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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 18

Chapter 18

“My⁠ lord, it’s a recording sphere sent⁠‍ by the young​​​ master.”

The‌⁠‍ duke took the‍ small sphere handed⁠‌ to him by​⁠‌ the butler and‌‌ observed it silently.‍

“I‌‍‌ see… so this⁠‌ is it.”

Not‍‍ long ago, when⁠ the duke was‌‍‍ briefly away, Fernan‍ had broken into​‍​ one of the⁠​ storerooms. What he‌‍ took was none‍​​ other than the⁠​‍ heart of a Saint Bird—a magical​ beast as rare‌‍ as a phoenix.‌ It was one​ of the treasures⁠​⁠ kept in the‍​​ level-one vault, which‍ housed only the⁠ most valuable items.​​‍

“Wasn’t‌‍ Hyde supposed to‍ deliver it personally?”‌​‍

“Yes,‍‌‍ sir.”

If‍⁠ Hyde had done​ so, it meant‌ he was acting​⁠ under Fernan’s orders.‌‍‍

Although‌‍‌ Fernan had submitted​⁠‌ an official request​⁠​ to withdraw the⁠ item, Hyde had‌‍‌ taken it before‍⁠⁠ approval, using a teleportation magic formation.⁠ This formation required‌‍ a massive amount‌‌ of magic crystals​⁠ and specialized mages—so‍‍‍ much so that‌​⁠ even the duke⁠⁠‍ avoided using it⁠​ unless absolutely necessary.‍

‘To⁠​‍ use a teleportation​ formation before official​⁠ approval…?’

He‍ must have considered​​ it an extremely⁠‌ urgent matter.

Both​​ the withdrawal of‍ the elixir and‍ the use of​‌ the formation were‌​ clear abuses of‍‍ authority, but the⁠⁠ duke held back.​‍⁠

Although‍ Fernan had been​‍‍ acting strangely lately,‌​‌ the duke knew‌‌ he wasn’t someone‌⁠‍ who acted without‌ good reason.

Moreover…⁠⁠‍

“I’ll‍‌⁠ bring definitive proof​‌ in less than‌ a month.”

That’s‍ what Fernan had‌ written in the⁠‌ withdrawal request. Fernan‍ didn’t make empty​⁠ promises. If he⁠ promised something, he‍‌‍ fulfilled it. And‌⁠ if he couldn’t⁠ fulfill it, he​‍ didn’t say it.‌​⁠

That’s‌ how his father‍‍⁠ had raised him.​‍‍ That’s why the​‌‍ duke decided to​ wait. And finally,‌​⁠ today, he received​‍‍ a recording sphere.‌⁠

“But‌‌ I wonder if‌​⁠ this will really‍​ be enough to‍ convince me…”

According⁠‍‍ to the request,⁠‌‌ Fernan claimed the‍​ item was for‍ something extremely important.​​‌

“And‍‍‍ yet he handed​​ it to Aint‌‌⁠ Armian without hesitation…”‌⁠‍

The‍⁠ duke’s eyes turned‌⁠ cold.

The⁠‍ Armian family—a practically‍‌‌ ruined lineage, a hollow shell of‌‌ its former self.‍ It retained the​‍​ honorary title of​ imperial blood and‌ the rank of‍‍ electoral prince, but‍‌ nothing more.

There‌⁠‍ was no reason‍ to gift them‍​‍ something so valuable—not‍ even for political‍‌ courtesy toward Schwaben.​⁠ At least that’s​⁠‌ how the duke​‍ saw it. And‍ surely, the entire‍‌ Empire thought the‍ same.

So⁠ why had Fernan‌‍​ made that decision?​⁠⁠

“And‍ Schwaben’s reaction?”

“We​⁠ don’t know. The​​ young master was‍ extremely discreet. I doubt we’ll ever‌⁠​ find out.”

“That,‌‌ at least, is​⁠ a relief.”

And‍‌​ only just.

“Very‍ well. Let’s watch⁠ this before drawing‍‌ conclusions. Butler, will⁠‍ you view it‍​⁠ with me?”

“Of⁠​ course, sir.”

The​‍ duke injected mana‍ into the sphere‍‍‍ and activated the‍​‌ recording.

And⁠‌ then—

“…”‍

“…”⁠⁠

Neither‍ the duke nor​‌ the butler could‌ utter a word⁠⁠ for a long​​ time after watching‌‌​ everything.

***⁠

Fernan⁠‍‍ headed to one‌ of the commercial‍ companies.

“Build‌‌‍ another warehouse on⁠ this plot and⁠‌‌ fill it with​​​ potions, medical supplies,⁠​​ and emergency items.”⁠⁠⁠

“Pardon?⁠​​ All that, so⁠ suddenly…?”

“There⁠⁠ are more injuries‌‌​ during exams. It’ll​​ be used a lot.”

“But‌ filling an entire​ warehouse is a bit much… Ah,‌ no, my apologies.‍‍ It will be​‌​ done.”

The‌ manager, pressured by‌ his gaze, hurriedly⁠‍⁠ nodded. Fernan didn’t⁠​ scold him. From‌​ his point of⁠ view, the protest‌ made sense.

If‌ he hadn’t seen‍ the future, Fernan‍​ wouldn’t have done‌ it either. The​⁠ coming of Andromalius—this‍⁠‍ was just a small preparation for⁠‍‌ that day.

“Ah,⁠‌‍ and here are⁠​ the documents you​⁠‍ requested, young master.”‌

Still​ somewhat dazed, the‍ manager handed Fernan​​⁠ a stack of⁠‌ papers.

“But⁠ why do you‍ suddenly want to⁠ become a temporary‍⁠‍ assistant?”

“I‌‍ have my reasons.‌‍⁠ You may leave.”⁠​‌

At​⁠‍ Fernan’s order, the‍​ manager bowed and‌ left.

“…Yes.‍ I certainly have‌‍ my reasons now.”‌‍

Fernan‍​​ pulled out a sheet and began‍‍​ writing down the‌ visions he had‌⁠‌ seen the night⁠‌ before.

It‍​ had been a night as painful‌‍ as the first​​‍ time he was⁠⁠ struck by lightning.‌​ But the reward‍‍ for that pain⁠⁠⁠ was incomparably sweet.​⁠‍

“When​​ the known future⁠ ended, new ones⁠ started to emerge.‍ Will it continue‍ like that?”

All​​ signs pointed to‌ yes, although some⁠ recent visions had‍ become more fragmented.‍​ It wasn’t a perfect system.

‘In‌‌ this future, there​‌ are four key‌⁠​ elements.’

Aint’s‍‌‌ rise as a standout first-year and‌⁠ his meeting with‌ a key future‍ ally—Aria Fridian.

The⁠‍‌ joint class “Field‍‌⁠ Survival Techniques” for‌⁠ all first-years.

The⁠​‍ spirit beast and‍‍⁠ the elixir.

“And⁠​ the mithril.”

Meeting​‌ Aria was nothing​ new—he already knew​​ that. The important‌‍ part was that​​‌ after the midterm,​‌‌ a joint class​⁠⁠ would be held,‌‍⁠ and an incident⁠‌ would occur there.‍

During‌ that incident, Aint​‌‍ would encounter a spirit beast, obtain‌‍ an elixir, and⁠⁠‍ discover a mithril⁠⁠⁠ vein.

If‍⁠‌ Fernan didn’t know‌‍​ that, nothing would⁠ happen. But now⁠​‌ that he did,‌​ he couldn’t sit​‌ idly by.

“The​‍ beast and the​⁠ elixir don’t interest⁠ me.”

Those⁠‍‌ were for Aint.​ They were necessary⁠‍ for his growth‌ and his eventual​⁠ battle against the⁠​ demons.

“But…”‌⁠⁠

Fernan‍ circled the word‍ “mithril” several times.⁠​

“The​⁠ mithril is mine.”‌⁠

Mithril—a‍ metal blessed by‌ mana, so valuable⁠‍‍ it was essentially​⁠​ priceless. It was⁠ practically impossible to​‍ obtain.

Not‍ only did it‌ have exceptional mana‍​‍ conductivity and preservation​ capabilities, it could​⁠‍ also be easily​‍ reshaped, making it⁠​⁠ ideal for crafting​‌ superior artifacts.

But⁠‍​ according to the‌ prophecy book, mithril​ wasn’t just that.⁠‌‍

[-​​⁠ Curse it… A mithril vein!

The‌​ beast fell and⁠‍​ the ground split,‍ revealing chunks of⁠⁠⁠ mithril ore everywhere.‍

— We have to‌​ extract it all,‍ Aint! Don’t leave‌‍ a single piece!⁠‌⁠

“Of⁠ course!”]

[-‍‌⁠ If refined, we’ll​‌ get about 5 kg. That’s a huge amount.]

[-‌ Mithril is the​‍ best container among‍​​ all metals. It​​ can hold mana,​⁠​ which is why‍ they call it‍​‌ “the mana-blessed metal.”​‍ But that’s not‌​⁠ all.

— This sword is​‌‌ also made of‌ a mithril alloy.‍⁠ That’s how I was able to‍ house my soul‍‍ in it.]

“…A‍​ mineral capable of‍ containing a soul.”⁠

Soul‌‌⁠ magic was nearly‌ forbidden due to​⁠ its dangers and⁠‍‍ remained largely unstudied.⁠​‍ Thus, almost no‌​⁠ one knew that​ mithril could contain​​ souls.

But‍ Fernan saw in‌‍ that a new‌ possibility.

“If⁠‌ I have this…”​

If⁠‍‍ those 5 kg​​ of mithril came‌​ with such a unique property, then⁠‌⁠ Fernan could finally‍⁠ complete what had⁠⁠ always been a fantasy—merchant-style combat with​​‌ a perfect finishing⁠‍‍ touch.

“It’s⁠‍⁠ mine.”

Any⁠‍‍ butterfly effect caused⁠​‍ by failing to⁠ acquire the mithril‌‍‌ would be crushed​‌ with money and‌‍ financial backing.

“It⁠​ must be mine,‍‍​ no matter what.”​

His‍‍ eyes burned with‍‌ greed.

***‍

Although‌ there were issues⁠‍ with the first-year‍⁠‌ Knight Department exam,‍⁠ they couldn’t simply‌​​ cancel the entire‍‌‍ midterm.

Therefore,‍‌⁠ the academy changed‍ its strategy.

“For‍ this midterm exam,​‌ all practical tests‍⁠‍ have been canceled⁠⁠ for safety reasons.​​​ Instead, they will​​‍ be replaced by​‌ written assessments.”

“Ah…”‍‍‍

“No…!”⁠

“That‌‍‍ means we’ll have​ to study even​⁠‌ more…!”

At‌‍‌ the teacher’s words,​‌ the students clutched‍‍ their heads, dejected.​‍

“Studying​⁠ is something done​‌​ daily. This will⁠​​ show who’s truly​​ been diligent.”

‘Better​⁠​ this way.’

From‌ Fernan’s perspective, it‍​ was much better.⁠⁠ After all, theory⁠‍‍ was his specialty.​​

Since‌‍‌ all practical tests⁠‌​ were replaced by‍ written exams, the‍⁠ midterms proceeded more​ quickly.

“Those‌​ who are finished⁠‍‍ may submit their‍ papers and leave.”‍⁠‌

Fernan‍‍⁠ was always among⁠‍ the first to⁠⁠ leave the classroom.‍‌​ He used the​ extra time to‌ knock on a professor’s office door.‍

“A⁠ request to become‌​‌ a temporary assistant?”​​‍

Professor‌‍ Rosalia skimmed through‌⁠ the documents and⁠‍‍ frowned.

“Is‍​​ there a problem?”​​

“Too‍ many. I wouldn’t⁠‌ know where to​​​ begin pointing them‌‍‌ out.”

Rosalia‍‍ closed the documents.​

“This‍ system is intended⁠‍⁠ for upper-year students⁠‍⁠ who are short⁠⁠ on credits.”

Being​ a temporary assistant‍⁠‍ meant an upperclassman‌‍ acted as a training security staff​‍ for younger students.‍

Normally,‍‍ applicants did so‍​⁠ to fulfill credit​⁠⁠ requirements, though some⁠⁠ also did it‍ for bonus points‍‌‌ to improve their⁠⁠⁠ rankings.

“I​‌⁠ actually am short‍​​ on credits. I spent my first‌‍ year enjoying academy⁠ life a bit​ too leisurely.”

“Did⁠​⁠ you suddenly feel‍​ inspired from being‍ paired with Luina​‍ Bercheff and now⁠​ want to become‌‍ number one?”

“I‌​ at least want‌ to be worthy‌​ of my partner.”‍‍

Even⁠ so, it wasn’t⁠ feasible. Rosalia shook⁠​‍ her head.

“Upperclassmen​​ can be assistants⁠ because they have⁠⁠⁠ fewer mandatory courses.⁠ If you miss⁠‌ class to assist,‍ you lose more⁠​ than you gain.”​

“That’s‌ why I only‌ want to do​⁠ it this once.”‍‍

“The​⁠ first-year joint field⁠‌‌ survival class lasts‍⁠‌ a whole week.​ Even for upper-year⁠ students, it’s impossible.”​‍

Missing‍‌⁠ an entire week‌⁠⁠ would affect many⁠ courses.

“I‌ understand it can⁠ be counted as​​ equivalent credit, right?”‌

Not⁠ just for “Magical‌‍ Survival.” These joint​‌⁠ trainings also covered‍ courses like Combat,‌⁠ War and Magic,‍⁠‍ and Study of‌​ Creatures and Monsters—each​ worth 5 credits⁠ and treated as‌ a block.

It​‌​ was the same​⁠ for second-year students.⁠⁠ In short, being⁠ a temporary assistant​​ could count toward‌‍​ all three courses.‍‍‌

“You​‌⁠ still have Rune‍ Language Introduction, Understanding​‍ of Summic Spells‌‍ and Techniques, Circle‌ Magic Structures and‍ Principles, Elemental Techniques​⁠‍ (Earth), Intermediate Alchemy,‍ Magical Stone Processing‍‍ and Carving, Golem‌‍‍ Engineering, and Study‌ of Magical Equipment.”​‍​

Rosalia‍​‍ listed the mandatory‌‍‍ and elective courses‌⁠ Fernan was taking.‌‌‌

“If‍‌⁠ you truly want‍⁠ to rise in‌⁠ the rankings, you‍‍​ shouldn’t skip those⁠ classes.”

“Missing⁠ one won’t affect⁠‍‍ me too much.⁠​‌ Besides, ‘Golem Engineering’​ is graded with‍⁠‍ assignments, so I don’t need to⁠ attend.”

“Is⁠ it really necessary​​ to go that⁠‍ far?”

“If⁠ I want to​ climb ranks at​​​ this point, I have to work‍⁠ harder.”

She⁠‍ stared at him.​⁠‍ Fernan returned her‌ gaze unwaveringly.

“According‍⁠​ to the rules,​⁠ there are two‌⁠⁠ requirements to become​ a temporary assistant.”​‌‌

“First,‍⁠‌ to be in​ the top ten⁠ of your department.⁠ Second, not to⁠ supervise peers or‌ seniors.”

Since‌ the task involved‍ overseeing students in​⁠‍ potentially dangerous situations,​‍ a clear skill‍⁠​ gap was needed.‍​‍

“And⁠‌ I meet both.”​‍

Fernan‌ ranked tenth in⁠⁠⁠ the Department of‌​‌ Magic, and the‍ training he aimed⁠ to assist with‌ was for first-years.⁠‌⁠

“…Very‍‍ well. If the‌‌ rules allow it,‌‍‌ I’ll approve it.​‍‍ But the consequences‍⁠​ are entirely on‍‌⁠ you.”

“Thank‍‌⁠ you.”

Fernan‍ bowed.

Sure‍⁠⁠ enough, approaching Professor​ Rosalia—who stuck strictly‌‌ to the rules—had‍‍ been the right⁠​​ choice.

‘Still,‍​‌ I hope I can limit myself‍⁠ to the basic​ duties of an⁠‌ assistant.’

He‍​⁠ was taking precautions⁠​ just in case,⁠ but securing the‍ mithril during this⁠​ assistant work was​‌‌ a last resort.‌‌​

Fernan‍​ sincerely hoped that‌​​ “just in case”‍‌​ wouldn’t come to‍​​ pass.

***⁠⁠​

“…Finally,‌‍​ I can breathe.​​⁠ My head hurt.”​‍‌

Crunch.‌

Luina⁠⁠ swallowed a sweet​ chocolate and let​⁠ out a long​ sigh.

“Were‍ the exams that‍‍​ hard?”

“I’d⁠ rather have duels​⁠‍ or practical tests.‌‍ But everything had⁠​ to be replaced‍‌​ with written exams…”⁠

Even⁠ as a knight,⁠ it didn’t mean​‌ she only knew‍ how to fight‍​ or was dumb.‌

Knights⁠⁠‌ were expected to‍‌ have a solid‍‌​ foundational education, and​ anyone who had‍⁠ entered the academy‍ was far from​⁠ ignorant.

Still,⁠‍‌ being a knight,⁠‍ it was natural⁠ to prefer action‌‌⁠ over theory—especially for‌ someone who had​‍ reached second place⁠⁠​ thanks to her‍ skills.

“By​‌ the way, is⁠‌ everything okay with​ that?”

“Probably.”​‌

“That‌‍‍ sounds too vague.”⁠

“It’s⁠​‌ not like I know everything.”

Since​​ he couldn’t remember‌‌‌ every detail from‍‍‌ the prophecy book,‍⁠ he couldn’t say⁠⁠‌ whether the northern‌⁠⁠ monsters would go⁠⁠‍ berserk again.

“And‌ the demons? The​ one who turned⁠‌⁠ Verian into a demon must still​​ be in the⁠⁠ academy, right?”

“That’s‍​ true. I also⁠ think so. I plan to investigate‍​ soon.”

Once‍⁠‌ Hyde returned in‌⁠ a few days,‍​​ he’d task him‍ with it. Hunting​⁠​ demons wasn’t easy,‌‍ and Hyde was‍ the best suited.​⁠⁠

“But​‍‌ the more I think about it,​ the more it‍ bothers me. Shouldn’t⁠ we tell the⁠‌ professors…?”

“If​⁠ we talk, they’ll‍‌ ask how we‌‌⁠ know. And then⁠ we’d have to‍​‌ reveal what happened⁠​ with Verian. Just‌ this once, we’ll⁠‍⁠ keep quiet. From​ now on, we⁠‌ report immediately.”

“So‍‍ you think the‍ demons will strike‍⁠‍ again?”

Fernan‍‍ nodded.

No⁠‌⁠ need to consult‍ the prophecy book.‌‍ The first time‌‍ is hard, but​‍⁠ the second is‌ always easier.

“But‍ why the academy?​⁠ What could they⁠‍ be after?”

“Just‌‌ a guess, but…‍‍ the academy gathers⁠​⁠ top talent not‌ only from the⁠ Empire but neighboring​⁠‌ nations too. If⁠ something happens here…”​

“It’d​ be like destroying‍​‌ the Empire’s future.‌​‍ I get it.”‍‌‍

‘I’ll‌‍ never let that​ happen.’

Luina‍ became unnecessarily resolute.​‌

“If​‌​ you ever need⁠​ help, count on‍​‍ me. Especially if‌‍⁠ it’s about demons.”‌⁠⁠

“Of‍ course.”

Seeing‍​‍ her offer herself‍ up without him​ even asking, Fernan​ smiled with satisfaction.‌ That was enough‌​ to use her⁠⁠⁠ for free until‍ the end.

“By‌‌‌ the way, that​‌ elixir didn’t actually​⁠ exist, did it?”‌⁠⁠

“Correct.”‌⁠​

“I‍ figured. To be‌​ honest, if you’d​ told me up​‍⁠ front he was‍​ a demon, I never would’ve believed​⁠​ you.”

“Thanks⁠⁠​ for understanding.”

She’d‌⁠⁠ probably only realize‍​ much later how​ foolish it was‌⁠ to make that‍ promise.

***⁠

Whether‌​‍ due to the⁠‌ appearance of a demon, a monster‍​‍ frenzy, or selling‌​ his future away‍ for free—time marched​​ on.

And‍⁠ at last, the‌​ eventful midterms came‍‌ to an end.​

Because​‍ of the chaos⁠​ from the monster​⁠​ frenzy, most exams⁠⁠ were switched to‍⁠ written format, so⁠​‍ the results came​ out quickly.

Fernan‍⁠‍ pushed past murmuring‍ students and headed‌⁠‍ straight for the​‌ score sheet posted​​⁠ on the wall.‍​

【Academy‍ – Midterm Results​‍‌ – Department of‍‍‌ Magic, Second Year】​‌⁠

【1st⁠ – Fernan Pellenberg‌​‌
2nd – Carlo‍ Deneb
3rd – Ludger‌‍ Schwaben
4th – Daisy…】⁠⁠⁠

“Fernan⁠ got first?”

“Was‍ it because of​⁠ the practical?”

“What?⁠​‍ That didn’t count.⁠‍ It wasn’t part‌ of the midterms.”‍⁠

“Huh?⁠‍ Then how…?”

“…The‌⁠ final grade does⁠‌ include finals, but⁠ still…”

The‌​ academy rankings were‌​ based solely on⁠ mandatory courses. Electives⁠⁠ granted credits but⁠‍ didn’t significantly impact‍ rank.

Everyone‍ was confused.

Although‍⁠ Fernan had started⁠​‍ scoring well this‌ semester, no one​⁠​ expected him to‌​‌ jump straight to⁠ first place.

While‍‌ everyone tried to⁠‌⁠ figure out the‍‌ exact cause—

“…This⁠‌‌ is kind of‍‌⁠ cheating.”

Fernan‍‌ knew the reason⁠ exactly.

‘Was⁠ the demon’s butterfly‌​​ effect really this‌‌ strong?’

Due‌​ to the monster​‍ frenzy, all practical‌⁠ exams were switched⁠​⁠ to written.

And⁠⁠​ he, who compensated​‌⁠ for his practical⁠‍​ weaknesses with theoretical​ dominance, simply maintained⁠ his edge.

Perhaps,‍‌​ the result had‍⁠ been inevitable.

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