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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 185

Chapter 185

The‌‌ crown prince and​ his retinue had‍ already departed north​‌​ by the time‌‌‌ Fernan found out,‍⁠⁠ and he immediately​‌⁠ set off after​ them.

“Are‍ we really going‌​​ alone? The more⁠ I think about‌‍​ it, the worse⁠‍ it seems. We’re‌‍⁠ talking about the⁠‌⁠ same people who‌ completely annihilated the⁠ strongest order of‌‍ Alprosen, the Black‌⁠‌ Whale Knights. Maybe‍⁠​ we should ask⁠​ the Pellenbergs for‌​⁠ reinforcements…”

“If‌‌​ it were within⁠​​ the Empire, it⁠ might be possible,‌ but we’re in​⁠‌ Alprosen. Mobilizing troops⁠‌ without permission would‌ be a huge​ diplomatic problem.”

Even​ for the Pellenbergs,‌ that would be‌‍ impossible. Within the‌​⁠ Empire, or at⁠‍ least in a lesser kingdom, it​ could have been‍​ covered up. But​‌‌ not in Alprosen.⁠‌‍

“Then…”​‍‍

“Don’t​⁠ worry. I’m not‍⁠ throwing myself in‌ without a plan.”‍‌​

The‍​⁠ book of prophecies‍ didn’t detail exactly⁠⁠​ how the crown​ prince’s entourage had​ been annihilated. But​​⁠ it wasn’t devoid​‌ of clues either.‌⁠‍

“He‌​ was accompanied by‍ nearly a hundred⁠ guards, including the‌‍ Black Whale Knights.​ And yet they‍ were wiped out.”‌‍

The​‌ Black Whale order​‍ was Alprosen’s strongest,⁠ and the escorts​⁠‌ were the absolute​‍​ elite.

That​ all of them‌‌⁠ died on their​‌ own land, without⁠⁠⁠ a single survivor,​ made no sense.​

“You‌‍‌ can’t gather that‍‍ many monsters and⁠​ corrupted creatures silently.”‌‌‍

Even​ if they had⁠ been thrown into‌​ some underground lair​ again to prepare⁠ an ambush, the‌​ result would’ve been‍‌ the same.

Therefore,‌ only one conclusion​‍⁠ remained.

“There‍‌​ was something more.⁠ A reason that‍⁠​ made the massacre‌‍ inevitable.”

“And⁠‌‌ what would that​ be?”

“I⁠⁠‌ don’t know. At⁠⁠ first I thought‌‍ it was a traitor. But maybe⁠ it’s not that.”‍⁠

After⁠ witnessing the magic‌‌ that had caused‍⁠‌ nonstop rain for‌‌‍ weeks, Fernan was‍ starting to believe‍​​ that demons really​ were the masters‍​​ of magic.

And‌ if they had⁠​​ already used a grand spell once,​​ what was stopping‌ them from doing⁠⁠‍ it again?

“…Then‌‌ the situation would‌‍‌ be even worse.”​​⁠

“I’ve‌​​ prepared enough. And,⁠‌ if it comes​‌‌ to it, at​‍ least I could⁠‍⁠ get out alive.”⁠⁠‌

“What‌‌⁠ about me? Your‌‍ young master?”

“……”‌

“What‌​⁠ are you two​​‍ whispering about?”

“Nothing.‌ Let’s go.”

Fernan‌ picked up the‍‍‍ pace, following the‌ trail of the⁠ prince’s retinue. There⁠⁠‍ were many of​ them, and leaving​ tracks was inevitable.​‌‍

“It‌ really won’t stop​‌ raining.”

“They‍​ say it’s been⁠​ going on for‍‌ over two weeks.‍‍ What we see‌ as a drizzle‍‍‌ now was a downpour not long‌ ago.”

“The‌‌⁠ people’s cries won’t‌​​ stop.”

“As​‍ the saying goes,‍‍⁠ ‘You can survive‍‌​ three years of​‌ drought, but no⁠⁠⁠ one withstands three⁠⁠ months of constant‌ rain.’ Floods are‌ terrible disasters.”

And‌‍ this one had‌ started right before‌ the harvest, making⁠ it even crueler.‌​

They​ found the prince’s‌​ trail in the​‌⁠ late afternoon.

“This​​ road is blocked‍ too. They say‍​‌ all nearby routes​​ have been cut‍⁠​ off. Could it‌ be the work‍⁠ of the corrupted?”⁠

“Most‍‍⁠ likely.”

Although⁠⁠ it was also⁠ possible that it​‌ wasn’t. Such long‍‌ rains were already​‌‌ inexplicable on their‌⁠ own.

But⁠ if the storm‌ itself was the​‌ work of the⁠⁠‌ corrupted, then it‌ was without a doubt a trap.​

“That​‍​ means the attack‌‍ is imminent. We‍⁠‌ must find the⁠‌ prince as soon‍ as possible.”

When‍​‌ they finally came‍‍ within visual range,‍ the problem had‍‍‍ already erupted.

“Demonic​‌ magic.”

“A‌⁠⁠ slash-and-burn village? The‍​⁠ whole village is⁠‌ covered by a magic circle.”

The‍​​ runic symbols were​​ unfamiliar to Fernan,‍​ though he suspected​⁠ they were runes⁠‍‌ used only by‌​⁠ demons.

And‌‍⁠ his prediction proved​‌⁠ true—the magic circle‍⁠ was up to‍‌ something.

“Should‍​​ we go in?⁠‌ It looks really⁠‍ dangerous.”

“The‍‍‍ prince must survive.‌‍ But charging in‍​‍ headfirst would be‌‌ stupid.”

The‌⁠‍ prince was important,⁠ but Fernan’s own‌ life was even⁠ more so. He​‍ wasn’t an altruist⁠ who would risk‌‌‍ everything for another.​

“Let’s​‍​ try something. If‍‍ it works, we‍‍‍ go in. If‌ not, we wait‌ outside.”

The‌‍‌ method was simple—pour​‍ holy water on‍‍ the border between‌ the affected area⁠‍ and the unaffected.‍​​

Sizzle—⁠

The​​​ holy water struck‌ the demonic energy​‍⁠ and evaporated instantly.‍‍

“We’re‍​ going in.”

A part of the‌ circle weakened, losing‌‍ light.

That‌​ was enough.

The‌⁠‍ efficiency wasn’t great,‌⁠ but Fernan had‌ brought enough holy‌ water to make⁠‍ up for it.‌‌‍

“But​‌ hey, what is⁠‍​ that water? Some‌ miracle cure? Why⁠ does it work‌‍‍ on everything?”

“A‍‌ miracle cure? Is‍​‌ it better than⁠⁠‍ holy water? How⁠​ much does it‍⁠‌ cost?”

“No,​ no… it’s not‌ that…”

Gismond‌⁠ muttered under his‌‍ breath.

“Hmm…⁠‍ I suddenly feel​ weak…”

“Fernan.⁠⁠​ I sense monsters⁠⁠⁠ nearby.”

— Kyu.

Wooden‍​‌ tapped Fernan’s chest‍⁠​ gently. Luina unsheathed​ her sword, and‍‍​ Hyde stepped ahead⁠​‍ to shield him.‍‌‍

The‍‌​ beasts drawn by‌‌ the demonic magic⁠‌ were approaching from‍‍‌ all directions.

“There​​ are corrupted creatures‌⁠‍ too.”

“Now​‌‌ I get it.⁠‍​ It all fits.”⁠​​

The‍⁠‌ magic absorbed mana,‍ aura, and the⁠ life force of⁠‍​ the knights, weakening‌​​ them. And it​‌⁠ turned that into​​ demonic energy that​‌‍ empowered the beasts.‌‌

That​ made annihilation inevitable.‍

At⁠ first, they could​⁠​ resist. But unable‌ to escape the​​ circle and harassed​ nonstop, their strength‌‌‌ was drained until⁠ they were wiped‌⁠ out.

‘There⁠ must be more‌ corrupted nearby. This​ can’t be all.’​⁠⁠

In​​‌ the original story‍​ of that night,⁠‌ the prince of​‌​ Alprosen was supposed⁠‍ to die, and‌⁠⁠ the kingdom fall​⁠⁠ into chaos.

But‍⁠ Fernan wasn’t going‌ to allow that‌​ future.

“Let’s⁠⁠‍ go to the⁠ center of the‍‍ village.”

Though‌‌ he couldn’t read‌‌​ demon runes, the‌⁠ essence of magic⁠‍ was the same.‍‍​

Following⁠ the flow of‌ energy, he identified​‍​ the core of​ the circle.

“The⁠‌ center is the​⁠‌ heart of this​​⁠ magic. We’ll pour‍⁠‍ holy water there.”⁠

“Will‌‌‍ it work?”

“If‌⁠ it doesn’t, we’ll‌​⁠ keep going until‌‌ it does.”

“That⁠ sounds like you.”⁠

Despite‌ the situation, Luina‍ couldn’t help but‍ smile.

“I’ll​​‌ clear the way.”⁠⁠

“No‍‍ need. It’s clear.”​

“…It’s​⁠ true.”

The​‍ central path was​⁠‌ open. Only the‌⁠ moans of the‍ trapped villagers could‍⁠ be heard.

“Here.”‌​‍

Fernan‍‍ poured holy water.‌‍‌ The circle reacted⁠⁠​ more violently than​‍​ at the edges.‍

“Luina,⁠​ you too. And‌ you, senior.”

He‍​ handed them bottles.​‌⁠ Hyde was already​ pouring another.

The‌​‌ ground bubbled as‌ it clashed with‍ the demonic magic.⁠⁠

“Don’t⁠​ forget to leave‌ the empty bottles‍‍⁠ on the ground.”‍

“Throw‍‌⁠ them away? You‌‌‌ always pick them‍ up.”

“This​​ is an investment.”‍‍

A message for the​‌​ prince—to see how‌‌​ much Fernan had​‍ spent to save⁠⁠ them.

“…I⁠ see.”

At‌ that moment, the​‌ sound of galloping‍ horses rang out.‌⁠⁠

It‌ was the prince’s‍ retinue.

“Get​ out of the​​ way!”

A desperate shout was‍​‌ heard. But Fernan​‌‌ didn’t move.

“Shouldn’t​‍‍ we step aside?”⁠‌​

“No.⁠⁠ Keep pouring water.”‌

“But‍‌ they’re charging with⁠⁠‌ lances! They probably​‌ think we’re corrupted!”​

“Understandable.”⁠⁠

Luina⁠ and Hyde stepped‌​ in front of⁠‍ Fernan, but he‌​‌ shook his head.​⁠​

“No⁠ need. They’re already‍ slowing down.”

And‍ so they were.​⁠​ The retinue slowed⁠‌ until they stopped​‍‍ just a few‌‍​ meters away.

“…Who‌​⁠ are you?”

The‌ strength of the‍‌⁠ knights was evident.‌​‍ They were the‌‌ Black Whale Knights,⁠⁠‍ Alprosen’s elite.

Among⁠‌​ them stood a man with a regal air, platinum​​ hair, and scarlet⁠ eyes. Crown Prince‍​⁠ Alpion Alprosen.

Fernan‌ bowed his head.‌

“I’ve‍​ come to fulfill‍ a promise, Your‌ Highness.”

“A‌ promise?”

“I’m⁠⁠ Fernan Pellenberg. An‍‍‌ honor to meet‍ you.”

“…Fernan‌⁠⁠ Pellenberg?”

The‌ unexpected name left‌ everyone stunned.

“Forgive‍⁠ the brevity of⁠⁠‌ my greeting. The⁠ situation demands it.”⁠​

Fernan⁠ threw an empty‍⁠‍ bottle and opened‌‌‌ another.

“…What​ are you doing?”‌‌⁠

“Erasing‌​ the corrupted’s magic‌ circle.”

“Is‌ that even possible?‍ What is that‌ substance?”

“…Holy⁠ water.”

Fernan​‌ hesitated for a moment. If he‌⁠ revealed the secret,‍ the kingdom would​ start buying it​​‍ in bulk and​‍‍ the product would​⁠​ become harder to​ obtain.

But‌​ defeating the corrupted‍⁠ was the priority.⁠‍⁠ If holy water‌‍⁠ became widespread, it‍‌‌ would be impossible​ for them to⁠ thrive.

“Holy​ water?”

“Yes.​‍⁠ Created by the⁠⁠‌ Cult of the⁠​‍ Dragon God. Not‌ as powerful as​​​ Armian’s light, but⁠​ highly effective against​⁠‌ demonic magic.”

“…It⁠​⁠ appears so.”

The‌ prince looked around.​​

“How‍‌ much do you⁠‌⁠ have?”

“Plenty.”⁠​

“Then⁠ keep using it.”‍

It⁠ was too late​‍ to flee. The‍⁠‍ monsters had broken‍‍ through the palisades⁠ and were entering‍ the village.

“Form⁠⁠​ a defensive wall!”⁠

“Protect​‌ the prince!”

The​⁠⁠ knights surrounded Alpion.‌ Now, with the⁠​‍ circle weakened, mana​​ and aura flowed⁠‍‍ better.

The‌ fear dissipated. After‌​⁠ all, they were‌‍ the Black Whale⁠ Knights.

“No⁠​ problem, Your Highness.⁠ But…”

Fernan‌‍⁠ trailed off, and‌​⁠ Alpion understood immediately.‌

“They​⁠​ say the rich⁠ always want more.⁠‍‌ You’re relentless.”

“And⁠‍​ so are you⁠‍ among the rich.”‌

“As‍ long as you‌⁠ don’t overcharge, I’ll‍⁠ pay whatever you⁠‌​ ask.”

“I‍ appreciate it.”

Fernan⁠‌​ smiled and pulled‍​‌ more items from⁠‍‍ his subspace.

But​⁠​ they weren’t bottles‌⁠ of holy water.‍

“By⁠ the way, do‌​ you need healing‌ or mana potions?⁠ I’ve also got​‍ stimulant cigarettes for‍⁠​ the tired.”

“……”‍⁠

***⁠

“…What‍‌ the hell?!”

Not‍‍‍ far from the⁠⁠‌ slash-and-burn village, Daniel‍‍⁠ Kool shouted upon⁠‌‍ seeing the sudden‍‌ appearance of an‍ intruder.

“Fernan​​⁠ Pellenberg just showed⁠‍ up out of‍‍‍ nowhere!”

“Fernan⁠ Pellenberg? Wasn’t that‍⁠​ guy supposed to‍‌ be taken care‍‌ of by Roderick‍⁠ Fisher?”

The‍ blue-haired man next‍ to him frowned.​

“That’s​ what I’m saying!‍⁠​ What the hell⁠‍ is that bastard‌ doing here…?”

“Do‍​‌ something! Look how​ he’s damaging the‌​‍ magic circle!”

“And​ what do you‌‍ want me to‍ do?! All my​‌ books are already‍ burned!”

“You⁠ were the one‍‍‌ who said Fernan​‌‌ Pellenberg wouldn’t come​​⁠ here!”

“I⁠ said he’d go‍​ to Esrin!”

And‌⁠⁠ indeed, Fernan hadn’t​ gone to Esrin.‍⁠​

“Damn‌​‍ Roderick… what kind​​⁠ of stupidity is​ he pulling?”

Daniel‌ Kool gnashed his‍ teeth. But he‌‌ shook his head​ right away.

“There’s‌‍ no way around‍ it now. We’ll​⁠‌ have to retreat…”​‌‌

“Retreat?⁠ Don’t be ridiculous!‍⁠⁠ Do you know​‍‌ how much effort‍‌ it took to​ prepare all this​​ and set up​‌ the magic circle?‍​‍ You want to‌‍‍ abandon it and‍⁠ run?”

Causing⁠​ rains for nearly‌ three continuous weeks​ wasn’t easy. It‍‌ took a colossal​⁠ amount of life⁠ force, and they‌‍ had already sacrificed​​⁠ too much for​‍ this plan.

The‌ same applied to‍‌ the magic circle.‌‍‌

A spell that drained⁠‍‌ life and mana‌⁠ even from powerful⁠‍ knights like the‌​ Black Whale order.⁠⁠

The‌‍⁠ time and effort​⁠ invested in completing⁠ it were immeasurable.⁠

“That⁠ circle cost me‍‌‍ half my grimoires!‌‍ And now you‍‌⁠ want me to‍​ just let it​ fade away?”

“Then‌ what do you‍ propose?!”

“Follow‍ through to the⁠‌‍ end.”

The⁠‌‌ man’s eyes gleamed‍ with a sinister⁠ light.

“Kill​⁠ them all. The​‌ crown prince, the⁠‍​ Black Whale Knights,‌ his entire escort.‌ And Fernan Pellenberg,⁠ and those worms​⁠​ with him.”

“Wait,‌⁠​ Fernan Pellenberg was​‌ already affected by‍ hypnosis. It’d be‌ more useful to‍‌⁠ keep reinforcing control‍ over him than‌ killing him. In‍‍ the long run,⁠⁠⁠ that would be—”‍

“An‌​ advantage? Nonsense! He’s⁠‌ ruining my work‌⁠ right now!”

He‍ roared, cutting off‌ Daniel, and pulled‍ out the one‌ remaining book, with‍‌⁠ half its pages⁠‌​ already reduced to‌ ash.

“I​​‍ don’t care what⁠ you say. I’m⁠⁠⁠ executing the plan‌ as scheduled. Everyone‌⁠ who enters the​‍ circle’s radius will‍ die!”

Even‌⁠ if I have‍ to burn the‍‍‌ rest of my‌⁠‌ book.

“You’ll​‍ just waste the⁠⁠​ tome.”

“Don’t⁠⁠ compare yourself to‌ me. I awakened​ long before you⁠‌​ did.”

“……”‍‍‌

The‍‌ blue-haired man said‌ no more and‍⁠⁠ vanished toward the​ village.

“…Hah.”⁠‌

Daniel‌‍ Kool let out‌⁠‍ a dry laugh.⁠‍‍

“…Very​‌‍ well. Do as‍ you wish.”

He⁠‌ would fulfill his‍ own mission. Each‍‍ had to play⁠‌ their part.

“Wait​‌⁠ a moment… so​‍‌ does this mean‌‌​ Fernan isn’t in​ Esrin?”

Daniel⁠‌ Kool, too, vanished‍​ from the scene.‌

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