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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 143

Chapter 143

“Damn‌ it…! This damned‌‍ headache never feels⁠⁠‌ familiar!”

It‌​​ was worse than‌​ any other pain⁠ he had ever‌⁠‍ felt in his‍‍‌ life.

If‌‌‍ it weren’t for‍⁠ the fact that‌⁠​ it had the⁠⁠ useful part of‌‌‌ showing him the‌ future—or rather, the‌ contents of a forgotten book for⁠‌​ some reason—Gismond would​​⁠ have done anything​⁠ to get rid​​ of the pain.‍‍⁠

“But‍ this time…”

There⁠ were countless scenes.​

However,​⁠ the only one​⁠‍ that floated before​ Gismond’s eyes was:⁠

[Mountains⁠‍ of gold, jewels,‍⁠ and all kinds‌‌​ of treasures.]

A dragon’s nest. The⁠‍ richest place in​ any fantasy world.‍

“With‍ that money…”

Truly,‌‍ he could do⁠‍​ anything.

Gismond​ was about to​ wipe the drool⁠​ running down the‌‌ corner of his⁠ mouth when he‍ jolted in surprise.​​

“Damn⁠​ it, you scared‌‍ me!”

Fernan⁠ was standing at‌‍ the door, staring‍‌ at him intently.​⁠

“…Fernan?”‌‍

“Yes,⁠ it’s me, senior.”⁠‍

“What,​‍ why… again what?!”​

The‌‌ trauma from that‍‌ day returned all​‌‍ at once, and‌​‌ Gismond trembled.

“I‌‍‍ suppose this time⁠‍​ you also saw‍‌​ the future.”

“…Is⁠⁠​ that why you‌⁠‌ came? Of course​‌ I saw it.”⁠​‌

“You‍ can’t tell anyone‍‌ about it.”

“Of⁠⁠ course I won’t‌⁠ tell anyone.”

“To⁠‌ anyone.”

Fernan⁠‍ took a step⁠⁠ forward. Under that‌⁠​ icy gaze, Gismond‍‌ instinctively stepped back‌‌ the same distance.⁠​

“Wait!⁠ Stay there and‌⁠‍ let’s talk!”

“You‍​ must not speak‌⁠ of it.”

“I‌‍‌ haven’t even talked‌ about it with​ anyone else but‌​ you! And besides…‌ wait a moment.”‌

Although⁠ several prophecies had‍ appeared before, it​‌⁠ was the first‍ time he saw​ such an unexpected‌ reaction from Fernan.⁠ And recalling it​ along with the​‌​ content of the​‍‍ vision, Gismond realized‍​‍ something.

“Don’t⁠‌‌ tell me that…”‍

“It’s⁠ mine.”

“But‌​ that’s supposed to​‌⁠ be Aint’s!”

“It’s⁠ mine.”

“But​‍⁠ you yourself said​​⁠ you stole the‌‌ potions from Aint…”‍​

“So‍​ what?”

Fernan‌‌ brought his face​ close to his.​‌‌

“Is‌ there a problem‍ with what I said? Or do⁠‍ you have any⁠‍ complaints about me,‌⁠ senior?”

“No,⁠ it’s not that…”‍

“Then​‌ whose is it?”​

Gismond‌ wasn’t dumb enough‌⁠ to cling to‌‌⁠ his initial opinion​​‌ in a situation‌‌‍ like this.

“…Since‌ it has no​‍ owner, obviously it‌‍ belongs to the​⁠‌ first one who⁠⁠⁠ picks it up.”‌

“Now‌ it seems you’re‌ starting to understand.”‌⁠

Fernan⁠‍ smiled and dragged‍‌​ a chair over​⁠ to sit.

“See,⁠ senior. I don’t⁠‌‌ like people who‌‌‌ covet what is‌‌ mine.”

Tap,⁠‍​ tap.

Fernan‌​ drummed his fingers‍‍‌ on the table.⁠‌ That steady rhythm‌‌ tightened Gismond’s chest⁠ more and more.⁠‍

“No,‌ let me correct‍‍‍ that. It’s not‍​‌ that I don’t​ like them, I hate them. So​​ much so that,​⁠ if necessary, I eliminate them.”

“…Hic.”‌​⁠

A blatant threat—if he​ coveted the treasures,‌​‌ Fernan wouldn’t leave⁠‍​ him alone. Gismond‍‍​ nodded quickly.

“I…⁠⁠ I’m not so⁠ greedy as to‌ desire what belongs⁠​⁠ to someone else.”‍​

“And⁠​‍ I also like⁠‌ discreet people.”

“Of​ course. My nickname‌⁠​ is the silent‌ death…”

“Excellent.”‌⁠‍

Fernan​ stood up.

“You‍​⁠ better live up‌ to that nickname.‌ Otherwise, you won’t⁠​ taste kraken ink⁠ pasta again—the one​​ you praised so‍ much three days⁠‌ ago.”

“You…​​‌ you were watching⁠‌ me?”

“Watching?‍‍‍ No need to⁠‍ call it that.⁠⁠​ On this island,​‍​ nothing escapes my‌ sight. See you‌⁠⁠ next time, senior.”​

And‍‌ he vanished.

“Huff,⁠​‍ huff…!”

Gismond‌‍‍ exhaled the air​ he had been​ holding in.

“Damn,‌‍‌ that bastard is‍‌​ worse than a demon…!”

His‍⁠⁠ legs, which had‍⁠‍ barely withstood that​ overwhelming pressure, gave⁠⁠ out and dropped⁠​ him to the​ floor.

“He⁠⁠⁠ must have really‌ sold things even‌⁠ to demons! Damn​ hypocrite…”

He​ was furious.

“That⁠ son of a bitch…!”

He⁠ remembered Fernan’s last​‍​ threat, shuddered, and‍ checked his surroundings.⁠‌‌

Upon​⁠​ confirming that no⁠‌ one was around,​‍⁠ he sighed in‍ relief and whispered‌‌‍ softly:

“I’m‍ putting up with‍‌ this because I have no power​‍ now… because I have no power…”‍‌

But‌‌⁠ a bad feeling‌‍⁠ pierced him—maybe he’d​‍‌ have to endure‍​ it for the​​ rest of his​⁠ life.

***⁠⁠‍

There⁠ was no time.‍

The‍ fact that the‌⁠⁠ vision had appeared‌⁠⁠ meant it would​ soon come true.⁠

Even⁠ though the past​⁠⁠ had changed and​ with it many⁠⁠‌ parts of the⁠ future, this had⁠‍ nothing to do‍‌​ with that.

Gardner‌‌⁠ was going to‌⁠‍ suggest it without‍ fail, and Aint‌ would search for‌ the underwater cave.‌⁠‍

Before​ Aint could realize​​⁠ it, Fernan had​ to sneak in⁠‍‍ and take the⁠⁠ treasure.

“The‍​‌ guardian is the⁠ problem…”

The⁠​ chimera created by‌⁠‍ the first Archmage.​

He‌ had never seen‌ it, but it‌⁠ must be powerful.​

‘With​ my level, I couldn’t handle it.’‍

If‍ he used Wooden,‍‍ the situation might‍⁠‌ be different, but⁠​ defeating the chimera⁠​⁠ like that would‌⁠​ also be problematic.⁠⁠

If⁠ it disappeared, Aint⁠ and Gardner would‍ suspect something was⁠‍​ wrong.

Ideally,​​⁠ he’d sneak in‌‍ without waking the‍ guardian.

“I‌ must go immediately.”‍

Fernan⁠‌⁠ returned to his‍‌‍ quarters and prepared‍ to depart.

Wooden⁠‌ would accompany him,​‌‌ of course, along‍ with Hyde.

Silver​‌ whimpered, wanting to⁠‍⁠ go too, but⁠‍ Fernan calmed him‍ using Wooden.

He‍ also gave him‌ a spirit herb⁠​ to chew on,​ and the bird⁠‌ nodded firmly, as‍‍ if saying it‍​ would endure at‍‌⁠ least one day.⁠‍

“Definitely,‌ being a mystical​‍ beast means you’re‌‍ incredibly expensive to‌​ feed.”

A bird that ate​​‍ spirit herbs—Fernan was‍​ almost speechless.

“But,⁠‌ is it really‌ okay to do​‍‍ this?”

“What‍ do you mean?”​

“According‌‍ to your own​ words, this is‍‌ something Aint should​​‌ obtain and use‍‌ one day for​ Armian. And yet​ you plan to​​‍ take it from​ him…?”

“Hyde.​ You’ve been with‌⁠​ me for more‌‍​ than ten years‍‍ and you still​‍‌ don’t understand.”

Fernan‍ scoffed disdainfully.

“This⁠‌​ isn’t a potion.​‍ Having it doesn’t‌⁠​ mean a drastic⁠​‍ change or immediate‌​ usefulness.”

Rather,​‍‍ Aint would hide‌⁠ that he had⁠ such fortune.

That‍‌ mountain of riches‌⁠ would become a hidden weapon, a dagger saved for⁠‍ Armian’s future.

“Of⁠ course, Armian must‍⁠‌ be restored. When​ Aint becomes emperor,‌‍ I’ll get back​ everything I’ve invested,⁠⁠ and much more.”‍

However.⁠‌‌

“The​‍​ fact that a peasant harvests wheat​‌ doesn’t mean it‌‍​ reaches the consumer‌​ directly. Maybe in⁠ his village they⁠ sell it in‌ cash, but normally‌‍ there’s a middleman.‌​⁠ That’s also how⁠​ the Golden Turtle‌⁠‌ Company grew.”

“…Don’t‍​ tell me?”

“Yes,‍‍ just that.”

Greed‌​‍ had clouded his​ judgment for a moment, but Fernan⁠⁠‌ wasn’t dumb enough‍‌ to act without‍ a plan.

After⁠ all, if Aint⁠ failed for lack​​ of that money,‌‌ the demons would​⁠‌ conquer the continent.‍‌‌

Gold⁠ would lose all⁠‍‌ value, and Fernan’s⁠⁠ future would go‌‍‍ down with it.‌

So⁠‍ he would never​​ do something like⁠ that.

The‍ only thing he‌ would do was‍ keep a fork‍‌‍ at the table​‍​ of destiny.

“I’ll​‍‍ lend that money‍ to Aint.”

With​⁠​ a small interest.‍​

Small,‍ of course—though in​​‌ such a sum,‌‌ even a minimal​⁠ interest would be⁠‌⁠ enormous.

“Just⁠‌​ thinking about it‍ makes me happy.”‌

After‍ all, there was​ nothing more pleasurable⁠ than earning money​ with money.

***‌

The⁠‌ underwater cave mentioned‌‌‌ in the book‍‍⁠ of prophecies was‍‌⁠ half a day​‌‌ away by boat‍ from the Academy.‌

Getting‌‌‍ on a boat‍⁠​ wasn’t a problem.​ Most of the⁠ vessels within the⁠⁠‌ Academy belonged to‍⁠ the Golden Turtle​ Company.

Fernan⁠⁠ departed on a small ship, avoiding‌⁠ drawing attention from‌‍‍ others.

“Is‌⁠ it here?”

“Yes.⁠ Right in the​‌ middle between the​​ twin-shaped island and⁠​ the crescent-shaped island.‌⁠⁠ They say the‍‌ underwater cave lies⁠‍ beneath this. Near⁠ the Academy, there‍‌‍ are no uninhabited⁠​​ islands besides these⁠ two.”

Although​⁠ a thousand years​⁠ had passed and‍ the shape of​‌‌ the islands had⁠‍ changed slightly, the‌‌​ general silhouette matched‍​⁠ the description in‍ the book.

Fernan‍ broke a scroll​ of breathing magic.‍‍ He immediately dove‍‍‍ into the sea,⁠‍ followed by Hyde.​⁠​

‘There‍⁠‍ it is.’

After​⁠⁠ descending for quite‌ a while, when‍⁠ the sunlight no‍ longer penetrated the‌⁠⁠ water and they‍ were in the‌ abyssal darkness, a cave appeared.

“Ugh!”‌‍

Fernan‍ and Hyde entered​ the cavern where​‍ no water seeped⁠‍ in. And they‍​⁠ understood they were‍ in the right‍‍ place.

“Magic​⁠‍ lamps.”

“Weren’t‌‍⁠ those the ones‍‍​ you ordered to⁠‌ sell last time?​ Don’t tell me⁠‌​ you got them‍‌ this way.”

“Better‍⁠ to be with⁠⁠‌ someone who can‍ appreciate their value‌‌‍ than rotting in⁠‍ a place where‍‌ no one but‌⁠ Aint would ever‍‌ enter.”

“Don’t‌ talk about the‍ lamps as if​​ they had consciousness.”‌​

There​ were no enemies​ in the cave.⁠‌⁠

Although​​ it was shaped​‍⁠ like a labyrinth,‍ the magic lamps‌​‌ hanging from the‌‌ ceiling illuminated the‍‍ path so clearly⁠‍ it was impossible‌⁠⁠ to get lost.​

Even⁠​ without them, finding‌ the way wouldn’t⁠ have been too‍‍​ hard.

“It’s‌⁠ getting colder.”

The‌‍ icy air intensified⁠‌ as they moved​ in the right‌‍‍ direction.

Finally,⁠‍‍ they stood before⁠⁠ a door unbefitting​ of the place⁠​‍ and a massive‌ block of ice‍‍⁠ guarding it.

“There‍ it is, Hyde.⁠ That’s the guardian‌‌ they spoke of—the​ chimera created by​⁠‌ the first Archmage.”​​

An‌‌​ enemy against whom,‍⁠​ even fighting together,⁠‍⁠ Fernan and Hyde⁠⁠‌ had low chances‍‌⁠ of winning. With​ Wooden, maybe they​ had a shot.​⁠

— Kyu!

“We’re‌‌ not going to‍⁠​ wake it. Stop‌‌ saying nonsense, Wooden.”‌​

“So‌‌⁠ what do we‍⁠​ do now?”

“That‌‍⁠ thing wakes up⁠‍‍ when the main​⁠‌ door is opened.‍⁠ So we have‍‌ to enter another​⁠ way.”

Luckily,‌ perhaps due to⁠‌‍ the first Emperor’s‌​‍ style, a vast‌ chamber stretched in⁠⁠ front of the‍‌‍ door. The wall‍​ was wide enough‍ that they didn’t‌ have to force⁠​ their way through‍‍​ the main entrance.‌

“And‍ is there a way?”

“I’ve⁠​‍ said it many​ times—that’s why I learned earth magic.”‍​

“To‍ steal? I thought​ it was for‌⁠ mining.”

“Both.”‍⁠

Fernan‍‌​ placed his hand⁠ on the wall,​‍ as far from​​‌ the chimera as‌‌⁠ possible. Mana filtered‌‌ into the rock​ and bounced off‍ immediately.

“…Tsk!”​⁠​

“You‍‍‍ okay?”

“The​‍ walls have a magic circle engraved⁠‍⁠ that blocks all‌‌​ external intrusion.”

It​ was so advanced‍​ that Fernan, with‍​‍ his level, could⁠‍‍ never break it.‍⁠

But‌‍‌ he didn’t despair.‍​‍

“I‌‍‍ more or less​‌⁠ expected that. There’s‍⁠ no way the​⁠‌ first Emperor would​ be so careless.”‍‍​

It‍ made sense. Keeping⁠‌​ a treasure like⁠​ that unprotected? That‍⁠⁠ wouldn’t be like⁠​ an Emperor but‍ like an idiot.‍

“So⁠‍​ is there a solution?”

“Dig.”‍​‍

“…Excuse​⁠‍ me?”

“We⁠ dig down until⁠ we’re outside the‌‍ magic circle’s range,​ and enter from⁠‌ there.”

“…Oh.”​

It​‍‍ sounded simple, but​ convincing.

“Will‍⁠⁠ it work?”

“I’m‍‌‍ a mage, I know how these‍ things are done.‌⁠⁠ They almost never‍​⁠ engrave circles on​‍‍ the floor. And​​​ even less in​ an underwater cave.”‌⁠

“The⁠‍‌ first Emperor wasn’t⁠ a mage, though.”⁠

“But⁠ whoever helped him​‌ build this certainly‍‍​ was.”

Fernan⁠ began digging with‌‍‌ earth magic. In​‍⁠ an instant, they⁠ started descending.

After​ five attempts, they⁠‍ reached a depth‍‌ free from the​‍⁠ influence of the‍​ magic circles, and​‍​ from there began​⁠‌ carving their way​‌ inward.

Then.‍

Thud—⁠‌‍

From​ the crack opening‍⁠ in the rock,⁠⁠⁠ a beam of⁠​‌ light leaked out‍ along with gold⁠​⁠ coins that fell‍ tinkling.

“Gold!​​‍ Hyde, did you‌‌​ see that! It’s‌​‌ raining gold! I told you it⁠‍ would work, I knew it would​‍ work!”

Fernan‌‌‌ gathered the coins‍ with a childlike​ grin, as if⁠​‍ it were the​⁠ first time he⁠​ had seen a treasure.

“…The⁠ first Emperor never⁠ imagined someone would​​ tunnel all the‍⁠ way here to‌⁠​ bypass the magic‌​⁠ circles.”

Normally,​​ inscriptions were engraved​​‍ on the walls,‌‌ not on the​‌ floor.

It⁠⁠ wasn’t that the⁠ Emperor had been​ careless—it was that​⁠ Fernan was exceptional.​

“Definitely‌ a wise move‌⁠ to learn earth‌⁠ magic!”

Pushing‌‍ through the fallen​ coins, Fernan emerged‍⁠ inside.

“…Beautiful.⁠‌‍ More beautiful, elegant,​​ noble, and majestic⁠⁠⁠ than anything I’ve‍ ever seen in⁠⁠ my life.”

“…Agreed.‍⁠ Even for me,‌ it’s an imposing⁠‍ sight. It’s massive.”‍‍

A mountain of treasures‍‍ so large it⁠​‌ exceeded the sum‍‍ of all the‌​ Pellenberg warehouses.

“They‌ say after suffering‌‍‍ comes the reward.”​

He‍⁠ had avoided a future where he⁠​​ would fall into‍‍​ ruin, and now‌ fortune was offered‍ on a silver‌⁠ platter.

Fernan‍‍​ opened a subspace‍ and began sweeping‌ treasures inside. He‌​ had stopped by‌​ headquarters beforehand to‌‌⁠ acquire more storage​‍‌ artifacts, so he‍ had space to​‌⁠ spare.

While‍​ Fernan collected gold⁠⁠​ and jewels, Hyde‍ found an old‍​ piece of paper‌​ on the ground.‍⁠​

“What’s​‌ this? A letter?”⁠‌

“Put​‍ it in the​ most visible spot,‌ right in front‍‍ of the door.⁠ That way, even‌ if no treasures​‍​ remain, they won’t⁠​‍ suspect.”

“Understood.”‌

For​⁠ an hour, Fernan​⁠‌ kept filling his⁠​ spaces until not​​​ even a single‍ coin could fit.‌‍⁠

“Not​⁠ a single gap‍​⁠ left in the⁠‌​ subspace. It’s completely‍ full.”

“Shall‌⁠ we go back‍ now?”

“Yes.‌​ And make sure‌⁠‍ to erase all‍‍​ traces that we⁠ were here.”

Ah,⁠⁠⁠ Fernan added.

“Before‌​‍ we leave, collect‌‌ everything hanging from⁠‍ the ceiling.”

When‌ the three of⁠‌‍ them departed, nothing⁠ but absolute darkness‍ remained in the⁠‌ underwater cave.

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