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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 160

Chapter 160

The​ semester had ended.​‍⁠

The‍​‌ academy went on⁠ break, and the‌ students began leaving‍‍‌ the dormitories.

“Then‌⁠⁠ I’ll head off‍‍ first. If anything​ happens, please contact​⁠ me immediately.”

“Alright.⁠⁠ I wish you‌ the best.”

“Yes,⁠ thank you.”

Aint⁠​‌ departed immediately for​⁠ his family estate.⁠⁠

He⁠‌ needed to convince​‌​ his father to‍⁠‍ break the long-standing‍⁠ silence.

He‍‌​ had already taken‌⁠‌ the loan, and⁠ there was no⁠ turning back.

“I’ll‍ head home too,​⁠‍ Fernan.”

Luina‌​ also returned to​‍ her home.

Although‌⁠‌ the Bercheff region​‍ was beginning to‍‌‍ show signs of⁠ recovery thanks to​ a massive investment‍‌ from the Pellenbergs,​⁠ that wasn’t the‌ main reason.

“After​ the battle against‌​ the mercenary king​ and the demons,​⁠⁠ I learned a lot. I managed‍ to break through‌ a wall, but​ I still have‌‌‌ a long way​⁠‌ to go. I’ll⁠ receive guidance from‌ my father during‌​ the break.”

“Don’t‌‍ overdo it.”

“Yeah.‍‌​ I don’t want‍⁠ to fall behind‌‌ again if I face a demon.”‌⁠‍

Even​ though Bercheff was⁠ no longer an‍ Elector family, they⁠ still retained direct⁠ teleportation access, so‌ she returned immediately,⁠​ without complications.

‘What‌⁠ an ironic situation.’‍

Fridian,⁠‍‌ which had recently​​‌ regained Elector status,​‌‌ still didn’t have‍ a direct teleportation⁠‍ circle, while Bercheff,​‍ which had lost‍‌‍ that status, still⁠‍ did.

“Then,​ senior… you’ll come​‌ with me, right?”⁠

Fernan‍​ didn’t return home.‌​​

He‌​​ had a pending‍⁠ promise with Aria.‌

“To‍ be honest, I didn’t have anything​‌‍ holding me back.”​⁠‍

“And⁠​⁠ that’s why you’re‍​ not going back?”‌​⁠

He⁠‍‍ had begun seriously‍⁠ investigating Adolf Fridian,‍ but the task‍ wasn’t going as⁠‌​ well as expected.‍⁠

Not‍ only because it‌​ was being concealed⁠​ skillfully, but because‍⁠​ snooping around an​ Elector family wasn’t⁠‍‍ easy.

And‌ if he were⁠‍ caught, it could​​ explode into a major scandal.

He​⁠‍ hadn’t found anything‍ conclusive.

And‌ he still couldn’t‍‌ say for sure‌ whether Adolf was​ a corrupt.

“No,‌​​ on the contrary.​‌‌ That’s exactly why​ I will go.”‍

Even‌ without proof, Fernan​‌‌ decided to act.‌

There​​​ were too many‍ suspicious signs.

‘If‍​‍ we ignore this⁠‍⁠ and it really⁠‍ is the work‌‍​ of demons…’

If⁠ Fridian fell into‍‌ the hands of‌⁠ the corrupt, the‌​‌ Empire would crumble‍⁠ from within.

That‌‌ he absolutely couldn’t​​‌ allow.

‘Even‌ if it ends‌ up being for‍​ nothing, it’s fine.’‌‌‍

If​⁠⁠ it turned out⁠​‍ there was nothing,‌ he’d simply charge​ a good price​‌ for his efforts.‌‌ So either way,⁠‍ he wouldn’t lose‍‍ anything.

“For​ now, we’ll use​​ the closest teleportation‌ circle.”

Direct‌ circles were privileges​‌ of the Elector​‌‌ Princes, but the‌ academy had portals‍⁠ connected to several‍ major cities.

It⁠‍⁠ was the same‌ method they used​⁠‌ to search for‌ the World Tree⁠​ branch.

“What‍ I don’t understand‍‍‍ is why I’m​‌⁠ involved in this?”​

“Because​‍​ you have to‌ pay the price​‌ of the elixirs,⁠‌⁠ senior.”

“……”‌​⁠

Fernan,​‍ Aria, Hyde, and​‍‌ Gismond traveled together​‍⁠ along the main‍‍‌ road on horseback.‍‍‌

Alongside⁠ them marched several​‌ dozen elves—escorts that‌ Fernan insisted on,‍ just in case⁠​ of a corrupt​‌ attack.

“Tell​‍⁠ me about this‍‌⁠ Adolf Fridian.”

“Adolf‌​‍ Fridian? That’s the⁠⁠​ name of the‍⁠​ guy who’s working⁠ with demons?”

“Yes.‌‍ Do you know⁠‍ him?”

“No,​ but the name‍‌ bothers me.”

“Senior,‍‌‌ please, silence.”

“…Mmm.”​

Under​⁠ Aria’s murderous gaze,‍‍ Gismond averted his‌ eyes and shut‍‍⁠ his mouth.

“What⁠​ did you say‍‌‌ earlier?”

“I​ asked you to⁠ tell me about⁠​‌ Adolf Fridian.”

“Don’t‍ you already know⁠ everything?”

“I’m‍‌ not good enough​⁠ to uncover the⁠​‍ secrets that a direct line of​​ an Elector family‌ works so hard​ to hide. And‌ above all, I trust more in‍ what someone who’s​‍‌ observed him closely‌ can tell me.”‌​

That​​ gave Aria a strange but pleasant⁠ feeling.

“Adolf‌⁠​ is seven years‍‌​ older than me.”​‌

“I​‍‌ know he’s twenty-eight.⁠ He never lost‌ first place in​⁠ the Knight Department​‍ during his time‍​ at the academy.”‍‌

“That’s​‍‌ right. He was⁠ the pride of‌⁠​ Fridian. Still is.”⁠

He‌ won every jousting‍​‌ competition from his⁠⁠ second year onward.‌

He‍​ only lost in‌‌‌ the Unification Tournament‍​‍ held alongside the‍⁠ magic conference, and⁠‌‍ that was because‌​ the winner of​​​ that tournament was​‌ an absolute monster‍⁠​ who is now‍‍ the youngest professor​ at the academy.‌

“I‍ asked Professor Rosalia‍‌ if she knew‍ him, but she​‌ didn’t have anything​‍‌ to say.”

Fernan⁠​⁠ then realized that​‍‌ Rosalia had zero‌ interest in anyone‍‌ but herself.

“In​ terms of swordsmanship,‍ he’s among the​​⁠ top five in‌‍ the whole family.‌ Currently, he’s the‍ sub-commander of the‌‍⁠ Guardian Tree Order.”​‌

“The​ best knight order‌ in Fridian, right?”⁠⁠

Though‍‍‌ spiritists were more⁠⁠⁠ common in Fridian,​⁠⁠ that order was⁠‌ respected even on‌ a continental level.‍​‌

Becoming‍⁠‌ sub-commander at just‌ twenty-eight was a sign of exceptional‌‍​ talent.

“And‍ his personality?”

“He’s‌ proud of his⁠ skill. He’s considerate‍‌​ of others. Sometimes​ a bit hot-headed,​ but never out‍⁠⁠ of line.”

“Anything‌ else?”

“He’s‍⁠ straightforward and takes​⁠ initiative. Also somewhat​‌ ambitious. He earned​‍‌ his current position​ by defeating the​ former sub-commander in‌‌ combat, which is​‌ well known.”

“He⁠‌ certainly doesn’t lack‍⁠ ambition.”

Aria⁠‌ nodded.

“Still,‌ I think he’s‍⁠ basically a good‌ person. Of course…​⁠⁠ if it turns​ out he sided​‍‍ with the corrupt,‌‌ that changes everything.”​‍

No‌​ matter the discrimination,‌ could someone who‌ helped destroy humanity⁠​ truly be called​‌​ good?

“It’s‍⁠⁠ still just a suspicion.”

“Let’s‍‍ hope it stays​​ that way.”

If‍⁠‌ it were confirmed​‍ that Adolf was‍‍ working with the‍ corrupt—and that became⁠​ public—what would happen‍‌‍ to Fridian?

“I‍‍​ can imagine. Everything⁠⁠ Fridian has worked​ for would collapse.”⁠​

“I​⁠​ don’t even want⁠⁠ to think about​⁠ it…”

Aria‌​ shook her head⁠‌‌ vigorously, as if‌​ just the thought‍‍ gave her chills.‍

“Oh,​ by the way.‍‌⁠ I think we​‌ elves are superior‌ to humans.”

“Uh,‍ that sounds very​​‌ close to—”

“Careful​⁠‍ what you say.”​

It⁠‍​ wasn’t a lie.‍

Elves⁠‌ were born with‍‌⁠ greater magical sensitivity⁠⁠ than humans.

But‌‌​ in an empire⁠ where most were‍ human, saying that‌ out loud was​‌‌ risky.

And⁠⁠ Aria didn’t just‌‌ think it—she said‌ it.

“We’ll​‍ have to see‍ with our own​​ eyes.”

“I’ll‍​ try to arrange​ a meeting as⁠‍⁠ soon as possible.”⁠

It‍ didn’t take long‌​ to reach the‍ heart of Fridian.‌⁠

‘This​ place always feels⁠⁠⁠ peculiar.’

Structures​‌ intertwined with trees.​‍​ Buildings that seemed‌⁠ to grow straight⁠‍ from the forest.⁠‍‍

Only‍⁠ an elf kingdom​ like Fridian could​ build a city‍‌ so integrated with​‍ nature.

“It’s​⁠​ been a while,‌‌‌ Fernan. Welcome to​‍ Fridian.”

“A​ pleasure to see‌‌‌ you again, Marquis.‌⁠⁠ Thank you for‌​​ your hospitality.”

This⁠ time, Fernan was​⁠ invited to the​ Marquis’s private office,‌​ not the banquet‌​ hall.

The‍​ Marquis, whom he​ hadn’t seen in‌⁠ a long time,‍ looked visibly worn.‌​⁠

“Sit.”​‌

The‌ Marquis poured the‍⁠ tea with his​‌ own hands.

“I’ll‍⁠⁠ get to the‍ point. Aria explained‌​ everything to me.‌‌⁠ Do you really‌ think that could​‌​ be true?”

“I‌⁠ don’t think it’s‌​⁠ impossible.”

“Why?​‍ That boy is​ my nephew. Even⁠‍‌ if he’s impulsive,⁠ he’s full of‍ elven pride. He’s⁠⁠ not the type‌ to bow to​‌‍ the corrupt.”

Fernan‍ took the cup.‍⁠​

The‍ aroma was delightful.⁠‌ As always, elves‌‍ were the best‍‌⁠ with plants.

“You​⁠‌ know what happened⁠‌‍ a year ago.”‌

During​​‌ the transfer of​​‍ the World Tree​ branch, they were‍ ambushed by monsters.⁠

“Aria‌​ told me. I must say, you​ were very discreet.‌​‌ Almost like you​‌⁠ knew it would‍‌ happen.”

“I’d​ never waste resources‍‍​ without reason. If‍‌ I did something​⁠ like that, my​ father would punish⁠ me first.”

“True.⁠ That man would.”‌⁠‍

The⁠ Marquis let out‍​ a soft laugh.‍⁠‌

“Back⁠‌ to the point—in​ that moment, I thought someone from⁠​ within Fridian had‌​‍ betrayed us.”

“You’re‍​ suggesting an elf‍‌​ sided with the​‍‌ corrupt?”

“That’s⁠​​ what I want⁠ to find out​⁠​ now.”

A direct relative. Sub-commander‍⁠ of the most⁠ prestigious order. Someone⁠ with access to​‌ the secret of​ the World Tree​​ branch.

“There⁠ are rocky mountains‍ in the north‍​⁠ of Fridian. Go⁠‍ there.”

They⁠ couldn’t openly announce‍​⁠ that they were‍⁠‍ going to search​‌‍ for corrupts, so​ everything had been‍⁠ prearranged.

Fernan⁠ had come as⁠‍​ a trade representative⁠ of Golden Turtle.‍⁠

“I’ll⁠‌ assign that boy⁠‍ as your escort.”​⁠‍

The‍‌ heir to the​​ Elector Prince.

There‍‍ were plenty of‌ reasons for the​‌‌ best knight order‍⁠⁠ to accompany him.‍‍​

“I‍‍‍ hope you achieve⁠ good results.”

“I’ll​ do my best.‍⁠ By the way,​‌ are there really​​‌ mineral veins in​ that area?”

“I⁠⁠​ can’t say for‍‌‍ sure. Elves rarely⁠ go there.”

“I‌ see. This is‍⁠ for you.”

“What‌​ is it?”

Click.⁠​

The​​​ marquis opened a box elegantly decorated.⁠

Inside‍⁠ were dozens of​ meticulously arranged black​‌⁠ cigarettes.

“Cigarettes?”‌

“They’re​‌​ magical cigarettes. They‌‍ contain no harmful‌​ substances, stimulate magical‌ energy, and help‌⁠‍ clear the mind.​⁠ And you looked‍⁠‌ a bit tired.”​‍

“Normally,‍​ one would give​‌ something that helps⁠‌ you rest, not⁠​ something that keeps​ you awake.”

“That‌​ was the plan.‌‌ But with all‍⁠​ the documents on‌​‌ your desk…”

Mountains‍⁠​ of papers were​ piled on the‍‍⁠ marquis’s desk.

And⁠‍‍ surely, his worn​​ appearance wasn’t just‍⁠ from the work.‍

‘The‌​ Elector Princes’ meeting‍‌‍ must have affected⁠​ him deeply.’

Perhaps​​ that’s why he⁠⁠‍ took Aria’s suspicion‌ seriously.

Because​​⁠ if it turned‌‌‌ out that someone⁠‌‌ of his own⁠​ blood was aiding‌ the demons, Fridian‍‍​ wouldn’t fall slowly—it⁠ would collapse all⁠⁠ at once.

“You‍ must be tired⁠ from the trip.‍‌ Rest today. We’ll⁠‍‌ begin in two‍‍⁠ days.”

“Yes.⁠ See you soon,‌⁠ Marquis. And…”

“Yes?”‍‌

“We​⁠ believe Fridian deserves​​ to be a true Elector Prince.”‌‍

“……”‍‌‌

After‌⁠ saying that, Fernan‌⁠‌ left the office.‍⁠

“…Yes.”⁠

The⁠‍‌ marquis rubbed his​⁠⁠ forehead.

“We⁠‍ must become a true Elector Prince…”‌

Only​​ then could Fridian​⁠ be fully integrated​ into the empire.⁠‌

He‍‍ picked up his‍ pen and returned‍‌ to work.

***​‍

Two‌‍​ days passed in‌ the blink of‍ an eye.

During​ that time, Fernan⁠‍ prepared for the⁠‍ expedition at the‌​ Golden Turtle branch.​

Once‌ all the preparations‍⁠⁠ were complete, he‌ was finally able‌‍ to meet Adolf​⁠ Fridian.

“A​ pleasure. I’m Adolf‌ Fridian, sub-commander of​‍ the Guardian Tree⁠​⁠ Order.”

“Fernan​ Pellenberg.”

“…Glad‍‍ you don’t have‌⁠⁠ a mustache.”

A strange comment slipped⁠⁠ in, but oh⁠ well.

Adolf​ Fridian was a sturdily built, attractive‌ elf. His red​ hair was similar​​​ to Aria’s, and​‍‍ his black eyes‌‍‍ looked like obsidian.⁠

Overall,‍ he had a pleasant face.

“I’ve⁠‍​ been assigned to​‍⁠ escort you. I’ll​ do everything I can to serve​‍ you.”

“Thank‍‌ you. I’m counting​ on you.”

Twenty​‌ knights from the‍⁠‍ Guardian Tree Order,​‍‍ thirty from the‌​⁠ Twilight Spirit Corps,‍⁠ and a hundred⁠ soldiers.

‘The​ Twilight Corps was⁠⁠⁠ the unit of‍‌ earth druids, wasn’t‌ it?’

Perhaps​ thanks to Aria’s​‌⁠ insistence that they​‌ ensure a solid‍​ escort in case‍⁠​ corrupts appeared, they‌‌​ ended up with​‌⁠ what could only​‌‌ be called an‌ excessive number of​⁠ guards.

So​ long as there‌ weren’t corrupts hiding​‍‌ among them.

“What‌⁠‍ do you think?​‍ Is it enough?”‌​

“For​⁠ now.”

Aria‌​⁠ whispered with a smile, shrugging.

“We‍ depart.”

The​ expedition team—consisting of‍‍ fifty vein-seekers and‍⁠​ a hundred laborers⁠ assigned by Golden‌‌⁠ Turtle—finally set out.​​

Fernan‍⁠ rode at the‌ front, alongside Adolf​ Fridian, who led​ the escort.

“I’ve‌‍ been wanting to⁠⁠⁠ meet you.”

“Me?”‌‌

“Yes,​⁠ Aria’s spoken a lot about you.”‍‍​

“Aria⁠ talked about me?”‌⁠

For⁠‌⁠ a very brief⁠‌ moment, Adolf’s gaze​ shifted toward Aria,‍ who was riding‍‌⁠ behind.

“She​​‍ said that during​​⁠ your time at‌⁠ the academy, you‌ never lost first‌ place—that you were‍⁠ the pride of⁠ the elves.”

“She’s⁠ exaggerating. She probably​ just wanted to‌‍⁠ speak well of‌ me because we’re⁠‍⁠ close.”

Adolf​ chuckled.

“Actually,‌‌ I wanted to‌‍‌ meet you too.”​⁠‍

“Me?”‍

“Yes,​​ there’s something I want to ask​‌ you.”

“If⁠‌‍ it’s something I can answer, I’ll‍ gladly do so.”⁠​‍

Adolf‌ fell silent for⁠​‌ a moment, then​‌⁠ spoke slowly.

“A⁠‌ while ago, I bought an item.‌‌ It was quite‍‍ expensive, and I paid its full​‍‌ price.”

“Did‌ you acquire it‍ from Golden Turtle?”‍​⁠

“Yes.‌ I valued it​⁠ greatly, and I trusted in the‌‍​ Golden Turtle’s name.‍‌ But there came​​​ a time when⁠ I thought maybe‍⁠ it wasn’t as‌ exceptional as I believed.”

“Why?⁠ We don’t scam⁠‍⁠ with our products.”‌

They‍ never deceive with​⁠ quality.

They⁠⁠ could earn big​‌​ profits short-term, but‍‍ they knew it‍​ wasn’t worth it‌⁠ in the long‌ run.

“I‌ believed that item​‍⁠ had great value,‌‍ and others thought⁠ so too. But‌‍ when it changed‍ owners, it wasn’t​⁠ valued the same‍ anymore.”

Adolf⁠⁠ Fridian turned his⁠ head and looked⁠‍ directly at Fernan.‍

“Don’t​ you think that‍ if the value‍​ of an item​​ changes depending on​ its owner, the‌ blame might lie⁠‍​ with the one⁠‌ who sold it?”⁠

“No,​⁠‌ not at all.”‍‌‍

Fernan‍‌ answered without a moment’s hesitation.

“Let’s‍​​ say you bought‍​⁠ a chocolate. But​ it was so⁠ sweet you couldn’t‌ finish it. Does‌ that mean the⁠ chocolate has a problem? There are‌⁠ people who enjoy‍​ exactly that level‍ of sweetness.”

“This​⁠ isn’t like chocolate.”⁠

“The​‌ value of what‍⁠‌ you bought is⁠‍ like the flavor​ of chocolate. Claiming⁠‌ it lost value‌‌ after purchase is​‍ the same as‍⁠‌ saying the taste​ wasn’t what you​‌ expected.”

Because​‌​ the essence of⁠ the product hadn’t‌ changed at all.‍

That’s‌⁠​ how Fernan replied,​ watching Adolf’s expression.‌ He didn’t react.‍⁠

Only‍⁠⁠ his gaze grew‌​⁠ slightly deeper.

“And​⁠ what if the‍⁠⁠ chocolate was already‍⁠⁠ crushed and spoiled‌ from the start,​⁠ and that’s why‍‍ it tasted bad?”​

“In‌ that case, of⁠ course, compensation should‌‌‍ be offered.”

Fernan‍ nodded.

“But⁠‍‍ in that case,‌‌​ you’re blaming the‍‍‌ wrong party.”

“Wrong​ party?”

“Yes.‌⁠⁠ The Pellenberg House​‌⁠ merely acted as​​ an intermediary. The⁠ original state of‌ the product isn’t​‍ our responsibility.”

And‍‍‌ you’re trying to‌ pin it on​‌ us?

Not‍ in a thousand⁠ years.

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