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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Among​ the path opened‍‍​ by the demons,‍ a black knight⁠​ appeared mounted on‌​‍ a steed.

The‌‌​ moment Fernan looked⁠‍‌ at him closely,​‌ he recalled the⁠‍ final vision from‍​⁠ his prophecy.

“You⁠ finally descended completely.​⁠⁠ Kimaris, at least‌‌⁠ you fulfilled your​ duty.”

It⁠‍​ was a murmur​⁠ from that original​‌‌ future in which‍‍ the 69th demon,​‍​ Decarabia, had successfully​ descended.

At​ that time, he⁠​ had been so​⁠ focused on the‌ fact that the⁠‌ egg was the​⁠‍ vessel for Decarabia’s⁠⁠ descent that he​‍‌ hadn’t paid attention.‌

But⁠ what truly mattered‌​ wasn’t Decarabia.

It⁠‌ was who had‍ brought him down.‍​

‘Kimaris…!’‍​

The⁠ 66th demon. Kimaris.‍‍‌

A warrior with skin⁠⁠ black as coal,⁠‍ mounted on a massive dark horse.‍

In⁠ King Colomo and⁠​‌ the 72 Demons,‍ Kimaris was described​‌​ exactly like that,‌ and the description‌‌ was terrifyingly accurate.​‍

‘Decarabia⁠⁠ wasn’t the one​‍ who led the‌‍ northern invasion! The​ demon had already⁠⁠‌ been summoned before!’‍​

Why⁠ hadn’t he thought​‍‍ of it until​‌ now?

Because⁠⁠ summoning a demon​‌‍ wasn’t easy.

Even​‍ with the World⁠ Tree branch, Andromalius‍​ had only descended​ incompletely.

And‍‍ Seir, who tried‍​⁠ to ruin the​⁠​ Continental Academic Conference,‌ needed a crystallized‌⁠​ mana-essence magic stone​​‍ to do so.​

‘So‍ then when? How?’⁠‍‌

A descent of that​​ magnitude always left​⁠ traces. Bercheff wasn’t‌‍ foolish—they wouldn’t have​​ overlooked them.

So​​‍ there were only‌⁠​ two possibilities.

Either‌‌ the corrupt had​‍ hidden them almost​‌ perfectly.

‘Or​‌ a disaster erupted​⁠‌ so immense they⁠ couldn’t stop it.’⁠

And⁠​​ he remembered the⁠‍ Monster Wave that,​ over ten years⁠ ago, had nearly​ destroyed Bercheff.

Hundreds​ of thousands of⁠‌ monsters ravaging everything‍‍ in a single​‍‍ surge.

Maybe⁠ it was just​ a theory.

‘But⁠‍​ what if they⁠‍‍ used those monsters⁠​ and human blood‍​‍ as a sacrifice⁠​ to summon the‌ demon?’

But.‍⁠

‘A⁠ Monster Wave of‌​ that scale had⁠‍ never occurred in‍‌‌ a thousand years‌‌‍ of history.’

Was‍ it a coincidence​⁠ that everything fit‍⁠ so well?

‘And⁠‌‌ it’s incomparable to‍ Andromalius…’

Just‌‌‍ looking at him⁠​ made his skin‌⁠​ crawl. The instinctive⁠ fear was overwhelming.‍‌

The‌​‌ oppressive presence of⁠​ Kimaris and his‍ power—capable of breaking​‌​ half a wall⁠​ with a single⁠‌ strike—was incomparable to​ Andromalius’s incomplete descent.‍

‘The​⁠​ demon ranks aren’t​ just numbers—the difference‍ is that Kimaris‍​‌ descended over ten‌‍ years ago and‍ has had time⁠‍ to recover his‍ strength.’

It​ all fit together​ perfectly.

‘Could‌‍‍ he be the​⁠ one behind this,​‌ controlling the corrupt⁠⁠⁠ now?’

Just‍‍ thinking about it‌ chilled his blood.⁠‌

Could⁠ they even stop⁠‌​ a fully descended‍ demon without Aint‍‍ Armian?

“Kyaaaaah!”⁠⁠

“Graaah!”⁠‍

While‍⁠‍ Fernan was lost⁠ in thought, the‍‍⁠ demons began their‍⁠⁠ advance.

The​​‍ soldiers panicked upon‌‌ seeing the damaged​‌ wall, scrambling to​ reinforce it with​ whatever they could​ find.

“I’ll‍‌⁠ go out with‍‍ the knights through⁠⁠​ the main gate.‌ We’ll attack the⁠‍ demon directly.”

The‍ frontier count issued‍ an unexpected order.‍⁠

“If⁠ we fight here,‌​ the fortress will‍‍⁠ collapse. Even if‍‌ we stop the​ demon, it would‌​ be a problem.”‌⁠⁠

It⁠ was a necessary​‍ risk.

If‌‍ a pillar of‌‌ the northern barrier​‌ fell, Bercheff would​⁠ suffer irreparable damage.‍⁠⁠

Better‌ to draw the‌‌ demon away, even‍​⁠ at a disadvantage,⁠​‍ than to risk​ the wall’s collapse.‌

“Garrett.”‍⁠

“Yes,‍‌‌ I’ll go too.⁠ And my Red⁠‌ Wolves with me.‌‍‌ I never thought‍ that after becoming‍​⁠ a Royal Knight,‍​​ I’d end up‍ fighting alongside you.”‌‌⁠

The‍​‌ Red Wolves were‌ Garrett Schreiner’s personal‌ group. Barely fifty‌​ men, but considered‍​‌ the best mercenary⁠⁠‍ group on the‍ continent.

“This​ is madness!”

“Staying​​⁠ here would be⁠ even crazier. When⁠ that demon starts‍‍⁠ fighting, everything around‍​​ will be reduced‍​ to ashes. The⁠‍​ farther we lead‍⁠⁠ him away, the​ fewer soldiers will‍ die in vain.”‌​⁠

“But‌‍ charging out with​ so few of‌ us…!”

“If​ we kill the​‌‌ demon, it all​ ends. He’s the⁠​ core keeping the‍​ rest together.”

The​ count easily brushed‌ off Luina’s protests.‌ Then he looked‍‍​ at Fernan.

“Fernan​⁠ Pellenberg. I must‍ thank you. Hiring​‍‌ Garrett was a brilliant move.”

“I⁠⁠ prefer thanks in⁠ the form of⁠​⁠ rewards, not words.”‍

“For⁠ that, we’ll have⁠‌⁠ to kill that​ bastard.”

“One‌ moment, before you⁠⁠ go, take this.”⁠​⁠

Fernan‍‌ handed them two‌ small vials—one to⁠⁠ the count, and⁠ one to the‍ mercenary king.

“It’s‌ the last of‍⁠‌ the holy water.”‌‌

“I’ll⁠⁠ use it with​ gratitude.”

The‌ count descended the‌ wall with the‍‌ vial in hand.‌⁠⁠ The White Lion⁠​‌ Knights followed immediately.‌‌⁠

The⁠‍⁠ same with the​​ mercenary king and‍‍ the Red Wolves.⁠

‘Maybe…’​‍

Watching​ them leave, Fernan‌⁠⁠ felt a glimmer⁠ of hope.

Even⁠ without Aint—the natural​‍​ enemy of demons.‌‌‌

Still,‌​⁠ they were two⁠⁠‌ Royal Knights. Each‌‌ one, an army‍ by himself.

The‍⁠‌ fortress gate opened‍‌ before the demons‍⁠⁠ reached the wall.⁠‌​

Dudududu!​

Knights‌ and mercenaries, armed‍​ in steel and‍​ mounted on warhorses,⁠ charged forward.

At‌‍‌ the head of‌​ the two columns​ were the count​‌‍ and the mercenary⁠ king.

The‌‍ count’s sword shone‍​‌ with a blue‌⁠‌ aura.

The‍‌ mercenary king’s spear‍⁠ burned with a red aura.

And‌ then—

Boom!‍​​

“Kyaaaaah!”‍

“Grahhh!”‌‌

A thunderous blast shook⁠‌‌ the sky. Shockwaves⁠ tore screams from‌ the demons.

Their‌​ bodies shattered, disintegrating‍ into pools of‌ blood.

Two‌⁠ open lines, like‍‍‍ trails in the⁠ sand, cut through‍‌ the demon army.‍​‌

Blood‍‌⁠ painted the path.⁠​​

But⁠⁠​ the demon Kimaris,⁠ even with two‌‌ Royal Knights before‍​​ him, merely rested‍‌‌ his greatsword on⁠​‌ his shoulder. He‌​ didn’t move.

The‍‍ distance between the‍​ three of them​⁠ closed.

Without​‍‌ slowing, the two​ knights raised their‌ weapons in unison.‌‌​

The⁠‌‍ demons blocking the‌ way were immediately​​‌ swept aside.

Boom!‍

The‍​ strike hit Kimaris.​⁠​

An‍ explosion shook the‌ battlefield, dust clouding‍‍ everything.

But‌⁠ Kimaris remained unscathed,‍‌ his sword having⁠​ blocked the impact.​

And⁠ it didn’t matter—the⁠⁠ goal of the​​ Royal Knights wasn’t‌ to injure him,⁠ but to lure‌‌​ him away.

After⁠ the strike, they​ turned their mounts,‍‌⁠ veering in another‌‍ direction.

Neither⁠ toward Kimaris nor‌ back to the⁠‌ fortress—a blatant provocation.​⁠

“Pathetic.”⁠​

Kimaris‌ lightly nudged his‍ black horse.

The⁠‌‌ steed understood the‍ command and began‍⁠‌ to gallop.

“Get​‍ out of the​ way.”

The‍​ demons split into‍‍‍ two again, forming‌‍‌ a path.

“Before‍⁠⁠ I return, tear‍ down the fortress.”‌​

The⁠​​ formation, which had‌⁠ been disordered from​‍ pursuing the Royal​⁠‌ Knights during their‍ charge, reorganized in‌‌​ an instant.

They‍‌‌ advanced once more,⁠‌ while Kimaris calmly⁠ followed the two‍ Royal Knights.

At​‍ that moment, battle​ also erupted within⁠‍ the fortress.

The​ demons reached the‍ walls and the‍ prepared spells were⁠‌‍ unleashed.

“Fire!”​

The‌ arrows, like a second gift, rained⁠ down on the‌ demons who charged​​ through the spells‍ with their bodies.‌​

“Stop‍⁠​ them!”

“They’re​​‍ coming through the‌⁠ broken wall!”

“Form‍ the knight line!”‍‍

The‌‍ knights lined up⁠​⁠ in the gaps⁠ of the crumbling⁠​ wall, raising a shield wall.

The​​‍ larger demons charged⁠​ against it.

Boom!‍

The‍ aura-reinforced shield wall‌‌‍ trembled violently.

Through‌ the small openings,‍ spears and swords‌ pierced the demons.​‌‍

A fierce battle.

The​​‍ numerical difference was⁠‌ obvious, but it‍​ didn’t look like​ the fortress would‌‌‍ fall easily.

“Luina,​ Hyde. We’re going‌ to follow the‌‍ count.”

“…Excuse⁠ me?”

“…What?”​‍

“Then‌​ I’m not going,​​‌ right?”

Fernan,‌‍ having made his⁠‍ decision, called out⁠⁠‍ to Luina and‌⁠ Hyde, who were‌‌ decapitating demons climbing⁠ the wall.

Realizing​‍ he wasn’t included,⁠ Gismond’s face lit‍‌​ up a little.⁠​

“If⁠ those two lose,​​​ the world ends.⁠‍ The only thing​⁠‌ we can do​ is prevent that‍ from happening.”

“No​ matter how strong‌ the demon is,‍​ they’re two Royal​⁠ Knights. I can’t​ imagine my father​ losing.”

“Under‍ normal conditions, yes.‌⁠ But it’s a demon. Can we‌‌‍ really be sure⁠‍ there won’t be‌⁠​ unforeseen events?”

He‍⁠⁠ knew the Royal‌‌ Knights were strong.‍⁠

Two‌ Royal Knights together,‌⁠‌ even stronger—he knew‍ that too.

Even​​ so, Fernan felt​ uneasy.

Even‌ if they were⁠⁠​ Royal Knights, the‍‍‍ enemy was a demon. And not⁠⁠ an incomplete one‌ like Andromalius, but​‍ a complete one.​

Enemies​⁠⁠ that once tried⁠ to destroy the‌ entire continent.

Could​‍​ they defeat him​​⁠ without Aint?

“What⁠‍​ more do you‌ want me to‍ say? I can’t‍ imagine those two​​ losing.”

Luina’s‌ eyes, as she‍‌ said that, didn’t⁠‍ waver in the‌⁠​ slightest.

‘…She’s⁠⁠ right. Even if‍‍‌ it’s a demon,⁠‍ the Royal Knights⁠‌ are the strongest​ on the continent.‍ And there are‍​‍ two. I shouldn’t‍​⁠ be this uneasy…’⁠

No,​⁠⁠ there was no⁠‍⁠ reason.

Was​​ Aint stronger than​ a Royal Knight?⁠ No.

But‌‌ in that instant,⁠​ Fernan realized the⁠‍‍ source of his⁠ unease.

‘Kimaris…⁠​ the prophecy book‌ never mentioned him.’​⁠‌

Kimaris​‌ wasn’t one of‌‍⁠ the demons named‌⁠ in the prophetic‌ grimoire.

Nor⁠ was this situation.​

Maybe‍ he’d appear in‍‍⁠ the future, but⁠ until now, he⁠ had never shown‌ up in any​ vision.

A complete unknown. Since‍ he’d obtained the​‌ book, it was⁠ the first time‍ he’d faced something⁠‍ like this.

Until​ now, even when‍⁠‍ the future changed,‌⁠ it was always‍​‍ within the same⁠ framework; things that​ already existed, just​ with slight variations.‌‍​

Not‍‍⁠ now.

That’s‍ what scared him⁠‍ so much.

He⁠‍ bit his lips​​‌ hard.

‘Since⁠ when have I clung so much⁠‌‌ to the prophecy…?’⁠

Knowing‍‌ the future was⁠ useful, even if⁠⁠‌ it was a terrible future, because​​ it gave time⁠​⁠ to prepare.

That’s‍ how he’d managed⁠​ to change fate‌ and stop the‍‌‍ corrupt and the⁠ demons.

But​‍⁠ relying too much​ on an uncertain‍⁠​ future was foolish.⁠⁠⁠ Clinging to it‌‌⁠ could ruin everything.⁠‍⁠

‘Hiring‍ the mercenary king⁠ was all I could do.’

That⁠ was his best‍​‍ move at the​ time.

What‌ more could he‌⁠ ask for? Even⁠⁠ if he went,⁠‌ what could he⁠‍⁠ do?

“…You’re‌⁠ right, Luina.”

Fernan​‌ ran a hand⁠‍ through his hair,‌ pushing it back.‌

“First​ we have to⁠‍‍ hold out here.”⁠

Because​‌ it wouldn’t be‍‌‌ easy either. The‍⁠⁠ ten thousand demons‍‍ before them weren’t​ weak.

They‍​‍ were too many‌ in number, and​‌‌ it couldn’t be​​⁠ said they were‌⁠ weaker in strength.⁠

“GRRRAAAH!”‍​‌

“It’s‌⁠​ a Barka!”

In⁠‌​ the distance, a fourth-rank demon appeared.⁠​ Fernan gripped his​ staff. The scene‌ reminded him of⁠ when they transported‍ the World Tree‌⁠ branch.

That‌‌⁠ monster had been‌ too much for‍​‌ him back then.​

“The⁠ natural enemy of‌ golems…”

He‍‌ had lost several​​ of them that⁠‌ day.

“What‌‍ are you saying?​⁠ Enemy of the​ golems?”

“I⁠‍ still remember. There‌‍ were four! Exactly​ four. Isn’t that‍​‌ right, Hyde?”

“Yes.‌⁠ There were four.”⁠‍

Rumble!​⁠

A mountain of rocks‍‍ rose, taking the​ shape of a giant.

It​⁠ wasn’t a golem,​‍ or anything of‍‌‌ the sort. Just​⁠​ Fernan infusing mana​⁠ into rocks to‌‌ give them form.​‌

Even‍‌⁠ so—

Crash!‍⁠⁠

It‌⁠ blocked the Barka’s⁠‌ charge.

Boom!⁠

Even⁠ counterattacking with its‍‍​ fist, the Barka’s⁠‌ body staggered.

“He‌​⁠ stopped it.”

It‌ wasn’t just Aint⁠​ who had faced‌ demons, the corrupt,‍‍‍ and infernal creatures.‌‌

Fernan‍ had been there⁠​ too, always preparing‌​ before anyone else.‌⁠⁠

“I‍ haven’t been sitting​ idle.”

Even‍ if his priority⁠‍‍ was protecting Aint,⁠‍⁠ he had never⁠ neglected his own‍​‍ training.

Because‍ he knew only‌​ he could protect‍‌⁠ what was his.​‍‌

That’s‌ why now he⁠‍ could do what‌‌‍ he couldn’t before.‍‍

Before,⁠⁠ not even with‌​‍ golems could he​⁠ stop a Barka.‍ Now, with just​​ animated rocks, he‌​‌ had done it.​‌

His‌​​ earth magic was‍ stronger, firmer, more‌‍ flexible.

Enough,​ even if just​​⁠ for a few‍​ seconds, to contain​ a Barka’s charge.⁠

Maybe‌‍‌ not enough against⁠‍⁠ a demon.

“But⁠‌‌ against you, it’s‌‌‍ enough to avenge​ my golems!”

The⁠ rocks collapsed, enveloping‍⁠ the Barka’s entire⁠‌‍ body.

The‍ creature struggled in⁠⁠‌ vain.

And⁠‍‍ in that instant—‍⁠‍

Slash!⁠​‌

A sword of blue‍⁠​ aura sliced off‍‍ its head.

“Please‍ explain yourself! What​ have you been⁠‍‌ saying this whole⁠​‌ time?”

The‌ owner of the​‌⁠ sword was, of​​‍ course, Luina. The‍ true genius who⁠⁠⁠ had grown a hundred times faster⁠​ than Fernan.

After‍ beheading the Barka,‌⁠ Luina leaped back⁠​ to the wall.​

“What⁠ I’m saying…”

Fernan‍ extended his staff‌ forward.

“Is‍⁠ that you’d better​ protect me well,‌⁠⁠ Luina. If I get so much‍‍ as a scratch,​​‍ I’ll be charging⁠⁠ you for damages.”‍‌

“Even⁠ now you’re still​ joking?!”

Luina​ shouted at him‍‍⁠ indignantly.

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