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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 123

Chapter 123

“It’s‌‍‌ a nest…!”

“Really…⁠‍ a nest?”

“How⁠​‍ could it get‍⁠‌ this far without⁠‍​ us noticing?”

A few cultists descending‌​ south was completely‌⁠‍ different from them‍⁠ establishing a nest.‌

When⁠ a nest appeared,‍⁠ the land became‍‍​ tainted. The corrupted‌‌‍ ground devoured mana⁠ and converted it⁠‍ into corrupted magic,⁠ which in turn​⁠‍ further empowered demons⁠⁠ and demonic creatures,‍ complicating the entire‌ situation.

‘…At​‌⁠ least, that’s what‌ I know.’

Was‍ that dark purple‌‌‌ staining the snow…⁠⁠ corruption?

Fernan‌ stared at the‍‍ violet-stained ground and‍‌ swallowed hard. The​ ominous magical energy​‌ was unmistakable.

— Kyuuu! Kyu!

Wooden‍ was reacting nervously​​ too, pounding on‍​​ Fernan’s chest.

He​ wanted out immediately,⁠​ to return to‌ his full size⁠‍ and wipe out‌⁠ everything.

He​​‌ couldn’t stand to‍⁠‍ see the land⁠ tainted.

Wooden’s⁠​​ unusual urgency startled⁠‌‌ Fernan—until he understood.‌​

‘Ah…‍‌ of course. Wooden⁠‌ was a forest‍ spirit drawn to‍‍⁠ the World Tree​‌‌ branch.’

Now‍ it made sense.‌‍

A spirit born from​ pure energy, who​⁠‌ also carried a fragment of the⁠‍ World Tree—the purest⁠⁠​ mana source—would detect⁠‍⁠ corruption easily.

‘This‌​‌ is an unexpected⁠‌​ advantage…’

In‍‍‍ the face of‍⁠ the looming demonic‍ incursion, having a “detector” almost as‍​ sensitive as Aint‌​​ Armian was a reassuring asset.

“We⁠⁠ must exterminate the⁠‌ demonic creatures and​​⁠ purify the ground.”‌‌‌

“They’ve⁠ sent scouts in‍‌⁠ all directions. Clearly‍‌ they intend to‍ expand their territory‍ quickly. We can’t‌ just sit by.”‌⁠

…Though⁠​ first, they had​‌‍ to survive this‌​‍ situation.

‘Calm​ down, Wooden. Not‍ now.’

— Kyu…

‘Don’t⁠⁠ give me that⁠‌ disappointed face either.’​⁠

— Kyu!

‘That‌‍​ they’re your mortal‍ enemies? Don’t be‍‍ ridiculous.’

In‌​⁠ the end, Wooden‌‌ went quiet.

Meanwhile,⁠⁠⁠ the White Lion​⁠ knights decided to⁠‌‍ face them head-on,‌‍ not retreat.

“We​ cannot allow demonic‍​ creatures to establish‌ a nest right⁠ at Bercheff’s doorstep.”​

They‍‍ didn’t know exactly‌⁠ how fast they‍‍ could reproduce or‍‌⁠ how dangerous the⁠ corrupted land would⁠ be. But they‍⁠ did know that‍‍⁠ if they didn’t​​‍ act, it would‌​‍ turn into a flood that would‍ consume Bercheff.

And​‍​ for a land‌ only just recovered,​‌ that would be‌⁠ a death blow.​‌

‘And‍‍‍ there’s no guarantee‌‌ this is all‌‌ there is.’

No​⁠⁠ matter how many‍‍⁠ there were, up‍ until now they’d⁠​ only seen lesser⁠‍ creatures. What if‌ there were stronger⁠ demons hidden nearby?​

“Sir‍⁠ Fernan. We’ll protect‌ you with everything⁠‍​ we’ve got, but‌ we can’t guarantee‌‍ your absolute safety.”​

“Don’t⁠ worry about me.⁠‍​ In fact, as‌‍ part of the‌ patrol, I’d like‍​‌ to contribute as⁠ well.”

For⁠ example, ensuring that‍ not a single⁠​‌ one of those‍ beasts escaped.

The‍ captain grew interested.‌​

“You’re‌ a guest, Sir⁠⁠ Fernan. But tell​ me—how do you⁠ plan to do‍ that?”

“You⁠⁠‍ may have heard—my⁠ specialty is earth⁠⁠⁠ magic.”

“We’ve‌ heard that.”

“And​⁠ what do earth‍​ mages do best?”​⁠‍

Fernan‌​ drew a circle⁠⁠ in the air,⁠‌‌ pointing around the‍ valley.

“Raise​‌‌ walls.”

“They’re⁠ rank 7, and‌ there are hundreds‍ of them. It’s​ not easy to‌ contain them.”

“Didn’t​​ Luina tell you​ about me?”

“What​‌ do you mean?”‌​​

Luina‌⁠‌ whispered something in‍ the captain’s ear.‌‍ Fernan didn’t catch⁠​⁠ everything, but he⁠ did hear a few words—“elixirs,” “excess⁠​ mana,” “potions.”

The⁠ captain nodded, convinced,​⁠​ and extended his⁠ hand.

“Fernan,⁠ from this moment,‍ you’re part of‌ the patrol. I’m‌ counting on you⁠‌ for the strategy.”‌‌

And‍‌ so, Fernan was‌​‌ formally integrated.

***​⁠⁠

When‌​ did knights shine‌‍ brightest? Without a doubt—in battle.

Since‍ childhood, they’d been‌​ trained to kill⁠ men, monsters, and‍‌​ beasts. They were⁠‍⁠ living weapons.

They⁠​ mainly used swords,​‌ but could wield‍‍​ nearly any weapon.‍‍‌ Their versatility and‌‌ ferocity were hard⁠ to describe.

And​ among all battles,​​ there was one​⁠ moment when knights​ reached the height‌ of their glory.‌⁠

The​​​ cavalry charge.

It‌‍ was the flower​ and essence of‌‍​ knightly orders.

Anyone⁠ who hadn’t seen‌‌ dozens or hundreds​⁠​ of knights charging‌ in unison could​⁠​ not imagine such‍‌ devastating power.

Fernan,‌⁠‌ lying beside Luina​‍‌ in the snow,‌ watched the White⁠‌‍ Lions form up⁠‍‌ for the charge.​​​

The‍‌ horses began to​‍‍ advance slowly through⁠‌‌ the snow.

The‍‍‍ knights lowered their​‍‍ lances.

It⁠‍‍ was already a spectacle—but the best​‌ part was yet​ to come.

Wooong—​‌‍

The‌‍‍ knights shared aura‌ and combat techniques.⁠‌ They learned to‌​‍ synchronize.

Wooooong—‌

A white glow of⁠‍ aura began to‍⁠ radiate from the‌⁠ lances. Amid the​​ snowstorm, it looked‌⁠ like a sublime⁠‌​ vision.

The‌ aura resonated, expanding‍ and covering the‌ knights, the horses,⁠‌⁠ the entire formation.‌

Dudududu—⁠‌

The​ horses, influenced by‍ the energy, neighed​⁠ like wild beasts⁠⁠ and picked up‌ speed.

Kruaaargh!​‌‍

Kyaaaah!‌​

The‍ demonic creatures finally‍​ sensed the threat.‍‌‌ But it was​‌ already too late.‍

When​⁠​ they bared their‌ fangs at the⁠ White Lions, the‌‍ formation was already​⁠ upon them, ready‌ to tear out⁠​ their throats.

─────!‌‍​

Gyaaaah!​‌‌

Grooarh!​‍

The​​ roar shook the‌‌‍ heavens and earth.‌‌⁠

In​ an instant, dozens‍‌⁠ of creatures were‍‍⁠ destroyed, bursting into​⁠ bloody chunks.

That​ was only the‍‌ beginning.

The‌⁠⁠ formation pierced through‍‌‌ one group, and‌‍ without stopping, charged‍⁠‌ into another.

The​​ smell of blood‍​ drew even more‌ howls and assaults.​⁠

At​⁠​ that moment, Fernan​​​ raised his staff‌‍‍ and activated the‍‌‌ prepared magic circle.‌⁠‍

Rumble—​‍​

A massive circular wall‌ rose around the‌⁠⁠ valley, enclosing everything.​

Fernan‍‌‌ and Luina looked‌ up at the‍⁠⁠ wall growing skyward.‌

“Hmm…?”⁠‌

“What’s​‌​ wrong?”

“…The‍‌‌ mana cost is⁠​ higher than expected.”‌⁠

Fernan‍⁠​ quickly drank a potion.

He‌‌ looked at the⁠ blackened earth beneath‍⁠ his feet.

‘Of‌‌ course… one more‍ reason to purify‍‍ this.’

Magic‌‌ didn’t depend only‍​⁠ on personal mana—it‍‌‌ also drew from​ the environment.

But⁠ the corrupted land‌⁠⁠ had no mana—only⁠ corrupted magic.

“So⁠‌ the corruption blocks‌ mana flow. We’ll‌⁠​ have to be‌ careful in the⁠‌​ upcoming battles.”

Without‍‍⁠ ambient mana, any‌‌ aura or magic‌​‌ consumed reserves much‍ faster.

Gyaaaah!⁠⁠

Kraaaagh!⁠

Meanwhile,‍‍⁠ the battle reached⁠ its climax.

The‌⁠ demonic creatures charged⁠​ like an unending​‌ tide. The knights‍‌ didn’t stop for‍⁠‌ a second.

In‌⁠​ the midst of‌⁠ the darkness, the‌⁠​ White Lions shone‍​ like absolute predators.​‌

A spectacle that sent‍‍‍ shivers down the‍ spine.

“What​‍‍ do you think?”‍‌‌

“Incredible.​​ Even if they’re​​‍ rank 6 demons,‍‌‌ I now understand⁠⁠‌ why they didn’t​ flee… and why‍​ the White Lions⁠⁠ are called Bercheff’s‍‍ first knight order.”⁠‌‍

The⁠‍‌ demons’ fangs and‌‍‍ claws couldn’t pierce‌ the resonant aura‌​‌ generated by the‍​ knights.

And​⁠‍ wherever they passed,‌⁠ corpses were left‌‌⁠ without fail.

“The​⁠‌ White Lions are⁠‌ the first knight​​‌ order of the‍ continent.”

Pride‍⁠‍ was evident in​ Luina’s straightened shoulders.‍‌

“……”‍‍‍

Watching‌‍ her boast didn’t‌ sit well with‌⁠ Fernan, so he⁠ threw out a dry comment.

“But⁠ you’re not them,‌​ are you?”

“…I‌ can fight too.‍‌ I stayed to‍​ protect you.”

“Even‍ though your aura‌‍⁠ technique is different?”​​

“All‌‌ Bercheff’s aura techniques⁠​ derive from the​⁠ family’s secret technique.”‍

“I‍​​ know that.”

“…Are​‍ you mocking me?”⁠‍‍

Fernan‌​‌ let out a small chuckle.

“You‌ definitely shouldn’t be‍ a merchant.”

“What’s​‌​ that supposed to‌​‌ mean all of⁠⁠​ a sudden?”

“It’s‍​ written all over​⁠​ your face.”

“For‌⁠ a knight, honesty‍⁠ is a virtue.”​‌⁠

“But‍ for a merchant,⁠ it’s not.”

“Anyway,‌‌‍ I never planned‌‍ on becoming a merchant.”

“That’s⁠⁠‌ what I’m saying.”‌​‍

“…Huh?”​

Luina​‍ tilted her head,​​ feeling like she’d⁠​‍ lost at something​ without understanding how.​

At‌ that moment—

“It’s​‌​ over.”

Feeding⁠‍⁠ mana into the‌​‍ stone wall no​‍⁠ longer made sense.⁠

All⁠​⁠ the demons had​ reacted to the‍ presence of living​‍‍ beings and, without​​‌ exception, had thrown​‌ themselves at the‍ White Lions—only to‍⁠‌ end up as​⁠ corpses.

“Is⁠⁠‍ the pursuit over​​ here?”

“For⁠‌ now, yes. We’ve‍ strayed quite far​‍ from the usual⁠​ patrol route, and‌‌​ it’s very likely‌​ this isn’t a phenomenon limited to⁠‍ just this area.”​​

It‌‌‍ was clear they‌‍ had to return‌⁠ as soon as‌⁠​ possible and report‌ to the margrave⁠‍ so countermeasures could‌ be drawn up.‍

After‌​ all, no matter‌‍ how strong the‍‌ order was, just‌ thirty knights couldn’t⁠‍‌ exterminate every demon⁠⁠‌ in the vast⁠‍‌ north.

Fernan⁠ dispelled the magic.‍ The tall walls​​​ sank back into⁠‌​ the earth.

“Burn‍‍​ all the demon​⁠ corpses, then we’ll‍‍ head back.”

As⁠ Luina had said,‍​⁠ even though the⁠​ White Lions had​‍ found a trail​​ leading farther north,‌‌ they didn’t follow‌⁠​ it.

“And‍‍‍ the land tainted⁠‌‍ by dark magic?‍‌⁠ It looks like​ it spread even⁠ further after absorbing⁠‌ the demons’ blood.”‍‍

“Hmm.‌ For now, we’ll‌​ burn it.”

They​‌ lit fires. Although​⁠‌ the snow made⁠ it difficult to⁠​‌ burn cleanly, even​‌ after the red⁠ flames passed, the⁠ contaminated earth remained⁠‌​ impure.

“…There’s‍‍‌ nothing else we​‍ can do right‍‌‍ now. We must‍‌ report to the‌‌⁠ lord and request‍‍‍ help from the‍‌ Cult of the⁠ Dragon God…”

At​​⁠ that moment, Fernan​ pulled something from​ his subspace and​⁠‌ poured it on⁠‌‌ the ground.

Shhhhhh!‍‍‍

A thick smoke rose,‌ and after the⁠​‌ reaction, a portion‌‌ of the blackened‌ land returned to‍​ its original state.‌​

“……!”​‍⁠

“……!”‌

The‍‌​ knights’ eyes widened.‌​‍

“…Sir,​ what is that?”‌⁠‌

“Holy‍‌‍ water, produced by‌‌ the Cult of‍​‌ the Dragon God.”⁠‌

“How⁠ did you get⁠‌⁠ it…?”

“Didn’t‍‌⁠ I say I came prepared?”

Of‌‌ course, when Jace‍‍ had given him‌ that amount of⁠‍ holy water, Fernan‌​ never imagined it‍⁠ would be this‍⁠ effective and versatile.‍

‘They’re‍‌‌ bastards, but their‌​‌ product is worth‌⁠‌ every coin…’

His‍‍‌ opinion of the⁠‌ cult rose a few notches.

“I⁠ see. If you‌‌‍ have enough of⁠ it, could you‌​ purify the land⁠‍‍ with it?”

“There’s‍‌⁠ too much area⁠ to cover everything⁠​​ here.”

“That’s‌ what I thought…”​

“…But‌​ if you let‍ me keep the‍‍ demon corpses, I can give it​‌ a try.”

“Take‌ as many as​‌ you want.”

“Then‌​ it’s a deal.”‍‍

Fernan​​ tossed dozens of‍⁠ glass vials filled⁠‍⁠ with holy water‍‍ into the air‍ and, with a spell, made them​​ explode into a mist.

The⁠ liquid, mixed with⁠⁠‌ mana, turned almost‌⁠‍ into a fog​‌​ that covered the‌‌‍ entire contaminated area,​​ fighting the dark‍‍ resistance and gradually⁠‌⁠ purifying the land.⁠⁠

“Whoaaa…”‍‍

“That⁠‍ the Cult of⁠⁠‌ the Dragon God’s⁠​​ holy water works‍⁠​ so well is⁠ encouraging.”

The⁠​ captain of the⁠‌⁠ White Lions, until⁠​ just moments ago‍‌‌ worried about the‌ magnitude of the‍ corruption, let out‌ a sigh of​​ relief.

But‍ then—

— Kyu kyu kyu‌⁠ kyu!

Wooden‌​‍ began pounding him⁠‌‌ even harder and‍​‌ more frantically than⁠⁠ before.

‘Stop!⁠​ You hit a bone! What now…?!’⁠

At⁠ that moment—

Crack—⁠⁠⁠

“Huh?”‌‍

“What…?”‌⁠​

With‍‌‌ no prior warning.⁠​​

The​ very ground of​ the valley beneath‍‌ their feet suddenly⁠​‍ collapsed.

“Th-the​‍‌ ground…!”

“Watch​⁠⁠ out!”

The‍ crack swallowed all⁠​‌ thirty White Lions,‌ the eldest daughter⁠ of Bercheff, and‌​​ the heir of⁠‍ Pellenberg.

The‌⁠ valley fell silent.‌‌‌

As‌ if nothing had‍⁠ ever happened.

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