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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 138

Chapter 138

“A⁠ golem, you say?!‍‍ There can’t be⁠‍ such a golem​‌⁠ in the world!”‌‍

The‌‌ leader shouted, denying⁠‌ Wooden’s existence. If⁠​ not for him,⁠ the secret mission⁠ would undoubtedly have⁠‍ succeeded.

“…Even​ if we’ve failed,⁠ you won’t achieve‍ what you’re after‌‌‌ either.”

And‍‍ with that, it‍‌ was all over.‌‍

They‍‌ even captured the​ assassin who had‍‍​ attacked Aria, but⁠ in the end,⁠⁠‌ they failed to⁠​ take any prisoners.‍‌

They​‍‍ extracted the poison​‍​ from all three,​ but their suicide‌ method didn’t end‌‌‍ there.

“Ugh…!”⁠

Aura‌ reflux. A technique‍ in which, through‌‌ a seal in​ the aura orb,‌‌​ they forced the‌​ flow to reverse,​‍‌ twisting all the‍ body’s meridians.

The‌‌​ three assassins coughed‍ up blood and​‍​ died.

Fernan‍ clicked his tongue—disappointed,⁠‌⁠ but not surprised.⁠

“Senior,‍ don’t you think‍​ that was a bit much? And​ Aint, you too!‍‌​ How could you​ act like nothing⁠‌⁠ was happening?”

“They​‌​ were enemies you​‍ could handle alone.”​​​

“That’s⁠⁠ true, but still,​‌‍ haven’t you heard⁠ of something called‌​ teamwork?”

“If‌‍⁠ one of those‌ daggers even grazed‌ you, you’d die‍‌ instantly. They were​ coated in lethal⁠⁠ poison.”

“…What?”‌‌

Aria’s‌⁠‍ face turned pale.​‍

“Then‍​​ you should’ve helped⁠‌ me more! I could’ve died right‌‍ there!”

“You‌ were fighting assassins⁠⁠ who wanted to⁠ kill you. Of‌⁠‌ course you were​‌‌ going to be​​ on the edge⁠​ of death. But‌‍ he was so⁠ busy dealing with‌⁠ the spirits that​‍‍ he couldn’t even⁠ get close to‌​‌ you.”

It⁠ wasn’t a lie,‍⁠⁠ but still, it⁠ left her frustrated.‌⁠ Aria held back‌ her anger with​‍‌ difficulty.

“So,⁠‍ in the end,‍ we can’t do⁠ anything now?”

“At​ least for the‌ moment.”

“That‌ sounds like something‌‍⁠ will happen later.”‍

“It’s‌⁠ not certain yet.‍‌‍ Just consider today‌ as if it​‌⁠ didn’t happen.”

Fernan‍​ recalled Ludger’s reaction⁠​‍ after seeing Wooden.‍

Ludger‍ Schwaben, who still‍ coveted the throne‌ he had pretended‌‌​ to abandon.

Human‌​⁠ desire had no‍ end, and those‍ who knew how​‍⁠ to use that​⁠ desire were true‍‌ merchants.

Although‍‍ nothing was concrete‍ for now, Fernan‍ was convinced he⁠⁠⁠ could use it‌ eventually. Of course,​‍ he had to⁠ prepare the groundwork​ ahead of time.​

“Well​‌ then, I’m off.⁠⁠​ Finish your practice⁠​‍ well.”

“Where⁠⁠‍ to?”

“I⁠ only came as​‍ a temporary assistant⁠‍⁠ to check how‌ the training was‌ going.”

Fernan‌ vanished.

“…We‌​‌ should move to‍⁠ another place, right?”‍

“Yeah,⁠​ we can’t sleep‍‌ in the same⁠ spot where there‌ were corpses.”

In⁠⁠⁠ addition to the‍ aura reflux, it​‌​ seemed their bodies‍‌ held another poison—they⁠ disintegrated and were‌‍ absorbed into the‍‌ ground like toxic‌⁠⁠ dust.

In‌⁠‍ a way, it​‌‍ saved them the‌⁠ trouble of disposing⁠‍⁠ of the bodies.⁠‌

After​‌ covering the traces⁠‌ with dirt, Aint⁠⁠ and Aria left​ the site.

— Something’s off. Schwaben‍ isn’t stupid enough‌ to try to‍ kill you when‌ demons are already‍‌ on the loose.‍

Gardner’s‍⁠ doubt was reasonable.⁠‍⁠

If⁠⁠​ the demons hadn’t⁠⁠ appeared yet, that⁠‌ would be one⁠‍ thing. But the⁠‍ rank 66 demon,⁠‍​ Kimaris, had already⁠​⁠ shown up in​​ Bercheff.

Would‌ they really try​ to kill him‍‌​ in the middle​​⁠ of such panic‍‍‌ and while Aint’s‍‌ image was becoming‍‌ more heroic, without⁠ having any backup‌ plan?

No‍​‍ matter how afraid‌ they were, Schwaben⁠ couldn’t be that​‌ dumb.

‘So‌‍ then, they have‌⁠‍ a backup plan,‌ right?’

— Exactly. But there’s​ no alternative to​ Armian’s secret swordsmanship…‍

Gardner‌‍⁠ suddenly fell silent.‍

— Aint, when did‌‍ you say Armian⁠‍‌ lost the secret‌⁠⁠ swordsmanship?

‘When⁠‌ Schwaben took the​ throne and expelled​ them from their‍​​ territory.’

— And that territory⁠​ now belongs to​ Schwaben?

‘Yes,‌⁠ that’s right… ah…!’‍​

Aint‍‌ realized it too​⁠ late.

— Those bastards were‌⁠‌ the ones responsible.⁠​

‘I‍‍ already suspected it,⁠⁠ but now there’s⁠‌ no doubt.’

It⁠ was frustrating, but⁠⁠ there was nothing‌‍ to be done‌‌‍ for now. They‍​⁠ only had suspicions,‍​‌ no clear evidence,⁠⁠ and the assassins​‌⁠ were already dead.​

— For now, it’s​​ best to follow‌ Fernan’s advice. Words​‌ without proof have⁠ no weight.

‘Yes.’‌‌

— But don’t forget.‌‍ The day will⁠​ come when you’ll​‌‌ have to take‍⁠‍ revenge.

Aint‍​⁠ didn’t intend to​ forget. He would⁠‍​ recover the stolen‌⁠ swordsmanship and take⁠ his revenge.

He​​‌ made a vow.​‍

***‌‌‍

“…Hah,⁠ so full of‍‌ themselves, weren’t they?”​⁠

Ludger‌ sneered.

There​‌‌ had been no⁠‍ further reports from⁠⁠ the assassins. He​​ already suspected failure,​ and it was‌⁠​ confirmed when the‍⁠‌ second-year practice ended—Aint​‍ Armian returned alive,⁠‍​ even placing second.‌

He​⁠​ walked back to‌​‌ the dormitory.

If⁠⁠ he was still⁠‍ alive, that meant‍‍ the assassins were‌ dead.

Ludger‍‍‌ knew immediately—he would⁠ never see them‌‍‍ again.

‘Did⁠ His Majesty underestimate‌ Aint, or did⁠‌ Aint’s growth surpass⁠‌ expectations?’

Or​ maybe… someone else‍‌ intervened?

He‍⁠ recalled a certain⁠⁠⁠ individual mixed in⁠‍ among the assistants.​

‘Was‌ that really just​⁠ coincidence?’

Honestly,​ he hadn’t expected​‍ failure either.

Aint’s​ progress lately was​​ impressive, yes, but‌⁠ the assassins were‌ the best raised​‍ by Schwaben. They⁠‌​ even used instantly‍ lethal poison.

The⁠​ fact that they⁠ failed was the‍‌ real shock.

‘Idiots.’​

But‍​​ they had failed,​ and only succeeded​⁠ in putting Aint‌ on guard.

At‍ least, there was​ one consolation—no one‌⁠⁠ would know for‌‍​ sure who was‍‍⁠ behind it.

‘Though⁠ he’ll suspect… but‌‍‍ he won’t expose‌‍‌ it just yet.’‌‌‌

Regardless,​‌ as long as‌​‍ the Schwaben dynasty​ aimed for the​ throne, they could‍​‌ never get along⁠⁠⁠ with Armian.

And​​⁠ now, they were‌‌‍ clearly exposed as⁠‍ enemies.

A sigh escaped Ludger.⁠​⁠

What‍ were Aint’s feelings‌⁠ toward Schwaben after‌‌ this?

“…Bah,​‍ whatever.”

His⁠ Majesty would know‍​ what to do.‌

Even⁠​‍ if the Schwaben‍‌ family was dragged‌​‌ down by this,‌ it wasn’t his‍‌⁠ problem.

The​⁠ crown prince wasn’t‌‌‌ Ludger—it was his‍‌‍ brother.

At​ least for now.⁠​

***​⁠⁠

Dawn⁠⁠ came slowly.

“Ugh…!”⁠

Gismond‌ Ert opened his‍‌ eyes.

He‌‍⁠ clutched his head⁠ with both hands,‍‌⁠ overwhelmed by a terrible headache. Cold‍‌‌ sweat drenched his​‍‌ clothes, and the⁠ bed was a mess.

“It‌‌​ hurts… it hurts​​ like hell!”

He⁠ writhed for a long while, groaning.​

With‍​​ the pain came‌‍ pages from a book he had‌‌ read in the​ past, unfolding in⁠ his mind.

[“The⁠​ Kingdom of Frazia​​ has formally requested‌⁠ cooperation from the‍ Academy, and the​‍‍ headmaster has accepted.”]‍‌

The‍‍​ students all reacted​ like it was⁠​ inevitable.

They⁠‍ had eyes and‌⁠ ears too.

They‌​⁠ knew Frazia was​​ in chaos because⁠⁠‍ of the corrupt‍ and the monsters,​⁠‌ and that the​ kingdom’s real objective​​ was Aint Armian.​​‍

“In‍ a time when⁠ war against demons‍ and the corrupt‌​‍ is becoming more‍​ evident, it’s been​ decided that this⁠ will be a good experience for​ you.”]

“….”‍‌‌

[“Considering⁠‍ the level of‌ danger, only students‍‌‍ ranked 10 and‌‌ above in each⁠⁠​ faculty will participate,⁠ excluding first-years. And​ it’s not optional,‌ it’s mandatory.”]

The‌ mission: sixty students‌ from the Academy‍‌‌ would be sent‍​‍ to a Frazia‍‍‌ devastated by corrupt​​ ones and monsters.‍

[“A‍​​ large group of‍​ monsters is marching‌ north from the​ south.”

“There⁠ are more than‍‌ two thousand! If‌⁠ they follow the​​⁠ expected route, they’ll⁠ head straight to‍‍ Fortress Fairos.”]

Thousands‌​ of monsters sent‌ the entire kingdom‌ into a panic.‍

[“We‍​ will participate as​‌⁠ well. You’ve come‍​⁠ to experience real⁠ war. If you‌⁠ run away out​⁠⁠ of fear or‍‍ cowardice, you’ll never⁠⁠ achieve anything.”]

The​‌‍ Academy chose to‍ fight alongside them​​ instead of withdrawing⁠​⁠ to protect themselves.‌

[“This​‍ is war. We‌​ cannot absolutely guarantee⁠​⁠ your lives. But‍⁠⁠ no matter what,​ we will never⁠‌ let a student‍⁠ die before a professor.”]

And‍⁠ of course, among‌ those students were⁠ Aint Armian and‌‍ Luina Bercheff.

The‌​ memory showed the‌‍ Academy choosing to⁠‌​ stand and fight⁠ alongside Frazia.

[The​​​ sky was blood-red.‌​

In⁠ the distance, monsters‍ could be seen​​‍ slowly advancing. Aint⁠ stood on the​ fortress walls, silently⁠⁠⁠ watching.

“Aint.”‌‍

Luina‌ stood beside him.‌

“Senior,⁠⁠ to be honest,​‍‍ I’m scared. But⁠ you told me‌ something before, remember?‍ That a knight⁠​ is the sword​⁠ that cuts down⁠ his lord’s enemies​ and the shield‍​ that protects him.”‍‌​

“…You​‍ didn’t have to⁠⁠​ remember that.”

“No,​ thanks to that,‌​‌ I feel a little more at‌ ease.”

Because‍‌‌ she believed her⁠​ senior was by‌ her side. A smile appeared on‌ Aint’s lips.

“I’ll‌ only say this‌‍⁠ to you—I want⁠‍‍ to rebuild my‌⁠⁠ house.”

“You…?”​‌‌

“Someone‌​ once told me⁠‌ that the emperor⁠ is the knight‍ of the Empire.”⁠​‍

That’s​⁠⁠ why I can’t‍‌⁠ turn my back‍ on the Empire.]⁠

Aint‍‌ and Luina reaffirmed⁠‍​ their resolve.

And‌⁠​ the war against​​‍ the monsters was⁠⁠ about to begin.‍​

[A‍ human body with‍⁠ the head of​‌​ a leopard.

It‍ barely measured two‍ meters, but the‌ pressure it radiated⁠ made it feel‍ like a two-hundred-meter‍‌ giant.

The​ dense corrupt magic‍‌ and overwhelming presence‌​​ it exhaled made‌‍ it feel that​⁠ way.

“…A⁠​‌ demon? That’s impossible…”‌⁠​

“Is​‍‌ that really a demon? Hahaha, we’re‍ dead…”

“We⁠ have to run!”⁠‍

With⁠‌⁠ the appearance of‍⁠ the demon, the​‌‍ soldiers on the‍ walls fell into‌ panic.]

It‍⁠⁠ had appeared.

Gismond’s⁠ hands and feet‍​ trembled.

“A​ demon…! The demon‍⁠‍ has descended! The​‌⁠ demon…!”

It‍‌​ was none other⁠‍‍ than the rank​​ 64 demon, Flauros.‍

“Will‍​⁠ Aint be able⁠‌‌ to stop it?”‌

Yes,‌​ he will. He’ll‍‍ definitely stop it.⁠

Even⁠‌‌ though Gismond had‌⁠ forgotten much of​‍ what he’d read,‍‌ he knew for⁠ certain that the​‍‌ story didn’t end⁠​​ there.

But​‌​ the problem was‍‌ that war always‌‍ brought casualties and‌ injuries.

No‌‌ matter how much‍​ the professors risked‍‍ their lives to‌ protect them, there​​‌ was no such‌ thing as “absolute”‍‌ in battle.

“Good⁠ thing… I don’t​‌ have to go.”​⁠‍

Thanks‌‍​ to elixirs, the‌‌ duel in Bercheff,‌‌ and some real‍​‍ experience, he had‌ improved a lot—but‌‍‌ he was still‌ ranked around 20th.​‌⁠

And‌​‍ from what he​ remembered, only the​​ top 10 would⁠ be sent.

Luckily,​​ he wasn’t in⁠​‌ that group.

“…I‌ better go see‍‍⁠ Fernan.”

He​ knew Fernan could‌ also see the‍⁠ future, but even⁠ so, you never​⁠‍ know.

If‌⁠ he was the‌ only one who‍‍⁠ had received that⁠‌ vision, it’d be⁠ a great chance‍⁠ to earn points‌ with him.

After​‌‌ a quick shower,⁠ he dressed and⁠ headed to Ravidus‍ Hall.

“Do⁠‌ you have any‌‌ business to attend​‍⁠ to?”

“I’m⁠‍‍ here to see⁠⁠⁠ Fernan Pellenberg.”

“I’ll‍​ notify him upstairs.‍​ Please wait in⁠⁠ the reception room.”⁠‌

Guided⁠‌‍ by the maid,‍‍‍ he took a seat in the‌ room.

“Wow,‍‍ this is amazing.”‍

When​ his rank rose‌‍​ and he moved‍​ from the Base‍ Hall to the⁠ Bless Hall, he​‍​ thought it was​‌​ luxurious.

But‍‌‌ Ravidus Hall was‌ on another level.‌

Even‍‍ without knowing anything‌ about furniture, he‍‌‍ could tell everything‍⁠ was top quality.​

And​⁠‌ there were maids—something​ that surprised him.⁠⁠

“Could⁠‍ I ever live‌‌​ here someday?”

“Yes,⁠ you could.”

At‌​ that moment, the‍⁠​ door opened and⁠‌ Fernan walked in.⁠‌

“Good‍ morning. I didn’t‍‌‍ come too early,​​ did I? It’s⁠ just that I had something important…”​‌

“Don’t⁠‌‍ worry. I usually‍ wake up around‌ this time.”

Fernan’s​ day always began​ at dawn.

“Ah,‌​​ that’s a relief.‍‌‍ Hey, do you​ really think I could live here⁠ too?”

“Yes.‍⁠‍ I’ll make sure‌‍ of it.”

“…Huh?⁠‌ T-Thanks.”

The​‍‍ response was so‍ different from what‍​ he expected that​​⁠ Gismond was thrown‍ off but nodded‌‍ immediately.

“Anyway,⁠‍ the reason I came so early​ is…”

“I​‌‌ can more or‌‌​ less guess. It’s⁠​⁠ about the Kingdom‍​ of Frazia, right?”‌

“Yes,‍‍ then you also…”​⁠​

“Yes.”⁠

Fernan⁠‌ nodded. He too⁠ had received a new vision that‌‍ very morning.

There​ was nothing about‌‍‍ Flauros in the⁠⁠ previous one, so​ he thought it‍‍⁠ would be next‍⁠ year. But no—and‌ realizing it, he‍⁠‍ clenched his teeth‍ in frustration that‌⁠ morning.

“Then⁠ I don’t need‍‌​ to explain it.”​⁠

“That’s‌‍ right. So I’m⁠‌ telling you to‌‌ prepare too, senior.”​

“Prepare…?​​ Prepare for what?”​‌

“To​⁠‍ go to Fortress⁠‌‌ Fairos.”

“…But​‍‍ I’m not in‌ the top 10.”‍

“Even​​ if you were⁠‍‍ ranked 100th, if⁠ I want to⁠⁠‍ take you, I can.”

“Huh…?”‍​‌

Upon​⁠‌ hearing that he’d‍‌ have to go⁠​‍ to the place‌ where the demon‌‌ would descend, Gismond’s‌​ face went pale.‍⁠

“W-Wouldn’t‌‌⁠ that be unfair?”‌⁠‍

“Normally,‌ fairness is solved​​‍ with money. Besides,‌‌​ you won’t go‌⁠ with the Academy.⁠⁠‌ I’ll have you‌ enter as an‍ independent mercenary.”

“Is‍‍‌ that really necessary…?”‍

“Didn’t‌ you say you‌ wanted to live‌​ in Ravidus Hall?”‌

Fernan‌‌ smiled calmly.

“But…​‌ with my level,⁠ isn’t it too‌‍​ dangerous? That’s why‍⁠‌ the Academy only‌‌⁠ sends the top‍⁠ 10. Hahaha…”

“Don’t‍⁠⁠ worry. I’ll handle‍⁠​ everything.”

So‍⁠ no, your refusal‍​ isn’t an option.​‍

“……”‍

Gismond’s‌⁠⁠ face looked on⁠⁠ the verge of⁠​ tears.

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