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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 157

Chapter 157

“…Doesn’t‍‍⁠ matter. Must’ve been​​ a cheap table.”‍‍‌

Fernan‍⁠ stopped his fingers.⁠⁠

Of​​‍ course, that didn’t‌ undo the hole⁠ he’d left in​⁠​ it.

“Didn’t‌ you say last‍‍ time it was​ made from the⁠‍ finest noble wood?”​‍

“I‍‌‍ changed suppliers to‌ try something new.‌ Golden Turtle doesn’t‍‍ only trade in‍​ luxury goods.”

To‌⁠ steer the conversation‍ away, Fernan pulled‌‌ a gold coin‌⁠ from his pocket​ and spun it.⁠

“…Back​⁠ to the point,​ it’s not like‍‍ I have to​ lend it to⁠ you. Money is​ like the blood⁠‌‍ of this world.⁠‌ Everyone needs it,‌⁠⁠ and everything depends​ on it.”

He⁠ meant to say‍​ there were many‌ businesses to invest‍⁠ in, many others⁠‌‍ he could lend​​ money to.

The‌ coin spun and​ landed right in‌ front of Aint.‍

“I’m‌⁠‍ only considering the‍ possibility that you‍ can’t secure enough⁠ funds. If that’s‌‍ not the case,‌ I’ve no reason‌​‍ to take the‌‍⁠ risk. I could​‌⁠ lend it elsewhere‌ at a higher‍ interest rate.”

Seeing‍​⁠ Aint nod slightly,​‍ Fernan smiled.

His⁠‍​ strategy of offering⁠⁠ a low rate‌​ from the start‍‍ was working.

— He didn’t say​ anything wrong.

— In fact, these‌ guys aren’t obligated⁠ to help you.​​

‘So‍‍ this is a real favor?’

— A real favor?‍⁠⁠ Not at all.‌⁠⁠ He just wants‍‍ you to defeat‌ the demons more⁠​‌ than anyone.

Gardner​⁠​ could tell.

— You saw what​‌ happened with the‌‌ corrupted last time.​⁠‌ Demons don’t care⁠​‌ for money or⁠ jewels.

— Thanks to that,‍ the Pellenbergs made​​ a fortune fighting‍‌​ them a thousand‌​​ years ago. But​‌‌ coexistence has never​‌ been an option.​⁠

That’s‍⁠ why, a thousand‌​ years ago, Pellenberg‌‍‌ ended up joining⁠ the first emperor.‌‌⁠

— And of course,⁠ he’s also doing⁠​ this to eliminate​‍‍ any other potential‌‌‌ allies. He wants‌ to cut out​‍‍ the competition.

‘Competition?’​‌‌

— You’re a rising​⁠‍ hero. Think no​​ one else’s interested​​ in investing in​ Armian, even if​​ it’s weak right‌​‍ now?

Even‌ so, Gardner believed‌‌‌ it was best⁠‍⁠ to shake Fernan’s​​‌ hand.

Any​⁠ other hyena would‌ be even more‌⁠ desperate to devour‌ Aint.

And‍‌ if you had​‍‍ to be devoured,‌ better by one‌‍‌ lion—especially if that‍‌ lion had unusually‍‍ high generosity.

— A 5% interest​‌ loan with a 15-year term was‌ a great offer‌⁠ even a thousand⁠⁠ years ago.

— Take it while​‍‌ he’s willing to​‌‍ lend. We don’t⁠‌ know when he’ll‍ change his mind,‍‍‌ so ask for​‍ as much as⁠ you can.

“…Is‍⁠ your previous offer⁠ still valid?”

In‌​ the end, Aint​ said exactly what‌ Fernan had wanted⁠ to hear.

‘That’s‍​‍ it! My lifelong‍ goldmine!’

Inside,‌ Fernan celebrated, though‍ outwardly he kept⁠ calm.

“Of‌ course. A merchant⁠‌ doesn’t turn away‍ a client asking‍‌ for a loan.”⁠⁠

Aint​​ and Gardner might‌ think it was⁠​‍ a great offer.⁠​⁠ And they wouldn’t‌ be wrong.

But‌‍⁠ there were two‌ things they hadn’t​ realized.

‘Sure,​⁠ that low interest‌ rate made him​​⁠ ask for a huge sum.’

First,‍‍​ that it didn’t‍ matter how low‌⁠⁠ the rate was​‍‌ if the starting‍‍​ sum was too⁠​​ large. It was⁠‌‌ like a snowball⁠‍​ downhill.

‘Pay‌​ it all off⁠‌‌ in 15 years?‍ Unless he raids⁠​‌ a dragon’s lair,⁠‌⁠ impossible.’

And⁠ with war on‌ the horizon, it’d‌‌ be a miracle‍​ if he didn’t​​ end up borrowing‌ more.

At​ first, the interest‍​ would consume the‌‌‍ capital, and then⁠⁠ would come collapse.‍‍

‘This‍‍ is what’s called​ a money game.‍ Money always draws‌‍‌ more money.’

The⁠​ other thing they‌‍​ didn’t know was​‍‍ that that money⁠ originally belonged to​​ Aint.

The‌‌ low 5% interest‍ wasn’t a favor.‌‌⁠ It was just⁠​ a trap disguised‍‍‍ as goodwill.

Fernan​ stifled the laughter‍ threatening to escape.‌

“Then‍⁠​ let’s draft the​ contract.”

“Yes.”⁠

Once​​​ both signed, Fernan‌​ carefully tucked the⁠​ document away.

“By​​ the way, is‍‌ it true that‌ Fridian has turned​ corrupted?”

“Ask​‌ Aria. She’ll know​ better—she’s directly involved.”​

The‍⁠‍ Fridian issue seemed‍​⁠ trivial by comparison.‍‌⁠

‘Where​​‍ should I keep​​⁠ this?’

Not⁠​⁠ a scratch could​ be allowed.

‘It’ll‌⁠ have to go⁠⁠ in the main‍‌⁠ mansion’s secret vault.’‍

He⁠ had that vault‍⁠‍ built with the​⁠ utmost care. As⁠​​ long as Pellenberg‍‍ didn’t fall, it‍ was impregnable.

“The‍⁠ money will be‌‍ transferred in three‍⁠‍ days, as stated‌ in the contract.”​‌

“…Such⁠​ a large sum‍⁠ in just three​⁠‌ days?”

“Don’t‌⁠‍ underestimate Pellenberg.”

Fernan⁠​ replied proudly, standing​ up from his​⁠​ seat.

“I’m‍‌⁠ off—I’ve got urgent⁠‌ matters. Like I said, there’s much​​‍ to investigate regarding⁠ Fridian.”

“Understood.”​‍​

Fernan‌‍ left the room,​‍​ calling out to‌​ Hyde.

“Straight‌​ to the mansion.⁠ We need to⁠‌ cast a protection⁠ spell on this‌​ contract and store‍ it immediately in‌‍‌ the vault.”

There‌ was no more‍‍⁠ urgent task.

***⁠

“…It’s‌‍​ true. Gathering this‍‌​ much money in​ just three days…”‌‍

Three⁠⁠ days later, Fernan⁠‍​ handed over dozens‍‌ of subspace bags‌⁠ to Aint.

All⁠‍‌ were brimming with‍‌ gold coins.

How‌ much was it,⁠ total? One thing​‍ was certain—it was‍​ more than Aint⁠‍ had ever seen⁠‍ in his life.⁠

— Pellenberg is Pellenberg,‌‌ no doubt. To​​ pull this off‌⁠ so fast…

Not‍‌ bad. Not at​‌ all.

— Now you’ve got​ another reason to‌‍‌ go home over‍​ summer break.

— But no matter‍​​ how much money‍‌‌ you’ve got, your‌‍ father is still​ head of the​ house. You’ll need‍⁠ to talk to⁠ him and get‍‌ his approval.

“Yes,‍‍ that’s the plan.”​

Honestly,⁠ he felt a little unsure.

His​⁠ father had never‍‍​ shown ambition to‍ regain power or⁠‍ expand the house.​⁠‌ He was content‍‍ to live in‌‍ peace.

Would⁠‍‍ he accept the‌​‌ proposal?

‘No.‌‍⁠ At this point,​ it’s not about‌⁠ whether he accepts​‌ or not.’

He‍ had to make​‌ him accept—no matter‍ what.

Convince​‍ his father, rebuild‌‌ Armian. Whatever it⁠‌⁠ took.

“But‌⁠⁠ now the problem‍ is, where do​‍‍ I keep all‌ this?”

Aint‍⁠​ looked seriously at⁠​ the pile of​‌​ bags on the⁠ bed.

Dozens​​‍ of subspace bags,‌​‌ all filled with‌ coins and jewels.‍​ Just storing them‌‍ was a problem.⁠⁠

And‌‌ since you couldn’t‌​ put one subspace‌⁠ bag inside another,‍‍ it was even‍‌ worse.

They​ said doing so‌ would damage the‌‌ magic circle and​⁠‌ lose everything stored⁠ inside.

— Best bet is​ to send them‌‍ to your mansion.‌‌⁠ Even if Armian’s⁠⁠ declined, they must‍ at least have‍‍‌ a vault.

The​​ problem was, Armian⁠ no longer had⁠ the strength to⁠‌ protect a fortune​ like this.

Still,‍ if Fernan didn’t⁠ leak anything, it’d⁠⁠​ be hard for‌​ anyone to find‍⁠‍ out.

“I‌​​ guess you’re right…​⁠​ but the distance⁠‍​ during the semester…”‌​

— Don’t all the​ prince-electors have direct⁠‌ teleportation circles with‌‍​ the Academy?

— You could use​‍‌ one of those.​

“Eh…⁠ well…”

Aint⁠ smiled awkwardly.

“We​‌​ used to… but‍⁠‌ not anymore.”

— What?

“As​⁠ you know, our​​ territory fell. We‌‍⁠ lost almost all‍‌ of it—including the‍‍‍ family’s original seat.”⁠

Currently,⁠​⁠ the Armian mansion‍ was no longer‍⁠​ the original.

That​​ area had fallen⁠ to Schwaben along‍‌ with the loss​ of the throne.⁠

— But that was‍‌‌ a century ago.‍ Surely you’ve had‌​ time to build​‍​ a new one?⁠

“Sure,‌‌​ but there was​ no reason to.‍‌ Like I told​⁠‌ you, after losing‍​‍ the throne, I was the first‌‌ to enroll in‌‍ the Academy.”

Since⁠‍​ then, Armian had‍ closed all its⁠‌ doors. Including to‌‌ the Academy. No⁠ need to establish​ a new teleportation⁠ circle.

— This really is‍⁠⁠ a total fall‌ from grace…

“But‌​‌ I’ll raise it​‍ again.”

— As you should.‍⁠‍ Otherwise, how could⁠ I ever face​‍ the former emperor?‍

Man‍​‍ and sword renewed‌‌ their vow.

Aint⁠‍ stored the bags⁠⁠⁠ in the wardrobe‍​ drawers.

For‌⁠‌ now, Ravidus Hall​​ was one of‌ the safest places​‌ to protect them.‍

Not‍‍ a long-term solution,⁠‌‍ but it would​ do for now.‍‍

— Oh, I just‌⁠ remembered something.

— Among the things‍ the emperor left‌​ at the Academy,​‌ there’s a giant‍⁠‍ subspace bag.

“A⁠​ giant one?”

— Yeah. Big enough‌‍‍ to fit all​‍‌ the gold and​‍ jewels you borrowed.‌

Another‍‌‍ of the measures‌‍​ the emperor had‍‍‍ prepared for his⁠‍‍ successors.

“And‌‌ if someone else​​‍ already took it?”‍⁠

— If they had,⁠ there’d be rumors.‍ That bag, like‌ the armor, is⁠‌‍ hidden. Only I can find it.⁠⁠

Hearing​ that, Aint’s face‍​‍ lit up.

“Then‍⁠ I could use‌ it to carry⁠‍ everything. But… what‍ about the armor?”​‌

— Hm… that’s the​ problem. No, on‍ second thought, the​⁠⁠ real question is⁠⁠ whether you can⁠⁠⁠ beat Luina Bercheff‍⁠‌ this time.

— I got the​​ sense she also‌‌​ had some sort‌​ of revelation.

Both‍ fell silent, thinking​‌ about their next‌‌‍ move.

***‍‍

Training‌ with Aint and‍‌‍ Luina had become​​⁠ part of Verian’s‍​‌ daily routine.

He​‍ would rise at‌⁠‌ dawn, spar with⁠‌⁠ them, and then‌‌ head to class.​

And​​ that’s why he⁠​​ felt it all‌​​ the more deeply.​‍

‘…These​ damned monsters.’

Both‌‌ Aint Armian and‍‌‌ Luina Bercheff.

Not‌​​ only were they​⁠‍ improving—they rose higher‌​‍ and higher each⁠‍ day, reaching ever‍​‍ more unreachable heights.​

‘The‍‍ world is unfair.’‌​

Does​⁠ this make any​⁠⁠ sense? They were‌⁠ monsters before, people‌ he hadn’t even‍​ dared to compete⁠ against. And now‌​ they were something‍ even further beyond.⁠‌

Even‌ if his own‌⁠‍ growth hadn’t been​​ bad, why was​ the gap only​ widening?

‘That⁠ damn Armian was⁠‍ weaker than me⁠​​ just a year‍⁠ ago! Does this‍‍⁠ make sense?!’

Verian‌‌ Kalburdern had also⁠‍ once been called‌​⁠ a genius in​‍ the Kalburdern territory.‍​⁠

He​‍ wasn’t some small‍‍ fry—he had proven‌‍‌ that by placing‌ second at the​ Academy.

So‍ why did it⁠ feel like he‍​ could never surpass⁠‌ those two?

Maybe​⁠​ it was because‍ he refused to​​‌ accept it.

That‌​‌ there was a colossal wall between​⁠‌ them and him.‍‌

He​ clenched his teeth​⁠​ hard.

Why‍⁠‍ was he the⁠‌‌ only one who‌​ felt stuck? Why​ was the difference‌​ so vast?

Every​‌ day, he swung⁠‍ his sword until​‍⁠ his body screamed.​

And‍ even though he‌​ fell again and⁠ again to Aint​​ and Luina, he⁠​ always got back​ up to try‌‍⁠ again.

But‌ the distance never‍​ closed.

And⁠ every day, he⁠‍‍ felt more dried‌‍ up inside. Everyone​⁠ was moving forward,‍ and he was‍‌ the only one‌⁠⁠ who seemed frozen.‌​

“Why‍‌‍ the dead-man face?‌ Kalburdern didn’t collapse‍‍‍ or something, did‍ it?”

Aria,⁠​ the elf, sat‌‍ down beside him‍ with a bright‍​​ smile.

“Leave⁠⁠‍ me alone.”

“You⁠ sigh constantly at​​ the practice field.‌ How could I not notice?”

“You’re⁠ the one who’s‌​ all chipper. Just‌​ a few days​‌⁠ ago you had​ the same wrecked⁠‌‍ look I do​ now.”

“Well,‍ I fixed it!”⁠⁠

Aria⁠ beamed.

“You⁠‍​ fixed it?”

“Well…⁠⁠ not exactly. But​ they said they’d⁠‍‍ look into it.⁠⁠ No, wait—they didn’t‍ say it outright,‌⁠‌ but they said​ they’d investigate.”

“You⁠ talked to senior‌‌⁠ Fernan.”

“Yup.‍⁠⁠ You were wrong.”​

“Now⁠‍‌ what?”

“You‍⁠​ said it was‌ just my imagination,‌‍​ all in my⁠ head. But Fernan​​ agreed to help⁠ me. And you⁠‌​ still say it‌‌​ was just my‍ mistake?”

She⁠​⁠ shrugged. And that⁠​​ attitude deeply irritated​ Verian.

“You‌ must’ve paid him.”‍‍​

“No.‍‍⁠ He said he’d​⁠ do it because​⁠⁠ of our relationship—like‌ a personal favor.”‍

The​ response came naturally,​​‌ but after knowing‌‌ her for over⁠⁠ a year, Verian‍⁠ had learned to​‍‌ spot her lies.‍​​

“Right,​ like that stingy‍​‍ guy would do‌​ anything out of​ generosity.”

Even‍‍​ if he hadn’t‍ known that, her​⁠‍ story didn’t make​ any sense.

“Anyway,⁠‌⁠ that doesn’t matter‌⁠ now, right? I’m‌‌‌ doing fine and‍‌⁠ you’re a wreck.‌​ That’s what counts.”‌

“Neither​ of us matters,‌⁠ so get lost.”‌‌​

“Still​​ frustrated about losing⁠ to Aint?”

Aria​ didn’t even wait‌‌⁠ for a response.‌⁠​ She nodded on‍‌⁠ her own, as​⁠⁠ if she already⁠‍​ knew.

“Well,‌ considering you were⁠​ the only one⁠​‌ who passed out‌‌‌ in the Andromalius‌ fight—it tracks.”

“…I‍ didn’t pass out.”⁠‍‍

“Then‍⁠​ were you just‍⁠‌ taking a nap?”​​‍

“I‍ heard you ended​‍ up full of‍‍‍ holes and barely‍‍ able to move.”‌

“But‌⁠⁠ I didn’t lose​‌‍ consciousness, at least.”⁠

Verian‌ thought about insulting‍ her, but instead,‌‌‍ he stood up​​‌ silently.

If⁠‌ he kept arguing‍ with Aria in⁠⁠‍ that state of‍‌ mind, he really​​‌ would lose his⁠‌‍ temper.

And​‍⁠ as if she‌⁠ knew, Aria didn’t‌ stop him when​ he walked away.‌⁠​

***‌

Verian‍‍​ wandered aimlessly through‍ the city.

Comparing‍⁠‍ himself to strong​‌‌ people in the⁠‌ crowd was a habit of his​ when he felt​‌ frustrated.

‘Strong.’‍‍​

‘I‌⁠ could probably beat‍ that one.’

‘Weaker‍ than Aint.’

‘I​⁠ can beat that‌‍⁠ one.’

Until,⁠ without knowing why,‍‌⁠ he stopped in‍‌ front of a general goods store.‍​​

There⁠‍ wasn’t a clear‌‍​ reason.

It‌​ was just that,⁠‌ outside the shop,​⁠​ an old, worn-out‌‍‍ sword caught his​ eye.

“Welcome!”⁠‍

“Can‍ I take a look at that‍‌​ sword?”

“Of‌​​ course.”

It‌⁠​ didn’t seem special‌‍‌ in any way.‌‌‌

But‍ without knowing why,‌⁠⁠ his hand moved⁠​ on impulse.

As⁠ he examined it,‌​ he noticed a tiny inscription on​ the blade.

“What‌ does this mean?”​

“Oh,​​ that. They say‍‌⁠ it’s in an⁠‍​ ancient script, but⁠‌‍ no one really⁠‍ knows what it​ says. There are⁠ some old documents​‌ related to it,⁠‍⁠ but they’re incomplete.”‍‌‌

“Old‌⁠‌ documents?”

“Want‍​ to see them?​ I’ve got a book inside that‍‍ talks about it.‌ Better if you‌‌‍ buy it, of​ course.”

Verian⁠ stepped into the​‌‍ store.

“This​ one.”

The​‌ owner pulled out⁠‌‍ a very old‌‌ book.

Verian‌‍​ brushed the dust‌ from the cover‍‌⁠ and opened it.‌‌‍

“There’s‌​​ absolutely noth—”

In​ that instant, his​⁠​ mind went blank.​‍​

‘…What⁠ is this?’

His⁠‍ body no longer⁠ felt like his⁠⁠‍ own.

His⁠​ thoughts no longer​ seemed his.

Like⁠ he was floating⁠‍‍ naked above the⁠ ocean, like he⁠‌ was ascending through⁠ the air.

‘……’‍

And⁠⁠‌ then, something strange—but​⁠⁠ familiar—slipped into his‌ mind.

A sensation he had⁠​⁠ experienced many times.​​‍

The‍ same one that​⁠ had already ruined‍⁠ him once.

A sticky, disgusting, vile⁠‌‌ energy.

It​ was demonic magic.⁠‍

He​ snapped back to⁠​⁠ himself in a flash.

Once,‌ when he’d become​ corrupted without realizing⁠ it.

Another,⁠‍‌ when his memories‌ had been tampered‍⁠‌ with and he⁠ repeated the same​ mistakes.

It⁠ had happened to⁠ him twice.

And‍‌​ that had made⁠ him stronger.

He‍⁠‍ activated his aura,‌ resisting the demonic‍⁠ energy trying to‌‌ invade his mind.‌⁠

His​‍ head felt like‌ it would explode.‍​⁠

His‍‌‍ insides were a mess, and he‌ ended up coughing⁠‌‌ blood.

Even⁠ so, he clenched‍‍⁠ his teeth.

Again?⁠ You want me‌‌‍ to become corrupted‍ again?

And‌‌ why is it‌‍‌ always me, damn‌​ it?

He​ fought, over and‌⁠‌ over, until finally—‍

“…You⁠‍‌ screwed me over⁠ twice! Think there’ll‍‍​ be a third‍‍ time, you bastard?!”⁠‍

Verian⁠ broke free from⁠ the attempted mental‌​⁠ manipulation.

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