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Chapter 183

The‌​ duel ended at‍⁠ that moment.

“Are‍ you okay?”

The⁠‌‌ instant Luina was‍ sent flying like​‍ a doll, Fernan⁠‌‍ jumped up and⁠ ran toward her.⁠​​

“…I’m‌⁠‌ fine.”

Although⁠‍​ a trickle of⁠‍ blood ran from⁠ the corner of​‍​ her lips, her​ life didn’t seem‌⁠ in danger. In‍⁠ fact, her expression⁠‍ reflected a strange‌‍​ satisfaction.

Fernan​‍​ poured half a healing potion over‍‍ her wounds and​⁠​ gave her the‍⁠ rest to drink.‍

“Thank‍⁠ you.”

“Wow…⁠ can’t you see⁠​ the hole she​‌ opened in my‌ shoulder?”

“Do​ you need potion?”‍

“No⁠ need. With a little willpower, this⁠‌ heals.”

“…A⁠‌‍ hole in a body doesn’t regenerate​‌ with willpower, you‍ know. That’s more‌⁠ like a troll‌ than a human.”‌

As⁠⁠ monstrous as the‍ Altrierc bloodline was‌‌​ said to be,‍‍‌ there were limits.⁠⁠

“Can​‌ you stand?”

“Yes,​‌ of course.”

Katrina​​ ignored Fernan’s mutter‌​ and extended her‌ hand to Luina.‌‌

“You‌ can be proud‌​ of your skill.‍‍⁠ It’s been a long time since​⁠ I was wounded.”‌⁠

“It’s‌‌ an honor.”

“Albinos‌‍‌ has raised an‌‌ exceptional daughter. If‌​ you keep growing‍ like this, a position among the‌‌ Royal Knights will​ practically be yours‍⁠ in the future.”‌

“You‍‌ flatter me too​‍ much.”

At‍ the highest praise‌ Katrina could offer,⁠ Luina bowed her​ head.

“I’ll⁠‍ assign you a competent healer. Rest⁠‌ well today.”

“Thank‍ you for your⁠⁠ consideration.”

“I⁠‌‍ enjoyed it too.​ Hopefully we can​​ do it again⁠ sometime.”

“Really?”​⁠

“Of​⁠ course. You can​‌ reach out to‌‍ me anytime you‌​⁠ like.”

“Thank⁠⁠ you very much!”‍

Luina’s⁠ face lit up‌‌ as if she⁠⁠‌ had been gifted‍‍⁠ chocolate.

***⁠‍‌

Just‍‍⁠ as Fernan had​ foreseen, Luina wasn’t⁠ in condition to‍​ depart immediately. Even​⁠‍ though she had‍​ received first aid‌⁠ with a top-level‌ potion, she had‍ three broken ribs.‌​ Thanks to her‌​ aura, she’d protected⁠⁠ her internal organs,⁠​ but bones still​⁠ needed time to‌ heal.

“Your​‍‍ body is resilient.​‍ I’ve aligned the​ bones properly, but⁠ for them to‌ fuse as they​⁠‌ should, you must‍ rest for at‌​‌ least a day.”​

“Thank​ you.”

The‌‍‍ assigned healer had​⁠ reduced her recovery​⁠​ to just one‍​​ day.

“How⁠ are you feeling?”‌⁠​

“Perfect.”​​‍

By‌‌ the next morning,⁠⁠ her condition had⁠‍‍ improved notably, but⁠‍‌ Katrina wasn’t about⁠​‍ to let her​​ leave just yet.‌​

“What’s‍​ the rush? What’s‍​ fallen can’t be‌⁠​ picked up again.‌​ At least stay​ until lunch. That‌ way we can⁠‍ talk about the​‍⁠ new products.”

It​ was clear Katrina‍ had taken a real liking to‍⁠⁠ her.

“At⁠‌ your age, you‍⁠‍ already have remarkable⁠⁠‍ skill. Far beyond⁠⁠‍ my sons.”

“I’m‍⁠ honored.”

“It’s⁠‍‍ not flattery, it’s‌ the truth. None‌ of my four‍‌⁠ sons could defeat​​ you.”

During⁠​​ breakfast they served⁠​‌ freshly baked bread,⁠ soup, and a salmon salad.

“So,‌ there still isn’t‌​ a product that⁠ completely removes scars,​‍ right?”

“I’ll⁠‌ try to develop⁠​ one as soon‍ as possible.”

“If⁠‌⁠ you need it,‌‌‌ I’m willing to⁠⁠‍ invest.”

At⁠​ tea time, she​ served the same​​ Hersse as the​ previous day, accompanied‌‍‍ by delicate treats.‌⁠

“By‌‍​ the way, what⁠ a lovely villa.”‍⁠

“It’s​‌​ in a privileged‍ spot. From here,⁠‌ I can enjoy‍ the view of‌⁠⁠ Lake Baikan while⁠‍ I drink tea.‍‌ That’s why I often come to⁠‍ rest. And thanks⁠ to that, I was lucky enough‌⁠‌ to run into​⁠‍ you.”

“I⁠​ see.”

After​​‌ a good lunch,⁠⁠ Fernan and his‌​ group were finally‌ able to leave​⁠ Altrierc.

“And​⁠‌ you, Ert Gismond,‍‍ was it? If⁠​​ you ever want‌‌⁠ to spar with⁠ me, I’d be‌​⁠ delighted.”

“N-no,⁠⁠ I’ll pass!”

“Luina,‌​ you can contact‍‍ me anytime. If​ I had a daughter like you,​​ I’d be so‍‌‌ happy. Though with‍​‌ my useless sons,‍⁠‍ I wouldn’t even‍​ dare think of​‍ marrying you to‌‌ one.”

She‍‍‌ even accompanied them‌‍ to the port‍​‌ to see them‍⁠ off.

“It‍‍​ was a very‌‍⁠ enriching experience. I’d‍​‌ never fought a Royal Knight other‌ than my father.⁠​ It was a different kind of‌ experience.”

Just⁠‌ different? No. Every‍ Royal Knight possessed​ their own style⁠ and mastery—a unique⁠ culmination of their‍⁠​ sword and teachings.‌⁠ Just as her⁠⁠ father had his⁠⁠⁠ own, Katrina had‍​ hers. Witnessing it⁠‌‍ and feeling it⁠‌ firsthand was a privilege money couldn’t‌ buy.

“If​ I could, I’d⁠ like to face⁠⁠ all the Royal‌ Knights. Though I don’t know if‌⁠‍ they’d accept.”

“If⁠ you wish, I can arrange a meeting with some​ of them.”

“No,‌ thank you. I can’t always rely‍‍​ on you.”

The⁠​ ship moved quickly‍‍ until it docked⁠ in Alprosen.

It‍ was the port‌‍ city of Jessen,​ a place that‌ lacked nothing compared‌‍ to the capitals​‌ of the electoral‍⁠‌ princes.

Among‍ the bustling crowds,​ Fernan headed first‌⁠​ to the local​‌ branch of the‌⁠ Golden Turtle.

“Welcome,‍ young master. We’ve⁠ been expecting you.”‍⁠

The‌⁠ branch chief, informed‍ by Duke Yvon,‌‍‍ received him enthusiastically​‍⁠ and led him‌‌ to his private​⁠⁠ office.

“Where⁠ is my father?”‍

“The​​ duke is resting‌⁠‍ at his villa‍‌‌ on Moldin Island.”⁠​‌

Moldin​‌⁠ Island, on Lake⁠‌ Baikan, was famous‌⁠​ for its mild⁠​‍ climate and beautiful‍⁠ landscapes. Nobility often‍ built villas there⁠⁠‍ for retreats.

‘So‌​ my father stationed⁠‍ himself nearby to​​ take control if​‌ necessary.’

There‍ was no reason⁠ for a Duke‌​ of Pellenberg to‌⁠​ be officially in‍​‌ a foreign kingdom,⁠ so he used‍‍ the excuse of‌​ a vacation.

“How⁠​‍ is the situation‌‌ on the Hopen​ plains?”

“It’s​ been two weeks​⁠ of nonstop rain.‌‌​ The north is⁠‌⁠ starting to flood.⁠​‌ If it continues,⁠‍‌ the disaster will‌‌ be worse.”

‘Just‌‍ as I thought.’‌

“How​​⁠ has Alprosen responded?”⁠​

“At⁠⁠ first, they were‍‌‌ slow to act,⁠‍​ but with the​ ongoing rains they‍ sent troops to‍ help evacuate refugees⁠​ and begin reconstruction.‍ However, with constant‍​​ rain, there’s little‍‌ they can do.”​​⁠

As‍​ expected. The storm​‍ wouldn’t stop until‌‌‍ it had devastated⁠‍ the plains. That’s‌⁠‍ what the corrupt‌‍ wanted.

‘Demonic​ magic truly is‌ the most refined.‌ How the hell​⁠‌ do they manage⁠‍‍ to keep it‍ raining over the⁠ entire north for⁠‍​ weeks?’

And‍‌​ there was still‌ over a week⁠​ of downpours to‌ go. Even if‌⁠ not always torrential,‌ it was incomprehensible‌‌‍ even for Fernan.‍⁠‍ Not even ten‌⁠ Archmages together could​ manage such a feat.

“How​⁠ are the grain‍ prices?”

“Wheat,​ corn, and rice⁠​ have skyrocketed. The⁠​ warehouses of all‌ the branches in‌‍⁠ Alprosen are filling⁠‌ up, but we​⁠ haven’t received orders.⁠ The duke told⁠ us to wait‍‌‌ for your instructions.”‌‌

Fernan‌ had to decide‌ the exact moment‌⁠ to maximize profit.⁠​

‘Not​‍ yet.’

The‍ rains would continue,‍​ and prices would​ keep rising. The‌‍ grain had to⁠ be released slowly,‌​⁠ just before the‍⁠‌ absolute peak.

‘We’ll⁠​ save the crown​‌​ prince—but we’ll collect⁠‌‌ the reward.’

The​ profits from the‍​ grain would reach⁠ a satisfying amount.⁠⁠

“It’s‍​ not time yet.​‍‌ I’ll give the‍‍ order.”

“Yes,‌‍‌ we’ll be ready.‍‌​ Oh, and…”

The​⁠​ chief pulled out‌ an envelope bearing‍‌‌ a whale emblem—the‌‍⁠ royal family’s symbol.⁠

“A⁠‍​ servant of the‍⁠​ crown prince delivered‍ this in secret.”‍​​

“Thank‍​ you.”

Once‌‍​ in his room,‍⁠‍ Fernan opened the​‍ envelope. Inside was‌‍​ a brief letter⁠⁠​ and a small​⁠ pendant.

[When‍‌ you arrive, deliver‌​⁠ this pendant at‌​ Jessen’s town hall.​⁠ In a few​‍‌ days, I’ll come​⁠ find you at⁠‍‌ the branch.]

The‍⁠‌ message was short,‌​‍ but clear.

Fernan​ ordered Hyde to⁠​‍ deliver the pendant​ to the town⁠​​ hall.

The​ next day.

“Are⁠​ you Fernan Pellenberg?”‍​‌

“That’s‌ right.”

“I’m​⁠‍ sorry to inform‍ you that His‍ Highness is no‌​​ longer in the‌​⁠ city. He left‍‍‌ yesterday for the‍‍ north. If you‍ wait a few‍‌​ days…”

He’d⁠‍ already left?

Fernan’s⁠ eyes opened wide.‌‍

***‌‌‌

A difference of just​ half a day.‌‌

Knowing‌ the other’s destination,​ it wasn’t hard‌⁠ to close the‌⁠​ gap.

“Welcome!”⁠

Roderick⁠​ Fisher handed his‌​ tired horse to‌‌ the stable boy⁠ and entered the‍ tavern. After scanning‍ the bustling hall,‌ he spotted who​ he was looking⁠​‌ for.

‘Aint‌​⁠ Armian!’

A face he’d seen⁠ to the point‍‌ of exhaustion in​‍ Frazia.

For​‍ an instant, he⁠‍ felt the urge⁠‌​ to kill him.‌ It wasn’t common‌‌ for Aint to‌​ stray from Fernan’s​⁠ side or leave⁠⁠ the Academy. Maybe‌⁠​ this was the​ perfect opportunity.

‘…Impossible.⁠ It’s too late‌‌⁠ now.’

He‍ thought twice. If​ he wanted to⁠​ kill him, he⁠ should’ve done it‍‍ earlier. Now Aint​ was far too​‌​ strong, especially against‍ the corrupt and​​ monsters. Killing him‌⁠ alone was unfeasible.‌‍​

And​ worse yet, by‍⁠ his side were‌‌⁠ Aria Fridian and‍⁠ Verian Kalburdern, two​​ of the Academy’s​ top students.

‘…Wait,‍​⁠ only two? Weren’t‌​⁠ there three?’

Where‌ was Fernan?

Roderick‌‌‍ sat in a corner and ordered‌​‌ a dark beer.‌‍‍

He⁠​ waited, assuming Fernan​ was in the⁠‌‌ bathroom, but finished⁠ his mug without‌⁠​ the boy appearing.​​​

‘Fernan‌​ Pellenberg isn’t here?’‍

They‌ were supposed to‍ have traveled together​ by boat. Where​⁠ the hell had⁠‍ he gone? He⁠‌⁠ couldn’t make sense‍ of it, and‍‌‍ anxiety began to‍ grow.

‘Without​‌ Fernan, Aint can’t‍‍ be controlled.’

Aint,​​ with his opposing⁠‍‍ energy, was immune⁠​ to hypnosis. The‌‍ only way was‍⁠ to tighten control‌‌⁠ over Fernan and‍‌ manipulate Aint through‍ him. But Fernan‌ was absent.

After‍ thinking it over,‍‍ Roderick decided to‌‍ approach directly.

“Well,‍‌ what a surprise⁠‌ to see familiar‌‌⁠ faces here.”

“Oh,⁠ Captain Roderick?”

“That’s‍​​ right. Miss Aria,‍ it’s been a while.”

He‌‍‍ casually drew closer‌​ and sat at‍⁠‌ their table.

“What‍ brings you here?”​‌​

“You​‌ know how mercenary‍‍‍ life is—traveling all‍‌⁠ over the continent‍‌ for assignments. My​‍⁠ men are around‌ somewhere.”

“It’s‍⁠ been a while,‍‍ Captain. We owe‍‌⁠ you a lot‌⁠ from back then.”‍⁠​

“It⁠​ was nothing, just‌⁠ doing my job.”‌

With⁠​​ a rough laugh,‌​ Roderick drank from⁠⁠ his new mug⁠ and asked:

“And⁠‍ you all? It’s​‍‍ not holiday season⁠​​ at the Academy.”⁠​​

“Something​​ we had to‍ take care of.”​

Something​‍ surely related to​⁠‍ Esrin. Roderick clenched⁠​⁠ his teeth in‍ silence.

“I​‍ see. If it’s‌ a secret, I understand. By the‍‌ way, just you⁠ three?”

“Yes,‌⁠‍ why?”

“Oh,‌‌ I thought if‌⁠‌ Fernan were nearby,‍‌‌ I might drop​‌ a gold coin.”⁠‌‍

“How‌⁠‌ materialistic.”

“Mercenaries⁠‍‌ live off that.”⁠⁠​

“True.”‌

Aria‌​ and Roderick exchanged‌ a smile.

“Fernan’s⁠‌⁠ not here. He‍‍​ must still be‍ at the Academy.”⁠⁠

“Ah,​ right, of course.”​‌

‘Lies.⁠​ I know he’s‍‌ not there. So‍ where the hell‌‌ did he go?’​⁠

The‌‌ meal lasted about‍‍ half an hour.​​ Roderick tried several​‍ times to coax‍ out information, but‍​ always got the‌‌ same answer. In‍‍⁠ the end, he​ had no choice⁠ but to leave.⁠

“It’s‌​​ been a pleasure.⁠ We’ll meet again.”​​

“Yes,⁠‍‍ take care.”

When‌ he and his​ men left the‌ tavern, Aint’s eyes‍⁠‌ darkened.

‘What‌ do you think?’‌‍‌

— Just as Fernan‍​‍ said.

‘Yeah.​⁠ It’s incredible. How‍​‌ could he foresee​‌‌ all of this?’​​‌

He⁠⁠⁠ remembered his words:‌‍‍

“If​​ anyone asks about​ me, never answer.‍⁠ Just say you⁠ don’t know.”

And‍ so it was.​⁠⁠ An enemy had⁠​ come looking—Roderick Fisher,‌⁠ a corrupt.

Fernan⁠ had already told‍​​ Aint the truth.⁠‌ Though he had‌​ once wanted to⁠‍ kill him, he‌‌‌ chose to ignore‌⁠⁠ him and use‍‍​ him when useful.⁠​

‘Why‍⁠⁠ is he looking⁠‌‍ for him?’

— Isn’t it obvious?​‍

Gardner‍ Alfenparsen laughed inside​​‍ his mind.

— Whatever Fernan did,‌ it must’ve been‍ something the corrupt‌‍ absolutely hate.

— Leave it. Fernan‍‍‌ knows what he’s⁠​ doing.

The​‌ confidence in his‌​​ voice sparked curiosity‌ in Aint.

‘So⁠⁠‍ now you trust‍⁠ him. You used‌⁠ to just call⁠​ him rich.’

— Back then, there‌‍ was no other‍ way to see⁠‌ him. But he’s⁠ proven himself. I won’t deny what‍ I’ve seen with​ my own eyes.‍

‘Still,‍‍‌ you called him⁠⁠⁠ rich for a long time. The​ Pellenbergs have been​‍‌ the richest family​ on the continent⁠​ for a thousand​⁠ years. How could‌ they be?’

Gardner⁠​ let out a dry laugh.

— Because in my​ time, they were.‍ On the Pandrein‍ continent, they were‌​ barely known. Compared​‍‌ to Lutar, they‍ were nothing.

— But after a few deals with​⁠ demons, they amassed⁠​​ colossal wealth. The⁠​​ demons didn’t value‌ gold or metals,​​ and Pellenberg took‍‍⁠ advantage of that.⁠‍

With‍‌‌ that, the demons‍​​ tried to use‌ them to divide⁠‍ humans, and the‍​​ Pellenbergs, happy to‍‌‍ receive what the‍​‍ demons didn’t need,⁠⁠ grew excessively.

‘Wow…⁠ the Pellenbergs really​ are impressive. Then⁠‍ and now.’

— They’re obsessed with​ money. But if⁠ they’re on your‌ side, there are‌‍ no more loyal​​‌ allies.

Reassured,‍‍‌ Aint returned his‌⁠ focus to the​‍‍ meal.

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