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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 131

Chapter 131

The​‍‌ count, after dealing⁠‌ with the egg,‍‌‌ took charge of‍‌ the cleanup operations.‌

Bercheff‌‌‍ had not defended⁠‍ its territory with‌⁠⁠ its own forces‍ alone.

Without‍ the help of‍‍ the Mercenary King,​​‌ they would never⁠​ have defeated Kimaris.​‍

Without‌‌‍ the reinforcements from‍‍ the Cult of⁠‍⁠ the Dragon God,‍⁠ the walls would​ have fallen.

And,⁠‌ above all, without‌​‍ Fernan—who hired the‍⁠⁠ Mercenary King and‌‍ held the line⁠​ with golems until‌ reinforcements arrived—that hopeful​​​ outcome would never⁠‌ have been possible.‌⁠‍

Even‍‌​ though the Empire​​ had an emperor,‍ in practice, the‌​ nobles were little⁠​ less than kings​‌ over their own​⁠​ domains.

The​​⁠ Armian Empire was‌​​ a mosaic of‌‌ hundreds of states,‌⁠‌ and every favor‌‌ received had to⁠ be repaid with‌​‌ appropriate compensation.

Those⁠⁠ who offered help​ had the right⁠‌ to demand it.‌

However,​ Bercheff’s situation wasn’t⁠ too bad.

The‍‍ Cult of the‍ Dragon God, which‌⁠‍ under normal conditions‍​ would have demanded‌⁠ an immense price,​ was content with​ taking half of‌ the beast corpses‌‍ scattered beyond the‍‍ wall.

“That‍​⁠ the egg was​ destroyed…”

The‍​​ priests of the⁠​‍ cult left crying,‍ but resigned.

“I​​ have nothing to‌ negotiate with you.​ You’re not my⁠‌ employer.”

The​‍​ Mercenary King also‍ demanded nothing. He‍‌⁠ had no right​ to.

Thus,​ the only ones‌ with whom Bercheff⁠⁠ needed to settle​‌‌ accounts were Fernan​ and House Pellenberg.⁠

***‌‌‌

In‍ the audience chamber⁠​​ of Bercheff’s castle,‌ Fernan sat facing⁠ the count.

“Speak,‍​ Fernan Pellenberg.”

It​‌ was the count⁠ who opened the⁠‍ conversation. Fernan took​‌ a sip of⁠ his hot coffee‍​ before speaking.

“First‌ of all, we‍​ will provide the‌⁠ materials to repair​​‍ the wall free‍ of charge.”

“Free?⁠‌ I suppose you​​ mean you’ll sell​ them.”

“No.‌​⁠ Free.”

“Free…”​⁠

The⁠‍‍ count frowned. An​ offer like that​‍‍ couldn’t be refused,‌‍ but it could​‍ only mean that‍‍ a massive request‌⁠ was coming.

“What‍⁠ are you aiming‌ to get with​‍‌ so much preamble?”‍‍

“We​‌⁠ don’t want much.”​

“Then‌‌ say it already.⁠ As long as⁠ you don’t ask⁠ for half of⁠​‍ Bercheff, I can​ accept almost anything.”⁠

In​​‍ other circumstances, they​‍​ would have fought​⁠‍ over every detail‌⁠ in a tough​‌⁠ negotiation. But Bercheff⁠ had received too‌⁠⁠ much.

Still,⁠ he wasn’t willing‍ to give everything‍​ away without hearing⁠ first.

“Then‍ I’ll be direct.‍ I want exclusive‌⁠ distribution rights for⁠‍‍ Bercheff’s weapons and‍⁠ armor across the​​‌ continent.”

Bercheff’s‌​⁠ weapons were famous‌‌ throughout the Empire,‌ but they had‌‍‌ always strictly controlled‌​ their exports. The‍ threat of monsters‌‌‍ and demons didn’t​‌ allow them to⁠‌ divert resources, and​​ they didn’t produce‌ enough to sell‍ surpluses anyway.

“Even‌ if the number⁠ of monsters has​‌ decreased, there’s still‍‍⁠ danger. We don’t⁠​⁠ have the capacity‌ to produce more.”​‍

“Then‌‍​ we’ll invest.”

“You‌​ want to steal‍⁠⁠ our technology?”

“No.‌⁠ Just invest.”

At⁠​‌ heart, Fernan did‌ want to acquire‍⁠ their forging techniques,⁠​​ but he knew‌⁠‌ they would never​ hand them over.‍​

“Expand‍‌‌ the workshops with‌ Pellenberg money. We’ll​‌​ only take a share of the‌⁠‍ stocks and profits.‍​ Everything else will‍‌‌ remain Bercheff’s.”

The⁠ count snorted.

“Pellenberg​⁠ signing a deal​ where they don’t‌ lose anything?”

“It’s⁠‌ not a loss.”‍‌‍

“What‌ do you really​⁠‍ want?”

Fernan,‌⁠ who had already​⁠‍ exchanged letters with​ his father, revealed⁠⁠​ the key proposal.⁠‌⁠

“The⁠⁠ rights to exploit⁠​ all the mines‌⁠​ in the wastelands.”​

“…The‌ wastelands?”

Bercheff‍‌ had always been‌‌⁠ besieged by monsters.‌⁠⁠ Between its fortresses​‌ and cities stretched‌ a vast undeveloped‍ territory, reserved as‌‌⁠ a buffer zone⁠‍ and for evacuations.‍‍‍

An‍‍ area as large‌ as a small⁠‍ kingdom, with not‍‍​ a single village​‌ or mining operation.‌​

But‍‍ it wasn’t useless‌​‍ land. Old research‍ from the Golden​⁠‌ Turtle Company revealed‍ that it contained​ enormous reserves of​‍‍ resources untouched by​‍ human hands.

“All​‌ of them?”

“Yes,‍‍‌ all. And I believe we’ve earned‌​ it.”

The‍ count laughed bitterly.⁠‌

“I’d‍⁠ never considered it,​ but that’s a shrewd request.”

War‍​ was inevitable. Kimaris‍⁠ wouldn’t be the‌⁠​ last demon, and⁠⁠‌ one day another⁠​‍ horde would march‌⁠ across the continent.‌

And‍‌ war devoured resources—food,‍ horses, weapons.

The⁠ essential element was‌‍ minerals to forge⁠ weapons.

‘Extract‍‍ ore from the‌⁠‌ wastelands, forge weapons⁠⁠ in Bercheff’s workshops,‍​‌ and distribute them​​ with the Golden‍​‌ Turtle’s seal. Plus,‍ with the reputation‌‌​ that Bercheff’s swords‍‍ killed a demon.’​

It‌‌ was a guaranteed‌ business that could⁠​ only prosper.

The​ count understood.

“Fine.‍‌⁠ The demons will‍‍‌ return, and there​ will be war.‍ It’s not bad⁠⁠ for Bercheff to‌⁠‍ have a stake‌‌ in it too.”​⁠‌

The‍⁠ important thing would‍ be to define‍ percentages—the workshop shares,⁠ the mine taxes.‌​‍

“Then‌​ let’s negotiate.”

The‍ discussion lasted two​‌ days.

***‍

When⁠ it ended, the‌⁠ count called for​ his daughter.

“Luina.”⁠

“Yes,‍ Father.”

“I’ve‍ handed over Bercheff’s‍‌ foundation to that​‍ man.”

It⁠ wasn’t entirely true,‌ but he had​⁠‌ given more than⁠‌‌ he would have⁠​​ in any other‍​‍ situation.

“Now‍ it’s your turn‍⁠ to get it‌‍‍ back.”

“Me?‍ How…?”

“A​‍ marriage with the‌ Pellenbergs…”

“…I’m‍⁠ not thinking about⁠‍ marriage yet. I want to become​‌ a Royal Knight.”‍

“I‌‍ see you’re not​⁠‌ denying it.”

“I…”‍​

Luina’s​‍​ face flushed red.‌⁠​

***​‍

‘I⁠‍​ thought we could‌ drag it out​ for at least‌ a week, but​⁠​ it ended quickly.’​⁠

In‍ the end, hiring​ the Mercenary King‌ had been the‌ most decisive move.‍⁠

Without‌‍​ him, the count‍ wouldn’t have ended⁠ up negotiating—he’d have⁠ been beheaded by⁠ Kimaris’s sword.

In​‌ any case, with​‌‌ this, Fernan and‍⁠​ House Pellenberg had⁠‍ extracted everything they​ could from Bercheff.‌‍

They‌‌‍ could have squeezed‍⁠​ out even more,⁠⁠⁠ but maintaining good‍‍‍ relations with the‍‍ count and with‍‍ Luina was better.⁠⁠

And‍ as for the‍​⁠ Mercenary King—

“It‌‍‍ was a satisfactory​​⁠ deal.”

“I’m‌‌​ glad you think‌​ so.”

Where⁠ there are gains,‌​ there are also‍‌⁠ losses.

Claiming​‍​ he had fought‌ a demon, the​‍ Mercenary King tried‍‍‌ to charge an⁠ outrageous sum.

He⁠​ called it a “standard price,” although‌ there was no‌‌ precedent—it was the‍​ first time anyone‍​‍ had accepted a demon-hunting job, so​‍ the standard was‌ whatever he said‌‌ it was.

Fernan‍⁠ tried to lower‍⁠ it as much‌‌‍ as possible, but⁠​ cutting it down⁠ too much was‍ impossible.

He⁠​‌ wasn’t just any‌​ mercenary; he was​ the Mercenary King,‌​ and he had​ killed a demon.‍‍⁠

Besides,⁠‍⁠ for the future,⁠​ it was worth‍‌ accepting some loss.‍‌

“So​ now I want⁠⁠​ your answer.”

“Is​‍‌ it certain more‌‌‌ demons will appear?”⁠

“Not‌​ certain yet, but​⁠⁠ we judge it​‌⁠ very likely.”

“And‍​ was it really‍‍ necessary to involve​​‍ me? This time​‍‌ there was no​ other choice, but⁠‍⁠ House Pellenberg could‌ have handled it⁠⁠‍ alone.”

Fernan‍‍‍ knew that, after​‌ this, his house​‍‌ could defeat a demon on its‌⁠ own—especially with Aint’s⁠‌​ help.

But⁠‍ there was no⁠‌‌ reason for them‍‌‍ to shoulder all‍​ the burden alone.⁠

“If​‍ it were within‌​ Pellenberg’s territory, yes.‌⁠ But outside…”

“Right,‍ you’re correct. And⁠‌‌ after this, there’ll‌⁠​ be fools who⁠⁠ think two Royal‍‌‌ Knights are enough⁠⁠‍ to defeat a demon.”

A demon had officially⁠ appeared for the​‌ first time in​​ a thousand years.‍‌⁠

The⁠⁠‍ entire continent was‍ on alert.

But‍​ some were deluding‌‍ themselves into thinking‍​‍ it wasn’t that‍ serious, because Kimaris‍ had fallen to​‍ just two Royal​ Knights.

They⁠‌‍ said—

‘Humanity‍ has progressed in‍‌ a thousand years.‍‍​ Maybe we can‍‌ face the demons.’​⁠​

Nonsense.‌‌‌

Only‍ someone who had⁠‍ never seen one‍‍‍ could believe that.‍‍

‘What​ happens with the⁠ other 62 if⁠⁠‌ it takes two⁠‍ knights for just‍ one?’

But‌​⁠ there were plenty‌​ of such fools.​⁠⁠

“As‌⁠‍ for me, I have no complaints.​ It’s been a long time since⁠​ a battle made‌ my heart tremble.⁠⁠ And I was‌⁠ well paid. I can’t ask for⁠​ more as a mercenary.”

Plus,‌ his fame was‌​‍ skyrocketing—the Mercenary King​ who had slain​ a demon.

His‍‍‌ authority in the⁠⁠ guild was greater​‌​ than ever.

“But‍‌ next time, don’t‍‌‍ count on me⁠‍‌ if there are‍‌‌ only two Royal‌ Knights or one⁠‍ Archmage. I won’t​⁠ take that kind‌ of risk again.”⁠

“I​‌​ know. If they⁠⁠ hadn’t trained together‌⁠‌ for years, they​ wouldn’t have managed⁠‍ it.”

Fernan⁠‍⁠ understood it wasn’t​ because they were​ two Royal Knights—it⁠‍ was because it​‍ was those two:‍⁠‌ the count and⁠‌ the Mercenary King.‍‍

“By⁠ the way, is‌‌ Varus okay?”

The‍‍ Mercenary King hesitated‌‍ for a moment‍ before sneering.

“Yes.⁠‌​ Someone made sure⁠ he had enough‍‍ to cover the⁠⁠‌ medical expenses.”

In​⁠​ truth, that hadn’t​‍‌ happened.

It‍⁠‍ was just another‍‍ way of saying​‍ “let’s forget about​ Varus.”

Fernan⁠⁠ smiled contentedly as‍​ he saw him‍ off.

‘Now‌‌​ all that’s left‌‍​ is Aint.’

Had⁠‌ he already returned​⁠‍ from Frazia?

‘If‌ not…’

Tap,⁠⁠ tap. Fernan tapped⁠ the table with​ his fingers.

***​‍

【A‌⁠​ demon invades Bercheff!​ It’s no longer⁠ a thing of‍‌‌ a thousand years‌ ago!】

【Aint‍‌‌ Armian, the name​​ that stands against‍‍⁠ the demons.】

【A‌ giant black knight​⁠⁠ on horseback, identified​‍ as Demon Number‍ 66, Kimaris…】

【Bercheff⁠⁠ withstood the assault—ten​ thousand monsters struck​ its walls, but⁠⁠ they did not‌​‍ break through.】

【The​​‌ heroes who killed‌⁠ the demon: Count​‌ of Bercheff, Albinos⁠‌‌ Bercheff; Mercenary King,‌⁠ Garrett Schreiner; and‍​ Cardinal of the‍ Cult of the‌‌ Dragon God, Alby‍⁠ Gallian.】

“What‍⁠ a mess.”

Aria​‌‌ flipped through the⁠ newspapers as she‍ returned from Frazia​⁠ to the academy.​‌

From‌ the front page⁠⁠‍ to the last,⁠⁠ it was all​⁠‍ about the same⁠‍​ thing.

“No‍‌​ wonder Aint left⁠​‍ so quickly after‍‍ that letter.”

She‌⁠‍ hadn’t had time⁠ to explain anything​‍‍ to him, but⁠​⁠ there was no​ need—the whole world​‍ was shouting it.‌‍‍

“A‌​ demon… And it’s‌​⁠ already the second.​‍ Is this really⁠​​ okay?”

“Don’t‍‌‌ ask me.”

Verian,‌ eating roasted meat,⁠‌‍ replied indifferently.

“Who‌​​ else am I going to ask?‌‍‍ You’re here.”

“It’s​ not like you​‍ came to sit‍‍​ with me. You⁠‍ sat here on‌ your own.”

“You’re⁠‌ not going back​ home now either?”​⁠⁠

Verian‍ frowned and fell‌‌​ silent.

Since‍ receiving the letter‍ from his father,⁠​​ he could have​⁠ returned—but he hadn’t,‌‌ because Aint was​‌⁠ in Bercheff.

If⁠​‌ he went back‍⁠‌ now, what would‌⁠ people say?

“Why​​ are you returning​ to your family​‍ while Aint Armian‌‌ is gaining fame‌⁠‍ in Bercheff?”

He‍⁠⁠ needed to wait‌ for Aint, coordinate‌​‌ with him.

“And‌​ you? Why aren’t‌ you going home?”⁠

Of‍‍ the students, only​‍‌ Aint had permission​​ to use the‍​ transport circle to​ Bercheff.

The‍ rest had stayed⁠ behind at the‌⁠‍ academy.

Valoshi‌‌⁠ had already returned‍​‌ to Bienderk.

Aria‌ and Verian remained​‍‍ at the academy.​

Varus​‍ was on leave.‌

“There’s⁠⁠‍ still no direct​⁠‌ circle to Fridian.”​‌​

“So‍ you’re afraid of⁠ boats.”

Elves’‌⁠⁠ weakness to the‍ sea was well‍‌ known.

“…I⁠ can travel by​​​ boat.”

“Well⁠ then, never mind.”⁠‍

Aria⁠ was quiet for‍ a few seconds,⁠ then suddenly spoke.​

“Don’t‍⁠ you find it⁠ strange?”

“What?”‌

“Fernan.”⁠

She⁠⁠ popped a candy‍ in her mouth⁠ before continuing.

“This⁠‍ demon appeared in⁠‌​ Bercheff.”

Surprising,‍​ yes. But not‍⁠‌ so much after‍⁠ Andromalius. They already‌ knew that had​‍‍ only been the‍​ beginning.

What​⁠‌ was strange was⁠ that nearly all⁠ the incidents had​​‌ direct or indirect‌​‌ ties to Fernan.​‍

“When‌ I became corrupted,‌​‍ for example.”

“Shut⁠​⁠ up already.”

“When‍ he brought the​‍‌ World Tree branch.”⁠

“That‌⁠ was your fault,‍ not his.”

“And​‌ the Andromalius incident.”⁠‍​

“That‍‍‍ happened because you⁠ lost your mind.”‌‍‌

“As​‍​ if it was⁠ just me.”

Aria‌​​ kept talking without​‌⁠ concern.

“Also⁠‌ during the Academy‍‌ Congress, when he​​ helped Aint against​⁠⁠ the corrupted.”

“That​‍⁠ was an accident,⁠‌​ and he reacted‍⁠ as best he⁠ could. You were​⁠ there.”

“And​ now, the Bercheff‌ incident.”

“I⁠⁠⁠ heard Luina was‍‍‍ the one who⁠‌⁠ invited him…”

“Since‍ when are you​‌ Fernan’s fan?”

“I’m⁠ just telling the⁠ truth.”

“Then‌‌‍ what are you‌‍ implying? That Fernan⁠ is a corrupted?”‌

“Don’t​‍ be ridiculous! He’s⁠⁠ been eliminating corrupted.‍‍ That’s impossible.”

“Then?”​

“Fernan‌⁠ knows something about⁠‍‌ the demons. He​‍ has clues and‌ has been preparing.”​⁠

Otherwise,‍ how could he​ have created Wooden?‌⁠

A golem like that​ would take years‌​⁠ of preparation.

“How⁠‌ did he know‌‌⁠ the demons would‍⁠ return?”

Verian​⁠‌ shrugged.

“The⁠‌​ corrupted are everywhere‍‌‍ in the Empire.​​‌ Hunting them is‍⁠ proof enough. Pellenberg⁠‍​ figured it out‌ and prepared before‌​⁠ anyone else.”

“Hmm,​ maybe.”

That⁠ made him even​‌ more impressive.

“In⁠​‌ the end, is​ it just the‍⁠ Pellenbergs…?”

“Again⁠‍ with your connections?”​

“…Not​​ all prince-electors are⁠⁠ the same. Kalburdern​‍ never acknowledged me,‍ even after ten‌​ years.”

Aria‌​​ muttered bitterly.

“Among‍ students, friendships don’t⁠⁠‍ bear fruit right‍‌​ away.”

“But⁠ they do in‌‌‍ the future.”

Verian‌​ sensed there was​​​ something more behind‍ her words, but⁠​‍ didn’t press further.​​​

‘Prince-elector…’‌‌‌

His⁠​‌ father wanted that‍‌ title more than‍‌‌ anything.

He‍ wanted to take‌ it from the⁠ Armians—but with Aint⁠​ gaining fame and⁠‍​ slaying demons, everything⁠‌ had gone sideways.‌​‌

Right⁠ now, his father​ was surely seething‌⁠‍ with rage.

“What‌ I mean is,⁠‌⁠ Fernan sees farther‍⁠ than I thought.⁠⁠ So does Pellenberg.‌‍‌ It’s best we⁠‍⁠ stay close and​ take advantage of‍‍ whatever drops.”

“And⁠⁠⁠ why are you‍⁠ telling me?”

“Because‍‌‌ you’re already officially‍ on his side.​‍ If we do​‌‍ it together, it’s​‌​ less suspicious.”

At‍‍ that moment, the‍ dining hall door​​‍ opened.

“Ah,‍ there you are.‍⁠‍ Where’s Valoshi?”

“Aint?”⁠

“What⁠‌⁠ are you doing‍ here? Weren’t you​‌ in Bercheff?”

“I‍​‍ went. And I’m⁠ going back.”

“To‍‍ Bercheff?”

“No.⁠⁠‍ To Frazia.”

“Again?”‌‌

“Yes.”‍‌‌

Aint‌⁠ nodded.

“And‍⁠ this time with⁠ Fernan.”

“Fernan?”‍‌

Fernan‌‍‍ appeared behind him.​‌

“I​‍‍ see you’ve been‍ well.”

“Fernan!”⁠

Aria​⁠ jumped up and​ eagerly approached him.‍​‌

“So​⁠‍ happy to see‍‌​ you again.”

“It’s‍​⁠ only been a month.”

“A‍ month is a long time. So‍⁠​ you’re coming to‌‍ Frazia with us?”⁠

“Not‍​‌ just with you—all‌‍ of you.”

“That’s⁠ the same thing.⁠ I’m in. What‌ about you, Verian?‌ You’re not going⁠​ to reject the‌‍‌ man who saved​‌ us, are you?”‌‌⁠

“I​​ didn’t say anything!”​⁠‍

Verian​ exploded, as if‍⁠‍ someone had shot​ an arrow at​‍ him.

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