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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 177

Chapter 177

Aria,‍‌ after Fernan cleared⁠‌⁠ her mind, was‍⁠ left behind while‌​ he returned immediately‍ to the Academy.‍

“I’m‌‍ exhausted.”

While‌‌​ the dwarves worked‌ hard digging through‌‌ the earth, Fernan‌‍⁠ hadn’t been idle​‌‌ either. During that‍​⁠ month, to meet⁠⁠​ the goal within‍‍‌ the agreed time,⁠​⁠ he had personally‌ joined the project.⁠⁠

Opening⁠‌ paths with magic​​‍ was what he‌‌​ did best, and‍ thanks to that,​‍‍ he had played⁠ a key role‍ in finishing the‍⁠‌ excavation on time.​​‍ He had surely‌‌ earned the appreciation‌ of many dwarves—and‍‍‌ that, too, was​‍⁠ capital.

“Hyde,‍ go to the​‍ guild and check⁠ if there’s any‌​‍ matter I need⁠ to handle personally.”⁠

“I’ll​ wait to see​⁠ you lying down​‍​ before going.”

“And⁠‍ now you’re pretending​⁠‍ to be a faithful escort?”

“I’ve‌‌ always been. The‌ problem is my‍⁠⁠ lord insists on‌‍⁠ trying to ditch‍​ me at every‌​‌ turn.”

With‌‍ his body fatigued,‌‌‌ Fernan headed straight‌‌⁠ to the Ravidus‌‌‌ Hall. Before the‍ door to his‍‌‍ room even finished‍ opening, Wooden waved​⁠ his hand.

— Kyuu!

— Pii!

From‌‌​ the crack of​ the door came⁠​​ a chirp.

A white bird with‌ two pairs of‌ wings flew flapping‍ into Fernan’s chest.⁠‌‌

“Silver?”‍⁠

— Pii!

It​‍​ was Silver, the‌ Saintbird he had‌‌‌ lent to Aint.‌

Fernan​ caught him and‍‌​ petted him. The‌‌ creature, which at‌‍ first barely fit‍‍ in a fist,⁠‌ had now grown‍ almost five times​‍‍ larger.

“Wow,‍​ you really grew.”​​

“I’d​ say more than⁠ quite a bit,‌⁠​ sir…”

That‍‌ he had reached‌‌ such a size⁠‌‌ in just three⁠⁠‌ months was extraordinary.​‍ It was said‌‌ that a Saintbird‍ took about a year to reach​‍‍ maturity, and at​ this rate, it​⁠ would soon be‍‌ large enough to‍⁠ ride.

“But…⁠⁠ how did it‌‍‌ get in here?”​⁠

The‍‌‍ lodging in Ravidus​ Hall didn’t allow​⁠‌ anyone in except‌ the resident and‌‍‌ one designated assistant.‌ Even other students‍​ from the same‌ hall had to​ use the visiting⁠ room to meet‍ inside.

“Ah,⁠ Sir Fernan, there‍ you are. I was the one‌‌⁠ who let it‌ in.”

One‍‌ of the maids‍​⁠ cleaning the hallway‌‍ ran over to⁠‍‌ him.

“Student​⁠ Aint brought it,‌‍ but as soon‌‌‍ as it arrived,‌⁠‌ it planted itself‌‍ in front of⁠‌ your door and‍⁠ wouldn’t budge. I thought if someone​ saw it, it‌ might be a problem, so I let it in.‌ Strangely, even though​‌‌ it wouldn’t move​​ at all, it​​ went straight into⁠⁠ your room without‍ resistance.”

That‌​ was Rita, the‌‍‍ maid with a natural talent for​⁠​ picking up the⁠‌‌ coins Fernan often‌‌ dropped without realizing.​

“Did​‌⁠ anyone else see⁠ it?”

“Just​ me.”

“Good.”​⁠‌

It‍‌ had nearly been​​‍ a disaster. If​⁠​ they discovered that⁠⁠ the Saintbird belonged‌ to Fernan and⁠​ not to Aint,​​‍ the latter’s reputation—and⁠ both their futures—would​ be seriously compromised.‍‌‍

“Thank‍‌ you, Rita.”

“No⁠⁠‍ need to thank⁠​‌ me.”

“Silver,​​ did you miss⁠⁠‌ me that much?”​

— Pii!

Fernan‍⁠​ hugged it to‍‍​ his chest as​ he entered the⁠‍ room.

The‍ door closed, and⁠‍‌ in the very‌ spot he had⁠‌ been, a small⁠⁠ pouch was left‌ behind. Rita, already​ used to it,​ picked it up‍‍ immediately.

“So⁠​​ careless, as always—I’ll⁠ keep it in‌‌ case he comes‌​⁠ looking for it‌​ later.”

But‍⁠ in reality, no⁠‍⁠ one ever came⁠⁠ to claim those‍ “lost items.” They‍ were hers forever.‍

***⁠⁠

As‌ the afternoon faded​ and dusk peeked⁠​​ in, Fernan woke‌‍‌ up after finally​ peeling Silver off‍ him, who had‌ been clinging with⁠‌ affection.

“Hyde.”‌‌

“Yes.”⁠‌‍

“What⁠ about guild matters?”⁠⁠⁠

“They‍ said there’s nothing‍‌ you need to⁠‌​ handle personally. All‌⁠‍ the accumulated reports‍​ are already in‍​ the office.”

“I⁠‌​ guess another season‍‍‌ of report hell‍ awaits me.”

“That’s‍​ the price of‍‌​ your actions, young‌‌ master. Haven’t you‌​ started more businesses​​ than you can⁠‍ count on one‍ hand, thanks to‌‍‍ the prophecy book?”‌⁠

The‍ projects Fernan had​ launched under the⁠ book’s guidance weren’t⁠⁠ few.

Although‍​⁠ only a handful‌​ of branches were⁠​ active inside the‍ Academy, the constant‍ travel to oversee‌ other matters meant‌‌ the paperwork piled​​‌ up all the‍ same.

“And​‍‍ I can’t turn​‍ my back on​ income sources flowing⁠ so clearly. That‍‍⁠ would be the​‌ real crime.”

“Of​⁠⁠ course, young master,⁠​‌ whatever you say.”⁠

Hyde‍ snorted with a dry chuckle.

“Go‍⁠ check if Aint‌ is back and‌ arrange a meeting⁠‌​ as soon as​ possible. I want⁠ to hear what​‍‍ he accomplished with⁠ his family.”

From‍‍​ Armian’s recent movements,‌‍‍ the outcome could‌⁠ already be guessed,‍​ but nothing was‍ more certain than​‍ hearing it directly.‌

Aint​‌‌ had returned to‍‌‍ the Academy two‍ days prior, and‍⁠‌ the meeting was‍ arranged immediately.

“Everything‍ went well. My‍‌​ father also agreed‍ to support me.”‍‍⁠

“I​ heard the Armian⁠‌ house is recruiting​ knights and soldiers.”‌​

Fernan‌‌ could imagine the​‌ duke’s intentions. Even​‍ if they sold​ all their current​‌‌ lands, it wouldn’t⁠ be enough to​ repay the debt,​‌‌ so that was​ the best option.‍​⁠ And it was‌​ exactly what he‌⁠ had hoped for.​

“It‌‍ won’t be easy.⁠⁠⁠ If you need⁠​​ help, you can‍‌‌ ask me anytime.”⁠‌

Forming‍ troops from scratch​‌ was never simple.‌ It wasn’t enough‍​⁠ to enlist them—you‍ had to train⁠‌‍ them, feed them,​‌ house them, and‌‍‍ pay them a regular salary. Not‍​​ to mention finding‌​‌ instructors, expanding barracks,⁠‌ and tending to‌‍ a thousand other⁠ details.

“Yes.”⁠

“With​ soldiers, it’s enough​⁠ to pay them⁠‍ well and they’ll‌‍‌ come, but what⁠​​ about knights?”

Knights‌‍ were essentially weapons​‌ of war—people trained‍‍‍ in the art⁠⁠⁠ of killing from‌​‌ childhood. They required‌‍ the right environment,⁠​ resources, and talent.​‌⁠ They weren’t easy‍‍ to raise, nor‍ were they common.​‍⁠

“For‍‍ now, I plan​ to gather as​ many free knights​ as possible.”

“Even‍‍⁠ so, it won’t⁠‍‌ be easy.”

“My​⁠ father plans to‍ leverage the name‍ of Armian.”

“Not‌​ a bad idea.”‍​

Normally,⁠​ no one in​‍ their right mind‍ would want to‌ serve a fallen⁠​ house, but now⁠ the situation had​‍ changed. With corrupts‌ and demons active—and‍‍ with the Saintbird⁠‌ returned to the​‍‍ Armian family—there would⁠​‌ be those seduced‍⁠​ by the old​‍‌ legend and the⁠‍ promise of rewards.​⁠

In‌⁠‌ fact, a considerable​‌‌ number were already​​‌ knocking on Armian’s​ doors, showing the⁠‌ effect was real.‌⁠‌

“Ah,​⁠​ and the rector​ told me that​ during the vacation,​‌⁠ another corrupt was‍⁠ discovered.”

“Who⁠ was it?”

“A‌​ fruit shop clerk⁠ in the city.”​‌

“Anything⁠​ unusual?”

“Just⁠ what you’re thinking.”​

“They‍‍ had a book​⁠ and disappeared without‍⁠⁠ leaving a body?”​

“Yes.”⁠‍

The‌ doubt grew heavier.​​

They‌​⁠ had already identified⁠‍​ and eliminated several‌ inside the Academy,‌​ yet they kept‌⁠ appearing. The corrupt‍‌ weren’t stupid—if they‌‍ kept trying, it‍​ meant they were‍​ after something specific,‍‌‍ even if they‍ failed.

But‍‌‌ the unsettling part⁠⁠ was that Fernan‍​ couldn’t imagine what.⁠‌

‘It’s‌ always the same—books‌‍‍ and vanished bodies.’‍‌​

If‍⁠ they weren’t demons,​​ why did the​‌ corpses vanish?

No‍ matter how much‍‌​ he thought about⁠ it, he couldn’t​‍⁠ find an answer.​ Ideally, they would⁠ capture one alive‍ and extract the​‌ truth—but the problem​​ was they usually⁠​ self-destructed immediately.

“For⁠⁠⁠ now, the best​ thing is to‌​ eliminate every one​‍​ that appears.”

“The​​ rector agrees. Oh,⁠ and I received‍‍ a personal letter.”​​‌

Aint​ pulled an envelope‍ from his chest.‍ It bore the⁠⁠ seal of five​ red flames.

“Esrin?”​⁠

It‍​ was the emblem​​​ of Esrin’s royal​​ house.

“Yes.⁠ In Valerich, during‌ the continental conference,‍‌‌ I managed to‌‍ form a bit‌ of a bond​‍ with a prince​‌​ of Esrin.”

“I⁠​ remember.”

History‌‌​ had changed course‌‌ when Fernan stopped‌ the summoning of⁠‌​ the 70th demon,⁠⁠​ Seir, and thanks​ to that, a prince of Esrin⁠‍ had survived who‌ was supposed to⁠‌‍ die with his‌⁠​ sister.

“Was‍ it Ferant Esrin?‌⁠ The first prince.”‌​​

The​ prince who survived⁠ alone, when he‌​‍ should have perished​‌ with his younger⁠‍‌ sister.

“Exactly.”​

“If⁠ he asks for‌‍ help, it’s best‍‍ to refuse.”

The⁠ public collapse of⁠ the king of‍‍‍ Esrin, fainting in​ the middle of‌‌ a ceremony, had⁠ triggered the succession‍​‍ dispute. Although the‌⁠‌ first prince held⁠⁠⁠ the advantage and‌​ had a solid‌‍ power base, that⁠​⁠ didn’t eliminate the‍​ ambition of the‍ other heirs.

And‍⁠‍ between a hundred‌‌‌ and ninety-nine, there‌​ was always a world of difference.‌‍⁠

The​​‌ disputes were already⁠⁠‌ surfacing; the students​​ from Esrin hadn’t‍⁠‌ returned to the‍‌⁠ Academy, and the‍ Golden Turtle Guild​ was massively selling​ war supplies.

In⁠‌​ that context, if‍ Ferant had written‍​‌ to Aint, it⁠⁠‍ was surely to​‌‌ ask for help.​‍

“Yes,‍​‍ he’s asking for​‍ help… but…”

“What‍ is it?”

“Maybe‍‍⁠ it would be‍​ better if you‌‍ read the letter‌ yourself.”

[Aint‌⁠ Armian. We promised⁠​‌ friendship, and this‌ is the first⁠⁠​ letter I send⁠ you.

How‍ have you been?⁠⁠ Your deeds are‍⁠ being heard everywhere.‌‍⁠

It’s​⁠ shameful that my⁠‍​ first letter is‌ to ask for​ help, but I hope you understand‍‌ the situation.

Tibolt‌⁠ and Tulwin seem‍‍‍ determined to snatch‌​‍ the crown from​‌‍ me, even if‌​ it means resorting‍‌ to war.

If⁠‍⁠ it were only‌​⁠ that, it wouldn’t‍‍ matter. I’m fully⁠ confident I can​ prove they’re mere⁠​‌ illusions.

But​‍‍ it’s said that‍⁠‍ in the north‍ of the kingdom‍⁠‌ there are corrupts​⁠ trying to summon‍​ monsters.

The‍ one who said⁠‌‌ it is not⁠‍ entirely in their⁠ right mind, so​⁠‌ the information isn’t⁠​ reliable—but you never⁠ know.

And⁠⁠​ that region just‌‍​ happens to be​ the domain of‍⁠ Tulwin and his​‍‌ allies…]

After⁠⁠ finishing the letter,‍ Fernan recalled a vision he had‌‌ pushed aside—the prophecies‍ he had reviewed⁠‌ before the vacation.⁠‍

A rebellion in the​ Kingdom of Esrin.⁠⁠ A regime change.‌

He⁠‌ hadn’t thought it⁠‌⁠ would actually happen,‍ since in this​‍‌ timeline Ferant had⁠⁠ survived, with solid‌ support behind him.‌​‌ That’s why he​​ had ignored the​ warning. But it‌⁠ seemed it wouldn’t⁠⁠⁠ end so easily.​‌‍

‘I‌ got too confident‍‍⁠ thinking the prophecies‌‍‌ no longer mattered.’‍⁠‌

He​‍​ had forgotten the‌‍ essential—human ambition never​⁠‌ stops.

Whether‌‍ the succession was⁠ clear or not‌ didn’t matter. What⁠⁠ mattered was that‍‍⁠ the conflict existed.⁠‍

“What⁠⁠‌ do you think‍‍⁠ we should do?”‍

“And​‍ what do you⁠‍​ think?”

“I‍‍ want to go‍ and help.”

“For⁠‍‍ friendship?”

“Hmm,​​⁠ we only had‌‌ tea a couple‌‍⁠ of times in‌ Valerich. It’s not⁠‌ that deep.”

Though‌‍⁠ it wasn’t a strong bond, it‍‌ wasn’t nonexistent either.‍​‌

Aint’s‌​‌ gaze turned resolute.​‌

“But‌​ if there are‌‌‌ corrupts, even just‍ a trace, I believe we have⁠ to go and‌ eradicate them all.⁠‌ They’re a plague‌⁠⁠ trying to sink​⁠⁠ the continent.”

Something‌ had changed in​ him during that⁠ vacation. He was‌ no longer the‍​⁠ naïve boy from‌​ before, but someone‍​​ more mature.

‘Not​⁠​ bad.’

Fernan‌‍‍ felt satisfied to⁠ see his growth.​​

“I⁠‌​ think the same.​ But for now,‍​⁠ we have too‍​‌ little evidence. Classes‌ at the Academy​​ are about to⁠ resume, and more‌‍ importantly—it’s a foreign‍ kingdom.”

Even​‌‌ if there were‍ corrupts, directly intervening​ in a succession‍​‍ dispute could be‌ seen as interference.‍ And that would‍ give Schwaben the‍​​ perfect excuse to‍ strike Armian without‌‍ hesitation.

“Yes,‍​ that’s true.”

“I’ll‌‍‍ investigate thoroughly first.‌ And if it⁠⁠⁠ turns out one⁠ of those princes​⁠‌ sought help from‌ the corrupts to‌ seize the crown…”​​

Fernan​⁠ clenched his teeth.⁠‍‍

“Then⁠ I’ll do whatever‌‍‌ it takes to‍ bring you there⁠​ with me. And‌​‍ we’ll exterminate them.”‍

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