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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 147

Chapter 147

After​ obtaining the immense‌‌ treasure left behind⁠‌ by the First⁠‌ Emperor and following‌ Aint’s breakthrough in‌ his battle against‍​ the chimera, the‌​‍ Academy overcame another‍ minor obstacle: the‌ midterm exams of​​ the first semester.​

Fernan‍ didn’t worry too⁠‍​ much about grades.⁠⁠ For him, the‍⁠ only thing that⁠⁠ mattered was not‌​ getting expelled from⁠​‍ the Ravidus Hall.⁠⁠

The​ problem was that‍ his partner in‍​ the duo was‍ too strong.

【First​‍‌ place in the​​ third-year midterm exams,‌ Knight Department: Luina‌ Bercheff】

【Second​ place in the​ third-year midterm exams,⁠⁠ Magic Department: Fernan⁠‌ Pellenberg】

Not‍ all classes were⁠ paired, but the‍ most important ones⁠⁠‌ were. Thanks to​ that influence, Fernan⁠​⁠ ended up scoring⁠‍‍ higher than expected,⁠‍⁠ achieving second place⁠⁠‌ in magic thanks‍ to his outstanding‍‍ note-taking ability.

【First‌‍ place in the‍‌ third-year midterm exams,‌⁠ Magic Department: Carlo‍ Deneb】

Carlo‌⁠‍ Deneb took first‌‍ place. During the​ winter break, his⁠‌‍ prowess had risen⁠​‌ dramatically, as if‌⁠ he had sharpened‌‍ his sword in⁠‍⁠ secret.

“I⁠‍​ hope he hasn’t‍⁠ turned corrupt.”

Fernan⁠ shook his head.‌‌⁠ Suspecting anyone who⁠ showed growth was‍ becoming a disease.‌⁠‍ Carlo had always‌​ been talented; he‍‍​ had only fallen⁠‍ behind temporarily against​​ Fernan, who had‍​⁠ the advantage of⁠ Luina as his‍​ partner.

“In‌‍‌ any case, students​‍‌ of the Academy⁠​‍ growing stronger is‍ a good thing.”⁠‍

Even‍​⁠ if they were‌‍‌ “just” students, in⁠‌ reality they were‌​ outstanding prodigies from‍​‌ across the continent.⁠⁠⁠ They were the‌‌ future of the‍‍‌ Empire and the‌​ continent itself; their​​ progress meant the‍‌​ misfortune of demons.⁠

【First‍‍ place in the‌⁠‍ second-year midterm exams,‍ Knight Department: Aint​‍ Armian】

Aint​‌⁠ also stood out⁠​ as a prominent⁠ presence. After absorbing​⁠ all of the​‌‌ First Emperor’s arrangements‍‌‍ and fighting Andromalius​ and other magical‌ beasts, he had‌⁠ shown astonishing growth.‍ After breaking through‌‌ in his battle‌​ with the chimera,‌‍ he became unmatched​ among the second-year⁠‍ knights.

In​ the Knight Department,‌‍‍ Aint Armian was‌ viewed with the‍‌​ same respect as‌‌‍ Jace Vines in​ the Magic Department.⁠

【The‌ tragedy that struck​ Bercheff, will the‌​‌ wall remain firm?】​‌​

【The‍ north would have⁠‍⁠ fallen a hundred‌‌ times over without​ Bercheff…】

【The‍‍‍ corrupt begin to​ stir; a continental‍ response is urgently‌‍ needed】

【The​ natural enemy of‌​ demons takes first‌ place in the⁠⁠ Academy】

The‌ newspapers highlighted the​​​ invasion of Kimaris,‌ spreading fear and⁠‍ emphasizing the need⁠⁠ for a continental​‌ alliance.

“It⁠​​ turned out well.”‌⁠⁠

“Yes,‍‌ His Excellency made⁠‌‍ sure of it.”⁠‌⁠

Amid‌ it all, Aint’s⁠‌‌ figure stood out​‍ subtly. All of​⁠​ it was the‌‌‍ work of the⁠⁠ Pellenbergs. Fernan was‍ slowly weaving the‍‌ board.

“There’s⁠​ a rumor that‍ Timon Baertz had⁠ a breakthrough thanks‌⁠‌ to Aint.”

“A⁠⁠ breakthrough?”

“Yes.‍ They say he⁠⁠ broke through after‍‌‍ a duel with​ him.”

“A‌‌ duel?”

Fernan⁠‌⁠ frowned. Were they‍‍‍ referring to the‌ time he knocked‍ him unconscious on‌‍ purpose to check‌ if he was‍​ a corrupt?

‘And⁠​ being pushed to‌ the limit gave‌‌​ him a revelation?’‍‌‌

It⁠‍ wasn’t impossible. For‍⁠​ Timon, Aint was​​ far too superior,​⁠ and obtaining insight‌‍⁠ after clashing with‌ someone that strong‍​‌ wasn’t uncommon.

“That’s‍​ why he gave‍ him a thank-you‍⁠​ gift and now‌‌‍ holds him in⁠ high regard.”

“A‌‍‍ guy who should​‌‍ have turned corrupt‍⁠​ ends up a follower of Aint?⁠‌‌ What if it’s​‍ a ploy?”

“But‌ Aint himself checked⁠ him, didn’t he?”​‍‌

“Yes,​‌⁠ he did.”

That‌‍ only deepened the​‍‌ doubt. Maybe Abel’s‌ appearance had shifted​‌ the direction entirely.‌​ Or maybe Abel​ was just an​ addition, and Timon‌ simply hadn’t fallen⁠ yet.

“For⁠ now, it’s best‍​ to keep him​‍ close to Aint.​ If he changes,‌ Aint will notice‍ right away. If​⁠ not, he’ll be‌​ a useful servant.”‌

“And​⁠​ Ludger? How has‍‍ he reacted?”

“He⁠‌ must have heard‌⁠⁠ the rumors, but​ he hasn’t done​‌ anything.”

“He‍ must be losing‍‍‍ his mind.”

Since​‌ his failed assassination⁠‍​ attempt on Aint,⁠‍ Ludger had remained⁠ silent. And with‌⁠​ Aint staying quiet,‌‌ he must be​ going mad.

“We’ll‍⁠ leave him be‍ for now. And…”‍​

Fernan‍ gently tapped the‌‌‍ table.

Since​ he obtained the⁠ First Emperor’s treasure,‌ there had been‌‍​ no more prophetic⁠ visions. The world‍ had changed too⁠​ much for further‌ revelations to be​ of much help.‍⁠‍

For‌​ now, the continent‌‍ was relatively at‍⁠ peace. Perhaps because‌ Kimaris had died​ in Bercheff and‍​ the corrupt were‌​‍ hiding, or maybe‌⁠ due to the​ wave of hunts⁠ for the corrupt‌‌ in several regions.‍

The⁠​​ Academy had also‍ returned to a near-normal state, like⁠​ before the prophecy.⁠

“With​ peace and new​​ students, it’s time‌​ to reopen the‍‌‍ Masked Club.”

The‌‍⁠ club hadn’t disappeared,​ but Fernan had​ been too busy​ to participate.

“This​​⁠ time we’ll celebrate‌ in style.”

“I’ll‌‌​ prepare everything.”

“Send​​⁠ new invitations to​​⁠ Senior Gismond and‍‍ the top first-year‍‍ students.”

“Yes.”⁠

Peace​‌​ wouldn’t last forever,‌ but for now​​ it was time‍ to return to⁠⁠ the essence of‌⁠⁠ the Academy—a place​‌‌ of fellowship where‌‍⁠ the future powers‍​ of the continent‌‌⁠ forged their relationships.​​‍

***‌‌‍

“…What‍⁠ am I supposed​⁠‍ to do?”

Bella‌ Hoenne looked bewildered‍‍​ at the sudden⁠‍‌ request.

“I​‍ want you to​‌ choose clothes. For​ Aint Armian.”

“And‌‌ why should I do that?”

“I‍⁠‌ saw you picked‌‍⁠ well for Luina.⁠​​ You have a sense of fashion,​ unlike me and​⁠ my circle.”

Bella​ shook her head.​

“Don’t‍​​ come at me‌‍⁠ with nonsense, Fernan.​‍ The Hoenne have​ always been neutral.”‍

“This​ isn’t a scheme.‌‍⁠ Think carefully, Bella⁠‌ Hoenne. Look at​​ the state of‌‌‌ the continent now.”​

“And‍⁠ you say it’s‍⁠‍ not a scheme!”​​

Bella⁠‌‍ shouted. She knew​ it too—the continent‍ was stirring more⁠⁠‌ and more, and‌‍ Aint Armian’s name‍‌‌ was beginning to⁠‌​ echo. The gap⁠ with Schwaben was‍​​ still wide, but‌ with demons multiplying,​​ that wall no​ longer seemed insurmountable.‌​‍

The‌‌ power left by⁠ the First Emperor,‌ Aint’s special strength​‌ against demons, his‌ tacit alliance with‍⁠​ Fernan, and his⁠‌‌ recent closeness with‍ Luina.

‘And​‌‍ Aria Fridian has⁠​⁠ been with them‍ from the beginning.’​‍​

That⁠⁠⁠ already made three​ potential backers among‌ the seven electoral​‌⁠ votes.

And⁠​ on top of‌‍ that, that damned‍ “saint” Fernan was‍⁠​ friends with—just thinking‍‌​ about it made⁠⁠⁠ Bella grind her⁠​ teeth.

“I​‍ understand what you’re‍⁠⁠ saying. But there’s​⁠⁠ one thing—all of​‌‍ you are heirs,‍​ not heads of⁠ houses.”

“And‍‍ why not consider‍​ that this reflects‍ the will of​⁠ the patriarchs themselves?”​

“What?”⁠

“No,⁠ rather—my will.”

Bella‍⁠‍ clenched her teeth.​ Punching that smiling,⁠‌ cynical face would​ be such a relief.

“…Fine.”‍

In​​ the end, she⁠‍‌ accepted. A good‌ merchant knew how​‍‌ to keep a foot in both‌ camps if necessary.‌⁠‍ If Aint ever‍‍ ascended to the​​ throne, rejecting him⁠‌ now would be⁠‌​ an unforgivable mistake.‌‌​

Besides,‌‍⁠ Hoenne was heavily⁠ reliant on Pellenberg‌​ in trade. She‍‍ could always use‌ pressure as an‌ excuse.

“Excellent⁠​⁠ choice. Ah, I forgot to mention—it’s​⁠​ not just for⁠⁠ Aint. There are‍‌ three in total.”⁠​

“Three?​ Who else?”

“One‍‌‌ is your friend.”​​

“Luina,⁠​‌ of course. I always chose her‌‍ clothes myself.”

Bella‌ nodded calmly; she​‌ had already planned‍‍ to buy Luina​⁠ dresses anyway.

“And‌‍ the last… is⁠‌ that sanctimonious guy​ who only wears‌⁠ a robe.”

“…Jace?⁠​‌ That bastard!?”

Bella​ exploded.

“You⁠‌​ hate him that​​​ much?”

“Of‌ course! How could‍ I forget—he tried‌ to kill me!”⁠‍

“But‌​ you didn’t die.”⁠

“I​​ almost did!”

“I‌ was there too.‍‍⁠ So was Luina.⁠‍ You weren’t going​ to die.”

“But‌ he tried to!”​‌⁠

“Because‌⁠​ at the time​‌ you were corrupted.”⁠

Bella‌ screamed in indignation.⁠​‍

“The‍​ miasma invaded me‌⁠‌ without me noticing—that‍‌​ doesn’t make me​​⁠ a corrupt!”

“Be‍ that as it⁠⁠ may, I’ll take⁠‌ that as a yes.”

“Wait,‍ no, Jace is—!”​‍

Fernan‍ disappeared before she​⁠ could stop him.⁠

The​‍ door opened again.‌‍

“…I‍⁠ didn’t say I accepted!”

But⁠‌‌ there they were—Luina,‍​​ Aint, and Jace.‍

Bella‍​⁠ swallowed hard. She‍ didn’t have the‍ nerve to insult,‍⁠ to his face,⁠ the very man⁠​‌ who reminded her⁠‌ of that nightmare.‍⁠

“Bella,‌ could you help‌‍ us?”

“Hello,​⁠ Senior.”

“A⁠‌⁠ pleasure to see‌‌ you again, Senior.”​⁠‍

‘Damn​ you, Fernan, greedy‌​⁠ worm!’

Bella​​‌ went back to‌​ hating him with‌⁠ all her soul.‍‌

***⁠⁠

“…So⁠​ today’s the day.”‍​

She​ let out a sigh without meaning⁠ to.

The​⁠‍ day she wished‍ would never come‍‌ had arrived.

From​⁠ a social club⁠ to a Yacht‌⁠​ Club, and finally⁠​ transformed into the​‌‌ Masked Club—the Academy’s‌‍ greatest society.

Officially,‍‍​ it was led​⁠‌ by Ludger, but⁠‌ in truth, it‍‌ was Fernan.

The⁠ reason was simple—it‌‌ was a club​ Fernan had built​ with his own​⁠‌ money.

“Aint‍ Armian will be​⁠‍ there too.”

Fernan‍ had decided to​‌ expand the stage.​⁠

What‍​​ did that mean?‌

That‌ he wanted to‌ etch Aint Armian‌​⁠ clearly into everyone’s‍‌ memory.

“That‍ Fernan… why on⁠‍⁠ earth is he​​ supporting Aint Armian⁠ so much?”

Did​‌ he really believe‍‍ Aint Armian could​ become emperor, that‌ House Armian could⁠ be reborn?

“That’s​ impossible.”

Even⁠ if the continent‍ fell into chaos‍‍ and the demons‌ kept descending, it​‌⁠ made no difference.‍‌

Schwaben​‍‍ had worked for‌ a long time‌‍ to cement the​⁠ throne.

They‌‌ had even recently‍‍​ tried to change‌​ the Empire’s name⁠ to “Schwaben,” and‌​‍ though it failed,​‌‍ their efforts to​​⁠ secure the crown​‍​ permanently continued.

Stealing‌​ Armian’s secret swordsmanship⁠‍‌ was part of‍ those plans.

“…But‌‌ Fernan has no​‍ way of knowing‍ that.”

Even‍‌‍ if he was‌ a Pellenberg, how​​ could he know⁠‌ that the First‍‍ Prince of Schwaben‍ was secretly learning‌‌‍ the lost swordsmanship​‍‍ of Armian?

“This‍​ could work to‍ my advantage.”

If‌ the time came⁠ and she revealed‍ that information, would‌⁠‍ Fernan still stand‍ by Aint?

The‍​​ only advantage Armian⁠​‍ had over Schwaben⁠‌‍ was being recognized⁠ as the natural​ enemy of demons‌‍ thanks to his⁠‍‌ secret swordsmanship.

“Pellenberg⁠ would never take‍⁠‌ that kind of‌‌ risk.”

Of‍‌​ the seven prince-electors,‍ Pellenberg was the‌ most calculating in​⁠ terms of profit.⁠

If‌ he judged there‌⁠​ was no future,​‌ he would switch​ sides without hesitation.‌​‍

Ludger​‍ then decided to​‌ attend the Masked‌ Club.

If​ he were absent,⁠​ it was obvious‌‍‌ Aint would become​⁠​ the center of‌‍ attention, and he‍‌ couldn’t allow that⁠​‌ to happen right​ before his eyes.⁠‌

With‍​‍ the help of‌​ his maids, he‌​⁠ put on a splendid formal suit,‍‍‍ donned a mask⁠⁠ that covered half​⁠ his face, and​​ boarded the carriage.​​

The‍‌​ masquerade ball was‌⁠‌ being held at‌‌‍ the grand mansion‍ owned by the⁠‌ Golden Turtle Company.​‌‍

The⁠‍ banquet hall of⁠​ the mansion was‍ so spacious it⁠ could host dozens​​​ of students along⁠⁠ with their guests.‌

Since‍ it was a masked ball, the​‍ entrance of each​‌⁠ guest was not‍‌‌ announced, unlike in‍‌ other events.

But​⁠​ a mask couldn’t‌ hide the overwhelming‍​‍ presence of Ludger.⁠‌

As‌​ soon as he‌⁠‌ entered, the soft‍ music came to​ a halt, and⁠‍ all eyes turned‍⁠‌ to him.

A circle soon formed⁠‍⁠ around him.

“Your⁠‍ Highness. It’s been‍​ a while…”

“Your⁠‍ Highness, I…”

‘I⁠⁠⁠ did well to‍‌‌ come. I shouldn’t‍ have secluded myself‌ for so long.’⁠​⁠

As​⁠ always, it was‌ in social gatherings​⁠ that Ludger felt​ most alive.

It​‌​ was the power—the‍ confirmation that he‌ still had influence—that⁠‍ brought him such​⁠ pleasure.

‘No⁠ matter how much⁠⁠ Aint Armian starts​ to make a name for himself,‌ I—’

At⁠‌ that moment.

Creak—⁠‌​

The​ door opened.

Those⁠ nearby instinctively turned⁠ to look.

And‌‌ once their eyes‍ locked on the​‌ entrance, they couldn’t‍ look away.

“What⁠‌⁠ is it? Why​ are they all…?”​‌​

The⁠⁠ others also followed​​‍ the gazes, their‌‌‌ faces fixed on‌‌⁠ the entrance.

More‍ and more people​‍​ turned to stare‍ in that direction.‌‍

“What’s‍ going on? Who​⁠‌ is…?”

Ludger‌​⁠ turned his head​ too.

There​‌ were two people.‍​

A man with dazzling​ golden hair and‌‍⁠ an elf with‍‍ soft crimson hair.‍‍​

The‍⁠⁠ masks could not‌‌⁠ hide the natural⁠⁠ majesty they exuded.⁠⁠‍

But⁠‍‌ it wasn’t them​‌ that was capturing​⁠ everyone’s attention.

It​ was precisely—

The⁠⁠‍ white bird resting‍‍‌ on the man’s​ shoulder.

“Four‍⁠ wings…?”

“…It‍​‍ can’t be.”

Damn​ it.

Ludger‍​⁠ couldn’t help but⁠ curse, though no​‍ one around him‌ noticed.

“…Saintbird?”​⁠​

Ludger’s‍ jaw dropped to‌ its limit.

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