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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 179

Chapter 179

With⁠​​ the start of⁠ the new semester,​‍⁠ the atmosphere at⁠​⁠ the Academy was‌ quite different from​‍‍ before.

There​‌​ had been incidents​‍⁠ with corrupts wreaking​⁠ havoc and even⁠ the appearance of‌‍‌ demons, but for⁠‍‍ most students, those⁠⁠‍ things felt distant.⁠‌​

Especially⁠⁠ because the problems‌⁠ that did arise‍⁠⁠ at the Academy​ were dealt with‌‌‌ before they could‌ grow too large,​​ thanks to Fernan,‍⁠⁠ Aint, and the‍‌​ headmaster.

However,‍ the situation in‌‌ the Kingdom of‌​ Esrin felt different.‍‌​

The⁠ first, second, and‍‌​ third princes were​⁠⁠ recruiting private troops,‌​ and the nobles⁠‍ were dividing themselves‍​ to support one‍ or the other.⁠⁠‌

Moreover,‌⁠⁠ most of the​ students from Esrin​⁠ had not returned​⁠ to the Academy.​

That‍‍‌ made even the‍ other students sense⁠⁠‌ the tension of‌⁠ war, and Fernan‍⁠​ felt it too.​‍

‘Looks​​ like this is‍‌⁠ going to drag​‌‍ on much longer​ than I thought…’‌

War‌ wasn’t far off.​‌⁠ In the Empire,​‍‍ there had always‍‌‌ been conflicts among​⁠ nobles.

But‍ what made Esrin’s​ case so serious⁠ was that it‌⁠ was a war‌⁠‍ for the throne.‍‌​

And‍​‌ Esrin was no⁠ weak country.

‘So‌​ they’re not planning⁠​ to give up?’​⁠​

This⁠ was different from​⁠ what Fernan had​​⁠ foreseen.

‘History‌ has changed.’

He⁠⁠​ thought that with⁠ the first prince​ surviving in Valerich⁠​ when he should‌‌​ have died, the‌‍‍ confusion over succession​ would be resolved‌ clearly.

His​‌​ prediction had only⁠‌‍ been half correct.‍

It‌ was true that‍‍‍ the first prince​ was the strongest⁠‍‌ candidate and that⁠‌‍ nearly everyone thought⁠ he would become‍ king.

The‍⁠​ problem was that⁠⁠ the current king‍‌‍ had not proclaimed⁠ him as heir.​

And‍‌ the ambition of⁠⁠ the other princes⁠ had turned out‌ to be far​⁠ greater than expected.‍

The⁠ king was dying⁠​ without naming a successor, and the⁠​‌ second and third⁠ princes took the‍⁠ opportunity to join‍‍​ forces.

If​‌ you added the‍‍⁠ corrupts to the‍⁠ mix, the weight⁠‌ tilting toward the‍‌ first prince could‌ quickly balance out.⁠​​

‘Another‍​‌ mistake was thinking‍‌ the corrupts would‌‍ stay quiet.’

With‍‌⁠ Adolf, there had‌‌ already been a stumble thanks to⁠ Fernan, and the⁠ plans for the⁠ dwarves’ underground city‌⁠ had been ruined.⁠‍

That’s‌‍​ why he thought‌‌ at least for⁠‌​ a while, they‍‍⁠ would remain calm.⁠‌⁠ But it was​‌‍ the opposite.

The‍⁠⁠ losses had been‍​‍ enormous, so they‌‌ had no intention⁠‌ of abandoning Esrin.‍‍

‘Don’t‌⁠ they realize that⁠⁠ if they rush‍‍ things again, I’ll‍‌‌ stop them with‌​‌ Aint?’

“Hyde,⁠‍⁠ what do you‌‌ think?”

“Why‍⁠ worry about whether⁠​ you’ll stop them,​ young master?”

“You⁠⁠‍ think the same‍​ as I do.”⁠‌⁠

“Yes.‍​ They think the‌​‌ young master is​‌ still under their‍⁠‍ illusion. And that​ Aint can’t do‌​‍ anything alone, so‌‌‍ it’s enough to‍​​ block you.”

Then​‍‍ the answer was‌‍‌ obvious.

“Soon,‍​⁠ Count Daniel or‍‌​ some other corrupt‍ will come looking⁠​ for me.”

They⁠​ would try to⁠ place another illusion​​‍ on him to⁠ keep him from‌⁠ getting involved in‌​⁠ this matter. Not​​ only Fernan, but​‌ also Aint.

“Because‍‍‌ they think that⁠ by supporting him,⁠⁠‍ I influence him‍​⁠ heavily.”

“More⁠​ than think—it’s the‌ truth, young master.”⁠

“Exactly.​ So it’ll be⁠ obvious.”

The⁠‌‌ one who suddenly​⁠‍ came looking for‌ him—that would be‌ a corrupt.

And⁠ that was the‌⁠ moment Fernan was⁠‌‌ waiting for.

To⁠​​ pretend he’d fallen‌‍⁠ for the illusion⁠ and follow the⁠‍‌ thread all the​⁠‍ way to the‌ root of the‌⁠ corrupts.

“Think‌​ they’ll bring another‍‌ book this time?”‍‍⁠

“Most‌⁠‍ likely.”

“It’d​ be good to‌‌ take it and​⁠ study it.”

“Won’t⁠ be easy.”

“Could‍ set a trap‌‍‍ for them.”

Either‍‍‌ way, if they⁠ wanted to place‍ an illusion on‌‌ him, they had​ to approach first.⁠⁠

“What‍​ kind of trap?”‌‍‌

“Still‌ need to think‍ about it…”

Just​‌ as he was‍ about to drop‌ the topic of​‌​ the corrupts, a new prophecy came‍‍ to mind.

【An⁠​ unusual torrential rain‍⁠ falls over Alprosen,‍‌ completely flooding the‌​⁠ vast Hopen Plain​ in the north.】‍‍​

【Crops⁠‌​ ready for harvest‌⁠​ are ruined under‍⁠ the water. Farmers‌ cry in despair.】‌

Aint,‍​​ reading the newspaper,‌ showed concern.

— This is a disaster. Isn’t the​​ Hopen Plain one⁠⁠ of the most‍‍‍ fertile lands on‍​ the entire Lutar‍ continent?

“Yes.‍‌⁠ It’s even called‌ Alprosen’s granary. This‌⁠ is pretty serious.”‌

No,​ it was something‌​‍ much more serious⁠‍ than “pretty serious.”​

‘A‌ flood in the‌‌⁠ Hopen Plain?’

Alprosen‍ was one of⁠​​ the few kingdoms⁠ capable of rivaling‌⁠ the Empire.

Its⁠ territory was just‌⁠ a quarter of​ the Empire’s, but​​ its population density⁠​⁠ was high.

And​​​ the Hopen Plain‌‌ was the main⁠‌ agricultural area that​ fed the kingdom—a⁠‍ massive region, comparable‍​⁠ to a small‌​‌ country.

‘And⁠ according to the⁠​ prophecy, it won’t⁠‌‍ be long before‍‌ it happens.’

It‍⁠‌ was a sudden‌ rain. They likely⁠ wouldn’t be prepared​​ enough.

‘This‍‌ would be a chance to make​ a fortune… but⁠ I don’t like‍‍⁠ it.’

The‍​ idea unsettled him‍ because he remembered‌⁠ when the corrupts​‌ had manipulated the​‌‍ weather to make​⁠ it rain.

‘Could‌​‌ it be their‌​‌ doing…?’

Rain‌ big enough to‍ flood the northern​‌​ half of Alprosen​ sounded excessive, but‌ he couldn’t rule​ it out.

Another⁠‌ prophecy surfaced immediately.‍‍‌

“Aint,​ it’s terrible! Look‍ at this!”

Aria⁠​ came running, gasping​‌​ with the newspaper‍‌ in hand.

【Tragedy​ in Alprosen. The​ crown prince, Hein⁠ Alprosen, dies in​‍‌ disgrace.】

【During‌⁠ an inspection of‌ the flood-devastated north,​‌⁠ the royal party‍⁠​ is attacked by‌‌‍ a horde of⁠‌ monsters…】

“…The⁠ crown prince of​⁠‍ Alprosen is dead?”⁠‍

“Looks​‍​ like the flood‌‌‍ didn’t just sweep​‌ away the Hopen​ Plain, but the⁠ entire north. Many​ monster nests were⁠‍ submerged or destroyed.”‌

In‍​​ other words, hordes​⁠‍ of enraged, displaced‌‌‍ monsters had caught⁠ them off guard.‌

“But…​‍ it doesn’t make‍‌ sense. A crown‌‌​ prince should’ve been​‍‌ well protected.”

“Exactly.”⁠‌

Aria⁠‌‌ nodded.

“And‍ the declared escort​ forces were sufficient.‍ But even so,‍‌ they were annihilated.‌ There are no‍‍ monsters in northern​⁠ Alprosen capable of‍ wiping out the‍⁠ entire royal guard.​​⁠ Doesn’t that seem‍⁠ strange?”

“…Did​​ the corrupts intervene?”‍​

“No⁠ doubt. Senior thought⁠ the same. Right,‌‌ Luina?”

Luina’s⁠‍‍ voice came out‍ cold.

“Doesn’t‌‌ matter what it‍‌ is. If they’re‍‍ corrupts, we just​ kill them all.”⁠

From‍​‌ her eyes radiated⁠ a palpable murderous‌⁠ intent.

The‍​‌ news was more⁠​‌ than shocking. There‌‍ wasn’t even time​‍‍ to reflect on‌‌‌ how much Luina⁠‌​ had changed since​⁠⁠ she lost her‍ parents and her‍‌ lands.

‘The‍​‍ crown prince is‍‌​ dead?’

And‍ not just any‍‌ prince—the prince of​⁠ Alprosen.

That‌​‌ kingdom, along with‌‌ the Empire, was‌​ among the major‌ powers. Many even​​‍ called it a “great kingdom” to⁠⁠ distinguish it from⁠​‌ the rest.

‘If​​ the corrupts are‌ involved… what are‍‌‌ they after?’

The​ answer was obvious.​

‘A⁠ civil war.’

They‍⁠‌ thirsted for blood​‌ and corpses. With⁠ that, they would⁠ fuel summonings of‌‍ monsters and demons.​

“Aint.”‌

“Daniel.”​

A young man with‌‍ snow-white hair approached‍‌⁠ Aint.

It​‍​ had been just⁠⁠ a week since‌​‍ the news of​‌⁠ the crown prince’s​‌‍ death appeared in‌⁠ the papers.

It⁠ was Daniel Alprosen,​‍⁠ the third prince.‌ He looked exhausted,‌ worn down by​ stress.

“I’ll‌​​ get straight to‍‍ the point. I need your help.”‌

‘…So​ that’s how everything‌‌​ ties together.’

A memory of the​⁠​ next prophecy.

‘Is‍ this…?’

— It’s a pendant.‌‍‌

At⁠‍‍ the place where​⁠‌ the crown prince‍​⁠ and his retinue‍ had fought against⁠ the monster horde,⁠ the rain had‌‍‍ uncovered a pendant​⁠ buried in the‌ mud.

‘Looks‌‍ valuable. No one​‌‌ picked it up?’⁠

— It must’ve been‍⁠​ buried during the‍ battle and surfaced‌​‍ with the rain.​

Click.‍⁠

Aint‍‌ opened the pendant.‌ Inside was a photo taken with‍‍‌ a magical projector.‍​

— That dark blue‍⁠⁠ hair and emotionless⁠⁠ gaze… looks familiar.‌

“…Professor⁠‍ Rosalia?”

Fernan‍‌ woke up abruptly.‍

Hyde⁠ wiped the cold​ sweat running down​ his temple.

“Was‍ it a prophecy,‌​​ young master?”

“Yes.”‍​

“Seems‍ like you saw‌⁠ something quite bad…”‌

“I‍ saw something very​ bad.”

Even‍​ though he had‍​⁠ managed to change​ the future before,⁠‍⁠ this time the‍⁠ vision had a high chance of​⁠‌ coming true.

Just‌ like with Esrin.‍‌

“There’s‍ a prince from‍⁠​ Alprosen in second⁠‌ year, right?”

“Yes.‍‌‍ Daniel Alprosen, third​ prince. He’s in‌⁠ the second year‍⁠​ of magic, ranked⁠⁠‍ sixth, and lives​⁠ in the Ravidus‌​ Hall.”

“Daniel…”‌

What⁠⁠‌ a coincidence that⁠‌ he had the‌ same name as‍‍‌ that damned corrupt.‍

“Go⁠‍⁠ tell Aint I want to see‌ him.”

Alprosen‌ and Esrin.

This​​ had to be⁠‍ stopped. No matter​ what.

***‌

In‌ an old-style room.‍‍⁠

The​​ reddish light of​ sunset came through‍​ the window of‍⁠​ the secondary palace,​‍ breaking into soft‍‍ glints.

“…My⁠ brother sent a letter to the‌‍‌ Academy?”

Tulwin⁠ Esrin, third prince​⁠ of Esrin, turned⁠⁠‍ away from the‌‍ letter.

The‍‍ messenger bowed his⁠ head.

“Yes,‍‍​ your highness.”

“…Tell‍⁠‌ Count Flaris to​⁠‍ come see me​ immediately.”

“Yes,‍ your highness!”

The​‌‍ messenger rushed out.‍‍⁠

“What‍‌ do you think‌‌ of this?”

The‍⁠ prince looked back⁠ at the letter,‌​‌ and in the‌⁠⁠ shadowy corner of‌‍⁠ the study, where‌ the light didn’t⁠‍ reach, a man​ was calmly reading⁠⁠‍ the newspaper.

“Seems⁠​ like the first⁠ prince is quite‍ the coward.”

Or‍ rather, that he⁠‌ was being cautious​ would be a more accurate way⁠ to put it.⁠

“What⁠​ disappoints me is​ that there was​ a survivor.”

“…That⁠​ no longer matters.⁠ Why do you‍ think my brother‍ sent the letter‍ to the Academy?”‌​⁠

“The‍⁠‌ same reason you’re‌​‌ already suspecting, your⁠ highness.”

“To‌⁠ Aint Armian?”

The‍‍‌ man, Count Daniel,‌⁠ nodded.

“When⁠​ people hear the​‌ word ‘demons’, they‌ immediately think of⁠‍ Armian.”

“That’s⁠​⁠ serious!”

“Not‌⁠ really.”

Daniel‍​⁠ calmly flipped the‍‍ page of the​‌​ newspaper.

“One‍⁠ of the slaves⁠ we gathered for⁠​ the monster summoning⁠‌ escaped due to⁠‍‌ negligence, but his​⁠‌ mind was already‌⁠ half-broken by magic.⁠‍ Even if he⁠‌ ran with the‌ news to the​​ first prince, whatever‌‍ he said would‍⁠ sound like mad‍‌‍ ramblings.”

Even‍ if it were‌‍​ true, the first‍‍ prince couldn’t just‍⁠‌ accept the words‌‌ of a madman.‌

“And‌ look. Days have⁠ passed since the​​​ fugitive went to⁠‌​ the first prince’s‌ side, and nowhere​‌ is anyone talking‍ about corrupts or​ monsters.”

The​​ first prince couldn’t‍⁠ go public because​⁠ he didn’t have⁠ solid proof.

If⁠‍ it were true,‌ it would completely‍⁠ sink the third‍​ prince, but if​⁠‌ it wasn’t, the‍‍ backlash would be⁠​ devastating.

“Then​​‍ the letter isn’t‍⁠​ important?”

“I⁠‍ wouldn’t say that.‌​‍ The mere fact⁠⁠‍ that the first​‌‍ prince sent a letter to the⁠‍ Academy, to Aint‌ Armian, says it​⁠ all.”

His⁠ intention was clear—to‍‌‌ avoid making noise‍ for now and,‌‍‍ through Aint, try‌ to find some⁠​ lead.

“But​ the first prince‌ overlooks something.”

That‍ Aint was still⁠‌ a student, and​ that the Academy‍⁠ had already resumed‍ classes.

“During‍‌​ the semester, it’s⁠‍⁠ not easy for​‌ a student to​ leave the Academy‌ for a long​‌ time. Especially not‌⁠ to deal with‌‍ another kingdom’s affairs.”⁠⁠

“And‌ besides, if it’s‌‍ discovered that Aint⁠⁠ Armian is helping​‌‌ the first prince‍‍ of Esrin, it​‍⁠ will turn against⁠‍ him. Just like‍ you and your‍​ brother can’t stand⁠‌ each other, the​⁠ same goes for​​ Armian and Schwaben.”‌‍

If‍​​ Schwaben found an⁠⁠ excuse to attack​⁠⁠ Armian, he wouldn’t‍‍ hesitate to use‍‍⁠ it.

And‌​ Aint didn’t yet​‍ have the political‍⁠ power to withstand‍⁠ that pressure.

“That’s⁠ why we don’t​‌ need to worry‍ about Armian.”

“Then‌⁠ who?”

“Fernan‍ Pellenberg.”

“Fernan?⁠ Why are you​⁠ suddenly talking about⁠‌‍ Fernan Pellenberg?”

“Many⁠ people ignore it,⁠‌ but he has‌ defeated more corrupts‍‍‌ and monsters than​ anyone thinks.”

Together‍​​ with Aint Armian.‌​

“Recently,⁠​​ too…”

Daniel​‌ sighed, recalling the⁠​‌ situation with the​​ underground city.

He‍‌‌ had tried to‌ seal it with‍ an illusion in‌‌​ Fridian, and then⁠ Fernan ruined everything⁠ below ground.

“Recently⁠‌ what?”

“Nothing…‌​ Back to the​‌ point: Fernan has‍ something Aint doesn’t.”‍⁠​

Money‌⁠ and power. And​​ the strength that⁠​ comes with it.‌⁠​

“Fernan‍‌ hates corrupts as​ much as Aint.‌ So, if something​‌ happens, he’s the⁠​‍ one who will‌⁠⁠ come. Don’t underestimate‌​‍ him.”

“But⁠‍ Fernan Pellenberg isn’t⁠​‍ exempt from accusations⁠‍ of interfering in​ internal affairs either.”​

“Not‍ completely. But compared‌ to Armian, the⁠⁠⁠ difference is like‍‍ fireflies against the‍​ full moon.”

The‍ Golden Turtle Company‌‍⁠ had branches all​ over Esrin. Protecting​ them from civil⁠‍ war would be⁠‌​ excuse enough—even if​ it wasn’t needed,‍ because the Pellenberg‌ family’s bribe network⁠⁠ was so widespread‍⁠‍ throughout the Empire‌ that it was‌ hard to find​ someone who hadn’t‌ tasted it.

Neither⁠‍‍ Schwaben nor any‌ imperial noble would​‍​ want to make​​ an enemy of⁠ Pellenberg over “so​ little.”

“So‌‌‌ little? How can‍⁠‌ you call internal‌⁠‍ interference so little?”‍

“Because​ Pellenberg has the⁠ power to make‌ it seem so.”‍‌

“Then​‍‍ there’s no way‍‌⁠ to counter that?”‌

“Don’t‍ worry, your highness.”‌​​

Daniel‍ brought a pastry‌​⁠ to his mouth.⁠⁠

“Fernan⁠ is dangerous, and​​ even more so⁠ with his house⁠‍⁠ backing him—but there​ are methods.”

His‍ mind had already⁠ been tainted by‍​‌ magic once.

The​‌ first time is‍ hard. After that,‍ it’s easy.

“Fernan‌‍‌ won’t be able‍‍⁠ to intervene in⁠ Esrin’s civil war.‍​⁠ So, your highness…”‍​‌

“Prepare⁠​ offerings in abundance.”⁠⁠

“I’ll‌‌​ make you king​⁠ of Esrin.”

“I’ll‌‌‍ trust in you.⁠‍ But just in‍‌ case, I’ll send​​ a letter to‍​‌ Aint. All I need is to‌⁠‍ stir up some‌ confusion.”

“As⁠ you wish, your‌‍‌ highness.”

“And​‍ no one must⁠​⁠ ever know of​‍ our connection.”

“Of⁠ course, your highness.‍​​ Besides, the monster⁠‌​ incident wasn’t our⁠​​ fault, right?”

“…Don’t​⁠ forget that.”

The⁠ corrupt, and the‌​ prince who wanted⁠ to be king​‌​ even if he‌‍ had to ally‍‌ with them, shook‌⁠⁠ hands—each hiding their‍ true intentions.

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