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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 149

Chapter 149

After​‌​ the Masked Club⁠⁠⁠ ball, the Academy⁠​⁠ was in an⁠ uproar.

“Did‍‍ you hear the⁠⁠‌ news? They say​⁠ a Saintbird appeared.”‍‌​

“I⁠ heard Aint Armian‍ is raising it.”‌‍‌

“What?‌ Where did he​‌‍ get a Saintbird?‍ And is that⁠⁠ even something you​⁠​ can tame?”

“From‌‍‌ what I know,​ it’s something Armian⁠⁠ used to raise‌ generation after generation.‌ There are records‍‌⁠ saying the First‍⁠​ Emperor rode the‍⁠​ Saintbird to behead‍⁠ demons.”

Aint⁠ had merely had‌ it perched on​‌‍ his shoulder while‌​ enjoying the ball,‍‍ but to those‍‍‍ watching, that couldn’t⁠‍‍ be seen as⁠ a simple eccentricity‌ of wearing a bird on his​​ shoulder.

“Could​ it be that​‌⁠ Armian is finally⁠‌​ breaking its silence?”⁠

“If‍⁠‍ not, then why​​‍ reveal the Saintbird‌​⁠ they’d kept hidden?”⁠

“The‍‍​ timing is perfect.‌ Aint Armian caught​‍‍ the corrupted who‍⁠ ruined the Continental​‌ Academic Congress, and‌​ a demon descended​⁠⁠ in Bercheff. And‍​​ now he’s showing⁠​‌ the Saintbird? That’s‍⁠‌ totally intentional.”

No​⁠ one thought this‌‍‍ was a personal​ decision by Aint.‌‍

They​⁠ saw it as⁠‍⁠ a calculated move⁠ by House Armian.‍

As⁠​‍ if the appearance⁠‍​ of demons signaled⁠⁠​ the awakening of⁠‌ a hero.

Everyone‍‍‌ believed that, at‌​​ last, Armian was‍ returning to the​​⁠ main stage.

It‌‌‍ was exactly what‍⁠‍ Fernan had planned.‍

The​⁠ rumor of Aint⁠‌‍ Armian and the‌⁠​ Saintbird spread not‍ only through the⁠‌ Academy but across​‌ the entire continent,‍‍ drawing a wave‌ of inquiries and​‍ visitors to the‍ island.

Of‍‍⁠ course, not all​⁠ reactions were positive.⁠

“Sorry,​⁠⁠ all this is⁠⁠‌ my fault…”

“No,‌ you don’t need‍‍⁠ to apologize.”

Although,⁠‍ in truth, it‌⁠ was. The headmaster‍ corrected his words.​⁠​

“You‍ know what’s happening?​‍ The entire continent’s​ attention is focused‌‍‌ on the Academy.‌⁠​ Letters arrive nonstop​‌​ every day, and⁠‌ many even come​ in person.”

That’s‌‍ why the headmaster​ decided to temporarily‍‍ close the Academy‍‍‌ to outsiders—the island‍ was on the​​‍ verge of overflowing.‍

“I⁠​‌ figured as much.”​⁠​

“So,‌⁠‍ where did the​​ Saintbird come from?​​ No, forget the‌‍ question. I’m sure‍ it was something​⁠ Armian had been‍⁠ hiding.”

The‌ headmaster sighed. Aint,‍‍ who didn’t see⁠‌‍ the need to⁠ explain how he‍​ had obtained it,‍ let him assume‍‌‍ what he wanted.⁠⁠‍

“To‍​ be honest, showing‍‌ the Saintbird is‌‍ your right, I won’t blame you.‍‌‍ But what will‍‌‌ you do about⁠ Schwaben? You know⁠ this is practically⁠ a declaration of‌⁠⁠ war, don’t you?”‌

“Yes.‍‌⁠ I’m aware of​ that.”

As‍ strange as it⁠ seemed, Schwaben remained​‌‌ silent, but Aint‍ knew they wouldn’t​‌‍ stay that way‌​ for long.

Demons,⁠ Armian, and now‍‌​ the Saintbird.

Public​‌ opinion across the‍‌⁠ continent was heating​‍ up, favoring Armian‍ and weakening Schwaben.​‍‍

“From‍ what I see,⁠‍‌ Fernan has convinced⁠‌‌ you quite well.”‍

“Pardon?”‌‌‍

“Don’t‌‌ act so surprised.⁠ Most people at‌​ the Academy know‌‌‌ that Fernan is‌‍‌ the one holding‌⁠ up the ground⁠‌ beneath your feet.”‌‌

They​​ had shared too​ much for it‍​‍ to remain hidden.‍⁠‍

Aint⁠⁠ knew this, but​⁠⁠ hadn’t expected the‌ headmaster to state‌‌ it so openly,‍⁠‌ and was slightly​‌​ taken aback.

“To​ be honest, I don’t care in‌‍ the slightest. Whether​ you ally with⁠​ Pellenberg or whether‌ Armian and Schwaben​‍ fight over the‌​ throne means nothing‍ to me.”

The‍​ headmaster had no‍ ambition for power.⁠​ Even though the⁠‍​ position of Academy‌ Rector was significant,‌⁠ he didn’t care‍⁠​ about that.

“You‌⁠ can conspire with‌ Fernan if you​⁠ want, but keep‌⁠⁠ one thing very​‌ clear.”

Inside‍ the Academy—

“If⁠‍⁠ that causes trouble,⁠‌ it won’t be‍‍​ to your benefit.”‍⁠

Whether⁠‍‌ it was Armian‍ or Schwaben.

“This‍‌⁠ is the Academy—a​ place for students‌ to learn. Don’t‍​‌ forget what this‌‍⁠ place means.”

“I’ll‍ keep it in⁠​ mind.”

Faced‍​⁠ with his cold⁠‍ gaze, Aint nodded⁠‌ without realizing it.⁠‍‌

— It’s been a thousand years, but​‌ an Archmage is‌‍​ still an Archmage.‍⁠

— I thought peace​⁠ might have weakened‌​ them compared to‍‌‌ a thousand years​ ago, but I was wrong.

“I‌‌‍ have no intention‌⁠‌ of causing trouble‍​‍ in the Academy⁠ either. I just‌⁠ want to study‍⁠​ here in peace.”‌‍⁠

“Good.‌‌ I’m glad we⁠⁠‌ agree on that.”‍​‍

The​‌ headmaster smiled and⁠ took a sip​ of tea.

“Now​‍‍ let’s get to⁠‍ the main matter.”‌‍‌

“Wasn’t‌ that the main⁠ topic already?”

“What​⁠ I said before⁠ was just a warning—not to cause‍​ trouble in my‌⁠ territory. If that‌‌ had been the‌‌ main topic, I would’ve summoned Fernan,‌‍​ not you.”

The‍‌‍ serious part began‍⁠ now.

“As‍ you know, after‌⁠ the appearance of⁠⁠ Andromalius, I turned‌⁠ the Academy upside​‌ down. I caught‌​ exactly thirteen corrupted.”‌⁠

“Yes.”⁠​​

“But‌ shortly afterward, another​⁠‌ appeared. And with⁠ a serious problem‍‌ to boot.”

He​ was referring to​‍ Aaron, who had⁠ hidden in Professor‍‍‍ Rosalia’s lab, having⁠‍​ planted nothing less‍⁠ than a demon​ seed in her​ research.

If​ Fernan hadn’t discovered‌‌ it in time,​‍⁠ it was terrifying‌ to imagine what‍⁠​ might’ve happened.

— Most likely, a demon would have‍⁠ descended during the‌ Continental Academic Congress.⁠‌

— And then countless‌ attendees would have⁠ died.

— And someone would’ve‍​ had to take‍ responsibility.

It⁠⁠ would’ve been a disaster. Stopping it⁠‌‌ in time had⁠‌ been a stroke‌ of luck.

“And‌ now, another has​‌ appeared.”

“You‍‍⁠ mean Abel.”

“Exactly.”⁠

The⁠‌‌ headmaster’s brow furrowed.‍‍⁠

“It‌‌ was absurd. In‌‍‍ Aaron’s case, I thought that after‌ a thorough purge,⁠‍ there was nothing⁠‌‍ left, and I let my guard‍ down. But Abel’s‌‍⁠ case is different,‌​‌ don’t you think?”‌

After‍​ Aaron, the headmaster​⁠ had secretly investigated⁠‍ the Academy again,⁠‍ looking for corrupted.​⁠

He​ found none, so​​⁠ he thought they⁠ were clean. And⁠ just then, another​ incident exploded.

“It​‌ wasn’t someone already⁠⁠ inside the Academy—it⁠‍ was a new‍⁠ student.”

“Then‌⁠​ we should’ve blocked⁠ their admission.”

“If‍ they managed to‍ infiltrate even without‍ my intervention… shouldn’t⁠‌ we question the‌​‌ Academy’s own capabilities?”​

It‍‌ wasn’t clear if‌‌ the corrupted were‌​ too clever, or‍⁠ if the Academy‌ was simply incompetent.⁠⁠⁠

The‍ headmaster, however, leaned⁠⁠ toward the latter.‌⁠

After⁠​ all, the breach⁠⁠ existed—and that was⁠⁠ shameful.

“That’s​‌ why I want‌⁠⁠ to ask you‍‍ something.”

“What​‍ is it?”

“No⁠ matter how capable‍‌ I am, it‍ seems I can’t​​​ match you in‌‍⁠ detecting corrupted or‌⁠‌ demons.”

The‌ headmaster admitted his​ limits.

“So​‍ help me. Let’s‌⁠ make this Academy‌ a place pure‍‍​ of corruption.”

He‍​‍ asked for his​⁠​ cooperation.

“Of‍​⁠ course, I’ll reward‌​⁠ you properly. I’m​⁠​ an old man,⁠​ but I’ve accumulated‌‍‍ enough wealth over⁠​ the years.”

“That‌​‍ means…”

“These‍⁠ are things I won’t need once​⁠ I’m gone. But​‌‍ if you’re planning​ to rebuild Armian,​​ they could be⁠⁠ very useful to⁠⁠ you, don’t you‍​⁠ think?”

The⁠‌ headmaster let out‌‍ a calm chuckle.⁠

If‍‍ Fernan had heard‌ it, he might’ve‍​⁠ gotten quite the‌ scare.

***‍‌​

Meanwhile,‌ Fernan was alone​‍⁠ with Professor Rosalia‍⁠‍ in her office.⁠‌

“You’ve​ been coming a lot lately.”

“That’s‌⁠ because I bring‌⁠‍ news. Something you’ll‌‌⁠ find interesting, Professor.”‍​⁠

Fernan‍ pulled out a letter.

“It⁠ arrived this morning⁠‍ from my father.”‌

“From‌ Duke Yvon?”

“…”‌

Rosalia’s‍ eyes sparkled as⁠‌‍ she read the⁠​​ contents. Fernan was​​ right—that letter contained​ something that intrigued‍ her.

“They’re​‍​ going to hold​‌‌ the ruined Continental‌⁠⁠ Academic Congress again?”​‌

“The​ location will be​ the same, Valerich,‍​‍ and the date​ is in two‌‌‍ weeks…”

The‌⁠ continent was still⁠ in chaos after​‌ the corrupted uprisings‍‍​ and the descent​ of demons.

Even‍‍ so, Vienderk wanting​‌‌ to resume the‍​ congress so soon‍⁠ was to show⁠⁠​ that they still‌‍ stood tall.

They⁠​ wanted to erase⁠ the stain of⁠⁠ the previous failure​ and restore their‍ pride by holding​⁠ it without incident.‍⁠

“If​ what the letter​‍ says is true,​‌ the seven electors​‌ of the Empire⁠​⁠ have given their‌⁠‍ approval. The Congress‍‌​ will happen no⁠‍‌ matter what.”

But​ for most electors—except​​‌ Vienderk or Pellenberg—the‌⁠‌ real goal wasn’t⁠‌​ the congress itself.⁠​‌

It‍​‍ was just a pretext, a starting​‍ point.

“All‍​ the electors or‍⁠ their delegates will‍⁠ attend. There, for​ the first time‌‌ officially, they’ll talk​​‍ about the demons.”‍

Alongside​‍⁠ the imperial electors,‌⁠​ the powerful figures⁠‌‍ of each nation⁠⁠‌ were also invited.​‍​

Thus,‌ the Congress would‍ become the first‍ forum where the‌ relationship between humanity‍ and demons would‌​ be discussed.

If‌‍ the talks failed,‌⁠ it would be‌⁠ a disaster. But​​ if successful, a Continental Union could​ be born.

“And‌⁠​ if your research​⁠‌ is presented at‍⁠‍ that historic moment,⁠‍ Professor, it will‌‌ be recorded in‍⁠ history.”

“Won’t‌ it get lost​‌‌ among everything else?”⁠​‍

“My‍‌‍ role is to⁠‍‍ make sure it‌‌ doesn’t go unnoticed.”​

“In‌​​ any case, it⁠‍⁠ benefits me to⁠​‍ publish it as​ soon as possible.⁠‍‌ If you say​⁠ so…”

At⁠‍ that moment, Rosalia’s‌⁠ voice faded.

Nothing​‍ special had happened.‌

It​‍⁠ was simply that,‌‍ as always, the⁠ vision of the‍​‌ prophecy came with‍‌ a sharp headache.‍

Fernan,​‍ enduring the pain,​ kept a composed​‌ expression as he​ pretended to listen.‌​⁠

The‍ book of prophecy⁠‌‍ opened.

[“They⁠ say a meeting​ of electors will‌⁠‌ be held in⁠ Vienderk.”

Aint‌​‍ closed the newspaper.​

— After Seir descended⁠ during the Congress,​​‌ Vienderk should have⁠ been left in‌​​ ruins, even if⁠ they survived.

— They’ll try to​​⁠ make up for⁠ their mistake somehow,⁠ and that meeting​ of electors is​​ their plan.

In⁠ a place stained‍ by blood and‌⁠‌ disgrace, they’ll take⁠​‍ the first step⁠​ toward human unity.⁠⁠​ That’s what Vienderk⁠ seeks.]

‘A⁠ meeting of electors?’‍‌

It‍‍⁠ wasn’t very different​ from the future‍​ he knew.

The​‍ only difference was⁠​‌ whether Seir had​‍⁠ been summoned or⁠⁠⁠ not—and the scale‌ of the damage.‍‍

In⁠ the original future,‍⁠⁠ with such devastation,‍ no one would​‍​ have dared mention​ a “Congress,” but​‍‍ now the course‍​​ had changed.

[“All​ attention is focused​ on Valerich.”

To‍‍‍ the report from‍⁠ the shadow, the‍‌⁠ man nodded.

“With‌ Seir’s descent, everyone​ already feels the​ imminence of war​⁠‍ against us.”

Just‌ like a thousand‌‍‌ years ago, humanity‌‍‍ will inevitably form‍ a union.

The​ most we can⁠​ do is delay‌ it a bit,‌⁠ but stopping it‍​⁠ is impossible.

That’s​‌‍ why the corrupted​​⁠ and demons chose‌ a different path.​​

“Even‍‌ if this increases​‌‍ their sense of‍‍‍ crisis, it doesn’t​​ matter.”

“In​​⁠ return, we’ll erase⁠ Bercheff.”]

That⁠⁠​ unknown presence appeared​ again. Their plans​‌‍ were disasters that,‌ if fulfilled, had⁠‌​ to be stopped​ at all costs.​

[“T-The​⁠⁠ magical beasts…!”

“It’s‍​ a demon! A demon has descended!”‍​

“Hold​‌ the line! If​ we falter, we‍‌ all die. Buy‍‌⁠ time so your‌‍‌ families can escape!”‍‌‌

Tens‍​‌ of thousands of‍‍ magical beasts.

“Keuhuhuhu,‍ how long it’s⁠⁠⁠ been since I breathed the air‌‍ of the mid-world.”‌​

“Don’t‍‍ get cocky, Decarabia.”‌

“Mind‌ your own business.”⁠⁠​

And​‍​ two demons.

The‌‌ legion they brought‌⁠ mercilessly ravaged Bercheff.]‍⁠⁠

The‌⁠ vision showed a destroyed Bercheff.

[“Father!”‌⁠

“Run,‍ Luina. Take care‌‌​ of our people.‌ From now on,⁠​​ you’re the head‌​‍ of Bercheff.”

“Father,‍ come with me…!”‌​

“There⁠‌ are two demons.​‌⁠ Someone has to‍⁠​ stay behind to⁠ stop them, or‍​​ the people won’t‌ be able to‌​​ escape. And in​‍ Bercheff, aside from⁠ me, there’s no‍⁠ one strong enough.”​‍

Knights‍ of the count!​​ Soldiers!

“Give⁠​‍ me your lives!⁠ Die for Bercheff!‍​⁠ But you won’t⁠​‌ be alone. I’ll⁠ fight with you‌​‍ until the very‍​​ end.”

“With⁠​‌ pleasure!”

“Long‌‍ live the border‌‍ count!”

“Long‌‍​ live Bercheff!”

The‌ border count charged⁠​ with five thousand⁠‌​ men against the​ hordes.

They⁠ knew they were​⁠​ going to die,‍​ but no one​ retreated.

“Father…!”​

“My⁠ lady, we must‍ go. If we‍‍​ don’t, they’ll have‍‍ died in vain.⁠‍‌ We must reach‍⁠‍ Ashdov County.”

Aint​‍ cleared the way‌⁠⁠ with his holy⁠ light.]

The‌ count, leaving only⁠ a small escort‌ with Luina, led‌‍​ the final legion‍⁠‍ against the demons.‌

Thanks⁠ to his sacrifice,‍⁠ the refugees made​ it to Ashdov​‌ County.

‘In⁠ the original story,⁠⁠‍ did Fernan also‌‍ ally with Aint?’​

Ashdov‌‍‍ was a Pellenberg⁠​‍ territory, full of‍‍ merchant and warships‍‌ from the Golden‌​⁠ Turtle Company.

‘Did‌​ they expel me​ from the family,‍‌​ and to prove‍⁠‍ their innocence, they​ cooperated with Aint?‌ Well, it was⁠‍ the safest move.’‌​

[“…What‍‍ was the Empire‍‌ doing? We protected‌⁠ it for a thousand years! And⁠​‌ when we were‍⁠‍ in danger, where‍‌‍ were they?”

While‌ tens of thousands‍‍​ of beasts and‌‍‌ demons devastated Bercheff,​‌‍ the Empire didn’t‍ lift a finger.‌‍​

On‍​ the ship bound​ for the Pandrein⁠‍ continent, Luina fell⁠​ unconscious and awoke‌ again and again.‌‌​

One‍⁠⁠ day before arriving,⁠‌‍ under the full‌‌ moon’s light, she‍‌ stepped out on‍ deck.

“Senior…”‌⁠

Her​ face was pale​ and haggard, but‍‌ her eyes were‍​ darker than ever.‍

“Aint.​ You’ll fight the⁠​ demons to the‌‍⁠ very end, right?”‌‍‌

“Of​‍ course. Demons are⁠‍ invaders who cannot​⁠ coexist with humanity.‍ I’ll exterminate them​ all to the‍ last.”

“…Then‍⁠‌ I’ll be your​ sword.”

She‌ murmured calmly.

“I’ll‍​ cut down all‍‌ your enemies.”

Though‍‍ quiet, Aint felt⁠​ a chill.

“So⁠ kill them all.”‍‍‌

She⁠​ unsheathed her sword.⁠

“Behead⁠‍ them to the⁠‍ last. And at⁠ that final moment…”​

She‍⁠‌ offered the sword.​⁠

“I’ll‍⁠‌ be at your‍‍ side.”

From‍⁠​ Luina’s eyes, tears⁠ of blood flowed.]‍

There​‌ were more prophecies—electors‍ rushing the union⁠‍ in the face‌ of the demon‍​ threat, aid destined​ for ruined Bercheff,‌‌‌ and so on.‌ But Fernan paid⁠‍‍ them little attention.​‌​

‘In‍​ the original story,​‍‍ did Luina end⁠‌ up like that…?’​​‍

The⁠ image of Luina‍ Bercheff swearing vengeance‍ with tears of​‌​ blood chilled him.‌‌​

But‍‍‍ he brushed it​ off right away.‍ After all, those‌ were things that⁠ would no longer‍​‍ happen.

In⁠‍ fact, that thought⁠ reassured him.

“What⁠ is it?”

“Nothing.‍​‌ I just think‍ I definitely should‍ attend the Congress.”‌

Fernan‌⁠ shook his head⁠ at Rosalia’s words,​‌‍ though he couldn’t⁠​ stop the slight‍​ curve of his‍ lips.

“You’re‍‍‍ hiding something.”

“No,⁠ I was just‍ imagining how much​‌ money your research’s‍ publication will generate.”​‌

“…Didn’t‍​ sound like that.”‍

“It‍‍​ is.”

‘They’ll‌‍ try to destroy​‍ Bercheff while everyone’s‍‌​ at the Electors’​⁠ Congress?’

Let‍‍ them try, if‌⁠ they can.

‘With⁠ Kimaris and Decarabia⁠​​ dead, what do​ they have left?’‍‍‍

Since‍⁠ he started having⁠ visions, he had‌‍ never felt so​⁠ at peace.

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