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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Aint⁠ reached enlightenment and‌‌‍ broke through the⁠‌ wall.

The‍‌⁠ heart of the​‌‌ Saintbird and the​⁠ root of Itarium‍‍ were completely absorbed,⁠​‍ and both externally​​ and internally he​⁠⁠ took another step⁠‌ in his growth.⁠⁠

It‍‍ was something naturally‍‍⁠ perceived, even if⁠‌⁠ he didn’t boast‍ about it.

“This‌⁠⁠ jousting tournament is⁠‌‌ going to be​ interesting.”

Fernan​‌ was pleased with‍⁠ Aint’s progress, but‍​⁠ he couldn’t help⁠ imagining the battle‌ between him and‌⁠‌ Luina.

If⁠ Aint had grown‍‌⁠ thanks to this⁠ experience, Luina too​‌‍ had obtained her‍‌ own enlightenment after‌​ witnessing in Bercheff​ the fight between‌‌‍ the two Royal​⁠​ Knights and the​‍⁠ demon.

She‌⁠ didn’t possess the‍‌ heart of the⁠‍‍ Saintbird, but she⁠​ had consumed mandrakes​‌​ and roots of‌ Itarium.

And⁠‌​ thanks to that​⁠ understanding, she too⁠‍​ had managed to‌‌ assimilate everything completely.​⁠

‘Who‍​ will win, I wonder?’

In‍⁠​ reality, the result​⁠⁠ didn’t matter much.​

Whether‌ Luina or Aint⁠⁠ won, both were‌‌ on his side.⁠‍‌

Out‍⁠​ of affection, he​⁠⁠ didn’t want to⁠ see Luina defeated,‍‍ but he also‌‍‌ wouldn’t mind if​ Aint triumphed and‍‌​ found the legacy‍ of the first‌​‌ emperor.

“The‌⁠‌ problem is that​⁠​ it’s hard to​ bet accurately…”

Recalling‌ the nightmare of‌‍ the last jousting‍‍ tournament, Fernan realized⁠ he had to​‍​ be more careful⁠‍​ with his bets‍ this time.

“At‌‍⁠ least in the​‍ magic competition, there⁠‌⁠ shouldn’t be any​‍ surprises…”

Most‍​‍ likely, the winner‍​ of the magic​ competition would be​​ someone similar to‌​‍ last year’s.

— Kyu?

“What​⁠ is the jousting‌​‌ tournament? It’s when⁠‍⁠ knights fight on‌ horseback, and then‌⁠‍ continue on foot.‍⁠ The magic competition,⁠ on the other‌ hand, is a duel between mages.”‍‌

— Kyu!

“You​​‍ want to participate⁠​ too? Don’t be⁠‌ ridiculous.”

Fernan’s​‍ sharp reply made‌ Wooden stomp the‍⁠‌ ground forcefully.

— Kyuuuu!

“You’re‍​ not a knight,⁠‍​ you’re a golem.‌​ And before that,‌ you’re a spirit.​‍ I think you⁠⁠‌ should start by⁠‍‌ clarifying your identity.”⁠‍​

— Kyu! Kyu!

Even‍​ so, Wooden didn’t‍ back down easily.​​

In​⁠ the end, if‍ ordered, he would⁠​‌ yield, but it‌‍ was the first​‍⁠ time he showed​ such an intense⁠ reaction, and Fernan‍​ couldn’t shut him⁠⁠ down right away.⁠‍

‘Right…​‍ I’ve been leaving⁠ him wanting too‍‌‍ many times lately.’‍‍⁠

How​⁠‌ many times had⁠ he promised to⁠ let him fight⁠‍ in his real​​​ body and then‌‍‍ left him waiting​‍ in vain?

There​‌ were even times​​ when he only‍ let him clash‌⁠​ a couple of‌⁠ times in human‌ size and nothing​​‌ more.

For‌‍ Fernan, it was‌‍ best if Wooden‌ didn’t intervene at‍‌‌ all, but for​‌​ Wooden, it wasn’t‍​ the same.

He⁠​ had gotten a new body, and⁠ like a child‍‍⁠ with a new​​⁠ toy, he wanted‍‌ to try it‌‍‍ again and again.​

“Fine.⁠‍‍ You won’t be​ able to participate​‌​ in the jousting‍ tournament, but I’ll‍ let you face​ a real opponent.”‍​

— Kyu?

***​

“…So‍⁠ that’s why you‌‌⁠ came looking for‍​⁠ me?”

“That’s‍‍ right.”

Fernan‍ handed her a small box.

“What’s​⁠​ this?”

“A⁠⁠‌ bribe to ask‌‍‌ you the favor.”⁠⁠‌

“But⁠‌‌ I never said​ I’d accept.”

“If‌‍ necessary, I’ll give‍​ you more.”

Luina‍⁠‍ opened the box.‍

Inside‍ were kraken ink‌‌​ chocolates, already quite​‌ familiar thanks to‍​ Fernan, but all​​​ the more delicious​​‍ for that reason.⁠

“Alright.​‌ But not because‌⁠ of the chocolates.‌⁠ Truth is, I also wanted to‌ face Wooden at‌ least once.”

And‍ she meant it.⁠⁠⁠ Luina still hadn’t⁠‍‍ forgotten the moment‌‌‌ Wooden sliced through⁠‍ Andromalius’s serpent.

That‍ chilling strike couldn’t‌ be achieved just⁠​⁠ by size.

Wooden​ was strong. Maybe​ lacking in technique,‌​ but overwhelming in​ everything else.

Because⁠⁠⁠ Fernan had forged⁠‌‌ him that way.​⁠⁠

“Perfect.‌​⁠ When the duel‌ ends, I’ll give⁠ you another box.”‍‍

“I‌ told you it’s‌​​ not about the​​ chocolates.”

“But⁠​ they’re tasty.”

“What⁠⁠ kind of nonsense‍⁠ is that?”

“So,‍⁠ you won’t accept‍​ them?”

“…Refusing‍⁠‍ a gift would‌‍⁠ be rude.”

Luina‍​ pocketed the box‌ of chocolates.

The⁠‌ two entered the‌‍ basement of the​ Golden Turtle Company.⁠‍⁠

“In​ the basement, I prepared a training​⁠ field for my​ magic study and⁠‌‍ practice. It’s quite‌ spacious and designed‍‌ to withstand even‌⁠⁠ large explosions without‍‍ collapsing.”

It​‍ was the perfect‍​‍ place to train‌‌ with Wooden without‍ fear of being‌‌ discovered.

“This‌ is it.”

About‍‌​ 50 meters underground,‍​ the training room‌‌ turned out to​​‍ be immense.

“Wow,‌⁠​ pretty deep.”

“No​‌ matter how resistant‍⁠ it is, there‌ can always be‌ accidents. At this⁠ depth, even if​‍ it collapses, it‍⁠ won’t affect the⁠​ surface.”

And⁠ since Fernan was‍ an earth mage,⁠‍​ escaping wouldn’t be‌​ a problem either.​​

Since‌‌ he had obtained‌⁠ the prophecy book,‌​‍ he had barely⁠⁠‍ used the place,‍‍​ so some dust⁠ had accumulated.

“Wooden.”​

— Kyu!

Wooden​⁠ shot out from​​‌ the pendant.

Upon​‌ touching the ground,⁠ he grew to‍​‍ about two meters​ tall and drew‍‌​ the sword from⁠⁠ his back.

“Piiiii!”⁠⁠‍

Silver,​​ who had hidden‌​ in Fernan’s arms⁠​ to follow him,‍‌⁠ cheered him on‍‌ with a chirp.‌

“He‌⁠ has… two pairs‌​​ of wings? Fernan,⁠‍ don’t tell me​ that bird is…”‌‍

“That’s‌​ right, a Saintbird.”‌​

“…Good‌ heavens. Where did‌⁠ you get something‍ like that?”

“It’s‌‍​ a long story.”​⁠‍

“Well,‍‍‍ I want to‍⁠ hear it, even‌‌‌ if it’s long.”‍

“If⁠‍ you defeat Wooden,‌‌​ I’ll tell you.”​‌⁠

“You‍​ promised.”

Luina‌ stepped to the‌ center of the​ room and drew‍‌‍ her sword.

“Come⁠‍​ at me, Wooden.”‍‍‍

— Kyu!

The​‍ knight and the​⁠​ golem charged at⁠ each other.

***⁠

“Five⁠‌ matches, five defeats.”⁠‍​

“Don’t‍ tell me it‍ was Senior Luina‌ who lost?”

“If⁠⁠‍ that were the​⁠ case, I’d have⁠‌ said five victories,⁠​ not five defeats.”‌​⁠

Aint⁠ glanced around the‍‍​ underground training field,​‍​ now turned into‍‍ a true mess,‌⁠​ and looked impressed.‌​​

“I​ can more or⁠ less imagine what​‍​ kind of fight​​​ it was.”

It‌⁠ must have been​​‌ intense and fierce.‌

“Luina⁠‌‍ said Wooden surpassed‍‍​ her in strength​​ and speed. But‍‌‌ she also said‌⁠ that was all.”⁠

“I​‍ get the feeling.”​

Wooden‌​‍ was a golem​‌ into which Fernan‍ had poured all‌ his effort.

Unless‌ it was a Royal Knight, it‍ was hard to‍ match him physically.​⁠

— Surpasses in strength​⁠ and speed? He’s⁠⁠ the perfect opponent,⁠ Aint. Just recently​​‍ you were fighting‍​​ dozens of times‌‌‍ against an opponent‍ of that type.​⁠​

At​ Gardner’s words, Aint​​ nodded.

Truthfully,​ he had accepted​‍‍ Fernan’s proposal half‌​‌ out of curiosity,‌​‌ half out of⁠‌‌ competitive spirit.

He‌ had heard Luina‌ had fought Wooden‍ first, and was‍⁠ curious to see‌‍ firsthand the strength⁠⁠⁠ of someone who‍⁠‍ had sliced off​ Andromalius’s arm with​‍ a single strike.‍

And⁠ it seemed he​‍⁠ had made a good decision.

“Then‍‌ I’ll come back​ with six victories‌​​ out of six‍​ matches.”

— Kyuuu!

“Wooden‍ says not a chance.”

— Kyu! Kyu!

“He‌ claims the word‍‌​ ‘defeat’ no longer‌⁠ exists for him.​​ That after losing⁠⁠‍ to Luina, he​ has been reborn.”⁠

“Piiiiii!”⁠​‌

“And‌‌ Silver is cheering‍⁠⁠ him on.”

“Even‍⁠ without a translation,‌‌ I could tell⁠ by the sound.”​‍

But‍‍​ Aint had also‍ promised himself never‌‌⁠ to accept defeat⁠⁠ again.

“Come,​‍ Wooden.”

— Kyuuuu!

Wooden‌​ roared.

***‍⁠‍

— Kyuu…

Wooden‍ curled up and‍‍ rested his head‍ against the wall.‌‌

As‌⁠‍ a worthy descendant‌‍ of the first​‌​ emperor, Aint had​ kept his word.⁠‍

That‍⁠‌ meant Wooden’s record⁠ now was eleven‍‍‍ matches, eleven defeats.⁠

“Have‌​ you had enough⁠ of fighting now,⁠‍‍ Wooden?”

Fernan​‍​ patted him on​‍‍ the shoulder.

— Kyu…!

“You​ say it makes‌ no sense to​‍ have lost, even​⁠ after eating the​​ Itarium root and​⁠‍ getting stronger? How‍ funny. No matter‌‍​ how much you​ don’t accept it,⁠​ what can you⁠⁠ do?”

Fernan’s‍‌‌ words seemed to​ hit hard, and‌ Wooden bumped into⁠‌​ the wall again,‌‍ scolding himself.

“You⁠ won’t break the⁠​ wall or your‍‌ head that way.‌​ Stop wasting time.”⁠

— Kyu!

“Even​‌ so, you did⁠‌ well. You held‌‍ your ground.”

Wooden‍ had lost eleven⁠ times, but not​‍​ all had been‍⁠‍ overwhelming defeats.

Just​ that was enough‌​‍ to satisfy Fernan.​​

“In‍‌‌ the end, your‍ essence is that​⁠ of a giant‌‍⁠ golem. If you‌⁠‌ returned to your⁠‍⁠ original size, do‌⁠ you think Aint​‍​ or Luina could⁠‌⁠ beat you?”

Of​ course not.

Wooden’s⁠‌⁠ body was too​​ resistant for their‍‍‍ auras to destroy,‍ and the destructive​​⁠ power from his⁠ colossal size was‌‌ not something they​‍⁠ could easily block.⁠

“Also,⁠ even though your‍⁠ body hardened thanks​‌ to the Itarium,⁠​‌ this time it‌‌ was a pure‍⁠ swordsmanship duel, and​​ you had no⁠ chance to take⁠ advantage of that.‌ So let it‍‍ go…”

— Kyu! Kyuu!

“You‌ mean if you‍‍ don’t win under‍‌‍ equal conditions, it’s⁠​‌ meaningless?”

Fernan‍⁠ let out a sarcastic laugh. What​‍ the hell was⁠ a being that‍⁠‌ had no physical‍‌ equality with humans‍⁠ talking about?

And⁠⁠‌ why should a golem and a knight have to‌⁠ fight on equal‌‌‌ terms anyway?

“I⁠ already fulfilled your‍ request. Don’t keep​‍⁠ being stubborn.”

— Kyu… Kyu.

“You​ want to attend‍⁠⁠ all the knight​‍‍ faculty classes?”

Fernan⁠⁠​ was about to‍⁠‍ get angry, but⁠​ stopped.

Actually,‌⁠⁠ it was a good sign.

If​​ Wooden learned swordsmanship​‌ and became stronger,​‌​ ultimately that meant⁠ Fernan would be‍​ safer.

There‍⁠‍ was no reason⁠ to oppose making‌​‍ the cards against​ the demons stronger.‍

The‌ problem was that,‍‍ to attend classes,‌⁠​ Wooden always had‌ to be accompanied‍​ by Fernan.

“That‌‌‌ can’t happen. But‌‌​ I’ll find someone‌ else to teach‌ you swordsmanship.”

— Kyu?

“I’ll⁠⁠‍ decide that.”

Each⁠ person had their‌‍⁠ own physique, character,⁠‍⁠ and temperament. And,‌​‌ naturally, a sword‍ style suited to‌ each.

Wooden⁠​ was no exception.‍‍‍

The​​‌ easiest option was‌‌ to have him​‍ train with Hyde,⁠ but Hyde’s sword‌‍‍ style was more‌ stealthy and fast​ than destructive.

It‍‍ was a style‌ closer to that‍‍ of an assassin⁠⁠​ than a knight,⁠ so it didn’t‌​‌ suit Wooden.

‘Altrierc‌​ would be best.’​‌

A sword style that‍ made use of‍‌ physical strength and⁠ innate aura, based​‌ on power and⁠‌⁠ destruction.

‘Even‌‌⁠ if he just​⁠ learns the basics‍ taught to common⁠​ knights, it’ll be‍‌‌ much better.’

After‍‌ all, most of‌‍‌ Altrierc’s techniques descended‌ from secret arts,‌‍ just like in⁠ Bercheff.

They​⁠ were lower in‌‍‍ level than the⁠‌ secret arts, but⁠​ the overall structure​⁠‍ was nearly the⁠ same.

It‌ would be most‌ appropriate to teach‍⁠ that to Wooden.‍

And‌⁠‍ there just happened⁠ to be a professor at the‍‍‍ academy who taught‌⁠ classes based on⁠ Altrierc swordsmanship.

“I’ll⁠‍ have to go⁠ see the professor.”‍‍‌

Now⁠‌ all that was‌ left was to⁠​ decide what to‌ offer in return.​‍

***‌

The⁠⁠‌ knight faculty professor,‍⁠ Emond Altrierc, had‍ a bewildered expression.‍‌​

“…That‍‍​ you’re asking for⁠⁠​ private lessons, I can understand.”

“Yes.”⁠

Fernan’s​ request wasn’t so​ surprising in itself.​​‍

In‌ life, there’s always‍‌ give and take.⁠⁠

And​‌‍ Emond had received‍⁠​ much from Fernan,‌‌ so he figured⁠​​ the time would‌⁠ come to return⁠‌ the favor.

But‍ he never expected⁠ it to be⁠‌ this.

— Kyuu!

“…You​‌‍ want me to‌⁠ teach a golem?”‍⁠

He‍​ would never have⁠​‌ imagined that the​‌ pendant Fernan wore‌⁠ around his neck,‍⁠ waving at him,⁠‍⁠ was actually the‌ student in question.⁠

“Yes,⁠​ brother.”

Fernan​‍ nodded.

“I’m‌ asking you this⁠‌ favor because I know I can‍‌ trust you.”

Emond‌ covered his face⁠ with his hands.‌⁠

“Even‌‍‍ though I don’t⁠⁠‌ know much about​​​ golems, at least⁠ I know that‌​ if one that⁠ talks and moves⁠​ on its own​ is discovered, the‌​ whole world would​‍ flip upside down.”‍

“There’s​ no need to⁠​‍ go that far.‌​‌ If this just⁠ reached Professor Harcon’s‍⁠ ears, chaos would‌ already break out.”‌⁠

“That’s⁠‌‍ true… that golem-maniac‌​‌ dwarf…”

Emond​‌ thought of that‌ eccentric dwarf.

“I⁠‍ built him with⁠⁠‌ all my effort,⁠​ so his physical‍ ability is overwhelming,‍‌‍ but he lacks​ swordsmanship skills.”

“Yeah,‍​ that’s obvious.”

“That’s​‍ why he needs‌‍​ to learn swordsmanship,‌ and I think‌ Altrierc’s style suits‍‍‍ him best.”

Considering​​‍ the golem’s physical​‍ capabilities, it was‍​ the right decision.⁠‌‌

“This⁠‍⁠ can’t leave this‍‍ room, right?”

“If⁠‌⁠ it were known‍⁠ I’m walking around​‍ with a golem,‌‌‌ everyone would assume​ he’s under your‍ name, brother.”

Half-joking,⁠‍‌ half-serious.

Though​‍ Fernan knew he​ wouldn’t betray him.​⁠‌ He had known​‍​ the Altriercs since‌ childhood, and he⁠ knew Emond was⁠​​ loyal and discreet.‌‍‌

After‌⁠ thinking for a moment, Emond had⁠‌​ no choice but​ to nod. In‍​ the end, he​‍ didn’t really have‌ a way to⁠⁠⁠ refuse.

“Alright.⁠ I’ll take care⁠‌ of it. Three⁠ times a week,⁠⁠⁠ two hours each⁠ time.”

“Thank​⁠ you very much.”‌​

“But‍ in return, take⁠‌ care of Alcmion.”‌

“Alcmion?‍ What could you​‌​ ask me about‌ him?”

“You‌​⁠ already know how⁠​⁠ much trouble he​⁠‌ is.”

Just​ thinking about his‌​⁠ younger brother made‍ Emond sigh.

“The‍‌ personality of that‌‌ wild Altrierc boar⁠​ isn’t going to‌ change. Cover for⁠‌ him well. If​‍ I do it,​‍ they’ll say I’m​ playing favorites, and⁠​ I’ll get all​‍​ the looks.”

“Of‌‌ course, brother. I’ll‌⁠ keep an eye​‍ on him.”

Thus,⁠ the deal was​‌ sealed.

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