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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 184

Chapter 184

The‌‍ rain fell without‌‍ end.

The‌ sky was covered‍‍⁠ by dark clouds,​‍‌ and in the‌ north of Alprosen,‌⁠⁠ the sun hadn’t⁠ been seen for‌‍‌ weeks.

An​‍​ anomalous weather event,​ unseen in centuries,‌⁠ also cast a shadow over people’s⁠‍ hearts.

“…It’s‌⁠ heartbreaking.”

The​⁠ crown prince of‍ Alprosen, Alpion Alprosen,‍ wore a dark​​‌ expression upon hearing‌‌⁠ the cries rising⁠ from the half-submerged⁠‌ villages.

“What’s‌ the situation in‍ the Hopen plains?”⁠⁠

“It’s‍⁠ estimated that more‍ than 80% is‍‌ underwater.”

The​ Hopen plains were​‍‌ located in a lowland area, which​‌‍ worsened the damage.‍

“It’s​‌ terrible.”

“It​ happened right before‍⁠​ the harvest, so​‍ the loss is​ even greater. If⁠ it had come​​‍ just a little​ later…”

At⁠⁠⁠ least they wouldn’t‌ have to worry⁠ about a food​‌‍ crisis as well.‌‌‌

“It’s⁠⁠‍ cold from the‍​⁠ rain. You should‌​​ get inside the‍ carriage, your highness.”‌⁠

Though⁠‌‌ it was just​‍⁠ a drizzle, after⁠ so many days‍⁠ of nonstop rain,‍‍‍ the temperature had‌⁠ dropped drastically.

“No.⁠ I won’t seek⁠⁠⁠ shelter while my​ people, who have‌ lost their homes,‍⁠‌ remain under the⁠‍‌ storm.”

Alpion‌ brushed the wet​⁠ hair from his‍⁠ forehead.

He​ had already been​ touring the northern‌ region for three⁠​⁠ days, visiting multiple⁠‌ villages, and the‍‌​ further he went,‍‍ the worse the⁠‍‍ situation became.

The‍​‌ first villages were‍‌​ partially flooded, but​‍‍ in the more‌ recent ones, a third of the⁠‍‌ town was underwater.‍‍‌

“We’ll​ spend the night‌ here. Set up⁠ tents on the‌​​ hills for the‌​ displaced and give​​ them something to‍ eat.”

“Yes,‍⁠‌ your highness.”

The‍ prince’s entourage was​‌ barely a hundred‌​⁠ people, but they​​‍ had emptied the‌‍⁠ royal family’s subspace⁠⁠​ pockets to bring​⁠⁠ hope to the‌⁠​ victims.

They‍ carried a huge​⁠ amount of supplies—mostly‌‌​ food and tents.​‌⁠

At‍ nightfall, after personally⁠‌ leading the relief‍ efforts, the prince‌‍ returned to his​ tent.

“You’ve⁠ all worked hard.”⁠⁠

“The‍⁠ ones who truly‍‍‌ did the work‌‌ are you all.‍⁠ I just gave‌⁠‌ orders.”

The‌⁠​ prince chewed on⁠‌​ a piece of‌‍ tough jerky.

“Your⁠‌ highness, we can⁠ prepare a different‌ meal…”

“No,‍​‍ it’s fine. I’ve⁠⁠‌ eaten worse at‌‌⁠ the Academy. Leave​⁠​ me.”

“Yes,‍ if you need​ anything, call us.”‌​

Generally,‌⁠ students at the⁠​ Academy were treated​​ well, but during‍​‍ exams and field‌‌ training, they had⁠​‌ to survive under‍​​ harsh conditions.

Going​⁠ hungry for days​⁠ wasn’t unusual.

“Back⁠ then I cursed​​‌ it every day,​ but now I see it all⁠⁠‍ had a purpose.”‍‌⁠

The‍‍ prince smiled and‌ thought of a certain person from‌‌ the Academy.

“…He‍‌ said he had​‌ finally succeeded in​⁠‍ his research. So⁠ he did it.”‍

Though⁠ years had passed,​​​ he still remembered⁠ his face clearly.⁠‍ More accurately, he⁠ had never been‌ able to forget​​‌ it.

Alpion’s‌‍ expression grew nostalgic,‌​ and his mind​​ drifted to the⁠​ letter he had⁠‌ recently received.

He⁠‌ asked his escort‌‍​ knight:

“No⁠ news from Fernan⁠‍‍ Pellenberg?”

“No,⁠ your highness. But…⁠⁠ what do you​ mean by saying‌⁠ he would visit‍⁠ you?”

“It’s​‌⁠ nothing. I’m tired.‍‌⁠ Leave me.”

“…Yes.”‌‌

The‌ escort withdrew, confused.⁠ Left alone, the​ prince took out‍​⁠ a gold and‌‍ platinum pendant.

When‍‌‍ he opened it,⁠‌‍ a magical photograph‍ was revealed. Though​‍​ years had passed⁠‍ since his graduation‍ from the Academy,‍‍‌ he always carried⁠ it with him.‌

“There’s⁠ no doubt.”

No⁠​ one knew what​‍ was inside that‍ pendant except for‌⁠ him and Rosalia,‍ the other person‌​ in the picture.​

“It⁠ must have been⁠ Rosalia who told‍‍​ him.”

She​⁠⁠ wasn’t the type‍ to talk much‌ or share secrets.​⁠​

If‍‌‌ she had told​ Fernan about that‌​ photo, it meant⁠‍⁠ they had a close relationship.

“…Did‍⁠ Fernan sponsor Rosalia’s⁠⁠‌ research?”

Had⁠⁠⁠ they gotten close​‌ because of that?‍‍ Even if not,⁠ as professor and‍⁠‍ student, there were​ always chances to‌‌ build ties.

What‌‌⁠ he didn’t understand‌‌ was why Fernan⁠ had used that‍​‍ as a pretext‍⁠ to seek him‌‌ out.

They⁠ had no prior‌‍ connection.

“So‍​⁠ what he’s after​‌ is to create‌ that connection with⁠⁠ me.”

Rosalia​‌ had given Fernan⁠‍​ a reason to‌​​ approach him. The​⁠​ photo was merely⁠ a means to​ open that door.​‍

Alpion‌ relaxed slightly upon​​‍ reaching that conclusion.⁠​​

“…Then,‍‍​ what’s Fernan’s true‍‌‍ reason for wanting​ to see me?”⁠⁠

Understanding‌‌‍ the other’s intention‌⁠ before a meeting⁠ was fundamental.

Night​‌ fell, but the​​⁠ prince’s mind was‍⁠​ clearer than ever.​​

***‍⁠

The⁠‍ next morning, the‌‌⁠ rain had continued‍‍‍ through the night,‌‌⁠ soaking the land‌ to the bone.‌

At‌ least the rainfall‍ was a bit‍ lighter.

“Thank⁠⁠ you, your highness!”‍

“You’ve‍‌⁠ saved us!”

“Thank⁠ you!”

The‍‌​ tents and food​​​ distributed weren’t much—barely‌ a campfire in​⁠ the winter—but to‌​ the villagers, it​‍‌ was a ray​‍‍ of hope.

“When‌⁠‌ the rain stops,‌⁠ a relief brigade‍​‍ will come! Hang‌‌⁠ in there! The​ kingdom will always​‍​ stand by you!”‍‌

These‍ were farmers who‍‍‌ couldn’t easily leave‍​‍ the land where‍ they had lived​ their whole lives.⁠

As‍ long as the​⁠ village wasn’t completely​​‍ submerged, they wouldn’t‍‍ leave it.

The‌‌ prince’s entourage continued⁠ on.

“Up‌ to this point,⁠‌ the situation wasn’t​‍ so bad?”

“Yes,‍‌ your highness. In⁠⁠‍ the last few​‍ villages, they could‌⁠‍ still survive. But‍⁠​ further north, most⁠ have been submerged​ and the people‍‌ have already fled.”‌

The​​ kingdom had sent⁠‍‍ three legions to​ assist in the‍‌‍ recovery.

However,⁠‌ the continuous rain​ made any work⁠‌‌ impossible, and the​​​ only thing they‌‍‍ could do was‍‍⁠ guide refugees to⁠ designated cities like‌⁠ Piwin and Kaden,‌‍ to prevent further​ collapse of the⁠⁠ remaining towns.

“It⁠​‍ must be chaos.”​​

“Your⁠⁠ highness, wouldn’t it‌⁠‌ be best to​‍‍ return? The danger‌‌ is too great.‍⁠ They say homeless‌‍⁠ monsters are wandering‍ the area. Piwin‍‍ or Kaden are‍‌ safer…”

“Then,​​​ before heading further⁠⁠‍ north, let’s stop‍⁠‌ at villages like‍ yesterday’s.”

“Yes,‌ your highness.”

But‍ they were soon⁠⁠‍ forced to stop.‍

“The​ road is blocked!”​

“A​‍ landslide, your highness.​ The mountain gave⁠‍‌ way due to​​​ the rains.”

The⁠‌‌ avalanche of earth‍​⁠ and trees had‍‌ completely sealed the⁠ route.

“We’ll⁠‌⁠ have to take‍ a detour.”

“So‍⁠​ be it.”

The⁠‌‌ group turned back‍‍ to take another​‌ route.

“…The‍⁠ ground has collapsed.”⁠⁠

But‍⁠ there, the entire‌‌‌ terrain had caved⁠ in, and in‍ some sections, the​⁠⁠ river had overflowed,⁠⁠ flooding everything.

“We‌‌‍ won’t be able⁠​​ to go any⁠ further…”

“We​⁠ might find some‌‍‍ intact paths, but‍​⁠ more are likely⁠​​ destroyed than usable.”⁠⁠⁠

“It’s‍ too late for‍‍ today. We should‍ return the way‌ we came.”

“Yes,⁠ then—”

“Monsters!‌‍‌ Everyone, battle positions!”⁠⁠

In​ the fine rain,⁠ with the sky⁠‌⁠ darkening toward dusk,‍ monsters appeared from​ the shadows—feral and​​‌ displaced from their‍​‌ lairs.

There⁠ were about twenty‌‍‌ trolls. The escort⁠ knights drew their​​​ weapons.

“Don’t‌ let them get⁠ close!”

The‍ twenty knights dismounted‍ and ran across​‍ the muddy mountain.‌‍ Though the ground⁠​​ kept shifting, none⁠‍⁠ of them faltered.‌⁠⁠

The‍⁠ trolls roared and⁠⁠ charged at them.‍‌

—!​

Kieeeek!⁠⁠

Kiaaak!⁠​‌

The‌‍ clash was brutal—blood​ and screams filled​‌‍ the air. All⁠⁠ the blood was‍⁠⁠ from the trolls,⁠‌ and so were‍​ the cries.

In‌‌⁠ an instant, twenty⁠ troll heads rolled‌ across the ground.​​​

Alpion‍ Alprosen was the‍‍ crown prince of​ the Grand Kingdom‍‌‍ of Alprosen.

And⁠ those who accompanied⁠ him were knights​​ of the kingdom’s‌‌ strongest order—the Black⁠ Whale Knights.

Trolls​⁠ were nothing more‌​​ than insignificant obstacles.‍‌⁠

“Well‍⁠‍ done.”

“We‌ merely fulfilled our‌ duty.”

The‍‌ knights returned to​ their posts as​‍​ the rain washed​‌ the blood from⁠ their swords.

“It’s⁠‌ getting dark, your⁠​ highness. We must‌‍‍ set up camp‍‍ as soon as​‌ possible.”

“Do‍‌‌ what you deem‍ necessary.”

The‌​⁠ nearest village was‍ too far away,‌​⁠ but it was‍ also difficult to‍​ find a good​‍ campsite in the‌​ unrelenting rain.

“There,‍ I see a light.”

“A‍ light in the⁠ middle of the‍ mountain?”

They​​​ spotted a faint​​ glow.

“It‍ looks like a fairly large village.”‌

“It⁠ must be a slash-and-burn settlers’ village.​⁠‌ Being on high⁠ ground, it hardly‌‌‍ suffered from the‌⁠ flooding.”

“Settlers⁠ are usually very‌ wary, but given​‌ the circumstances, we​ have no other​‌ choice.”

“Then‌ that’s what we’ll⁠⁠‌ do.”

The‍‍​ prince’s entourage knocked‍⁠‌ on the village⁠ palisades.

“Who…⁠ knights?”

“W-What⁠ do you want?”‌‍‌

The‌ village was stirred,​ but seeing that‍⁠ they were knights,‍⁠‌ their guard dropped.​

And‍ when they realized‍ it was the‍​ Black Whale Knights,⁠⁠ all thoughts of​‌ resistance vanished.

“…The‍ crown prince?”

“Apologies​⁠​ for the intrusion.‍‌⁠ We got lost​⁠ in the mountains.​ We only ask‍‍​ to stay one⁠ night and will⁠ leave in the​‌ morning.”

“B-But‌‍ if you stay…”‍

“We‍​ won’t take your⁠‍‌ homes. A clearing‍​⁠ to pitch our‍​ tents will be‍ enough.”

“And‌‍ the food…?”

“We​​‌ brought supplies, don’t​‍‌ worry.”

The⁠‍ news of the⁠‍‍ prince’s presence caused‍ a great commotion,‍‍​ but they managed‌‍ to settle it.‍⁠‌

“If⁠‌ all the roads‌⁠ are like today’s,‌‍ we won’t be⁠ able to continue.‌‍ At dawn, we’ll⁠ head for Kaden.”⁠⁠

“So‌‍⁠ it shall be,‌​‌ your highness.”

Alpion⁠‍⁠ fell asleep quickly⁠⁠ but woke up​‍ suddenly to the‍‌‌ commotion.

“What’s⁠‌ happening?”

“Your‌‍‌ highness, something strange​​ is happening in⁠‍ the village!”

“What⁠ do you mean?”​‌‌

The​‍​ prince rushed out‍ of the tent.‍‌​

“What‌‍ is this…!”

An‍​⁠ ominous aura churned⁠⁠ on the ground.‌ The sky, which‌⁠ should have been⁠ dark, glowed with​​⁠ an unsettling red.​‌‍

“A⁠‍⁠ magic circle?”

“It‌‌​ covers the entire⁠ village!”

Symbols⁠ in unknown colors​ covered the ground⁠ in a red⁠‌ light. It was‌‍‍ undoubtedly a magic​‌ circle.

“Is​ this… demonic magic?”‌⁠‍

“Your⁠⁠‍ highness, it’s dangerous!‌‍ We must evacuate‌‍ now!”

The​‌ aura was the‌ same as that​​ emitted by monsters​‍‍ corrupted by magic.​⁠

Kyaaaaak!‍‍

Gueeeeh!‌‌

Help!‌

The⁠ screams of pain‌‌ heard in the​​ village were those‍‌ of its inhabitants.​‌

“What⁠‍ the hell…?”

“It’s⁠‌‍ a trap! Someone’s‌‍‌ come for you,‍‍⁠ your highness!”

The⁠⁠‍ camp fell into‍‍ chaos. Everyone woke‍⁠ and prepared to​‌ flee. The knights⁠‍​ surrounded the prince⁠​ in a tight‍​ formation.

And‌ soon they understood⁠⁠ the nature of‍​​ the circle.

“The‌‌ mana…! The aura…!”⁠⁠‌

“Our‌ strength is weakening…!”‍‌

“Your⁠​⁠ highness, we must‍ get out of⁠‍‌ here right now!”⁠​

It‍‌‍ was a circle​‍ that absorbed the‍‍ life force of‌‌‍ all living beings⁠​‌ and converted it‌‌ into demonic magic.‌​

A horrific spell that‍⁠‍ horrified them all.⁠ They had to⁠​ escape at any‍‍ cost.

But​‍ at that moment—‌

Kwoooargh!⁠‌⁠

Grrr…‍

Monsters.⁠​ And among them,‌ demonic beasts.

Drawn​​‌ by the corrupted​‌​ mana, they began‍‍ to surround the‌‍‍ village.

It‌‍​ was an obvious​‌ trap.

“…It‌ can’t be…”

Alpion​​ gritted his teeth.​‌⁠

He⁠‌​ never imagined suffering​‌​ an attack like‍​​ this in Alprosen​⁠ itself—let alone one​‌ orchestrated by the‌⁠ corrupt.

“…Your‌ highness, we’ll clear‍‌ a path!”

“We‌ must protect the⁠ prince!”

“No⁠ one gets left‌​⁠ behind!”

“We‍‌⁠ have to go‌ now—even the horses‍​ are suffering from‌‍‌ the magic!”

The​‍‌ Black Whale Knights‌ formed a triangle‍ with the prince⁠‍ in the center‌ and charged forward.‍

“There’s⁠‌ nothing but mountains​‍⁠ around. The flattest‌ path is the​‌ way we came—wait,‌​‌ there are people‌ ahead!”

“Move‍ aside!”

A group blocked their‍‌⁠ path.

The‌⁠ knights shouted, thinking⁠ they were villagers,‌​ but received no⁠ answer.

Moreover,​​ they seemed immune⁠‍ to the magic‌‌‍ circle’s effects.

Their​ clothing was far​‌‌ too luxurious for‌‌‌ peasants.

“They’re​‌ corrupt, no doubt.‍‌‍ Attack—!”

Convinced‍‍ they were the⁠ culprits, Alpion gave‌ the order. The‌⁠​ spears pointed toward‍ them.

Then—⁠‌‍

Shhhhhh—⁠‍

One‌‍ of the strangers‍ poured a liquid⁠ onto the ground.​​ The circle trembled⁠​ and began to⁠​ emit a sharp-smelling‌ smoke.

And‌​‌ soon—

“…The⁠ magic circle?”

The‌⁠​ red light began‍ to weaken.

The‍ corrupted mana howled‍‌‍ as if crying‌ out in pain.‌⁠‌

“S-Stop!”‍‍‍

Anyone​ with sense could‍‌ see it: they​ weren’t corrupt.

The​⁠‍ spears halted just‍​⁠ short of them.‌⁠​

They⁠‌ were three men‍⁠ and one woman,​ all holding vials‌ in their hands.⁠

“…Who‍‍‍ are you?”

“We’ve⁠⁠ come to fulfill​​ a promise, your‍ highness.”

“A​​⁠ promise?”

“A‍ pleasure to meet⁠⁠⁠ you. I’m Fernan​ Pellenberg.

Sorry⁠‍⁠ I can’t introduce⁠ myself properly, but‍ this is more⁠‌‌ urgent right now.”‌⁠‌

The‍ man who introduced​ himself as Fernan​‌ tossed an empty⁠ vial to the​ ground. Dozens already⁠⁠ piled at his​​​ feet.

“…What‍​ are you doing?”​⁠⁠

“Erasing⁠​​ the corrupts’ magic​ circle.”

He⁠​​ pulled another vial⁠‍ from his subspace​‍‍ and poured its⁠​ contents onto the‍ ground.

“……”⁠‌

“……”⁠⁠

The‍‌ prince’s entourage, who​ should have been‌⁠⁠ fleeing, could only​ stand speechless, watching‌ the scene.

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