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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 126

Chapter 126

A deal is always‍⁠ between people.

And‌ between people, there‍⁠ could be no⁠⁠‍ such thing as‌‌ the “absolute.”

Everything‍ changed depending on‌⁠ the situation and​ the circumstances.

That⁠‍ was the case‍⁠ now.

Normally,‍ the King of‍​ Mercenaries should always‍ be in a position of superiority.​

He‍‍ was the King⁠‌⁠ of Mercenaries, respected‌‍​ by countless men​ of arms, and⁠ also a Royal‌⁠ Knight appointed by‌​ the emperor himself.⁠‌

But⁠⁠‌ because there was‍⁠​ something he desired,‍ there was room⁠ for the positions‌ to shift, and​⁠‌ Fernan did not‍‌​ miss that opportunity.⁠

“Lord⁠‍ Garrett wants to​‍ fight a demon,⁠ doesn’t he?”

“And‌‌‌ that’s why you​⁠‌ think you can‌‌ raise the price​⁠ of the commission?”⁠⁠

“No.”‍

“No?”​‍

“I​⁠ wouldn’t—as long as​​‍ you don’t insist​​ on being tied​​ to the matter‍⁠‍ of the corrupt.”​

Garrett’s‌ brow furrowed.

“Are⁠ you trying to​​ play with words?”‍‌⁠

“I⁠‌‍ just want to​⁠ understand the true⁠ reason you came‍‌ all the way‌⁠ here chasing the‍​‌ corrupt.”

The⁠ reaction he had​‌ just seen was​⁠ enough to deduce​⁠ it.

If​⁠ Varus had died,⁠‌ Fernan really would‍‍⁠ have raised the‌​ price of the​‌‌ commission.

Only⁠⁠ a fool would​‍⁠ pass up a situation that could‌​​ be used to⁠⁠ their advantage. The‌⁠ King of Mercenaries,‍⁠‍ blinded by the‌‍‌ death of his‌⁠ most beloved disciple,​ wouldn’t have cared‌ about the money.‍⁠

But​ Varus hadn’t died.‌

He‍ wanted revenge against​​‍ the corrupt, yes,​‍ but he didn’t‍​‌ need to risk‍‍⁠ everything or accept​‍ meaningless losses.

And⁠‍​ yet, the King​​ of Mercenaries spoke​​​ of revenge and‍‌ sought contracts and⁠ leads on the⁠ corrupt and demons.‍​‌

People​ would say he‌‍ did it to‌‍ avenge his disciple.‍

But​ in Fernan’s eyes,​‌ that wasn’t the​ truth.

‘He‍‌ didn’t become the‍ King of Mercenaries⁠⁠‌ by being an​⁠ idiot or someone⁠​ ruled by emotion.’⁠

Mercenaries‍⁠‍ were despised, seen‍ as those incapable​‍ of becoming knights.‍

But⁠‌⁠ in any field,​ those who reach​ the top always​‌ have something extraordinary.‍‍

Was‍​‌ he really chasing‌‌​ demons just for⁠​‍ a disciple who​‍ hadn’t even died?‌⁠⁠

‘Impossible.’‍‍​

No,‌‍⁠ he was looking‍⁠ ahead.

Fernan‍‌ didn’t think Garrett‍ saw the future⁠⁠ like he or‌‍‍ Gismond did, but‍ he was anticipating‌‌ how the board⁠ would move.

He‍ knew the incident‌‍⁠ with the corrupt‍​ wouldn’t end easily,​⁠ that the coming‍‍‌ of demons was‍ highly likely. And​‌‍ he was preparing.​‍

He⁠‌ wanted to face​‍‌ corrupt and demons​‌‍ firsthand.

“I⁠​‌ will pay the⁠⁠​ standard fee. But‍​⁠ I also have​ a condition.”

“So​ that was your‌⁠ goal from the‍‍‌ beginning.”

“Yes.”⁠‍

“The⁠⁠ Pellenbergs have always⁠⁠⁠ displeased me. And⁠‌ now you come‍‌ with these games⁠ in front of‍ me…”

He⁠ growled with a suffocating aura.

The‍ air grew heavy,⁠​ but Fernan had⁠ experienced it once⁠‍ before and, with⁠‌ the certainty that‌‍​ he wouldn’t be‍‌‍ killed, was able⁠‍​ to endure better​ than last time.‌‍‍

Garrett‌​‍ withdrew his pressure.‍‍‍

“Speak.”‌‌

“I​‌ know traces of‌​​ another demon.”

“……!”⁠‍⁠

The​‍ eyes of the​‌ King of Mercenaries‍⁠‌ opened wide.

“…I‌ didn’t think the‌ Pellenbergs had such‌‌‌ a high level⁠ of information.”

“Then‌‍⁠ I want to​​ hire you as​‌​ well, Garrett.”

That‌⁠‌ was Fernan’s true⁠ goal.

From‌⁠ the beginning, he‍ had sought the‌‌​ King of Mercenaries‌ because he knew​⁠​ that the 64th⁠ demon, Flauros, could‍ appear on the‌​ Pandrein continent.

The‍‌‌ situation in Bercheff​ had disrupted his​​ plans, but the‌​⁠ solution was simple—hire‌‌‍ him twice.

“……”​‍

He‌‍​ didn’t respond immediately.‌‌

The​‌ King of Mercenaries‌‍ stared at him​⁠‍ in silence, and⁠ Fernan met his‌ gaze without flinching.⁠‌

In‍‍‍ the end.

“It‍​ depends on the⁠ result of this‌ commission.”

“That’s⁠‌ enough.”

Fernan‌⁠‍ smiled in satisfaction.‍

***​‌

The⁠‌‌ egg was not‌​ brought to the⁠​‌ center of Bercheff.⁠⁠⁠

They​ couldn’t introduce into‍‌⁠ a populated area⁠⁠ an object that,‌‌ by its mere⁠ existence, emitted miasma‍​ and corrupted the‍‌ land.

That’s​ why, upon learning‌​ of it, the‍ margrave led them‍​ to an abandoned‍ fortress on the‍⁠​ outskirts.

An​‌ old defensive outpost⁠ that Bercheff had⁠‍ stopped using after​‌​ expanding its territory.‌‍

Hardly⁠ anyone went there,⁠‍‌ making it a good place to‍ store something so‍​⁠ dangerous.

“…This​‍‌ is unsettling.”

The⁠‌ count let out‌⁠‍ a sigh upon⁠ seeing the egg.⁠‍‌

It‌ seemed alive—the crimson‌ surface pulsed like⁠‍ a heart, and​​ the lines crossing​‍ it looked like‍‌⁠ veins.

“Where‌‍​ did you find​‍⁠ it?”

“Around‍‍ one hundred and‌⁠⁠ fifty demonic creatures​ had occupied the‍ eighth snow troll⁠ nest.”

The⁠‌ “eighth” was one⁠‌⁠ of the numbered⁠ settlements Bercheff had‍‍ recorded.

“During‌ the battle against​ them, the ground‌⁠ collapsed. There was⁠​ a huge underground​⁠ cavern.”

“And‍⁠​ this was there?”​‍‍

“Along⁠ with numerous monsters.”⁠‌⁠

“And‌⁠‌ you couldn’t destroy‍ it?”

“No.”⁠‌

At⁠‍⁠ the words of⁠‌⁠ the captain of​‍ the White Lions,​‍ the count drew‌‌⁠ his sword.

The‍‌ blade gleamed with‌‍ blue aura. It‍⁠ wasn’t a grand⁠‍ or flashy strike,‌⁠ but Fernan felt⁠‌⁠ it in his‌‍ bones.

‘If⁠⁠ that hits me,⁠‍ I’ll die.’

No⁠ magic, not even‍ with artifacts, could‍⁠⁠ stop it.

It‌ was an aura‌‌ concentrated and refined​‌⁠ to the extreme.‌

The‍‍ count slashed from⁠‍ top to bottom,‌ a simple movement.‌‍⁠

────!​‍

The‍ result was anything⁠⁠⁠ but.

A devastating shockwave swept​⁠⁠ through the area.​ The tempest reached‍⁠ Fernan, but Luina⁠ stepped in with‍‌ her aura.

“Are‍‍ you alright?”

“…Thanks.”⁠​

“Don’t‌‍​ mention it. You’re‍ still a guest⁠ of Bercheff.”

Hyde⁠‌ arrived a second‍⁠ too late and‌‍ stood awkwardly beside‍​ Fernan.

“…Ah.”‍⁠

“Don’t​‍ worry. You might‍​ be a bit⁠ clumsy, but I won’t abandon you.”‌⁠​

“Even⁠​ if I’m cut,​‍​ my lord promised⁠‍ to secure my⁠‍‌ retreat.”

“That’s‍ true—the Pellenbergs take‌‍ good care of‍⁠ their people.”

Fernan​‌ turned his gaze⁠​‍ back to the‍ egg.

“Ah.”⁠

And‍⁠ understood how tough‍ it was.

The⁠‌ Royal Knight’s strike‍​‍ had shaken the​‌ entire fortress, but‌⁠⁠ the egg had​​‍ barely a scratch.​‌⁠

‘A​​‍ mere scratch after‍‌⁠ that?’

Everyone‌ thought the same‌ and was left‌ speechless.

Everyone‌​‍ except one.

“Step‌​‍ aside.”

Garrett​⁠ Schreiner drew the⁠ spear from his‌ back and hurled⁠⁠ it without hesitation.​‌⁠

────!‌⁠

It​⁠ seemed to pierce‍‌ through it.

But‌​ the result was⁠ identical—a mere scratch.​‌

“Looks‌ like your spear​‌ has rusted from​​‍ rolling in the​ mud so much,​‍‍ and you haven’t​‌​ even noticed.”

The⁠ count swung his⁠ sword again.

“Bah.”​​

And‍ Garrett responded with​ his spear.

“Pathetic.”⁠

Sword‍⁠‍ and spear took‌‌‌ turns, again and‍ again, striking the‍​ egg.

The​⁠ clashes generated explosions​​‍ that shook the‌​‍ foundations. The knights​‌ and mercenaries shouted,​‌ and the remains​ of the fortress⁠​‍ crumbled.

Until‍ finally—

Rumble—⁠‌‌

“The​⁠ fortress is collapsing!”‌​

“My‌ lord, we must⁠ evacuate!”

“Captain!”​‌

The⁠ old fortress, abandoned‍​ for years, could​‍⁠ not withstand the‌‌​ combined force of⁠​‍ two Royal Knights.‌‌

***‌‍⁠

Dozens​ of slashes wounded‍ the egg, but‌ they didn’t seem⁠ to cause significant​⁠⁠ damage.

In⁠​ the end, the‌‍​ two Royal Knights‍​⁠ gave up trying​​‌ to destroy it⁠‌ immediately and accepted​ that they would⁠ have to rely⁠⁠⁠ on the power​⁠​ of Aint Armian.⁠‌‍

“The⁠‍ problem is how​‌‍ to store this‍⁠ until Aint Armian‌⁠ arrives.”

The⁠⁠⁠ land where the⁠​ egg was already⁠ stained black.

They‌‌​ couldn’t simply leave‌‍ an object there‌‍ that continuously oozed‌⁠ corrupt magic.

“I⁠⁠ have a good⁠‍ idea.”

“What​ is it?”

Fernan​​⁠ explained the storage⁠ method he had​ been thinking about‌‍ the entire way​⁠ back.

“Ask​​‌ the Cult of‍‍‍ the Dragon God‌‍‍ for help. Among⁠ their spells, there’s⁠​ one called Holy​⁠ Light. It’s a spell created specifically‌ to fight demons.”‍

“Holy‍ Light?”

“It’s‍⁠ called light, but⁠‌​ it’s actually fire.‌ It’s not on⁠‌ the level of⁠⁠ Armian’s light, but‍ it’s quite effective‍ for burning corrupt‍ magic.”

“You‌​ want to surround⁠⁠ the egg with‍ priests and cover‌‌ it with flames?”⁠‌⁠

“I⁠ already mixed the​‍⁠ holy water they​ gave us with‌⁠‌ sand. It worked.”​

Each‌ capital of the⁠‌ Elector Houses had⁠ a direct magical‌ transport circle with‍‍ the Cult of⁠‍⁠ the Dragon God,​ so calling them‍‍‌ wouldn’t be difficult.‌‍⁠

‘If⁠​ that had existed‍‌ during the Monster⁠ Wave, Bercheff wouldn’t​ have suffered so‌⁠​ much…’

Unfortunately,‍⁠ before that catastrophe,‌​​ there were no​⁠ transport circles directly‌‌‍ connecting the Elector​‍ Houses.

A thousand years ago,‍⁠ the First Emperor⁠⁠ had united them‌​‍ under one roof,‌⁠ but they were‍‍ never considered true⁠​‍ allies.

That’s‍‍ why the circles⁠‍⁠ were feared as⁠⁠‍ possible invasion routes.‍‍

‘Now‍​ it’s just a custom that has‍​ lasted a thousand‍ years.’

Only​ after Bercheff was⁠‍‍ on the brink​ of collapse did​ they connect a direct circle with⁠‍‍ the Cult of​ the Dragon God,‌⁠ which had no⁠‍​ political or throne​⁠ ambitions.

Among‌ the other Elector‌ Houses, forget it.‌​

‘In​ any case, convincing‍ the clergy will⁠ be easy. We‍⁠⁠ won’t even need‍‍ to convince them.’‌‌‍

Surely,‍⁠ upon seeing the​⁠​ egg, they would‌​​ throw themselves at⁠ it like rabid‌​​ dogs. Perhaps even‌ the Pope would⁠‍ run over himself,‌‍ saying he wanted‌​‍ to study it.⁠‌⁠

“For⁠⁠​ now, that’s the⁠⁠ safest option.”

The‍‍​ count nodded at⁠‌ Fernan’s suggestion.

“We’ll⁠‌‍ leave the squadron⁠ here and return⁠⁠ to the center‌​‌ to…”

At‍‍‌ that moment.

“My‌⁠ lord!”

A pale messenger burst​‌‌ into the castle‍‌⁠ urgently.

“What’s‍⁠ happening?”

The‍‍ messenger collapsed at⁠​⁠ the count’s feet.‌

“It’s‌⁠‌ terrible! An attack!”⁠

“An‍ attack? Who the⁠⁠⁠ hell would dare​‌ attack Bercheff? Speak‌ clearly!”

The⁠⁠ messenger managed to‍ catch his breath​ and continued.

“We‍​ have information that⁠‍​ a massive army⁠ of demonic creatures‍‍ has begun moving‍⁠‍ from the Demon​ Realm! They’re advancing⁠​ here right now,‍​‌ and their number⁠​ exceeds ten thousand!”‌‌

“……!”‌

Everyone‌‍ turned pale.

***‍​

‘Because‌‌ of me?’

Fernan​‌ knew that sooner‍ or later the‍ demons would march‍⁠ south.

But​‌ not now, and​​⁠ not in such‌‌ numbers.

This⁠ was because of‍⁠‌ the egg.

The​‌‍ egg that served‌⁠ as a catalyst⁠⁠‌ for the arrival‌‍‌ of the 69th-ranked‌‌ demon, Decarabia.

Now​ that they had‍​ lost it, they⁠​​ were marching to‍ retrieve it.

‘Wait,⁠ then…’

A sinister premonition ran‌ down his spine.​‌‍

Fernan‍ had thought that‍⁠‌ it was Decarabia‌ himself who was​⁠ leading the demonic‍‌​ army’s march south.‍‌

It⁠‌ made sense—Decarabia was‌​ a demon.

But‍ he hadn’t descended⁠​⁠ yet, and still,‌‍ the army moved.‍‌‌

‘Can⁠‍ the corrupt control⁠​ a horde of⁠⁠ demons that large?’‍

There‌ were no monsters‌‍ mixed in—it was‍‍‌ a pure army‌‍ of demons.

He​ wasn’t sure if​⁠‌ it was possible,⁠⁠‌ but he was​​⁠ almost certain it‍‍‌ wasn’t.

If‌ it were, it​ would’ve already happened‌​⁠ in the Taklakan‌​​ Desert.

Then…​

“A‍ demon. A demon⁠​ has already been‌⁠‌ summoned…”

Fernan’s‍ face turned pale.​‌

And‌‌ that sinister premonition—⁠⁠

A few hours later,​​ when the demonic⁠‌‌ army formed in‌ perfect order before​ Bercheff’s first wall,⁠​⁠ it ceased to‍ be just a premonition.

“The⁠ demons aren’t attacking⁠ immediately, they’re lining⁠​ up…?”

“Someone‍‌‍ is controlling them!”⁠‍

“Could‌‍ it be the​⁠‍ corrupt?”

The‍‍ soldiers on the‌‌‍ walls were horrified.‌

“A​​ demon… It has⁠⁠​ to be a demon! Why? Why‌‌‍ now?”

Gismond’s⁠ face turned pale‌​​ as he murmured​⁠⁠ to himself.

And⁠​‍ as if to‌‌​ confirm it, the​ horde split in⁠​‍ two, forming a path.

From‌ the end, someone‍ advanced.

A massive black steed,‍ twice the size​ of a regular‍⁠ horse.

Upon⁠ it, a gigantic⁠ dark knight bearing⁠‍⁠ a greatsword.

Clop,⁠‍‌ clop—

With⁠ his appearance, the​‌​ corrupt magic intensified.‌

No⁠‍​ one could look​‌‍ away.

In⁠ the silence, only‌‌⁠ the pounding of⁠​‌ hooves was heard.‍‍‌

And‍​ when he finally‍​ stood before humanity—⁠‌‍

He‌ raised his gaze‌⁠ toward the men‍ on the walls.​​

“Hiieeek…!”‌

“Kuhk…!”‌‌

The⁠‍⁠ soldiers who saw⁠‌‍ the red glow⁠‌ inside his helmet‍‍‌ gasped and collapsed‌ to their knees.​​

“I‍ am the 66th,⁠‌‌ Kimaris. Marquis of‌ Hell and commander​⁠⁠ of twenty infernal‌‍ legions.”

His​‌ voice was like‌ metal scraping iron,‍ repulsive and terrifying.⁠‌‍

The‌ instinctive pressure in‍‍‌ his voice made​‍ the soldiers tremble,⁠​​ unable even to‍‌‍ comprehend that they⁠‍ were facing a demon.

“Miserable⁠ beings, I will​ give you a chance. Submit to‌‍ Hell. I grant⁠ you the privilege⁠‌ of serving our⁠‍​ kingdom…”

At‍ that moment.

A wild spear tore​ through the air‌ and appeared right​ in front of‍ the demon.

─────!⁠

A shockwave shook the‌⁠ entire battlefield. The‍‌ roar jolted the​⁠ soldiers from their‌ paralysis.

“I​ am the great​‍‍ Royal Knight and‌ the King of‌‍ Mercenaries. Shouldn’t a mere marquis like‍‍ you bow your‍⁠ head before me?‌‌ Kneel right now.”⁠

The⁠⁠ owner of the‍‍ spear, standing atop‍‍ the wall, shouted⁠‌​ with a crooked​⁠ smile.

“I‍ see…”

Kimaris​⁠⁠ slowly lowered the​⁠ greatsword he had⁠‍⁠ raised.

“Humans‍‌ always need to‍ experience terror before‍‌​ recognizing it. Backward‌⁠⁠ barbarians…”

A thousand years have‌‌ passed, it seems‌⁠​ I had forgotten.‌‌

The‍​‍ black sword began​ to charge with​⁠ corrupt magic. He‌​⁠ swung a slash.‌

────!‍

The‌​⁠ magical circles engraved⁠​‍ on the wall⁠ shattered instantly.

A massive gouge was‍‍⁠ carved into the‌ fortification.

The‍‌ soldiers screamed as⁠ part of the⁠‍ wall collapsed.

And​​ then.

“Attack!”⁠⁠​

Kieeeek!‌‌‍

Kyaaaa!​​‌

The​ demonic creatures began‍ their march.

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