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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 19

Chapter 19

【Academy‍⁠ – Midterm Exam​ Results – Knight⁠‍‍ Department, First Year】‍⁠⁠

【1st⁠ – Valoshi Bienderk​‍⁠
2nd – Verian​​ Kalburdern
3rd – Kain…‌
…15th – Barus​‌ Dene
16th – Aint⁠⁠​ Armian…】

“What’s‌ this? Isn’t Aint‍ ranked higher than​ we thought?”

“Yeah,​⁠ considering he defeated⁠⁠ Verian, it’s a bit disappointing…”

Aint,‌‌ mixed among the‍‌⁠ murmuring crowd, silently⁠​‌ looked at his‌ position.

— Rank 16? The⁠ heir of the⁠‍‍ Armian family only⁠‍​ 16th?

The​‍ sound of Gardner‌‍‌ Alfenparsen clicking his⁠‌ tongue could be‍⁠ heard.

“Well,‌‌‌ there was nothing⁠‍ to be done.⁠ All the exams​ were replaced by⁠​‌ written tests…”

Of‌‍ course, that didn’t‍​ mean Aint was⁠ an idiot or​ lacked talent in​​ theory.

If​‍‌ that were the⁠‌ case, he wouldn’t‌‌ have placed 16th​ out of 100.‍​​ The issue was​​‍ that Gardner and​‌​ the others had⁠‍⁠ much higher expectations‍‍ for him.

“Oh.”‌‍​

A short exclamation was‍‌⁠ heard beside him.‌

“Rank​ 16? That’s quite‌⁠⁠ a leap.”

“Valoshi?”‍⁠

Aint⁠‍ greeted him gladly.⁠‍‍

He⁠‍⁠ was one of​‍‍ the few who‌ neither mocked the‍ fallen name of‌ Armian nor revered⁠ it as if‌ it were still​‍ legendary. Rather, he⁠ was simply kind⁠‌⁠ to everyone.

“Congratulations,‌ Aint. Amazing. You‍‌⁠ jumped from 38th‌⁠​ to 16th.”

“Don’t‍‍‌ exaggerate. They were‌ just written exams.​‍⁠ Plus, it’s only‍ midterm.”

“I⁠‌ don’t know… if​‌‍ they had been​​​ practical tests, maybe⁠‍ you would’ve ranked‌​⁠ even higher. After‌ all, you beat‍ Verian.”

“That’s‍⁠ true…”

But⁠‌ in the end,⁠​⁠ it was only‍ a midterm result.​‍ Everything would depend​​ on the final‍‌ exams and the‌ upcoming practicals.

“Anyway,‌⁠ it’s still a great result.”

“Yeah.‌ Climbing from 38th​⁠ to 16th in⁠‍ half a semester‍ is an absurd⁠ growth.”

At​‍ that moment, a youthful voice suddenly‍‍ interrupted.

Aint⁠ turned and saw‍⁠ someone he didn’t‌​ recognize.

A strikingly beautiful girl⁠​⁠ with short orange‌ hair and bright⁠​ emerald green eyes.⁠‍‌

“You’re​‌ Aint Armian, right?”⁠

— She’s an elf,‌​‌ Aint.

“And‌‌⁠ you are…?”

Even⁠ without Gardner’s comment,‍​ those pointed ears‍⁠​ were impossible to⁠‍‍ miss.

“Aria‍‌ Fridian. I’m from‌ the Magic Department.”​

“…Fridian.”⁠

Aria‍⁠⁠ extended her hand.‌‍⁠ Aint hesitated for⁠‍ a moment but‌‍ then shook it.‌‌‌

“Aren’t‌‍⁠ you going to​​ hate me?”

“I‌⁠‍ have no prejudice.”‍​

Valoshi​‌ shook his head.‍‍

“No​⁠ matter the reason,⁠‍​ Fridian earned her​⁠‍ right to the‌‍ golden edict legitimately.”‍‌‍

“Thanks​ for thinking that.‍ Honestly, it took‍⁠‍ a lot for‌‍⁠ me to decide​‍ to approach you.”​⁠​

Fixed⁠ stones rarely welcomed​ new ones.

That⁠‌​ was common in⁠ every society, and⁠‍‍ even the Empire’s⁠ elite were no‌​ exception.

“It‌ took effort?”

In‍⁠⁠ response to Aint’s‍​⁠ question, she nodded.‍⁠

“After​⁠ the midterms, first-years‌ will have our⁠‍ first joint class,‍​ right?”

Although⁠ rare, joint classes‌ between departments weren’t⁠​​ unheard of.

“Yeah,​ I heard about‌⁠‍ it. I think‌‍ it’s a survival‍ class, right?”

Aint‌‌ nodded. From what‌​⁠ he knew, it​‍‍ was a weeklong‌‌ survival course shared⁠⁠‌ between the Knight​‍⁠ and Magic Departments.‌⁠⁠

“In‍​‌ that class, fighting⁠‌‍ among classmates is⁠‌ prohibited. So I thought it would‍ be a good⁠​‍ idea to cooperate.”‍​⁠

Not‍ a bad idea.⁠​

— Don’t listen to⁠⁠⁠ her, Aint.

— Never trust someone‍​‌ with long ears‍​‍ lightly.

‘I’ve​ never heard that‌ one before.’

Since​⁠ there were more⁠‌‌ people around, Aint‍‌​ couldn’t refute it‍ directly. But since‍​‌ it cost nothing‍‌ to heed Gardner’s‌‌‍ warning, he improvised⁠‍ a reasonable excuse.‍‍‍

“Are‌​ you sure the‍ class will happen​​ as planned? With⁠ the monster frenzy,‍ even the exams‌⁠ were changed to‌ written ones.”

“It‍‍‍ will take place.”​‌​

The⁠ one who answered‌⁠‍ wasn’t Aria, but‌ Valoshi.

“Usually‌ it’s held in‌ the north, but​‌⁠ this time it’ll‌ be in the‌‌⁠ southern forest.”

“How‌ do you know…?”‍

Aint‌ cut himself off.‍​ Valoshi was the⁠⁠⁠ heir to the‌ Bienderk family. He‌⁠ probably had a lot of contacts‌⁠⁠ in the academy.​​

“Anyway,‌⁠ I don’t plan‌⁠ to team up‍ with some elf​ who just popped‍‌ out of nowhere.”‍

“How⁠‍ cruel! You said‌ you had no‌‍ prejudice.”

“Trusting⁠⁠‌ someone you just⁠‌⁠ met isn’t lack​‌‌ of prejudice, it’s​​​ stupidity.”

“But‌‌⁠ fighting among classmates‌ is forbidden in​⁠ that class.”

“Even‌​⁠ so…”

“Enough,​ both of you!”‍

Aint​ stopped the argument‌ between Valoshi and‍ Aria. Then he‍​​ shook his head.​

“Sorry,​‌ but I don’t‌‍ intend to team‍‍ up with anyone⁠‍⁠ for this training.”‌‌

— The southern forest?⁠⁠‌

— Doesn’t matter if‍‍​ they’re long ears⁠ or opportunists, we​‌ don’t need either,⁠ Aint.

— In the southern​ forest, there’s a spiritual herb left​‌‍ by His Majesty​​ the Previous Emperor.‍ Forget everyone else⁠⁠⁠ and let’s go​⁠ find it!

Gardner‍ Alfenparsen had shown‍‌ him a third⁠ path.

***‌​‌

“Mithril.⁠⁠‌ Mithril. Mithril.”

Fernan,⁠‌‍ who had successfully​⁠‍ secured the temporary‍​ assistant position, felt⁠ the need to‌‍‍ craft a more⁠ solid plan.

“I‌⁠ can’t let that⁠‌​ guy have even⁠‌‍ a speck of‌​ mithril.”

And‍​‌ at the same‌ time, Aint couldn’t‍ find out. If‌⁠ he snatched the‍‍ mithril that was‍⁠ supposed to be⁠‌ his, it would‌ be no different⁠ from declaring war.‌​‌

That‍ would be one⁠‍⁠ more step toward‌⁠ the worst possible‍‍​ future—ruin.

“I⁠​ need to intercept‍​ it before he‌⁠ reaches the location,‍ before he even​​‍ realizes the mithril‌‍‌ exists.”

Without‍ anyone knowing. As‍⁠ if the mithril⁠‍ had never been‍‌⁠ there.

“There⁠​⁠ are three obstacles​‌⁠ I need to⁠ overcome.”

First,‌​ don’t get caught‍⁠‌ slacking off on‍⁠⁠ assistant duties.

Second,⁠ don’t let Aint⁠‍ Armian or Gardner⁠⁠⁠ Alfenparsen find out.‌​

‘And⁠‌ third…’

Tap,⁠​​ tap. Fernan drummed⁠​ his fingers on‌​‌ the table.

“Don’t‍ get discovered by​⁠⁠ the spirit guarding⁠ the spiritual herb.”⁠​

If‍⁠ he didn’t want‌‍‌ to leave even‍ the slightest trace,‍‌ everything had to‍‍‍ be perfect. And​ perfection meant that​ even after extracting‍​‍ the mithril and​⁠​ fleeing, Aint shouldn’t⁠ even suspect it‌ in his dreams.​⁠‌

“In‌ other words, if‍‍‌ there are signs‌ of a battle‍ with the spirit,‌‍ he’ll know someone‍⁠​ intruded.”

Then‌​‍ he would inevitably​⁠​ wonder what was‌ taken while leaving‌⁠ the herb. But⁠​​ if Fernan also⁠ took the herb,⁠ it would only​‌ trigger more fury.‌

However,‍ no matter how‍​⁠ much he thought‌​ about it, he​​‍ couldn’t find a solution.

He⁠​ could prepare with⁠ artifacts, elixirs, and⁠⁠ support scrolls, but‍⁠ doing it alone‌‌ was impossible.

“…In​‌ that case.”

Damn‍ it. When the‌‌ hell is Hyde​​ going to show‌‍ up? Fernan stood⁠ up.

“Luina,​⁠‌ can you swear⁠‍ on the honor‍ of a knight⁠ to keep everything‍‌ I’m about to​ tell you secret​ for the rest​‌ of your life?”‌⁠

He⁠ had found his⁠‌‍ first collaborator Luina.‍

***‌

“No.”‌

Luina‌ didn’t take long‌⁠‍ to respond.

Though⁠‍ at first she​‌ had listened tensely‌‍ and sworn solemnly,‍ her resolve was‍ clear in her​ gaze.

“When⁠ you mentioned the​​ honor of a knight, I thought‍⁠‍ it was something‍​⁠ incredible… but it’s⁠ just about a spiritual herb?”

“Just?​​⁠ What do you⁠⁠⁠ mean just? How​⁠ can you say​​ a spiritual herb⁠ is a small‌ matter?”

Was​​​ she thinking he​​ was lying again?​

“I’ll⁠ swear on money‌ if you want.⁠​‍ This time it‌ really is a spiritual herb.”

“Whether⁠‌ it is or‍ not, do you‌‌‌ expect me to‍ skip class for‍‌ that? What are‍ you thinking?”

“What​ do you want​‌⁠ in return?”

“No‌‌‌ matter what, I’ll‍ never skip class.​⁠‍ I must become⁠ top of the‍‌ class.”

Fernan,⁠ well aware of‍‍‍ Luina’s obsession with​​‍ being first, let⁠⁠​ out a soft‍ groan.

“It’s‍⁠ a spiritual herb,​‍ Luina. Do you‍‌ know how much​​ that’s worth?”

“Even‌‌‌ if it is,​‌ it doesn’t hold​⁠ the same value‍⁠ for everyone. Everyone⁠​‍ has different priorities.”‌⁠

And​ she added,

“And‌​ to think you’re​ working as a temporary assistant just⁠ to get it…⁠⁠ I can’t even​⁠​ comprehend that.”

Fernan,‌ realizing it was​‍⁠ impossible to convince‍ her with that‍⁠ firm response, dismissed‌‌ her.

“Understood.​ You may go.”​

Having⁠​‍ her help would’ve‌‌ made things easier,‌ but it wasn’t‌⁠‍ essential.

The‍​‌ person he truly‌​ needed would arrive‍ shortly, as arranged.‍​

“You’re​ not leaving?”

Noticing‍⁠​ he wasn’t getting‍ up as usual,​ Luina tilted her‌⁠ head, puzzled.

“I⁠⁠‍ have another meeting.”​⁠

“Here?”⁠

“Yes.”⁠

“…Don’t⁠ tell me it’s⁠‌ with Professor Grad?”‍‌

“Don’t‍​ be ridiculous.”

“I⁠ don’t care what​‍ you do, but‌​​ please don’t get‍‌⁠ into trouble. If⁠ you get sanctioned,⁠‍ it’ll affect me‍⁠‌ too, since we’re​⁠‍ partners.”

“I’ll‌‌ keep that in​⁠⁠ mind.”

At‌​ that moment, a sound came from​‌ outside. Just as‌⁠‌ Luina was about‌‌​ to leave, the‍ door opened wide.​‍​

“…!”​

At⁠​ the entrance, Luina⁠ came face-to-face with‌⁠ the arriving person.‍‍

“Well,‌ you weren’t alone,‌ brother.”

“Come​ in.”

“…Brother?”‌

***‌​

Red⁠‌⁠ hair like flames‌ and bright green‌⁠ eyes. A sturdy​ build uncharacteristic of⁠ a mage and​​ a face that‍⁠ radiated kindness.

Even‌⁠⁠ Luina recognized that⁠ face.

“Jace‍‍ Vynes?”

The⁠‍⁠ Saint of the⁠⁠⁠ Cult.

The‌ top first-year student‌ in the Department​‍⁠ of Magic.

A magic genius. And‍⁠‍ many other titles‍⁠‌ accompanied him.

And⁠ from the mouth⁠ of that saint⁠ had come the‌‍ word “brother.” Directed⁠​‌ at none other⁠ than the miser‍‍ Fernan.

To​​​ her, it was​ something completely incompatible‍‍ with common sense.‌ Her mind was​‌ overwhelmed with confusion.‌⁠‍

“Is‍ it strange for⁠‌ you that I call him brother?‍ You are… Lady‌⁠‌ Luina, right?”

Although‌‌​ not on Jace’s​‍ level, Luina also‌ had a notable‌‌⁠ presence. Jace, who‌​‍ recognized her a moment later, pressed⁠⁠⁠ his palms together‍⁠‍ with a friendly‍‌ smile.

“May‌​​ the blessing of‌ mana be with​ you.”

“Ah…⁠‍‌ yes. I…”

“No​ need to press‌⁠ your palms together​​ as well. This‌ is just a customary greeting of‍ the Cult.”

Jace⁠ sat down across⁠ from Fernan.

“So,‌​​ what were you​‍ talking about?”

“Luina​‍ has nothing to‌‌​ do with it.‍ She was just‌⁠ leaving.”

But​ instead of leaving,⁠ Luina dragged a nearby chair and​‌ sat down beside⁠‍​ them.

“You’re‍‌‌ not leaving?”

“…You​ seem quite close.‌ How did you⁠ two meet?”

“Does​ it surprise you​​‍ that much?”

“Yes.​⁠ It’s only natural.”‌‌‌

“Only​‌ natural?”

“I‌​⁠ suppose you don’t​⁠⁠ know because you’re​ not a mage.‌ Would you like‌‍​ me to explain?”⁠

Jace‍⁠‍ was right.

“Listen⁠ closely, Luina. As⁠​ you know, the​ Cult of the⁠​‍ Dragon God was⁠⁠‍ originally a religion​⁠⁠ that worshipped the‌ primordial dragon who⁠ granted magic to​‍ humanity.”

Back‍ then, magic was⁠⁠⁠ a marvel and​ the primordial dragon‍ was seen almost‌ as a deity.‍

But​ now everyone knew⁠‍‍ that was no‍ longer the case.‌

Even‍⁠ so, the religion​⁠ had endured.

Because‍​​ the object of‌⁠ veneration had shifted‌‌ from the primordial‌⁠ dragon to magic​‍​ and mana themselves.​​‌

Thanks‌‍ to that, the​ Cult of the‌‍ Dragon God survived‍ and became the‌​ most powerful organization‌⁠‌ of mages, composed‍ mostly of mid-level⁠‌ and higher spellcasters.‌​

“The​ fact that the‌‌ Archmages are recognized⁠​⁠ by the pope‍ of the Cult⁠​ of the Dragon​ God says it​⁠‌ all.”

It​‌ was easy to‍‍ view the Archmages‍ as the magical‌ equivalent of the‍⁠⁠ Royal Knights. Ten​ great mages recognized⁠⁠ by the high⁠ pontiff of the​​‍ Cult.

“I‌ already knew that.‌‍ But I don’t​‌‌ see how that‍⁠‍ relates to your‍‌‍ current friendship. Did‍ you study magic⁠​ at the Cult’s⁠ main headquarters?”

“No.‍‌‍ It’s simply a matter of logic.”⁠​

Jace‌⁠​ shook his head​​‌ with a gentle‍⁠ smile.

“Mages⁠‍​ are like hippos‌⁠​ that devour money.‍ And the Cult‌‍‍ of the Dragon⁠‌ God is full‌⁠​ of those hippos.”⁠

“And‍‍ our family is‌ the one that⁠​ buys the most‌ products from the‍​​ Cult.”

“Exactly.​‍ The Pellenbergs are‌ our biggest customers.”‍

“Very‌⁠​ big customers.”

Fernan‍ and Jace spoke‍‌ in turns, shaking‌ Luina’s understanding.

“And⁠ as the old⁠​‍ saying goes, if⁠ you’ve got money,​​‌ they call you⁠‍⁠ brother.”

Therefore,⁠ there was no‍ reason why Jace⁠‌⁠ wouldn’t call Fernan​ “brother.”

“Besides,​‍‌ even in terms‍⁠⁠ of age, technically‌​‍ he’s also my‍ older brother.”

The‌‌ saint smiled.

“Do‍‍‌ you understand now?”⁠⁠

“…I​ mean…”

With‌ words, she understood.⁠‍ But in her⁠ mind, she couldn’t⁠​ process it. That‍ saint who seemed‌ so kind and‌‌‌ concerned for others‌ was saying that‍ with a smile?‍‍‍

After‍‍ quite some time‍‌ in confusion, she​‌ unconsciously let out​‌‍ her most sincere‍ thought.

“…And​ this guy is​⁠ a saint?”

Isn’t‌​⁠ he just another​⁠‌ miser number two?‌‍

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