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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 158

Chapter 158

Maybe⁠​‌ because of the‍⁠​ lingering demonic magic‍​‌ rattling his mind,‍ Verian let out​‍ a groan at‌‍​ the stabbing pain⁠‌‌ that pierced through‍‍​ him, as if⁠ his head were‍ about to explode.⁠‍

“You‌ filthy damned corrupt!​‌ You think I’m​⁠ easy?!”

Even⁠ so, he clenched​‌ his teeth and‍‍​ raised his aura.⁠‌‍

An​‍‍ uncontrollable fury boiled⁠‌ inside him.

Why‍​⁠ was he the​​‍ one who had​⁠ been attacked twice?​‍⁠

Why⁠​ did he have​ to face it​ a third time?‌‌⁠

“How‍‍ dare you try​ to brainwash me…?”⁠⁠

“I‍‍​ hate your kind!”‌

The​ first time he‍ was contaminated by​ demonic magic, he​​​ ended up as‍​​ Fernan’s servant.

The⁠‌ second time, he‍‌⁠ was tortured with​‍ water by that‍​ so-called saint.

And‌⁠​ even though it‍ all eventually led‍​​ him to meet⁠‍‍ Fernan and Aint,‍‍​ it wasn’t like‍​ he could be​ thankful for it.​

Besides,⁠‌⁠ it’s not like‌​‌ the corrupt had⁠⁠ done it for​⁠ his sake.

A gray aura burst⁠‌‌ out around him.‌‍

“Die!”‍‌​

The​‌ blow went straight​‌⁠ for the corrupt’s‍ neck.

But​‍ just then…

“……!”​

An‍​ overwhelming pressure filled‌‍ the space.

Both​⁠​ Verian and the⁠‌‍ corrupt froze in‍ place.

“Well‌⁠‍ done, student Verian.”⁠

Creak.‌

The​⁠ old shop door⁠ opened.

“Thanks‌‍ to you, we‌ were able to⁠‌‍ detect demonic magic.”​⁠

“…Mr.⁠⁠ Rector?”

It‍‍ was the rector‌​ of the Academy.⁠

“What‌​ a pain. No⁠​ matter how much‍‌⁠ we hunt them‍⁠‍ down, there are⁠‍ always more hiding.⁠ They’ve got more⁠ lives than cockroaches.”‍‍​

He⁠​ extended his hand.⁠⁠

The​ corrupt’s body was​⁠ dragged toward his⁠‌ palm like drawn‌​​ by a magnet.‍

“Kh…!”​‌

The‌‍ corrupt groaned in⁠ pain.

“Come⁠ on, tell me.⁠‌‍ How many more​​⁠ like you are‌​ inside this Academy?”​​​

“You‌‍ think I’ll answer​ you?”

“You‌⁠‌ will. Or you’ll‍​ die.”

“This‍ is a sacrifice​ for the sake⁠ of the Great​‍ Ones! I do⁠​ not fear death!”​⁠‍

Suddenly,​⁠​ the body of⁠ the supposed shop‌‌ owner—the corrupt—began to⁠⁠​ swell.

“They⁠‌ say corrupts tend⁠⁠ to commit suicide​ through explosion. Looks‍ like Fernan was⁠ right.”

But‍ tell me, do⁠⁠ you really know‌‌ who’s standing in‍ front of you?​

The‌⁠ rector’s magical energy‍⁠‌ burst forth violently.​

His⁠ brutal mana crushed‌‌​ the demonic magic⁠⁠‍ and forcibly interrupted⁠‌ its flow.

The‌​‌ corrupt’s body, which​⁠ was about to‌ explode, returned to​‌‌ its original form.‍‌​

“I‌‍ didn’t give you​ permission to die.”⁠‍‌

The​ rector smiled.

“…Foolishness.”‍‌⁠

The​ corrupt sneered.

“The⁠⁠⁠ Great Ones have‌ granted me that⁠ permission. So what​ if you don’t?⁠​​ What can you‌ do about it?”​

“I‌‌‌ can stop your​‌ suicide, for one…”​⁠‍

But​ at that moment,‍‌​ the book Verian​‌​ was holding in⁠ his hands began‍ to burn.

“What…?”‍‌

Startled⁠​​ by the black‍‌ flames, Verian threw⁠⁠‌ the book.

But​​ it was too⁠ late.

From‍‌‌ within the flames,⁠‍​ a massive surge​ of demonic energy​ burst forth, distorting‍‍ the rector’s spatial‍⁠ control.

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

And‍ this time, the‌⁠⁠ process was twice​‌‌ as fast.

─!‍​⁠

The‌‌‍ explosion was instant.‍​⁠

The‌‍​ rector didn’t manage​​ to stop the‌‍​ suicide.

He​ barely managed to​​ contain the blast⁠⁠​ so it wouldn’t​ destroy everything around‌‌⁠ them.

The‌⁠ corrupt’s body left‍⁠ no corpse, only‌ disintegrated into black​‍​ dust carried away​​ by the wind.‍⁠

“…He​‍ beat us. And‌​‌ the book?”

The​ rector checked the‌⁠​ charred remains of⁠​‍ the book but‍⁠​ found nothing useful.‌

“Are⁠⁠ you alright?”

“…Yes.​‌‌ Thanks to you.”‍‍​

Verian‌‌​ was panting, trying​‍‍ to catch his​⁠ breath.

***​‍

“Stay​ away.”

His​ body was trembling.‌

It‌​‍ wasn’t fear. Verian‌⁠ didn’t get scared‌⁠​ by something of⁠ that level.

“Don’t​​ come near me!”‌⁠

It​‌ was pure instinct.‍ A reaction etched‌‌ into memory. And​ no wonder—it wasn’t‍‍ exactly a good​‍ memory.

“Sorry,‍‌​ but that won’t‌⁠⁠ be possible.”

Jace⁠ approached with a gentle smile.

“You‌⁠⁠ yourself said that‍‍​ demonic magic entered‌ your body.”

“But​ I expelled it⁠‍ with my aura!”⁠⁠

“Are‍ you completely sure‍ about that?”

“I‌⁠⁠ am! Of course‍‌‍ I am!”

“Many⁠‌​ people make the‍ mistake of thinking‍ that what they‌⁠‌ believe is always⁠‍ true.”

“It’s‌‍‍ not a mistake!”‌‍⁠

“Then‍⁠ you have nothing​ to fear, right?⁠‌ We just need​‌ to check.”

Jace⁠ brought out a demonic magic detection‍‍​ artifact.

But‌ Verian’s eyes weren’t⁠⁠ on him.

They​ were on Fernan‌ and Aint, watching​⁠⁠ from the back⁠‍⁠ as they sipped‌⁠ tea, completely indifferent.​‌

“I⁠⁠ just have to​‌‍ do this?”

“Aint⁠‌‌ will personally verify‌​​ it.”

“Show‍​‌ him the inside‍‍ of my body…?”‍‍⁠

“There​⁠‌ are corrupts who⁠​ can’t be detected⁠⁠​ by the Church’s⁠ artifacts. You know​ that well.”

“No,​​‌ I didn’t.”

“Then⁠​⁠ consider it a lesson.”

‘Damn⁠⁠‌ it…’

Verian‌‌‍ cursed silently, but‍​ there was no​⁠ escape.

It⁠ deeply unsettled him⁠​​ that Aint would‍‍‍ be the one⁠ to inspect his​⁠ interior, but he‌‌ couldn’t deny he‍‌⁠ felt a bit⁠​⁠ uneasy himself.

Had⁠ he really expelled‍‌⁠ all the demonic​​‍ magic?

In​ the end, he​ held out his​​​ hand.

“Just​‍​ do it quickly.”⁠‌

“Don’t‍ say it like‍ you’re doing me⁠ a favor.”

Aint’s‌​ energy entered his‍‍‌ body.

He⁠⁠ felt immense disgust‌⁠​ at the foreign⁠​‍ magic coursing through⁠ him, but he‍‌ clenched his teeth‍​​ and shut his‍‍ eyes.

The‍ result didn’t take‌⁠ long.

“There’s‌‌ not a trace​ of demonic magic.”‍​

“Are‌‍​ you serious, Aint?”​​‍

“Yes.‌​ It’s true.”

Hearing⁠​‌ that, the saint‍ sighed in disappointment​‌ and put away‍⁠ the vial of​‌ holy water.

“…What’s‌​⁠ that face of​​ yours supposed to‍​⁠ mean?”

“My‍⁠​ face?”

The‍ saint kept smiling‌⁠‍ gently.

“But‍‍ beyond that—Verian, congratulations.”‌​‍

“Eh?​ What are you‌⁠ talking about now?”‌⁠‌

“You’ve​‌ broken through the‌ barrier.”

At​ those words, Verian‍​ frowned.

“I’ve‌ broken… what?”

He​⁠​ looked at himself.‍‌​

And​⁠ then, he understood.​⁠​

Aint’s⁠‍ words were true.⁠‌‍

‘When‌ did it happen?’⁠⁠

He‍⁠ could only think‌‍ of one moment—when‍‍ he resisted the‌⁠ corrupt’s mental manipulation‍⁠​ with all his​ strength.

His‌​ body had been⁠ a mess, but​‍⁠ through sheer will‌⁠ to not be‌ possessed again, he⁠ had unified his​ aura and consciousness.⁠​‌

‘Was​ it then…?’

He’d⁠‌‍ been so wrecked⁠​ inside that he‍ hadn’t been able‍‌ to analyze his​​ condition until now.‌

‘I​ feel an overwhelming​⁠ power.’

His‍ understanding of swordsmanship⁠‌ and aura control⁠‍ had become far⁠ sharper.

A strong wave of⁠ competitiveness surged within‌ him.

“Aint,⁠‌ let’s go.”

He‌ wanted to test‍​ it. To see‍ what his new⁠‌ level was.

Maybe,‍‌ just maybe, now⁠ he could fight​ on equal footing.‌‌⁠

“Whenever⁠‍​ you’re ready.”

Aint​​⁠ didn’t decline.

“…Damn‌ it.”

Verian⁠ added three more​‌⁠ defeats to his‍⁠⁠ record.

***‍

“There’s‌ something strange.”

“I‌‍ think so too.”⁠

At⁠⁠‌ Aint’s comment, Fernan⁠‍ nodded.

The​ corrupt were experts​⁠​ at concealing demonic⁠⁠ magic—to the point‌⁠⁠ that even the‍ rector had admitted​‌‍ his limits and‍⁠​ consulted Aint in​‌ the past.

From‌‍⁠ that perspective, too‌ many things were​‌‍ off in this⁠⁠ case.

That​⁠‌ they had approached​ Verian, someone with​‌​ a direct connection​‌ to Aint… That⁠‌​ they exposed themselves​ just when the​‌ rector was more​⁠ alert than ever…‌‍⁠

“Do‍ you think they‌ did it on​⁠‍ purpose?”

But​‍⁠ even if it‍ was intentional, some​‌ things didn’t add‌‍‍ up.

“If⁠‍ they did it‍⁠​ intending to be​ discovered, what would‍​ they gain from‌⁠ it?”

Nothing.‌⁠

Usually,‍⁠ when you sacrifice​‍ something, you expect‍ to gain something‍‌⁠ else in return.​

Give‌ meat to get‌‌ bone, as the​⁠​ saying goes.

But​‍⁠ this time, the‌⁠‌ corrupt self-destructed without‍‌​ getting any bone‌‌ in return.

That⁠ only made things⁠‍ more confusing.

“What‍ if we think⁠ in reverse?”

“Reverse?”​

Jace,⁠​ who had been​ listening silently, proposed‌ a different possibility.‌​‌

“It’s​ not that they‌⁠​ wanted to be⁠​ discovered.

It’s‌‍ that they tried‍‍⁠ not to be,​⁠⁠ but failed.”

And‌ from that perspective,‌ everything made more​‍ sense.

Verian​‍ Kalburdern was the​ direct heir of‍​ one of the‍ Empire’s most prestigious⁠ houses.

And​‍ he had direct‌ contact with Aint​​‌ and Fernan—the two⁠‌‌ most feared targets​ by the corrupt.‌

If⁠ they could turn​‍‌ him into one‌ of them, it​ would be the⁠ perfect infiltration.

“Verian‍‌ was already corrupted‌⁠​ once, and they‌ failed. If they​‍ could turn him⁠‌ again this time,‍ they would’ve achieved‍⁠ the impossible.”

Fernan‌ had explained to‌ Jace that Verian​ had once been‌ corrupted.

Maybe‌ that’s why Jace⁠ wasn’t so surprised.‍⁠ He had purified​⁠‍ him once before,‍‌ after all.

“Right.​‍ If they turned‌ him again, it​ would be a direct blow to‍ our core.”

“And‍‍ they failed this​‍‌ time. Since they’d‍⁠ succeeded twice already,‌ maybe they thought‌​‌ it would be‌‌ easy. That they‍‍⁠ could do it​‌ quietly.”

Verian,⁠‌ who had been​‍‍ listening silently, suddenly‌‍ exploded.

“I​⁠ didn’t even become‍ a corrupt that‍‌‌ one time!”

“Shut⁠ up, you were‍‍ used twice already.”‌⁠

“You⁠ damn maniac! People​‍⁠ should know you‍⁠ torture innocent folks​ with water!”

“I​‍ purified him. It​‌‌ was just a minor discomfort in​ the process.”

The‍‍‍ saint made the‍ sign of the​‍⁠ cross and murmured​‌‌ a brief prayer.‌‌‌

“Luina,‌ what do you⁠ think?”

“The⁠⁠ saint’s theory makes​ the most sense.⁠‌⁠ If not, why⁠‍​ would the corrupt‌⁠‌ self-destruct? They got‌ nothing out of⁠‍⁠ it.”

“And‍‌ you, Aint?”

“I⁠‌⁠ think the same.⁠​ It’s the most​ probable explanation.”

“I⁠​‌ agree.”

“Me‍ too.”

The​‌⁠ truth was, they‍‌‍ couldn’t think of⁠⁠‍ any other possibility.⁠‌​

And‌‌‍ when that happened,​​ the simplest explanation​ was usually the⁠ right one.

“The‍‌ corrupt might try​⁠ to approach you‍​ after this. Stay⁠⁠ alert.”

“We‌‌⁠ will.”

“Yes.”⁠‍⁠

“Of⁠‍‍ course.”

The⁠‌‌ meeting ended, and⁠‌‌ one by one,⁠​‌ they began leaving⁠‌​ the secret room.‌‍

As‌⁠​ he watched them⁠​ go, Fernan remained‍‍ behind with a certain sense of‌‌ emotion.

Luina,‌​‍ Jace, Aria, Verian,⁠⁠ and Aint.

Not‍​‍ long ago, it⁠​‌ seemed like all⁠‍ that awaited him‍⁠‍ was ruin.

And⁠⁠ now, he stood⁠ shoulder to shoulder‍ with people whose‍‍‌ names were already‍‌⁠ appearing in the⁠⁠ prophecy book, fighting​ against demons.

A year ago, he‌‌‌ wouldn’t have imagined⁠‌ it.

‘But⁠ it’s still not⁠‌​ enough.’

Even‍⁠​ though Timon Baertz,‍⁠‍ that weirdo, had​‌​ recently joined, it‌​⁠ was still too‌‌ little if Aint‌‍ wanted to form‌‌‌ a real force.‍⁠

‘We‍‍‌ need to gather⁠‌​ more.’

Especially‌‍ those named in‍ the prophecy as‌​‌ the strongest.

‘First,‌⁠‍ Varus.’

Varus​ was one of​‌​ the companions named​‍ in the book.‍

A trustworthy mercenary—straightforward, greedy,​​ but principled.

“Aint,‍ when is Varus‍ coming back?”

“He⁠‌⁠ said he’s returning⁠‍‌ next semester.”

Not​​ bad, but not‌ ideal either.

‘Varus⁠​ will become his‌‍‌ companion anyway. He​‌‌ saved his life,‌ so that won’t​ change.’

But⁠⁠ Fernan wanted more.‌

He⁠‌‌ wanted allies who,‍‍ even if they​​‌ weren’t in the‍​‌ book, were worth⁠‌ it.

Like,‍ for example—

‘Someone‌‍ like Ludger…’

Schwaben‍​ and Armian couldn’t​⁠ coexist.

But​⁠⁠ only because both‌ wanted the throne.‌‌⁠

What⁠ if Ludger gave​ up his interest‍​‌ in the crown?⁠​⁠

‘What‌⁠⁠ if the Grand⁠‍⁠ Principality of Schwaben⁠​​ directly supported Armian?’‍‌​

Schwaben⁠‌ was the most‍‌‌ powerful of the‍ seven electors.

If‌⁠ Ludger lent even‌‌ part of that‍⁠⁠ power to help‍ Aint, the situation‌‌ would shift drastically.‌‍

‘For⁠ that, Ludger needs‍​⁠ more pressure. Maybe⁠‌​ if the first‍‍⁠ prince asserts himself​‌ a bit more‍‍ at the prince-elector‌ meeting…’

At​⁠ that moment, Hyde​⁠ entered the room.‍‍

“Young‍‍⁠ master.”

“What‌‌ is it?”

“You⁠ should see this.”‍⁠‌

It‌ was a newspaper.​

【Discovery‌‌‍ of the century!‌‌⁠ Rosalia Vienderk develops‍⁠‍ semi-permanent magic stone⁠⁠⁠ — shakes the​‌ Continental Research Conference!】⁠⁠

【Duke⁠‌ Yvon Pellenberg declares:‍‍ ‘Magic stone combinations‍ are worth studying.‌‍ They will affect​‍⁠ many fields.’】

【Rosalia’s‌⁠ magic stone shows⁠ surprising efficiency!】

“…She​⁠‍ did it!”

Fernan​‍ jumped to his‍‍‍ feet, pushing the⁠ chair back in​‍​ excitement.

“Yes!”‍‍⁠

Rosalia‌‌ had finally done​‌⁠ it.

“Now‌‌ it’s time to‍‌‌ make money!”

At‌​‌ last, his long-term‌ investment was starting​​ to pay off.⁠⁠⁠

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