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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 148

Chapter 148

“Not‍‍​ bad.”

“Of⁠​‍ course, who do‍‍ you think picked⁠‌ them out?”

Bella​‍ shrugged.

Luina,‍‍⁠ Aint, Jace, and⁠‍​ even Verian, who⁠⁠​ usually dressed well.⁠‍

All⁠ four wore rather‍⁠‌ elegant outfits.

Even⁠ with masks, everyone⁠‍‍ would know who‍ they were. After​ all, a masquerade⁠ ball was nothing​​‍ more than a game of appearances.‌​⁠

Unless​​‌ someone was completely​​​ unknown, everyone already‍‌‌ knew who was‍⁠⁠ part of the‌ Masked Club. How‍ could they not⁠​‌ recognize them just⁠‌‍ because they wore‌‍ a mask?

“Alright,‌‌‍ everyone get in‍⁠ the carriage. Let’s⁠‍ go. Ah, Aint,‍​ you wait a moment. I have​‌​ something to tell​‌ you.”

As‌ the others headed‍​​ for the carriage,⁠‌ Fernan stopped Aint.⁠​‌

“What’s⁠​ up?”

“This​‍⁠ Masked Club gathering‍ will be more⁠‍​ special than the⁠​​ previous ones. Not‌ that you didn’t‌‌⁠ already know.”

“I‍ can imagine, more​​⁠ or less.”

“The​‍​ entire continent trembles​ at the appearance​‌ of demons. And‍‌⁠ since demons and⁠‍​ the corrupted are​‍‍ enemies of another​​ level, your presence‍​ will shine even‌‍ brighter.”

That’s‍ why he had⁠​ to start by‌‌ winning over the​‌ students of the‍⁠ Academy.

“They’ll‍ be your base.”‍‍⁠

“Yes.”⁠

“And‍​​ to do that,​ you need to‌‍ stand out. Tell‌‍⁠ me, what’s the⁠‌‌ most important thing‍​ when selling a product?”

“A‍‌​ solid quality?”

“Wrong.⁠ The quality should​‌ be decent, but‍​‌ not too good.​‍‌ If it’s too​⁠ durable, new products‌⁠​ won’t sell… bah,​‍⁠ forget I said‌​ that.”

Fernan⁠ grimaced—he’d just revealed​ a trade secret.⁠

— Wow, now that’s‌​ a new perspective.‌‌‌

— Come to think⁠⁠​ of it, it‍ makes sense. If⁠‍ you use something⁠⁠ for thirty or‌​ forty years, you⁠​ don’t buy another‍‍ one.

— So that’s why​​​ swords break after‌ five years?

Fernan‌‍ quickly got back​‍ on track.

“What’s​‌ important is making‍⁠ it known.”

“Making‍​⁠ it known?”

“Yes.⁠‍‌ Showing it exists.​⁠​ Explaining what it’s‍‍​ for. Convincing everyone‍‌‌ how great it⁠‍ is.”

At⁠​ first, it’s just⁠ promotion. But with‍‍ time, if it‌​ gains fame and‍⁠‍ trust, it becomes‌‍​ a brand.

“If‍ you really want​ to be a hero, you have‍‍‌ to turn the‌ name Aint Armian⁠‌ into a brand.”​​

“…Uh-huh.”‌

Aint‌​​ paused for a moment, then nodded.‍‌‌

“…So,‌ in short, I have to make‍​‌ sure people remember‌⁠​ my name, right?”​⁠‍

“Exactly.‍​ As clearly as‌‍⁠ possible.”

“And‍⁠​ how? I can’t⁠⁠ just walk in​ with a sword‌ and show off‌‌ my aura.”

He​ could carry it​‌⁠ transformed into a pendant, but couldn’t⁠​ swing it around⁠​ in the middle⁠​ of a ball.‌​

“You‌‌ could also issue⁠‌‍ a formal duel​⁠​ and show your‍​ strength in front‌‌ of everyone. But‍ that’d be boring.”‍

Fernan⁠‍ smiled.

“There’s​ a much better‌ method. Tell me,‍⁠ what comes to‍ mind when you⁠⁠​ hear Armian?”

“The‍ Armian Empire.”

“And‍​ what else?”

“The⁠‍⁠ secret swordsmanship of⁠ Armian, the First‌⁠ Emperor.”

“And‌ its symbol?”

“The‍‌ Saintbird… ah. Don’t‍⁠‌ tell me—”

“Exactly.”‌‍

Fernan⁠ nodded.

“Armian​‌ and Saintbird are​ words that fit‍⁠⁠ perfectly. Everyone in‍‍⁠ that hall will‍ see the same​⁠‍ thing—the heir of‌‍ Armian, accompanied by⁠​⁠ the Saintbird, a thousand years later.”‍​

That‍​‌ would be the‍​ beginning of a new legend.

‘And⁠‌⁠ at the same​⁠ time, no one​⁠⁠ will suspect the‌ real owner of‍⁠ the Saintbird is⁠ me.’

Sooner⁠​ or later, carrying⁠ the bird around‌⁠ would give him⁠‌ away. If it‌ became known that‍‍ Fernan had the‌ Saintbird, dangerous rumors⁠‌‌ would arise:

— Even the Saintbird‍ has abandoned Armian!​

or‍

— The true hero⁠⁠ chosen by the​ Saintbird isn’t Armian.​​‌

And​ he knew Schwaben⁠ would take advantage‌ of that.

That’s‍‍‍ why it needed‍​⁠ to be clear‍ from the start:‌‍ the Saintbird belonged⁠⁠ to Aint.

Also,⁠ that way, he‍​ diverted any unnecessary​​ attention from himself.⁠⁠

‘In⁠‍​ the end, Aint‍‍‍ coming to see‍⁠ me every day‌‌ did make sense.‌‌ The Saintbird grew⁠‍ attached to him,‍​⁠ their auras match‌ well.’

Though⁠‌‌ deep down, Silver‌​‍ still prioritized Fernan.‍

‘Maybe⁠‍ I should start⁠‍‌ charging rent later.’​​⁠

The⁠ thought made him‌⁠ smile.

***‍‍‌

Everyone‍⁠‌ present focused on‍‌ Aint.

On‍ his steps, his‌ gestures, his every⁠‍‍ expression.

Or​ rather, on the‍ white bird chirping‍‍​ on his shoulder.‍⁠‍

“Is‌​‍ that really a Saintbird?”

“Look,‌‍​ it has two⁠ pairs of wings.​​ Is there any​​⁠ other species like‍ that?”

“How​‌⁠ did he manage​ to tame it?​ They say only​‌ the First Emperor⁠⁠ ever did.”

Whispers⁠‍ spread among the​ masked students.

The‍ gazes that had​⁠ been focused on‌‍‍ the prince now‍‌⁠ shifted to Aint⁠ without hesitation.

He‌‌ walked down the‍⁠ aisle the crowd⁠​‍ opened for him,​ took a glass‍ from a servant’s⁠​ tray, and sat⁠⁠​ with Aria, his‍​ companion.

“…Now‍ what? It’s my​ first time at‍ a social gathering.”⁠

“Didn’t​ you go to‌‍‍ the Yacht Club?”‌

“Yes,‍‌‍ but…”

This‍ was different. Back⁠​‍ then, the students‌ had ignored him⁠‍‌ by Ludger’s orders,​⁠ and he hadn’t⁠⁠ tried to socialize⁠⁠ either.

His⁠ goal had been‍ to head to‍​ sea and search​‍‌ for the First‌‌‍ Emperor’s legacies, not‍‌ mingle.

“Fernan⁠⁠‌ said you don’t​‌⁠ have to force‍ yourself to do‌⁠ anything.”

And‍ he was right—just​​ entering and sitting‌⁠‍ down was enough‌‌ for all eyes‍ to remain fixed‍​ on him.

“Ah,​‌​ he also told‍ me to play‌‍ with Silver as‍ much as possible.”⁠‌

The‌ more affectionate he‍ seemed with the​‍‍ Saintbird, the better‍​ the reaction.

“But‌​‍ first…”

Aria​⁠ held out her⁠⁠ hand.

“In⁠ a ball, dancing​​‌ is the norm.​ Shall we dance?”‍‍⁠

“I’ve‌ never danced before.”‌‍

“Then⁠ follow my lead.”⁠⁠

“…Alright,‍ I’ll give it‌ a try.”

“My⁠ lady, may I have this dance?”​​

Aint‌ formally asked Aria‌​⁠ for a dance.‍

The⁠‌‍ two of them⁠‌ walked hand in​‍⁠ hand to the‌​ center of the‍ floor.

Fiiiu—‌‍

As⁠​‌ they moved, Silver‌ spread its wings⁠⁠ and flapped in‌⁠⁠ rhythm.

“The‍‍‍ Saintbird spread its‌‌ wings!”

“Never⁠ thought I’d see⁠ one in my​​‌ lifetime…”

“So‌‍ adorable!”

“And⁠‌⁠ it seems completely​‌ tamed by Aint‍‌⁠ Armian.”

The‍ reaction was explosive.⁠‍

Fernan‍ watched the scene‌⁠ with a satisfied‍⁠ smile.

“Just⁠⁠‍ as you planned,‍ huh?”

Even⁠ if no one​ paid attention to‌‍ him when he‌‌​ entered with Luina,​⁠⁠ it didn’t matter.‍⁠‍

“Of‌‍⁠ course. It’s not⁠ just a Saintbird—it’s​‌⁠ the Saintbird with‌⁠ Armian. And even‌ more, in the‍ middle of the⁠ demonic threat. That⁠‍ symbolism is overwhelming.”‌⁠

Only‌‌ a fool wouldn’t‌⁠‌ understand it. And‍‌‍ there were no‍ fools of that‍‌⁠ level at the​​ Academy.

“Look,‍ Luina.”

Fernan​‍ pointed toward the⁠⁠ prince.

The‍⁠⁠ young noble’s pupils‍‍‍ trembled, his eyes‍‍​ wide, and his⁠‍⁠ face grew increasingly‌⁠ tense.

“See?‌ That’s the clearest‌⁠ proof of what⁠⁠ Aint is doing.”‌‌

“Such‍‌ bad taste.”

“Not⁠ bad taste, it’s‌‌‍ necessary. For Aint‌​ to rise, Schwaben⁠‍​ must fall back.‌⁠​ And they will​⁠⁠ never do so⁠‌ willingly.”

Those​⁠ who had stolen‍‍ Armian’s secret swordsmanship‍ and tried to‌ assassinate Aint would‌ never step aside​ of their own‌​​ accord.

So‍ they had to​​‌ be forced.

“The‍⁠‍ more they feel‍​‍ threatened, the more​ desperate they’ll become.⁠​⁠ And in desperation,‌ they’ll do anything.”‌​

That​ was the moment​ Fernan was waiting​⁠⁠ for.

“This​ time, we won’t‌ yield.”

No‌ one would be‍‍‌ able to stop‍​ Armian from defeating⁠ the demons and​​⁠ protecting the continent.⁠
Because Fernan would​​‌ make sure of​ it.

***⁠⁠

Fernan’s⁠ plan had worked​ perfectly.

None​‌ of the students​ could resist the⁠‍ combination of Aint⁠‌ Armian and the​ Saintbird, and they​‍ all crowded around‌⁠ him.

Abandoned‍ in an instant,​ Ludger stepped out‍ onto the balcony⁠ with a stiff‌‍ expression. Fernan followed​‍‌ him.

“Are‍⁠ you here to⁠‍ provoke me?”

“It’s‌​‍ hot. I just‍⁠ stepped out for‍⁠ some air.”

“Was⁠‌ this your doing?”​

“Do‌​⁠ you really think‍⁠‍ I could have‌ obtained the Saintbird?”⁠

Ludger​⁠⁠ shook his head.‌⁠‌

“I’m⁠ asking if you‍ were the one‌⁠‍ who planned for⁠⁠‌ Aint to reveal‍‌ the Saintbird here.”‍‌‌

“Is⁠ that a question?”‍‌

“No,‍⁠ it’s a confirmation.‌​ That was a perfect blow.”

Ludger​​ let out a bitter laugh. It‌‍‌ could be said​​ that such an‍ impact had snuffed‌‌‍ out his fighting⁠‍ spirit at once.‍‍‍

No⁠​⁠ matter how much‌ he thought, he​⁠⁠ couldn’t come up​​ with a way‍​‍ to overturn the⁠ situation at this⁠ ball.

“What‍​ the hell is‍⁠ going on? I don’t get it.⁠ Do you really‍​ think Armian can​‌‌ reclaim the imperial‍‍⁠ throne?”

“I’ve‍⁠⁠ said it before—I’m⁠‍ not on anyone’s‌​‌ side. I’m just​ a merchant.”

“Cut​​‌ the crap no‌ one believes that.”⁠

Ludger‌‍‍ growled. Their gazes‍⁠‌ clashed, and Fernan‌‌ didn’t look away.‌‍‍

“I⁠⁠ only invest in‍‍ the one I believe can best​ stop the demons.”​‍

“That’s‍ a bit much​ to call it​‌⁠ just an investment,⁠‍‌ isn’t it?”

“Do‌​ you think a merchant would sit​‍‌ idly by while​‍ someone destroys his​​​ product?”

In‍‍‍ that sense, I could invest in‌ you, too.

“What‌⁠ kind of nonsense‍‍⁠ is that?”

“Pellenberg’s⁠‌‌ doors are always‍‌​ open. If you⁠​ ever need support‌⁠​ or investment for​ something, I’ll provide⁠‌ it. Whatever it​‌​ is, as long⁠⁠​ as you guarantee​ a proper return.”‌‍

“What​⁠ the hell are‌ you talking about…?”​⁠‌

Fernan‌‍ placed a hand⁠‍ on his shoulder.​

“Whatever‍​ it is, I won’t ask questions​⁠⁠ or raise objections.‍ After all, we’re​‍​ friends.”

“What‌‍ the hell are​ you saying…!”

“Let⁠ me explain. It’s​ how you secure​‍‍ an investment client.”⁠⁠‍

With​​​ those words, Fernan‌ waved and calmly​‌ returned to the‍​​ hall. Ludger couldn’t⁠⁠⁠ follow.

“No⁠⁠ questions, no objections?‍​​ That we’re friends?”‌

That⁠​ was a phrase​ Ludger had used⁠‌​ several times with‌​‌ Fernan. But today,​ for some reason,​ it sounded strange,​‍ out of place.⁠⁠‌

“Is⁠⁠ he probing me?‌‌ Does he already‍​‌ suspect that Schwaben⁠‍ tried to kill​​​ Aint?”

Fernan‌‌ always mixed truths‍‌‍ with lies, and​⁠‌ lies with truths.‍​

If​ that was the⁠ case, this had​ to be a warning.

“He⁠​ doesn’t want his‍⁠ product, Aint, to‌​‍ go to waste…”‌⁠

Fernan‌⁠ had truly bet‍​ on Aint as​⁠ the real enemy​⁠‌ of the demons.​​ He was convinced‌⁠‍ he was the‍⁠ only one.

“…You’re⁠ wrong, Fernan.”

Aint,⁠​‍ Armian, were no‌ longer unique.

“You’re‌‍ investing in the⁠​ wrong side.”

And​ Ludger was curious⁠​‌ to see what​⁠⁠ kind of expression‌ Fernan would make⁠ when he realized‍ that.

Leaning‌ against the railing,‌​​ Ludger gazed through⁠‌ the window at⁠‍ Aint, who was‌ cheerfully chatting with⁠​ people while stroking⁠ the legendary four-winged‌​‍ Saintbird on his⁠ shoulder.

“Enjoy‌‍⁠ it while you‌​ can, Aint Armian.”‍

Because​‌ when the time‍ comes, you won’t‍‍ even have time⁠‌ for that.

***‍

In‍ a dense forest.‍​

A man who had​⁠ been swinging his⁠⁠ sword against the‍‍⁠ wind wiped away​‍ his sweat and​‍ unfolded the newspaper‌⁠‌ his assistant had⁠‌‌ brought.

【The‍ tragedy that struck‌‍‌ Bercheff—The wall still​ stands, but for‌⁠‌ how long?】

【If‍ not for Bercheff,‍ the North would⁠⁠⁠ have fallen a hundred times over…】‍⁠⁠

【The⁠ corrupted grow restless;‌ a continental response‍ is needed】

【The⁠ demons’ natural enemy‌‍‍ takes top spot​ at the Academy】‌‌

Crumple—​

The‍​ paper crumpled in‌ his rough hands.‌‌⁠

“Damn​‌‍ bastards.”

A growl of anger⁠ escaped his lips.⁠

“Some​​‌ remain outsiders even‍ after ten years,⁠ while others, after⁠​ a hundred years​ of isolation, are​ hailed as heroes.”‌​⁠

A cold laugh, full‍ of contempt, mocked⁠ the Empire.

“I‍‍‌ knew it…”

Joining‌‍ the Empire had‍​⁠ been a mistake‌ from the beginning.​⁠‌

He‌⁠ had always opposed‌⁠ it—why should a great elf mix​ with a human⁠‌⁠ empire?

“The⁠‌ Empire is rotten.”​‌‌

Fwoosh—​

A flame ignited and‍‍ reduced the remnants‌‌‌ of the newspaper‍⁠⁠ to ashes.

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