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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 181

Chapter 181

[As‌⁠​ you said, unprecedented‌⁠ rain has been‌⁠‍ falling for days​‍ in the plains⁠⁠ of Hopen and‌⁠ in the north⁠​‌ of Alprosen.

I will believe you.⁠ For now, I will follow your‍‍‍ words, but someday‍‍‍ you will have‍‍ to explain it​ clearly.]

Fernan‌‌ clenched his fist.‍​

“We​​ did it! We‌⁠ did it!”

His‌ father had believed⁠⁠​ him. Not only​‍​ that it was‌​ raining in the​ Hopen plains, but​ that he really‍⁠⁠ had a book​⁠ of prophecies—and that‍‌​ it was genuine.⁠‌‌

That⁠​ difference changed everything.⁠ Fernan felt it​​⁠ immediately—from now on,​ everything would be​​ different.

“Now​ I can truly⁠‌⁠ carry the family⁠⁠⁠ on my shoulders.”‌‍⁠

He‌‌⁠ no longer needed⁠​ to invent cheap​ excuses or live‌​‍ with anxiety.

Fernan‌‌ savored his coffee⁠⁠⁠ calmly. That day,‍⁠​ it even tasted​⁠⁠ sweet.

“Young⁠ master, there’s still‍​​ another letter.”

“Another​ one? My father‍⁠‌ sent two?”

And​​ the first had⁠ already been quite‌ brief.

“It’s‌‍‍ from the crown‍‌ prince of Alprosen.”‌

Fernan’s‍ movements froze instantly.‍

“Give‌ it to me‍⁠⁠ now.”

Reading​ the letter, the⁠‌‍ corner of his​ lips curled.

“It⁠‍​ worked too. I was right.”

“What‌‍ did he say?”​‍‍

“It’s‍ an invitation. The​⁠ prince wants to⁠ meet me in‍ person in Alprosen.”‍‍‍

“Really?‌ May I know​ what you wrote‌‌‍ to him?”

“That‍​‍ I can’t tell​ you. It’s the⁠​‌ prince’s private matter.”⁠​‍

He​​‍ wasn’t about to‍‍​ tell just anyone‌ the story of​​ a potential secret‍‌‍ romance.

“Then‌ we must prepare‌ to depart for⁠ Alprosen. It’s already‍ raining—there’s no time⁠⁠ to waste.”

“…Have​ you forgotten that​‌ you’re still a student?”

“Hyde,‌‌‌ after more than‍‍‍ twenty years by‌​⁠ my side, you​​ still don’t understand⁠​ the most important‍ thing.”

Fernan‌ clicked his tongue​‍‌ and carefully folded⁠​ the prince’s letter,⁠‌ tucking it into‌⁠​ his chest.

“The⁠‌ Academy, at most,⁠‍ can expel me.⁠ But if Alprosen‌ plunges into civil​ war and demons‌ are summoned…”

The‌‍​ entire continent would​⁠‌ perish. The priority⁠‍ was obvious to⁠ anyone.

“Remember‌‌ this well, Hyde.⁠⁠‍ The Academy is‍⁠‍ not the entire⁠​​ world.”

And⁠​⁠ besides.

“Expulsion?⁠ That’s easily solved​‍ with money.”

With‍ the firm backing⁠​​ of his father,⁠‍‍ Fernan feared nothing.‍⁠ He put on‌ his coat.

“Prepare​‌​ the carriage immediately.”‌‌

“Do⁠​ you think you’ll‍‍ be able to​⁠‌ see the rector‍​‍ at this hour?”⁠‍⁠

Hyde​‍ knew him too‍ well after twenty‌‌⁠ years. Although Fernan‌⁠‍ spoke of expulsion,​​‍ it was a last resort, something​ to use only‌​ after exhausting all‍ options.

The​ most reasonable option⁠⁠ now was clear.‌‍⁠

“I’ll‌​‍ see him, for​‍ sure. With how‌‌ irritated he’s been⁠⁠​ lately about the⁠​⁠ corrupt, he hasn’t‌ stepped away from‌‍ the Academy even⁠​ once.”

His‍‌‌ goal was to‍ get the rector’s‍ official permission, so​‍ there would be​‍ no consequences for‍ his absence.

“And​​ if he doesn’t‌ approve?”

“I’ll​‍ make him approve.‌ And if not,‌⁠‍ I can always‌ request a special‌​‌ leave.”

Although⁠⁠ officially the Academy‍‌ did not allow⁠‍‍ leaves except for⁠‍​ war or illness,‌‌‌ Fernan would not‍‍ be stopped by⁠‍ that.

He⁠​ and Hyde headed‌⁠ to the rector’s⁠‍ office.

***‌‌‍

“Corrupts,​ huh? So they​‍‍ intend to attack‌​‍ Alprosen.”

“I​ don’t think you’d​⁠ make up a lie so easy‍​‌ to expose. Was‍​ it information from​ the Golden Turtle‌‌‌ Company?”

“If​⁠ you want to​‍​ go, you can‍‌‌ go. Just remember—if‍‌‌ you return empty-handed,‍ it will count​​‌ as an absence.‍‌ If you bring⁠ proof, it’ll be‍‌​ as if you‌‍ never missed a day.”

The‍ conversation with the‍ rector went better‍⁠​ than expected.

After‍​ so many attacks⁠‌⁠ from the corrupt‍⁠‌ within the Academy,‍‍‍ he was very​​​ inclined to authorize⁠‌​ the mission.

“Aint‍ too? Excellent. And⁠‌​ with a direct​​ letter from the​​⁠ first prince of‌ Esrin, the motive⁠‍​ is solid.”

“Since‍⁠‍ you’re going, I might even authorize​ the third prince⁠‌⁠ to travel as‌​ well. Don’t you‌ want to bring​​ more companions? Maybe⁠‍‍ the same ones​‌​ who fought Andromalius‍⁠ with you.”

Not​‍ only did he​‍ agree, he was⁠‍‍ surprisingly generous.

“Isn’t‌​‌ this problematic?”

No​‌ matter how much‍​ of a rector‍‌ he was, manipulating⁠​ the attendance records​‍‍ of so many‌ students was a risk.

“Aren’t​‌ there limits even⁠⁠ to your prerogatives?”⁠​

“That’s‍ not my problem.⁠​‍ I’ll handle it.”⁠‍‍

The‌‌ rector hadn’t reached‍‍‌ that position by⁠​ chance. Clearly, he⁠ had a plan.⁠⁠

“…That’s​​ how it all‌⁠ turned out.”

After⁠‌‌ sealing the agreement​⁠‍ with the rector,‌ Fernan summoned his‌ companions to a private room in‌ a teahouse.

Luina‌‍‌ Bercheff, Aria Fridian,⁠ Verian Kalburdern, Gismond⁠​‌ Ert, and Aint‌ Armian.

He‌ decided not to‍​​ include Ahgrot for⁠‌‌ now, who still​‌ needed more time‌ to adapt to⁠⁠ the Academy.

“The‍⁠‍ places where the‌‍ corrupt move in⁠​ the shadows are⁠‌⁠ two—Alprosen and Esrin.‍​ And I won’t‍ allow anything to⁠​ happen in either⁠ of them.”

They⁠‌⁠ had split forces‍‍‌ before—it was in⁠‌⁠ Bercheff and Frazia—and‍‍ they managed to⁠‌‍ stop everything. It​ had to be‍‌ the same this​‍ time.

If‌​ both kingdoms fell​ into civil war,⁠‌ the bloodshed would​‌⁠ be brutal, and‌‌ the corrupt would​​ take advantage to⁠‍ summon demons.

That​⁠‍ couldn’t be allowed.‍

“…I‌ figured as much.⁠ We just returned⁠‍​ from Fridian, and‌ here we go​‌ again.”

Gismond,​​​ who had also​ seen the prophecies,⁠ sighed in resignation.⁠

“I​‍ support the idea,‍‌​ senior. How do⁠‍‍ you plan to‍ divide us?”

“You’ll‌​‍ go to Esrin,​‌‌ Aint. The letter‌​ was addressed to‍ you, it’s only⁠‌ logical.”

Fernan,‍⁠⁠ for his part,‌ would go to​ Alprosen.

“Isn’t⁠ that too risky?​ It could be​ seen as interference.”​⁠⁠

“It⁠​‍ would be best⁠ if your involvement⁠ remains secret as​ much as possible.”‌‍‌

But​ if discovered, the‍ rival princes would⁠⁠ use it as⁠‍​ a political weapon‌​​ to attack Armian​⁠ through Schwaben.

“If‍‌ that happens, my​ father will protect‍‍‌ Armian as much​​ as he can.”⁠⁠⁠

“Duke​‍‍ Yvon?”

“Exactly.​ He’ll do everything‌ possible. And we‌ have the letter‍⁠​ as proof that‍⁠ the first prince‌⁠​ himself asked for‍‍ your help.”

Even⁠​‌ so, nothing was‌ perfect. The prince‌‌​ himself might feel‌ uncomfortable with that‌‌ dependence.

“Then‍​ your mission is‍ to prove he​‌⁠ had no choice‍ but to call​‌ on you. So​‌ that everyone acknowledges‌ it.”

“I’ll‍ find and eliminate‌ all corrupt and‍​ monsters.”

“And​ weaken the voices‌ of the rebellious‍‍ princes.”

“That‍⁠ sounds like direct‍⁠ interference in the‌​⁠ succession.”

“No.​‍ Just focus on​‍ sweeping away the​ corrupt and monsters.‌⁠‍ That’s enough.”

Fernan⁠‍ already knew how‍‍ the board was‌‌​ set in Esrin—without​ the intervention of‍ the corrupt, the⁠ other princes would‌ never surpass the⁠⁠‍ first, who already​‌ had the majority‍ support of the​‍ nobility.

“…I’ll‌‍⁠ do my best.‌‍ Who will go‍ with me?”

“Your⁠ friends.”

He​ assigned Aria and‍ Verian to go‍⁠ with Aint, and‌ Luina and Gismond‍ to go with‍‌​ himself.

“Let’s‌‍ go, Luina.”

“Yes.⁠ These corrupt are‌​ scattered all over‌⁠ the continent like​⁠⁠ cockroaches.”

“That’s​⁠​ exactly what they‍‌​ are—cockroaches.”

“Wait‌‌ a second, I’m‍ going too!”

At‌‌ dawn, as the‍‌​ ship sailed away‌​ from the Academy‍ toward the continent​‍ of Lutar, Fernan⁠ remembered something.

“By‌ the way, the‍​ corrupt never came.⁠ I expected him⁠ to show up.”‍‌

“Me‍‌ too. I thought‍ he’d come back⁠‍ to cast another​​ suggestion.”

“If‌​ he didn’t come​​​ now, he’ll come​‌ later.”

Sooner​⁠​ or later, they​ would come after⁠‍ him again. They‍‌ wouldn’t let go⁠‍⁠ of a wildcard‍⁠⁠ like him who⁠​⁠ had already fallen⁠‌ under suggestion once.‌​

“Better⁠ this way. Keeping‍ up the act​ of still being​ under their control⁠‌ was a pain.‍⁠ His arrival now‍‌ would’ve only complicated⁠ things.”

“True.”‍‌‌

Fernan‌‌​ smirked as the‍ ship cut through​‍​ the waves toward⁠‍ Lutar.

***⁠

The​‍ same day Fernan‍ and Aint departed‌‌⁠ for the Kingdom‌ of Alprosen and‌ the Kingdom of‌ Esrin, respectively, late⁠ in the afternoon—‌

Five‍ ships docked at⁠​ the Academy. They‌ were medium-sized vessels‍ from a merchant​‍ company supplying the‍⁠‍ institution.

“They‍ finally arrived.”

Roderick⁠⁠‍ Fisher, escort mercenary​​​ of the company,‍‌ stretched as he​‌ disembarked.

“I​⁠ was sick of‍ it.”

He‌ couldn’t believe how​‌‌ pleasant it was​ to walk on‍​ solid ground after⁠ two days. He⁠​‌ scratched his completely‌‌ bald head hard—the​‍ blazing sun burned‌ his scalp.

“Thanks!‌‍‌ It’s thanks to‌‌ you we arrived‌ safe and sound.”​‍

“It​‍‌ was a job,‍‍ so it’s normal.⁠⁠ We’re off now.”⁠‍‍

Roderick‍ led the mercenaries‌ of the Blue‌⁠‌ Wolf Company to​‍​ a lodging.

“Good‌ work. We’ll rest‍ here for about‍ three days.”

“Thanks,‍‌ boss!”

“They⁠‍‍ say the nightlife‍ at the Academy⁠ is excellent, huh?”‍​⁠

“Don’t‍‍‍ even mention it.​ With so many​ important people gathered​⁠​ here, there are⁠⁠⁠ all kinds of‍‍ entertainments. The problem⁠‍ is the cost…”‍⁠

“Ha.‍⁠‌ With how well‍⁠ they paid us⁠‌ for this job,⁠​‌ and you’re worried⁠‍ about money?”

After‌ a few drinks‍‌ with his men,​‌​ Roderick went up‌​ to his room‍‌ first. He tossed‍‌​ aside his weapons‍⁠ and armor carelessly,‍ muttering.

“Where’s⁠‍‌ Fernan Pellenberg?”

A shadow emerged behind‍ him.

“…Well,‌ you see.”

At⁠‍ the hesitation in‌​‍ the tone, Roderick’s‌​​ brow furrowed.

“Spit⁠ it out.”

“…He​‍ left the Academy.”⁠

“…What?”‍‍‍

The⁠⁠ motion of removing​⁠​ his military boots​​​ froze mid-action.

“…I‍‍​ didn’t quite catch​ that. What did⁠‍ you say?”

“Fernan‍⁠​ Pellenberg left the​‌ Academy on the​ first ship at⁠⁠⁠ dawn.”

“…And‌ why am I just now hearing⁠‍‌ this?”

Roderick‍⁠​ furiously threw his⁠‌ smelly boots; the​​ crash made the​​ shadow tremble.

“…The‌‍‍ rector is too​‌‍ focused on Aint⁠‌‍ Armian, so our‍ movements within the‍ Academy have been‌‌‌ very limited. I only just found​‌ out myself.”

“What‌‌ a pathetic excuse.”‍‌​

Roderick​ grabbed him by‍ the neck with‌⁠‌ force.

“I​ came all the​‌ way from Frazia‌ just to meet⁠ Fernan Pellenberg. If​​ he’s not here,‌​ why the hell​ did I come?”‍

“I-I’m​⁠ sorry… I should’ve⁠⁠ found out sooner!”‌

“Of‌⁠ course you should’ve!‌⁠‌ That would’ve saved⁠ me the damn‍⁠ boat ride all​ the way here!”‍‍​

He⁠ growled in fury.⁠ He had wanted⁠ a convincing excuse‍‍ to approach Fernan‍‌ without raising suspicion,‌⁠​ since that guy‌‍‍ was paranoid to⁠ the extreme. That’s⁠ why he chose‍ to infiltrate through‌ a merchant company‌⁠​ heading to the⁠‍ Academy—and now he‌‌ had wasted valuable‌‍​ time, enough to‍​‌ lose his chance.‍

“Was​ it only Fernan⁠‍ Pellenberg who disappeared?”⁠‌‍

“No,‍⁠‌ Aint Armian too…”⁠

“Shit!”⁠⁠‍

Roderick⁠ threw the shadow​⁠ to the floor.‍‍

“Where‍‌⁠ did they go?”‌

“We’re⁠‌ still investigating.”

“What’s​ there to investigate?‌‍‌ Obviously to Esrin!”⁠

The‍​ first prince had‌‍ sent a letter‍​ to Aint, and‌‍⁠ Aint had surely‌ shared it with⁠ Fernan.

“I​‍ thought I had​‍​ more time…”

He‌ had trusted that,‌ being the school​‌ term, Aint wouldn’t⁠​ dare get involved​​ in Esrin’s succession‍‌‍ out of fear‍‍⁠ of criticism.

“Did⁠‍⁠ the rector allow⁠ them to leave?”⁠‌‍

“I‍ told you, with⁠ all the attention⁠​ he gives Aint,​ we couldn’t confirm‍ it for sure…”⁠‌

“Useless.⁠‌ Absolutely useless.”

Roderick‍​ ground his teeth.​

“This​⁠⁠ is a problem—a‍​‍ big problem.”

If‌‍⁠ Aint got involved‌ in Esrin’s affairs,‌ it was very‌⁠​ likely the whole‌​ plan would fall‍⁠‍ apart. And the​​ worst part—if Count​ Daniel lost the​ third prince’s trust,‍⁠ all the invested​‍‍ effort would be‌​‌ wasted.

Roderick⁠ got dressed again,⁠⁠‍ gathered his gear,⁠‌ and stormed downstairs‍⁠ shouting.

“Vacation’s​ over! We’ve got‌ a new mission!”‌‍

“What?!‌ But we just‌ got our beer!”‍‍

“Chug​ it down!”

The‌‌​ mercenaries groaned in​‍​ protest, but they‍‌ had no choice⁠ but to obey.⁠​‌

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