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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 153

Chapter 153

The​‌​ branch of the​ World Tree.

The‌ special root of​ Itarium left by‍‌‌ the First Emperor.‌​

Mithril.‍

Adamantite.‌

And​ the forest spirit.⁠‍‌

These​ five elements came⁠ together as one,​​ producing an almost​⁠​ miraculous result.

They‍ strengthened the bond‌ between golem and​‌⁠ spirit.

They‌ reinforced the golem’s‍‍‍ body even more.‍‌

They‍‌ expanded the golem’s⁠‍‌ heart.

And⁠‌ they even granted⁠​ him a new​⁠ power.

That⁠ was the result.​​⁠

The‌‍ roots and branches‌ spread, absorbing mana,‌​⁠ restoring the damaged​‌‌ body.

— Kyu!

Roots‍ and branches moved‍ as if they​⁠‌ were his own‍‌ limbs.

Under‍‍ Wooden’s will, the⁠​ tendrils wrapped around‍‍ Rahnas and the​​‌ other monsters.

Clang!‍​

Rahnas‍‍ swung his sword.‍​ The magical blades‍​ cut the branches.‌‌

But⁠⁠ more grew and‌‍ regenerated than he⁠ could cut.

“Go,‌ Wooden. You can​​​ use everything you’ve⁠​ got.”

— Kyuu!

In‌‍ an instant, the‍ branches immobilized the‌ monsters and covered‌ Rahnas.

Having⁠⁠‌ undergone a growth‍⁠ close to evolution,⁠⁠ Wooden let out‌ a jubilant roar​‍‍ at being able⁠‍ to use his‌ full strength for‍ the first time.‍⁠​

Wooden‍‍ gripped his sword​ and lunged forward.‌​‍

No,​ just as he‍⁠ was about to.‍​⁠

Craaaash—​‌

The⁠ sound of something​‍ breaking was heard.⁠​‍

“W-What?​ The barrier…? Was​⁠ Rahnas defeated? And‌ that quickly?”

The⁠ corrupt one’s face‌⁠​ turned pale. Half​‌‍ of the few⁠​ remaining pages in‌‍ his book were⁠⁠ consumed.

“Impossible…!”⁠

A desperate scream.

Immediately,‌‌ an extreme chill‍ fell, enough to⁠‍‌ freeze the entire‍⁠ cavern.

Thunk—‌

Something‌​ fell in front​​‌ of the corrupt‍ one. It was‍⁠​ ice. A head.​‌ The frozen head‍⁠ of Rahnas, turned​ to a statue.‍‍

“A​​⁠ ridiculous barrier. It​‌‍ took some effort,‍‍ but nothing impossible​​‌ to break.”

Tap.‍ The mage who​ had killed Rahnas⁠ descended.

“Professor!”​​​

“Fernan‍​ Pellenberg, it seems‌​ we have much‍ to talk about.”‌‍

Her‍ gaze wasn’t on‍⁠ the corrupt one‌ nor on Fernan,‍ but on Wooden,​ now standing still‌ in the middle.⁠⁠

“Damn⁠ it, how? What‌‌​ the hell are‌ you?!”

“Rather,‌ I’d like to‍‌ ask you. How⁠‌​ did you manage‍​‌ to fool my‌ senses and kidnap⁠‌ Fernan?”

Even‍‍‍ while fighting Rahnas,⁠⁠ Rosalia’s senses covered‍⁠ the entire underground⁠‍‌ cavern.

Moreover,‌‍ there were high-level⁠‌ knights and priests‌​‍ from the Dragon‍‌ God Cult.

That​​ he had managed‌⁠ to fool all‍‌ of them and‌⁠​ pull off a perfect abduction was​‌ incomprehensible to her.‌

“And⁠⁠⁠ you think I’d‍​​ tell you?”

The‌‌ corrupt one placed​ his palm on​‍ the few remaining​ pages of the‌ book.

“That‌​‌ book is a grimoire, professor! We‌‍⁠ have to take⁠‌‌ it from him!”⁠

“Grimoire?”⁠‍

“Don’t⁠ make me laugh!‍ Damn insects, how⁠‍ dare you lay‌​ your hands on⁠‍⁠ this!”

A blade of wind‌‌‍ flew toward Rosalia,​‌‌ but was stopped‍‌ by a transparent​​​ ice wall.

Crack—‍​

The​⁠ corrupt one’s hand⁠ froze. The book‌‍ flew from his​‌ fingers, but before​ it hit the​‌⁠ ground, Rosalia caught‌‌⁠ it.

“Let⁠ go! Damn human,​‍ how dare you‍ touch it!”

“Put‌​ a hundred people‌‍ in front of​‍ you and all​‍‌ a hundred would​⁠ say the same—you​ look filthier than⁠⁠​ I do.”

The‌‍​ cold that had‍⁠​ frozen his hands⁠ rose and sealed‍‌ his mouth.

Rosalia‍‌ opened the book.‌

“……”‍​​

There​‍⁠ was nothing written​​ inside. No matter‌⁠‍ how many pages‌ she turned, they​‌ were all blank.‍

“Fernan,​⁠​ is this really⁠‍ a grimoire? There’s​​ nothing in it.”‌‍

“What?‌‍ That can’t be…”‌

It⁠​‍ was the same‌‍‌ book the corrupt‍​‌ one had used‍‍ as a magical‌‌⁠ catalyst. The same⁠ one that had‍ glowed and released​ magical energy.

“You⁠ saw it yourself,‌⁠ professor, the moment​ you touched it,⁠​ the book glowed.”‌

“True.‌ And that’s why‍‍‌ it’s even stranger.”​‌‌

Why​ was it different​‌​ now?

Rosalia‌​‌ melted the ice‌⁠ covering the corrupt‍ one’s mouth.

“I​⁠‌ said let go,‍‌‍ damn—!”

“First.”⁠​‌

She​​​ cut him off.⁠​⁠

“Make‌‌‌ that filthy monster​ stop. Or I’ll‌ break the book.”​‍

“S-Stop,⁠‌​ Rahnas. I told⁠​​ you to stop!”‌​​

The​‌ axe that was⁠⁠‌ about to split‍‌⁠ Rosalia’s head halted.‌‌‍

“Interesting.”⁠​

And⁠⁠‌ she didn’t miss⁠‍​ that, the moment⁠⁠ he gave the‌⁠ command, the book‌‍‍ glowed again.

“A‍​ grimoire that shows⁠​ nothing, that feels‍‍⁠ like nothing, but​‍ undoubtedly holds immense‌ power.”

“Give⁠ it back now.‌ If you break‍ it, you’ll regret​‍‌ it.”

“In‍‍ what way?”

“If​‍ you damage it,‍ you’ll die. But​‌ if you give⁠‌⁠ it to me‍‌ now…”

“You’ll‍⁠ spare my life?⁠‌ What an honor,‍‌ I don’t know⁠‍ if I can‌⁠⁠ contain my excitement.”‍

Crash—⁠

Rosalia​‌​ broke the book.​‍

“Nooo…!”‍

The‍‌​ torn book released​⁠‍ a surge of​‍‌ magical energy.

But​⁠ since there were⁠ barely any pages​‍⁠ left, the eruption​ was intense but​⁠ not massive.

The‌‍‌ magic couldn’t surpass‍‌‌ the ice and⁠ was trapped and​ frozen.

“Do⁠‍‌ you know what‍ you’ve done?!”

The‌ corrupt one broke⁠ the ice immobilizing‍‌ him and threw⁠​ a punch. But—⁠⁠​

“I‍ broke a book.”‌‌​

Everything⁠‌ except his face‍ froze again. His​‌ fist stopped mere‌‍‌ centimeters from Rosalia’s⁠‍‍ nose.

“And​​‍ I just froze‍‍ an insolent corrupt‌ one.”

“Shut‌⁠‍ up!”

He⁠ opened his mouth,‌⁠⁠ exhaling concentrated magical‍ energy.

────!‌‌⁠

But‌‌ it was cut‌‌ by Rosalia’s staff‌⁠‌ and vanished.

The​⁠⁠ monsters, following their‌‌ master’s will, tried​ to attack Rosalia‍⁠ from behind. But‌⁠‍ Wooden was faster.​‍

His⁠ branches stopped them,​⁠ and his sword​⁠‌ decapitated several. Wooden​‌⁠ clashed with Rahnas‍ and rolled with‌ him across the⁠ ground.

No⁠​ one could touch‍ Rosalia.

“Damn‍‍ it! Even if‌ I die, I’ll⁠ drag you down‌‌ with me!”

The‌‌​ corrupt one’s body​​‌ began to swell.‌

Immediately,‌ walls of rock‌‍‌ surrounded him, reinforced​ with ice on‍ top.

However—‌⁠

────!‌

The‌ explosion was on‌ another level. Everything‌ was blown to‍‌ pieces, leaving behind‌ a massive crater.‌

All‍ the monsters were‍​ wiped out. Only​‍‌ Fernan, who had‌⁠⁠ stayed back from​⁠⁠ the start; Rosalia,​​⁠ who had layered‌​‍ barriers; and Wooden,⁠⁠⁠ whose nature made‍‌ him incredibly resilient,⁠‌ remained standing.

“Are​ you alright, professor?”⁠

“The‌ book burned. The⁠ moment the corrupt⁠‌ one exploded, it‌ vanished with him.”⁠⁠

What‍​⁠ kind of book‌‍ had it been?⁠

“I⁠ didn’t feel any⁠ magical effect from‍‌‌ it, yet it⁠​ contained enormous energy.”‍‌​

“It‌​ must have been​ an artifact created‌‌ by the corrupt.‌ And your body,‌‍ professor?”

“Thanks‍⁠⁠ to your quick‌​​ reaction, it was‌ easier.”

The​ rock wall had​‍ been raised by‌ Fernan, aware that⁠ corrupt ones resorted​⁠ to suicide.

“And⁠‍ you?”

“I’m⁠‌ fine, thanks to‍⁠​ you.”

Wooden​⁠‍ had borne the‌ brunt of the‌‍‌ battle. There were‍ dangerous moments, but⁠‌ no serious injuries.‌⁠

“And​⁠ what happened above?”‌‍‌

“I‌ don’t know. The⁠​​ moment I killed‍⁠‍ Rahnas, I came​‍​ straight to find⁠‍‌ you.”

She​​ brought a cigarette⁠‍ to her mouth.‍⁠ Fernan lit it‍⁠⁠ for her.

“How​‍​ did you arrive​‌‌ so quickly?”

“Did​⁠ you think I’d⁠‍ lose?”

“Of‍‍ course not. Though‌‌ I didn’t expect⁠ you to defeat‍‌ him so fast⁠​ either.”

Not⁠​ even someone like‍​​ Rosalia, known as‌‍‌ the next Archmage,‌ could underestimate Rahnas.​⁠ He wasn’t a simple enemy.

He‍‍‍ didn’t doubt her‌ victory, but hadn’t‌ expected her to​​​ be able to‍‌ help so soon.​

“It⁠​ was thanks to‌ you.”

“Me?”‍​

“More‌⁠ precisely, thanks to⁠‌ your gift. That‍⁠ box.”

There‌ was only one‍ box that Fernan⁠⁠​ had given Professor⁠‌ Rosalia—the one that‌​ had held the⁠‌‍ Saintbird’s egg for‍⁠‌ a thousand years.​‍

“Don’t​⁠‌ tell me…”

“The⁠​ magic circles engraved‍‌ on it surpassed‍‍​ anything I had​ imagined. I spent‌⁠ entire nights researching‍‍‍ them and came​‍ to a small‍‍ discovery.”

The‌⁠​ fact that they​ were of the​‍‌ ice type made‍⁠ the finding all‌‌‌ the more meaningful.⁠

“Congratulations.”‌

“I​ owe being able​​‍ to save you‍ to it, so‌ even though maybe⁠ you didn’t need‍⁠ it…”

Suddenly,‍ her gaze stopped⁠ on Wooden, who‍⁠ was watching them⁠​​ motionless.

“Maybe‌‍ you weren’t in⁠ danger after all.‍‍ What the hell⁠ is that?”

— Kyuu!

The​⁠ answer didn’t come‍ from Fernan, but‍ from Wooden’s own​‍⁠ mouth.

***‍⁠​

The⁠‍ heart. He didn’t⁠‍ like it.

Wooden‍‍ was upset.

For‍​ the first time,‍​ Fernan had lifted‌⁠ the restrictions. Freedom‌ to go all⁠ out.

Finally,​ a chance to​ use the swordsmanship​ he had learned.​⁠ And yes, he‌ had used it,​⁠​ in part.

But⁠ just when he⁠‌‍ was about to‌ reach the climax,​ an obstacle appeared.​​⁠

Someone‌ who froze his‌ opponent and brought​​ the situation to​⁠ an end.

“…What‍ the hell is‍​‍ that?”

He​​ didn’t like it.​‌

That’s‌​​ why, when he‌​‌ was pointed out,​​​ he responded immediately.⁠​⁠ He had to⁠⁠ show off his‌ greatness to feel‌ better.

— Kyuu Kyuu!

Golem!‍​‌ Greatness!

But‌​ the other person‍​‌ didn’t understand his​‌⁠ words. It was‍ Fernan who explained.⁠‍⁠

“…So⁠⁠‍ it’s a golem⁠‍⁠ that moves on​ its own. How⁠ the hell was​⁠‌ it made to⁠ fight on equal‌ footing with a Rahnas?”

— Kyuuu! Kyu!

Adamantite!‌⁠⁠ Mithril! Supreme metals!‌​

Wooden​​⁠ spoke of the‌‌‌ minerals his master⁠‌‍ always mentioned.

— Kyuu!

Not​‌ equal! But superior!⁠‌​

And‍‌‌ he declared his‌‌‍ combat power. It‌​ wasn’t a lie—he‍​ had held the‌ advantage almost the⁠ entire time.

“…Was‍‌ that just a show of will?⁠‌‍ Can a golem‌⁠ do that? Wasn’t‍⁠⁠ it an autogolem?”​⁠‌

— Kyuu, Kyuu!

Barely!⁠‌⁠ Comparison! Insult!

Wooden‌ had also heard‍‍⁠ of autogolems—simple puppets‍⁠ that only moved‌ according to orders.‌ Comparing him to‌⁠​ them was an‌ offense.

“You‍ know about autogolems?”⁠

“I​‌ know about Professor‍⁠​ Harcon’s research. Since‌ you met with​⁠‍ him and talked‌ about investment, I thought it was​​‍ that, naturally…”

— Kyu, Kyu!

Wooden!⁠‍ Ego Golem! Incomparable!​​

Wooden‍ pounded his chest​​ with pride. Seeing​‍​ the surprised face⁠​‍ of his interlocutor​ eased his anger⁠ a little.

“…A​ spirit. And no​ less than a forest spirit. A spirit that enters‌‌‌ a golem of​ its own will?‌​‌ I don’t know‍ if I’m seeing‍‍ this right.”

— Kyuu kyu! Kuing!‍⁠

Good‌​ body! Temporary sacrifice!​‍

Today‌ it was clearer⁠‍‌ than ever—Fernan hadn’t‌⁠‌ lied.

Wooden‍⁠ was content knowing‍⁠ that, in two⁠ hundred years, that‍⁠ body would be‌⁠​ his.

He‍​​ shrank and returned‍​ to his normal⁠‍⁠ form.

“…He⁠​ shrank?”

Rosalia’s⁠‍ eyes opened wide‍⁠ again. Seeing her​ even drop what‍​‍ she had in‍‌ her mouth struck‍‌‌ Wooden as ridiculously​⁠ funny.

— Kyuu? Kyuu!

Surprised?‌​ Just by this?‍

Ridiculous.⁠​ What he’d shown‍​ was only a fraction of what⁠ this body could​⁠ do.

He⁠​ imagined with delight‌‍ how her eyes‍⁠​ would pop out‌⁠ if he showed⁠‌⁠ her everything.

Ahem.​​⁠ With superiority puffing​ his chest, his‌‍‍ anger had vanished.‌‍‍

“Isn’t‌‍‌ that the pendant‌ you started wearing‌ one day?”

“That’s​‌ right.”

“And​‍ I didn’t even‌‍⁠ notice—having something like​⁠ that in front​‌​ of me. I still have a long way to‍ go.”

Rosalia‌ laughed bitterly.

“Mithril⁠ and adamantite… Only‍​‌ a Pellenberg could‌​ splurge like that.⁠‍ With that money,‌ you should’ve invested‌​ more in my​ research.”

“I’ve‍​ already invested quite‌⁠ a bit, don’t​⁠‌ you think?”

“Magical​‌⁠ research is never‌ enough. That’s why‌ even the Dragon‍‍ God Cult…”

The​‌ conversation continued, and⁠‌ Wooden, exhausted, hung⁠‍⁠ back onto the⁠‌ necklace.

— Kyuu…

Sleepy.​‌⁠

After​⁠‍ rebuilding his destroyed‌ body, his core‍‍‌ barely had any​⁠ mana left. Sleep⁠ overcame him.

“…Aren’t​‍‌ you going to‌ present it? A golem like that‌‌‍ would turn the‍​​ entire magical world‌‌⁠ upside down.”

— Kyuu…

Still,​‍ he was satisfied⁠​ that at least‍ she recognized the⁠‌⁠ value of his​​​ body—as any good‌ mage should.

With‌‌ that sense of⁠‍ appreciation, Wooden closed‍ his eyes and⁠ fell into a deep sleep.

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