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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 146

Chapter 146

“You‌‍ should start preparing​ yourself too.”

That‌​⁠ day, as usual,‌ Aint had gone‌‍ to see Silver‍‌ and stopped by‌ Fernan’s office. With​⁠‌ a sip of⁠‍‍ hot coffee and​‌‌ in good spirits,​‌‍ Fernan cast a bait.

“Prepare⁠​​ myself?”

“Demons⁠‌‌ have been summoned,​‍ and the corrupt‍ are spreading across​​‍ the continent like‌‌‌ cancer. It’s no⁠ longer a problem⁠ limited to the​⁠ Academy.”

The‍‍ demon issue was‍‍ now continental. Inevitably,‍ its scale was‌‌‌ growing.

“Humans‌ live in communities,​‍‍ they form relationships.​⁠ No matter how​ strong you are,​ alone, you can’t​ do anything. You⁠ need a faction​ that supports your⁠‌​ reputation and strength.”⁠​

Even​‌ without demons, if⁠‌‌ Aint dreamed of‍‍‍ becoming emperor, this⁠⁠ was a challenge⁠⁠ he would eventually‌ have to face.​‍ An emperor is⁠ not a loner,​⁠ but one who⁠ rules over all.​‌

“I’ve⁠⁠ thought about it,‍‌ but it’s not​ easy.”

“The‍⁠ Academy gathers talents‍ from across the‌⁠ continent. And many‌​ of them come‌​ from good backgrounds.‌ If you can‌​ win some of​‌⁠ them over, it’ll​​ be a great​‍ help.”

“Yes.”⁠​‍

Aint​⁠ already knew this,‍‍‍ which is why‍ the first thing​⁠​ he had done‌ was draw Verian‍ to his side.‍⁠⁠

Within‍ his own year,⁠‌ some followed him,⁠‌‌ but beyond that‍ it was difficult.​‌​ The shadow of​⁠ Ludger and Schwaben⁠‍ still loomed too‌‌ heavily. Even though⁠​⁠ he was a hero and demons​⁠ had appeared, the⁠‍​ gap between Armian​​‌ and Schwaben remained‍⁠‌ an insurmountable wall.⁠⁠​

“But​‌‌ what matters most​⁠​ is your origin,‍‍ your roots. No‌‍ one takes shelter‍‌ under the shadow​​⁠ of a weed.​​‌ People seek rest⁠⁠​ under the shade‌⁠⁠ of a great⁠ tree.”

Aint​‍ immediately understood what​‌ that meant.

“But‍ Armian is too‌ weak.”

Not‍ just weak—it had​ locked itself in​ the nostalgia of‍ past glories, living‍ turned away from‌​ the world. That‌‌‍ alone achieved nothing.⁠‍‍ Its order of‌‌⁠ knights and mage‌ battalion barely numbered⁠ one each, and⁠ were far inferior​​​ to those of​ other prince-electors. Their⁠ personal troops barely‌​‍ reached a hundred.⁠‌‍

The‌‍ reason was obvious—maintaining‍‌ knights, mages, and⁠ soldiers required money,⁠‌‍ and after losing⁠ most of its⁠‍⁠ lands, Armian no​ longer had the‍‌⁠ resources to sustain​⁠⁠ more.

“Still,​⁠​ you can’t put​​ it off forever.‌​ Armian is your⁠‌ base, those who‍ will support you‌ until the end,‌⁠ your reliable rear‍ guard.”

The‍ foundation had to⁠⁠ be solid and⁠‍​ grand.

“I’ll‍ give you the​‌ money.”

“…What?”​⁠

“To‍ be precise, I’ll​‍ lend it to​ you.”

— Reject it, Aint!‌

— Even if he’s‌ helped you a lot, accepting money​ from Pellenberg is​​ something else entirely!‌

He⁠⁠‍ didn’t even need‍ Gardner to say‌⁠ it—Aint knew it‍ well. The clearest⁠⁠‍ case was Frazia.​​‌ Fernan had made⁠‍⁠ them sell their⁠ rights to the⁠‍ Golden Edict, blocking‍‍ any other lender‍‍ to force them‌ to come to‌ him at a higher interest. Even​‌‍ if his behavior⁠ seemed different recently,‌ the general opinion​‌⁠ was that Fernan⁠​ had tried to‌​ destroy Frazia from‍​⁠ the root.

“I⁠⁠⁠ owe you a lot, but…”

“Afraid‍‌⁠ I’ll scam you?”‌

“…If⁠ I’m being honest,​‌ yes.”

“Then⁠‍‍ let’s make a contract. I’ll set‍​ it at 5%​ annual.”

That​‍ was a surprisingly​⁠ low interest rate—almost‍‍⁠ the absolute minimum.‍‌ Aint hesitated—rebuilding Armian⁠‌ required money, and‍ that was an‌‍ undeniable fact.

“And⁠​ the conditions?”

— Don’t accept it,‌ Aint! Don’t fall​‍⁠ for it!

“A‍‍ 10-year term, with‌​‍ a one-time extension​⁠​ of 5 years​‌ possible. And it’ll​‍ be simple interest,‌ not compound.”

The​‌⁠ amount.

“As‍ much as you⁠‌ want.”

“…What‌ if I say⁠​​ an impossible sum?”‍​

“Doesn’t‌⁠⁠ matter. No one​‍⁠ on this continent‌​ has more money‌ than Pellenberg.”

And‍⁠ it was true—he‍‌ was already at⁠‌‍ the top before,‌ but with the‌​‍ treasure left by⁠ the First Emperor,‌⁠‍ the gap was‌‍‍ astronomical.

“If‌ you want, I’ll‌‌​ put everything in​⁠ writing. I swear⁠ there’ll be no‍ hidden clauses.”

“Really?”‌‌⁠

“Of‍ course. I’m not‌‌ going to scam​‌ the hero who’s‍⁠‍ going to save‌‌ the continent. If‍‍ the demons conquer⁠⁠⁠ it, all money‌‌ becomes worthless.”

The‌ logic was crushing.‌​

— Hmph… he shouldn’t⁠​ accept… but the‍​​ conditions are too​‍​ good…

Indeed,‌​‍ they were very⁠ favorable. The Empire​‍⁠ usually lent at​⁠ 8% annual compound‍‌ interest, and many‍ charged even more.‌​⁠

“Thanks​‍‍ for the offer,⁠ but I can’t‍ decide alone. I’ll⁠‌ consult first.”

“That’s‌ fine. Speaking of‍‌‌ which, how’s the‍⁠ duke?”

By⁠‌ “duke,” he meant⁠⁠ the head of‍‍‌ Armian.

“Yes.”‍⁠

“Has​‍ he said anything‌‌ about your achievements?”‌‌‌

“Actually,​‌ I haven’t seen‍ him since I entered the Academy.​‌ Not in summer⁠ or winter—I stayed‍ in Frazia working⁠‌ as a mercenary.”‍‍​

“That’s​‌ why he wrote⁠‍ to you. He’ll​ want you to​ return this summer​⁠​ for a long‍⁠ conversation.”

Naturally,‍‍ after being isolated‍ so long, the​‌ duke must be‍‍ surprised that his‍⁠​ son, who had‍‍ barely asked to‍ go to the‌​‌ Academy, was now​ being called a hero.

‘What⁠⁠‍ will he think?’‍‍⁠

That‍⁠ he shouldn’t draw‍‌ attention and just‍​​ preserve the bloodline?‍⁠​ Or that he⁠‍ should trust him‌ and support him‍‌ fully? Honestly, the‌‌​ former was more‌⁠⁠ likely.

If⁠⁠ he were the​‌⁠ kind of man⁠‍​ who didn’t fear‍ Schwaben, he would’ve​⁠ made a move​​ already.

‘I​‌‍ hope it’s the​⁠‍ second… but if​​ not, it doesn’t​​‌ matter.’

Fernan‍⁠ was convinced—with his‌‍‍ wealth, he could‍ provide Aint the​⁠ foundation he needed.‍

***​​

“Is‍‌‍ it true that⁠ Senior Aint beat‍ you up so‌‌ badly on a rainy day you​​ ended up wrecked?”‌​​

“I‌ heard he knocked‍ you unconscious.”

“No,⁠​‍ he didn’t hit⁠‍ me—it was a duel.”

“A‌⁠ duel disguised as‍⁠​ a beating, you​‌ mean?”

“No‌ wonder they say​⁠ that even if‌ he’s a hero,⁠‌‌ he’s not as‌​ soft as he‍ looks.”

“Stop​ spouting nonsense. If‍​‌ I’m telling you‍‍‍ it wasn’t like‍ that, why are⁠‌ you making such​ a fuss?”

Timon​‍‍ Baertz frowned at​​​ his friends’ teasing.​‌

“I​‍ was the one​‌‌ who asked for‍ the duel first,‍​​ and Senior accepted.⁠‍‌ Yes, it was⁠‍ tough, but for​⁠⁠ a knight, that‍‌​ level of roughness​ is normal.”

Even‌ though he ended​‍ up unconscious after⁠ dozens of duels,⁠ Timon was convinced⁠​ it was because⁠ Aint saw him⁠‍‌ as worthy of​​‍ it.

‘My⁠​​ skill was good‌ enough to awaken‍ Senior’s competitive spirit.’‌

If⁠‍⁠ it weren’t, he​ wouldn’t have had​‍ a reason to⁠‍​ insist so much⁠ on a match‍‌ with a junior.​​​

“And​‍ most importantly—thanks to‍‌‍ him, I broke⁠ the wall.”

“Seriously?”⁠​‍

“You‍ broke the wall?”​

Breaking​ the wall meant‍‍‌ leveling up—reaching a new stage. His‌ friends’ eyes widened⁠ in amazement.

“How‍ did you do‍‌‌ it?”

“All​ thanks to Senior⁠​​ Aint’s guidance.”

It‍ wasn’t a lie.‍⁠

Timon‌ had never pushed⁠ himself so hard‍⁠ in his life‍​⁠ or been driven‍‌ to such a limit.

The⁠‍ duel with Aint​‍ had been the‌ first great trial‍ of his life,‍ and that trial‌ had made him‌⁠‌ grow.

Naturally,‍​ his respect for⁠ Aint only deepened.‍‌‌

‘Senior‌⁠ knew exactly what‍‍​ I lacked—and that’s‍⁠‌ why he gave‍​‍ me those duels…​ he was guiding‌‌ me!’

If‍​‍ not, he wouldn’t‌​⁠ have achieved enlightenment⁠⁠‍ at just the⁠ right moment.

While‌​‍ basking in the‍​ envy of his‌​‍ friends, Timon stood⁠‍‌ up.

Because⁠ of the aftereffects⁠⁠ of so many‍‌‍ duels, he hadn’t‌​‍ seen Aint for⁠ several days, but​‌​ now he felt⁠ fully recovered.

‘I​ need to thank‍‌ him.’

Even​ beasts acknowledge those⁠⁠ who feed them.‌​‌ And Aint hadn’t‌⁠ just given him⁠ duels—he had helped⁠​ him break through‌ his wall. Not⁠ thanking him would‍⁠ be unforgivable.

Loaded‌​ with gifts, Timon‌‌ found Aint in‍ a café, chatting‌⁠ with his friends.⁠

“Senior⁠⁠ Aint!”

His‌‍ voice rang out⁠ loudly, drawing everyone’s​‌⁠ attention, but he​ didn’t care. He⁠‍ bowed before Aint.‌​‌

“Thank‌ you, senior.”

“…Huh,​‌ hello. Thanks for‍‍‌ what?”

“Thanks‍​ to you, I managed to break​ the wall!”

“…The‌‍​ wall?”

Aint’s​​⁠ eyes widened. The‌​ same happened with‌‌​ Verian and Aria,‌ who were beside‌ him.

“What‌‌ did you do,⁠ Aint? What did‍ you give him?”⁠‍

“Nothing!⁠​ I just made​ him fight until‍⁠ he passed out⁠‍‍ and checked that​​ he wasn’t a corrupt infiltrator…”

He‌‌⁠ never imagined that‌ would lead to⁠‌ an epiphany.

“Please​ accept this, senior!”⁠‌‌

Timon‌ placed the gifts‍‍ on the table.⁠

“High-level​⁠​ potions from the​‌ shop. I hope​ they’re useful to⁠ you.”

“…This⁠‌ makes me a little uncomfortable.”

“I⁠⁠ beg you, please⁠​‌ accept them. Don’t‍‌⁠ make me look‌⁠ like an ungrateful​​‍ man who received‍⁠​ help and didn’t​​ give thanks.”

After⁠⁠‍ such insistence, Aint​⁠⁠ couldn’t refuse.

“Can​‌ I sit with⁠⁠ you?”

He‌ was about to​⁠ say no, but⁠‍ he remembered the​‌​ conversation with Fernan.​⁠⁠

‘We⁠ said we’d watch‌⁠ him a bit‍‌⁠ more closely.’

At‌​⁠ least for now,​ it was better⁠‌​ to keep him⁠⁠‌ close than to‌‌ push him away.​

“Do​​‌ what you want.”⁠‍

“Thank⁠​ you!”

“And⁠ that one behind⁠ you, did he‍‍ come with you‌‍⁠ too?”

“Behind?”‌‌

Timon‍​​ turned and saw⁠‌ a first-year student⁠‍‍ with a sharp‍​ expression.

“Yusta‍ Fakar? No, he‌‌‍ didn’t come with‍⁠ me…”

Yusta​‍ ignored everyone else​ and stood in​‍ front of Verian.‌⁠

“Senior‌ Verian, I challenge‍⁠ you to a duel.”

His⁠‌‍ voice was polite,‌⁠‍ but his eyes‍‌⁠ brimmed with defiance.⁠‍

“Do‍ you know him,‌⁠ Verian?”

“Saying‌‍ yes or no⁠ is complicated.”

Verian‍ let out a bitter laugh.

“How⁠ curious… Aint gets⁠ gifts from a newbie, and I get flies buzzing​‌‌ around me.”

“If‌‌ you’re scared, you‌‌​ can refuse me.”‍‍​

“Follow⁠ me. I’ll show​⁠‍ you what the‍⁠ difference in level‍⁠‌ means.”

Verian​ stood up suddenly‍ and walked off,​‌ Yusta closely behind​​‌ him.

“…What‌ was that?”

“The⁠‍⁠ marquess family Kalburdern​ and the Fakar‍‌ family have been⁠​⁠ rivals for generations.‌⁠ They famously don’t​‌‌ get along. Always‍ competing. Kalburdern usually‍⁠ has the upper‍‌⁠ hand, but Fakar‍‍⁠ isn’t far behind.”⁠

It​⁠⁠ was said that⁠ if a new‍⁠ prince-elector were to‌ be chosen someday,​​‍ it would most⁠​ likely be from​ one of those​⁠‌ two houses.

That’s​⁠ why people always‍⁠‍ compared them, and​‌ the rivalry only‌‌ grew stronger.

“You⁠‍⁠ speak in pretty​ good detail, huh?”‌

“Of⁠‍⁠ course. I know‌ almost everything about​‌ the Empire’s nobles‌⁠‌ and their relationships.”​⁠

Aria⁠⁠‌ shrugged.

“Senior‌ Aint.”

Aint‌‌ turned and was‍‌‍ met with a gaze that made‌ him very uncomfortable.​

“…What​​‍ is it?”

— This guy has‍‍⁠ the same eyes‌ as those fanatics‌‍ from the old‌​⁠ Dragon God Cult.​

“It‌⁠ may sound sudden,‌⁠ but…”

Timon‍‌⁠ lowered his voice.⁠

“I‍‍ want to stand​⁠‌ by your side,‍⁠ senior.”

***‌‍

In⁠​ a tavern in⁠⁠‍ Frazia, full of⁠‍‍ mercenaries.

“……”‍‌

The​​ bald mercenary, who​⁠ was devouring a huge piece of‌ meat in one‍‌‍ bite, suddenly stopped.‌‌⁠

“Boss?⁠ What’s wrong all⁠‍‌ of a sudden?”⁠

“I‌​⁠ don’t know… the‌‌ meat tastes weird.‌ I don’t want‌‌ to keep eating.”‌‌

“…Don’t⁠ want to keep⁠⁠‌ eating? You already⁠‍ ate it all.”‌

Instead⁠​‌ of answering, he‍ set the bone‌‍ on the table⁠ and stood up.‌​

“I’m⁠‌ heading up first.”‌​

He​ went up to​ the private suite‌⁠ on the third​​ floor and locked​⁠ the door.

“Report.”‌

Whoosh—,⁠​ a figure emerged​‌ from the shadow.​​​

“With⁠‌ the eye of⁠‌ Andrealphus as bait,⁠‍ Abel Callins covered⁠‍⁠ everything and perished.‌ After that, they‍​⁠ didn’t notice anything.”‌

“Who‌‌‌ found out?”

“As‌ expected, that paranoid‌⁠ one discovered everything‌‌‍ and acted. Also,⁠ Aint Armian seems‌ to be following⁠ Fernan Pellenberg’s instructions.”​⁠‍

“This​ confirms it. That‍‍‍ man is more‍⁠ dangerous than Aint.”​‌

He‌ couldn’t wield a repulsive power like‍ Aint’s, but his‌ paranoia and the⁠‍‍ influence he exerted​‍ with his massive‍‌⁠ authority were a far greater obstacle.‍‌‌

“Did​ he die, by‍​‍ chance? Hopefully.”

“He’s⁠‍ still alive. It‌‍⁠ would’ve been better⁠‍ if he’d been⁠​ caught in the‌ explosion, but…”

“He’s‍ someone they call​ an expert in‌‌ self-annihilation. He wouldn’t​⁠‌ fall that easily.”‍‍⁠

He‍‌‌ showed no attachment.‌‍ In fact, surviving‍​ wasn’t a problem.‍

“And‌ what about the​⁠ cover-up?”

“It​ was processed as‍ a voluntary resignation.‌⁠‍ We believe the‌⁠⁠ rector and Fernan‍ coordinated it.”

“Excellent.‍⁠ Trying to hide⁠‍‌ it without going⁠ public… that’ll be‌⁠‌ their downfall.”

Kuhuhuhu—,⁠ he let out‌ a dark chuckle.‌‍‍

His​ recent plans hadn’t‌ been going well.‍‌ He discovered the​⁠​ cause was always​​‍ Aint and Fernan,⁠‍ so he had‌ decided to change‌⁠​ his approach.

The​⁠⁠ start was promising.​⁠⁠ Their attempts to​​⁠ cover things up⁠‍ would only play‌‍ in his favor.‍​ Unless they completely​‍​ overhauled the Academy,​⁠​ no one would​ uncover the truth.‍‌

“Aint‍ thinks he definitely​​ died, and will‍​ never consider what‍‌ comes next.”

“Yes.​‌​ And since the⁠​ body completely disappeared—just‍​‍ like with Andromalius‌‍‍ or Kimaris—they won’t‌⁠‌ suspect a next‌​ step.”

“The⁠⁠ rector must be‌​⁠ furious. He’ll react‌ somehow. Send in⁠⁠ the next one‌ immediately. The more‌‍‍ they calm down‍⁠‍ believing everything is⁠​‌ over, the more‌ the moment will⁠​ ripen.”

And⁠‌ that “moment” would​‌‍ be—

“The‍​ collapse of the​‌ Empire’s cradle.”

Even‌ if they had⁠​‌ to accept some⁠‍ losses, it didn’t‌‌​ matter.

“Oh,​‍ and if Fernan‍ or Aint leave‌⁠⁠ the Academy, attack‍ them—even if it’s​ forced. If it‍‍ works, great. If⁠ it fails, it‍ still serves as⁠‍‍ a distraction.”

“Yes.”‌

The‍ carriage was already⁠​ in motion.

While‌‌‌ humanity struggled to‌ erect obstacles to‍⁠ stop them, they‌ could only move⁠⁠ forward by destroying⁠‌⁠ them.

One‍‌‍ way or another.‌‍

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