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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Upon‌⁠‍ arriving by ship​‍‌ at the port​ city of Ramons,‌‌ in Frazia, Fernan⁠​⁠ first secured lodging.‌‌‌

“You’re‌‍ saying the mercenaries‍​‍ who were helping​​ us are in⁠‍ Ramons?”

“Yes.”‍‍

During​⁠ the journey, he⁠‍ had overheard what⁠ had happened in⁠​ Frazia.

‘Did‌‌‌ they use the‌‌‍ mercenaries to sweep​⁠ the corrupted hideouts?’‌‌

While​ they were tracking⁠ leads, they had⁠‍ been stalled by⁠ an obstacle—just when​‌ Fernan’s letter had‌‍ arrived.

Just‍⁠ in case, the​⁠ mercenaries had continued​ searching for traces.‌‌

In‌ other words, they⁠ were waiting to‍​ be contacted by​‍ the mercenaries they​ had previously spoken‌⁠‍ with.

“In​ Frazia, mercenaries have⁠‌​ far greater power‌ and numbers than‌‍​ I expected. They‌ were very useful.”‌⁠

It‍ made sense. Although​ Frazia was a large country, its⁠ territories were so‍ vast and full‍ of unexplored areas‌ that the kingdom‌‌⁠ couldn’t manage them‌ all.

A sick giant. What⁠‍ little strength it‍ had was propped⁠⁠ up by mercenary‌⁠‌ recruitment thanks to‍ its abundant resources,​ and naturally the⁠​ power of the​ mercenaries grew.

Probably⁠​ nowhere else in‍​​ the world did‌ mercenary power rival⁠​​ that of Frazia.⁠​‌

‘The​ nobles in Frazia‌ who turned out⁠ to be corrupted⁠⁠ must be desperate‌‌ now.’

Frazia​⁠‌ wasn’t a country​‌ where nobles were‍ weak, but they⁠​​ weren’t strong enough‍‍ to face the⁠ disciple of the​ King of Mercenaries​⁠​ either.

At⁠​ least within Frazia,‌ no noble held‌​⁠ more power than‌‌​ the King of‍ Mercenaries himself.

That​‌ Aint was traveling​ with Varus had⁠​⁠ been a smart⁠‍⁠ decision.

Though‍⁠ even without that,⁠⁠ no lunatic would‌​ dare harm the‌​‌ enemy of demons,​‍ the symbol of‍ the Empire, and‍‌ the person the⁠ whole of humanity​‌ was watching.

Aint⁠ dying in Frazia?​‍

The‍ demons themselves would​‌‌ rejoice, and the‍‌‌ Empire would immediately‌ hold Frazia responsible.⁠

“Didn’t‍ you receive an⁠⁠ invitation from the⁠ king? He can’t⁠ possibly be unaware​​ that you’ve been‍‌ hunting the corrupted​‌‌ in Frazia.”

“I‌ actually saw him​⁠‌ once. He just‍​ thanked me for⁠​​ working in favor⁠ of the kingdom.”‌⁠

That​ he said no⁠ more was strange.‍

A king realizing his​‌ country harbored corrupted​​ individuals, and only‍‌ reacting like that?​ It was a lukewarm response.

“Wasn’t‍‌ he corrupted?”

“I‌ couldn’t directly check​⁠ his insides with‍‌ aura, but at⁠⁠​ least outwardly he⁠⁠‌ didn’t seem like‌​ it.”

‘Maybe‌⁠​ he’s just too​​‍ old.’

The​ king of Frazia​‌ was already over‍‍⁠ eighty, and he​ was neither knight⁠ nor mage.

More​‍‌ accurately, he was‌ bedridden, just waiting‍‍ for death.

“And​ the crown prince,‍⁠ did you meet​​‌ him?”

“The⁠‍ crown prince…”

As‍‌ they ate and⁠‍ talked, a group‍‍‌ entered the dining‌‍‌ hall.

Leather‍​ armor, weapons hanging‍⁠ everywhere, a rough​​​ air. They were‌​ textbook mercenaries.

“Fernan,‍‌ that’s them.”

There​‌ were three of​‌‍ them. Each commanded‍⁠⁠ a company of⁠⁠ over fifty men.​

“Sir​‍ Aint, it’s an‌⁠‍ honor to see‍​ you again.”

“Thank‍ you for calling‍‍‍ on us again.”⁠​

“We⁠​ heard you earned​ great merit in‍‍ the north.”

After‌ greeting Aint, Aria,‍‌⁠ and Verian, the‍⁠ mercenaries turned their​ attention to the‍‌ unfamiliar man among​ them.

“I’m‍‌ Fernan Pellenberg.”

“Fernan⁠​ Pellenberg? No way,‌‍ you’re that Fernan⁠⁠​ Pellenberg!”

“P-pleasure‌⁠ to meet you,‌‌⁠ I’m Rick Petra,‍‍ leader of the​‍ Griffin Company.”

“It’s⁠ an honor. I’m​​ Roderick Fisher, head‍‍ of the Blue‌ Wolf Company.”

They‍‍ introduced themselves one⁠​ by one.

Mercenaries,‍⁠ as loyal to​‌​ money as merchants—or⁠ more so—naturally reacted‌ with enthusiasm.

‘Roderick⁠ Fisher?’

That‍‍ name felt especially⁠​ familiar.

Fernan⁠ remembered instantly.

‘Yes,​‍‍ he was on‌ the list of​⁠‌ suspected corrupted individuals⁠ my father gave‌​ me.’

Though‍‌‍ he didn’t give‍​ it much importance.⁠⁠⁠

The‌ list included practically‍ anyone with any‌ recent achievements, so‍ it was overly⁠⁠ broad.

Even​​‌ so, it was‍ inevitable that he⁠ paid closer attention‌‍⁠ to him.

‘He⁠ has presence…’

In‍ fact, among the​⁠ three, Roderick exuded​‍⁠ the most notable‍⁠ strength.

‘But​​ if Aint has‌‌‍ been with him​​ for a while,‍ then he can’t​‌ be corrupted…’

Not‍⁠‍ a guaranteed seal​⁠ of approval, but‍ at least an‍⁠​ initial filter.

‘If⁠ anything’s off, it’ll‍ eventually show itself.’‌​⁠

With‍ that thought, Fernan⁠‌⁠ finished his greeting.​‍⁠

After‌‌ the introductions, Aint‌ got straight to‍​‍ the point.

“How‌‌​ was Frazia while‍​ I was gone?”⁠‌‍

“No‍‌ notable incidents.”

“Yeah,⁠ though we were‍‍‍ surprised by how​​‍ many corrupted there​ were in Frazia,‍‌ so we did⁠⁠‍ a bit of‌⁠ our own investigating…”‍⁠

They‌⁠ began recounting what‌‍‍ had happened.

Then‍‍‍ Fernan noticed something⁠ protruding from Roderick’s⁠ armor.

“Is​‌ that a book?‍‍‍ Looks expensive.”

“Yes,‍ it is.”

“Roderick‌‍‍ always carries a book on his‍ chest. He’s a little weird that​‌ way.”

One‍ of the other​ mercenaries chimed in,⁠ laughing.

“A​‍ mercenary with an‍‍​ orc’s face always⁠ carrying a book—it’s‍‌‍ strange, isn’t it?”‌‌​

Roderick​⁠‌ let out an‌​​ awkward laugh.

“I​⁠‌ don’t think it’s‍‍ strange. Nobody said‌⁠ mercenaries can’t read.​ I wish more⁠‍⁠ did.”

After‍‌ all, the Golden‌ Turtle Guild also​​​ dealt in books.​‍‌

“It‍ was a keepsake‍ from my mother.​ She always carried​‍ it—until one day‍‍ it stopped a knife and saved‌‍ my life.”

“No⁠‌‍ wonder you always‌‍ carry one. Is⁠ that particular book​ the keepsake?”

“No,‍ this isn’t it.⁠ But ever since,⁠ I can’t feel​​‌ at ease unless​‍ I have a book with me.​⁠ It’s like my​‌‍ own artifact. It​​​ doesn’t do anything,‌​ but still.”

He⁠‍ added one more‌‌‍ note.

“Even‌​ so, this time​ I found something‌⁠ valuable thanks to‍‍⁠ it.”

“Something‌‍ valuable?”

“Yes.‍ I couldn’t just⁠⁠​ sit by and⁠​ watch the corrupted‌‍ move through my⁠‌​ zone. So I followed some traces⁠ and found this.”‌​

He⁠ opened the book‍ and pulled out⁠ a map, burned‍​​ on one corner.‌

“I⁠ found it while‌ rechecking one of‍ the corrupted hideouts​​ after you all‌‌‌ left.”

“It’s‍‍ scorched.”

“Yeah,​‌​ they destroyed almost​‍⁠ all the documents‌‌‌ before fleeing. But​‍ this one fell⁠ between some rocks,​⁠​ and the wind‍⁠​ caught it there.”‌​

The⁠⁠⁠ map marked five​​​ hideouts.

If⁠‌ the corrupted had‍⁠​ already fled, it‌⁠‍ might be useless.‌‌‌ But if not,‍‌​ it was a huge find.

Of‌‍​ course, it could​⁠⁠ also be a trap.

Even‍ so, they weren’t‍ too concerned.

‘With⁠‌ this power, even​⁠⁠ if it is​​ a trap, we⁠ can handle it.’‍

Aint⁠ had already absorbed⁠⁠ the power of‌ the demonic egg.⁠​​ It was unthinkable⁠​‌ that mere corrupted⁠ could defeat him.‍‍

‘Though⁠‌​ just in case,‍‍ we should reinforce⁠ the squad with​​ more mercenaries…’

“Fernan.⁠ I think we‌‌​ should go check​ it out.”

“Yes,⁠ I think so‍ too.”

Fernan‍​‌ handed Roderick a small pouch.

“For‌‍‌ the information. If‍ it checks out​ and we get‍​‌ results, you’ll get​‌⁠ more.”

“I‍⁠​ swear loyalty to‍ you!”

“Not⁠‍ to me. Wasn’t‍⁠‍ your loyalty supposed‌⁠⁠ to be to⁠‌‌ money?”

“Well,⁠ right now it‌ is.”

“I‌‍ like you.”

Fernan‌‌‍ read pure greed⁠‌‌ in his eyes.‍​‍

‘Those‌​​ who follow only​⁠‌ money are the⁠‍‌ most trustworthy.’

Sure,​​‌ there could always​⁠ be a bigger​​ offer—but no one⁠​ had more money‍‍​ than the Pellenberg.‍​​

That’s‌‌ why Fernan valued‍⁠ mercenaries.

‘And​​‍ besides, it’s wise‍ to strengthen ties‍‍‍ with the King‌ of Mercenaries.’

It‌​‍ cost a fortune‌ every time, but​ there was no⁠‍ safer card to​​ play.

Fernan‌‌⁠ leaned toward Aint⁠‍ and whispered.

“Among‌ the mercenaries, who’s‌‌ the most worthwhile?”‍‍

“Roderick‍ Fisher. Of all⁠ I’ve seen, he’s​ the strongest.”

“I‍​⁠ see.”

“Keep⁠⁠ good relations with​⁠​ as many mercenaries‌⁠ as you can.⁠ They’ll always be‍⁠ useful to have⁠‍ around.”

“Of​‌‌ course—though we should‌ first check there’s​‍​ nothing suspicious.”

“I’ll‌​​ handle that.”

“I’d​‌ appreciate it, but…‍ I don’t have⁠ any money…”

“Money?‌​ And you’re saying⁠​‌ that to me?”⁠​⁠

“I‌‌ wouldn’t be able‌⁠‌ to pay you​‍​ back.”

“When⁠‌ we’re done with⁠​ the demons, you’ll‌⁠ have the means.”‍‍​

“…Are​​ you saying—?”

Aint‍ looked at him‍‌ in surprise. Fernan⁠​ shook his head.​​‌

“This⁠‍ isn’t something to​⁠ talk about here.”​‌‌

And‌‌⁠ so, following the‌​​ lead of Roderick​‍ Fisher, they marched‍​‍ to attack one​ of the corrupted‌‍ hideouts on the​‌‌ outskirts of Frazia.‍⁠⁠

***​‍‌

“It’s‌​⁠ a raid!”

“It’s​‍ Aint Armian! Run!”‌‌​

“Damn​‍ it!”

The‌ hideout was real,‌‍‌ and the corrupted,​ having not anticipated‌ the attack, fell⁠‌ into chaos.

“Unlike‌​⁠ the others, this​​‌ one is much​​‌ less prepared. Maybe‌ we can follow‌​ a bigger trail.”​

Aint,‌⁠⁠ excited, spread his‌​ holy light and‌ began cutting down‌​⁠ the corrupted and⁠ demonic beasts.

Aria,⁠​ Verian, Fernan, and‍‌ the mercenaries followed‍‌ behind him.

For‌ a good while,‍​⁠ screams filled the​⁠ hideout.

While​ everyone fought, someone​⁠ slipped away silently‌⁠‌ toward the deepest⁠​‍ part.

It⁠⁠​ was Roderick.

Upon‌‍‌ entering a hidden‍‍ room, someone waiting‍⁠‌ for him in‍‍ the shadows bowed‌​ their head.

“Has⁠‌ he arrived?”

“This‍ time I confirmed‍ it. The problem​‍​ was Fernan Pellenberg.”​‌

Fernan⁠‍ wasn’t always at​⁠‍ Aint’s side.

But​ every time Aint​ fought the corrupted,‌⁠ Fernan was there.‌ Even against Andromalius.⁠​​

And‌ all of those⁠​‍ operations had ended⁠ in failure.

“It​ can’t be a coincidence.”

Once​ could be. But‍‌​ twice, three times‍‌‍ in a row—never.⁠⁠‍

“I‌‍ was wrong from​​‌ the beginning.”

They⁠ had considered Aint‍ Armian the main​​⁠ enemy, the one​ pulling the strings,‌ and Fernan Pellenberg‌‌⁠ just a supporting⁠ figure.

That​‍⁠ wasn’t the case.‍‌‌

As‌‌⁠ could be seen​ even in their‌‍ conversations, the one‍ calling the shots‍​‍ was Fernan.

With⁠⁠​ the money and‌‌ power of House⁠​ Pellenberg, he was‍ the one guiding‍ Aint.

“If​‍ they don’t even⁠‍ know who the​ real target is,⁠​ it’s no wonder​ everything’s gone wrong…”‍‍‍

Andromalius,​‌ the other plans‍ meant to throw‌‍​ the continent into​‍⁠ chaos.

You​‍​ couldn’t compare a fallen noble like‌‍‍ Armian to the⁠‌ richest house on‍‌ the continent—Pellenberg.

“Fernan⁠⁠⁠ Pellenberg… damn you,⁠​‌ not even devouring​​ you whole would⁠ be enough.”

Rage‌ flared up like‌​⁠ fire.

If​‌​ not for him,‌‍ Aint Armian would⁠⁠​ already be dead.‌‍ The continent would⁠‌‍ be divided and‌ drowning in chaos.‌​

Things⁠⁠ would have turned​‌⁠ out very differently.‌‍

“…Not‍⁠‌ yet. All is‌ not lost.”

Though⁠⁠‍ Andromalius and Kimaris‍ had died, in‍‌ the grand scheme⁠‍‌ of all the‍ demons, it wasn’t⁠⁠ a decisive blow.⁠​‌

They‍​‌ had prepared in‍ the cradle of​ the Empire, the‍ Academy, had failed‌‍ many times, but‌ there were still‌ many seeds scattered‌‌​ across the continent.⁠‌⁠

If‌ those took root,‍ the plan wouldn’t⁠ stray too far‌​ off course.

“That’s‍‌​ why we should⁠ have eliminated him‌⁠ earlier…”

He‍​⁠ only regretted that​ the plan hadn’t⁠ been completed during‍⁠ the Continental Academic‌‌ Conference.

“Gather‍ all possible information‌⁠‍ about Fernan Pellenberg’s​ actions. In a sense, he might​‍ be an even‌⁠‌ bigger problem than​ Aint Armian himself.”​

“Yes.”‍

The​ subordinate bowed his​‌ head.

“For⁠ now, cooperate and​⁠ earn their trust…”‌⁠

When‌ the time comes,‍ they’ll cut off​​ both their heads‍ in a single‌ strike—Aint Armian and⁠‍​ Fernan Pellenberg.

Then​⁠‍ the continent, without‍⁠ hope, won’t withstand‌‌‍ the even greater​‍ chaos that is‍‍ coming.

“For​‌ that, first…”

He‌ had to diligently⁠⁠​ earn the favor​​‌ of Aint and‍ Fernan.

“Where’s​‌ the next hideout?”​‌

“I​⁠‌ had one leaked‍‍ elsewhere, and I have the other‌ one with me.⁠ That’s all there‍ is.”

“If‌‌ Kimaris, who returned‌‌ broken and defeated,​‍‍ found out, he⁠ wouldn’t rest even‍​⁠ in hell. Khuhuhu.”‍​​

Though‌⁠ the Kimaris who​ would be reborn⁠⁠ would no longer⁠⁠​ be the same.‍​⁠

Roderick​​ Fisher let out‍ a laugh.

“See‍⁠​ you.”

“Yes,‍ thanks for everything.‌ The secret passage‍‍​ is under that​‍ desk. Someone else​ has entered—chase and​‌ catch them.”

Slash—​

“Sir⁠​‌ Fernan! Sir Aint!⁠‍⁠ There’s a corrupted​​ here!”

With‌‍‍ one slash, he‍ cut the man’s‌ throat and shouted‌​ loudly.

As⁠​‍ he returned the⁠ way he came,‍⁠‌ he didn’t notice‌ something.

— Kyu?

In⁠⁠‌ the place where⁠⁠ he disappeared, something‌ rolling among the‍‌⁠ stones glowed with‌⁠ lit-up eyes and​ began to rise.‌

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