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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 120

Chapter 120

The⁠ eyes of the‍⁠⁠ frontier count were‌ the same color‌‍​ as Luina’s, but⁠​​ they were different.‍‍​

Hotter,‌‍⁠ heavier, and more⁠ ferocious.

Forcibly‌​ holding back his‍ racing heart, Fernan​​‍ closed and opened⁠ his eyes before⁠​‌ speaking.

“…Since​‌ you put it​‍⁠ that way, I’ll​‍‌ speak sincerely as​ well.”

“Speak.”‌‍⁠

“The‌‌⁠ truth is, I initially approached Luina​ as bait to​‌‌ provoke the current⁠‌‍ situation.”

Ever​ since she had​‍ told him that‍​ creatures had begun‌⁠‍ appearing in northern‍‌​ Bercheff, Fernan had‌ partly anticipated what‍ was now happening.‍⁠‍

Even⁠ if it were‍‍‍ the frontier count​​​ himself, he would⁠ have felt the​‍ same curiosity and⁠‌ the same anger.‍

The‌ response he now⁠ gave was something‍​‍ he had prepared‍‌ since then.

A lie—but as convincing⁠⁠⁠ as the truth.‍

He​⁠⁠ couldn’t say he⁠​​ had approached her⁠​‌ because, after seeing⁠‍‍ the future, he⁠ thought she’d ruin​‌​ it, or because‍‌ she seemed destined‍⁠‍ to become a Royal Knight.

“Just‍⁠‍ because it comes‍⁠‌ from your mouth⁠‌‌ doesn’t make it​ true.”

“I⁠⁠ only learned a little earlier about‍ the existence of‌‌ the monsters. And‍⁠​ by tracking them,‍⁠ I traced it⁠‌‌ back to the​⁠‍ tragedy that occurred‍‌⁠ in Bercheff.”

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

He​‍ knew it was⁠‍ hard to believe.‌ But whether the‌⁠⁠ count believed it​⁠ or not, Fernan‌ had no choice​​⁠ but to persist.⁠⁠​

“Believe​‌​ it or not,⁠‌ that’s your decision.⁠ I only tell‍‍ the truth.”

At​​​ his calm tone,‍ the corner of​ the count’s mouth​‌‍ twisted.

“Fine,‍ continue. Why did‍​‌ you want to‌ see me, then?”‌​

“Because​ I want to‌ invest.”

“Invest?”‌

“The‍​⁠ monsters won’t just⁠⁠ sit around enjoying‌ a picnic, don’t‍​ you think?”

Nor‌​⁠ will the humans.​

“Bercheff‍‌ was already devastated⁠⁠‌ once by a wave of beasts⁠‍ displaced by monsters.”‌​

And‌ what if that⁠​‌ repeated itself—as a second wave directly‍​‍ provoked by monsters?​⁠

“You‌⁠ dare say, to⁠​‌ my face, that⁠⁠​ Bercheff might fall.”‌‍

“You⁠ know that yourself,⁠‍‌ don’t you?”

Each‌‍⁠ person requires a different way of‍‌‍ being dealt with.‍⁠‍

In⁠ the case of​​ Albinos Bercheff, he‌‍‌ hated empty words‍ and lies more‌ than insolence.

Before‌ him, it was‌ better to speak‌ firmly, even if​‌‍ crossing the line⁠ a little.

The‍ proof was the‍‍​ murderous pressure that⁠ seemed ready to⁠ kill him at​‌‌ any moment but‍‍ hadn’t yet acted.‍‌

‘Damn⁠​ it, I can’t​​⁠ breathe…’

His⁠​ mind dulled, and‌‍‌ cold sweat ran‌‍⁠ down his body.‍‍

That​​ just this murderous⁠ intent alone could​‌ do so much—indeed,⁠⁠ the title of‌​⁠ Royal Knight wasn’t⁠ for nothing.

‘If⁠ he found out​‌⁠ this is a lie, he’d tear​​‌ me apart…’

But‍⁠‌ no one could​ prove it was‍‍ a lie.

A perfect lie is​ no different from‍⁠ the truth, so​‍⁠ there was no⁠ problem.

“…Is‌‌⁠ that the will‍‍ of Pellenberg?”

After‍​ a long while,​ without withdrawing his‍ murderous intent, the​‌‌ count asked.

“It‍‌ is my will.”⁠⁠

His‌‍ brow furrowed.

“What‌ real power does​‌‍ a mere young‌​​ master have to​​‌ dare utter such‌​ words?”

The‍​‍ pressure intensified. Fernan⁠​‌ felt it was⁠​ getting harder even​‍ to speak.

Still,‌‌‌ he had to‍‌ speak.

“…Yes,⁠‍⁠ it’s true. I don’t have the​‍ same power as‌‍ the patriarch… What​ I’m planning, the‌‌ large investment in‍​ Bercheff… I can’t​​ decide it on‍ my own.”

But.‍​

“…I‍⁠ can persuade my⁠⁠⁠ father.”

Cough—,​​​ with a cough,‍⁠⁠ red blood spilled⁠ from his throat.‍⁠‍

Damn​​ it, even mana‌⁠ shielding hadn’t been⁠ enough.

Fernan​‌‍ gritted his teeth.‌​‌

“Persuade‌⁠‍ him?”

“Yes…!‍ If Bercheff falls…⁠‍ the northern Empire​‌‌ will be devastated.‌ Even all of​​​ Schwaben’s territory… will⁠ collapse.”

Even⁠‌​ if it had‌‌ been destroyed once​‍‍ before, Bercheff was‍‌​ still Bercheff.

Could‌ the other lands⁠ withstand a monster⁠‌‍ wave that had​⁠ devastated it?

Impossible.‌ With the current‌‌‍ power, only Schwaben​ could stop that‌ advance.

And‍⁠‍ between Bercheff and‌ Schwaben stretched a territory—including Bercheff itself—that​ made up nearly​​​ one-eighth of the​‍‍ Empire.

A land barely smaller‌‍‌ than the great⁠⁠ kingdom of Alfrosen⁠⁠ would vanish all​‍​ at once.

“In…​​⁠ that region, Pellenberg​ has many interests.”​​

The‌ Golden Turtle Company​ had long been‍⁠‍ expanding into the‍ north, with multiple​‌ investments.

If⁠⁠ that region fell,⁠⁠ not only the‌ Empire but especially⁠‌‌ Pellenberg would suffer‌‌ colossal losses.

“My‍‌⁠ father… won’t let⁠‌‌ it go. And⁠‌ above all, within‌​​ that eighth of⁠‌ land is…”

“The‌‍⁠ County of Ashdov,‌ yes. And I doubt that greedy‌‍​ man would lose⁠‍⁠ it so easily.”​​

The‍​‌ County of Ashdov​​​ was one of​​ Pellenberg’s holdings on‌⁠‌ the Lutar continent,​​ famous for its⁠‌‌ vast plains and​⁠ warhorse breeding.

That’s⁠ why, when introducing‍ his father, he⁠⁠‌ was filled with​‍ endless titles—“Grand Duke​ of Pellenberg, Count‌ of Ashdov, Lord‍ of Holtian, and‌​⁠ so on.”

Like​‍​ all electors, after⁠​ all.

“Then,​‍ what is it‍ that you demand?”⁠

The​​⁠ murderous intent disappeared.​ Fernan could finally‌‌ release the breath⁠ he had been​ holding and catch‍ his breath.

“…I​‍ want us to‍⁠​ go north together.”‌‌

“To‌‍⁠ the north?”

“Yes.​‌⁠ We need evidence—solid‍‍ evidence. Something to‌‌‌ convince my father.”⁠

“To‌​ bring proof that‍​​ there’s a monster⁠⁠ nest?”

Hahahahahaha…!‍‌

The⁠‍ count burst into​ laughter. The force​‌ of his laugh⁠ made Fernan shield⁠ his ears with⁠‍ mana.

“You​ expect me to⁠ sacrifice my knights‌ for Pellenberg?”

“Not⁠ just for Pellenberg—but‍​ for Bercheff and‍​⁠ the Empire as‍​‌ well.”

And‌​ he added:

“I’ll​⁠⁠ go too.”

“…What?”‍​‌

The‍‌‍ count’s expression cracked​ for the first⁠‍ time, as if‍​‍ he hadn’t expected⁠​ to hear those‌ words.

“…You⁠⁠⁠ say you’ll go‌​ personally?”

“Yes.”⁠​

“It’s‌ an extremely dangerous⁠​ place.”

“I’m‍⁠⁠ aware.”

Hmm…⁠ The count fell‌​ silent for a moment, then hardened‌ his face again‌ and spoke.

“But‍ there’s a problem.‌​ Why should I bind myself to‌⁠ Pellenberg, when it’s‌ enough to officially‌​ notify the Empire‍‍ of the danger⁠‍⁠ and request aid?⁠​‍ Your people already‌ made me suffer⁠​ enough.”

“It’s‍ better to have​ a large chunk⁠​‍ taken from us⁠‌‌ than to be‍ devoured by hundreds⁠ of hyenas until⁠ not even bones‍‍ remain.”

If​‍‌ it became public,‌⁠​ many nobles would​⁠ come to aid‌‌​ Bercheff.

They‍‍ knew that if⁠ it fell, they’d⁠ be next, and‍‍ there was much⁠ to gain there.⁠

But‌‌ in this world,⁠ nothing is free.​

Aid‍ always came at‍ a price.

Though‍ everyone was under​‍⁠ the Empire’s roof,‌ at heart each‍‍ noble prioritized their‍‍ own interests.

“You’re⁠​​ not saying you‌‌‍ wouldn’t take a bite yourself, huh?”‌

“That‌⁠‍ would be too⁠‍ shallow a lie.”‍

Fernan‍‍⁠ felt the count’s​‍‌ voice soften a bit. It was‍​​ time to strike‍ the final blow.⁠

“And‌⁠⁠ there’s another reason​‍‍ I’m doing all​⁠‌ this.”

He‍​ took out from⁠ subspace a recording‌​ crystal—the same one​‍‌ containing the summoning⁠⁠ of Andromalius.

“I​‌​ don’t want the⁠‍⁠ wealth Pellenberg has‍​‌ built up to⁠‍‍ be lost to‌‍ the demons.”

That​ was the most‍⁠ honest answer he​ had given so​ far.

***‌‍

“How⁠​ did it go?”‍⁠​

At‌ the chief butler’s⁠‌ question, the frontier⁠⁠ count, now back⁠​ in his office,‍​ let out a dry laugh.

“He‍ tricked me.”

“Pardon?”​‌⁠

“I​​​ didn’t ask what⁠‍ feelings he has‍ for Luina.”

“Seems‌​⁠ he said something⁠⁠ tempting enough, sir.”​⁠

The‍⁠ frontier count nodded‍‍ as he picked‌​ up an almond‍ chocolate from the​​⁠ table and popped‍ it into his‍ mouth.

“It‍‍​ was a proposal​‌ like rain in‍⁠ the middle of​‍ a drought.”

Even​‌‌ if it hadn’t‌‌​ been Fernan, the​‌​ count already felt​⁠ firsthand the threat‍​⁠ of the monsters.‍‍

Because⁠‍ the monsters that​‍⁠ used to cross‍‍⁠ into Bercheff were‌⁠ gradually, though steadily,​ decreasing.

Thanks⁠ to that, reconstruction⁠‌​ had become easier,​⁠ but ever since‍ the monsters appeared,⁠‍ no one interpreted⁠​​ it as a good sign.

“That’s‌ why it’s even‌⁠​ more suspicious. What​‌⁠ is that Ivon‍‌ plotting, using his⁠‍ son at the⁠ forefront?”

The‍ count didn’t believe​‍ this was Fernan’s​‍ unilateral decision.

Support‍‍ of such magnitude‌‍​ from Pellenberg couldn’t‌​‌ have happened without‌⁠ the patriarch’s approval.​⁠

“Then‍​ will you reject⁠ it?”

“No.”⁠‌

They‍ had lost the‌⁠‍ right to the​​​ golden edict due‌ to Pellenberg’s proposal.⁠

They​‍ had nearly lost‍‌ the family’s secret‍‍ swordsmanship, along with‍⁠‍ the debts they‍ incurred with Pellenberg.‌⁠‌

Even⁠​‌ so, the frontier​‌​ count couldn’t reject‌⁠ the current proposal.‍‍

Whatever‍‌ trap it held,⁠‌‍ whatever poison it‌‌ carried.

Sometimes,⁠ even knowing it’s‍ poisoned, one must‌​ swallow.

“As⁠ he said, it’s‍⁠ better for Pellenberg‌ to bite off‍‍‌ a large chunk‍‍‍ than for others⁠ to devour us‍⁠⁠ down to the⁠​ bones.”

If‍​ they still held⁠‌‍ the title of⁠‌ elector, things might⁠ be different.

But‍ they had already‌‍‌ lost it. And‍ Bercheff’s situation was‍‌ what it was.​

“Above⁠‌ all, after seeing​‍ this, it no‍‌‍ longer matters what⁠⁠‌ Ivon is scheming.​‌ There’s no choice​ but to accept.”⁠

The‍⁠⁠ count shared with​ the butler the​⁠⁠ recording crystal he‌ had received from‌​ Fernan.

When‌ he checked its‌​‌ contents, his face​ turned pale.

“We‌‌‌ expected that someday‍ the corrupt ones‍ would summon a demon… but that​​‌ it had already⁠ happened? Where was‍ this?”

“At​⁠‍ the Academy.”

“…Then,⁠‌⁠ the rumors about‍ the corrupt causing‍‍ trouble—it wasn’t them,⁠ but a demon.”‌

The⁠ butler let out‍ a bitter, disbelieving​​ laugh.

“Mikale​‍ Montella… to hide‌‍ something like this…!”‌‌‌

“Don’t‌​ waste time lamenting⁠​‍ the past. What​‌‍ matters most there‌​ is Aint Armian.”‌⁠‌

The⁠‌ holy light that‌⁠​ defeated the demon.‌ His figure was⁠‌ the same as⁠ that of the​‌ legendary First Emperor.‍‍‍

“The‌⁠ world has not‌​‍ yet abandoned Bercheff.”‌

The⁠‍ demons were showing‍⁠ their fangs again—but⁠‌ a new hero‌​ had also emerged.‌‌

“Prepare‍ an expedition.”

“To‍ what scale…?”

“Farther‌‍ than any expedition‌‍‌ we’ve done so⁠​​ far.”

“Right‌‍⁠ away, sir.”

The⁠ butler bowed his‌ head. Just then,‍​‌ Luina entered.

“He‍‌‌ tricked me, Father.”​⁠‌

“I⁠‌​ had to see⁠​ Fernan first.”

“And⁠​⁠ how did it‍‌⁠ go?”

“Now​​‍ I understand that‍⁠​ your praise for‌ him wasn’t just⁠ from being infatuated.”‌‍​

“…It’s​‌ not that. Fernan⁠​ is objectively an⁠ outstanding mage.”

“Fine,⁠​‍ let’s say that’s⁠ true.”

The⁠​⁠ count shrugged.

“But​​ I’m still against​‌ it. The Pellenbergs​‍​ are so sly,‌⁠ you never know​‌ what they’re hiding.”‍⁠‍

“Father!”⁠⁠

At⁠‌‌ Luina’s shout, the​⁠‌ count covered his​​ ears.

A relatively peaceful day.⁠‌

***​⁠‌

“Ugh,‌‌​ I’m a mess​‌‌ inside.”

Fernan‌‍​ drank a potion.‍‌​ It was a waste, but he‌⁠⁠ had no other⁠‍⁠ choice.

Knowing‌ the frontier count‍​ of Bercheff, whose​‍ decisiveness and ability​‍ to act were​ among the fastest‌ in the Empire,⁠​​ he would soon‍‍​ prepare the expedition.‌

And‍ until then, if‌ his wrecked body⁠ didn’t stabilize, he⁠‍⁠ wouldn’t be able‍⁠ to prepare effectively.‍‍

“I’m‍‌ sorry… it’s all‍‌‌ my fault…”

“It’s​​ not your fault,‍‍​ Luina. It was​⁠ something I had‍⁠‍ to face sooner​ or later, and​​ in the end,​ it turned out​ quite well.”

“Thank​​ goodness. Ah, my‌‍ father says we‌ should have dinner​ together later.”

“It⁠​‌ would be my​‌‍ pleasure.”

Fernan⁠‌⁠ nodded at the⁠ positive signal.

‘There’s​⁠‌ no way to​ refuse. Even if‍‍ I were the‌ frontier count, I’d​ accept.’

The​‌​ situation had backed‍​ him into a corner.

‘Though⁠ he could’ve made⁠‍⁠ it public to⁠ avoid relying on​ Pellenberg…’

No,‍‌ the count wasn’t⁠ that foolish.

To​⁠‍ anyone, choosing Pellenberg⁠ was the best⁠‍⁠ option.

‘I⁠‍ set the whole⁠‍ board myself. I won’t let someone‍⁠ else grab the‌‍ fork first.’

Making​ it public would​⁠ make things easier,‍⁠⁠ of course.

But‍‌ Fernan didn’t just​ want to stop‌‍‌ the demons.

He​‌⁠ wanted to stop⁠‌‌ them and, at⁠ the same time,‌ have him and‌ his house profit⁠‌ even more.

All​​‌ big investments come‍ with risks.

If​‌ he failed, he’d‍​​ lose a lot.‌‌‌

If​​ he succeeded, Bercheff​⁠ would become Pellenberg’s⁠​‌ backyard.

‘What⁠​ should I start​⁠​ with? Maybe with‌ so many mercenaries‍‍ I should build⁠​ a hotel… No,⁠⁠ better to exploit‌​​ Bercheff’s abundant mines,‌​​ make weapons, and⁠⁠⁠ profit from the‌‍‍ war…’

The‍ greed characteristic of​ Pellenberg, the same⁠ that led them‍‌⁠ to even sell‍ to demons, came‍​⁠ to the surface.‍

“…Are‍‌⁠ you listening to‍‍ me?”

A pale hand waved​‌⁠ in front of‌‌‍ his eyes. Fernan‌‍‍ snapped out of​‌‌ his thoughts.

“I’m​ listening. What did​⁠​ you say?”

“You​ don’t even know⁠ what you’re saying.”​⁠

Luina​‌⁠ sighed before continuing:⁠⁠⁠

“I​ said that, if‌‍ you want, I can show you⁠⁠‍ Bertén.”

Bertén⁠⁠ was the main‌ city under Bercheff’s‍ domain and where⁠​ they were now.‍⁠ The largest city⁠⁠ in the north.‍

“If​‍‍ you show me,‍⁠ I’d be grateful.”‍

“Then⁠​‍ let’s go.”

“Can‍‌⁠ I bring senior‌ Gismond too?”

“Him?”​‍‌

Luina‌ didn’t like the‌​ idea and stopped.​

“If‍‍ you don’t want‍‍ to, it’s not⁠ necessary…”

“No,‌ let him come‌ too.”

Fernan​‍‌ and Luina dragged‍​‌ out Gismond, who​ had locked himself‍​ in his room,‌ and went out.⁠‌

The‌⁠​ first destination was‍​​ the street of‍⁠​ forges and workshops.‍‍⁠

“This‌ place is the‌‍ workshop street.”

Clang,​‌‍ clang, clang—

Heat‌ and smoke poured​‍ out from everywhere.⁠

The‍⁠⁠ regular pounding of​‍⁠ hammers sounded like⁠‍ a melody.

Fernan‍⁠​ examined a sword‍‍ at a nearby‌⁠ workshop.

“Well⁠​​ made. Firm and‍⁠ with good elasticity.”⁠‌​

“Bercheff’s​‍‍ swords are the​‌‍ best on the‌‌‍ continent, I assure​ you.”

Luina’s⁠⁠ pride was justified.‍‌⁠

Bercheff⁠ was the region​ with the most‍ wars and battles⁠‍​ in the Empire,⁠⁠⁠ which had led‍​ to the extreme‍​​ development of its​⁠​ weapons and armor.‌

Bercheff’s​‌‌ weapons were considered⁠ the best anywhere‍‌ on the continent.‍‌​

‘If​‍⁠ I buy these⁠ weapons in bulk‌‌⁠ and resell them,‌⁠⁠ I’ll make a fortune.’

The‌ problem was, no‍‍‌ matter how many‌⁠ were produced, most​‍‍ were consumed within‍⁠ Bercheff.

The‌‍‌ battles were so​ frequent that they⁠ rarely exported.

‘In​‌‍ the investment contract,‍​⁠ this is the⁠‍⁠ first thing I’ll⁠ secure.’

He‍‌⁠ could also support​‌​ the craftsmen, learn​‌ the technique, and⁠ expand the business.⁠

“This‍⁠‍ is the statue‌​ of the first​ patriarch.”

In⁠ the central plaza‍ stood a ten-meter‌⁠⁠ statue.

It‍‌⁠ vividly conveyed the⁠⁠ feeling of the‍⁠ founder on horseback.​‌

For⁠ having been erected‍ a thousand years​ ago, it showed‍‍​ no signs of‍‌ wear.

“Do​ you want to‍‌​ eat something?”

“I’m​‌​ curious about the⁠‌ food here.”

After⁠​ eating, they returned⁠​​ to the castle.​‍‌

They​⁠ passed by the‍ training grounds, where‍ knights were practicing.​​

“Can​‍⁠ I see that?”​

“Observing​ the knights’ training‌‍‍ is forbidden. Not​ even you can.”​

Hmm…‍⁠‌ Fernan shifted his‍ gaze elsewhere.

Not‍‍⁠ far away was‌‌ the dueling arena.​‌

“What​⁠​ if it’s not⁠‌ training, but a real duel to​ instruct senior Gismond?”‍⁠​

The⁠ person in question,‌ who was watching‍ the fights, flinched‍​ at the mention‍ of his name.​‍

“M-me…?”‌‌

He​‌ followed Fernan’s pointing‌ finger. There were‍‌‍ Bercheff knights engaged‌​​ in bloody duels.⁠

“I’m⁠​​ not talking about​ teaching you the‌​ family’s secret techniques.‌ Just some real⁠‌ practice or basic⁠​ aura handling.”

“Can’t⁠ that be taught​⁠‌ somewhere other than⁠​⁠ Bercheff?”

“Yes,‌​ but here they⁠ do it better.”‌‍‍

At​‍‍ that praise for​ Bercheff, Luina’s expression‍⁠⁠ softened a little.​‌

“Was‍ that your intention‌ from the start⁠ when you brought‍​⁠ the senior?”

“It‍‌‍ was. As you⁠‍ know, his skill‍⁠‍ doesn’t match the‍‍ aura he has.‍‍‍ And in the​‍ war against the‌‌⁠ demons, even one⁠‌ more expert is‌⁠ valuable.”

Though‍‌ in truth…

‘I⁠ need to keep‍⁠ an eye on‍ Gismond.’

Sooner​ or later, he​ would get entangled​​ with demons.

If​‍ he died suddenly,‍‍​ it would be​ a problem.

There⁠‌‍ were still too​‍ many things to​​‍ draw from him.​‍​

“That‍ said, it’s not‌⁠ enough.”

Luina‍⁠ evaluated him with⁠ her gaze and‌‍‍ sighed.

“Compared​‌ to Bercheff’s knights,‍‍⁠ he’s… far behind.”⁠‌‍

“Can’t⁠⁠​ that be fixed?”​‌⁠

“…Since‌ it’s you, I’ll‍ ask the training​⁠⁠ captain for a favor.”

“Thank⁠​ you.”

“No‌​ need to thank‍⁠ me.”

Luina⁠ entered the training​‌‍ grounds.

Left⁠​ alone, Gismond asked:‌‍​

“…Hey,‌⁠‍ what about my​⁠‍ opinion?”

“Obviously⁠‌‍ it doesn’t count,⁠‌​ senior.”

Gismond’s⁠​ face turned pale.⁠‌

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