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Chapter 139

“…This‌ is madness.”

When⁠⁠ he confirmed the⁠ new prophecy, a curse slipped from‌‍ Fernan’s mouth.

The‌ descent of Flauros,⁠ which he thought‌‍ would occur next⁠‍ year and had‌​⁠ therefore been keeping​‍​ relatively under control,​ was now practically‍ at hand.

“…The​ chances of it‌​ happening exactly as‍ seen are high.”‍‌‌

There‍​​ really were corrupt⁠‌‌ ones and monsters⁠ in Frazia, and‍‌ even though Aint‍ had eliminated several,‌ that was also​⁠⁠ the expected course‌⁠ in the original‌ future.

Above‍ all, summoning a demon was by‌ no means simple.‌‍‌

Though‍ he didn’t know​‍ the exact details,‍⁠⁠ judging by the‍ demons that had‌‍ already appeared or​​‌ were about to⁠⁠ appear, it was‌​​ clear it required‍ major preparations.

And‌‌‍ based on Fernan’s​ experience, ventures demanding​⁠‍ so much preparation,⁠⁠⁠ time, and resources​​‍ were rarely abandoned⁠⁠​ halfway.

The‌​ manpower, time, and‌‌ money invested became‌‍ a runaway cart‌​⁠ that couldn’t be‌‌ stopped.

“Hyde,‍ send a letter⁠​ to the King‌​ of Mercenaries.”

“Yes,⁠‍‌ young master.”

He​ had already spoken‍‍ to him previously,⁠⁠‌ so most likely​ he’d come right‍ away.

“Young​⁠ master, a visitor‌‌ has arrived.”

“A‍‌ visitor?”

“Student‌‍‌ Gismond Ert.”

That‍‌ was exactly when‌​⁠ Gismond came to‌⁠ see him.

‘As‍⁠⁠ I suspected, the⁠ future manifests in‌​‌ the same way⁠ and at the‌​⁠ same moment.’

He‍ had a hunch,‍‍​ but now it⁠ was confirmed.

Gismond‌‍​ was too large‌ a variable to​⁠ leave unchecked.

“Senior​⁠ Gismond, you should​‌⁠ also prepare.”

“Hm?​‍ Prepare for what?”⁠⁠⁠

“Obviously,​‌ to go to‌‌ Fortress Fairos.”

“…But⁠⁠⁠ I’m not in⁠‍⁠ the top 10.”‌⁠

“Even‌ if you were‍⁠ ranked 100th, if⁠​⁠ I decide to⁠‌ take you, I can do it​​​ without issue.”

“Eh…?”​‌

Yes,‍‍ he could definitely‌​⁠ make use of⁠ him.

‘Besides,​⁠‌ he’s swallowed a ton of elixirs.​⁠⁠ If I manage⁠‌ him well, he​​ could be a useful piece. I can’t let him‍ roam free.’

He​⁠​ had already confirmed‌ in Bercheff that⁠​ he wasn’t entirely‍ useless. The more​​ he worked him,‍⁠​ the more value⁠ he had, so‌​​ there was no‌ reason not to.⁠‍⁠

After⁠ sending off a nearly-crying Gismond, Fernan‍ began thinking over⁠⁠‍ what was to‍‍​ come.

‘The​ core is Flauros.‍ Everything depends on⁠⁠ whether Aint can⁠‌ defeat him or⁠‌⁠ not.’

Fortress‌⁠ Fairos didn’t have‍ the thousands of‌ elites that were⁠‌ in the north.‍⁠‍

This‌‌​ time, instead of‌⁠‌ ten thousand, there​⁠ were only two​​⁠ thousand soldiers.

Not‍‍ a small number,⁠⁠ but compared to‍​ before, it was‌⁠ at least some‌‍‌ relief.

‘If‍ I can also‍ gather mercenaries in​ advance and have‌‌‍ the troops stationed‌‌ at the obsidian‌‍⁠ mine move south…’⁠⁠

Then,‌‍ even if Aint‍‌ fought Flauros, the​‌⁠ fortress wouldn’t fall.​

‘There’s​​‍ no choice but‌⁠ to rely on‌‍ the Mercenary King,⁠ on Aint, and‍‍‌ on Luina.’

And​​​ if things went​‍ sideways, he could‍‍​ always use Wooden​‌ as a hidden⁠‌ trump card.

‘With​​ that, I’ll have‍⁠ done everything I can for now.’​​

All​​ that remained was​ for the Kingdom‌ of Frazia to‍‌‌ request help from‌ the Academy, and​​⁠ for the director‌‍ to make the⁠ decision.

***⁠

The⁠ days passed peacefully,‍‌ like the calm⁠‍​ before the storm.‌​

“It‍⁠ feels like it’s​⁠⁠ been ages since‌​ we were at‌ peace.”

Luina​ chewed a piece​⁠⁠ of chocolate.

“Bercheff⁠‍​ really was hell.”​‌

“Seriously,⁠‌ thanks for back‌ then. If it‍​⁠ hadn’t been for‌‍‌ you, Bercheff would’ve⁠⁠​ fallen.”

“Without⁠‌ my money, of‌‌​ course it would​​​ have. But no‌​ need to thank‍‌ me—I got what‍​ I wanted too.”‌‍

“I‍‍ figured you’d say‌ that… but still,‍ I’m grateful.”

Fernan‍​ gave a small‌ nod.

“By⁠ the way, you‍ seem different.”

Luina,⁠‌​ whom he hadn’t‌​ seen in a few days, radiated⁠ something different—though he‌‌ couldn’t pinpoint exactly⁠‌ what.

Perhaps​ she seemed calmer,⁠⁠ more composed.

“Is‌ it noticeable?”

“What‌‌‍ happened?”

“Nothing‍​ big, I just‌ had a sort‍⁠⁠ of breakthrough.”

A drop of coffee⁠‍ slipped down the‌‍ corner of Fernan’s‍‌ lips.

He‍‍ restrained his expression​‌ and wiped it⁠ away with a handkerchief.

“…That’s​‍ not something small.”⁠​

Breaking‌‌‌ through and leveling‌‍‌ up was never‍​‍ trivial.

“Compared‍ to the Royal​⁠‌ Knights, I still⁠​‌ have a long‍‌ way to go.”​⁠

Despite‌ her words, her⁠‌‌ cheeks were slightly​⁠ flushed.

She‌​‍ wasn’t being entirely⁠​ honest.

“Did⁠‍‍ something trigger it?”⁠​

“Watching​‌​ my father, the⁠‌ Mercenary King, and⁠‍‌ the demon fight‌ helped a lot.”‍‍

“A​ masterclass.”

“Yeah.⁠‌⁠ I replayed over⁠⁠ and over the⁠⁠‌ moves of my​⁠​ father, the lance‍‍ of the Mercenary​ King, and the‌⁠ greatsword of the‍⁠‌ demon.”

Seeing‌​​ something above one’s​‌‌ level was an​ invaluable lesson.

Of​ course, only if‍ one could truly​​ absorb it.

“At‍ first, I couldn’t‌⁠‍ fully understand it.‍‍ My father’s sword​ and the Mercenary​‌ King’s lance were‌⁠ at an unreachable‍ level. But even⁠​ a single movement‌​‌ contained a world⁠ of meaning.”

Fernan‍‌ was once again​​​ reminded of Luina’s​​‍ incredible talent—able to⁠‍ turn such experience​⁠ into real progress.​‌​

“That’s…”​⁠

“This​​ is the first​ time you’ve talked​ this much.”

“Ah,⁠‌‌ that…”

“Congratulations.”‌‌‍

Fernan​ smiled broadly as⁠ he handed her⁠​⁠ an elegant box​‍​ of chocolates.

He​ meant it—Luina getting⁠​​ stronger was proof‍ that his investment‌ continued to bear‍⁠‍ fruit.

“Here,‌‍ a gift.”

“But‍​‌ you just now‌ learned I broke‍ through… how…?”

“I⁠​ always carry a few things in⁠​ my subspace.”

“…I‌ thought you didn’t​​‍ like chocolate.”

“It’s‌⁠⁠ for emergencies.”

“Chocolate​‍​ emergencies you don’t⁠‍ eat?”

“Don’t‍ think too hard‌‍‍ about it.”

The⁠‍‍ reality was simple—it‍‍⁠ was a tool‍ to win people‍​‍ over. Giving someone‍‌ what they liked⁠​ at just the​ right moment was​ a way to⁠ earn goodwill.

“…Thanks.​‌ I’ll accept it.”⁠

With‌​⁠ a slightly wary⁠​ glance, Luina accepted⁠ the chocolate.

“So,‍⁠ how are the​‍​ preparations going?”

“You‍‍ mean Frazia? We’ve⁠ found traces of​​​ corrupt ones, and⁠‍‍ just like you‍​ said, the kingdom‌ might ask for‌‌‌ the Academy’s help.”‌

She​‍ closed her eyes,‌​​ clenched her fist,​‌ and nodded firmly.‍‌‌

“Now‍​ I feel ready‍‌‍ to face it⁠ with dignity.”

“Thinking​‍ of Andromalius?”

“Yes.”‌

“That​​‍ suits you.”

Fernan‍‍‌ chuckled softly and⁠ took a sip‍⁠‍ of coffee. Then,⁠​ suddenly, his gaze‌⁠​ turned toward the‍ window.

“Eh?”⁠‌​

“What⁠ is it?”

“Lately,​‍‌ someone’s been a bit annoying. Do‍ you see him?‍‌ That brown-haired kid,​ plain-looking.”

“Isn’t​ he a freshman?‌‌‌ I think his​ name is… Abel…”‌‍

“Abel‌ Kalens. That’s right.”‌

“I⁠‌ heard he was⁠‌ admitted as the​ top of his⁠‍​ class in the​⁠‍ Magic Department.”

Abel‍ Kalens, the boy​⁠⁠ who shot to​​⁠ the top like⁠‍​ a comet, defeating​ favorite Jeff Lavre​⁠ and claiming first‌⁠​ place.

All​​ they knew about⁠‍⁠ him was that⁠⁠ he came from‌‍ the Kingdom of‌‍ Alprosen and was⁠ a commoner.

“And‍​ he approached you?”⁠⁠‍

“Yes.​‍‌ He reminded me​⁠ a bit of​ Aria, though younger.”⁠​​

“Hmm,‌‌ I see. You’re⁠ quite popular, it‌‍ seems.”

The​⁠‍ boy made it⁠​ obvious he wanted‌⁠‌ to get close—enough​⁠​ to be annoying.‌⁠

Fernan‍⁠‍ had accepted Aria‍ because she was⁠‍ prophesied to be‍​‍ Aint’s partner, but‌ generally, he was​‍‍ very wary.

‘Especially‌ since he appeared⁠ right after the⁠‌ prophecy started twisting.‍‌ Until I know⁠ what kind of​ person he is…’‌⁠​

“Maybe⁠​ he just wants‍‌‍ to get along‍‍​ because you’re his‍‍‍ senior.”

“No,​‌‌ that wasn’t the‍‍ impression.”

“Then​ it’s probably financial⁠⁠‍ interest. You yourself‍‌‌ said a mage‌ starts with money⁠​​ and ends with‌​‍ money.”

True,‍​ he had said⁠‍ that long ago,‍‌ right when he‌ proposed forming a partnership.

“You‍‍‍ remembered that?”

“Well,‌‍‌ what you said‌​ afterward was pretty⁠‍​ shocking.”

“‘A​‍ loser with a mage’s cloak’?”

“…Yeah,‍‍ that.”

Luina‍⁠⁠ instinctively looked around,‌⁠ and upon remembering​‌‍ they were in​‌‌ a private room⁠‍ of the Golden‍‌⁠ Turtle, she sighed​‍ in relief.

“In​ any case, you‌⁠ wouldn’t say something‍‌ like that in‍‍ public. You’re shameless,‍‍ but not that‌‍ shameless.”

“Well,‌​ I am shameless—but​​‍ not to the​ point of causing‍⁠ a boycott.”

“…Wow,‍ what a convincing​⁠ argument.”

“Anyway,‍ maybe you’re right—he⁠‌ could just be‍‌​ approaching for money.”​‍​

At⁠⁠​ another time, that’s‍‌ what he would’ve⁠ assumed from the‍⁠ start.

But⁠⁠‍ ever since he​‌ received the prophecy⁠​‌ and got entangled⁠ with corrupt ones​‌⁠ and demons, money‌ had ceased to‌‌ be his immediate‍‌​ priority.

‘I’m‌ slipping. I’ve been‌ dismissing the most​⁠ obvious explanation from‍​‌ the start.’

***⁠‍

The⁠‌‍ island city of⁠ Bardian.

Aria,‍⁠ the elf with⁠‌ orange hair, sipped​⁠ her drink as‍ she spoke.

“Did‍‌​ you hear?”

“If⁠‌​ you mean that​‍ we’re going to‌⁠ Frazia, Senior Fernan‍​​ already told me…”​​

“No,‍‍​ I mean the‍⁠⁠ rumor that Aint‌​ knocked out the‍⁠‌ first-year deputy leader⁠ of the Knight⁠ Department with his⁠‌‍ fists.”

“Cough,‌ cough…!”

At‌⁠ Aria’s words, Aint⁠⁠‌ spat out his⁠ drink.

“Disgusting⁠​​ bastard…!”

Verian,​‌‍ who had taken‌ the full brunt‌ of the spray,⁠‍‍ grimaced in disgust.‍​‍

“S-sorry.⁠‍​ But Aria, isn’t​‍ it normal to‍‌ tell those kinds⁠ of stories when⁠‍ the person involved​ isn’t present?”

“Why?‍​⁠ It’s better when​‌ they are—that way‌‍‌ we can hear‌⁠ how it really‌‌ happened.”

— In a way,​⁠ she’s right.

Aria‍ crunched the ice​ between her teeth.​

“So,⁠ how did it‌‍⁠ really happen?”

“Well…”‍‍

Aint‍ lowered his voice⁠ after making sure⁠‍ no one was‍ around.

When‍ he finished, Aria‍​‍ and Verian both‌‍ nodded.

“So⁠⁠ in the end,⁠ he wasn’t a corrupt one.”

“No.”​‌⁠

“That’s​ strange. Senior Fernan⁠​ usually doesn’t make​⁠ mistakes.”

“Senior‌ Fernan is still‌ human. It’s not‍​⁠ like he’s infallible.”‍

“But⁠‌⁠ look at everything‍⁠ he’s done—he’s predicted‍ all the corrupt‌‍ ones, even defeated‌‌ a demon. Does​ he seem like‍ an ordinary human​​ to you?”

“…Well,‌‌‌ when you put⁠⁠‍ it that way.”‌‍‌

Aint‌ and Verian both‍ nodded again.

“It’s​⁠ like he knows⁠​ ahead of time⁠​‌ when and where‌​‍ the corrupt ones​ will act.”

“That​‌‍ just means the‌‌ Pellenbergs’ intelligence network⁠‌ is that precise.‌ There’s no organization‍ on the continent‍‌ that can match​ it.”

The​⁠‍ Pellenberg information web,⁠ tied to the‍⁠‍ Golden Turtle Company,‍​ was widely recognized⁠​ as the best—so‍‌ both accepted the​‌‌ explanation.

“But⁠​ Aria, don’t you‍ feel a bit‌‌⁠ of urgency?”

At​⁠ Verian’s sudden question,⁠⁠ Aria tilted her⁠​​ head.

“Urgency?‌​⁠ About what?”

“Haven’t⁠‍‍ you heard the⁠ rumor? The new‍​ student trying to‍ stick close to‍ Senior Fernan—the top‍‍ of the Magic‌⁠​ Department.”

“I‌ heard it too.​ His name was‍‍ Abel Kalens, right?”⁠‍

“And⁠ what does that‌ have to do⁠⁠​ with me feeling​‍ urgency?”

“Because⁠‌ you’re doing the⁠​‌ same thing. Well,​ more precisely, you⁠ still are. Because⁠ you’re still at‌ it.”

“Ah.”‌

Aria‍ smiled broadly.

“Then⁠ Verian, do you​‌‌ want to play‍‌ with the spirits?⁠ Want me to​‌ take you cloud-watching?”‍

“We’re​‍ in a café!”‌​‌

“Yeah,⁠ knock it off.‍ We’re in a café—if you want‍‍ to do that,‌ take it outside.”‍‌‌

The‍‍ little quarrel ended⁠‍ thanks to Aint’s⁠‌⁠ mediation.

“But​ now that I think about it—I’m⁠ curious. Why are⁠ you so intent​ on getting close​‌ to Senior Fernan?‍⁠‍ And not just‌ him, it seems‌​⁠ like you’re trying‌‌​ to form ties⁠‍‍ with other nobles​⁠‍ too.”

“…Well…”​‍

Aria‌ hesitated for a moment. Should she‍ say it? But⁠⁠‍ on second thought,‌ it wasn’t a secret—more like something​ anyone could guess.‌⁠​

“Because⁠‌​ I want the⁠‌ Fridian family to‍ be recognized as‍‌ a legitimate line⁠ of prince-electors.”

“But​ getting close to‌‍ Senior Fernan doesn’t⁠‍ guarantee that.”

“Not‍⁠ yet. But in‌​ the future?”

In‍​ twenty or thirty​‌⁠ years, Fernan wouldn’t‍​ just be a senior—he’d be the‌​‍ head of the‌ Pellenbergs, and Aint‍⁠‍ would be the‌​​ head of the​‍⁠ Armians.

With‍​ just those two,‌‍​ that would be​‌​ two prince-electors favorable⁠⁠‍ to the Fridians.‌​

“And​‍​ that way, little‌⁠ by little, the‍ Fridians would solidify‌ our standing. My‌​‍ family has a lot of discontent.⁠⁠‌ Even after reaching⁠⁠ the rank of‌‍ prince-elector, the others​ don’t truly recognize‌‍ us.”

Some‌ even complained that​‍⁠ a high elf‌‍ shouldn’t have joined‌ the human Empire.⁠​‌

“But⁠‍⁠ there’s one problem‍⁠⁠ with that.”

“What​​ is it?”

“Are⁠ you really close‌ to Senior Fernan?‍ Because so far,‍​‌ it seems one-sided…”​​

“Verian,⁠⁠⁠ I think you‍ need to study‍⁠‍ more.”

Aria’s‌⁠ lips curled into‍ a smile.

With⁠ her radiant smile,‌ she called forth⁠⁠ the spirits again.‍

***⁠​

Ravidus‌‌​ Hall.

Aint​ sat in front‍‍ of a box.​

“Today,​ finally, is the⁠‍⁠ last day.”

— Yes, it ends⁠⁠‌ today. It’s been⁠​ a long process.​‍

It‍ was the First⁠ Emperor’s box, the‍‍​ one he had‍‌ received from Fernan.‌

At‌‍ first, he thought​‍​ it would open​ right away, but‍⁠ it wasn’t as​​‍ simple as just‌ using a descendant’s​ blood.

Blood‍⁠ was necessary, yes—but‌⁠ in a far‍‍ greater amount than‌⁠‌ expected. So much​​⁠ that it couldn’t‌⁠ be gathered in​‍ just a day⁠⁠ or two.

“That’s‍ why I’ve been​​​ feeling anemic every‍⁠⁠ day. Why’d they​‍ make it so‌​ complicated?”

— Probably to prevent⁠‌⁠ just anyone with⁠‌​ a drop of​ Armian blood from​‍​ opening it.

— Honestly, I don’t⁠⁠​ even know what’s‌ inside myself, so‌​ I can’t say‌​ for sure.

In⁠⁠‍ any case, today​​ was the final⁠⁠‍ day. Aint cut⁠​ his palm and​ let his blood​ drip onto the‍ box.

The​​ magic circle responded‌‍ immediately.

Click.‍⁠‌

The‌ seal was released.‍​⁠

“At​ last!”

— Hurry, open it!‌⁠‍

— I want to​ know what His​ Majesty the First⁠ Emperor hid too!⁠

The⁠ box opened.

Inside‍​ was…

“…What​⁠ is this?”

— Hm?

A completely unexpected object—a​⁠​ pure white sphere.⁠​

“An‍‌⁠ egg?”

— It’s an egg.‍

It​ was an egg.‍‌​

— Wait… it can’t⁠‌⁠ be…

— …Damn it! Your​​⁠ Majesty, what the​​‍ hell did you‍‍ do?

Gardner‌⁠ let out a shocked exclamation upon⁠ recognizing it.

“Why?​​ What kind of⁠⁠ egg is it?”‍‌

— A Saintbird.

The​‍​ sacred bird with​‍‍ two pairs of‍‍ wings, one of‌⁠⁠ the highest-ranked mythical‌⁠ beasts.

A symbol of House‌ Armian.

— This is a Saintbird egg!

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