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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 14

Chapter 14

“So‌‍ it’s finally today.”‌

“You‌ again! You’re not‍ Armian!”

Verian‌​ charged. Aint calmly​⁠​ withstood his assault.​‌

Since⁠ his defeat, Verian‍ had trained relentlessly,‌⁠‍ clenching his teeth‍ in frustration. The⁠​ tip of his‌‍ sword had become⁠‌‍ even sharper.

A fierce exchange unfolded.⁠​‍

But⁠ the result had‍ already been decided.⁠​​ Aint wasn’t the‍ kind of opponent​​‍ to lose against​ someone he had‌ already defeated once.​​

Especially⁠​ not with the‍‌‌ greatest master, the⁠​⁠ gardener Alpenfarsen, at‍‍​ his side.

“I‍‍ bear you no‍ particular grudge.”

Aint’s⁠‌‌ sword cut Verian.‍ His guiding light‍ went out.

“It’s⁠​‌ over…”

“Don’t‍⁠‌ be ridiculous!”

However,‍‍⁠ the instructors didn’t​ appear and Verian‍ refused to admit‍ defeat.

“A​​ disgrace who’s forgotten⁠ chivalry. Kill him.​ If he lives,‍​ he’ll disgrace the​​⁠ honor of the‌​ knights.”

“I⁠​ can’t do that.”⁠‍

“Then‌​ knock him unconscious.‍‍ Leave him and⁠ the instructors will​‌​ take him.”

Leaving‍ the fallen Verian​⁠‌ behind, Aint had⁠ no idea that‍​ the demonic energy,​​ slowly beginning to‍​ seep in, had​ started to consume‍⁠⁠ Verian’s body and⁠​ mind.

At‌ dawn, Fernan greeted‍​ the morning with⁠ a headache.

After‌ an hour of⁠‌ light tea, he⁠​ headed to the‍​​ Golden Turtle Trading‍‌ Company’s academy branch.‌‌

“Young⁠‍⁠ master, you’ve arrived.”​

“Young​​‍ master.”

Ignoring‌​ the staff’s greetings,‌‍ he headed to​ the warehouse.

Opening‍‍‌ one of the‌‌⁠ many large storage‍ units, he entered,‌⁠ opened his personal​‌‌ subspace, and began‍ storing items in​‌ it.

“What⁠‍ are you doing?”⁠​

“Preparing​‍ for contingencies.”

“Are‍​ you going to​ war or something?”⁠‌‍

Ignoring⁠​‍ the comment, Fernan‍‍ continued filling his‌ subspace until it⁠ was completely packed.‍ Empty spots started‌ appearing throughout the​⁠‍ vast warehouse.

“Hyde,​‍ when did you⁠ get here?”

“When‌‍⁠ you entered the⁠ warehouse,” Hyde replied.‌

“What‍‌ about Verian?”

“You⁠​‍ told me to⁠‌⁠ report first thing‌⁠ in the morning,​‌‌ right?”

“And​‍ Verian?”

“Still⁠‍ no unusual behavior.”‍‍‌

“Still?”⁠

“Yes.”‌‌⁠

“That’s⁠‌⁠ a bit concerning.”‍⁠

Hyde‍‌ had no reason‍⁠‍ to lie to‍​ him. Though something​​⁠ felt off, Fernan​‍ had no choice‍ but to accept‌ it.

‘Then‍ there are only‌⁠ two possibilities. Either⁠ the demon never‌‌‍ existed, contrary to‌‍⁠ the prophecy—’

“…Or‌‍ you lacked the‍ skills.”

“That’s‌‌‍ the first time⁠ I’ve heard that⁠‌​ in my life,”‌‍ Hyde replied with‍‌ a serious face.‍​

“I‌ don’t know what​‌‌ it is, but‌​ I’m suggesting maybe‌‌ your suspicions are​‌‌ just that—suspicions.”

“So⁠​⁠ you’re saying I’m⁠⁠​ delusional.”

“That’s⁠⁠ not what I meant. Besides, I don’t even know‌⁠ why you ordered‍​‌ me to monitor‍​ Verian Kalburdern.”

Of‌ course not, Fernan‍ hadn’t explained it‍‍‍ clearly.

Even‍‍‌ if he tried‍‌ to reason it‌‍⁠ out, without knowing⁠ Verian was supposed‍‍ to fall to​ a demon in⁠‌​ the future, there‍‌ was no way⁠​​ to draw a logical conclusion.

“Well,⁠ that’s how the⁠⁠​ world works.”

Things‌​ rarely go as⁠​ planned. Especially when‌ it comes to⁠⁠⁠ demons that hadn’t​‌ appeared in over‍​‍ a thousand years.‌⁠

“Anyway,‍ something more urgent‌ has come up.”⁠‌​

Fernan‌ closed his now-filled⁠‍​ subspace and replied.‍‌⁠

“I’m⁠ going to supervise‌‌‍ the midterms.”

“First‌‍‍ years again?”

“Yes.”​⁠​

“Do⁠ you really have​ to go that​ far for Aint​ Armian? I don’t‍​ really get it.”‌​

“I’ll‌ explain everything once⁠⁠ this is over.”‌

If⁠‍ Verian really had‌‍ become a demon’s‍‍​ pawn, he could⁠‌ gather evidence. If‍​ not, the prophecy⁠ was false, and‌ he could convince⁠‍⁠ Hyde accordingly.

“I⁠‍ trust you… but​‌ do you have⁠ to go alone​ this time?”

“Why?”‍

“Because‌⁠ I can’t go​ with you.”

“…What‍​ do you mean?”‍⁠

Fernan’s‌‌​ eyes widened at‍ the completely unexpected‍‌ response.

“A⁠⁠ letter came from‌​⁠ the family.”

Hyde‍​ handed him a letter with a broken seal.

Fernan⁠ checked it and​‍​ clicked his tongue.⁠‌

“A⁠‌‌ summons from my​​​ father.”

“Yes.”‌‌

“Ugh…‌⁠‍ Why now, of‍‌⁠ all times?”

“Yes.”​⁠​

This⁠​​ was bad.

He​​ was on his⁠‌⁠ way to personally⁠‍ confirm the demon‍‍ with his own⁠​‍ eyes. There was‍​​ no way to​‍ know what variables​⁠ or dangers might​‍‌ lurk, so he‌⁠​ had tried to‌​‍ prepare as best⁠ he could.

In⁠⁠ that sense, an‌⁠‍ escort wasn’t optional—it‌ was a necessity.‌‍‌

After‍ thinking for a moment, Fernan nodded.⁠​‍

“It⁠​ can’t be helped.‌‍⁠ Go, I’ll take⁠ someone else.”

“Someone‍​ else?”

Fernan⁠‌‌ tore a piece‍‍⁠ of paper from‌⁠ a stack in‌​​ the corner of​⁠​ the warehouse and‌‍‌ scribbled something on​⁠‌ it.

“Deliver‍ this to Luina⁠‌​ Bercheff. As quickly⁠ as possible.”

Fortunately,⁠‌ he still had‌‌ another card to​ play.

“What‌ is this, so⁠​ early in the‍ morning?”

After‌ leaving the trading‍ company, Fernan entered⁠​‍ a café. It⁠‌ was run by‌‍ the company.

When​ he opened the⁠‌‍ door to a private room, Luina‍‌‍ was already waiting,⁠ having responded to​‌ his message.

“I’ll⁠⁠‍ get straight to‍⁠ the point—we don’t⁠ have much time.​ A rare elixir‌⁠‌ has been discovered⁠​⁠ in the northwestern⁠‍‍ mountains.”

“An‍⁠ elixir?”

“It’s‌ comparable to the​‍ mandrake you took.‍ I’m going to‌‍ harvest it.”

At​‌ the mention of‌⁠ mandrake, Luina’s eyes‍‍ widened.

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

“I⁠‌ want to ask​ you to accompany​⁠ me. While harvesting​‍​ an elixir, I won’t be in‌‍​ a position to​ watch my surroundings.”​‌⁠

Luina⁠‍ tilted her head​‍ at his words.​⁠

“But‍ the western slope​​ of the mountains‍‍ is where the⁠​ first-year knight students‌⁠​ are taking their⁠​‌ midterms. Access should⁠⁠⁠ be restricted, no?”⁠⁠​

“There’s‌‌‍ nothing in this‍‍⁠ world that money‌ can’t resolve.”

“…You​ say that like⁠​‍ bribery is something​​⁠ to be proud‌⁠​ of.”

She​‍‌ shot Fernan a scornful look.

“Who‌‌‍ was it? Actually,‌‌ I don’t even​​ need to ask.‌‌⁠ Professor Grad. I can’t believe he‌ took a bribe​ and let someone⁠‌‌ into a testing‍‍⁠ site…”

“That’s⁠​‍ not what matters⁠‍ right now.”

“How⁠‌⁠ can that not​ be what matters?”​⁠

Fernan‌⁠ had brought a fake elixir because⁠‍ he knew her⁠‌ personality well.

Rather‌‍ than intrude into​‌ the exam site‍‍ without reason, it‌‍ was better to‌⁠‌ have a clear‍‌ purpose—one that wasn’t‌ intended to harm‍ anyone.

“I’ll‌​‌ collect the elixir​​⁠ and leave. If​ you come with⁠​ me, there’ll be‍‌‍ no need to​ cause trouble.”

“Does‍​ it really have​‌‌ to be today?”⁠

“It’s‍​‍ a rare elixir.​ What if someone⁠​ else finds it‍‌​ today?”

“One‌‌ day late—”

“Even‌‌‍ being a minute‍⁠ late can mean‌‍​ losing the right‌ to a plant.”​​

And⁠‍ once she came​‌ with him, all​⁠ he had to‌ do was orchestrate‍‍‌ a meeting with​​‍ the demon.

Luina⁠⁠‍ Bercheff was someone‍‍ who believed in​‍⁠ upholding justice and‌​ protecting the weak—a​‍ model knight in​‍​ every sense.

And‌ if she came‍‌‍ face-to-face with a real demon?

If‍‌ she realized she​⁠ had to fight‍ it?

What⁠​‌ would she do?‌‍‌ Stand by or​ act?

And‌‌ maybe she would⁠ become more cooperative‌ with Fernan, who‍​ was trying to⁠ stop the demons.⁠

‘Even​⁠ though the prophecy’s‍‌‌ credibility has slightly‌ diminished, the fact‍ remains: it warned‌⁠ of demons that‍ would plunge the‌‍⁠ entire continent into‍‍ chaos.’

This⁠ wasn’t a threat​​‍ that one person​​⁠ or one household‌ could stop alone.‌

He‍​ needed allies.

Sure,‍⁠ Aint Armian might‌‌ end up stopping​‌ the demon anyway.‌ But now that‍‌⁠ he was aware‍​ his actions could⁠ change the future,‌ he had to‌ prepare for any‍‌ possible outcome.

He‌⁠⁠ had to be​⁠ ready for the​‍‍ butterfly effect of‍ a changed fate.​‌

“In​​ that sense, you’re​‍⁠ quite suitable.”

The‌‍ second-ranked student in‌‍⁠ the academy, daughter‍ of a former‍⁠⁠ Elector family, was​​ slowly regaining her​​⁠ strength, even if‌​ that strength had⁠‍ once crumbled.

And​ the prophecy, still‌ largely accurate, had‌⁠ named her a future Royal Knight,‌ despite some cracks‌‍‍ in its credibility.⁠​

She​ was the ideal‍⁠​ assistant.

Originally,‍ he had only‍⁠⁠ planned to show​ her the evidence,⁠ but now that‍⁠ Hyde had been​‍ called away, he⁠ had no choice‌‍ but to bring‍ her as a companion and let‌ her witness it‌‌‍ firsthand.

“…What’s‍‌ that supposed to⁠​ mean, all of‌ a sudden?”

“It‍‍⁠ means I’m counting‌‍‌ on you to​‌ be my companion.”‌

“I⁠‌‍ never said I would.”

Luina‍ frowned.

“Why‌⁠⁠ should I? I’m‍ busy with the‍⁠​ midterms too.”

“You​ ate the mandrake‌ root, didn’t you?”‍‌

Her‍⁠ aura was clearly​ different from before.⁠ She hadn’t fully​ assimilated the elixir’s‌​⁠ energy yet; it‍⁠‌ felt wild and​ unruly.

“…How‍⁠​ long do you‌ think you can‍‍⁠ keep using that‍‍ against me?”

“This⁠‍‍ is only the‍​⁠ second time. And⁠​⁠ the last.”

“Even​⁠⁠ so, sneaking into‍ the exam site‌ is too much…”‍

While⁠ she hesitated, Fernan​‌‌ spoke again. He​‍ hadn’t planned to‍⁠ rely on words‍⁠ alone to persuade‍​‌ her.

“I’m‍‌‌ visiting my family‌ over the break.​‍⁠ I’m thinking of​⁠‍ bringing up the​‍‍ matter of House⁠ Bercheff to my⁠‍​ father.”

“…Are⁠ you blackmailing me⁠‍​ right now?”

“No.‍‌‍ It’s a proposal.⁠⁠ If you help‌ me, maybe your‌​‌ family’s interest rates‌‍⁠ won’t go up‌‍ after graduation.”

“You⁠ think that’s going​⁠‌ to—”

“I‍⁠ think I’ve earned‍‌‌ enough trust.”

“Still…”‍

“Who‍‍‍ knows how many​ years it might​⁠ take for your​​‌ family’s restoration to‍‌​ come.”

Luina⁠‍‌ grabbed his hand.‌

The‍‌⁠ first-year midterms had​‍‌ nothing extraordinary about‌‍ them.

Just⁠​⁠ like the second-years⁠ had done not‌​ long ago, the​ students demonstrated their‍ skills in the‍‌‍ northern mountain range.⁠‍

The‍‍⁠ difference this time⁠ was that it⁠‍​ wasn’t a paired​⁠⁠ test, but one​​ conducted solely by⁠​ the Knight Department.​‌ It lasted two​​⁠ days. And it⁠​ wasn’t just a practice—it was a real exam.

***‌

In​‍⁠ the thick forests​ of the mountains,⁠⁠ a young man‍⁠‍ and a woman‌ moved silently.

“Conceal‌​‌ your presence as⁠‍​ much as possible.‌ Don’t let any‌⁠ teachers or instructors⁠ detect you.”

Fernan‍‌ spoke as he⁠‌ wore a special⁠⁠ cloak that concealed‌‍⁠ his presence and‍ energy.

“Didn’t​ you say you‍ bribed Professor Grad?”​

“Just⁠‌ because I bribed⁠‌ him doesn’t mean⁠‍ I can walk‌ around in the​⁠⁠ open.”

“At‌ least you know‌‍ this is problematic.‌​‌ That’s something, I guess.”

Luina,‌⁠​ who was also⁠ wearing a stealth‍‍‍ cloak, let out‌‍‌ a soft sigh.⁠‍

“So,⁠‌ where are we‍‍​ going?”

“To‍‍ wait.”

Fernan‌​ pulled a map‍ from his coat.⁠‍ Red and blue‌‍ dots moved around​ on it.

“According​‌ to this map…”⁠⁠

“…That’s​​ a professor’s map,‍ isn’t it?”

“Correct.‌ I received it‌​ along with strict‌‌ instructions not to‌‍ cross paths with​ any instructors or‌ students.”

“…Oh,‍⁠ Professor Grad. Nothing‌‌ surprises me anymore.”​‌

No,‍ Luina muttered, maybe‍⁠ sneaking them in⁠ like this was​ actually the best⁠​​ option.

Fernan‍ acted as if​ everything was going⁠ smoothly while searching‍​‍ for a number.⁠‍⁠ The point marked‌​⁠ with 38 was⁠⁠​ him.

“Well.”‍

He‌​ saw a nearby⁠‌‍ point marked with‍⁠‌ a 2, and​ his eyes lit‍ up.

“This​ way. Let’s go.”‍

“Right.‌⁠ And we’re just​‍‌ going to collect⁠‍ the elixir and​‍ leave immediately.”

“Obviously.”⁠‍

“It⁠⁠​ doesn’t sound obvious​ when it’s you​ saying it.”

The​⁠​ two moved quickly‍‍ into the mountains.⁠⁠ Monsters emitting a foul stench appeared,‌‍⁠ but thanks to⁠​ their suppression techniques⁠ and the help​​⁠ of artifacts, they‌‍‌ managed to avoid‌⁠ them.

Thanks​‌⁠ to the map,⁠‍ they also avoided​‍ any encounters with⁠‌ students or instructors.‌‌

The⁠‍‍ unexpected happened when⁠‌ they reached the⁠‌‍ central region of‌‍‍ the mountain range.⁠‍‌

───!‌​

──!‍

Roars​‍​ and monster screams‍‌⁠ erupted from all‍‍‍ directions.

A sinister energy began⁠ spreading throughout the​‌⁠ area.

The‍‌ dots on the⁠⁠ map moved frantically,​​ and students’ screams⁠​​ echoed through the‍ forest.

“…What‌ is this?”

Alarmed,‌​‍ Luina drew her⁠⁠ sword.

Before‍​‍ them stood a troll, eyes bloodshot‍​‌ and nostrils flaring.​‌‍

Its​ bulging veins and​‌ muscles, along with‍ the drool pouring‌‌ from its mouth,‌ made it clear‌‌‌ this wasn’t a normal state.

“…!”‍‍

Her​​ sword met the​ club. Luina’s shining‌ blue aura blade⁠⁠​ split the club‍ in a single‍‍⁠ strike.

However,​ even without its⁠ weapon, the troll‍‌ didn’t falter. Eyes‍‌ rolling back, it​‍‍ threw a punch.‌

Boom!‌

A crater formed in⁠​ the ground. Debris​ exploded in every​ direction.

At⁠ the same time,‍ stone spears shot‍​‌ out from all‍‍ sides, piercing the​ troll—but it didn’t‌​​ react.

Even⁠‌‌ with spears in‍​​ its back, it⁠ charged at Luina‌​ with the intent⁠⁠ to kill.

It​‍​ crushed trees with‌⁠‌ its body. Even​‌ when its arm⁠⁠ was cut off⁠‌ by her sword,​⁠‍ it didn’t stop.‌

It​‌⁠ was pure madness.‍

“WHAT​‍​ IS THIS?!”

“It’s⁠​⁠ in a berserk‌​‍ state! Be careful!⁠ Trolls in that‍‍‍ state don’t feel‍ pain; you have⁠‌‍ to decapitate them​⁠‌ completely to kill⁠ them.”

Berserker​ monsters were completely‍‌​ different from normal⁠‍⁠ ones.

They⁠‍​ burned through their‍​‌ life force in⁠‌ a frenzied rampage;‌​​ each one posed​⁠ a deadly threat.‌​

This⁠‍ was an anomaly⁠ severe enough to‌‍ justify immediate suspension‍‍‌ of the exam.‌‍‍

Fernan​‌ hadn’t expected the‍‌ monster to instinctively‍​ pierce through the‌⁠ stealth artifact, but‍⁠ he stayed calm.​⁠​

“So‌‍‌ it’s begun.”

Because‌​ he knew this‍‍ was exactly the‍ event foretold in‍ the prophecy.

‘Even‌ without contact between⁠​ Verian and the‍ demons, the monster‍ wave still happens,​‍ huh?’

He‌​‍ scoffed to himself.​‌‍

‘No⁠​ need to pretend‍‍‍ anymore. How ridiculous.’‍⁠

With‍ a mocking smile,‌⁠ Fernan began casting​‌ a spell.

First,‍‌‌ he needed to‌‌​ get rid of​‌ that tenacious beast.‌​

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