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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 189

Chapter 189

“What‍ the hell is⁠⁠​ that golem?!”

Viscount​‍ Lorencios screamed in‌‌ desperation.

The⁠​⁠ blood giant was‍​⁠ a weapon formed‌ from countless lives,‌‍​ blood, and demonic​ magic from a book consumed by⁠ flames.

And‌ yet, it was‌​‌ being humiliated by‌‍ a mere golem‍⁠ created by a human.

The⁠⁠⁠ giant wasn’t weak.‌‍ The golem was‌⁠ simply too strong.‌‍⁠

That⁠‍⁠ reality plunged him​⁠‍ further into despair.⁠

How‌‌ could a golem​ made by human‌ hands surpass the‍​⁠ demons’ giant?

No​⁠ matter how much‌‍‍ he denied it,⁠ reality wouldn’t change.⁠ So he shifted⁠‌‌ his focus—if he‍‍‍ couldn’t destroy the⁠​‌ golem, he would⁠ kill the mage​​⁠ controlling it.

But‍ he couldn’t do‍‌ that either.

“Why‍ won’t you die?!‍‌ How can a mere Academy student⁠‌ withstand my magic?!”⁠

Even⁠ though he had‌ lost his book,​ Viscount Lorencios’s power⁠‌ hadn’t vanished.

He‌ was a mage⁠​​ who had awakened‍⁠​ long before Daniel,⁠⁠ at a level​​‌ no student could​‍​ ever match.

So‌‌‍ how the hell​‌‍ was Fernan still‌ holding on?

How‍​​ many potions could⁠⁠ he possibly have‌⁠‌ in that subspace​​‍ to keep chugging‍ them down nonstop?‌⁠‌

“If​ only I had⁠​ kept at least⁠‍ one page of‌​ the book…!”

He​‍ regretted burning it‌‌‍ all to reinforce‌ the blood giant.⁠‌‍

He​‍⁠ finally understood why‌​ Daniel had wanted⁠⁠ to retreat after‌ learning Fernan was​ involved.

But⁠​ it was already​ too late.

He‍ had used everything‍ he had prepared‍‍‌ and even incinerated‍⁠‌ the entire book.⁠

He​⁠ had bet everything,⁠ and all that​‌ remained was to​ offer his own‌⁠⁠ body.

Grrr—‍‌

Starting‌ from his feet,​ his body began⁠ to be absorbed⁠​ by the giant’s‌ flesh.

“Fernan​ Pellenberg, at the‌ very least I’ll‌​ kill you here.‌‌‌ Even if I have to burn​ my entire body!”​

The⁠​‍ blood devoured everything‌‍​ it took in,⁠​​ growing stronger with‌‌⁠ every sacrifice.

“First‌ I’ll crush that​‍ golem…!”

Even‍ if it meant⁠‌ its own creator.​⁠‍

“And‌ then I’ll kill‍ you! And those‍​‍ fools who don’t​‍‌ realize the situation⁠ they’re in!”

The⁠‌‌ giant devoured its​⁠ master and grew⁠​ rapidly, becoming tougher‌‍‌ and reaching fifteen‌‍​ meters in height.‌

“I’ll⁠ kill you all!”‌

But​‌​ even before that‍ monster, Fernan’s expression⁠‌ didn’t change.

“Pathetic.‌​‌ Do you know​ what it means​‍ to repeat the‍‌​ same threats over‌‌ and over?”

That⁠‌⁠ they no longer‌​ carry any weight.‌‌

“Just​‌ like now—with you.”‍

At⁠​‍ that moment.

Crack.‍​

A massive sword, glowing⁠‍​ green, pierced through​‌ the corrupted being’s‌​ body.

“It’s⁠ rare that you‍‌‌ didn’t choose self-destruction,‍‌‌ but…”

His‌​⁠ torso and legs⁠ were separated in⁠⁠ an instant, without⁠⁠ fully being absorbed.⁠‌‍

“Who⁠‌ said I was‍‍‌ going to wait‍⁠ for you to‌‌ finish?”

Maybe‌​​ demons and corrupted⁠‌⁠ beings wait for‌‍ each other. But‌⁠ even if they​‌ did, why would‌⁠ Fernan follow their‌‍ rules?

“Stupid‍‍‌ corrupted scum.”

“Dam…⁠ damn y—!”

The‍ reddened body of‌ Count Lorencios didn’t‌ even finish cursing⁠ before turning into​ black smoke and⁠ vanishing, like all‍ those who used​⁠ books.

But‌ the blood giant⁠‍ didn’t disappear.

Perhaps⁠​ because it had‌ devoured part of‌ its master, or​ maybe that’s just‍ how those magics‍‌ worked.

“Wooden.”​​‍

— Kyuu.

“Finish‌‍​ it now. It​‍ won’t regenerate anymore.”⁠⁠

Wooden‍ nodded.

He⁠‌ gripped his sword‍ with both hands,‌⁠ focusing all his​​ energy.

A green aura, more⁠⁠ than ten meters‌ tall, pierced the​⁠​ sky.

The​‍ giant, sensing danger,‌ roared and lunged⁠‌ forward, swelling its​‌ body as if⁠ to devour Wooden‍‍⁠ in one bite.‍⁠‌

And‌‌ in that moment—‌‍​

────────!​⁠

The⁠⁠ sword came down.​​‍

A perfect, final slash‍ that sealed the‍‍ outcome.

***​⁠‌

Victory.​

They⁠ had won.

— Kyuuu.

Wooden‌‍‌ closed his eyes‌‍ with a satisfied‍​ smile. He had‍⁠​ fought with everything⁠‍ he had, and⁠‌‌ he was happy.⁠

His‍ body, however, was‍ exhausted, weighed down‌⁠​ by fatigue. He‌​‌ didn’t want to‌ think about battles​⁠ again for a long time.

“Well⁠‌ done, Wooden.”

— Kyuuu, kuuuu, Kyu.⁠​‌

“You’re‌ not going to‍ bug me for‍‌‌ three months? I see you’re satisfied.”‍⁠​

Fernan‍‍ thought that if⁠⁠‍ he hadn’t taken‌​‌ potions like water,​​ he would have‌ died.

He’d​‌​ drunk so many​ that his stomach⁠​ felt like it⁠ was about to​​ burst.

As‍⁠​ he burped uncomfortably,​ the first to‌‌⁠ arrive were Hyde‌ and Luina.

“Good​‍⁠ job. Are you‌‍ alright?”

“What​​‍ about the prince?”​⁠

“Safe.⁠ Thanks to you.”‍‍

“And‍⁠‍ you?”

“Same.⁠‍ Most of the​‌‌ monsters got caught‍‌ in the fight⁠ between Wooden and‌⁠ the giant, so‌‌‌ it wasn’t too​⁠⁠ hard.”

“Idiots,‌ just like proper​​‍ monsters.”

Fernan‍‍ laughed.

“And​​ you, how are​⁠​ you? You look…”​​‌

“Not⁠​​ great.”

The‌‍ corrupted mage’s magic⁠ had clearly overwhelmed​⁠​ him.

If‌⁠ not for the‍⁠ artifacts and potions,​​ he wouldn’t have‍‌​ lasted.

And‍⁠​ while potions were​⁠⁠ useful, they weren’t‌ miracles. If the‍ enemy had focused‌ just a bit‍⁠⁠ more on him,‍‌ Fernan would’ve fallen.⁠‍⁠

“You’re‍​ pale. I’ll help​‌‌ you walk.”

“It’s‍ not that bad…”‍⁠

Suddenly,‌ his head spun,⁠‌ and he lost​ his balance.

Luina‌ caught him immediately.⁠⁠‍

“See​‍​ what I mean.”⁠‍

“Let‍ me carry you.”‍‍​

“No,​​‍ I’ve got this.”‌⁠

“Alright‍‍ then.”

Hyde‍‌ stepped back, and‌⁠ Fernan accepted Luina’s‌‍ support.

“…I’ll‌ have to trouble⁠ you a bit.”‍

“No‌​​ matter how much.”⁠​‍

As‍​ they spoke, the⁠ prince and his​ group approached.

“Are‌ you alright?”

“Yes,‌‌ I’m in one‍ piece.”

“You‌ look very pale.”⁠​

“The‌‌​ enemy deserved it…”⁠⁠

The​‍ prince bowed his⁠​ head, and the⁠‍ Black Whale knights,‌⁠ along with the⁠‍ surviving soldiers, knelt.‌

“I‌ owe you a tremendous debt. Thank​​ you, truly.”

“Thanks⁠​ to young Fernan‍‌ Pellenberg!”

Amid‍ the ruins, seeing⁠​​ dozens of knights‍​​ and soldiers kneeling​‍ in perfect formation​ was an imposing⁠⁠​ sight.

“There’s​⁠‌ no need. I only did what‍ I had to.”‌​‌

“What‌‍ you had to‍‌‍ do would have​‌ been to escape.‌‍​ You could’ve easily‍⁠​ done so.”

The​ prince shook his​‍⁠ head.

“You​​⁠ saved not only​​​ the heir to‌ the kingdom, but‍ also the squadron,‍​ the mages, and⁠‍ the soldiers. I want to reward​⁠ you.”

“That‌ won’t be necessary.”⁠‍

“Not‍ necessary?”

The‌ prince looked at‌ him in surprise.​⁠​

“I’ll‍ be getting Alprosen’s‌⁠⁠ three-month budget soon‌‌ anyway, won’t I?”⁠‍

If‍‌​ he asked for⁠‍​ more, he’d end⁠ up drawing the⁠‍​ people’s hatred. Fernan⁠‍‍ knew just how‌‍ far he should‍ go.

“……”‌⁠

Everyone⁠⁠​ went silent.

No​‌ one dared say‌‌ it wouldn’t happen.‍‌ Even if they​‍ wanted to avoid‌ it, they couldn’t​‍‌ swear the secret‍​ would be kept.‌‌‌

“…About‍⁠ that. Could I compensate you with⁠⁠ rights or something‌⁠‌ else instead of⁠ money?”

“Money‌ is cleaner, but‌ I won’t reject‍ other ways to⁠‍ make money. Though,‍ the promise hasn’t⁠‌ been broken yet.”‍

“It⁠‍‍ doesn’t matter. Promise‌ or not, I want to give‌ you something as​‍ thanks.”

The​ prince pointed at‌​ the ruins around‌ them.

“This‌ isn’t the best⁠​ place to talk.‍ Let’s rest a little and then‌ discuss it properly,‌ what do you⁠​ say?”

“I’d‍​ have no reason⁠​​ to refuse.”

After‍‍‌ all, there was​ no such thing‍‍ as a Pellenberg⁠​‌ who’d turn down⁠‍ a talk about‌‌‍ money and rewards.‍

***​​

While‍ Fernan was saving⁠ the crown prince⁠ of Alprosen and​⁠ taking down a corrupted one, Aint’s‍‌‍ group was meeting​ with the first‍‍ prince of Esrin,⁠​ Ferant Esrin.

“Forgive‌ me for summoning‌‍ you to a place like this.‍​‌ But I thought​‍‍ it best to⁠⁠ keep your visit⁠‌ as secret as​ possible.”

The‌‍ location was a secret villa of‌ the first prince,‌ on the outskirts‍‍‌ of the capital.‍‌​

After‌ crossing Lake Baikan‌⁠ by boat and‌‌ landing at the‌ port, they quickly‌​ arrived following the​⁠ guide sent by‌ the prince himself.‌‍

“No‌​ problem. If it’s⁠‌ about matters related​‍ to the corrupted,​⁠‍ you can never​ be too cautious.”‍​

“Thanks​​‍ for understanding. To⁠‌‌ be honest, I didn’t expect you​‌ to actually come​ when I sent​‌‍ the letter.”

Ferant⁠⁠ Esrin let out​ a sigh of⁠‍​ relief. Though he‍ was a prince,‍ against demons there‍ was no substitute.‌⁠​ And since Aint‍ had come at‍‌⁠ his request, he‌⁠‍ wanted to show⁠ the utmost respect.⁠

“And‍ they are…?”

“They’re‍ my friends. They’ve⁠​ fought by my⁠ side against the⁠ corrupted.”

“An⁠​ honor, your highness.‍ I’m Aria Fridian.”‍‌

“Verian​⁠‌ Kalburdern.”

“Fridian​‌ and Kalburdern… truly‍‍ esteemed guests. Welcome.​⁠ If you’re friends​‍ of Aint, then‍‌ you’re friends of​ mine as well.​ Feel at ease.”‌‌

After​ the introductions, Aint‌​‍ resumed the conversation.‍‍​

“I’d‌ like to hear​‍ more details about⁠ what you wrote⁠ in the letter.”​⁠

“I‌‍ regret to say,⁠⁠ but what’s in‌‍⁠ the letter is‌‍ all. We haven’t‍ found any trace⁠​ of demons.”

They‌‌ had sent people‍‌ to the third​ prince’s region, but​‍ whether it was‌ a mistake or⁠⁠‍ the traces were‍‌‍ too well hidden,‍ they found nothing.⁠

“Could​ I see the‌​‌ person in question?”‍

“That​ is possible. In​‍ fact, that’s why‌​​ I summoned you⁠​‌ here. He’s…”

At​​‌ that moment, a soldier rushed in,‌ alarmed.

“Your​‌⁠ Highness, something terrible‌‌ has happened!”

“What‍​‌ is it?!”

“Valor‍‌⁠ is dead!”

“What?!”‍‌‌

Valor‍‌ was the man​‌‍ who claimed to‌ have escaped a demonic summoning ritual.​⁠​

He‌ was the reason​‍ the prince summoned‍‌ Aint, and the‍‍​ one he was‍ going to have‌‍⁠ him meet.

The​​‍ prince and Aint​ rushed to the⁠ room where Valor‍‌ had been staying.‌‌

All​ they found was​​⁠ his corpse, with‍​⁠ his head cleanly‍​ severed.

He​​‌ wasn’t the only‌‍ one—the knight assigned‍ to guard him⁠ (though actually keeping⁠​ watch) and four⁠ soldiers were also‍ dead.

“…How​ could you let‌ your guard down​ like this?!”

“I…‌​ I’m sorry, your​‍ highness. We…”

While‍ the prince and‌‍‌ knights argued in⁠​‌ panic, Aint bent​⁠ down and calmly‍‍ examined the bodies.⁠

“…Your‍ Highness, you’re right.”⁠​

He‌‌‍ found traces of⁠‍⁠ demonic energy in​ the corpses.

He​⁠ didn’t know if⁠‌‍ it came from‌​‌ the bodies themselves‍⁠ or the killer,‌‍​ but that didn’t‍‌ matter.

The‍ mere presence of⁠‌ that energy confirmed‌​ that the corrupted‌‌​ were involved.

“The‍ corrupted have infiltrated‍⁠ Esrin.”

An‍ aura of killing‌ intent radiated from‍ Aint’s eyes.

***‌⁠

“Aint‌‌ Armian is in​ Esrin…”

“Yes.”⁠⁠​

Count​​‌ Daniel, having returned‌‌ to Esrin, received‍ the bad news⁠ without reacting.

“I⁠ see.”

“You⁠‌‌ don’t seem surprised.⁠‍⁠ Don’t you blame​​‌ me for this?”‍

“It⁠ is your fault.‌ Aint came because‍ you didn’t do⁠‌‍ your job right.”‌

“Th-that…!”‍‌⁠

“But‌ I expected it.”‌​

As⁠ soon as Fernan⁠ appeared in Alprosen,‍ he had sensed​‍ Roderick had failed.​‌​

That⁠‍ Aint would come⁠​‌ to Esrin wasn’t‍‌‍ strange under the​‌ circumstances.

“…Everything​​‍ went wrong by⁠‌⁠ a hair. If⁠ I had just‌‍ arrived a day⁠‌‌ earlier…”

Roderick‌​​ scratched his head⁠‍ nervously.

“It‍⁠‌ doesn’t matter.”

“It‍ doesn’t?”

“I’ve‌⁠ thought of a good plan.”

“A⁠⁠ good plan?”

“We’ve​​​ been failing repeatedly⁠ since last year.⁠ Do you know⁠‍‍ why?”

“Because‌⁠ of interference…”

“Exactly.​ And from whom?”​‍

“Aint​‍ Armian and Fernan⁠ Pellenberg…”

“That’s‌⁠ right.”

Ever‍⁠ since Aint entered‍‍⁠ the Academy, they‌ had anticipated certain‍​‍ issues.

They‍⁠ had tried to‌​‌ kill him multiple‌‍ times and failed.‌ Why?

Because⁠​‍ an unexpected factor‌​ appeared.

“Fernan​‌ Pellenberg. His interference⁠ ruined everything. If⁠‌ not for him,‍‍ Aint Armian would⁠ be dead already.‌ Kimaris and Decarabia⁠⁠⁠ would still be⁠ alive.”

In⁠‌‍ fact, those two⁠‌‍ demons might have⁠ even joined forces‌ and razed Bercheff.⁠

“That‍​​ guy was always‍​ obsessed with security.⁠‌ And that paranoia​‌​ ended up benefiting⁠‍‍ Aint. But now…”‌

“Fernan​ isn’t…?”

Roderick’s‍‍⁠ eyes widened in‍​ realization.

“Correct.​⁠‍ Aint no longer‌​​ has Fernan Pellenberg​‌⁠ by his side.​‌ He doesn’t have‍⁠‍ that overwhelming power.​ Nor the support‍ of the Academy’s‌‌ headmaster.”

This‍‌ wasn’t the Academy.‌

Fernan⁠​⁠ Pellenberg wasn’t here.⁠​

The​ Empire couldn’t intervene‍​‍ in a foreign‌⁠‌ nation.

And‌​‌ furthermore, in Esrin‍‍‍ they had entire​‍ hordes of demons‌ summoned with the‌⁠​ help of the​⁠‍ third prince.

“This‌‍​ is our chance,​ Roderick.”

Perhaps⁠​ the last.

“You‍⁠⁠ must’ve heard the‌​ Armian family is​ suddenly reinforcing their‌ forces—who knows where⁠⁠ they got the‍ money.”

“Yes.​ Proof that opportunity⁠‌⁠ lies hidden in⁠ crisis.”

“Exactly.‌​ If we let‌​ this chance slip,‌‍‍ we’ll be facing⁠ a much stronger​ enemy later. But‍​ if we strike⁠ now…”

Armian‌‍ will lose its​ core again and​​​ fall into ruin.​‌

And​⁠‌ the demons will‍⁠⁠ eliminate their enemies⁠‌‌ with their own‍⁠‍ hands.

“Yes,⁠​ I admit this⁠ is the best⁠⁠ opportunity.”

“Let’s​‌ capture Aint together.⁠​ The two of​​ us will be‌‍‍ enough.”

“But‌‌ I find it‍ hard to believe⁠ that Fernan Pellenberg,⁠‍ who protected him⁠‌​ so much, would‌ let him leave‍‍‌ without any safety⁠ measures.”

“Fernan‍ is in Alprosen​ right now, fighting‍‌ Lorencios.”

“Lorencios?‍​‌ In that case,‌‍​ it’s likely he’ll​⁠⁠ be killed…”

“If‍⁠ we eliminate both‌ Fernan Pellenberg and​ Aint Armian, we’ll‌‌ remove the two​⁠‍ biggest obstacles. Alright,‌​​ I’ll give it​ my all to​⁠​ cooperate.”

“That’s​⁠‌ how it should⁠‌ be.”

The⁠‌ count and the​⁠ mercenary shook hands.⁠​

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