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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 119

Chapter 119

The​‍‌ next day.

In​⁠‌ the same place​​‌ where he had‍‍ defeated Verian, Aint‍⁠‌ now faced his‌‌ next opponent.

───!⁠​

Their‌‍‌ swords clashed.

A shockwave exploded.

Shattered‍‌​ fragments of aura⁠‍​ flew in all‍ directions.

In​‌‍ just an instant,‍‌‌ dozens of exchanges⁠‌​ unfolded, so fast‌‌ and fierce they‌⁠‍ were impossible to‌‌ distinguish with the‍ naked eye.

The‌​‍ dueling ground cracked,​​​ forcing the spectators​ to step back.​⁠

“……”‍

Valoshi‍‌‌ Bienderk, first place⁠ of the first‌‍ year, silently regulated‍‌‌ his breathing.

His‌‌‌ opponent, Aint Armian,​‍‌ also watched him‌ with his sword‍ raised.

“When⁠ I saw you‍⁠‍ defeat Anto, I figured this day​ would come—but I didn’t expect it​‌ to be today.”⁠‍‍

“This?”‍‍​

“The​‍ day you would‌​ fight me as‍‍​ an equal.”

“You’re‌⁠ wrong, Valoshi. We’re‍​‍ not equal. I’m‍ here to beat‌ you. Me, beating⁠⁠ you.”

It⁠⁠ wasn’t baseless confidence.⁠‌

In‌⁠ fact, Valoshi felt‍ it even more⁠​‌ than Aint did.⁠‌‍

‘I⁠⁠ never imagined I’d‍‌ be outmatched in⁠ aura within the‍ Academy…’

It‍⁠​ was true—he had‍ taken countless elixirs​ since childhood thanks‌ to his family.​​

Did​ the ruined House⁠⁠ Armian really have​⁠ that kind of​ economic power?

This‍‍ was the first‍ time he felt⁠ genuine danger.

Not‍‌​ even Rob Kaelin‍ had made him⁠​ feel this.

‘No,​‌‍ Rob Kaelin was‌ different.’

He​‍ was in the‍‍⁠ same category. A genius with talent.‍

He‍ had wielded a sword three years​ before Valoshi; losing⁠‌‌ to him had⁠‌⁠ been natural. He⁠‌ didn’t give it‍​​ much thought—he knew‍​‍ that in three‍⁠⁠ years he’d surpass⁠​ Rob.

But‌​ he never expected​ someone to rise‍ from below while⁠‍ he only looked‍ up.

Valoshi‍⁠​ smiled under the⁠‍ pressure that now‌‌ weighed on him.⁠‍​

‘If⁠ I lose, it’ll​​ be because of‍⁠​ thoughts like these.‍ I can’t lose.’​‍‍

“No,‍‌‍ not yet. I have reasons not⁠ to lose.”

“What​‍ a coincidence. So‌​ do I.”

It‍‌​ was Valoshi who⁠ moved first.

Bienderk’s​‌ sword was elegant.‍

Like‍ the roses that‍‌ symbolized his house:‌⁠‍ soft, beautiful, but⁠​ full of thorns.​‍

Dark‍‍ blue aura roses‍‍ bloomed across the‍ dueling ground, expanding​‌ into a domain⁠‍‍ that trapped Aint‍​ and covered him‌ completely.

Everyone⁠ thought it was‍​ over.

Until‌​‌ a white light​ filtered between the‍‌ petals of aura.​

────!​

The​ radiance engulfed the​‌⁠ entire dueling ground.⁠​

When​‍ it faded, not‍‌ a trace of​​ the roses remained.⁠

Only​‍⁠ Aint and Valoshi,⁠⁠‌ standing, having swapped‍⁠ positions.

“Who‍‌​ won? Aint? Valoshi?”‌⁠⁠

“What‌​ happened?”

“Wasn’t‍ it Aint who​⁠ won?”

“They‍‌‍ both look untouched…”⁠

The⁠‍ students murmured.

They​​⁠ hadn’t seen anything‌‍ due to the‌ light, but the​⁠​ duelists knew the‌⁠ result.

“Ha…​‍⁠ I really lost.”‌‌

Valoshi’s‌‍ sword fell to‍ the ground. His⁠ hand trembled with‌⁠ spasms.

‘The​‌​ light pierced through‍ my roses and⁠ destroyed them all.​‌‌ No technique—just brute‌ force.’

His‌ aura had been⁠‍​ crushed completely.

His⁠​ face twisted with‌‍ a mix of​⁠⁠ emotions he couldn’t⁠​ even describe.

“I⁠ won’t be able⁠ to face Jace.”‍⁠‌

He​ recalled then the‍ conversation he’d had‍‌ with him.

“I’m​‍ withdrawing. I’m not‍⁠ interested in the‌ championship. Even if‌⁠⁠ I lose here,⁠‌⁠ I’m still first‍‌ in the Magic​​ Department.”

“If‌ Verian surrendered to‍ Aint, do you‍‌⁠ think it’s fair⁠ for you to‍‌‌ arrive at the​‌ final exhausted? It‌​​ should be equal.”‍‌

Valoshi​ didn’t know what‌‍‍ he was planning,‍⁠‌ but he found‌ no reason to‍‌​ refuse.

He‍​ thought he could⁠​ beat Jace, and‍ then Aint too.‍​‍

That’s‍⁠ what he believed.‌​

He,​⁠‍ who had always‍‍‍ lived winning.

Yes,​‌‍ he had known‌‌ defeat.

At⁠ the hands of​‍ his family’s elders.‌

Against‍‍ Rob Kaelin.

But‌⁠​ those were rivals‍‍ that justified it.⁠​

Aint‍ Armian was not.​​​

And​‍​ yet, he had​⁠ lost.

To‌⁠‌ a fellow yearmate.‌

Valoshi‍​ collapsed.

“…My‍‌‌ sister said she‍‍ never lost since​‌​ entering the Academy.”​‍⁠

Could⁠ he not be‌​ like her?

He​‌‍ let out an‌ empty laugh.

“Valoshi,‌‌ good match.”

Aint‍‍ extended his hand.‌​

Valoshi‍‍ looked at it⁠⁠‍ in silence.

The‍‍ one who had‍⁠‌ handed him his​‌ first true defeat.⁠

More‌​‍ than sympathy, he⁠⁠‍ felt hostility.

“Make‍‍‍ friends with Aint⁠ Armian.”

He⁠⁠‌ then recalled the⁠ words of his⁠‍ father before entering‍ the Academy.

With⁠‍‌ a bitter grimace,‍ he shook his‌ hand.

“I⁠‌⁠ didn’t think you’d‌​‌ become this strong‍ in just one⁠‍‌ year. It’s unprecedented.”​​‍

“I⁠‌ got lucky.”

“Lucky?⁠ How much luck​ does it take‌⁠⁠ to be number​‍⁠ one in the‌ Academy? Share some‌ with me.”

Valoshi‍ tossed aside his‍‌ half-burned protective artifact.​

The‌⁠​ top spot of⁠‍‌ the first year‌‌ was decided.

***‍

After⁠‍ the end of​‌ the exams

The⁠‍ unified exam had‍ concluded.

【Magic‌ Department Rankings – 2nd Year, 2nd‌​⁠ Semester】

1.‍​ Carlo Deneb
2. Ludger Schwaben​
3. Neria Hapman‌‍​

4. Fernan Pellenberg‌​

“Like​ a salmon.”

Even‌⁠ though he had‍⁠ lost to Luina‌‌ in the second‍⁠‍ round of the‌ tournament, Fernan managed⁠​ to secure the‍‌‌ tenth spot in‌​ the repechage.

He​​ had returned to​‌ the same place‌‌ as always.

Not⁠⁠ bad—as long as​​ he wasn’t expelled‍ from the Ravidus​‌ Hall, the ranking‍ didn’t matter much.‍‌

“Carlo‍⁠‍ and Prince Ludger‌ also returned to​ their original positions.”​‌‌

“Yes.⁠​⁠ And Neria rose‍⁠‍ to third.”

The‌​‌ spots below second⁠​‍ had changed, but‌‍‍ essentially everything remained‍​ the same: the‍ same ten occupied‌‍ the top.

【Knight‌​​ Department Rankings – 2nd Year, 2nd‌⁠ Semester】

1.‌ Luina Bercheff
2. Harold Volcan​​
3. Alia Torta⁠‌
4. Almon Done‍ …

It⁠‌ was the same‍ in the Knight​ Department.

Almon‌ fell to fourth‍ because he faced‍‌ Luina after Fernan​ and was crushed.‍​

Then⁠ he didn’t perform‌ well in the‍​‍ repechage.

【Knight‍‍ Department Rankings – 1st Year, 2nd‍​‍ Semester】

1.⁠‍ Aint Armian
2. Valoshi Bienderk​⁠‍ …

In​‌ the first year,​‍​ everything followed the‌ prophecy book.

The‍⁠‌ first place in⁠ the exam matched⁠​ the top of‍ the course.

Aint‍ Armian had reached‍⁠​ the top in​‍‌ just one year​ since enrolling.

“A​ monstrous growth.”

“And​⁠​ you, young master,​‌‍ were part of‍‌ it.”

“The​⁠​ heart of the‌⁠ Saintbird must have⁠⁠​ had a huge‍⁠‌ influence.”

“No⁠​⁠ doubt.”

The‌​ Saint bird—symbol of‍ the Armian family‌‌⁠ and mythical beast‌‍ of light.

Its‍‍‌ heart surpassed any​‌​ elixir and fit‍‌‍ perfectly with Aint’s‌ light magic.

‘It’s‍​⁠ said even the‌⁠‍ First Emperor consumed‍‌ it…’

That⁠​‌ he could grow⁠ like this to‌⁠⁠ become a hero⁠​ who exterminates demons,⁠ like that emperor,​‍‍ was to be‍‍⁠ expected.

Knock,‍⁠‌ knock.

“Are⁠‌ you in there?”​​

The⁠ door creaked open.‌⁠

“Come‍‍‍ in, senior.”

“Found‍‌⁠ you!”

It​ was Gismond Ert,⁠‍ who had come​⁠ after Fernan’s summons.​‍​

“What‌ rank did you‍​ get?”

“Me?​​‌ Twenty-first. I wanted​‌ to make top⁠ ten to live​‌​ in the Ravidus​ Hall, but it‍ didn’t work out.”​

“Twenty-first‌⁠ is still a good result. Compared‍​ to before, it’s‌‌ incredible progress.”

“I​‍ worked really hard.”‍‍‍

Gismond‍⁠‍ smiled, scratching the‍‌​ back of his‍ head, and soon‌ began looking around⁠ in awe.

“Wow,‍ I didn’t expect⁠​‍ a place like​⁠ this above a simple tea shop.”​‍

“It’s⁠ a place I use often. You’ll⁠‍‌ end up coming⁠⁠⁠ here a lot​ too.”

“If⁠​‍ you call me,‌‍ I’ll go anywhere.”​‌

“Don’t​​‍ forget that determination.”‍​

“…What‌​ was that ominous-sounding‍⁠⁠ comment?”

“Ominous”—pretty​‌ good word. Fernan‍‍ shrugged and asked.​‌

“Did‌ you bring your⁠⁠‍ things?”

“Yes,‍‍​ in the subspace‌‌​ bag you gave⁠ me. I packed‍ everything I need.⁠‍‌ But… where are​⁠ we going?”

“If‍ someone knows demons​ will descend, what‍‌ else can they‍‌⁠ do in their‍ free time? Train,​ of course.”

Gismond‍⁠⁠ nodded, as if‍​ he had expected​⁠​ that answer.

“So⁠ to Pandrein? Aint‍ and Valoshi are‌​ going there too,‍‌‌ right? And Flauros​⁠ will be summoned‍⁠ exactly in that‍​⁠ place.”

“No.‌‌ I’m leaving that⁠​​ to Aint. We’re‌​⁠ going in the⁠‍ opposite direction.”

“Opposite?”‍

“Yes.”‌‍⁠

“Are⁠​‌ you all ready?”​⁠

The​‍ one who entered⁠‌‌ through the door‍‍⁠ was Luina Bercheff.‌‌

“We’re⁠​​ heading north.”

To⁠⁠ meet the Count​‍ of Bercheff.

And​‌ to search for‌ clues about the‌‌ monsters lurking in‌‌​ that region.

“But​‌​ Fernan, why the‌⁠ rush? You haven’t‍ even rested from⁠⁠ the tournament…”

“Because‍ some very annoying‌ guy is clinging‍ to me. To​‌ shake him off,‌‍‌ I need to‌‍‌ put some distance⁠ between us.”

“Annoying?​⁠​ Ah, I heard​‌ the rumor. Professor​‌ Harcon from Golem⁠‌ Magic got obsessed⁠⁠ with you… haha,‌​ no, never mind.”​‌⁠

Under‌ Fernan’s cold stare,‌‍ Gismond shut his​‌⁠ mouth.

“Let’s​​‌ go already.”

Thus⁠​​ began the winter‍‌‍ break.

***​​​

Flash—⁠‍⁠

The‍ teleportation circle lit‌ up intensely, and‍ the world flipped⁠‌‍ upside down.

When‍ he opened his‌ eyes again, a biting cold prickled⁠ his skin.

“Miss!”⁠⁠⁠

Fernan,​‌‍ Luina, Gismond, Hyde,⁠ and even Luina’s‌​ nanny.

The‍​ five of them‌‌‌ found themselves surrounded​​‍ by the mages‍⁠ of Bercheff.

“Welcome​⁠‌ back!”

The‌ mages bowed their‌⁠‌ heads. Luina nodded⁠ calmly.

“Where‌ is my father?”‍

“He’s‌ waiting in his‍ study. He ordered⁠ the others to⁠‌ be taken to​⁠ their rooms first.”​⁠

“So⁠ be it.”

“Yes,⁠‌ miss!”

Luina‌⁠ followed the knights⁠⁠ elsewhere, while the⁠ others were guided‌ to rooms inside⁠ the lord’s castle.​

“Please​ rest well.”

Fernan⁠ entered the room‌⁠‍ assigned to him​⁠ and closed the‌⁠​ door. Then he​‌⁠ sat down in​​ a chair and⁠‍‌ spoke.

“It’s⁠⁠‌ an honor to‌‍‍ see you again,​​‌ my lord.”

“It’s‍‌​ been a while…‌​ though I can’t‌ say I’m as​‌ pleased as I should be.”

There‍ was a guest‍‍​ inside the room.​​​ Rather, not a guest, but the​​ owner of the⁠‍‌ place.

Brown‌‌ hair, a massive⁠⁠ build, a face​​ and body covered‍​ in scars, and​ a natural aura⁠‌‍ of pressure that‌‍ demanded respect.

The‍⁠ blue eyes—identical to⁠ Luina’s—seemed to pierce​​ through everything.

He‍‌ was Albinos Bercheff,⁠​ the Marquess and⁠‍⁠ guardian of the‌⁠‍ northern frontier.

“Shouldn’t‍‌‌ you be with‍ Luina right now?”‌

“Reuniting‍​ with my daughter⁠⁠ can wait until⁠​ after I speak‍‌⁠ with you.”

“I⁠ heard you wished​​ to see me,⁠ but I didn’t⁠‍​ imagine it was‌​ this important.”

“Don’t⁠​ use that sharp⁠ tongue of yours.​ I have matters⁠‍‌ to discuss with⁠‌‌ you.”

“I’m​‍ listening attentively.”

The‌‍ count stared at⁠ him for a while and then‌‌ began to speak​‌ slowly, with an​ unexpected opening.

“I’ve‌‍‍ always considered my​⁠‍ life a battlefield.‌‌ I was born‍‌​ in war and‌⁠‌ fought day after‍​ day. But more​ than a complaint,‍⁠‍ I saw it‌‌ as our pride.”‌

The‌​​ north was never⁠‌​ purely human territory.⁠‌

The⁠‍​ weak were expelled‍​ and eliminated. The​‍ monsters pushed out‍​ of the Demon‌‌​ Territory always ended‌​ up in human‌‌⁠ lands.

And‌​ to them, humans​‍ were the weakest​‍ link.

“A‍‍ mistake on their⁠ part. In the‌‍‌ last thousand years,​ Bercheff has never‌‍⁠ fallen.”

For⁠‍​ centuries, Bercheff had‌ endured there, turning‍‌‌ it into human⁠‍‍ land.

But​ the wave a few decades ago‍‌‍ was different.

“There⁠ had never been‍ a hell like‌‍ that. The walls​​ crumbled, corpses piled​‌‍ up, cities collapsed,‌ and human domains‍‍ were wiped off‌‌ the map. Screams​​ and rivers of‌⁠‍ blood everywhere, and​​‍ I—unable to protect​​‍ anything.”

He‍​‍ lost his father,⁠⁠‌ lost his brothers‌​ and sisters. Lost‍‍​ the wealth and‌⁠ territory the family‍‌ had built, lost‌ vassals who were⁠‍ like family.

Everyone⁠‌‍ said Bercheff was​ finished. That there‌ was no hope.⁠⁠

“And⁠‌​ even so, we‌‍​ endured. Where there’s​‌ a beginning, there’s‍ an end. After​‍ a long battle,‍‍ we expelled the​ monsters and reclaimed‌ what was ours.”​‌

But‍‌ to declare victory,‍ what they had​⁠‌ lost was far​​ too much.

“Only‌​ by restoring the​⁠‍ territory did I feel I could‌​ stand before my‌ father’s grave with⁠​‌ pride. Tell him‌​ I had at⁠ least accomplished that—rebuilding​ our land.”

“……”‌

“To​‌‌ do that, I needed money. A lot of money.​‌ And that’s when‌ I turned to‍ your family.”

“I‍‌ know.”

“We’ve‌‌ lived under the‌ same roof for‍⁠​ a thousand years.​ I didn’t expect⁠‍‍ generosity without price,‍‌‌ but I did‍‌‍ trust there’d be‌ no deceit. Yet​ when I asked‌ for money, they​⁠​ told me to⁠‍ tear out my⁠​ house’s pillars and‌‌ sell them.”

“The‍ amount demanded it.”‍

Pellenberg⁠⁠ wasn’t a charity.⁠ At that time,​‍ Bercheff was a ruin on the‍ verge of collapse,‌​ and they couldn’t⁠⁠ lend without collateral.‌​

“It​​⁠ was a lot​‍ of money, yes.⁠ I knew that.‍​ When a bowl‍​​ breaks, you don’t‌‍ just fill the⁠ bowl—you have to⁠​ fill even the​‍ ground beneath it.‌⁠ How much water​‌⁠ do you think​ that takes?”

With​‌‍ reason, he understood.​⁠ With heart, he​⁠ didn’t.

“They‌ could have asked​​ for land, rights—anything.”‍

“My‍ grandfather believed there​​​ was nothing of‍‍‌ value left in‌ a devastated Bercheff.”‍⁠​

“I‌​‌ know. I would’ve​ thought the same.⁠⁠‍ So in the‌‌‍ end, I sold‌⁠‌ the very foundations‍⁠ of my house.”​‍

And‌‌ thus, the rights​ to the Golden⁠⁠‌ Bull passed to‌‌ Fridien.

“Even​​​ that wasn’t enough.​‌ We caught our⁠​ breath, found stability,‍⁠⁠ but real reconstruction‍⁠‌ needed more funds.”​

“That’s​​‌ why you came‌‍ back to the​‌​ Pellenbergs.”

“Yes.​‌ I thought this‌ time would be⁠ different. But then‌‍‍ they asked for​ the heart.”

“Isn’t‍‍ that the same​‍​ story again?”

“No.⁠‌⁠ I don’t blame‍​‍ the merchant who‌‌ demands fair payment.‌‌ But at the‌ very least, they​⁠ shouldn’t have cheated‌‍‌ us.”

And‍‍ the marquess was​‌ right—the second situation‍​​ wasn’t like the‍ first.

Without⁠​⁠ asking for a heart, arms and‍​ legs would have‌‍⁠ sufficed as collateral‌‍⁠ to get money.⁠‍‌

But​ those who wanted‍ the heart made‍‌ sure no one‍‌‍ else would settle‍​ for less.

“And⁠‌ then you suddenly​⁠​ changed your attitude.”‌

“Because‍‍ the situation had​‍ changed. The corrupt​​‌ ones, the demons—they⁠ will begin to⁠​ move.”

“Demons?‍ Even to demons,‍‌‌ you Pellenbergs sell‌‌ goods. Sacrificing yourselves​‌ for the greater‌​‌ good? Don’t make‍‍ me laugh.”

The‌ marquess leaned forward.⁠ Just that motion‍‌‌ made Fernan feel​​ like the air‌⁠​ had been knocked‍⁠​ from his lungs.‌‍

“Look⁠⁠⁠ me in the​‌​ eyes and tell​‍⁠ me the truth.”‍‍

He‍ growled.

“What’s⁠ your true intention?”‍

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