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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 155

Chapter 155

After​‍​ that major assault,‌ nothing out of​ the ordinary happened‍ again.

The⁠‍‍ delegation arrived safely‍‍⁠ in Valerich, and‌‌ the magical stone⁠ combination artifact was​‌ handed over to‌⁠‍ the organizing committee⁠‌ of the Vienderk​⁠ academic conference.

“We‌‌‌ would never allow​ the young lady’s‍‌ research to be⁠‌⁠ stolen.”

Security​⁠ for magical projects⁠⁠​ was usually strict,‌​‌ but after the⁠‍ previous chaos, this‌ time the vigilance‍⁠‍ was airtight.

Moreover,‍​⁠ since it was⁠‍ Rosalia’s work, it‍‌ had the added⁠‌ advantage of family‌​⁠ ties.

“Then⁠‌ I’ll stop by‍​​ the Golden Turtle​‌‌ Branch and catch‌⁠ up with you⁠‍ shortly.”

“All‍‌ right.”

Parting‌‌ ways with Rosalia,⁠⁠ Fernan headed to‌⁠⁠ the Valerich branch⁠ of the Golden‍⁠ Turtle Company. He‌⁠ had heard that⁠⁠ a letter had​ arrived from the​‍ Academy.

“Welcome,‍‍⁠ young master.”

“Where’s‍ the letter?”

“Here‌⁠ it is.”

The⁠‍‌ branch manager handed‌ him the letter.‌ It was addressed​ to Aint.

[I’ve‍⁠ received the director’s​‌ proposal to capture‍‌ the corrupt within‍‌ the Academy.

During‌ your absence, another‍ corrupt individual managed‍ to infiltrate the⁠‍ Academy…]

It‍​​ didn’t seem like​ much on the⁠ surface.

But‍‌ it summarized that,​ after the summoning​​⁠ of Andromalius, the‍‌​ Aaron incident, and‍⁠ now Abel Kalens,⁠⁠ the Academy’s situation‍⁠‍ had become problematic⁠⁠‌ again.

The⁠ director, furious, had​ acknowledged his own​ shortcomings and asked​‌⁠ Aint for help.‍

Aint‍​​ accepted, and during‌‍‍ that time, detected⁠‌⁠ yet another corrupt.​⁠‌

This‍​‍ corrupt, like the​ others, also left⁠‌ no corpse behind.‌

The⁠‍ pattern was repeating,⁠‍ and the difference‌ from before was​​‌ clear. They had⁠ to stay alert⁠ and find the​‍ cause as soon‍⁠ as possible.

However,‌⁠ what hit Fernan​‌ hardest was another​ part.

[And‍‌ regarding this, the⁠‍ director has promised‍ compensation…]

The⁠​​ director and Aint‍⁠⁠ Armian working together.‌

And‌ with that, the​‍‍ director promising him‌⁠ money and rewards.⁠‍

“What‍⁠ kind of shameless‍‍ person…?”

Fernan​‌ let out an‌ incredulous laugh.

He‍‌‌ had already spent⁠​ more than a year investing time,‌ resources, and efforts‍ into Aint Armian—medicines,‍​​ equipment, all kinds‌ of support.

And‍ now another wanted‍‌⁠ to stick a straw into what‌​‍ he had been‌ feeding.

It​⁠​ wasn’t the same⁠ kind of investment,⁠‍⁠ but the result​ would be the‌‍ same—diminishing his influence​⁠ over Aint.

Even‍ if it was​​ the director, this​⁠‍ crossed all lines.⁠

“…What’s‌⁠ wrong, young master?”​‍

“Read​​ this.”

Hyde⁠‍⁠ read the letter,‍‌ and his expression‍‍‍ hardened.

“This‌​​ could hinder your​⁠ plans.”

“Not​‍⁠ just hinder them,⁠‍ it’s a huge‍‍ obstacle. The biggest‌​ so far.”

It⁠‍⁠ was something that​‌​ needed immediate attention.​‍

“But‍⁠⁠ if the director‌​ and Aint have⁠⁠ already come to⁠⁠​ an agreement, you‌‌ won’t have room⁠ to intervene. Forcing‌​ him to accept⁠ money from you‍​ would only earn‍⁠‍ his resentment.”

“The‌‍‌ director’s compensation isn’t⁠​‌ the real problem.”⁠⁠

The‌ director, unlike the⁠​ Cult of the⁠​ Dragon God, wasn’t​⁠ driven by money⁠ or fame. He⁠ might have wealth‍‍‌ due to his‌‌⁠ long life, but‍ not enough to‍ rebuild Armian.

That‍‍ money, though valuable,‍⁠⁠ wasn’t enough.

“That​ amount I could‌⁠ yield without issue.⁠⁠ It would hurt,​‌‍ yes, but it’s‌⁠‍ better than provoking‍ Aint’s animosity.”

What‍​‌ mattered was the​⁠‍ lesson.

“This‌⁠ move by the‌⁠‍ director is a warning. There will‍⁠ be many more⁠ like him trying⁠‍ to move in.”​​

What⁠ was sweet for⁠⁠‌ him would be‌​ sweet for others‌‍​ too.

Though⁠‌​ most would hesitate⁠‌ out of respect​​ for Fernan or⁠⁠‌ House Pellenberg, there​​⁠ would always be‌‌ those who ignored‌‌ that “territorial mark.”⁠

“There’s‌ no choice. Before⁠ others appear, I must secure the⁠​ loan contract with⁠ Aint.”

That⁠‌ was the only‍‍ sure way.

“And​ who knows—maybe the‍⁠ First Emperor left​ behind another immense‍​ treasure. If Aint​​‍ found it, that‌⁠‌ would be a problem too.”

“Are‌‌⁠ you saying you’d‌ want to intercept⁠ it yourself, young​⁠‌ master?”

“And⁠‌ if I did,​⁠⁠ all the better.”⁠

Fernan‍​‍ smiled at the​​ thought of another​ shining mountain of‌‍‍ gold.

“I⁠‌‌ must return to​‌ the Academy.”

“And​‍‍ the academic conference?‌ You won’t attend?”​‌​

“I⁠⁠ won’t.”

His​​ original plan was​‌ to help Rosalia‍‍ with the presentation​​ and stay until⁠⁠​ the end, but‌ this changed things.‍‍​

“She’s​ a perfectionist. She⁠​ can handle it​ alone. Besides, it’s‌ enough to order‍‌ the Golden Turtle​‍ Company to give​⁠‌ her all the​ support she needs.”​​‍

“And​‌‍ what about the‌⁠⁠ Council of Elector‍‌⁠ Princes? You said‌​‍ you’d attend as⁠‌‌ an observer.”

“That​ council won’t resolve​​ anything immediately.”

Forming‍‌⁠ an alliance would‍​ never be simple—even‍​ the Empire’s nobles‌‌ argue endlessly; how‌⁠⁠ could different kingdoms‍ reconcile their interests‍ in a single​‌​ meeting?

Still,⁠ the fact that‍‌⁠ the discussion was‍​ opening was already‍​ progress.

“Participating‌‌‍ would be useful,​⁠ of course, but‌‌ sooner or later‍‌⁠ I’ll have to​​‌ anyway—as heir of⁠​⁠ the Pellenbergs. It‍⁠ doesn’t matter if​​ it’s not now.”​‌​

“First,⁠‌ let’s go to‌ the professor’s hotel.”​‍

He‍ couldn’t leave without‌ saying goodbye.

Fernan⁠​ stood up abruptly.‌‌

***‍

“How⁠ shameless.”

Click.‍​​

Rosalia​‍ lit a cigarette.⁠⁠

“Fernan‌ Pellenberg. I think​ you’re mistaken. You‍‍‍ came with me‍ on an official‍ learning trip. You‌ can’t leave just⁠⁠‌ because you feel‍‌ like it.”

“I⁠‌ know.”

“No,​⁠​ you don’t. Until‍ now, I’ve tolerated​‌ a lot because​ you’re my investor.”‍

Her​‍‌ voice was cold,⁠‍​ her gaze even‍ colder.

“But⁠‍​ don’t you think‍ you’ve been crossing⁠⁠‌ that line lately?”​‍‌

Fernan‍⁠ understood instantly—Rosalia was‌‍‍ angry. Rightfully so.⁠

He‌​‍ had insisted on‌​⁠ accompanying her, and​​ she had relented.⁠ If he left​ alone now, the​‌ Academy would assume⁠‌ the worst.

“I‍‍​ know I’m causing⁠⁠‍ you trouble, professor.‍‍ I’m sorry.”

“And‌ yet you’re not⁠ backing down.”

“That’s‌​​ right.”

He​ had to go—no​​⁠ excuses.

“It’s‌ for a particular​‌ situation.”

“What‌​ is it?”

She‍ exhaled smoke slowly.​​‍

“Don’t​ tell me you‌‌‌ can’t say.”

“One‍‍ of my investments‍ is at risk.”​⁠​

Rosalia‍⁠ looked at him⁠ in surprise. The⁠ seriousness on his‍‍⁠ face made her‌ understand the weight‌ of those words.​‌

For​⁠ Fernan, a mistake‍ in his investments⁠‌ was critical.

“I‌​‍ can’t give details,​​ but it’s related​ to Aint Armian.”‍⁠⁠

“And‌​ to the corrupt?”⁠​‍

“Yes.⁠​ Very directly.”

It‌⁠ was true—if Aint,​ his trump card‍‍​ against the demons,‍​ went astray, his‍ entire plan would⁠‍ collapse.

“…You‌⁠⁠ should have started‌​​ with that.”

Rosalia‌​‌ nodded slightly.

“Do‌ you need me⁠​‌ to step in?”​⁠‍

“No,⁠‍​ professor. Focus fully‌‌ on the conference.‌ That’s best.”

“Not⁠ even against the​ corrupt do you‌‍ abandon your greed.”⁠‌

“I‍‌​ believe consistency is⁠‌ important.”

“Wait.‍‌ I’ll give you‌ a letter.”

Rosalia​⁠‍ quickly wrote a document.

“Deliver‍‍ this to the⁠‍‌ Academy. It’ll serve⁠ as justification—saying I sent you back​⁠​ for urgent matters.”‍‌‍

“Thank‌‌⁠ you. Then, excuse​ me—I must go⁠‍⁠ now.”

Fernan‌‌​ hurried out.

“…Did⁠ the corrupt attack​⁠‍ the Pellenberg warehouses​ or something?”

Rosalia​​ had known him‌​​ for a long‌‌ time, but she​ had never seen⁠‌ him with such‍⁠‌ an urgent face.⁠⁠

***⁠⁠

【Resumption‌⁠ of the Continental⁠ Academic Conference! And,‍​‍ after 14 years,‍ the Council of‍ Elector Princes returns!】‌​

“The⁠‌ Council of Elector‌​⁠ Princes, huh?”

The‌‍ professor of spiritual‍⁠ magic, Nania Veris,​ set the newspaper​ aside.

“Let’s​‌‌ hope the patriarch‌ does well.”

To‍ Nania, this council⁠​ carried great weight.‍‍‍ It was the‍ first time Fridian⁠‌ would officially participate⁠‍ as an Elector‍⁠⁠ Prince.

“He’ll​‍‌ do fine.”

Aria‍⁠​ sat down in​ front of her.‍​

“Attending​⁠​ that meeting means‍ that, regardless of​‍ criticism or outside‌ treatment, it officially‌‍‌ plants the flag‍ that yes, he​ is an Elector⁠⁠ Prince.”

It‍‌ was the moment‌ her father had​​‌ awaited for years.​ He wouldn’t let‌ it slip.

“Humans⁠‍ are as stubborn​ as demons. It’s​​⁠ been over fifteen‌‌ years since we‍‍ received the title⁠ of Elector Princes,​​‌ and they still​ don’t fully recognize‌​‌ us.”

“But⁠ you expected that.”‍​​

“Yes,‍‍​ but not for⁠ the resistance to‌ be this strong.”‍‍

Fridian’s​​⁠ annexation to the⁠ Empire had been⁠​⁠ marked by intense‌ debates—some advocated joining,‍ others claimed there‌ was no reason⁠​​ to.

In‌ the end, the‍​ idea that the‌​ Empire’s expansion was‌ unstoppable prevailed, and​⁠​ resisting would only​⁠‌ lead to death.​‌​ So they joined.‌⁠

Even​⁠⁠ so, distrustful gazes⁠ remained, and with⁠‍ them, dissenting voices‍ resurfaced.

“By‍ the way, you‍ look pale. Almost⁠‌​ like Professor Dominique.‍ Something wrong?”

“Professor‌​​ Dominique… what about‌‌ him?”

“He‌ seems a bit‌ haggard lately. They‍ say he’s busy​‍‌ with research, I suppose that’s the‌‍ reason.”

“I’d‍‌ rather it were⁠​‌ just research…”

Aria‍ let out a deep sigh.

“Research,⁠‍ as a student?​‌​ What’s really going‌ on?”

“I‌​ received a letter‍‌‌ from my family⁠​⁠ recently. But no​‌‌ matter how much‌‌⁠ I think about‌‍ it, I can’t⁠‌ figure it out​​⁠ alone.”

“A‍‌ letter?”

Aria​⁠ handed her the‍ neatly folded letter.‌ Upon reading it,‍ Nania’s face hardened.​⁠​

“Is‍⁠ this true? Adolf​ wants to tear‍⁠​ everything down and​⁠‌ return to the⁠ past?”

“I’m⁠⁠⁠ not sure. Maybe‍​⁠ it’s a misunderstanding.”​‌

That’s‍​ what she desperately‌⁠‍ wanted to believe.‌‍‌

“…It‍ must be. Adolf‌⁠​ isn’t foolish enough⁠⁠‌ to do something​⁠ like this.”

“He⁠‍​ has more than⁠‍‍ enough reasons. You​⁠‍ know that, professor.”​

“…Yes.⁠‍‌ But no other​⁠‍ elf would support‍​ such an idea.‍‍⁠ Is this really‌ reliable information?”

“It​‍ doesn’t matter if​ it is or‍​ not. If it‍ were just that,⁠ I wouldn’t be​‌​ this worried.”

It‍ was an act‍​ that evoked rebellion,⁠‍‌ but nearly impossible‍‍ to carry out.⁠⁠

There‍ were radicals, yes,‌ but they weren’t⁠⁠ the majority, and‌ no elves had⁠‍ turned their backs‍ on her father‍​⁠ for being incompetent.‍‍

“Then⁠‌ what is it?”‍

“Let⁠ me show you​ this.”

Aria​ handed her another‍​ letter.

This​ one said the⁠‌​ opposite of the‌ first.

“Nothing​​ unusual is happening.⁠ Everything’s the same…”​

“And‌⁠ so?”

“It’s⁠⁠ the second letter‍​‌ I received.”

“…What?”​​

“And​‌ then I sent​‌‌ another one, so‌‍ I’m still waiting⁠‍‌ for the response.”‍​​

“So⁠⁠ they’re lying?”

“I⁠⁠ wish it were‌⁠⁠ just a lie.”‌

“What‍‌⁠ if it’s not?”‌

“It’s​‍ that… it brings‍ back bad memories.”‌​

She​ recalled the moment‌‍ when Andromalius had‍ been summoned using​‌ a branch of​⁠​ the World Tree.‌​‌

And⁠ that moment when​​⁠ the saint, Jace‍‍‌ Vines, had plunged​⁠ her head into⁠ holy water.

Maybe‌‍‌ it was all‌⁠ in her head,‌‍ just misunderstandings.

But​‌ that strange feeling⁠ still gnawed at‌‍ her heart.

“Bad‍‍‌ memories?”

“I‍ can’t talk about​​ it…”

At‍⁠​ that moment, Aria’s‌‍ gaze fixed behind⁠ Nania.

There​‍​ was nothing special​ there—just sunlight, a clear sky, students⁠⁠ enjoying the weekend.​‍‍

But‍ among them, a familiar face appeared.​⁠

Without‍‌ thinking, Aria stood⁠ up abruptly.

She​​ didn’t know why.⁠⁠⁠

It‌​‌ was an instinctive​⁠⁠ act.

From⁠⁠ the first time​​‌ she met him‍⁠‌ until now, many‍‍ things had happened.⁠⁠

And‍ he had always⁠‌⁠ managed to push​ forward without issue.​⁠

Perhaps‌​ that’s why she‌ trusted him.

If‍‌ he said he‍‍‍ could solve it,‌‌‌ then he would.​

“Senior!”‍‌​

The‌⁠⁠ one who had‍‍ just returned to​ the Academy, Fernan‍‍⁠ Pellenberg, turned his‌ face.

“Aria?”‌

“…I⁠ need a favor.​​​ I need your‍ help.”

Though‌‌ she hadn’t run​‍⁠ far, Aria was‌⁠⁠ out of breath.‌

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