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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Starting‌⁠ with the rank⁠‍ 72 demon, Andromalius,‌ followed by the​​​ rank 70 demon,⁠⁠ Seir, the rank‌ 69 demon, Decarabia,‌​ and even the​ rank 66 demon,‍⁠ Kimaris.

Although​⁠‍ Seir and Decarabia‍⁠ were prevented from​⁠ descending thanks to‍ Fernan, the fact‍ that they had‍ come so close​‍ to doing so​ was undeniable.

It⁠‍⁠ hadn’t even been‌​ two years since‍‍⁠ he obtained the‍​‌ prophecy book, and​ already four demons‍⁠‌ had descended or​‌​ nearly done so.‍‍

The⁠ war against the​ demons was no​‌⁠ longer a matter⁠‌‌ of the distant​ future or a ridiculous fantasy.

That’s‍ why Fernan valued⁠‍‍ Aint even more.‍‌

‘The⁠ Aint of now​​ is strong.’

If​ Luina had the⁠‌ potential to become⁠‍‍ the next Royal‍​‍ Knight, in Fernan’s⁠ eyes, Aint was⁠​‍ someone with the⁠ potential to become⁠​‍ the youngest Royal‌ Knight in history.‌⁠​

That,⁠‌‌ along with the​ help of Sir‍ Gardner himself, the‍‍ first Royal Knight,​‌ and the power‌​‌ of Armian.

‘If​‌‍ things continue like⁠‌⁠ this, it’s only‍‌ natural for Armian​ to reclaim the‍​ throne.’

As‍‍ long as Aint‍ had the ambition,‌⁠‌ Schwaben wouldn’t stand‌⁠‌ a chance.

That’s​⁠ why he advised⁠ him to surround‍ himself with mercenaries.​‌​

For‌​ Aint, whose house‍​ lacked sufficient power,‌⁠ there was no‍‍ better support force⁠ than mercenaries.

‘And​‌‌ having Varus as⁠‌​ a companion will‌ be another great⁠ advantage.’

Even​ if the prophecy⁠ book hadn’t mentioned⁠​ it yet, surely‌‍‍ the Aint of​⁠⁠ the future also‌ expanded his strength​ in this way.⁠‍

‘In‍ that sense, that‍​⁠ guy would’ve been‌​‍ useful… what a shame.’

Fernan⁠ glanced at Roderick⁠​ Fisher, who was‍ leading the mercenaries​ beside Aint.

“Demonic⁠‍ beasts! Make way!”‌‍

Waaaah!​⁠

Roderick,‍‍ who killed a creature in a single blow and⁠​ charged forward, was‍‌ at a level​‍ among the best‌​ in the mercenary‍ world.

‘It’s​⁠‍ said he idolizes‌‌⁠ the King of⁠​ Mercenaries, right?’

That’s⁠‍ why he named‍​‍ his group “Blue‌‌ Wolves,” similar to​‍ the “Red Wolves”​​⁠ of the Mercenary⁠‌ King.

Of⁠⁠‌ course, there wasn’t‌ a mercenary who‍‍ didn’t idolize him.​​​

‘But‍‍​ for a corrupted‌⁠‍ to idolize a man who killed‌‌​ a demon doesn’t‌‌ make sense…’

It​ was pure coincidence‌​‌ that Fernan noticed⁠​ him among those‍ storming the hideout​⁠‌ from all sides.‍

But‌‌‌ seeing him at⁠‍ the front, leading‍‍ the charge, was⁠​‌ strange.

A mercenary, someone who⁠ values money and‍‌ life above all,​⁠⁠ leading the way?​​​

Maybe​‍‌ he wanted to‍ earn the trust​⁠ of Aint and​⁠​ Fernan, or maybe‍‌‍ he just trusted​​ in his strength.‌

Fernan‌⁠ thought that too​​ at first and,​​ as a precaution,‍ sent Wooden to⁠‌​ observe. He never⁠​ imagined he’d find​ such prey.

‘There​​ was nothing suspicious‌‌‌ in the records⁠ of any of‌‍ the three.’

With‌​ the help of‌ the Golden Pillar,‍‍ he investigated the‌​ background of the​ three mercenary captains,​⁠ but found nothing⁠‍‍ unusual.

They‌‌ were all mercenaries‌‍‍ who lived for‍​ money, easy to‌‍​ trust if paid⁠​‌ fairly.

If​‌ he hadn’t seen⁠​ with his own‍ eyes the actions⁠‌⁠ of that damned​​​ corrupted, Fernan would‍ have trusted Roderick​⁠ Fisher without hesitation.​⁠‍

— Kyu?

“Well‍⁠‍ done. It’s thanks‍‌ to you.”

Fernan‍⁠ patted Wooden’s head.⁠‌ Hyde asked,

“Will‍​ you keep watching⁠⁠⁠ him?”

“Yes.‍⁠⁠ From what I felt, among the‌‌ corrupted, he was‌​ someone of high⁠ rank. We’ll pretend⁠‌ ignorance and keep‍⁠‌ him close while‌​‍ we figure out‌‍⁠ the best way⁠ to use him.”​‍‍

Fernan‍‍​ twisted the corner​‌‍ of his lips.​

Anyone​‍‍ who dared take​ his money and‌‌‍ then betray him‌⁠ would never die⁠ peacefully.

And⁠‌ if they were​ corrupted, even less‌‌ so.

Besides,⁠ killing him right​‌ away would be‍‌ a waste.

From⁠ just that brief⁠ conversation between Roderick​‌‌ and the corrupted,⁠​ he had already‍ gained a lot‍ of information.

‘That​‍ now I’m considered​ as dangerous as‍ Aint… that there‍‌ are hierarchies even‍ among the corrupted…’​​​

And‌⁠‍ finally, that even‍‍​ the demons weren’t⁠‍​ as united as⁠‌‌ they seemed.

‘That​​ corrupted insulted Kimaris.’‌⁠‍

Serving​​​ another demon, it‌​‌ was clear he​ didn’t revere Kimaris.⁠‌‌

‘Now⁠⁠⁠ that I think⁠‌ about it, when‍⁠ we obtained the‍‌‍ First Emperor’s legacy,​‍ there were paintings⁠​ with demons…’

And‍ in those paintings,​ the demons appeared⁠ facing each other,‌ as if in​⁠ confrontation.

This⁠‌ deserved further thought,​​‍ more information.

“Should​ we tell Aint…?”⁠

“No,‌ we won’t. That​​ guy shows all​‍ his thoughts on‌ his face.”

“That’s‌​‌ true. Still, it’s⁠⁠ surprising. In the​ end, there was‌​⁠ a corrupted Aint‍ couldn’t uncover…”

“I’m​‌ not that surprised,‍‌ I suspected. Now⁠ I’m sure, and​‍​ that’s enough.”

What‌‍‍ remained was to⁠ see how far‍​⁠ Aint would go.⁠

He⁠‍ had already advised‍⁠ him to win‌​‍ over the mercenaries,‌⁠ and Aint was​ making the effort.​​⁠

Thanks⁠‍‌ to that, several‌ mercenaries were already​‌‍ leaning in his‌ favor.

“In‌⁠ any case, even​ without that, that‍‍ Roderick will probably‍‌‍ wag his tail​⁠‍ like a dog.”‍⁠​

After‌⁠ closing that topic,‍​⁠ Fernan asked something​ else.

“Hyde,‍⁠ are there any‌‌⁠ more leads?”

“We’re‍ following the tracks⁠ found in the‌‌‍ hideouts, but nothing‌‌‍ new.”

They‍‍‌ had found more​‍⁠ lairs, yes, but​ nothing that connected⁠‌ them to the‌‍ demons or to⁠⁠​ Frazia’s nobles.

‘Just​​​ because the corrupted⁠​ are active doesn’t‌​ mean the nobles‌‌‌ are involved…’

Were‌​⁠ they too well‌‍‌ hidden? Or maybe​ there was no‌​ connection? Still, the​ doubt remained.

Especially​‌⁠ because that corrupted,‌⁠​ Roderick, was handing​⁠ over other corrupted‌‌ on a silver‌​ platter.

“And‌ the black obsidian‌⁠​ mine?”

“We⁠​‌ found it and‍‌ it’s under development,​​ just as you​ said. With the‌ troops the duke​⁠ sent us, things⁠‍ are going smoothly.”⁠​⁠

“Good—no,⁠​ wait.”

Maybe‍‍ because he had‍⁠⁠ defeated Kimaris, Fernan​ caught himself being⁠‍‍ overconfident.

Self-confidence?‌⁠‌ What nonsense, after‍ just one win⁠ against a demon.⁠‍⁠

“It’s‌‍ during easy times​ when we must‍ be most careful.⁠ Check everything again.”‌‍‌

“Of‌⁠ course.”

“Hopefully‌ some trace of​ that damned Flauros‍⁠‌ appears…”

The‍ future had already​‍ veered off quite​‌​ a bit, and‍‍ they had managed​ to stop two‌‌⁠ demon descents before‌ they happened—Seir and⁠ Decarabia.

There‌⁠‍ was no guarantee​ it wouldn’t happen​‌ a third time.⁠

“It’s‍​ over! No demonic​‍ beasts left in​ the hideout! The⁠​ corrupted all committed⁠ suicide! They’re truly​⁠ detestable.”

But⁠‌ what Fernan sought‍⁠‍ didn’t appear.

Until‌ winter ended.

***⁠

When⁠​‍ winter ended and‌‍‍ the new semester​⁠‌ began, new winds‌​ blew at the​​⁠ Academy.

The⁠⁠​ old students left​ and the new⁠‍‍ ones arrived.

The​‌​ fourth-year graduation ceremony,⁠‌‌ and the first-year‍ entrance ceremony.

【Academy‍‌⁠ Daily – 13/02】​⁠

【New⁠‌‌ Students Special – The standouts from​‍⁠ the entrance exam.‌

— First in the‌​‍ Knight Department and​⁠ monster slayer, Alcmion⁠‍ Altrierc.

— The sword prodigy,​⁠‌ Timon Baertz.

— The monster of⁠‌ the Marquess House‌​ Fakhar, Justa Fakhar.‍

— The genius who‍ appeared like a comet, first in‌​ the Magic Department,‍ Abel Kalens.

— The dragon of‌​ Baron House Lavre,⁠ Jeff Lavre.】

“This‌⁠ year has quite⁠ a bit of⁠‌ talent too.”

Last‌​⁠ year saw the‌ arrival of the‌ saint from the‌​⁠ Cult, the daughter​ of a new​ prince-elector, the heiress‍‌‌ of Vienderk, and​⁠‌ even a descendant‌‍ of the former​‍‍ imperial family.

Compared‌ to that, this‍⁠ seemed inferior, but‍‌​ only because last⁠​⁠ year was exceptional.⁠ This year wasn’t‌​‌ lacking in promise​​‌ either.

“The⁠‌ surprising part is…‍‌ I thought Jeff⁠ Lavre would be⁠‍‌ first in the⁠‍⁠ Magic Department.”

The‍⁠‌ Baron House Lavre​​‌ was a vassal⁠‌​ of Schwaben.

Jeff⁠ Lavre was a genius recognized since​‍​ childhood and received‍ full support from⁠‍‍ Schwaben.

Everyone​ thought he would⁠ be the top⁠‍ of the class,‍ but surprisingly, an​ unknown took the‌ position.

“What‌ do we know⁠‌​ about him?”

“He’s‌‌‌ a commoner from‌​ Alprosen. Although a commoner, his father​ is a landowner​‌‍ with considerable resources.‌⁠⁠ With that money,​‌ he hired private​⁠ tutors and studied‍⁠‍ magic. His tutors‍‍‌ praised him as‍ a genius.”

“Then​‍ he should be​‌⁠ better known?”

“He​‍ is, but only‍ within Alprosen. He‌⁠⁠ started gaining recognition‍ about five years​‌‍ ago.”

The‍‍ Golden Turtle Company‍ had entered Alprosen‌⁠‍ before.

But⁠‍ even so, Fernan‍⁠‌ and the Company‍‍⁠ were separate things.‌

At‍ least until Fernan​​ became head of⁠ the family.

Also,‍‌‌ five years ago,​​ Fernan had been⁠⁠‌ fully dedicated to‍ creating the Golden​​‍ Pillar.

“In​‍‍ any case, investigate⁠‍ further. If he’s‌ a commoner, he‍⁠ surely has a sponsor.”

“Understood.”⁠​‌

With‌⁠ that, Fernan became​‌​ a third-year student.⁠‍⁠

At‌‌‌ last, his tumultuous​ second year had⁠​​ come to an‌‌ end.

“So,‍ this is the​ guy?”

Hyde​‌​ extended a hand‌‌⁠ and pointed at⁠​‌ a name in⁠ the paper.

“The​​​ sword prodigy, Timon​⁠‌ Baertz.”

He‍​‌ wasn’t a commoner‌ like Abel Kalens,​ nor someone unknown⁠​‌ to Fernan.

On‍ the contrary, he​‍ was someone Fernan‌⁠‍ knew better than⁠ anyone.

“Yes.”⁠‌

“So​ this is the‌⁠​ corrupted? There were‍⁠‌ always rumors that‍ the second son​‌ of Viscount Baertz’s⁠⁠⁠ house had great‌ talent. I don’t‌​‌ know when he‍​⁠ became one.”

“We’ll​⁠ have to find​ out now. But​⁠ it’s strange. If‍‌ I recall correctly,⁠ he should be‌​‌ the first son,⁠⁠ not the second…”​

Just‍‍ before winter break‌‍ ended, another wave⁠⁠⁠ of prophecy fell‌ upon Fernan.

This⁠ time, there were⁠​‌ three main visions.‌‍

[-⁠ The demon summoned​​ at the Continental‍ Academic Conference was‍‌ the result of​ Rosalia Vienderk’s research.‍‌‍

— And that research⁠⁠ had long been​ sponsored by Fernan​ Pellenberg. You think⁠​ that’s a coincidence?‍‍⁠

“So‍‌⁠ Fernan Pellenberg has‍⁠‌ a high probability​‌ of being corrupted?”​

Looking⁠‌‍ for those responsible‌‌‌ for the conference​⁠ disaster, Aint found‌​⁠ a crucial clue.​

“This‌‌ is…”

— It’s Fernan, without​ a doubt.

It⁠ was a secret‌ letter between Fernan⁠‍⁠ and the corrupted.]​⁠‌

The⁠ first vision showed‍‌ how, due to‌‌​ forged and manipulated‍‍ evidence, Fernan would​​ be accused of‌​‍ being corrupted.

[“We​ meet again, senior.”⁠‌‌

Aint​ dropped a document.]‍

“It’s‌ the expulsion decree.​ Signed by the‍‌​ head of House‌‌‍ Pellenberg himself.”

“What…?‍ Why would my‍‍​ father…?”

Fernan‌⁠ shouted.

“You’ve‍⁠⁠ crossed the line!‍​​ Becoming a dog‍‌ of the demons⁠ and helping the​ corrupted!”

“That’s‍ slander! I never…!”​

“Slander?⁠‌ With such clear‌⁠‌ evidence, what more​ can you say?‌‍ Don’t humiliate yourself​ any further.”

Aint’s‌ brown eyes looked​⁠​ at him coldly,⁠‍‍ full of contempt.​​​

— A wretch who⁠​ sold everything to‌‌‍ the demons for‍‍ money.
— The blood‍​ of the Pellenbergs​‍ deserves no consideration.‍⁠⁠

Gardner⁠⁠ sneered coldly.

Thus⁠ came Fernan’s downfall—the⁠‌‌ thing he feared​​​ most and worked‌​⁠ so hard to‌ prevent.

‘…….’​‍

The​‍ first time he​‌ saw that vision,​ Fernan felt his​‌ heart collapse.
He nearly fainted⁠ from hyperventilation.

But‍​​ after the shock‌ and fear came​ euphoria.

‘I’m​‍‌ finally free! I’ve‍‌‌ passed beyond that​⁠⁠ fate!’

It⁠⁠ was the prophecy⁠ he most wanted⁠‌ to avoid, and​ since it had‌⁠‍ not come to‍​ pass, it was⁠ now a discarded⁠​​ future.

The‌ book itself confirmed‌‌ it—that would no​ longer happen.

That​​ feeling of relief⁠ and joy was‌‍‍ stronger than anything​‌​ he had ever​‍‌ experienced.

That​‍‍ night, Fernan slept⁠⁠ soundly for the​⁠‌ first time in⁠⁠⁠ a year.

***‌​

[Fwoosh—​

With‍‍‍ a sharp whistle,​ a sword flew​​‌ through the air.‌​ The loser fell​‌ to his knees,⁠ and the victor⁠‌​ remained standing.]

“No⁠⁠⁠ way…!”

“Altrierc‍‌‌ lost…?”

“Who‌‌‌ the hell is‌‌ that monster…?”

The‌ students were stunned‌​ to see the‌​ favorite, Alcmion Altrierc,‌‌‍ lose.

Alcmion‌​ had trained under‌‌‍ Royal Knight Katrina‌‍‍ Altrierc; no one‍ had expected his‌‍‍ defeat.

“The​ winner! Timon Baertz!”‌

The‌ referee declared the‍‍‌ victor.

But​‌ Timon was already⁠ looking beyond that​​⁠ victory.

The‌⁠‌ second vision revealed‌‍ the rise of⁠​ a new corrupted.​‍⁠

“You‌‌‍ must defeat Aint‍‍‌ Armian.”

A hooded man spoke.​

“Aint’s‌ fame grows too⁠⁠​ much with our‍​ defeats. We must​ stain it.”

“I​ know.”

If⁠​‍ humanity managed to⁠⁠‍ unite, Aint Armian‍ would be the⁠‍‍ central axis.

To‌‌ weaken that unity​ and delay it,‍‌​ he had to‍ be shaken.

“We’ve‍ failed several times,‍‌ yes, but not⁠ in everything.”

They‍​ had only failed‍‍ to kill him.‌⁠‍

At⁠ the Conference, by‌​ summoning Seir, many​ leaders had died.​⁠

Because⁠ of that, Vienderk‍‌​ carried a stain‍​​ and was beginning‌‍⁠ to be isolated.‍‌‌

They‌​‌ had managed to‍‌⁠ destroy Fernan and⁠ plant the seed‍​‌ of suspicion over‌ Pellenberg.

“Aint⁠⁠​ is the only‌⁠ one who slipped‌‍‍ away. In everything⁠ else, we’ve succeeded.”​​⁠

“I​‌‍ know. Don’t worry.”​​‌

Timon‍⁠⁠ Baertz nodded calmly.‍‍⁠

“With​‌​ the power I have now, defeating‍‌ Aint won’t be⁠‍‌ a problem.”

It⁠‍ was their plan.​

A patient plan—to wear‍⁠‌ him down little‌⁠ by little until‍‌ finally cutting off​⁠‌ his head.

“But‍​​ are you seriously⁠‌‍ saying we should​​​ assassinate Aint Armian?”⁠

Ludger‍ Schwaben’s eyes widened​‍‌ in shock.

When‌ Aint entered the‍⁠​ Academy, he thought‍​ it was the​⁠ perfect chance to​‌ crush him and‍⁠​ elevate Schwaben’s name.‌​

If‌ not for the​‌⁠ demons’ appearance, he⁠ might have done‌ it.

“Assassinate‍‌ Aint? And now,‍‍ at this moment?”​‌​

The⁠‍ plan seemed absurd⁠‍ to him.

That‍‍ was the third‍ vision.

“And‍​​ what about the‌‌‍ demons? If we‌‍​ don’t stop them,​ the continent will‌ be destroyed! Does​⁠‌ His Majesty want‍​ to be the‍ last emperor of⁠‌ a ruined world?”​‌

“Armian’s​​ power will be​‌ key against the​ demons, yes. But​​ even without it,‌⁠⁠ it doesn’t mean‍ we can’t hunt‍​ demons.”

And​⁠ above all…

“We‌‌ already have Armian’s‌‌ secret sword in​‌⁠ our hands.”

Said‌ the assassin sent​ by the emperor,​‍⁠ calmly.

It⁠ wasn’t the prophecy‍‍ Fernan expected at‌‌⁠ all.

“…So‍ Schwaben has finally​ drawn their sword.”‌

Thinking‌‌‍ about it, they​​‍ had held back​​ long enough, so⁠​ it wasn’t particularly⁠ surprising. It just​‌‌ felt like the​​⁠ inevitable had arrived.⁠‌

Even⁠⁠⁠ so, he thought​⁠​ it would happen⁠ a little later​ because of the​‍⁠ demons. Maybe they‍⁠‍ thought that if‍ they didn’t act‍ now, they’d never⁠‌⁠ get the chance?⁠⁠

That⁠‍ was also true.‍ If more demons‍ appeared, Aint would‌⁠⁠ become irreplaceable.

‘They⁠‍​ say they’ve obtained‍​‍ Armian’s secret sword​​ style.’

He⁠‍ could more or​​⁠ less imagine how⁠ they had gotten‌ it.

And​ Fernan, knowing how​⁠ pointless that was,​​‌ let out an‌ ironic laugh.

‘The‌​‌ real one is‍‌ Gardner, after all.’‍

“…Either​ way, I can’t​ let them do⁠⁠‌ as they please.”⁠​⁠

If⁠⁠‌ Schwaben tried to⁠ kill Aint, Pellenberg​⁠⁠ would protect him.​‍​

Fortunately,‌ the prophecy book⁠ also revealed the‍ method Schwaben would⁠ use, so he​⁠⁠ had already begun‍‍‍ preparing countermeasures.

‘Though‍‌ there’s nothing about​‌ Flauros. Well, there‌⁠‌ was no guarantee‍‌ it would happen​⁠‌ this year either.’‌​

Whenever‌ it came, at‌ least he had‌‌ gained some time,‍‌​ and that wasn’t⁠‍ bad.

Fernan​​ decided to tackle⁠‌ the urgent matters‍‍ step by step.⁠‍‍

For‍‌ now, it was⁠​ about Timon Baertz.⁠‍

He‌⁠ had to crush‍‍‍ his intentions, track‍ him, and capture‌⁠‍ the other corrupted⁠ still hiding in‍⁠ the Academy.

As​ he thought about‌‍ how to welcome​ him, Fernan smiled‍ without realizing it.⁠‌⁠

“Why​‍⁠ are you smiling,⁠ young master?”

“Last​​ year, reading this​‌‌ paper, I worried‌‌‌ about Aint Armian.‍ This year, it’s⁠⁠​ a damn corrupted.”​

Fernan‍ rose from his‍⁠ seat. Hyde followed‌ immediately.

“Are‌ you going to⁠⁠‌ look for Timon‍ Baertz?”

“No,⁠‌ I’m going to‌ see Aint.”

In‌‍ truth, there was​⁠​ no need for‍‌ him to get‍⁠ too involved personally.​⁠‌

“Aint,​ Timon Baertz is‍ suspected of being⁠‍ corrupted. They say‍​‌ he’ll try to⁠ defeat you to⁠‌ slowly stain your‌ reputation.”

That⁠ was enough.

“…Then,‍ when the time​‌⁠ comes, I’ll deal‌⁠ with him harshly.”​⁠‍

“We⁠‌ need information, so​‌ don’t kill him.”‍

“Bah,‌ even if he’s‌ corrupted, I can​ be that flexible.”​⁠

Aint⁠ wasn’t weak, nor⁠⁠⁠ lacking in fighting⁠⁠​ spirit.

‘More‍⁠ than anything, the‌ current Aint is​⁠ much stronger than‍ in the prophecy.’‍

Timon​‍ Baertz, you’re dead.‌‌‌

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