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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 178

Chapter 178

The‌ spring semester at⁠‌ the Academy began,​‌​ marking the start‍ of Fernan’s third‍‍ year’s second semester.​

“This‌‌ semester too, count​‍​ on me.”

“Same‍⁠‍ here, count on‍⁠ me.”

Luina‍​‍ handed him a small box.

“This?”​‌

Inside⁠​ was a carved⁠​⁠ figure of Wooden,‍ shining in gold.‌‌‌

“It’s‌‍⁠ a gift to‌ thank you for⁠ everything until now,‌ and to ask‍​​ you to keep​​ guiding me from​‍​ here on.”

“Wooden?”‍⁠

“Yes.⁠​‌ I don’t know⁠ if it turned‌‌ out well, but…”‌⁠

“It‌​ looks just like‌ him.”

— Kyu!

Hearing⁠ his name, Wooden,‌​⁠ who was hiding‍‌​ in Fernan’s clothes,​​​ poked his head⁠‍‍ out with curiosity.‌

Then,‍⁠ upon seeing his‌ golden figure, he​ excitedly waved his⁠‍‌ hand.

“Get‌‌ in.”

Fernan‍⁠ immediately pushed his​ head back in.⁠‌ Fortunately, no one‌‌ besides Luina had‍​⁠ seen it.

“Is​​ it gold?”

“Yes.‌ I thought hard‍‍ about what to‌‌‍ give you, but‍⁠ it seemed like⁠‌ you wouldn’t need​ anything else.”

After⁠ all, Fernan thought⁠​​ only of money,⁠​​ breathed money. That’s⁠​⁠ why Luina got​⁠ a gold bar​‌‌ from her father⁠⁠‌ and carved it.​‌​

“You​ made it yourself?”‍‌​

“Yes,⁠ using aura.”

No​‌​ wonder. Though it⁠‍ looked a bit​⁠ rough, the cuts‍​ were clean as⁠ if magically finished.‌‌ It was the‍ work of aura.⁠

“Do⁠‍​ you like it?”⁠

“I’d‌ like to hire‌‌​ you as a craftswoman for the‍​​ company.”

“I’m‍‌ honored to hear‌ that.”

“I’m‌ serious.”

Ordinary​​⁠ artisans could never‌ control aura with‌ such finesse, and⁠⁠ knights who could‌‍ didn’t work in⁠‍ carving.

If⁠ he hired Luina,‌ he could sell⁠‍‍ jewelry crafted by‌​⁠ her at a much higher price.‍‍​

‘And‌‍⁠ if she becomes‌​ a Royal Knight,‍​ the value would‌ be immeasurable.’

Jewels⁠​ carved by a Royal Knight. He‍‌‍ was sure they’d​‌‍ sell for astronomical​‌ sums.

‘And⁠ even more if​ this was her‌⁠‌ first one…’

Its⁠⁠‌ value was even⁠‍‍ more brilliant. Fernan‌‍‍ immediately closed the​‌​ lid to keep‌‌ dust out.

“Thank​⁠‍ you. I really​‍ like it.”

“I’m​​‌ glad.”

“I‍​ didn’t prepare anything…”‍‌

“It’s‌​‌ fine. I’ve already‌‍ received more than⁠‍ enough from you.”⁠​

Of⁠‍ course, she had⁠ given him a lot. But just​ with Luina—one of‌​⁠ the most important—he‌‌ couldn’t fall short.‌

“This‍‌ is my return⁠ gift.”

He​‌​ pulled out two⁠‌ boxes of chocolate‍ from his subspace:‍ kraken ink chocolate⁠​ and World Tree​ bark chocolate, Luina’s​‌⁠ favorites.

“Didn’t‍ you say you⁠‍​ didn’t prepare anything?”​⁠

“These‍‌‍ are always in⁠ stock, so they​⁠‌ don’t count as‍ preparation.”

“…And‌‍ you don’t even⁠ like chocolate.”

“I​‍⁠ don’t, but it’s‌ not forbidden to‌ keep them.”

“…And‌‍ who said anything?”⁠‌

A faint blush appeared​​​ on Luina’s cheeks.‍​⁠

“How⁠‍​ were your holidays?‌‍ Your aura seems⁠​ much more stable.”‍​‌

“I​ made a small‌⁠ breakthrough.”

“Again?”‌‍⁠

So⁠ soon after her⁠⁠ last revelation?

‘No⁠ wonder the prophecy‍⁠⁠ book acknowledged her⁠⁠ as Aint’s companion.’‍‌

Luina’s‌ potential was truly‍‌​ amazing. Making her​‍‍ his ally right‍⁠‍ after getting the‌​​ book was undoubtedly‍‍⁠ the best decision‌‌ of his life.‌

“I‌​‌ was lucky. In‍⁠ a fight against​​ a group of​‌‍ monsters in the⁠‍​ snow, I pushed‌​ myself to the‍ limit and…”

But‍​⁠ as she spoke,​​​ Fernan frowned.

Was‍ she saying she​​‍ nearly died?

It​⁠ was true that‍‌​ knights and mages​ often had revelations‌⁠‌ on the verge‌‌‍ of life and‌ death, but that⁠ also meant she’d⁠⁠‍ nearly lost her​ life.

‘After‌‍‌ everything I’ve invested⁠‍⁠ in you?’

Like⁠ nurturing a tree,‌ watering and feeding​ it, only for⁠‌⁠ it to almost‌‍ die before bearing‍ fruit.

He​⁠‌ couldn’t allow that.​​‍ And if she⁠⁠​ died, he’d drag‍⁠ her back from​⁠ hell if needed.‌​

Fernan‍ pulled out a top-grade potion from⁠ his subspace and‌‌‌ handed it to‌ her.

“This⁠‍​ is…?”

“Never‍‌ die, Luina. Never.”‍

“……”⁠​​

Her​ face turned so‌ red it seemed‌ it couldn’t blush⁠​ any more—but Fernan​⁠ didn’t notice.

“Fernan‌​ Pellenberg.”

Someone​ approached him at⁠‌‌ that moment.

Amid​⁠ long blue hair,⁠‍ black eyes sparkled.​

“Carlo⁠‌⁠ Deneb?”

“This‌⁠⁠ semester will be​ different.”

“Obviously,​ every semester is‌ different.”

“I‌ mean in grades‍⁠‍ and the Magic​‌‍ Tournament.”

“Do‍ what you want.”​‌​

Fernan​ had no intention‍ of participating in‌ the tournament. And​‍ as long as‌​ he shared a carriage with Luina,‍‌‌ his grades were​‍ secured.

“Did​‌ you live on‌‍ a mountain during‌ break? Your hair’s​ a mess.”

“…It’s‌‌⁠ proof I made​⁠​ good use of‍ my vacation.”

“Training​‌ in the mountains,‌​‌ I suppose.”

“…Think⁠ what you want.”​

Carlo⁠​​ returned to his⁠​‌ seat.

‘Despair⁠‍​ all you want.’⁠

It⁠​ was cruel to‍ think, but Fernan⁠ doubted Carlo could‌⁠​ beat Luina even⁠ if he gave⁠ it his all.​⁠

‘And​‌ I’m not about​⁠⁠ to fail exams⁠‍ on purpose to‍‍‌ help him.’

He’d⁠ never commit such‌ stupidity.

When⁠​​ Fernan looked away‌‌ from Carlo, he​‌⁠ spotted another figure.⁠

‘Ludger?’‌‍⁠

Ludger‍ sat beside him.‍

“It’s⁠‍‌ been a while,​‍ Fernan. Curiously, this‍‍‍ vacation was quiet​ for me.”

“I​ didn’t do anything‌‍ unusual either.”

“More‌‌ than accidents, I’d‌​​ say you have​⁠ a talent for‌ always being at⁠ the center of‌​⁠ trouble. You were‍‍ in Bercheff last‌⁠ winter, weren’t you?”⁠⁠‌

Well,‍⁠ that part was​​ true. And though‌‍⁠ Ludger didn’t know,​ he’d been in⁠‍‍ the thick of⁠ it this summer‌⁠ too.

“But…⁠‌ nah, never mind.”​‍

Ludger​​ shook his head⁠⁠‍ and looked away​⁠ just as the⁠ professor entered the‍ classroom.

***​​​

“Nice‌⁠​ to meet you⁠​‌ all. I’m Ahgrot.”‌

The‍ 21-year-old dwarf stood​ before the others,​​ his heart pounding,⁠⁠ trying to hide​​‌ it as best⁠‌‌ he could.

Among​​ the scattered empty⁠ seats, dozens of​ student eyes focused​ on him.

“Ahgrot‌‍⁠ is a special​‌⁠ student transferring this‍⁠ semester to our‌ academy. It’s not‌ common, but it​​⁠ happens, so don’t‍‍‍ discriminate against him‍ for arriving suddenly—treat⁠‌ him well, understood?”‌

“Yes!”‌

“A‌ question.”

Someone⁠​ raised a hand.‍⁠⁠

“What‌‍ is it?”

“Does‌⁠ that mean he’s‍​ not a new‌⁠‌ professor, but a student like us?”‍‌

“…I’m​​ 21 years old.”‍‌

“You⁠​​ heard him. Even‌​ if he’s a little scrappy, don’t​ discriminate and treat‌ him well. Ahkroto,⁠​ go sit wherever‌‍ there’s an empty⁠⁠ seat.”

“…My​ name is Ahgrot,‌ professor.”

“Yes,‍‌‌ yes, Ahkroto.”

The‌​⁠ professor waved his​ hand dismissively. It‌ wasn’t that he‌‍ didn’t know the‍‍‍ name—he simply didn’t‌ care.

‘Senior​‌ Fernan said they’d⁠‍​ treat me well…’⁠

What​‍ was this professor’s⁠‍ name again? Something‌ like Grad… what‌⁠​ else?

Ahgrot‍⁠ quickly searched for‌​⁠ an empty seat.‍⁠

“Sit​​ next to the‍ blond boy with‌ brown eyes. That’s‍​​ Aint Armian, I know him, so⁠ if you mention⁠‍ my name, he’ll‍‌ treat you well.​⁠​ If you suggest​​ hunting corrupts together,‍ he’ll welcome you​‌ with open arms.”​​‍

“Are‍⁠ you Aint?”

“You⁠‍‌ know me…? No,⁠‌​ wait, you know‍ who I am?”‌‍⁠

Nailed⁠ it on the‍‍ first try.

“Fernan⁠‍ has spoken of⁠ you several times.”‍​

“You‍‌‍ know senior Fernan…?‌​‍ Ah.”

So⁠‍​ Fernan had arranged⁠ for him to‌​ transfer. Aint understood‌⁠ the situation much⁠ better now.

“If⁠‌ Fernan sent you,​ then…”

Aint’s‍ voice dropped.

“Have​‍ you already fought‍‌ corrupts?”

“Not‌‌⁠ corrupts—monsters. With a little help from⁠ Fernan.”

“I‍ see. Got it.”​‍​

Aint‍ held out his‍​​ hand.

“I’m⁠‌ Aint Armian. Nice⁠‍⁠ to meet you.”‌​‍

“I’m​‍​ Ahgrot.”

“Silence,‍ everyone. The next⁠⁠⁠ one—well, no need​‌ for introductions. Sit⁠⁠‍ wherever you like.”​‌

“Yes,⁠ professor.”

The​‌ second student also​ sat next to‌‌ Aint.

“Long‌‍ time no see,‌ Aint.”

“We⁠⁠‍ saw each other⁠​‌ recently.”

“Don’t‍ you remember that‌ was last winter?”​‍

The​ prodigal son who​ had left the‌⁠ academy, Varus Dene,⁠​ was back.

***‌⁠

After‍‌ finishing his first​​ class without issue,‌​ Fernan requested an‌ audience in the​⁠ faculty building and‌⁠ received it promptly.‌‌

“Well,‍ here comes the⁠⁠‌ idiot.”

Professor​ Rosalia greeted him‍⁠ with a cigarette⁠‌⁠ in her mouth.‍

“Talking​ about me?”

The‍​⁠ last time he’d‌ seen her was‍‍ in Valerich, when‍ they traveled together⁠‍⁠ to attend the​‌ reopened Continental Academic‌⁠ Conference.

After​‍​ that, she had⁠ stayed in Valerich‌ until the holidays.‌‌‍

“Didn’t‌ you say that‌ anyone who got​‌ someone without merit‍‍ into the academy⁠‌ was an idiot?”​‍

“I​ said if it’s‌‍‍ someone without aptitude,‌ yes.”

“I‍‍​ didn’t use those​‍ words.”

“Well,⁠​ I’m using them‌ now.”

“So⁠‌‍ you’re telling me⁠‍‌ that short dwarf‍ has aptitude.”

“He’s‌⁠⁠ strong. And he’ll​⁠ be quite useful.”‍

The⁠‌​ oracle had already​ pointed him out⁠‍​ as Aint’s companion.⁠​

And‍⁠ both Luina and‌‌ Aria, the first‌​​ to join him,‍ were growing powerfully.​

Ahgrot‌ was one too—and‌‍ he would grow​ even more.

“How‌ did you convince​‍ the dean?”

“I‌‍⁠ made a generous‌ donation.”

It‍‌‍ wasn’t just money;‌​ he also mentioned​ the corrupts. It‍ hadn’t been easy,‍‍ but in the​‍ end, it worked.​‌

“What‍‌⁠ a shame. It​⁠ would’ve been better‌‌ if you’d invested⁠ in me.”

“Didn’t​⁠ you finish your​​‌ research already?”

“For⁠ now, yes, but⁠​ who knows when⁠⁠‍ I’ll start another.”​‌⁠

“They‍ say the rich‍‍ always want more.​ With this contract,⁠⁠⁠ you already have‌‍ enough to live‌⁠ comfortably for life.”​‍

“…Did‌‍​ you just say‌‍​ that to me?”⁠​⁠

Professor‌ Rosalia was stunned.‌⁠⁠ Her mouth dropped‍‍ open and the⁠​ cigarette fell from​‍⁠ her lips.

“Must​ be that the‌⁠ stress of research‌‌​ made me go‌‍ mad for a moment. Hearing you‌ say that…”

“…Is⁠⁠ it really that⁠ shocking?”

“Enough.‌‌‍ I don’t want​⁠ to talk about​ it anymore.”

Rosalia‌‌‌ picked up the⁠ cigarette, lit it‌‍ again, and took​⁠‍ a deep drag.‍

“Thanks⁠‌​ for everything.”

“Thanks?”⁠

“Thanks‌ to you, I earned a lot.‌​‌ I owe you.”​​​

“You‍​⁠ were the only‍‌‍ kid who dared​‍ to invest a fortune in me.‌‌ What you achieved​ is yours, not‍‌‍ mine.”

Back‌​ then, her research‍‌‌ had potential, but‍‌ her youth was‌ a big obstacle.⁠

Even‍‍‌ though she was‍ recognized as a genius in Vienderk,‍‌ she was still‍‌ just a girl.⁠

Not⁠ even her own‍‍‍ family invested in⁠⁠⁠ her. Who would?‌⁠‌

They’d⁠​ think it was​⁠‍ just the Duke‍⁠‍ of Vienderk’s will.‌⁠‍

The​​‌ only one who​‌​ ignored all that​ was Fernan, who‍⁠⁠ even as a child understood the​​ real value of‌‌ money.

“Still,‍​ I didn’t expect‌ the results to‌‍​ come so soon.”‌‍​

She‌ had estimated at⁠ least twenty years.‍

“I’m‌ better than you​⁠ think.”

“Yes,​ that’s clear.”

Fernan​ sat back in​⁠ the chair.

“So,‌‍ did you already​‌‍ talk to my‌‌​ father?”

“Yes.”‍‍

Rosalia⁠ tapped the ash‌‍‍ into the ashtray.⁠

“We​ agreed to do‌‌ it over the‍ winter break. Thanks⁠‍ to you. That⁠ box you gave‍⁠​ me opened my⁠⁠‍ eyes.”

“But‍‌‍ you said back​‌⁠ then it was‍ just a small‌​‍ clue.”

“The⁠​ more I study​‌ it, the deeper⁠ it gets.”

“…Have‌‌​ you had another⁠​ revelation?”

Instead⁠​​ of answering, the‌‍‌ professor lit another​‌ cigarette.

“…What⁠ the hell is⁠⁠​ in that box?”‍‍⁠

“You‍​ shouldn’t be asking⁠⁠​ me.”

“I​⁠ suppose not…”

Who​ the hell made⁠​‍ it? Did the‍​​ first emperor have‍⁠‍ such an amazing‍ mage at his‌ side?

‘The⁠ high priest of​ the Dragon God‌‌ Cult?’

In‍​‌ his time, he​ was considered the⁠​ most powerful mage‌ in the world.‍

Maybe‌ he was even‍ greater than Fernan‍⁠ had imagined.

“…And​⁠‌ have you decided‍​​ who it’ll be?”‌

The⁠‍‌ positions of Archmages‌ and Royal Knights‍⁠‌ were limited.

For⁠⁠‍ someone to rise,⁠ another had to⁠ give up their‍ place.

“Duke⁠ Yvon is a coward. I told‍‍‍ him I didn’t​ care who it‌ was, but…”

“There’s‍​ no point picking‌ the weaker option‍‍ when there’s a stronger one.”

“With⁠⁠⁠ a 0.001% chance,⁠⁠ if it’s me,​ it becomes 100%.”⁠

Professor​‍ Rosalia spoke with⁠​⁠ absolute confidence.

Fernan‍‍‌ knew it wasn’t‌ empty confidence—but still,⁠‍ you never know.‍​

“It⁠​‍ can’t be taken‌ lightly.”

Because​​​ her opponent would‍ be an Archmage.​‍⁠

And‍ her first step⁠ couldn’t be a misstep.

Not​ for her. Not⁠ for Fernan. Not​​​ for his father.​‍⁠

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