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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 142

Chapter 142

“I⁠ offered the demon’s​​ flesh! You should⁠ believe me! Where‍‍ have you ever⁠‌ seen a corrupt⁠​​ sacrificing a demon’s​‌‍ flesh?”

Abel‌‍⁠ Kalens’ face turned‌‍‌ red, unable to‍ contain his fury.⁠⁠​

“He’s⁠ standing right in‍⁠ front of me.”⁠​

With‍ no intention of‌‌‍ hiding anymore, a wave of demonic⁠‍​ energy began to⁠‍ leak out.

“Do⁠⁠⁠ you know how‍⁠‌ much mental preparation⁠⁠⁠ it took to‌ bury that there?”​​

“Should⁠ I care?”

“Of⁠‍ course, you should!‍‌‍ Fernan Pellenberg, you​ have no idea⁠‍ how many plans​ were ruined because⁠⁠ of you.”

Abel‍‍ growled in a low voice.

“According‌​‌ to the plan,‍ the Academy was​ supposed to be⁠‌⁠ reduced to rubble.‍ The continental academic‍⁠⁠ conference was to⁠⁠ be destroyed, isolating‌​‌ Vienderk, and the‍‍‌ northern legions were⁠‍⁠ supposed to grow​‌ even stronger.”

That⁠ way, the continent⁠‍​ would fall into​​ chaos. In the​‌​ meantime, the corrupt‍ would rule, and⁠ demons would be⁠ summoned one after⁠‍​ another, turning the⁠ world into a new hell.

“Thanks‌‌​ for the compliment.​ Sounds like I’ve​⁠​ done a good‌⁠‍ job.”

“Yes,⁠‌​ too good for​ a mere human.‍‍ Do you know‍ how shocked I was? You, who‌​ were supposed to​‍​ fail and drag‍ Pellenberg into ruin,‍ are now standing‌⁠ beside Aint as​ his ally!”

Fernan⁠‍​ gave a twisted‍​ smile.

So⁠ that was it.‍‌‍ The cursed plans‌ of the corrupt​‍ had tormented him​‍ for so long​ that just thinking⁠ about them made‍​​ his teeth grind.‌‌ But it didn’t​ matter anymore. The​‍ future had changed​‍⁠ for the better,⁠ and now he‌⁠‌ could see with​‍ his own eyes⁠‌‍ how the corrupt‍​‍ were crumbling.

Most⁠ importantly, Abel had‌​⁠ confessed in front​‌ of Aint that‌ it was all​⁠ the work of‍⁠ the corrupt.

That‌⁠‍ alone made any​‌‌ chance of becoming‍⁠ enemies with Aint​​⁠ practically zero.

“So​​‍ I infiltrated to‍‌‌ observe you…”

“For​‍⁠ that, your plan‌ was far too⁠‌ sloppy.”

Surprisingly,‍‍⁠ Abel nodded without‌ hesitation.

“My​‍​ mistake. I admit‌​ it. I was​‍ so focused on‌⁠ watching Aint Armian​⁠ that when you‍‍ suddenly appeared, I panicked.”

That’s⁠⁠ why the plan​‌‍ had been so​‌ poorly executed.

“No,​ not really.”

Suddenly,‌ the anger vanished‌ from his face‍ as if it⁠⁠ had been fake.‍‍ Abel doubled over​‍‍ with laughter, clutching⁠​ his stomach.

“Surprise!​​ This was all‍⁠⁠ part of my⁠ plan.”

“Your​​‌ plan?”

“Yes.‍​ The plan. I convinced myself that⁠⁠⁠ you were the‍​‍ one to watch,‌‍‍ not Aint. That’s‌ enough.”

The⁠ eye had been​‌ a costly sacrifice,​​ but in exchange,‌‌ he had confirmed‌‌⁠ what he needed.​​

“For‍‍ that, what you​‌ offered was too‍‌ much. Don’t pretend‌⁠⁠ it didn’t hurt⁠ to lose it.”‌‌‍

He⁠‍​ should’ve suspected Fernan​ much earlier. Fernan‍⁠ had faced the‍ corrupt alongside Aint​⁠​ several times. Pretending​‌‌ not to have‌ noticed was absurd.⁠​

“What’s‌ your real goal?”​⁠

“And​ you think I’ll​⁠ tell you? Besides,‌ of course it‍‍​ hurts, damn it!‌⁠​ I offered something‌ like that and​‌⁠ you still don’t⁠ trust me, you​ damned skeptic!”

With⁠ a face twisted‍ like a demon’s,‌​ Abel raised a book in one⁠⁠‍ hand and a staff in the‍⁠‍ other. Blades of‍ wind shot toward‍​ Fernan, but a solid wall intercepted‌​⁠ them.

Clang,‍​⁠ clang, clang!

The‌‍⁠ wind couldn’t get​ past Aint’s sword.‍‍‌

“Damn⁠ Armian blood!”

“The‍​⁠ damned ones are‌ you, disgusting corrupt‍‍ who sold out‌ humanity.”

Aint‍​​ stepped forward in‌⁠⁠ a single motion,​​ and his sword‍⁠ was already aimed​‍⁠ at Abel’s chest.​

“Urgh!”⁠

The‌​ staff intercepted the‍‍‌ thrust, and a shield surrounded Abel.‌⁠​

Crash!‌‍

But​​ it shattered easily.⁠ The staff flew‌​ out of his​‌ hand, and Aint’s‌⁠‌ sword nearly pierced⁠​​ through him. Abel‌ barely managed to‍ turn and take⁠​ the blow in⁠ the shoulder instead‍​ of the heart.‍⁠

“Argh…!⁠‍‌ Damn Armian power!”⁠

He​‍‌ gripped the blade​ with both hands.‍⁠‍ Sparks and smoke​⁠ erupted from the‍‌​ clash between holy‍‌ light and demonic⁠‍ energy. It lasted​ only a moment—but​⁠⁠ the winner was‌‌‌ Aint.

Abel​⁠ screamed and staggered​ back.

“This⁠​ is cheating! How‍⁠ can you grow‌‌ so fast?”

“That’s⁠‌ the power of‍⁠ money, you stupid⁠ corrupt.”

“Shut‌​‍ up! What worth​⁠ is a shiny‌​⁠ piece of metal?”‌

“It’s‍‍ everything.”

“Shut⁠​⁠ up!”

A demonic wave exploded,⁠​​ trying to engulf‍⁠‌ Fernan, but Aint⁠‍ blocked it all‌‌ firmly. Abel cast‍⁠ again. This time,‌​‍ the storm was‌‍⁠ fiercer, sharpened by‌‌‍ mixed demonic energy.‌⁠

“Can‍‌⁠ you win?”

“Of⁠⁠ course.”

Aint‍ charged head-on into‌​ the hurricane. A spark of light⁠ expanded and devoured⁠‌⁠ the darkness.

Boom!‌

The‍ explosion shook the‍⁠‌ world like an⁠‌‌ earthquake. Fernan raised​​⁠ stone walls to​‌ shield himself from‍‌ the shockwave.

“With​‍​ that, everyone in⁠⁠ the Academy will⁠​‌ have heard. The​​‌ director’s going to​⁠ be furious.”

‘This​ is far beyond​⁠ the level of​‍ a first-year.’

Because​⁠​ he was a corrupt. That’s why‌⁠⁠ Jeff Lavre, who‌​‍ should’ve been first,‌‍⁠ ended up second.​

The⁠ light faded. In​‍‌ the end, Abel​‍⁠ stood with a sword through his​​ heart.

“Khuhuhuh…”⁠‌‌

His⁠‌​ eyes were bloodshot,‌​​ his veins grotesquely‌‍‍ bulging. He was‍⁠ either laughing or⁠​ crying—impossible to tell.‌​

“In‍ this state, I can’t beat Armian…”‌

Cough!‍‌ He spat black⁠ blood.

“That⁠​​ your dying message?”⁠‌

“Wait,⁠‍ Aint.”

Fernan‌‍​ stopped Aint before​‌ he could deliver⁠‍ the final blow.‌‍⁠

“Just‌ in case—want to‌⁠‌ say who’s behind​ you?”

“When​​​ you guess, it’s⁠‌⁠ as good as‍ confirmed.”

“I‌⁠ see.”

“If⁠​ we’d taken things⁠ slower, it would’ve⁠‌ worked. What a shame. A real⁠‍‍ shame.”

He⁠‌‌ laughed at himself,‌⁠ then suddenly went⁠⁠ still.

“Even‍ so…”

He‌‍‍ locked eyes with​‍⁠ Fernan.

“What‌ I said is⁠‍ true. Everything went‍ according to plan.​ I may be​​ impatient, but I’m⁠​‍ not useless. Just‌ wait for what’s⁠ coming, Fernan Pellenberg.”‌​

With​⁠‍ those words, Abel’s⁠‍ body exploded.

***⁠

The⁠‍ explosion of a corrupt was already‌⁠ a familiar sight.⁠ Aint and Fernan‍‍‌ were prepared—they took‍ no damage.

But​⁠⁠ something didn’t add​‍ up.

“…There’s⁠⁠‌ no body.”

Even‍ when they exploded,‌‌ there were always‍ remains. This time,⁠‌ nothing—only dust.

“…A‌ demon?”

According​‌ to Fernan, the‍ only ones who‍‌ left no remains​‌ were demons.

“If​ it were a demon, it wouldn’t​​ be this weak.”‌‍⁠

“True.⁠ Then maybe a special kind of‌⁠‌ corrupt, with so⁠ much demonic energy​‌​ that it’s almost​‍‌ at a demon’s‌‍‌ level.”

“That‌​​ seems like the⁠‌ most logical explanation.”​⁠‍

— Was there a demon like that?​​‍ Even I haven’t​ seen them all.‍ The war was​⁠‍ fought across the‍ whole continent, and‌​ I didn’t face‌‍‍ only the 72.‍

In‍‌ the end, they‍ could only let⁠‍ it go.

“And⁠ those last words?⁠‍​ What did he​‍ mean?”

“Not⁠‍ worth worrying about.”⁠⁠⁠

It⁠‍ was probably true‍⁠‍ that he had‌​‍ achieved his goal—confirming​‌‌ something about Fernan.​

“Isn’t‍​‌ it strange to⁠‍​ boast that he‌⁠​ succeeded in his⁠‌ plan?”

“It​‍ was a threat.⁠⁠‍ It means that​‍​ now, not just​⁠ you, but I’m‌ also being watched.⁠ That we won’t​‌ be able to⁠ move as freely.”⁠‌‍

In​ other words, be​‍ careful walking at⁠⁠ night. It was‌‍ a trick to‌ sow fear—but Fernan​‌ wasn’t someone who⁠​⁠ could be intimidated.​

“They‌‍ want me to⁠ back off. Not‌ happening.”

Losing‍​ money was the‌⁠⁠ only thing he‍⁠‌ feared. And now⁠‌‍ he had another‍⁠⁠ reason to oppose​⁠‌ them—they despised money⁠⁠‌ as if it⁠ were just shiny⁠‌ metal.

“Let’s‍‌‌ go back. I’m​ sure the entire‌⁠ Academy is awake​​‍ by now.”

“Ah,⁠⁠‌ and what do‍‍ we do about‌‌ this?”

The⁠‌ place had been‌​ reduced to ruins⁠‍ by the battle.‍​

“It’s​⁠ all recorded by‍ the artifact. There⁠‍‌ won’t be any‌⁠‍ problem.”

“When‍⁠ did you activate​ it?”

“From‌​ the start.”

It‍​ had become a habit since he‌‌ learned the corrupt‌‌‍ had once manipulated‌‌‌ a similar device​ to have him‌⁠‍ excommunicated—always recording everything​⁠‍ suspicious from the​‍⁠ start.

“Let’s‍⁠‌ go before the‍ people arrive.”

“Yeah.”⁠

That‌​​ night, both vanished‌‍‍ into the shadows.‍

***‍

“This⁠‌ matter will be​​‍ buried.”

The‍ rector poured milk​⁠‌ into his tea.‌‌​

“No⁠⁠ need to explain‌⁠ why.”

Not​‌ once, but twice.⁠ And it happened‌ after the rector‌⁠ himself had ordered​ a thorough investigation—yet⁠ another incident with⁠‌ a corrupt in​ the Academy.

Even‌‌​ if that corrupt​‌‍ was just a first-year, it didn’t‍‍‍ erase the Academy’s​‍⁠ incompetence.

From​ the rector’s perspective,⁠ and for the‌ Academy’s reputation, the​ right thing was​‍​ to keep this⁠​‍ incident quiet.

“I​ understand.”

“For⁠‍‍ that, I need‌‌ the recording you​​ made.”

“I‌ already gave it‌‌​ to you.”

“I​⁠‌ don’t trust merchants.⁠ They’re generous benefactors⁠⁠ to the Academy,⁠ yes—but whenever they⁠ see an opportunity,⁠‌ they try to‌ profit.”

The‍ rector stirred his‌​ tea with the​ spoon, blending the​​⁠ milk.

“What‍​ you gave me—is‌‍ it genuine?”

“Yes.”‌

“And‌⁠​ can you assure‌‌ me there are‌ no additional copies?”‌⁠​

Fernan‍‍⁠ didn’t avoid the​⁠ rector’s sharp gaze.‌

“If⁠‌​ I say yes,‌‌ will you believe‌‌​ me?”

“No,‍ I’ll confiscate it⁠ by force.”

“Then‍‌ no. I don’t⁠⁠‍ want to make​⁠ an enemy of‌ an Archmage over‌ something this small.​⁠ Consider it my⁠ compensation for failing​​ to keep the‌‌⁠ last promise.”

The‌⁠ promise had been​ to keep the​‌‌ summoning of Andromalius​‍ secret.

But​ Fernan broke it‍‍ at the Academic​ Congress, revealing it‍​​ to Duke Vienderk⁠‌⁠ and the Pope‍⁠‌ of the Dragon​⁠‍ God Cult.

There​ had been no​ other choice at⁠⁠ the time, but⁠ he had done‌ so without the​‍‍ rector’s consent.

Fortunately,‌ the rector understood‍ and let it‍ go, though an‍‌​ invisible debt remained.‌

Fernan‍ took the opportunity‍​‌ to repay it.‌

“Very⁠⁠ well, so be‍ it.”

The‍⁠ rector accepted.

“Thank⁠​ you.”

“I⁠ should be the​‌ one thanking you.⁠‍‌ Thanks to you,‍‌‌ we extinguished the⁠⁠ spark before it‍‌ burned the entire‍‌‌ mountain. If you‍ want something in‌⁠ return, I’m willing⁠ to hear it.”​

“Just‌​​ erase this as​​ if my mistake​‍⁠ never happened—that’s enough.‍‌ Rather, what do‍‍​ you plan to⁠​ do now?”

“What⁠‌‍ else could I do, knowing there‍ are still corrupts‌ in the Academy?”⁠‍⁠

The⁠‍⁠ rector smiled warmly.⁠​ A kind smile‍ for humans—but to​ demons and corrupts,​‍‌ it held no​‍⁠ kindness at all.​​⁠

***‌

Fernan‍‍ finished the meeting⁠ with the rector​ and got into‌ the carriage.

“Did‍‍⁠ the conversation go‍ well?”

“Yes,⁠⁠‍ I handled it‍⁠ perfectly.”

“And‌‌ Abel—what will happen‍‌‍ to him?”

“The​⁠‍ rector will handle‌⁠ it.”

Fernan‍⁠ already had a good idea of‍​ what would happen.⁠

“If‌ it were me,⁠‌‌ I’d go straight‍‌ to Abel’s family​‍ and shut them⁠⁠ up. I’d show⁠ them the recording​‍ of their son⁠ as a corrupt.”⁠‍

“I’d‌​ tell them—if you​⁠‍ don’t want this​ made public, do‌⁠ as I say.”‌​

Abel⁠⁠‍ would be expelled​⁠​ immediately, and during‍‍​ the return trip,​‍ he’d die in‌​‌ an “unfortunate accident.”‍‍

A shipwreck during a storm would be‌‌ most convenient.

The‍‍‌ ship would be‍ lost, but it‌⁠ was a small‍ price to protect⁠​‍ the Academy’s and‍‍⁠ the Royal Knights’‍ reputation.

“The‍‍‌ parents will comply,​⁠ of course.”

“I⁠‍‍ said it as​⁠ a threat, but⁠ in reality, it’s​‍‌ the best outcome‍ for both sides.⁠‌ If it’s discovered‍​ that Abel was​⁠‌ a corrupt, their⁠​ house would be⁠ destroyed.”

After​ a demon appeared​​ in Bercheff, the‌ alert against corrupts​ was at its‍‌ highest.

Rumors‌‌​ were already circulating‍​‍ that a purge⁠‍‌ of corrupts had‌ begun in several⁠​ kingdoms.

“The‍‍ problem would be‌⁠ if the parents​​⁠ were corrupt too…”‍‍

Fernan‌ shook his head.​‌

“That’ll⁠‍ be the rector’s​ job. Not my‌‍‍ concern.”

“Right.‌ Then where are‌ we headed?”

“To‍‍‌ Ravidus Hall.”

“Understood.”‍⁠‍

The‍ carriage departed.

Fernan,‌⁠ leaning against the⁠‍ window, got lost​ in thought.

‘The‍‌ corrupt have started⁠​ to focus on⁠‌ me. I need⁠‌‌ to be extremely⁠​ cautious.’

Moving​⁠ around without Wooden​⁠ in these circumstances​ was a huge​ risk.

‘And⁠ Silver—I have to⁠‍‌ figure out how​ to deal with‌‍​ him. What a pain. Again.’

The‍ headache was familiar⁠ by now. Fernan​‍‌ closed his eyes.​​

The⁠⁠ pages of the‍ prophecy unfolded before‌⁠‌ him.

[—​‌​ Andromalius, and now​⁠ Seir. The demon‍ invasion advances quickly.‍
Preparations are necessary.‍

— This time, no‍‍ matter the cost,⁠⁠ we must win⁠​ the jousting tournament‌‌ and obtain the⁠​ reward the Founding‌⁠​ Emperor left behind.​​‍

— But right now​ it seems impossible.‌‌ Against other rivals,⁠ maybe. But against⁠⁠​ Luina Bercheff, nine​‌⁠ out of ten‌ times you’ll lose.]⁠⁠‌

This​​ time, the prophecy‌‌​ didn’t announce an​ imminent crisis or​​‌ a corrupt’s appearance.​

It⁠ was Gardner who‍‍‍ felt the urgency—due‍‌ to the advancing‌ demon invasion, Aint​‍​ needed to grow‍ stronger faster.

But‍‌‍ wishing wasn’t enough—he​ needed a catalyst.​​⁠

[—​‍⁠ It’s time to​​​ search for what‌ the Founding Emperor‌ left behind.

“What‌‌ is it?”

— The true swordsmanship.⁠‌

“Swordsmanship?​⁠ Aren’t I already​ learning it?”

— What I know,‌‌‌ what you’re learning,‌ even the secret‍‍ art passed down‌⁠‌ in Armian—it’s all‌​ incomplete.

“What?”‌

— All inferior levels.​ The Emperor, at⁠‌ the end of⁠‍ his life, reached⁠‍ enlightenment and perfected‌​⁠ swordsmanship. He hid⁠ it in a sea cave beneath⁠ the Academy.]

So,‍ Aint headed to​ the sea.

[“…What‍ is that?”

Before⁠ the door carved‍‌ by human hands⁠ stood a massive‍ block of ice.​

Inside‍ the ice was‌ a monster, and​ glacial air filled⁠‌ the cave.

— Ah, I forgot⁠‌‍ to mention there’s‍ a guardian protecting​​ the entrance.

— The Emperor said—if‌ you can’t defeat⁠ it, you’re not‌ worthy of learning⁠‍ his art.

“And⁠‌ you tell me​​‌ that now?! Did‌ you really forget?”‌⁠‌

— If you knew​ in advance, it‍‌⁠ would be meaningless.‍​ That’s a chimera.‍⁠

— Created by the⁠​ first Archmage and‌ Pope of the​⁠ Dragon God Cult,⁠​​ Eargrat. The Emperor⁠⁠⁠ wanted only someone​​ who could defeat‌‍ it to enter…]⁠

The⁠​‌ battle with the⁠ guardian began.

[The‌⁠‌ chimera, humanoid like​ a knight, was⁠‍​ powerful.
─!

Every​​‌ clash of blades⁠‌ took his breath‌‍‌ away.

It‌​ was faster than‍⁠‍ him.

Its‍‍ strikes were heavier.​‌⁠

Its⁠‌‌ swordsmanship was no​‍​ less refined.

In⁠⁠⁠ every way, it‌⁠‌ was a superior‍​⁠ version of Aint.‍‌‍ He could barely‌​ hold on…]

After‍ a hard fight,‌​​ Aint won.

Though⁠‌ he was on‌‍‍ the brink of‍​​ death, it didn’t‌‍‍ matter—because what came⁠‌​ next in the​‍ prophecy was even‍⁠​ more astonishing.

[“…Defeating‌​ the chimera isn’t‌‌⁠ enough. What does‌⁠‍ that mean?”

— …Damn it. Emperor,‍ you fooled even‌⁠ me.

“Wait,⁠⁠​ is that…?!”

Beyond​ the door, there​ wasn’t swordsmanship—but a note and a mountain.

A mountain of gold,​ gems, and treasures.​

— Every weapon is‌ a high-level artifact.‍‌

— Did the Emperor‌‌⁠ loot a dragon’s⁠‌​ nest? Or was⁠ Armian always this​‌ wealthy?

— If the Pellenbergs‍​ saw this, they’d‌‍‌ lose their minds.‌⁠

“…Not‍ just the Pellenbergs.​​‍ Anyone would lose⁠⁠‌ their minds over‌​ this.”

— Perfect. With this,‌⁠‌ Armian can be‌‌ reborn.

— You could even⁠​⁠ lend it to⁠‌ Bercheff to settle‍‌ the debt with​ the Pellenbergs.

“Yeah,‍‌ that…”

Aint​​ gulped.

“With‍⁠ this, it feels‌‍ like I could⁠ do anything.”

He‍‍ was human too—and​ in front of​⁠⁠ such a mountain⁠ of treasure, greed⁠⁠​ was inevitable.]

Fernan​⁠​ clenched his fist​‍⁠ tightly.

“……”​

His‍‌​ heart pounded as‌‍‌ if it would⁠‍‌ burst.

More‌‌‍ than when he​⁠​ learned of Andromalius’⁠⁠ descent.

More‍‍ than when he‌‍ found out where‍‌ the mithril was.‍‍​

Desire​​‍ burned within him.​​‌

“…It’s‌​ mine.”

It​‌‌ was the first‍‍⁠ thing he muttered,‍​ consumed by greed.⁠

There‍‌‍ were many things‌​ he could give‍⁠​ to Aint.

That’s‍⁠​ why he gave⁠⁠ him the Saintbird’s⁠ heart.

That’s​⁠‍ why he provided‍⁠ him with elixirs‌‍⁠ and helped him​ grow.

But​​​ if it was‍‍ a treasure so‍⁠‍ vast that Gardner​‍​ compared it to‍ a dragon’s hoard—then‍‌​ it was a different story.

“All⁠ of it must‍ be mine.”

A treasure piled like​‍⁠ a mountain.

“It⁠⁠ can’t belong to‍​ anyone else.”

An‌‍ unclaimed treasure belongs​⁠ to the first‍ to take it.‌‌

And​‍‌ now only Fernan‌​​ knew the secret.‌‌

“Gismond‌⁠‍ Ert… Hyde, turn‌‍ the carriage around.‌‍ Right now!”

First,‌⁠ he had to​ shut the mouth‌⁠​ of a rival.⁠‍

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