

The​‍ commitment of a Pellenberg heir left‍⁠ him ecstatic, and‌ Fernan was finally‌ able to shake​​ him off.

“Wooden,‌‍ stay still.”

— Kyuuu!

“You’re‍​‌ asking how you⁠‍‌ compare to a simple puppet? I agree, but are‍ you jealous of‍ the golems?”

— Kyu kkung!

“You’re‍‌ the best, you⁠‌ say? Yes, I know. But don’t⁠⁠ forget that you’re‍‌ actually a spirit.”⁠​‍

— Kuuuuh! Kuuung!

“You’re​ a golem right‍⁠ now, so it’s‍ the same? You’re‍ not wrong. Meeting⁠‌​ you was my‍ greatest fortune. I’m⁠‌‌ counting on you,‌ Wooden.”

— Kyuu!

Fernan​‌‌ let out a slight chuckle.

‘Anyway,‍‍ now that I said I’d invest,​‍ he won’t bother​​ me about it‌‍​ again.’

He⁠‍ had too much‌⁠‍ to do to⁠⁠​ get involved in⁠​⁠ golem research.

But​ that very night—⁠‍⁠

“Fernan,‌‌⁠ I think we‌ didn’t discuss the‌ investment properly last⁠ time. Listen—you weren’t⁠ born to be‍‍‍ a merchant. You‍⁠‌ were destined to‍⁠ become a golem‌ master…!”

That’s​​​ when Fernan realized​​ he had underestimated⁠​​ Professor Harcon.

***‍​⁠

The‌​⁠ integrated exam wasn’t‌​‌ limited to second-years—it⁠‌‍ applied to all‍ grades.

Naturally,⁠ both Aint and⁠​ Verian were taking​ it too.

“……”‌‌​

“……”⁠

The​⁠ two faced each⁠​ other in the‌ semifinals.

“…I⁠ never thought I’d⁠‍​ run into you‍ here.”

“I’ve​ always ranked above⁠ you.”

“When⁠‍ was that? Isn’t​‌ that too long⁠‍⁠ ago now?”

“It‌​​ hasn’t even been‍​ a year!”

Verian​ snapped, but quickly⁠​ suppressed his anger.‍​‍

“It‍​‌ doesn’t matter. That​ no longer matters.‌ What matters is‍​ that I finally⁠ have a chance‌ to get revenge​​ on you.”

He​‍ licked his lips,⁠ staring at Aint‌‍ with fierce eyes.⁠​​

“All‍ the semifinalists are‌​⁠ formidable.”

Aint‌‌‌ murmured that.

The​​‍ four who made‍‌ it were him‌‌ and Verian, along⁠​ with Valoshi Bienderk,⁠ currently ranked first‌⁠⁠ in the Knight‌‌⁠ Department of first-year,​⁠ and Jace Vines,‍ first in the‌ Magic Department.

Both‍‌‌ were tough rivals.​‌

Valoshi​​ was completely inscrutable,‌ and although Aint​⁠​ hadn’t seen Jace‌‌‍ often, he couldn’t‍​‌ clearly gauge his⁠‌​ true strength.

‘Will​ this be the⁠‌ occasion where he‍⁠‍ shows it?’

Neither‍‌​ Valoshi nor Jace⁠⁠​ could afford to‌⁠⁠ go half-heartedly against‌​‍ each other.

‘But‍⁠ before that…’

Aint‍‍‍ pointed his sword‍ at Verian.

Although⁠⁠⁠ Verian had fallen‌‌ in rank after⁠ losing to him,​‍‍ objectively he was‌‌‍ still not an⁠ easy opponent.

His​‍‌ third place in​ the Knight Department​ proved it, and‌‌ recently, as if⁠ his resentment fueled‍​‌ him, his skill‍‌‌ had grown at⁠‌ an alarming rate.⁠

— What are you‍⁠ planning to do?​​​

‘I⁠ must defeat him⁠ clearly.’

At⁠‌​ first, their relationship‌‍‍ had been far‍‍‌ from good, but​‍ that was no‍ longer the case.⁠‍

His​ intention to make⁠ Verian an ally⁠ hadn’t changed.

He⁠​ planned to defeat‌​ him convincingly and⁠ then propose once‍‌ again that he​​‍ join him.

“Begin!”‌⁠‍

The⁠ professor and referee​‌⁠ gave the signal.​⁠

Verian‌‌‌ vanished from his‌ spot.

Claaang!⁠‌

In‍‍​ the next instant,⁠‍⁠ right in front‌‍ of Aint, a flash of aura‌⁠ blazed.

Two‍ swords met, baring​‍ their fangs.

“You’ve‌​​ gotten faster.”

“You‍​ still have time⁠⁠ to talk?”

Clack!‌​‍ Verian’s sword slid​‍ along Aint’s blade.​‍⁠

He‌​ spun on himself​⁠ and launched another⁠⁠⁠ thrust reinforced with​ aura.

Bang!​​

Though‍ they were just‍‌ swords clashing, it⁠‌ sounded like an​​ explosion.

Aint​ focused as he‍​ felt the power‍‍ far greater than⁠​⁠ before.

‘I⁠‌ can’t take him‌⁠ lightly.’

It⁠​ wasn’t an overwhelming⁠‌​ difference where he‌‍ could win half-heartedly.‍‌‌

Even‌‍​ with Gardner’s help,‌‌ elixirs, and the​‌‌ absorption of demonic​⁠​ power, Verian was‍​ strong enough that‌⁠ he couldn’t be‍​ neglected.

He​ definitely had to​‌ be on his‌‍ side.

To‍ fight the demons,​ to become emperor,​ Aint needed as⁠ many allies as⁠ possible.

“In‍‌ that case, I’ll​‌⁠ go all out…!”⁠​

For‍​​ the first time,​ Aint attacked seriously.⁠‌

Taking‌​ advantage of the⁠ force pushing him,​ he deflected Verian’s​​ sword and moved⁠​‌ forward decisively…

Moved​​​ forward…?

— What is that⁠⁠⁠ idiot doing?

Aint’s⁠ motion stopped when‌​ he saw Verian’s‍ sword fly from⁠​ his hand.

“…Huh?”⁠‌‍

“…Tch,​ damn it, I lost again!”

Verian‍ bit his lip​‌ in suppressed anger.⁠⁠⁠

That⁠​​ provoked an incredulous⁠‍ laugh from Aint.​

“What​ the hell are‍ you doing?”

“I‍‌ lost.”

“I’m​‌ asking what you’re⁠​‍ doing.”

Aint​​​ growled as he‌ approached.

Despite‍​ his fury, Verian⁠⁠⁠ whispered calmly.

“Your​‌⁠ next opponent will⁠ be Jace Vines​ or Valoshi Bienderk.​‍ Do you really‍⁠ think you can‍‌ beat them if⁠⁠ you waste all‌‍ your strength on​ me here?”

“…What?”‍​‍

“I‍‍⁠ can’t beat them‌ anyway. Or you.​ I know my​‍⁠ level well. So⁠‍⁠ go and defeat‌ them.”

“Wait,‍⁠⁠ are you saying…?”‍

Verian⁠ slapped away Aint’s​‌​ hand that was⁠⁠‌ grabbing him.

“I‍‍ don’t join just⁠ anyone. So win.‍‍⁠ If you don’t,​ consider this as⁠​‍ if it never‌ happened.”

There‌‌ was no need⁠⁠‍ to ask more.‌​‍

Verian​‍ had made his‍‍ decision.

And⁠‌ it was precisely​‌ the one Aint‍ wanted most.

“…Of‍​ course!”

— Now I have⁠ one more reason‌ to win at​‌ all costs.

— That guy is‍ definitely worth it.⁠ I can’t let‍ this opportunity slip⁠⁠⁠ away.

“Winner,‌‍‌ Aint! Enough with​‍ the youth drama,‍​ get off the⁠ field, we’re in​‌ a hurry.”

The​⁠ referee clicked his​‍ tongue, bored, and‍‍ waved them off.​

***⁠

Verian,‍⁠ who had become⁠‍‌ the loser by‌ his own will,⁠​⁠ watched Aint’s back​ as he walked‌​ away.

‘This​‍ is the right⁠⁠ choice.’

Even​‍‌ his family wanted‌‌⁠ him to stand​​⁠ with Aint.

And‌‌‍ Aint also hoped‍⁠​ he would become​‌‌ his ally.

But​‍‍ his decision wasn’t‍⁠​ based only on‌‍‍ those two reasons.‌

The​ future.

That⁠ chaotic future that⁠ anyone who knew‍ a little about⁠​ demons and monsters‌‌ could foresee.

To⁠​ survive that disaster,⁠​‍ being with Aint⁠ was the best⁠ possible option.

‘The‌ more insane the⁠ demons become, the‌‍ greater Aint’s value⁠ will be.’

The⁠‍​ natural antagonist of⁠‌⁠ demons was as‌ extraordinary as his‌​ reputation.

Verian‌ had seen it‍ with his own​‍ eyes.

Though⁠‌‍ he had been‌​ unconscious for most​⁠ of it, the‌‍ little he witnessed‌​⁠ was enough.

‘Aint‍⁠ will inevitably become⁠​​ the center of‌‌‍ power.’

The‌ imperial people still‍ felt nostalgia for⁠ Armian, and Aint‌‌⁠ had already started⁠ his path as​ a hero in​‌ Valerich.

Aint’s⁠⁠ goal was the‍⁠​ imperial throne, which‌​ would inevitably put⁠‍ him in conflict⁠ with the current‌ royal house, the‌ Schwaben.

Armian‌ or Schwaben?

The⁠⁠‍ empire would be​ split between the⁠‍⁠ two factions, and⁠ sooner or later,⁠​​ everyone would have​ to choose a side.

‘And⁠ to think that⁠‌‌ man, who hates‌‍⁠ to lose at⁠ anything, chose to‍ side with Armian.’⁠‍

Fernan​⁠ Pellenberg.

Though‍‍‍ Verian hated the‌ man who had‍‍ threatened and pushed​​⁠ him this far,‌⁠ he couldn’t deny⁠ his capability.

He​‍ chose Armian instead​‌ of Schwaben, which⁠⁠​ meant he saw‌‌ a real possibility‌ there.

Aint‌‌ might think Fernan‌ was inspired by⁠⁠ ideals, but—

‘Is‌ that so? No,‍​⁠ he can’t be‌​‍ that naïve.’

But‍⁠‍ ultimately, that didn’t‌ matter.

Their​‍ interests aligned.

And‍ Verian had made‍‍ the most realistic​‌⁠ and sensible choice.⁠‍​

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