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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 188

Chapter 188

Lorencios‌‌ was confident in​ himself.

No​ matter how many⁠‍​ times Fernan Pellenberg‌ had interfered with⁠ their plans, he⁠‌‍ hadn’t reached this​ point without preparation⁠ either.

A magic circle powered​⁠⁠ by a thousand⁠‍‍ lives.

Traps.​​

And,​⁠ on top of‌‍ that, a blood​ giant reinforced with​​⁠ corpses and more⁠‍ blood.

Especially‌‍​ because on the⁠ other side, there​ was no Aint​‌ Armian, someone he‍ could consider a true rival.

No⁠⁠ Royal Knight either,‍ nor an Archmage.⁠

That⁠‌​ was enough.

It​ would be difficult—perhaps⁠‌‌ he’d have to‍ burn all his​‌​ books and even​ his own life—but‌⁠​ if he managed‌​ to kill the‌ crown prince and⁠ Fernan Pellenberg, it‍​ would still be⁠‍ worth it.

He​⁠‌ had taken his‌‍‍ stand with that‌‌‍ resolve.

But⁠⁠ then—

“…I’ve​​ never heard of‌​ anything like this.”‍

What‌ stood before him‍​⁠ was different.

A body over ten‌ meters tall.

Black⁠‌ armor, smooth like‍ polished steel.

An‌⁠ overwhelming presence and‌ a gigantic sword​‍ to match its⁠ size.

A giant.

Not‌‍​ some improvised imitation‌ like the one⁠‌​ he had created,​​‍ but a true‌⁠⁠ steel giant.

— Kuuung!

The​ giant roared, turning‌⁠ its body.

────!​​

With​ a single slash,‍‍ it split the‍ blood giant that‌ had been tormenting⁠ the Black Whale⁠⁠​ Squad in two.⁠⁠‍

***‌‌‍

A new body.

A gigantic body.

Since‍⁠‌ obtaining the body⁠‌​ of a golem,​⁠‍ Wooden had never‌‍ felt disappointed.

He‍⁠ could grow or‌‍​ shrink at will,⁠ was faster and⁠​‍ stronger than ever.‍

With⁠⁠‌ that body, he‌‍ could do everything⁠‍ he had dreamed‌‍ of as a forest spirit, and​‍ accompanying Fernan had‍‍‍ become fun.

But​ was he truly​‌ satisfied? Not quite.⁠⁠

When⁠‍⁠ one runs, they​ want to walk.‍⁠

When‌‌ one walks, they⁠​ want to sit.‍‌⁠

When‌⁠ one sits, they‍​ want to lie​​ down.

Such⁠‌ is the natural⁠ desire of any​‍ being with consciousness.​

Wooden‍ felt it too.‌

He​⁠ wanted a good‍ body—and after getting‌⁠⁠ it, he wanted⁠ to use it​‍ to its fullest.​​

He‍​ had fought several‌ times alongside Fernan,​‍⁠ but it wasn’t⁠‍‍ enough to quench‌​‍ his thirst.

Something​‍‍ was missing—a full-scale⁠ battle, without shrinking,⁠ using his entire‍‍ strength.

A fight where he​​ had to go‌ all out.

Yes,⁠‍⁠ he fought Andromalius,​‌‌ but at that⁠ time, he was​‌ inexperienced.

He⁠‍​ didn’t fully control​‌​ his body, lacked‍ combat experience, and‍‍⁠ swordsmanship.

His‌⁠ one real battle​ had come when‍​ he was still⁠‌ immature.

And‌‌ now, having overcome‍ that immaturity, there⁠ were no opponents‍⁠‍ left to fight​⁠ in his full​‍ form.

That⁠⁠‌ was Wooden’s dilemma—and​​‌ his sorrow.

But​ there’s a saying​‍ among humans: “After‌ waiting comes the‍ reward.”

He‍​ believed it, waited—and‍​‍ finally, that moment​ had arrived.

— Kyuu!

A blood giant over⁠ ten meters tall.​‌‌

A rival of similar‌⁠⁠ size, with power​​‌ that didn’t look‌‍‌ weak.

Wooden’s‍ eyes lit up,‌‌‌ and he started‌⁠‍ demanding from Fernan.‍‍‍

— Kyuu Kyuu!

Let‍‍​ me out! Now!​

I want to fight,⁠​‌ I want to‌​‌ go all out!‍

The‍ thirst to use⁠⁠⁠ the swordsmanship he​‌ had trained for⁠‌ so long in​‍ his full form‍‍​ burned inside him.⁠‌‍

And‍‍ luckily, his master‌‍ didn’t ignore him.⁠⁠‍

“Go,​‌ Wooden. It’s your‍‌ time.”

Fernan​⁠ released the spirit⁠ from the pendant.‌

All⁠‌ restraints shattered, and‍‌‌ Wooden returned to‍ his full form—ten‍​‌ meters tall, his⁠‌‍ complete body.

— Kuuung.

Alright.‌‌

From​ here, humans looked​‍⁠ like ants.

A feeling of omnipotence,‌‍ as if he​ could do anything.​

But⁠⁠‍ best of all—for​⁠ the first time,‌‍‌ he had another⁠⁠ giant before him⁠⁠‍ on equal footing.‌‌

And⁠ that thrilled him.⁠‍‍

— Kyuu!

Without‍ hesitation, he drew⁠⁠⁠ his sword.

He⁠‍⁠ spun his body⁠‍​ to add force‍ to his initial‌ slash.

────!‍⁠⁠

The⁠​​ boom echoed loudly.‍

Wooden‍‍⁠ felt the heavy‌​ vibration run through‌‌​ his blade and​⁠ was filled with​‌ joy.

But​​ that joy didn’t​‌ last long.

— Kyuu?

That’s⁠‍ it?

The‍‌ blood giant split‌‍⁠ in two and‍⁠ collapsed like nothing.‌‌⁠

— …Kyuu, Kyu?

Really?⁠‍​ It’s over already?‍​

No‌ way. It couldn’t‍ end like this.‍​‌

— Kyuu Kyuu! Kyuuu!‌

Get⁠ up!

Wooden⁠‌‌ roared—and to his‌‍‌ relief, the enemy‌ responded.

The‌‌ spilled blood began⁠‍ regrouping, and the​‍‍ giant reformed once‌‌ again.

“Damn​⁠⁠ it! What the⁠ hell is that?!”‍

A human standing on‍‍ the blood giant’s‍‍ shoulder shouted.

“Fernan‍ Pellenberg! Damn you,‍‌ Pellenberg!”

The‌​ man opened his‌ book.

“Fine‍ then! If that’s‌‍ how it is,⁠ I’ll kill you​⁠‍ even if it​⁠⁠ costs me my‌⁠​ life!”

The‌‍​ book burned—entirely—engulfed in‍ black flames.

“No!”⁠

A shout rang out,​‍ perhaps from his‌‍‌ master, but it‍​ was brief.

Demonic‌‍ energy burst from​⁠​ the burning book​​​ and enveloped the‍​​ giant.

The‍ body, once red​‌ as blood, turned‌‌‍ black.

Wooden‌​‍ understood instantly.

The​‍ giant, already grotesque,‌⁠‍ had become even‌‍ more repulsive.

Stronger,‍​​ tougher.

At​ last, it seemed‍​ like a worthy‌‍⁠ opponent.

“You⁠​ thought a mere​‌ golem could stop​ us?! None of⁠ you will leave⁠ here alive!”

Those​ words enraged Wooden.‍‍

— Kyu? Kyu?

Mere?‌‌ Golem?

“…You‌⁠ heard that.”

Fernan⁠‍ spoke calmly from‌ his shoulder.

“He’s​ out of books‍​​ and can only‌‌ spew empty words‌‌ now. Are you​⁠‍ really going to⁠⁠ let a worm‍⁠ like that live,​‌⁠ Wooden?”

— Kyuuu!

Unforgivable!‍‍‌

A pile of stinking‍⁠‍ corpses against this‍​ perfect body? Never!‌

Wooden‍‌ took a stance,‌‌ regulating his breathing‌‌ as he’d seen⁠‍ in human duels.‍⁠

He​​ leapt—and with a roar, left a crater beneath his​‌‍ feet.

The⁠‍​ blood giant reacted.​⁠

Its‍ right arm transformed​‍⁠ into a massive​ black sword and‌ met Wooden head-on.⁠‍

─────!⁠

The​​ clash shook the‍⁠‍ entire battlefield.

This‌​​ time, the blood‍ giant didn’t crumble⁠⁠‍ so easily—but its‍​ torso was exposed.‍

Wooden​ charged forward and⁠ plunged his sword‍‌‍ in.

──!‍​​

But⁠​⁠ the enemy’s toughness‍⁠​ was greater than⁠ expected.

A simple thrust wasn’t⁠​ enough—it barely left⁠ a crack.

“Wooden,⁠‌​ take it seriously.‍⁠ Don’t hold back‌‌ your aura just‌⁠⁠ because you want⁠‌⁠ to prolong the⁠‍ fight.”

— …Kyu.

That‍⁠ was true.

Exposed,‌‌‍ Wooden growled and‍ raised his power.⁠‍

A green aura, born‍ from the World‌‌‍ Tree and his​ essence as a forest spirit, enveloped⁠‍ his sword.

“That​​ power…! The Cursed‍ Tree!”

If‌ Armian’s power devoured‌ evil, the World​ Tree’s was its⁠ natural opposite.

Purer,⁠ closer to the⁠‍​ essence of this‍‌‌ world, in direct‌⁠ opposition to demonic‌ energy.

And​‌⁠ so—

────!‍

Wooden’s​‍‍ strike was precise.‍

This​‍​ time, there was‌ no hollow resistance.‍

Sword‍⁠ against sword—one shattered.‌‌⁠

The‍‍ giant’s arm and​​ weapon were cut,​ and its torso​‌⁠ was split in⁠ two.

Slash—​‌⁠

The⁠​⁠ demonic energy and‌⁠⁠ the World Tree’s​ power consumed each​‍​ other, filling the​⁠​ air with an​⁠ acrid smoke.

But‌‍‌ amid the smoke,⁠ the blood giant⁠​ reassembled itself.

The​​​ blood-soaked earth was​⁠‌ drained until it⁠⁠ dried up.

— Kyuu! Kyu?

Regeneration?‍‍‌ Endless?

Wooden’s​‍ eyes sparkled.

He’d‌​ been holding back,‍‍​ afraid it would‌⁠ end too quickly.‍⁠

Now‍‍​ he saw—there was​‌‍ no need.

“What‍‍‌ a monster! How‌ can a golem‌​⁠ like that even‍‍⁠ exist?!”

Lorencios’s​‍ voice rang out‌‌‍ in fury.

“Fine⁠ then! All the​⁠​ way to the‌​ end!”

“Want​‍‍ to drag it​‌ out?”

They​ both realized at​‍‌ that moment—neither side​‍ had the upper​​ hand.

The​‍ World Tree’s energy⁠‌‍ and demonic energy‌​ canceled each other​ out.

That’s‍ what the enemy⁠‌ was aiming for—a‌‌‍ battle of endurance.‌‌‍

“How⁠ long can that⁠⁠ huge golem last?!‌ He’ll be a pile of junk‌ soon enough!”

“That’s‌ what he says,‍ Wooden.”

But​⁠​ Fernan replied.

“Really?‍​ In a long‌ fight, you’ll turn‌ into useless scrap?”‍⁠‌

Wooden⁠​ answered with a deep laugh.

— Kyuu, Kyu.

Never.​‍​ Not ever.

And​‍ he unleashed his‍ power.

Branches​‌‍ and roots sprouted⁠​‍ from his body​‍ and sank into​⁠ the ground.

— Kyuu! Kuuuung!

Infinite‍‍‍ energy!

As⁠‌‌ long as nature⁠ existed in the‍‌​ world, his magic​ and aura would​‌ never run dry.‍‌​

“…Im…possible.‌‍​ The World Tree?”‌

The‌‌⁠ enemy’s face twisted.‍⁠‌

Wooden‍‍ found it funny.⁠

— Kyuuu!

Here​‌ I go again!‍‍

He​ raised his sword‌ and charged.

The‌⁠ blood giant reluctantly​⁠ charged as well.‍

“That‍​​ can’t be! Die!”⁠‌

“You‍​ think your spellless‍‌⁠ magic can touch‍ me?”

The‌​​ two giants clashed⁠‌‌ swords, and the​ magic from both‌⁠ mages engulfed the‍​ world in chaos.‌

***‌‌⁠

“B-Back!”⁠​

“Keep‍‌⁠ your distance!”

Fernan‌‍⁠ had assumed that‍ while Wooden and⁠ the blood giant⁠‌ fought, the monsters‌⁠ and demons would‍ attack the crown‍‌‌ prince’s group.

But‌⁠‍ he was wrong.‍

─!​‍

──!​‍‌

The⁠ battle between the​‌ two giants, and⁠ the magical duel​⁠ between the mages‌‍ atop their shoulders,⁠ turned not just‍ the village but‍‌ the entire surroundings‍ into a devastated⁠‍‍ field.

Monsters,‍⁠ demons, humans—all were⁠​‍ hit by the​ shockwaves.

The‌‍‌ prince reacted quickly‌ and ordered a retreat, but the​ beasts blindly followed‍‍‌ the corrupt ones’‌‍⁠ commands.

“…Wow,‍‌ they really are⁠​​ idiots.”

Gismond‍​‌ laughed as he​‍ watched the monsters⁠‍⁠ charge into the‌‌ giants’ battlefield without‌‍‌ thinking, only to‌⁠ be crushed in⁠​‍ the process.

Not‍‌ all died in⁠‍‍ the shockwaves, but​⁠ the damage was‌ severe. Those who​ made it out‍‌‍ were covered in​‌‌ wounds.

And‌⁠ those weakened monsters‍‌​ and demons were‌ no match for⁠ the Black Whale​‌‌ Knights or for⁠ Luina.

The‌ prince’s group finished​​​ off the last‍ of the demons‍‌⁠ far from the‍‌ village center.

With‌‍ a sigh of​‍ relief at still‍‍⁠ being alive, everyone⁠ turned their eyes​⁠ once again to⁠‍ the fight still​⁠ raging.

Giant‌‌‌ versus giant.

A battle that, aside⁠ from one person‍‌ present, no one‌‍ had ever imagined⁠ witnessing in their​‍​ life.

“…Sir‍‌ Krams.”

“…Yes,​‍ Your Highness.”

“What​ do you think​‌ of that?”

“…It’s​‍‍ an incredible golem.‍‌​ Not only does​‍⁠ it think for‌​ itself—it also absorbs‍ mana from the​⁠‍ surroundings to withstand⁠⁠ long battles.”

Moreover,⁠​ it was skilled​ in swordsmanship, and⁠ that style—it was⁠ Altrierc’s.

Alprosen​​ and Altrierc knew⁠ each other well,‍⁠⁠ as they had‌‌⁠ sometimes fought and‍​ sometimes traded across‌ the desert and⁠‌ lake that separated​ them.

“Who‌ do you think‍‌ will win?”

“Both⁠​ are impressive, but‍ I lean toward‍‍ young Fernan and‌⁠ that golem.”

The⁠​ reason was simple.​⁠

The⁠‍⁠ blood giant’s blows​‍ couldn’t damage the‌​‍ golem—but the golem’s​ could cut it⁠ down.

The​⁠‌ giant’s constant regeneration​ was concerning, but‍ after seeing it​ put down roots‌ and absorb mana‌​ from the surroundings,​​ that concern vanished.‍⁠

“It’s​‌ not that the​‍ giant’s attacks are⁠ weak.”

The⁠ ground exploded and​ trees vanished with​ every strike—a testament‍‌‌ to its power.⁠​‍

Krams⁠ didn’t even dare⁠⁠⁠ to think about⁠ interfering in that⁠​‌ fight.

“So?”‌​⁠

“The​ golem’s armor is‌ incredibly durable. I could swear it’s⁠‍​ coated in adamantite—that‍​ legendary metal…”

“Is‍​​ it possible to‍​​ get that much‍​ adamantite?”

“…I‌⁠‌ don’t know, Your⁠​‍ Highness. But being‍ the Pellenbergs, maybe.”⁠​‌

“That’s‍ true, too.”

It‌⁠ was hard to‍​‌ argue when the‌⁠​ proof was right‌⁠‌ before his eyes.⁠⁠ If it wasn’t⁠‌⁠ adamantite—what else could​​‍ it be?

“And⁠‌ the mage? Could‌‌​ he fall first…?”⁠

The⁠ mages on the⁠⁠ shoulders of the⁠ golem and the​⁠‌ giant were exchanging⁠ spells.

Their‌​ level far exceeded‍‌ the prince’s—and that‍‍ of any mage⁠‌ present.

“He​‍ won’t fall.”

The‍‌ answer came from‍ Luina, not Krams.‌‌

“Fernan‌⁠ is a great​ mage. Even if⁠ he denies it,​⁠‌ he’s strong enough‍​​ to win any​⁠ magic tournament.”

“A‌ magic tournament…?”

At⁠‌‍ the Academy, that‌‍‌ tournament wasn’t just⁠⁠ for students—it gathered‍⁠ the best from‍‍⁠ the entire continent⁠⁠ and crowned the⁠‌‍ strongest.

Winning⁠⁠‌ there meant surpassing⁠ most veteran mages.‍

“…I’d⁠‍ heard Fernan Pellenberg⁠‍ was ranked tenth.”‍

“He’s‍‌ first now. He‌ just hides it‌⁠ because he likes‍ keeping things secret.”‍​

Luina’s⁠‍ eyes gleamed with‌​ confidence. She didn’t​‌‍ show a shred⁠‌‍ of doubt that‍‍ Fernan would lose.⁠

“Young‌​⁠ Master doesn’t want‌​‍ that known, but​‌⁠ it’s the truth.”​

Hyde⁠​ chimed in.

“…I‍‌‌ see.”

The‌⁠ crown prince accepted⁠ the explanation without‍⁠‍ hesitation.

Why‍⁠‍ would someone hide⁠⁠ a talent like​ that? He didn’t⁠​‌ understand.

But⁠‍ seeing that Fernan‍‌​ had even hidden‌ such an incredible‍ golem, it was⁠‍ clear he had‌ that strange habit.⁠⁠‌

“Tell‍‍ me, Sir Krams.”⁠‍‍

“Yes,⁠ Your Highness.”

“Do​ you think… rumors​‍‍ will spread after​ this battle?”

“Without⁠ a doubt. Just‌‍​ look at the‍​ faces of the​ soldiers and mages.”‌​⁠

The​⁠​ soldiers, forgetting the‍ war, watched the‌⁠ fight in awe.⁠

The​​ mages even more‌‌ so—all eager to⁠⁠ study that golem‍‍‍ if they survived.⁠‍

“…If⁠​⁠ word gets out,‍‌‌ will I really‌⁠ have to pay⁠⁠‌ the three months’​​‌ kingdom budget in⁠⁠​ damages?”

“Your‌‍‌ Highness, how could​‌‌ you do something​⁠ so reckless…!”

That‌⁠ was a comment​ one should never‌‌⁠ make to a prince.

But‍‌⁠ neither the order’s⁠‍ captain nor the​ prince himself were‌​ in the mood​ for reprimands.

“I⁠​ didn’t know.”

The​ prince lamented.

“I⁠​ didn’t know it‌ would be like​ this! How was‌​ I supposed to‌​​ imagine it?”

He‌ wanted to rip​ out his own​⁠ tongue for what⁠⁠⁠ he’d said barely⁠​⁠ twenty minutes ago.​​

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