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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Late‌ at night, Jeffrey⁠​ arrived pale, his⁠ face completely drained,​ where Fernan and‌‌ Aria were waiting‍​‌ for him.

“…He​​ said that, because⁠‍ of the injuries,‍ he was confused​⁠​ and saw and‍ heard things that⁠ weren’t real.”

Against​ all odds, Adolf‍‌ hadn’t reacted at‌ all to Jeffrey’s⁠ confrontation.

“So‍​‌ he just decided​ to ignore it?”⁠‌⁠

“If‍​⁠ you think about‍ it, it makes‍ sense. The only⁠⁠‌ witness is Sir‌​ Jeffrey. If he‍​ ignores it, everyone⁠⁠‌ will believe my⁠​ brother’s words.”

A simple response, but⁠‍ also the safest‌ one.

“He’s‌ more cunning than​ I expected. I thought he’d get​‍‍ nervous and show⁠ a crack.”

That‌​​ way, all they’d‌‍ done was put‍‌ him on guard.⁠⁠

‘Either‍‍ way, I’d better‍ have Wooden keep‍ an eye on​​‍ him, just in⁠ case.’

But⁠‌‌ the next day—‌

“Young⁠‍ master, a visitor‌‌‍ has arrived.”

“A⁠⁠​ visitor?”

“Yes,⁠​ Count Daniel Kool‍‌​ has come to⁠​‌ see you.”

There‍ it was—the reaction.‍​​

***​⁠

“It’s‍⁠ been a while,⁠⁠​ young Fernan.”

Count‌‍ Kool, Daniel.

He​​ was the magnate‌ who had developed⁠⁠ the distillery industry⁠‍​ and sold liquor‍ throughout the Empire,​​ and also a client of the‍‍‌ Golden Turtle Company.‍​‍

His⁠‍ presence here was‌‍ completely unexpected.

“How‍ is the Count⁠ here?”

“Naturally,⁠⁠⁠ I came to‍​‌ see you.”

“And⁠⁠ how did you‌ know I was⁠ here?”

“I‌‍ don’t know if‌ I did, but⁠ I recently expanded‍​​ my business into​ Fridian.”

Fernan‌‌ was already aware‌⁠ of that, as‍ well as the‌​‍ fact that his​ business wasn’t going⁠‌ very well.

“As​ you know, elven‍ liquor has a great reputation. So,​‍ while supplying beverages,​ I also visited‌​ elven distilleries to‍‌‍ study more about‍‍​ the industry.”

He​‌ showed him a newspaper. In it,‍ there was an​⁠ article about the⁠ joint project between​​ Fridian and the‍‍‍ Pellenberg family to⁠‌ develop mineral veins.‌​​

“During‍​ all that, I heard rumors that⁠‍ you were personally‍ overseeing that development‍⁠‍ here in Fridian.‌‌⁠ And I thought‌‍‍ I’d come see⁠ you after all​ this time.”

He⁠‍⁠ brought a cart‍‌⁠ full of provisions—lots​ of food, liquor,‍ and other luxury⁠ goods.

“I‍​ see.”

“Haha,‍ I knew I couldn’t fool you​ so easily.”

Noticing​‍​ Fernan’s rather cool‍‍⁠ reception, the Count‌‌⁠ lowered his voice.⁠⁠⁠

“In⁠‍ truth, I came​⁠‌ because I was‍⁠ curious about something.”‌

“What​⁠ would that be?”‍

“How‍⁠ did you manage‌​‍ to get the⁠ proud elves to​​ approve a development‌ project?”

He​⁠​ said it in​​​ a whisper, looking‌‍ around as if‌‍ to make sure‌ no elf was‌​‍ listening.

“As‍‌ you know, thanks‌‍‌ to the World​ Tree, elven land​​ has purer and⁠⁠​ more abundant mana.‍‌⁠ That makes the​ liquor fermented there‍ a luxury product.”‍

That’s⁠‌​ why so many‌‍ merchants wanted to⁠​ open distilleries in⁠​‌ Fridian.

But‌‌⁠ they had never‍​‌ granted permission to​‍‍ anyone who wasn’t‌ an elf, which⁠​‌ made their liquor‍ even more valuable.‌

“And‌⁠​ yet this time,​​ they approved resource⁠‍​ extraction. Even though​⁠ elves hate mining⁠ and building distilleries.”‍‍

“You‌ want me to‍‌ reveal how I did it?”

“That⁠‍ would be ideal,‌‍ but I know‍‌‌ it’s impossible. I only came to​ see with my‍‌ own eyes if‍ the rumors were‍⁠⁠ true. If they​ were, then maybe‌​​ it wouldn’t be⁠⁠ impossible to open‌​ a distillery either.”‍

Still,​⁠ he asked just‍‌​ in case.

“Can‍ you at least⁠ tell me a little bit about​ the method?”

“No.”‍‌⁠

“Haha,‌‌ I figured as‍​ much. Then may‍​‍ I at least⁠⁠ stay the night‍ before returning?”

It‍‌ was already dark,⁠​⁠ and in the‍‍​ mountains, the sun‍ set even faster.‌

And​‌​ even if it‌​ hadn’t, it would’ve‌‍‍ been difficult to‍ reject someone who⁠‍ arrived bearing gifts.​⁠​

“Of​​ course.”

“Thank‍ you. Ah, one‍‍⁠ more thing—what kind‌​ of mineral vein​⁠ is there in‌ this mountain? If⁠‌‌ it’s worth extracting‍‌ from pure rock,‍‌‌ it must be⁠ a very valuable‍‍​ ore.”

“I⁠ can’t tell you‌⁠ that either.”

“Of​‌​ course, of course.‌​ I’m just curious,‌‌ that’s all.”

Count‌⁠ Daniel left the⁠​ tent. Fernan’s gaze‌ locked onto his​ back.

“Wooden.”‍⁠​

— Kyuu?

“Follow⁠‍‌ him closely until​​ he leaves. Watch⁠ him without rest.”​​⁠

As​‍ soon as Jeffrey​‌⁠ mentioned he had​⁠ regained his memory,‍ this visitor appeared‍ out of nowhere.⁠​

Coincidence?⁠‍‍

‘No⁠⁠​ way.’

Maybe⁠​ it was—but Fernan’s‍‍​ instincts told him​‍⁠ otherwise.

— Kyu?

“Jeffrey​⁠ will stay with‌‍‌ Aria.”

— Kyuung.

Wooden​ vanished.

***‍​

That‌‌‌ same night, a banquet was held⁠​​ in Count Daniel’s‍⁠‌ honor with what​‍​ he had brought.⁠

“Senior,‌​ have a drink.”⁠

“I​​ already am.”

“Don’t‍ lie, that’s water.”‌‍

“We​‍ didn’t come here‍ to have fun,⁠​ Aria.”

“But​‌‍ a little cheer‌‍‌ doesn’t hurt. People‌ bond over drinks.”‍⁠‍

A very consistent elf⁠‍ in her habits.‌⁠​

Fernan⁠ gave a slight‍​⁠ smile and accepted‍‍​ the cup she‍‍‍ offered. It wasn’t⁠ a strong liquor,​ so a few​‌⁠ glasses were fine.‌​

As⁠‌ he drank, Adolf‍‍‍ also slowly emptied​ his glass, observing‌‍ every move closely.‌‍

‘Fernan‍‌ Pellenberg. He’s on‍ guard.’

He‌‌⁠ recalled the words‍ spoken along the⁠‌‌ way.

“If‍ we already sold‍‍​ it, our responsibility​ ends.” And then⁠​ saying he truly‍ believed Fridian was⁠ a real prince-elector?​⁠‍

It‌​ wasn’t false—a merchant‍⁠‌ wasn’t obligated to‍‍​ take responsibility for⁠ what he sold.‌

But⁠‌ if he was​​ going to say‌ the first, he​ shouldn’t have added‍‍⁠ the second. What‌‌​ other reason than‌‌‌ to provoke him?​​

‘Aria…’‍

She⁠ was his beloved‍ sister. Though relatives,‌ with no other‍⁠‌ siblings, he saw⁠ her as his‌‌ own flesh and​⁠⁠ blood.

And​​‍ she had been⁠ the one to‌​ call Fernan.

He​‍ knew why.

‘She‍‍​ doesn’t like my⁠ radicalism.’

He⁠‌‌ understood. His methods‍ were extreme and‌‌‍ aggressive.

But​‌​ Aria didn’t know‍⁠​ the whole story.⁠

‘Do⁠⁠​ you think I was always like‌ this from the‌‍​ start?’

It​ was constant discrimination⁠‍⁠ that made him‍⁠ what he was.‍⁠

Even⁠‌ though the treatment‌‌ of elves had⁠​ improved over the‍ years, the essence‍⁠ hadn’t changed.

This⁠ was still a human Empire, and​ there was no‍ real place for⁠​ elves.

‘In⁠⁠‍ the end, there⁠⁠​ are only three⁠ paths for elves.’⁠⁠‌

Live⁠ as the Empire’s‌‌‍ lower class.

Overthrow‍‍​ it.

Or⁠‌‍ abandon it.

To‍ smile and integrate​⁠ into the Empire‍ as if nothing?​

It‌​ had been fifteen‍‍ years since Fridian‌ bought the Golden​‍ Edict rights from​‌ Bercheff and became⁠‍⁠ a prince-elector.

And‍‍‍ ten times that‌⁠ since the former‌‍​ kingdom of Fridian⁠‍ had been absorbed⁠‍⁠ into the Empire‍‌ as a marquisate.⁠⁠

And‍​‌ still, the humans’‍⁠‌ attitude hadn’t changed.⁠‍

Why​ should they always‌ be the ones⁠​‍ to bow their⁠ heads?

“…I⁠⁠‍ won’t allow that.”‍

Never.​⁠

‘Tsk.⁠⁠⁠ They can’t even‍‌​ make decent liquor.’​⁠

After⁠⁠ downing five cups,‍​ Adolf signaled to‍ Count Daniel, who‍​‍ was already half‍‍ drunk.

The​​ sun had completely‍​​ disappeared, and a thick darkness blanketed‍‌ the camp.

The⁠‌ atmosphere was intoxicated,‌‍​ and all the‌ humans were drunk.⁠

Fernan’s‍ eyes were closed,‍‍‍ and his head​‌⁠ tilted slightly to​​ one side.

With​​ a discreet signal‌‌‌ to Count Daniel,‌​ Adolf disappeared into⁠​​ the darkness.

***⁠‌

“I’m​‍ going to see​‍ Sophie for a bit.”

A while later, Count‌⁠ Daniel offered a drink to the⁠ knights trying to​‌ follow him, and​⁠‍ with that excuse,‍ left the camp.‌‌​

As⁠​‌ soon as he⁠‌ spotted Adolf in​​ the distance, he‌⁠ clenched his teeth‌‍‌ in fury.

“Are‌ you insane?”

Daniel​ kicked a tree‌​‌ in frustration. A fallen branch snapped​‌⁠ instantly.

“How⁠‍​ could you cause‌​ such a scene‍ just because the⁠‍⁠ suggestion spell broke?!‍‍‌ Fernan is already⁠‌⁠ someone who should‌‍⁠ be watched closely!‍​‍ And now I show up! What‍​⁠ do you think⁠‌‌ he’ll believe?”

Showing‌​ up at this‌⁠ very moment was‌‌‌ practically a confession⁠​⁠ of involvement.

But‍‍‌ the Count had‌ come because Adolf‌‍⁠ Fridian pressured him.⁠

“It’ll‍ just be a suspicion. And that’s​​ your own fault.”‌

“My‌ fault?”

“Of​ course it is!”‌

Crash!‌​‌ Adolf shoved Daniel​ against a tree.​​‌ The Count’s back⁠‌ slammed hard against‌ the trunk.

“Didn’t​ you say it‍ would never break?‍‍ That no one‌‍‍ would ever find⁠​ out?”

Adolf⁠​ growled.

“Do‌‌​ you have any‌​‌ idea how many‌​⁠ elves of your⁠ bloodline are under‍⁠⁠ your hypnosis? And​ what’ll happen if​‍ all those spells​‍‍ break?”

Suspicions?‌⁠

“So‍⁠ what if they⁠‍⁠ look at us⁠⁠ with suspicion? If⁠‌⁠ this collapses, we⁠ lose everything!”

“That‍​ won’t happen! The‍ hypnosis was perfect!”​

“Then⁠‌ explain Jeffrey.”

He‍ gripped the collar‍‌ of Daniel’s robe⁠‍​ even tighter.

“Tell‌ me why it‌ broke with Jeffrey!”‍​

“…I​ still need to‌‌ figure that out.⁠ Most likely, Fernan⁠‍ is involved.”

“Are​ you an idiot?⁠‌ Of course… corrupts‍​ who sell their‍ souls to demons​ can’t be very‍ smart.”

Those‍‌⁠ words, dripping with‌⁠ contempt, made the‌​ Count’s face freeze.‌

“Fernan,‍ who has nothing‌‌ to do with⁠ our house, suddenly‌‍⁠ shows up here.‍⁠‌ Don’t you get⁠​ what that means?⁠ Do you really‍​⁠ think he came‌⁠‌ for those useless​‌ rocky mountains? No!‌⁠⁠ It was Aria​⁠‍ who called him.​‌‍ And Jeffrey used⁠⁠‍ to be her‌⁠⁠ guardian knight.”

Jeffrey‍ had told Aria‍‍​ what happened. She‌⁠‌ sensed something was​‍‌ wrong and called⁠‌ Fernan for help.‌⁠‍

That​⁠ was the only‍‌‍ possible explanation.

“They’re‌‍​ watching us intentionally.⁠‍⁠ And if there‌ were no way‍‌​ to break the​⁠‍ hypnosis, it wouldn’t​‍ matter—but it was‌⁠ broken! It broke,‍⁠‍ understand?!”

And‌‍​ yet, he had‌ accepted the marquis’s‌​ orders to oversee​⁠​ the escort.

As‌‌‍ long as the​ hypnosis spells held,​‌ like Daniel had‍⁠ claimed, there wouldn’t⁠‌‍ have been any‌‌ issues.

But​⁠ not anymore.

The‌ spells had been‍‌‌ broken.

And⁠‍ Fernan probably already‍ knew there were​‌ ties between them​‍ and the corrupts.⁠​​

Just‍‍​ let it go?‍‌ How?

If​ they didn’t act,​‌ they’d be plunging‌​ into the abyss.‍​​

“Then‍ tell me—what am‌ I supposed to​⁠ do? Kill them‌‍ all?”

“Don’t‍​‍ be stupid.”

They​‍‌ weren’t just anyone—they‌​ were Aria and​ Fernan.

The‌‍⁠ legitimate daughter of​​‌ Fridian and the⁠ heir to the​⁠​ Pellenberg family.

If​⁠ they were killed,‍‍ there’d be no‍‌⁠ turning back.

Besides,⁠‌⁠ for Adolf—who had⁠ grown up alongside⁠‌ Aria—she was like‌ a blood sister.⁠​⁠

“Then⁠​‍ what?”

“We‍⁠​ act like nothing‌​‌ happened.”

“Like‍​ nothing…? You mean…?”‍‍

“Yes,⁠​‌ exactly that.”

Adolf⁠ nodded.

“I’ll⁠ give you one​‌ last chance. Cast‌ the hypnosis again.”⁠

Make⁠ it look like‍ nothing had ever‌‍​ happened.

“And‍⁠ you think that’s‌‍​ possible?”

“It’s​ not about whether⁠​⁠ it’s possible or​​ not.”

Both‌ you and I—‌‌⁠

“If‍‍‍ we want to‍‍⁠ live, we have‍​ to do it.”‍‌

It⁠⁠‌ was the only​‍‍ way out.

***⁠​

“…Is​‌‍ he asleep? Senior,‍‌‍ I didn’t think​‌‍ alcohol affected you‍ th—ah! You weren’t‍ passed out drunk?!”⁠

Fernan,⁠⁠‍ who had been‌⁠‍ slouched with his⁠‌ eyes closed, suddenly‍​ opened them. Aria,‌‍⁠ who had been‍⁠‍ murmuring to herself⁠​ thinking he was‍ out cold, flinched⁠ in surprise.

“I‌​⁠ got them.”

“Got⁠‍ what?”

“Evidence.”⁠⁠‍

Wooden‍ had many functions.‍

One‍‍‍ of them was‍‌​ recording.

Fernan⁠‌ could see what​​ Wooden observed and‌​ keep a record‍​ of it.

That⁠‌​ made the recording⁠​ irrefutable proof.

‘Count⁠ Daniel is a corrupt?’

Did‌ that make sense?⁠

Fernan​ remembered the moment​‌ of the Continental⁠⁠⁠ Academic Conference.

Aint‌​​ had cast a beam of light‍​‍ in the shape​​‍ of the Saintbird‍‍⁠ to reveal all‌‌‌ the corrupts. And‍‍‍ Daniel hadn’t reacted.‌​​

‘Is⁠‌ he not a corrupt… or did‍​ he resist Aint’s⁠ light?’

Fernan​​‌ leaned toward the‍⁠ latter.

“The‍‍⁠ phrase, corrupts aren’t​⁠‍ smart, otherwise they‍‌ wouldn’t sell their⁠​ souls to demons—that⁠​​ proves he is‌‌ one. And at‌ the same time,‍​‌ it means Adolf‍⁠ isn’t.”

Fernan⁠ realized Adolf wasn’t‍ a corrupt, but‍‌ an ally of‍​​ them.

Judging‌​ by their interaction,​ he wasn’t a subordinate—they were on⁠ equal footing.

‘Makes​ sense, of course.’‍‍​

A proud elf like​‌ Adolf would never⁠ sell his soul.‍‍ To him, the‌ corrupt were merely‌ a means to‍‍​ an end.

A tool to end‌​‍ discrimination and overthrow‌ the Empire.

‘And‌‍⁠ now they plan⁠ to hit Aria⁠‌⁠ and me with⁠‌ another hypnosis spell?’​‍⁠

What‌⁠ should he do?‌

Warn‍‍‌ them in advance‌⁠ and tell the​‍ marquis everything?

Or—⁠‌‌

‘Let‌⁠ myself get caught⁠​​ and use it⁠‌ to my advantage?’‌

Maybe​ that way, he​​ could dig even‌‌ deeper into the​‍​ corrupts.

Even⁠ with the prophecies⁠‌‍ altered by an‍ uncertain future, he‍ could fill in‌​ the blanks in​‌​ the prediction book.​

He‍‌‍ wasn’t afraid to‌​ die.

Even⁠ the corrupts wouldn’t‌ ignore his value⁠​‌ as a resource.‌​​

As‍ enemies, they were‌‍‍ dangerous—but as manipulated​‌ allies, they’d be‌‌ an unbeatable asset.‍

“Pour⁠​ me another drink.”‌

“What‌​​ kind of evidence?”‌‍‍

“It’s‌‌ late. I’ll tell‍‍ you tomorrow.”

He⁠⁠⁠ still wasn’t sure⁠‌ what path to‌‍ take, and he​‌‌ didn’t want to‍ worry Aria unnecessarily.​

‘The‌‌ problem is—how to⁠‌ break the hypnosis.’‍⁠‍

How⁠‌ could he get‌ someone to pour⁠ holy water on‍⁠ his head without​ raising suspicion?

‘They’ll‌⁠ probably try to‍‌ cast it soon.‍‌⁠ Maybe as soon​ as we return.​ I need a plan.’

That‍ night, Fernan kept‌ turning the question​‌ over in his‍⁠ mind.

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