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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Clang—!​‍

The‌​ strong impact running​‌ through the sword⁠‌ made Gismond hold​⁠ his breath.

“It’s‍ true that the​‍ more aura you‌​ have the better,‌​ but that doesn’t‍ mean just having​⁠ more is enough!”⁠

Clang—!‍

The‍ chain of attacks​ that followed shattered‌‌⁠ the already unstable⁠‌‌ aura.

Mana⁠⁠ overflowed, and a metallic taste of​​ blood suddenly surged​⁠‍ up his throat.‍​

“If‌​ you only increase⁠ the amount, the‌ aura breaks easily‌​ like this. And​⁠‍ the fact that‍‍⁠ your mana overflows‌​ with a single​‍ hit means you‍⁠ can’t even control‌​ it properly.”

The⁠‌‍ knight facing Gismond⁠⁠‌ lowered his sword.​‍⁠ He looked at‍ him with an⁠ expression of pity​​‌ and contempt.

“Since⁠ the young lady​‌‌ asked specifically, I was expecting something…⁠‌​ but you’re completely​⁠⁠ useless. Did you​‌ steal herbs from‍​‍ some elixir field​ or what?”

“T-that’s‍‌ not…”

Gismond‍⁠‍ tried to make‍​ excuses, stammering.

But​ on second thought,‍ it wasn’t entirely⁠​ false. Maybe it‍ wasn’t from an‌ elixir field, but⁠ he had taken‍ elixirs from places‍​ where he knew​ they were kept.‌​

“Your‌​​ swordsmanship is also‍‌​ crude. Looks like‍⁠⁠ you’ve only been‍‌ training for about⁠‌ three years.”

“But‍‍ that’s because…!”

In‍‍ truth, it had‍​ barely been a year. What had‍​‌ saved him were⁠ the experience and‍‍‍ original memories of‍ the body, which​⁠ had allowed him‌‍ to adapt quickly.‌​

“I​⁠⁠ don’t even know​ where to start‍⁠​ with you. Why‍ the hell did‍​​ the young lady‌‌ ask me for⁠‌ this…?”

The⁠‍ man, with scars‍⁠‍ all over his‌ face, scratched his‍ head in frustration.‍ Fernan and Luina⁠⁠ watched from a short distance.

“Are‌​⁠ you sure this‌​​ is helpful?”

“Of⁠‍⁠ course.”

Luina‍⁠⁠ calmly chewed a piece of chocolate‌‍​ and nodded.

“Harken⁠​ might be rough⁠‍⁠ with words, but‌‌ he’s a talented⁠⁠ knight. He’ll teach⁠ him well.”

“Doesn’t⁠⁠‍ look like it…⁠​‍ You said Harken?”​

“Yes.”⁠​‌

Fernan​‍⁠ knew him too.‌

One‍ of the pillars⁠⁠⁠ of Bercheff’s knight⁠⁠‍ training.

His‍⁠ skill was outstanding,​ but even more‍ so was his‌ talent as an​ instructor. Almost every​‌​ famous knight from⁠‌​ Bercheff had passed​​⁠ through his hands.‍‌​

“You‌ assigned him too‌​‍ good a teacher.‌‍⁠ With a mentor⁠ of that level,‍‌⁠ someone like Gismond‌‌ doesn’t even have‌‌ the basics to⁠​​ make use of‌ it.”

Fernan‍‌ knew Gismond’s situation‌‍ perfectly.

A possessed man who,​ until recently, had‌‌⁠ never held a sword.

“But⁠ if he’s a senior at the‍ Academy, how can​⁠⁠ he be that​⁠ bad?”

Luina‌​⁠ asked incredulously.

Gismond​ Ert was a third-year student—soon to⁠⁠ be fourth—and had​ shown notable results​ in the jousting‍​‍ tournament.

Objectively,⁠‌ he was a swordsman of decent‌‍‍ level.

“…Yes,‌⁠⁠ that’s true.”

Fernan‍ nodded, pretending to​ agree.

He⁠‌ couldn’t reveal anything‍ about the possession‌‌ or the future.​​

‘Well,⁠⁠ if the teacher‌‍ is good, he’ll‍ know how to‌​ adapt to the‍⁠‌ student’s level.’

The⁠‌ problem was when⁠‌ you got a mediocre teacher; never​​ with an excellent‍​ one.

Probably.⁠​​

“By​‍​ the way, I heard you asked‍ your father to⁠ search for the​​​ corrupts’ camp.”

“For⁠⁠‍ Pellenberg to intervene,​‌ we need solid​⁠⁠ justification.”

“We​‍‍ believe the camps‌‌ are farther north,⁠‍​ or maybe farther‍‌‌ east of the⁠ areas where the‌‌ monsters used to​‌ live.”

It‌⁠ wasn’t that the‌ corrupts had taken​ over their territories.‍

Rather,​‌​ they had settled⁠​‌ nearby, and that‌‍ forced the monsters​ to flee, which‍‌‍ spread like a domino effect.

“It’s​​⁠ land unknown even⁠ to us. Preparing‌ an expedition will‍ take time.”

“I‍ understand.”

“And​​‍ I think you⁠ need to prepare‍​ too.”

“Me?”​‍

“My​ father said, ‘If​⁠‌ a brat who’s‍ never left the⁠‍⁠ northern walls suddenly‍‌ enters the Demon‍​ Land, who’s going​​ to take responsibility‍ when something goes⁠ wrong?’”

The‍⁠⁠ Demon Land was‌‍ the area beyond​ the northern wall,​‍ where no human‌ hand had ever‍ reached.

“You​‍‌ didn’t need to⁠‍‌ repeat the quotation‌ marks.”

“I⁠‍⁠ actually softened it.”‌

“I‍‍​ see.”

Fernan​‍⁠ accepted it without‌⁠‌ complaint.

“And⁠⁠ besides, he said​ he doesn’t want​‌ to bear the‍⁠ pressure of worsening‌‌‍ relations with Pellenberg.”⁠​

“So​​⁠ a contract would​ suffice? One where‍ I declare that⁠ even if I die, Bercheff won’t‍‍ be held responsible?”⁠‍⁠

“Yes.‌⁠⁠ And also, you‍ have to come‍‌⁠ with me on‌‌ a reconnaissance beyond​ the wall.”

‘A‌ preliminary trial? Doesn’t⁠ sound like a trap to mess⁠​‌ with me.’

It‍ was true—he had⁠‌ never gone beyond​ the wall.

Fernan​⁠⁠ knew nothing about⁠‍ what lay in​‌ those lands where​‌ life and death​‍ were decided in‌‌​ seconds.

‘Well,​ except for Andromalius,‌​ but that’s different.’‍

“Alright,‍ I’ll go.”

He‍‌⁠ accepted Luina’s proposal.‍

It‌ was true that​ Fernan would never‌ have set foot‍⁠ in those lands​‌ if not for​‌ being involved in⁠‌ the demon issue.⁠⁠​

“When?”​

“Tomorrow.⁠​ You don’t need‌ to prepare anything,​‌ just bring your‍⁠ body.”

“Seriously?‌‌⁠ That’s suicide.”

A merchant walking into⁠‌ hostile territory unprepared⁠‌ was asking to‍ die.

It⁠‍ didn’t matter if‌‍ Bercheff assigned escorts;⁠‍ in the end,‍ everyone had to​⁠ protect themselves.

Boom.‍‍

‘Although⁠‍ I have Wooden.’‌

Yes,‌ he would never​⁠ leave behind the⁠⁠‍ ego golem he⁠‌ had created.

“And⁠‌‌ what do you‍‌​ think?”

“About‍⁠‌ what?”

“About‌‍ the Demon Land.⁠‍ Do you really⁠ think there’ll be‌ corrupts there?”

“Yes.”⁠‌⁠

Of‍⁠ course there would‌ be.

No‌⁠ prophecy was needed‍​‌ to know that—the‌‍​ recent findings in⁠‌‌ the north confirmed​⁠⁠ it.

“And‌⁠⁠ how many?”

That‌ was the question.‍⁠​

“Will​ it be something‍ like the Taklakan‍ Desert? Or like‌​‍ the Academy?”

They‍ had no idea​ about the scale​‍‌ or the kind​ of creatures.

“If⁠ it’s just corrupts,⁠ it’ll be dangerous‌ but not impossible.”‍​⁠

The​ count himself would⁠⁠ march with them.​​ If they were‍⁠ just cultists in​​ mass, they could​​​ make it out​ alive.

“But‌‍ Luina… what if‍ it’s not just‌‍ that?”

“You⁠​ mean there could‍ be demons? That’s‌ not easy. At‍‌⁠ the Academy, they​‍‌ only managed it‍ by using branches⁠​ from the World⁠ Tree…”

“It’s​​‌ been over ten‌​‍ years since Bercheff‍ was ravaged, Luina.”​‌‍

Fernan​‍ interrupted her.

“Do‌​ you know how⁠​ many people died?⁠​‌ How many monsters?‌ How many animals?​​​ Can you count⁠ them?”

No.‌​ They were countless.​

“The‍‌​ corrupts appeared more​ than ten years‌​⁠ ago. And since⁠ then, monsters haven’t⁠⁠ stopped attacking the​‌‌ walls. Do you‌⁠ think all that​ blood and death​ wouldn’t be enough​‍​ for a demonic​⁠⁠ ritual?”

“…What​‍ are you getting‍ at?”

It​ wasn’t that she⁠⁠‌ didn’t know.

She‍ just wanted to‍⁠‌ understand why Fernan​ was saying it‌‍⁠ now.

“As‌‌‌ you know, demons​⁠ freshly summoned are⁠‍ weak due to‍‌⁠ the dimensional barrier.‌‌‍ Andromalius was killed⁠⁠ by mere students,‍‍ right?”

Yes,​‍‌ even if one‌⁠ of them was‍⁠ Aint Armian, destined⁠⁠⁠ to become a Royal Knight.

In‌⁠‌ the end, they​ were still students.‍‌⁠

And​⁠ yet, Andromalius fell.‍‍

“But‍⁠ a demon summoned‌‌ over ten years‌‌⁠ ago, that has‍ devoured blood and‍‍ life for so‌‌​ long, would be​‌‌ different.”

And⁠‌ this time, Aint‍ Armian wouldn’t be​‍​ there to weaken​⁠‍ it.

“If‍ such a demon⁠ were in the​⁠​ Demon Land…”

“Fernan.‌‍⁠ You were the‍‍ one who said​‌ we should go⁠​ confirm. Could you‌​ get to the⁠‌ point?”

“That’s​ what I’m saying—let’s​‌ go, but with​⁠‍ maximum security.”

Ignoring⁠⁠ the danger wouldn’t⁠​​ make it go‍‌ away.

“And⁠‌ what do you‌⁠ call maximum security?”‍‌⁠

Clack.​

Fernan​ slid a paper​​‍ forward.

【Mercenary‍‍ Mission Contract
Party A: Fernan‍ Pellenberg … Party​⁠​ B: …】

It‍​​ was a standard⁠​ contract from the⁠ Mercenary Guild.

“…And⁠‌ this all of‍ a sudden?”

“Read‍​⁠ it to the⁠ end.”

Luina⁠‍ checked the name​‍‍ of Party B.⁠​​

“…What?”⁠

Her‍⁠⁠ eyes widened.

“Seriously…?”⁠​‍

“Yes.‍‍‍ I plan to‌‍ hire him for‍ this expedition to​ the Demon Land.‍ And I’ll cover⁠⁠ all the costs.”​​

Well,‍‍⁠ technically Pellenberg would.⁠​⁠

“Will⁠ he accept?”

“They‍⁠‍ say he’s hated‌ the cultists ever‌‍ since he nearly‌​ lost his disciple.⁠‌‌ If he now⁠ suspects this involves‌​⁠ demons, even more​ so.”

Fernan​ had planned to‍ use him at​‌‌ another time, but—​⁠

“Turns‍ out he’s right‍ here. He probably⁠‍‌ thought the north​ would be more‍⁠‌ favorable for finding⁠​ cultists.”

“But…‌ will my father‌‍⁠ allow it? I doubt he’ll like‍ it.”

It‍⁠⁠ was hard to‍⁠‌ have two tigers‌‍ on the same⁠‍ mountain.

That​​ the Count of⁠ Bercheff himself would​‌ accept help from‌ the King of‌‍ Mercenaries could be‍‌ seen as a humiliation—a sign of‍‍⁠ his own inadequacy.‌‍

“That’s​ why.”

“Huh?”‌⁠‌

Fernan​⁠⁠ firmly grabbed her‌ shoulders. The sudden‌ contact made Luina‍ blush slightly.

“That’s⁠⁠‌ why I’m telling​‌‍ you first. Convincing⁠ the Count is‌⁠ your job.”

“…What?”⁠​

“We’re‌ a team, right?⁠⁠ Everyone does what‌‌⁠ they’re good at.⁠​​ I handle the⁠ contract, you convince⁠ your father.”

“……”⁠

“I​‌‍ don’t want to‌‌​ die over something​ stupid. I haven’t​⁠‌ even spent all⁠‌‌ the money I’ve⁠​​ made.”

Luina‌​ frowned.

“Also,‌‌ Hyde already went‍ to deliver the‌‍‌ contract. It’s easier‍‌‍ to ask forgiveness​⁠ than permission.”

“WHAT…?!”​

Before‌⁠ she could reply,‌‍ Fernan fled the‍ room.

***​

Albinos​‍ Bercheff.

The‍ current head of‌‍‌ House Bercheff, who‍‌ was rebuilding the‍‌ lineage that had​‍⁠ almost been destroyed‍‍​ by a monster‍⁠​ wave unprecedented in⁠ history.

He‌ was one of⁠‍ the rare ten‍‍‌ Royal Knights in​​‍ the world, and,⁠ true to his‍ power, had immense‍‌ pride.

Accepting⁠‍ Pellenberg’s investment wasn’t⁠ exactly what Bercheff‍ would usually do—but⁠⁠‌ he could tolerate⁠‍ it.

Not​ doing so would‌ mean facing a far worse future.⁠‍⁠

But‌‌ bringing in another‍‍⁠ tiger—that was another​ matter entirely.

[Father.‍‍​ The Demon Region⁠⁠ is a dangerous⁠​‍ place, one even‍⁠‌ you have never‌ entered. There may‌ be dozens or‍‍ even hundreds of⁠‍‌ cultist bases there.‌‌ And they may‌⁠ have even summoned⁠⁠ demons already… (omitted)…]‌‍‍

This‌‍⁠ was an entirely​​ different story.

It‍‍‌ was like saying⁠‌‌ that Bercheff, the‌⁠ thing he did​‍ best and had​​ protected for over‍ a thousand years…​​⁠

[…Not​⁠ because of any‍‍‍ lack of skill‍​ on your part,‍ but simply out⁠​ of caution for​‍ the worst-case scenario…‍ (omitted)…]

…Wasn’t⁠ enough.

That‌ meant disregarding him.‍‍​

Maybe‌ some would say⁠‍‌ it was just​​⁠ a matter of⁠​ pride.

But‌ protecting that pride‌ and maintaining honor‍ was what defined​‍‌ a noble.

“…So​​ she just left​​ a letter and‌⁠ took off?”

“Sometimes‌ written words weigh⁠‌‌ more than those​​​ spoken in person.”​⁠

“……”‍

“……”​‌​

Had‍‌‌ Luina always been‍ this irresponsible? Fernan⁠‌‍ recalled that the‌ first time he⁠​⁠ saw her, she‍ hadn’t been like‍‌ this.

Fernan‌‍ let out a dry laugh.

“Running​‌ off in the⁠ night with the‌‌ daughter and leaving⁠‌ only a letter…⁠⁠‌ I can’t even‌ imagine what the‌ Count must think​ of me.”

At‍​ that moment, the‍‍⁠ two of them⁠ were riding across⁠ the still-dark plains‌⁠​ before dawn.

“Don’t​‌ say nonsense. This​ isn’t a midnight‌​‌ escape, it’s a dawn patrol. And‍⁠​ besides, it’s by⁠ my father’s order.”‍‌⁠

And⁠⁠‍ they weren’t alone.⁠

“And⁠⁠ also, wasn’t it‌ he himself who‍⁠‍ asked you to‌ deliver the message?‍‍​ I did my‍⁠‌ part.”

Marching‌​ with them was⁠‌​ the White Lion⁠ Order, Bercheff’s most⁠​ powerful knight force.⁠‍

“Even‍ if it were⁠‌ a midnight escape,‌ we would keep​ the young lady’s⁠⁠ secret for her‌​⁠ sake.”

“Sir​ Gellen, that’s not‍ funny.”

Luina​‍ shot him a glare and spurred⁠ her horse to​‍⁠ ride ahead faster.⁠

“Let’s‌ go together, young‌ lady!”

“I’m‍⁠⁠ a knight now!⁠ Address me properly!”‍‍‌

The‌‌​ knights sped up⁠​ to catch her.⁠

‘I‌​⁠ can’t even imagine‍​ how the Count​‍⁠ will react when‌ he finds out​⁠​ about this…’

Thinking​ that, Fernan picked‌‍‌ up the pace⁠​⁠ to avoid falling⁠ behind the group​​​ that was already‍‌ pulling away.

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