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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 159

Chapter 159

The​‌ grand and majestic‌‌ hall was packed.⁠⁠

The‌‍​ seats were completely‍‍‍ occupied by spectators⁠‍ who didn’t take​ their eyes off​‌‍ the same place—the‍‍ stage, where a mage received all‌‍⁠ that attention with​ a slight bow‍‌⁠ of her head.‍⁠​

“…That‍ would be all.”​

With‍‌ a snap of‌​‍ her fingers, Rosalia‍​ made the gigantic⁠​ set of magic⁠​⁠ stones disappear into⁠‌‌ its case.

“…Ah…”‌

Sighs‌⁠ of disappointment echoed‌ from all directions.⁠⁠

It‌‍ was the clearest‌‌ proof that her‍‍ presentation had been‍‌​ perfect.

Clap,⁠​⁠ clap, clap.

The⁠ silence was immediately‍‍​ replaced by a thunderous ovation.

“I‍‍​ can’t believe something‌ like that is⁠​⁠ even possible!”

“How‌​‍ many magic stones‍ are woven together⁠​ in there?”

“Good⁠⁠​ thing they resumed‌​ the continental conference!‍‌ We almost missed​ it!”

“This‍⁠​ is a discovery⁠‍​ of the century!​‌⁠ Magic has taken​‌ another leap forward!”‍⁠

“Just​‍ a little more,‍​ please, show us‌⁠ more!”

“I‍ want to invest!”‍⁠‍

Rosalia‍‍‍ stepped down from‍ the stage without⁠⁠ responding to any⁠ of them, brushing​⁠‌ aside the dozens​​ of attempts to‌‍ stop her.

“I‍​ don’t accept additional⁠‍ investments.”

Generally,​​⁠ mages presented their​​ research at the​​ Continental Conference for‌‌ two reasons.

To⁠‌ gain prestige.

Or‍‌ to secure investments.‍​

Though‍‍ essentially, both boiled‌‍‍ down to the⁠⁠⁠ same thing—without reputation,​‍ no one would⁠​ invest.

Due⁠​‍ to the high⁠‌‍ cost of magical‍‌‍ research, few could‍ continue their studies‍‌‍ without support.

Some‌‍ were born wealthy;⁠​‌ others became professors‍ at the academy‍‌⁠ or were funded‌ by the Cult​ of the Dragon‍ God; others, by⁠⁠‍ nobles or merchants.⁠

But‍⁠ since both the‍⁠‍ academy and the‍⁠ cult had limited⁠ spots, most could​ only opt for‌ that last option.⁠

And​‍⁠ for them, the​ Continental Conference was‍‍ the ideal stage⁠‍​ to present themselves​​ to the world.‍‌

However,‍‍​ Rosalia’s case was​​‍ different.

She⁠ already had the‍‍ financial backing of​ Fernan.

And​ he didn’t want‍⁠‌ her to accept​‍‌ any more investors.‍‌⁠

What‌ Rosalia sought was‍‍‍ prestige—but not to⁠⁠ make money. Her⁠​ reason was far‍ more personal.

For⁠ her, fame was‍ merely a tool‍​ to reach her‌​‍ true goal.

“Well⁠ done.”

“It‍‌⁠ was nothing, my‌‍‌ lord.”

The​‍​ researcher who had‌⁠‌ shaken the hall‍‍​ with her presentation​ now sat in‍ a luxurious office,‍ across from the​‌ patriarch of Pellenberg.‌⁠

Not‍‍ even the imposing‍⁠‌ gaze of the⁠ giant who ruled‌⁠ the family made⁠‌ her flinch.

“Do‌⁠​ you want to‍‍​ read it? It’s‌ tomorrow’s newspaper.”

[Discovery‍​ of the Century!‍​ Rosalia Vienderk develops​‍ semi-permanent magic stone…​ shakes the Continental​‌​ Conference!]

[Duke‌ Yvon Pellenberg: “The​‌ combination of magic​ stones has great‍⁠⁠ potential and will​ affect many industries.”]‍

[High‍ efficiency! Rosalia’s magic‍​ stone convinces everyone!]‍

Rosalia​ read the headline​‍ and let out‍ a small laugh.​

“Not⁠‍ bad.”

“I‌⁠ plan to support‍ you to the​‍ fullest. In return,​​⁠ Golden Turtle will‍‍⁠ have commercial rights⁠‍ over your research.”‌‌‍

“Fernan​ already explained it‍‍ to me. I’ll‌⁠‍ also give it⁠​‍ my best.”

Fernan⁠​ had already laid‍ out the full⁠‌‌ commercial plan to​⁠‌ exploit the use⁠​ of her discoveries​ through Golden Turtle.‍

In⁠⁠‌ return, Duke Yvon⁠‌ would use the​‍ power of the​​⁠ Pellenberg family to‍​‍ support Rosalia’s academic​​ career.

“But​‌⁠ I’m not interested‌⁠​ in the wealth‌⁠ it might generate.”⁠‌

She​ had invested years⁠⁠ into her research‍ on compound magic‌⁠​ stones, but in⁠‌ reality, the object​‍ itself didn’t matter‌ much to her.​⁠​

Nor‌⁠ who used it,‍ nor who benefited.​⁠‍

What⁠​ truly mattered was​ the prestige—and the⁠‌ achievements—that would allow‍‍ her to fulfill‌‌ her real goal.‌

“I‍⁠​ asked Fernan for​ something.”

“I⁠‌​ know.”

Yvon​⁠ gently drummed the⁠​​ table.

“Becoming‍‍ a senior professor‌​​ won’t be difficult.”⁠​​

After​‌ such a presentation,⁠⁠ it would be‍‌ a disgrace to⁠​‍ Pellenberg not to⁠‌⁠ do so.

“The‌‍⁠ problem is what⁠ comes after.”

What⁠​ lay above the⁠ position of senior​​ professor.

A place not just⁠‍ anyone could aim⁠ for.

“You⁠‍ need experience, reputation,​ and skill. In⁠​​ the long term,​⁠ you’ll definitely get‍⁠ there.”

“But‌⁠‍ I want it​ as soon as‌​ possible. That’s why​‍‍ I agreed to⁠‍ work with Fernan.”‍

“Yes,‌ that’s what I was told.”

Then‍ there was only‍ one path.

“You‍ must build a tower of accomplishments​⁠‌ that no one‌‍ can question.”

Which⁠‍​ meant—

“First,‌⁠‍ you must become‌​⁠ an Archmage.”

An‌‌ Archmage—one of the‌ ten greatest mages⁠ on the continent,‌‌ appointed directly by‌‍⁠ the Pope of​ the Cult of​ the Dragon God.‍‌⁠

“Do‍⁠​ you think you⁠‌ can do it?”​‍​

“If​‍‍ necessary, of course‍ I’ll achieve it.”‍

In​‍‍ fact, she had‍ recently reached a small milestone.

Rosalia‍​ nodded calmly.

***⁠​

“…And⁠ this all of​ a sudden?”

Aint⁠ quickly dried off​‌​ and came out⁠​​ after showering.

He⁠‌⁠ had been training‌​⁠ and was now‍​ in the reception​ room of Ravidus​ Hall.

This⁠ time, he wasn’t​ there as a visitor but as​‌‌ the host.

And​ that felt strange.​​

“Aria?”​​

But⁠​ the person who‍⁠​ had called him⁠ didn’t say anything.‌‌⁠

She​⁠ had her head​‍ down.

What⁠ was going on?‌​⁠

“What⁠​⁠ is it, Aria?”‌

Aria​ lifted her face.‍

Her‌​ expression, once serious,​ now bore a smile as if⁠​ nothing had happened.​‍‍

“This?”​

It‍ was a newspaper.​‍‍

[Throughout‌ the Elector Princes’⁠‍‌ meeting, Fridian was‌ constantly ignored…]

An​​‌ article about Fridian.​

“They​‍⁠ scorned us even‍ at the princes’‍‍​ meeting…”

“…Ah.”‍​

Aint​ didn’t know what​ to say.

Any‍⁠ words would sound‌⁠ hollow.

“I⁠ expected it. What⁠⁠ they’ve done to⁠‍ us until now​⁠ wasn’t going to‌⁠⁠ change in a day. But I didn’t think they’d‍⁠ ignore us so⁠ much that we’d⁠​ end up in‍ the newspaper.”

Aria​​‌ pursed her lips.⁠‌​

Aint​⁠‍ lowered his head​⁠‍ even more.

“……”‍‌⁠

“……”‌​⁠

The​​​ silence grew heavy,⁠‍​ until Aint spoke,⁠ cautiously.

“…Are‌ you okay?”

“Of‍ course. I’m fine.”​

She‍ smiled even more.​‍

“I⁠‍ already told you‌‌ I expected it.⁠⁠​ It’s not the⁠‍ first time.”

Her‌​ words were different​ than before.

“That’s⁠‍⁠ why I came‌⁠ to see you.”‍

“To​‌‌ me?”

“Yes.‍‌ Seeing you calms‌​ me down.”

When‌ the war against‌‌⁠ the demons begins,‌‌ Aint will become​ a hero.

Armian​ will rise again.​‌‌

But‌ will the balance‌⁠ of power in​‍ the empire remain‍​ the same?

No.‍ When the powerful⁠​ change, everything shakes.​

And‍ that will be‌ Fridian’s great opportunity.‌​

“Aint.”⁠‌‌

“Yes?”‌​‍

“We’re⁠​ friends, right?”

“Friends?”​

“I‌​‌ want to help‌ you with everything‍ I’ve got.”

“…Thank​ you.”

“So⁠ don’t forget me,⁠‌ okay?”

“Huh?”‍​⁠

That​‌ was the reason‍​ Aria had come​‍​ to see him‌⁠‌ as soon as⁠‌⁠ she read the‍‍ news.

She⁠‌ wanted to make‌‌‌ sure she was‌‌​ on the right⁠‌ path.

And—‌

‘If‌⁠‍ my brother sees⁠​ this article…’

She’d​‍⁠ feel even more⁠⁠​ insecure if she​ didn’t do something.⁠⁠

That’s⁠ why Aria smiled‌​ more brightly than⁠‌‌ ever.

***‌‍

[Golden‌ Turtle signs cooperation⁠⁠‌ contract with Rosalia⁠ Vienderk.]

A few days after⁠ Professor Rosalia presented​‌⁠ her research at​ the Continental Research⁠​ Conference, her father⁠‌ officially announced the​‌‍ acquisition of exploitation⁠​​ rights over her​ project.

“I‍‍⁠ hear it, Hyde.‌​ I hear it⁠‌‍ clearly.”

“You‍ mean the sound​ of money?”

“No…‌‍ the sound of‍​ waves of money​‌​ approaching!”

With⁠ Aint’s money, Fernan‌⁠ had placed shackles‍‍ on Aint himself.‌​

And​⁠ after years of⁠‍‌ investment, the results⁠ were finally beginning​​⁠ to show.

If‍​​ only every day⁠⁠​ were like this.⁠‌​

“But‌⁠⁠ there’s something more⁠⁠‌ important in the‌​ paper.”

“Nothing⁠‌ is more important‌ than making money.​ After living for‍‌‍ years as a Pellenberg, don’t you⁠ know your priorities?”⁠⁠

[The‍ Elector Princes’ meeting‍ concluded yesterday. No‌‍⁠ visible achievements were‍​ made.]

Though⁠​ Fernan wasn’t entirely‍ wrong, the headline​⁠ that came right‍⁠ after the business⁠​ announcement was, indeed,⁠​‌ about the meeting⁠⁠⁠ of the Elector​ Princes.

And​‌‍ just as Fernan⁠ had predicted, everything‌​ unfolded according to‌⁠ his analysis.

With⁠​ the future where⁠​ Kimaris and Decarabia‌ destroyed the empire‌ now erased, the‍ Elector Princes had‌ lost focus and​​⁠ became entangled in‍​​ internal conflicts.

As‌⁠ expected, no concrete​‍‌ agreement was reached.⁠⁠​ Only a vague‍‍​ consensus: we must⁠​⁠ form an alliance.‌‍

“Looks‌ like coordinating everything‌‌ will still take​‍‌ time. Hopefully, the‍‍‌ corrupt won’t make⁠‍‌ a move in‍⁠⁠ the meantime.”

“If⁠⁠ they stayed still,⁠‌ they wouldn’t be‍ demons.”

“You’re⁠‌‍ right.”

However,‌​ as if most⁠⁠ of their plans​⁠‌ had been thwarted,⁠ the demons’ movements‍‍‍ were surprisingly scarce.‍

Aside‌​ from two more‍ infiltration attempts at⁠‍ the academy before‌‍⁠ the end of‍ the first semester,‍⁠‍ nothing significant happened.‍

The‌‍‍ prophecies had also⁠⁠ changed.

[Formation⁠‌⁠ of a continental​ alliance between the​⁠⁠ Empire and the​​ Ten Kingdoms!]

[The​ alliance will continue‌‌‌ until the demons⁠ are completely eradicated.]​⁠

“An‌‍‌ alliance led by​‍ Schwaben was finally‌⁠‌ established.”

— After the fall​ of Bercheff, Schwaben‍ became the new‌ frontline. They had‌‌ no choice but⁠ to act.

“If​ only this had​​‌ happened from the‍ start…”

But‍​ now, Bercheff hadn’t​‌ fallen.

Schwaben⁠ wasn’t under pressure,‌ and the frontal‍ threat had been‍​​ avoided.

[A⁠⁠ revolution breaks out​⁠​ in the Kingdom‌ of Esrin, which⁠​ borders the Altrierc‍​ frontier county, separated‍ by a lake.​⁠

A new king has‌‍‌ taken the throne.]​​

Aint’s‍​ expression hardened as⁠​ he read that‍​​ news.

During‌ the revolution, there‍​⁠ had been rumors⁠​ that monsters had‍‌‌ ravaged part of‌‍ the kingdom.

“Were‍​‌ the corrupt involved?”‍‍⁠

— It can’t be​⁠ ruled out.

But‌​‍ beyond suspicion, there⁠⁠ was nothing they‍​ could do at‍ the moment.

Even‍‌​ so, those predictions​ no longer carried‍ much weight.

In​ this changed future—‌‌

Bercheff​ had not been⁠ destroyed, so Schwaben​ didn’t feel threatened.‍‍

In⁠⁠ Valerich, no demon‍‌ had descended, so‌‍ the crown prince​​ of Esrin didn’t​‍​ die and there​ was no revolution.⁠⁠⁠

‘But‍​​ that doesn’t mean‌‌ they’re useless.’

Although⁠ those were the⁠⁠​ main threats that​‌ had been removed,‌​ they weren’t the⁠ only useful entries⁠‍​ in the prophecy‌‌⁠ book.

Locations‍​ of minor elixirs.⁠

Locations⁠‌ of small mineral‌‌ veins.

Locations⁠​ of ancient relics‌ of the First‌ Emperor.

And‍⁠ much other “minor”‍​ information useful for⁠​‍ making money kept‍⁠ Fernan quite busy.‍‌

Thus‍​ passed the calmest⁠⁠⁠ days since he⁠⁠​ obtained the book.‍

***⁠⁠

“The​​​ final exam is‌‌‌ over!”

“Hooray!⁠‌ Break time starts!”‍‌‌

“Wow,‍ Fernan’s back to‍⁠⁠ number one again.”⁠

“Luina’s​⁠​ a monster. Even⁠ Almon can’t beat​ her…”

[Magic‌‌ Department Rankings – Year 3, 1st​ Semester]

[First‌⁠‌ Place – Fernan‌‌ Pellenberg

Second‌ – Ludger Schwaben⁠‌

Third‌‍ – Carlo Deneb…]‌‍‍

[Knight‍​‌ Department Rankings – Year 3, 1st‌‌‍ Semester]

[First‌​‍ Place – Luina‌⁠​ Bercheff

Second‌​‌ – Almon Donertz‍

Third⁠ – Alia…]

Fernan​‌ reclaimed the top​ spot thanks to‍​ his written exams—and​ thanks to Luina,‌⁠ who carried him⁠ to the top.‌

Thus‍⁠ ended the first⁠‍ semester of the‍​​ third year.

And‍ the summer break​​⁠ began.

***‍

“…Again.”‍‍⁠

[Magic‍ Department Rankings – Year 3, 1st‍ Semester]

[First​‌ Place – Fernan​⁠⁠ Pellenberg

Second⁠‌‍ – Ludger Schwaben‌

Third​‍⁠ – Carlo Deneb…]‍

Carlo‌ had to hold​⁠‍ back the urge‍⁠ to smash the​ bulletin board.

This⁠‍⁠ time, he hadn’t⁠ just lost to⁠ Fernan—Ludger had surpassed‌ him too.

‘Why?’‌

He​‍ knew the reason.‍​‌ In terms of​ pure magical talent,​​ he was the‍ best of the‍‌ three.

And‍ yet, he was‌⁠⁠ in third place.‍

All⁠⁠ because of the‍​⁠ assigned partners.

Luina⁠ Bercheff had become‌‌ even more monstrous‌ upon reaching her‌⁠​ third year.

Almon,‌‌‍ though not on⁠⁠‌ Luina’s level, had​ also improved significantly.‍‍

And‍⁠ Ludger, for some‌ reason, seemed to‌‌⁠ be at his‌ peak.

His​ skill had risen​‍‍ to the point‍ of catching up‍‍ to Carlo.

Carlo‌​‌ was a brilliant‌ mage.

His‍ goal had always‍‍‍ been to become‍ an Archmage.

And‍ every Archmage who⁠‍​ had graduated from​‌‍ the academy had‌‌ never lost the​⁠ top spot while⁠‌ they were there.‌‍​

“…I⁠⁠⁠ can’t go on​​ like this.”

His‍⁠​ determination to reclaim​​‍ first place with⁠⁠ pride had vanished.‌‌

Only‌‌​ anxiety remained.

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