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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 141

Chapter 141

Despite‌ the arrival of‌‍ the foretold date,‌‌ Frazia remained completely‍ calm.

There‌​ was no sign‍ of the corrupt,‍ not even rumors​​ of monsters.

“Are‌‌ you sure about‌‌​ what you saw?”​

“Are‌‍ you implying that‍ I was wrong?”​

“No,‌‌ I’m just saying,​ what if you​​​ fell asleep while⁠‍‌ reading the book⁠ of prophecies?”

“If⁠‌ you went through⁠‍⁠ these headaches, you’d‌ never say such‌‍​ nonsense.”

A few days passed,⁠‍ and Fernan had⁠ no choice but⁠​⁠ to admit it.⁠​

Unlike‌⁠‌ before, when the⁠ future changed little​⁠‍ by little, now‍ one of the‌ major lines of⁠⁠ destiny had been‍ completely twisted.

“Where​‌ was the mistake?”‌⁠

Fernan‌‍‍ began reviewing everything‌‌ from the most‍⁠​ recent events.

That⁠ Aint exterminated the‌‍​ corrupt in Frazia​​‍ was part of‌​‍ the original story,‌‌ so that should‌ be fine.

Then‍‍​ the next part.⁠‍

“Was​ it because of​‌⁠ Kimaris…?”

Kimaris​ and the monster⁠⁠ army that tried‌‌‌ to destroy Bercheff—or‍​ rather, who sought‌‍ to recover the⁠​​ stolen egg.

They‌ weren’t supposed to​​ descend south at⁠ that time.

The‍ book of prophecies​ didn’t even mention‌⁠ them yet.

The​ fact that Fernan⁠​‍ ended up with​‌ Decarabia’s egg was⁠​‌ what twisted the‌‍⁠ future.

“So,​​‍ can I no​⁠ longer trust the​ prophecy…?”

It‌‌ hurt to accept‌ it, but it‍‍ was inevitable.

It‍⁠‌ made sense—if the​ future was changed​ again and again⁠​ and yet everything‌‌⁠ happened the same,⁠​​ that would be⁠ what’s strange.

“Here,‌⁠‌ Hyde.”

“What’s‍ this?”

“A‍⁠​ notification that all​⁠‍ the effort was‍ in vain.”

Hyde,​ who understood who⁠ he had to‌‍ deliver it to,​‍‍ asked again.

“Do​‌ I really have⁠‌​ to go?”

“It’s⁠ someone to whom‍‍​ we must show⁠‌​ at least that⁠‍‍ courtesy.”

“And⁠ my life doesn’t⁠ matter to you?”‍​

“Don’t​​‌ worry. It’s not‌⁠‍ as dangerous as‍⁠‌ when we fought‌ demons, but at​‍ least I’ll cover⁠‌ your travel expenses​ to Fort Faios.”⁠‍

“You‌ think that’ll be‍ enough for him,‌‌​ especially since he‌​ didn’t take any​‌ other requests during⁠⁠‌ this time?”

“That’s​‍ why I’ll give⁠ him a bonus.”⁠‌

It‍‍ hurt to part‌ with that sum,‍​⁠ but losing the‌‍​ Mercenary King’s trust⁠ would hurt more.‌‍​ Trust could also⁠⁠ be bought with‌‍ money.

“Understood.‌‌‌ But tell me,​​ I’ve been wondering—what⁠‍‌ is that bird?⁠​⁠ It’s not what​⁠ I think it​ is, right?”

Hyde‍​​ pointed to the‍⁠ Saintbird waddling around‌ the office behind⁠⁠ Wooden.

“His‍ name is Silver.”‍

“You​ even gave it‍ a name?”

“I​​‍ wasn’t going to​​ just call it‌​ ‘Saintbird.’ Besides, it⁠⁠‌ looks like it’s‍‍‍ going to bring​⁠ me lots of‍ silver coins, don’t‍​ you think?”

“Really‌⁠​ improvised… but is‍‌ it really a Saintbird? Where did​ you get it?”⁠‌

The‌⁠​ legendary winged spirit‍⁠⁠ had left Hyde‌‍⁠ speechless.

“I‍⁠ got it from​⁠ Aint.”

When‍‍‍ he heard the‌ full story, Hyde​​‍ let out a disbelieving laugh.

“Aint⁠‌​ Armian must’ve had​​‌ quite a stomachache‌​ over that.”

“With‍ everything I’ve already​ given him, I can well keep⁠​​ this.”

“Well,⁠​ looked at that​⁠‍ way, it makes‍⁠⁠ sense.”

“Anyway,‌ go already.”

“But‍‌‍ if I go,‍ what will you​‍ do without Wooden⁠​⁠ by your side⁠‍⁠ as a guard?”‍‌‌

It‍‌‌ was true. The​‌​ only reason Hyde⁠ didn’t insist more‌‍⁠ on being a permanent shadow was‍⁠ because Wooden was⁠⁠‌ there. Without him,‌​​ Fernan was practically​‌‍ defenseless.

“It⁠‌ doesn’t matter. If‍ I leave the​ academy, it’s different,​ but nothing serious⁠‌⁠ should happen while​⁠ I’m here.”

“Still,⁠⁠⁠ it leaves me​ uneasy—you attract too​​ much trouble.”

“If‍ someone hears that,‍⁠ they’ll think I go looking for⁠ it myself.”

Fernan​‍⁠ snorted mockingly.

“And‌‌⁠ the corrupt that‍ were in the​‌ research building, what​⁠ about that?”

“It’s​‍ an order.”

“…Alright.​ I’ll go and‍ come back as​ quickly as possible.”⁠

Hyde​⁠ sighed in resignation⁠⁠ and left.

***⁠‌

While⁠ life at the​‍‌ academy continued peacefully,⁠‌ two changes came‍​ to Fernan’s routine.‍⁠

“Senior.”⁠‍​

The‍‌ first was that⁠ Aint Armian began‍‍ visiting him every‍​ day.

It​⁠ seemed he couldn’t‍‌​ get over the⁠ fact that the​⁠‍ Saintbird was in‍ Fernan’s hands, even‌ if only nominally,⁠ and he stopped‌ by daily to​‍ see it.

‘I‍ hope it doesn’t‌​ change owners under‌‌ the influence of⁠‍ the Armian bloodline.’⁠

It‍ was as if‌​ he was trying​​ to imprint himself​‍ on it, but‌‍ Fernan didn’t have⁠⁠ any strong reason‌ to refuse. He​ understood well—losing something⁠‍ like that would⁠⁠⁠ hurt.

At​⁠‌ least he was​⁠ thankful that the​ little bird still⁠ looked at him‌​ as if he⁠​ were its true‍ father.

“So‍ even you can⁠​​ make mistakes, Senior.”⁠

“I⁠​ don’t know everything.⁠ I suppose what‌‍ happened at Bercheff​‌ made those bastards⁠ hide for a while.”

“Or‌​‌ maybe it was‌‌​ because I and⁠ the others made‍​ too much noise‍‍ in Frazia.”

“That’s⁠ possible too.”

Either⁠‌​ way, not everything‍⁠ was bad.

“I⁠‌‌ didn’t think I’d​​ hear you say‍ something like that.”‍⁠‌

“I​‍ simply made the⁠⁠ most realistic decision.‌ In a world‍ where demons already​‍ roam freely, between‍‌ Armian and Schwaben,⁠ I chose the‍​ side that shines‌ brighter. Nine out‌‌ of ten would‌ do the same.”​

“I‍‌ don’t think so.‌‍‍ The Armians have‌​‌ nothing. And besides,‍ what if Schwaben…?”‍‍

Speaking​ with Aint daily⁠ allowed them to‍‌ grow closer.

“You⁠‌ mean they might​‌‌ have the Armian⁠ secret swordsmanship?”

“You‍‍ already knew?”

“It‌ was obvious. They’re‌ not stupid—they wouldn’t‌‌‍ try to kill​⁠‌ someone essential without‌ having an ace⁠⁠‌ up their sleeve.”​‍​

“And‌⁠ yet you still‍⁠⁠ say the Armians‍‍ are the real​⁠‍ deal?”

“Precisely‍ because of that.​⁠ Thieves will never‍‍ be able to⁠ truly master it.”​⁠

That‌‍ allowed Fernan to‍​ strengthen ties with‍ Aint, both as‍​⁠ an ally against‌ demons and in‌ his role of‌​ support for House⁠ Armian.

Valuable,⁠ meaningful time.

“Senior.”⁠

The‍ second change was‍⁠ also someone’s visit—but⁠⁠‍ not as pleasant⁠ as Aint’s.

Every‌​ time Abel Kalens,‍ the first-place student⁠​ in the first-year⁠‌⁠ Magic Department, ran​ into him, he⁠⁠ would appear with​‍ a book in‍‌⁠ hand.

It⁠​ wasn’t frequent, but⁠ every encounter was‌‌‌ annoying.

Fernan‌ liked being around‌ the talented, but⁠​ after Aaron’s betrayal,​ he was wary⁠⁠ of those without‍ solid backing.

And​‍‌ he still hadn’t⁠​ received a full‌​⁠ report on him‌⁠​ from the Golden⁠‌ Pillar.

“What‍​‍ is it?”

“Nothing,‍​ we just ran‌‌ into each other‍‌‌ by chance. I came to say⁠ hello.”

That‍​​ was the problem—there‍ were too many‍⁠‍ “coincidences” for his​​‍ liking.

Until‍⁠​ one day, Abel​‌​ said something unexpected.‍‌

“Ah,⁠‍⁠ Senior. I discovered‍⁠‍ something strange.”

“Something‌⁠ strange?”

“I⁠​​ don’t know if⁠​​ I should say⁠​‍ it…”

“If⁠​ you don’t want‍‌ to, don’t.”

“Wait,⁠‌ I’ll say it.”‍⁠

What‍ he said didn’t‌ seem like much‌‍ at first—one sleepless​‌ night, he took‍ a walk through‍‌ the city and⁠‌ saw the bookstore​‌⁠ owner pushing a cart toward the‌‍​ forest.

“The⁠ forest?”

“Yes.‍‌ The southern forest.”⁠‌‌

“Did​‌ you follow him?”⁠

“It‍ seemed strange, so⁠ yes. And I saw him dig‌ a hole in‍​ a clearing and‌ bury what he⁠ was carrying in‍ the cart.”

“What​⁠ was he carrying?”‍

“It‌ looked like a box, but I’m⁠‍‍ not sure. His​‌‍ perception was stronger⁠‍ than I thought‍‍⁠ and he almost​ noticed me.”

Abel‍ explained that he⁠​‍ fled immediately.

“And‌⁠ how did you‍ get into the‌​ forest? Weren’t there⁠⁠‌ guards?”

If⁠⁠‌ he had confronted⁠ them, he wouldn’t‍‌ have been able‌⁠ to enter. And‍ if not, the⁠​‍ runes would have‍​⁠ detected illegal entry​⁠⁠ and they’d have⁠​ gone after him.​‌

“I‌ did run into​‍⁠ a guard. But​‌ he looked me‌‍ in the eyes,‌‌ froze, and then⁠⁠​ walked away like‌​⁠ nothing happened.”

“…Just⁠ like that?”

Aint⁠‍ recalled when Aria​ and Verian fell‍‍​ under mental magic‌‌⁠ and the branches​⁠ of the World‍⁠ Tree were corrupted.⁠‍‍

“Where​‌ was this?”

“If‌ you want, I can guide you.”‌

“Wait.‍ There’s someone else‍ who should come.”⁠‌

After​‍ a moment’s thought,‌ Fernan brought Aint⁠​ along.

“Let’s⁠ go.”

“What’s​‌ going on all‌ of a sudden?⁠‍ And him?”

“It’s‍‌⁠ an honor to​​ meet you, Senior‌⁠⁠ Aint. I’m Abel‌⁠‌ Kalens.”

The‍‌ three arrived at‌ the southern forest.⁠​ Thanks to Fernan’s​ measures, no guards‍‌ appeared.

“It’s‍ here.”

“Aint,‍ feel anything?”

“Not‍⁠ yet…”

Fernan‍ began to dig⁠⁠ with magic. About‌ ten meters underground,‍‍⁠ he noticed something‌ odd.

“This⁠⁠ is…”

Lack‍ of mana. It⁠‍ reminded him of⁠⁠ Bercheff.

That⁠​⁠ underground space where‍‌‌ he found Decarabia’s‍⁠​ egg. Much weaker,‌ of course, but‌‌⁠ the sensation was⁠ the same.

“Aint,​ the earth is⁠ contaminated.”

“Really?”⁠

As​ Fernan said, the⁠ underground soil was⁠ blackened.

A faint demonic energy​ emanated from the⁠​ place. And in​⁠ the center, a small box.

Click.‌‍ They opened the‌ box cautiously, and‌ a sinister aura‍ escaped. Inside, something‌​ black squirmed.

“…What‍‍ is this?”

“A‍​ terrible miasma…”

“An…​‌ eye?”

It​ wasn’t a piece​​ of flesh. It‌‌⁠ was a moving‌​⁠ eyeball, and they⁠ could clearly feel‍​ its gaze.

The‌​ moment they made‌‌‍ eye contact, Fernan‍‍​ felt his mind⁠‌‌ being invaded, and⁠⁠⁠ his mana stirred.‌‌

“Aint,‍‌‌ destroy it. Now.”‌

“Yes!”​​⁠

Aint‍ unsheathed his sword.‌‌‌ The holy light​​​ drove out the‍‌​ corruption and asserted‍⁠ its power.

───!‌⁠‌

The‌​ light sliced through​ the darkness.

The⁠‍​ eye resisted, but⁠ couldn’t withstand the​‌⁠ punishment.

Shattered‌‍ fragments thrashed like‌ screams, until they⁠‌ turned to dust.⁠⁠

…Dust?⁠‌

Fernan​‍‌ knew that only‌​ demons left behind‍‌ nothing—not even a corpse.

‘Then‍ was it…?’

A demon’s eye?

If‍​ so, it explained‌‌‍ how even a simple eye could​​‍ emit such corruption.‍

The‌ question was how⁠‌ a mere bookseller⁠‍⁠ had it—and for​‍‌ what purpose he‍‍‍ buried it here.‍‍‌

The⁠ answer was simple:‌‍‍ because he was‍ corrupt.

“Another‌​⁠ bookstore. First last‍ time, and now‍‌⁠ again. Is there​ a demon out⁠ there who just‍​‌ loves books?”

“Aint,​ what do you‍⁠‍ think that was?”⁠

“…Well,​‍ it looked like​ flesh, but if​ a single piece​‍ carried that much‌ corruption, I’d say‍‍ it was part⁠ of a demon.”⁠​

“I‍‌‍ think so too.‍​​ I’ve fought plenty​‌ of monsters, and​⁠‌ only demons leave⁠​ no remains.”

“So‌ that was a piece of a demon? Heavens…!”

Abel’s⁠‍⁠ brief cry made​⁠ Fernan pause the‌ conversation.

“That’s‍ right. If not​​ for this, the⁠ academy would have​‌⁠ suffered another catastrophe.‍‌ I thank you—it‍‌ was thanks to‍⁠ you.”

“No,‍⁠ I just did‍​‍ what I had‍ to. Though I never imagined it‌‍‍ was a demon.”​

“By‍​‍ the way, I want to examine⁠​‌ your interior.”

“…What?”⁠⁠‍

The⁠‍​ comment caught Abel​ off guard.

“Isn’t‌​​ it strange?”

Rumble.‌​‌ The ground rose,‌⁠‍ and stone walls⁠​ blocked any possible‌​‍ escape for Abel‌⁠ Kalens.

“Since‍‌​ you arrived, you’ve⁠⁠ been hanging around​ me, and you’re​‍​ the one bringing​⁠ news about corruption⁠ and demons.”

“That’s‍ because my family‌ isn’t wealthy, and​ I wanted to⁠ get close to‍ you…”

“That‌‌ may be.”

Fernan​​​ didn’t rule that‍​ out.

Which​ made the solution‌​⁠ simple.

“Let‍ Aint examine your‌‌⁠ interior. If it’s​​ proven you’re not⁠⁠​ corrupt, I’ll offer‌‌ a formal apology.”⁠

A Pellenberg apology was⁠‍‍ never just words—it⁠ always included monetary⁠‌ compensation.

“…But​‍‍ to examine someone‌⁠ else’s mana? Even​ if it’s you,​‍ that crosses a line!”

“Then‌ answer this.”

Fernan‌​⁠ curled his lip.​

“Why⁠ did you come⁠‌‌ to me?”

“I…”​

“If⁠‌ there are problems,‍⁠ you go to​‌ administration or a professor. But you⁠‌ came to me.”⁠‍

“Because​ you’ve achieved great​​ merit against the‌⁠ corrupt, and…”

“If⁠⁠ that were true,‌‌ you should have​ gone to Aint,‌​⁠ not me.”

Although​‍ Fernan had been​ behind most of‌‌ the incidents, he⁠ rarely showed himself‍‍ publicly.

Usually‌ it was Aint‌⁠⁠ or the Royal‌‌​ Knights who appeared.​​

A regular student shouldn’t​ have known he⁠‌​ was the true​‍‍ core.

“And​ above all…”

Fernan⁠ went silent. There‍⁠ was no need​⁠⁠ to say it.​

That‌​‌ Timon Baertz, who‌ should’ve been corrupt,​‌​ wasn’t; and that‍⁠‍ Abel Kalens, who⁠ shouldn’t be first‌ in his class,​ was. All of‌‍ it made him⁠‍ suspicious.

“…I‌ helped uncover a demon piece, and⁠⁠‌ you still think⁠​‌ I’m corrupt?”

“I‍‌⁠ hope you’re not.⁠​‍ But that’s why⁠ I want to‍‍ confirm it. And⁠ you should know:​ the longer the‍​ excuse, the more‌​ suspicious it sounds.”⁠

At​⁠ that moment—

“You’re​⁠​ right.”

The⁠ air around him​⁠⁠ changed.

“And⁠‍ yet I can’t​⁠ accept it. If‍ that damned energy‍ enters me, my‌ insides will be⁠⁠ destroyed.”

Prfhfh.‍‍ Abel let out‌​ a laugh. It​ was far from‌​ joyful—it was pure‌​ madness.

“I‍ already sacrificed a piece of demon.‍⁠​ Then you should‌ believe me! Why‍​ do you still‍‌‍ doubt me so​‌⁠ much?”

The‍ rage.

A burning heat exploded.‍

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