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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 122

Chapter 122

On​ the other hand,⁠⁠​ while Fernan and‌​‍ Luina crossed the‌⁠ wall and headed‌‍​ north, Albinos Bercheff⁠​ found the letter​‌ his daughter had​⁠ left behind.

[Father.⁠ The Demon Kingdom‍⁠ is a place‌‍ even you have​​ never managed to‍ enter. There might​‌⁠ be dozens, perhaps‌⁠ hundreds, of cultist⁠ nests there. Or‌​ maybe they’ve already⁠ summoned a demon…⁠⁠ (fragment omitted)…]

[…It’s⁠‍ not that I doubt your abilities,​​ but we must⁠ prepare for the‍ worst-case scenario… (fragment‌ omitted)…]

Crumple—​⁠⁠

The​‌ letter was mercilessly​​‍ crumpled.

“How​‍ brazen.”

“Seems​⁠ the young lady⁠ is of marrying‌ age now. Leaving​ a letter and​ fleeing in the​‌⁠ night…”

At⁠ the aide’s comment,⁠‍‍ the margrave let‍⁠‍ out a snort.​⁠⁠

“If‍ she left at⁠⁠ dawn, then technically⁠ it is a nighttime escape.”

“You‌ seem quite upset,⁠‌⁠ I see.”

“I​‌‌ am.”

Albinos⁠ shoved a handful‌​‍ of chocolates into‌ his mouth nervously.‌

“Never⁠ thought my daughter‌ would attempt a getaway like in​ those plays.”

“But‌⁠ you just said​ it wasn’t one.”‌‍‍

“If‍⁠ that brat Fernan​​‌ weren’t involved, it’d‍ be a dawn‌​ patrol. But with⁠ him there, it’s‍ a nighttime escape.”‍‌​

“You‍ were the one‌‌​ who gave the‍‌ order, my lord.”⁠

The‍ margrave didn’t respond.⁠‍‌

“In‍‍‌ any case, it​ seems that brat‍‍ isn’t completely useless.”‍

He⁠‌‍ took note of​ the fact that​​ Fernan had proposed‌‍ hiring a mercenary.‍⁠

“Are⁠‌​ you going to⁠‍⁠ let it go?”​​

“That‍‌ he went through‍⁠ the trouble of⁠⁠ hiring the King‌‌⁠ of Mercenaries works‍ in our favor.⁠⁠​ All the better.”​

He⁠‍​ had known the​‌‌ King of Mercenaries​‌ was in the‍⁠ north. But he’d‍​ never considered hiring⁠⁠​ him himself—if Fernan⁠​​ was doing it‌‍‌ for him, he‌‍ could only be‍ grateful.

Even​⁠‌ so, his expression​ didn’t show satisfaction.​

“I’ve⁠‍‌ no face to‌ show my ancestors.‍‍‌ I’ve allowed the​⁠ affairs of Bercheff​ to be handled⁠ upside down.”

For‍‍‌ a thousand years,‌⁠​ the unspoken rule⁠⁠‍ had been clear—even​‌⁠ if they sometimes‌ hired support, the‌ defense of the⁠ wall was always‌ Bercheff’s responsibility. That​ tradition had never‍‍ been broken.

But‍⁠ now…

“It’s‍‌ humiliating, but that’s‍⁠‌ the reality of⁠ Bercheff.”

Crack—⁠‌

The‌ armrest of his​ chair broke under‌ his fist.

“If‌ I can save‍​ more Bercheff knights⁠ at the cost‌‍⁠ of a bit‌‌‌ of pride, then‍⁠ it’s worth it.”‌

His‌‍ gaze fixed on‍⁠‌ the recording orb‍​‍ on the table—the‌‍ image of the​‍ demon summoned at‍⁠⁠ the Academy.

“Perhaps…‍​‌ there really are​⁠​ demons out there.”⁠⁠

To⁠ save Bercheff, he​‌⁠ chose to swallow⁠⁠ his pride.

***‍

The⁠‍ air in Bercheff‌‌ was freezing.

Even‌ if it didn’t‍‍ snow year-round, it‍ wouldn’t be an​​‍ exaggeration to say‍‌​ that for more⁠‍ than half the​ year, temperatures stayed‍ below zero.

“And‍​​ right now…?”

“It’s​‌‍ the middle of‌ winter. Most of‍⁠‍ the year is‌‍⁠ like this.”

What‌‍ had started as‌‍⁠ a light sleet‌‍⁠ at dawn quickly​‌‌ turned into a blizzard that blanketed‍​‌ the world in⁠‌‌ white.

The⁠‌ patrol, used to​‌‌ it, entered a nearby cave to⁠ light a fire‍ and rest a bit. Inside, supplies‍‌ were well-hidden.

“Is‌​​ this a shelter?”​‍

“Something⁠‍⁠ like that. For⁠​ emergencies, we’ve prepared‌ places like this‌​ all over the⁠⁠ north.”

It​ could be because⁠​​ of a snowstorm,‍ a monster pursuit,‍​ or being left⁠​ behind alone. Nothing⁠‍ was strange in‍ these lands beyond⁠ Bercheff.

“And‍‍​ what do you‍​ normally do in⁠ these cases?”

“We⁠ keep going. Like‍‍ I said, it’s‍ not unusual for‍⁠​ it to snow​ several days in‌​ a row.”

If​‍‌ they canceled patrols⁠‌​ every time it⁠ snowed, they’d spend‌​‌ all winter indoors.⁠​‍

But⁠ the monsters didn’t‍‍‌ stop attacking the​⁠ walls or building‍⁠ new nests just​⁠⁠ because snow was‌⁠‌ falling.

“We​⁠ warm up a bit and continue.”⁠‌

“And‌⁠​ what do you​ usually check for?”⁠‍⁠

“If‍ monsters have changed‍ their route, if‌‍‌ there are new‍​ tracks, or if​⁠‍ a new nest‌⁠⁠ has appeared. That‍‍ sort of thing.”​

The​​ top priority of⁠‌‌ patrols was to‍⁠ detect in advance​ any threat approaching‌ Bercheff.

After‌ a brief rest,‍⁠ they packed up⁠‌ and resumed the⁠ march. The blizzard‌ was so dense​‌​ that it was‍‌ hard to see​⁠​ the direction. They⁠ rode like that​​ for nearly an‌⁠‍ hour.

—Kyu!​⁠⁠

Before⁠ anyone else, Wooden‍​​ reacted.

‘A‌‌⁠ monster ahead? Are‌‌ you sure it’s‌⁠​ a cultist, not​ a beast?’

— Kyuu!

Wooden‌‍‌ nodded confidently, even‍⁠⁠ though Fernan’s eyes‌‌‍ saw nothing.

“Luina.”⁠‌⁠

“What‍ is it?”

“Maybe…”‌‍

He‍‍⁠ feared sounding like​ a liar in⁠​ front of the​‍ veteran White Lions,‍‍ when a scout‍ about a hundred​‌‍ meters ahead returned.⁠⁠‍

“About‍⁠​ 150 meters northeast—there’s⁠‌⁠ a cultist.”

“……!”‍⁠‍

Fernan⁠ instinctively looked at‌‍ Wooden, who crossed‌​⁠ his arms and‍ shrugged.

“A​‍ cultist? Not a monster?”

“Yes.‍ A pack of​ grade 7 cultist⁠ beasts.”

The‍‍ creatures were beasts‌ covered in thick​⁠‌ black fur.

“How‌​ many?”

“Eleven.”‍

“Eliminate‌⁠ them all and‍‍ follow their tracks.”⁠

“Understood!”‍⁠​

The‌​ knights dismounted.

“Follow⁠​ us.”

Except‍ for two who‌‍‌ stayed behind to‌‌⁠ watch the horses,‍ the rest advanced​‌‍ silently.

“Is‌‌ it necessary to​ follow the tracks‌​ after killing them?”​‍‌

“To​​‍ find out where‌‌ they came from‍⁠​ and why they​ came down.”

“You‌‍ mean whether they‌‍ descended on their​‌‍ own or were‌ driven out by⁠​‌ other cultists?”

“Exactly.​⁠​ If it’s the​‍⁠ first, it’s not​ too serious. But‍⁠ if it’s the‌⁠‍ second, it’s a bigger problem. From‍‌ here on—silence.”

Fernan⁠​ shut his mouth.​​​

Despite‍‍‍ dozens of knights​​ moving through the‌‌⁠ blizzard, there was‍ almost no sound.⁠

It‌ didn’t take long‌‍‍ before white silhouettes‌ appeared through the‍​ snow—the scouts had‍ returned.

“How’s​ it going?”

“They​​ encountered a group⁠⁠ of yetis. Two‌ corpses, and the⁠​ creatures are busy​​ devouring them.”

“Then,⁠ we attack immediately.”​​

The⁠​ White Lions’ captain​‍​ didn’t hesitate to‌​‍ give the order.​

“None​ must escape. And‌‍​ Lady Luina…”

“Yes.”​‌‌

“Protect‍ young master Fernan.”⁠​‌

“Understood.”⁠⁠

Since⁠​ they left the‍​‍ cave, the knights‍​⁠ had stopped calling‌ her “young lady,”‍​ and Luina naturally‍⁠ accepted the orders.‍‍

It⁠⁠‍ was a subtle‌‌‍ change, but Fernan‍​‍ fully understood what‌ it meant.

“It’s⁠ the first time​⁠ I’ve seen a demonic creature.”

It​‍ would be the‍‌ same for any⁠ newly-appeared cultist.

The‌⁠ knights surrounded the‍​⁠ creatures and closed‍‍‍ the encirclement.

“Why‍ kill them all?”‍‍

“Because‍‌ the Bercheff wall​‍⁠ doesn’t cover all‍‌ of the north.”‌​

Unlike​ the wall at⁠‌‍ Altrioque that blocked⁠ the Taklakan Desert,‌⁠​ Bercheff’s walls were⁠⁠ eight fortresses in​ strategic points. There​ were always gaps.‍‌

“So‍⁠ they try to‍ cover the gaps.”​

“Exactly.”​

While​‌‌ Fernan and Luina‌ whispered, the knights​​‌ were already upon​‌⁠ the beasts.

‘Impressive.’​

There​ was no sound.‍⁠⁠ Though he could‌​ see them, he​⁠⁠ couldn’t feel their​‌ presence. The tradens‌⁠ didn’t even notice‍⁠‍ they had someone‍​‌ behind them.

And⁠‍​ that was their‍ downfall.

Slash—‍‌‌

A silent hand signal.‍

The⁠ eleven heads fell‍ in unison.

It‍ ended right there.​

“…The​ White Lions are​ truly the White‌‍​ Lions.”

It‍⁠ wasn’t by chance‍ that they were⁠​‌ considered the best‍ knight order in​‍ the north.

“Of‌​‌ course.”

There⁠ was pride in​ Luina’s voice.

“Do‌‍‌ they always take​‌‌ part in patrols?”‍

For​ something so routine,‌⁠ they seemed too‌ valuable.

“Not‌⁠​ always, but sometimes.⁠‍ Though today might⁠‍ have to do‍‍ with you and‍ me.”

“I​⁠‍ see.”

It‍‌⁠ was logical—protecting his​‌‍ daughter and avoiding⁠ conflict with the‌ Pellenbergs justified sending‍⁠​ the best force.‌‍⁠

“Let’s​ move.”

The‌ knights buried the⁠​ corpses of the​‌ cultists and soon‍‍ found the tracks‌​ from where they​​ had descended.

“They​⁠ stretch northward. What⁠‌ should we do?”‌​

“Hmm.”‍⁠‌

The‍‍‍ captain gave a fleeting glance to⁠ Fernan, who understood‍‍​ immediately.

“Don’t‌‍​ worry about me.‌⁠ I assume you‍‍⁠ know I’ve already‍⁠​ signed the letter.”‌

A document that absolved‌ Bercheff of all‌​‍ responsibility should anything⁠ happen to him.⁠​​

“Yes,‌ we know.”

Even​‍⁠ so, leaving him‍⁠‍ in real danger⁠⁠ wasn’t an option.‌‍‍

“Follow‌‍‍ the tracks. If​⁠ they go beyond​​ five kilometers, return.‌​ And beware of‍⁠⁠ monsters.”

“Understood!”‍

Two‌‌ knights set off‍ as scouts.

“The‌​ snow is easing​⁠‍ up.”

An‍⁠ hour later, they​​‍ returned.

“The‍‍‍ tracks continue past‌ five kilometers… and⁠​ it’s not just‍ one.”

“What?”⁠

“It⁠ wasn’t a single‍‌ small pack. About⁠‍⁠ four kilometers ahead,‌​ they split into‌‍​ three different trails.”​‍

“Also,​‌⁠ we found a snow troll settlement​​ completely destroyed.”

The‍ captain clenched his‌ teeth.

“It’s⁠​ not just an‌‍​ isolated group that‌​​ came south. We‌​​ need to determine​​ the actual scale.”⁠‍

And‍‌ then, with a serious expression, he⁠‍ concluded:

“Sir,⁠​ we will protect‌ your safety to​‌ the end.”

“I⁠‍‍ have my own​‌ preparations. Don’t worry.”‌‍

“Thank​ you for understanding.‌‍ Track them. We⁠‍​ must find out‌⁠ how many there‌‍ are and where⁠‍‌ their nest is.”‌‍

“Understood!”⁠‍⁠

The​ White Lions resumed‍⁠⁠ their march northward.​⁠

***‌

“That‍‌ was the snow‍‌ trolls’ nest, right?”‌​​

In​ the small depression⁠ in the terrain,‍‍ there were holes‍ everywhere. Snow trolls⁠ had the habit​ of digging and⁠​ living underground.

But‌‌ now the place⁠ was filled with​⁠​ a thick stench‌ of blood and‌ corpses.

And‌ among them, a few demons.

“They’re⁠‍​ also demonic creatures.‍‌‍ Eleven in total.​ Just like before.”⁠‍⁠

“Then​ maybe eleven is​ the standard number⁠‍‌ for a group​​‌ of demonic creatures.”‌‍​

The⁠ appearance of demons‍ was recent and‌‌‌ remained a mystery.⁠

In⁠‌‌ ancient manuscripts, they‌⁠ could barely find‍ names and traces,​⁠ but many documents‍⁠‍ had been lost.‌‍⁠

“We​‌ found tracks, but…”‌⁠

It​​ wasn’t three, but⁠ five.

If‌‍​ one was discarded​​ for coming from⁠ the north, four‌‌​ remained. And those‌‍ four extended south,‍ in different directions.‌

As⁠​ if they were​‍​ spreading out like‍‍‌ scouts.

“…This⁠‍ doesn’t look good.”​‌

At​​ the scene, Fernan‍‌ frowned.

He⁠‍ didn’t know much‌ about demons, or⁠ about strategy or​ tactics.

But‍‍ from those tracks,‍​​ there was something⁠ he could clearly​‌​ understand.

The​ demons descending south‍ were far more​ numerous than they‍​ had anticipated.

The‍‍ White Lions’ captain‌⁠ looked again at‍⁠‍ Fernan. However, he‌‍ seemed to decide‌‌⁠ that things couldn’t⁠ be left as​ they were and​‌ ordered the pursuit.‍⁠

“We‍​ continue north.”

They‌⁠ left aside the​ other four branches‌‍‌ and focused on‍‌⁠ finding the source.⁠

If‌​ it truly was‍⁠ a large number​ of demons advancing‌⁠ in an organized​​ manner to the⁠​ south, the threat‍ to Bercheff would‌⁠‌ be enormous.

So⁠⁠ they continued for‌ quite a while.⁠⁠‌

The‌‍​ sky remained overcast,​ dark as ink,‍‌ but the snowfall‍‍ gradually weakened to‍‍‌ almost nothing.

Along​​ the way, the⁠‌ patrol group encountered‍ two more packs⁠​‍ of demonic creatures,​​ each with eleven⁠‌​ demons, and annihilated​ them all.

“…Is‍​​ this normal?”

“We‍ don’t know. Even​ we don’t know​⁠​ much about the‌ habits of demons.”​

Even‌ so, no one⁠‌​ could ignore that‍‌​ the situation was​ strange.

A heavy tension began⁠‌ spreading among the​ knights of the⁠ White Lions.

Even​⁠ Fernan, influenced by⁠​ that atmosphere, didn’t‌ dare ask Luina‍ anything more.

And‍‌ so, nearly another‍⁠‍ hour passed on‍​ horseback.

— Kyu!

Suddenly,‌‍‍ Wooden began frantically‍‍⁠ pounding Fernan’s chest‌​ from inside his‍​‌ clothing.

‘What’s​‍⁠ wrong?’

— Kyu! Kyu! Kyu!‌‍​ Kyu! Kyu!

An‍‌‍ urgent voice, tiny‍ hands striking in⁠‌ a rush.

Demons?⁠ Many? Too many?⁠⁠

‘That‍ hurts! Stop it!’⁠‍

Fernan’s‌​⁠ chest turned red,⁠‍ inflamed from the⁠‍⁠ forceful hits.

“Luina,⁠ up ahead…”

And​‍ just a moment‍​‌ later.

“There’s⁠​ a massive number​⁠⁠ of demons!”

“There​ are at least‍⁠ hundreds…!”

The​ scouts in the⁠‍⁠ lead came running⁠‍ back.

And​‍‍ then they saw‌ it.

Within‌​ a wide valley.‍​​

Heaps‌‍ and heaps of​‍ monster corpses—creatures that⁠‌‍ had once ruled‍‍ that place.

And‌‌​ over them, moving‍ all around, hundreds​⁠ of demons.

The‍​‍ earth, stained in⁠ dark violet.

“…It’s⁠ a nest.”

It‍‍ was the nest⁠​ of the demons.‌

Far‍ south of the‌​ supposed Demon Region,​​ right here—they had​​‍ established their lair.​‌‍

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