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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 156

Chapter 156

When‌ Aria suddenly appeared​ and bowed her‌‍ head, Fernan looked‌​‍ a little confused.‌

First,⁠ because he didn’t‌‍ expect Aria to​‍⁠ act so intensely.​⁠

Second,⁠ because in his‌ mind, there was⁠‌‍ only the idea⁠ of going to⁠ see Aint.

However,‌ after reviewing the⁠​ two letters she‍ handed him, he‍‍‍ understood her feelings.​‌‌

The‌​ contents were completely​‌⁠ opposite.

“You⁠​​ said they arrived​⁠‍ only a few​​‍ days apart?”

“Two‌​ days. It reminded‍ me a lot⁠⁠​ of that time.”​

“The‌‍ order isn’t switched,​‍​ right?”

“No.”⁠

“Then⁠ I’m sure it‍ brought back memories⁠ of that moment…”‍

Of​‍⁠ that moment when⁠‍ Verian and Aria⁠⁠ were made to⁠‌ look like fools.‍​

Of‍ the time when⁠ Andromalius was summoned‌⁠⁠ and plunged Fernan‌ into panic.

“Right?⁠​​ It’s not just​​⁠ my imagination, is⁠ it?”

“It​‌‍ could be. You⁠‌ can’t judge just‌ from a couple‍​ of letters.”

Also,‍⁠⁠ if what Aria⁠‌​ said was true,‌ another assumption had‍‌‌ to be added.‍​‌

“You‍​‍ think that elf‌ named Adolf Fridien‍ is connected to​‌​ the corrupts?”

“I‌ don’t know. I wish he weren’t.”‍

“You⁠​‌ suspect him anyway?”⁠⁠

“Brother⁠ Adolf, to put‍‌ it nicely, is​ passionate; to put‌ it badly, he’s‌⁠ extreme.”

“Neither⁠​‌ sounds good.”

Although‍​‍ in reality, that​ wasn’t the important⁠⁠ part. Aria continued.‍‍

“Do‌​ you know that⁠‌⁠ even after Fridian​‍‍ became an elector​ prince, they continued​​ to suffer discrimination?”⁠

“How‍⁠⁠ could I not‌‌ know?”

The‍ Pellenbergs made no⁠‍⁠ distinctions between humans​‍‍ or elves, or⁠​⁠ between old or⁠ new elector princes,‌‌‍ as long as⁠ there was money.‍‍‍ But the other⁠⁠‍ electors weren’t like​‍⁠ that.

They⁠​ didn’t like the​ crack opened in​ a ruling system​ that had remained⁠⁠ unchanged for a thousand years.

“That’s​‌‌ why some elves‌ complain—what was the‌‍​ point of joining⁠ the Empire if‍ this is how‍​​ it is?”

“I’ve‌‍‍ heard it.”

It‌​​ wasn’t unusual.

It‌ wasn’t about being​ an elf; anyone⁠ would be angry‍⁠ if they felt‍ they weren’t getting⁠⁠‍ the rights they⁠⁠⁠ deserved.

“My‌‍⁠ brother Adolf is‍​‍ among the most‌ extreme. He even​ said that if​‌​ things were going⁠ to be like‌‍ this, it would‌ be better to‌‌ separate from the‍⁠⁠ Empire again. And​ most of the​​ discontent elves follow‍ him.”

“That’s⁠ not something that​‍⁠ can be ignored.”​

“As⁠‍‌ you know, fifteen‌ years is a long time, isn’t‌ it?”

It‌ definitely was.

If‌⁠‌ the Pellenbergs had⁠⁠ been treated like‌‍‌ that for fifteen‍‍ years, Fernan probably​​‍ wouldn’t have endured​‍ it either.

“I‌ understand everything you’re⁠‍ saying.”

Fernan‍ folded the letter‍ in two and‍‍⁠ handed it back⁠ to Aria.

“But​⁠‍ right now, there’s​ nothing I can⁠ do.”

“Huh?​⁠⁠ Why not?”

“Did​ you forget we’re‍ in the middle‍⁠‍ of the semester?”‍

If⁠ there really were⁠ corrupts involved, it‌‍ wouldn’t be a matter easily resolved.‌

It​ wasn’t something that‌⁠‌ could be solved⁠‌⁠ in a couple‌‍ of days, and‍‌ the Academy was​⁠‌ still in full‍​​ session.

Even‌‌ Fernan couldn’t be‌ absent from class​‌ for too long‍ without consequences.

“But​ being you, you‌ could find a way to take‍ leave.”

“And​​ why should I do that for‍⁠​ you?”

“Because‌ we’re talking about⁠​‌ corrupts! And of‌ course, I’m not‍‍ asking you to⁠ do it for‌‌ free. I’ll pay​⁠ you.”

“…That’s⁠ tempting, but there’s‌ still no certainty.”‍

And​ if there really​‍​ were corrupts, and‍ they acted like⁠ they did with‍ Aria, they wouldn’t‍‌‌ make a move‍​ that quickly.

“Right‍ now, everyone is‌‌ focused on hunting​ corrupts. They’ll be‍⁠ more cautious. So‌‍ it won’t explode​‌​ right away. In​​ my opinion, there’s‌​ time until summer⁠‌‍ vacation, at least.”‌

“…Yes,⁠ but I’m still​​​ anxious.”

Aria’s‍‌‍ pupils trembled with‍ anxiety.

Fernan‌‍ thought she hadn’t‌‌ even shown that⁠ expression when fighting‍⁠‍ Andromalius, which was‌⁠​ surprising.

‘No,⁠ it’s only natural.’​

After‌ all, if she⁠ was wrong, her‍ entire family could⁠⁠ collapse.

“Investigate‌ more, confirm everything‍⁠​ you can. If‍‍ more evidence linking‌‍‌ them to the⁠ corrupts appears, I’ll⁠ help you during⁠ summer vacation.”

If​ what Aria said​⁠ was true, even​​‌ if it weren’t​‌ her request, he‌‌ would have to‍‍⁠ step in.

No​‍‍ matter how discriminated​ they were, the‍ Fridians were still‌⁠ a house of​⁠⁠ elector princes.

If​ a lineage like​‍ that fell to‍⁠⁠ the corrupts, the‍‌ impact would shake‌⁠​ the entire Empire.​⁠

If​ the Empire wavered,⁠⁠ so would the‍​‌ continent—and that would‌ be exactly the⁠ outcome the demons​‌⁠ longed for.

And‌⁠⁠ in a demon-controlled‌ world, gold would⁠⁠ become nothing but⁠​ worthless scrap metal.​‌‍

Those‍‍‍ idiots didn’t know​‍‍ how to appreciate‌‌‌ the value of‌​‌ money. A world‌ like that must‍‍⁠ never come to⁠ pass.

“Thank⁠​ you.”

“Get‌ all the money​‌ you can.”

“I’ll⁠‍ try. But why​‍ have you been‌‌‍ so restless for​​ a while now?”‍‌

“Me?”⁠‍

“Yes.⁠ You look like‌‍ a student waiting‌​ for the lunch‍‍‍ bell to ring…”‍

Aria​​ narrowed her eyes.⁠‍

“You’re‌⁠ not thinking I’m⁠⁠ a nuisance, are‍​​ you?”

“A​‍‍ client is never‍​‌ a nuisance.”

“Then⁠​ that means if​‌ I weren’t a client, I would‌‌‌ be. What’s going‌​ on?”

“Business.”​⁠

Fernan⁠⁠ stood up.

“If‌‌ we’re done talking,‍ I’m leaving.”

And‍⁠ he disappeared.

“…What’s⁠‌⁠ this? Was there‍ really something more‌‍ important than corrupts?‍‌‌ Is that possible?”‍‌

Aria‍ tilted her head,‌⁠⁠ puzzled.

She​​ hoped he hadn’t‍⁠ just brushed her‍ off for convenience.⁠

***‌

“There⁠‌ it is.”

Aint⁠‍‍ received the heavy​‍‍ pouch the rector⁠ handed him.

“Thank‍‍‌ you.”

“We⁠‍ made a deal,​‌‍ and I promised‌⁠ a reward. Thanks⁠​⁠ to you, we⁠‍ captured a corrupt‌​​ who had infiltrated​ the Academy—so it’s‌ only natural.”

The​ rector poured milk‍‌ into his black⁠‌ tea.

— That man always‍​ adds milk to‍​ his tea.

Aint‌‌ glanced inside the‍​ pouch. It held‌​​ gleaming gold coins;‍‌ he could barely‌‍ suppress the smile⁠⁠‌ tugging at his⁠​⁠ lips.

— Excellent. At this⁠​ rate, it might⁠‌​ even be worth‍​⁠ it if more⁠​ corrupts appear.

His‌‍⁠ goal was to‌⁠‍ become emperor, and⁠​‍ to do that,​⁠​ he had to⁠‍ restore Armian.

And‍​ what he needed‍⁠ most—and would spend​‍‌ the most to⁠⁠ grow stronger—was undoubtedly‌​​ money.

— Fernan made a good proposal, but⁠‍‌ I think it’s‌‍ best to avoid‍‌ borrowing from the‌ Pellenbergs if possible.​

‘I​‍‍ think the same.’⁠⁠

Even​​‌ if Fernan showed​ goodwill, Pellenberg would‌​​ always be Pellenberg.‍

Really,​‍ it was the‌‌ same with anyone—if⁠‌ you borrowed too​ much money, you’d‌​‌ end up beholden‌‌ to them.

Aint’s‍‍ goal was to⁠​ minimize how much‌⁠ he borrowed, even⁠​​ when he couldn’t​​ avoid it.

“Well⁠​⁠ then, I’ll count⁠ on you for‌‌‌ the next one.​ Though I’d rather​‍ there not be‍ another.”

“Do​⁠ you know what​ happened to the‌‌ corrupt we caught⁠ in Professor Rosalia’s‌​ lab?”

“You⁠ mean Aaron?”

Aint⁠‍ nodded.

“His​‍​ whole body is‍ frozen, except for‍ the head. His‍‌ magic and movement⁠ are sealed, and‍ he can only⁠ move his mouth.‍ We’ve tried something‍​​ akin to torture,‌​ but he’s tight-lipped.”‌

The‌‌‍ rector clicked his⁠​ tongue.

“If‌⁠​ the opportunity arises,‍‌‍ may I speak‍‌ with him?”

“Not​⁠ a bad idea.‍ In any case,​​ I’ve tried everything.‍​ I’ll see if​ I can set​⁠‍ that up for⁠‍​ you soon.”

“Thank‍‍​ you.”

“No,​‍‌ thank you.”

Aint‍ stood up.

And​‍‌ on his way‌‌ back to the⁠​ dormitory, he ran⁠​ into someone.

“Senior⁠‌ Fernan?”

“Aint.”​‍

“When⁠⁠⁠ did you get⁠​‍ back? I thought‌⁠‌ you were at⁠ the Continental Academic⁠⁠​ Conference.”

“I⁠​‍ just returned. Heading⁠⁠ to the dorm?”​

“Yes.‌⁠⁠ I just met⁠‌‌ briefly with the⁠​‍ rector. Did you⁠⁠⁠ get the letter‍​ I sent?”

“I​⁠‍ did.”

In​ an instant, Fernan’s‍ gaze scanned Aint’s⁠ chest. Seeing the‌​​ hidden bulge, he⁠ stifled a growl​‍ inside.

‘Damn‌‍ it, he got‌ money from the‍‍ rector.’

He​ had expected it;​ after all, they‍​ had agreed there⁠⁠ would be a reward for each⁠​ corrupt captured.

But​ seeing it with‌​ his own eyes​ made him more‍ anxious.

He‌⁠‌ had to stop​ this.

He⁠‌‍ needed Aint to​‍​ accept investment from‍⁠⁠ him.

‘But‌ how?’

No‍​‍ one would just‍ accept an investment‌⁠⁠ for no reason.⁠⁠

Well,⁠⁠‌ some might—but Aint‌‌‍ wasn’t that kind.​

‘I⁠‍‌ need to get‌ him to take⁠​‌ the investment without⁠‍‍ resistance…’

Initially,⁠⁠ he’d planned to‌ come up with⁠‌​ a method and⁠‌⁠ then negotiate with‍ Aint.

But​‌​ now, having bumped‌​​ into him on​‌‍ the street—and confirming‌‌‍ that he was‌​ already getting money‍​​ from the rector—he‌‍‌ felt pressured.

“…Perfect‌ timing. I was‍​ looking for you.”‍‌⁠

“For​ me?”

“This⁠‍ isn’t something to​⁠ talk about here.‌⁠ Let’s go to​‍​ a tea house.”‌

“Alright.”⁠

In‍ a private room‌‌‍ of the tea⁠⁠ house, Fernan sat‌​ across from Aint.​​⁠

While‌ pretending to savor‌⁠ the coffee the‌ servant brought them,‌ he bought time‍‍‍ to think.

“They​‌‍ say that when​‌ talking, you should​ look into someone’s​​ eyes. That you‌​⁠ can hide your‍ expression, but not‍ the emotions in​‍ your eyes.”

Before⁠​‌ his first business​⁠ deal, his father‍​ had given him‌‌ a few tips.‌⁠

“It’s‍ not a lie.‍‌‌ But it’s not‍‍ the best method⁠‍‌ either.”

“If‍ you don’t know‍​ the other person,‍‍‍ it’s the best‍ you’ve got. But‌⁠‌ if you do,⁠‌⁠ it’s the worst.”​​

Everything‍⁠ in the world​ is finite. If‌‍ someone gains, someone⁠ else loses.

Business​ is about stripping⁠‌‍ the other party‍⁠⁠ of their gain​⁠ and redirecting it‍ to yourself.

“Don’t​‍‌ just look at⁠‌ the eyes. Watch‍ the whole—eyes, face,​ breathing, hands, feet,​⁠⁠ body.”

“No​⁠ matter how perfect⁠ someone seems, they‍ always have a small habit. And‌⁠‍ those habits, together,‍⁠‌ reflect their mental⁠​‌ state.”

Understanding‍⁠⁠ someone’s heart, emotions,‌‌⁠ and circumstances was‍‍ vital—what they want,‌‍ what worries them,​​ what they’re thinking.​⁠

All​​​ that made a deal more favorable.⁠​‍

‘This‍​‍ is the most‍‍‌ important business deal​ I’ve ever made​⁠ in my life.’‌‌​

Fernan⁠‌⁠ recalled his father’s​ words, returning to‍ his roots.

“I‍ saw Aria a while ago. She‍ was really worried‌‌​ after reading letters​⁠ from her family.”⁠‍

He​​‌ began with the​​‌ Fridian matter. A lifeline in his⁠​ lack of a plan.

“Worried?”​‌

“About‌ the corrupts. They’ve‌​ infiltrated Fridian.”

“…Even​⁠ Fridian?”

Aint​ stifled a groan.⁠​‍ His breathing and‍‍ eyes trembled.

‘Aint‌ isn’t a seasoned⁠ merchant or politician.’⁠⁠‌

He‍‍‍ was just a young student turned‌‌⁠ heir of the⁠⁠ First Emperor.

That’s‍‍⁠ why his emotions⁠ were easy to⁠‌ read.

“Yes.‍‌ Their claws have​​⁠ reached Fridian.”

Even⁠‌ if Fridian was‌​⁠ looked down on‍⁠ by the other⁠​ elector princes, it⁠‍‍ was still one​ of them.

Its⁠​ power rivaled that​ of a kingdom,​‍‌ so if the‌⁠‍ corrupts corrupted it,⁠​ the storm would⁠ engulf the entire⁠ Empire.

“Is​ it the head⁠​⁠ of the family…?”‍

“No,⁠‍⁠ not the head.‍ But we can’t⁠⁠ be too confident.⁠​ The suspect is‍ a direct member—Adolf​⁠​ Fridian, Aria’s older‍ cousin.”

“At‍‍ least it’s not‌‍​ the head… but⁠ if it’s true,‍⁠‌ it’s serious.”

Aint​​ sighed with relief.⁠‌

His‍ sincere expression gave‍‍ Fernan confidence that,​ when it came‌‍‌ time to talk‌‌⁠ seriously, he’d have⁠​ no trouble reading‌ him.

“It’s‍‌⁠ just a suspicion‌⁠‍ for now, but‍‌ even if it’s‌ true, we have​ time. The problem​ is that it​‍​ concerns you too,⁠⁠‍ Aint.”

“Me?”​

“At‍​​ first, they only‌​ attacked you at‌ the Academy. Then⁠ in Altrierc, they‍ provoked a horde​ of monsters and​‍‍ beasts. And in‌‍​ Bercheff, they raised‌​ an army made‍‌‌ solely of monsters.”​

And‌‌‌ now, Fridian.

“As‍ you’d expect, the‌⁠‌ scale is increasing.”‍‌

“…I‍ know.”

Now⁠⁠ came the critical⁠‌ point. Fernan secretly‌‍ swallowed hard.

“And​​⁠ on that scale,‌‌ those without a foundation will be‌ swept away like‌ leaves in water.”‍​‍

He‌​ paused and looked‌ at him. Did​‍​ he get the​​⁠ message of “you⁠ can’t do this‌⁠⁠ alone”?

‘He‍​‍ got it.’

The​‌ slight twitch of​​ his eyebrows confirmed‌​ it.

Whether‍‍‍ it was Aint⁠​ or Gardner who‌⁠⁠ noticed didn’t matter.​

Without​⁠‍ further reactions, Fernan‌‍⁠ continued, this time​⁠ more directly.

“You‍ want to be‌ emperor? The throne‌​⁠ isn’t something you‍​ reach just by‍​​ wanting it—or by​⁠⁠ defeating demons.”

The‌ First Emperor wasn’t‌ just crowned for⁠ defeating demons and​⁠‌ King Colomo.

“He⁠ became emperor because​​⁠ countless people followed⁠⁠⁠ him, and because⁠ the powerful Kingdom‍‍ of Armian backed‌ him. No matter⁠‍ how much I help you, Pellenberg‌‌‌ and you, me‌‌‍ and you—we are​ not the same.”‍‍

“I‍ know. But…”

His‌⁠‌ eyes hardened.

It⁠​ wasn’t anger. Fernan⁠ hurried his words.‌‍​

“I​ told you before—grow⁠​‌ Armian. But this‌ time is different.‍​ Time is not⁠​⁠ on your side.”‍

Asking‌ directly for money‍‍‍ was foolish.

The​⁠‌ key was making⁠‌⁠ Aint feel like​⁠ he needed to‌‍ ask for it.​‌

Only​ then could Fernan​ dictate the terms.‌

No​‌ matter who Aint‌⁠ Armian was, Fernan‍⁠⁠ had no intention‍‌‌ of lending to‌ him just to⁠‌⁠ be at his​ mercy.

“I’m‌​‌ aware. That’s why⁠​ I accepted the‌​ rector’s proposal…”

“It’s⁠⁠ not bad, but‍ it’s not stable​ income. With just‌⁠ rewards, you can’t⁠ grow or maintain​ your house.”

He‌‍‍ cut his words‍ sharply. He had​‍ to make him‍ see there was​‌‍ no other way.‌⁠

“I⁠⁠ don’t think it’s⁠‌​ just rewards…”

“If‌​⁠ there are no‍ corrupts, there’s no‌‍ money.”

An‍‍⁠ Armian who relied‌​​ on corrupt invasions​ to survive.

“Isn’t⁠ that ridiculous?”

“…Then​‌⁠ are you implying‍‍​ I should ask‌‌ you for money?”⁠

Finally,​ Aint said what​‌ Fernan had wanted.‌

And​​​ in his eyes,‌​⁠ Fernan saw a flicker of rejection.‌‍⁠

Too‍ bad, but it‍‌‌ had to be‌‍ faced.

His‍‍‌ plan and preparation​⁠⁠ were still insufficient.‌​

With‍​ utmost composure, Fernan‍⁠ replied.

“I‌‍‍ never said that.‌ If you can​​ restore Armian without⁠‌⁠ me, you don’t‍‌‌ need to ask.”​⁠

“Really?”‌‍

— A Pellenberg saying‍ that? Impossible.

Aint‍‌ and Gardner shared‌ the doubt, but⁠ Fernan nodded calmly.‌‍

“I’m‌ not obligated to⁠​​ lend you anything.‌​ If I compare​ it, I’d even‍ make more profit‌ lending to others⁠ with the terms⁠‍​ I offer.”

“That’s‍⁠⁠ true. But, senior,‍ are you okay​‍‌ with this?”

“What⁠ do you mean?”‍‍

Aint⁠​ smiled awkwardly.

“Well,‍​​ it’s just… the‌‍⁠ table has a hole in it.”⁠‌‍

Tap,​ tap, tap.

Fernan’s‌‌ fingers were tapping‍ the table unconsciously.⁠‌

With‌ such force that‌ he had pierced⁠⁠⁠ it.

“…”‍

His‍​‍ father’s advice didn’t​​ only apply to‍⁠‍ Aint.

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