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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 190

Chapter 190

Upon‍⁠⁠ discovering the demonic‍ energy, Aint was‍​ certain the corrupted⁠‍‍ were present.

“For‍‌‌ now, stay here.⁠ Ask for anything​ you need.”

“Thank‌​ you, Your Highness.”‍​‌

“I’m⁠ the one who‍​‌ should thank you‌ for coming.”

Thus,​‍ they decided to​ remain for a while at the⁠ first prince’s secondary‍‌ villa until they⁠ could obtain new⁠⁠ leads.

“But‌​‌ wasn’t the first​ prince’s position supposed‍‌​ to be firm​‌‌ in Esrin? It‌‍ doesn’t seem like‍‌ that at all.”‍⁠‍

The⁠ villa was so‌‍‍ well hidden deep‍ in the mountains⁠‌ that it was‌⁠ hard to detect⁠‍ at a glance.‌ Its purpose was​‍‌ likely to serve‌⁠ as a place‍‌ to escape prying⁠⁠​ eyes.

If​ the first prince’s‍⁠ power base were​⁠ truly solid, would‌ he have needed‍ to hide like​ this?

“Ah,‍​ before coming, Senior‌⁠ Fernan explained something​‍ to me.”

Aria‌ looked at him‍‌‍ immediately.

“And​‍‍ why only to‌‌⁠ you?”

“Well,‌⁠​ because it’s obvious‍​‌ you’re not trustworthy.”‍

“Shut‍ your mouth, Verian,‍ before the wrath​ of the spirits​ falls upon you.”​‌‌

Aint‍‍⁠ smiled and continued.‍

“It’s‍‌​ true that the‌​ first prince, Lord‍​ Ferant, has more⁠‍ support from the‌ nobles than the‍ other two princes.”​

But⁠‌⁠ he added that⁠​⁠ that wasn’t everything.⁠

“The⁠ current king favors‍​​ the third prince⁠​‌ too much, his‌‌ son by the​‍ second concubine. That’s​​ what’s caused all‍⁠‍ this chaos.”

The⁠ root problem was‌‌ the king.

He‌‌⁠ loved his second‍ concubine—whom he took‌‌ after the queen—more,‌‍⁠ and that affection‌ transferred completely to​ the third prince.​⁠

He⁠ had never declared⁠ it openly. But‍⁠ the difference in‌ how he treated‌ the other princes‍⁠ versus the third,‌‌ and the fact⁠⁠ that he kept⁠‍⁠ delaying the official​ proclamation of the⁠‍ heir despite the⁠‌ first prince being‌⁠‌ well-established and the⁠ king being over⁠‍‌ eighty years old,​​​ were clear signs.‌⁠

Since‌⁠​ that was the‍​ king’s will, some⁠‍⁠ nobles who had‍⁠ once sworn the‌⁠ first prince would​​ ascend gradually began‍​ switching to the‌‌⁠ third prince’s side.‌​

In​​​ the midst of​​ this, the second‌​‍ prince had also​​‌ expanded his influence,⁠​ and right in​​​ that state, the‍ king had fallen‍‌​ ill.

“A⁠ total disaster. So,‍​‍ what’s the plan?‍​ Did the senior‍​ ask us to‌‌⁠ do anything else?”‌‌

“No,‌​ he just told​​‌ us to be‍ careful with the‌​ situation and to‍⁠ eliminate the corrupted.”‍

Ah,‌⁠ there was one‍ more thing.

“He‍ also said neither‍⁠​ the second nor‌ the third prince‍‍⁠ should become king.”‍‍⁠

“…So‌ he’s asking us‍ to get involved‌ in Esrin’s royal​‍ succession?”

Had‌ he gone insane?‌⁠

Verian​ thought Fernan had‍‍‍ finally become so​ obsessed with money⁠​‌ he’d lost his​ mind.

“Really?‍⁠‌ That’s what he‍​‌ said?” asked Aria.​​‍

Aint‍ shook his head.‍

“No,​​ what he meant​ was we have​​ to make sure⁠⁠​ to catch the⁠‌‍ corrupted. As long‍‌‍ as they exist,⁠‌‍ the second or⁠​‌ third prince wouldn’t​ stand a chance.”⁠‌

“If​​ the senior said‍‌ so, then that’s​ how it is.”‌

Seek‍ out the corrupted‌⁠‌ and eliminate them.⁠ In the end,​‌ it all circled⁠‍‌ back to the​ same starting point.‌‌

“The​ problem is where​ to find them.​‍⁠ Didn’t he say‌ we shouldn’t move‌‍ around too much?”‌‍

“Let’s‍‍⁠ wait a bit.‌​ Until His Highness​‍ Ferant returns.”

Fortunately,⁠ they didn’t have‌ to wait long.‌‍

***​

A few days passed‌​​ since their arrival​ in Esrin.

Aint,⁠ Aria, and Verian‌​‌ entered a bustling⁠ tavern.

“So⁠‌‌ this is the⁠ place?”

“Yes.”⁠

“But‌ it’s closed.”

Aria​⁠‍ pointed to the‌ “Close” sign hanging​ on the door.‍⁠​

“They’re⁠ pretending it’s closed.⁠​‍ I can sense‍ many people inside.”⁠

Aint‌‌‍ remembered what the‌‌ first prince had​ told him.

“We‌‌⁠ discovered monsters in‌⁠‌ a cave in​​ Balrotan, along with‍⁠ human corpses.”

The‍ Balrotan region belonged⁠ to Count Setton​⁠‌ Balrotan, a noble⁠ who supported the‍ third prince.

“Of⁠‌⁠ the five we⁠ sent, four died.​⁠ The only survivor​ barely escaped the​‍ hands of the‍‍⁠ corrupted. Here, look⁠ at this recording​ orb.”

The​‍​ orb clearly showed​ monsters and corrupted.‍​ The darkness of​‌⁠ the cave prevented​ seeing everything, but⁠ even at a glance, there were‍⁠​ dozens.

Who‌⁠ knew how many‌‍‍ more were hidden‌‍ in those depths.​⁠

“Go​‍ there, eliminate the⁠⁠​ monsters, and capture​ the corrupted.”

“I‌‌ can’t assign you​‍⁠ royal knights or​‌​ troops. They’d notice.”‌

But​ the prince didn’t​⁠ intend to send​ them without support.⁠⁠

“Instead,​⁠‍ I’ve hired a reliable group of⁠‍ mercenaries. They’re discreet⁠⁠‍ and have proven⁠ effective against the​ corrupted.”

“Who‍​ are they?”

“You’ll‌‍‍ see. If I told you beforehand,‌ it wouldn’t be⁠​⁠ any fun.”

Aint‍ thanked him, understanding‍​‍ that this was​​⁠ the best alternative​⁠‌ he could offer.​⁠‌

The‍‍ meeting point was‍⁠⁠ in a northern‍⁠‌ village about 50‌ km from the⁠​‌ capital, at a tavern in Burgan.‌⁠

Aint‍⁠⁠ opened the door⁠⁠ and entered.

Just⁠​​ as expected, inside⁠‌‍ were numerous men⁠ occupying tables, all‌ exuding the fierce⁠⁠‍ presence typical of‍‌ mercenaries.

Their‍ gazes turned to​​⁠ him, and Aint‌⁠ observed them calmly.‍‍‍

Then—‌

“Roderick?”⁠⁠‍

“Aint?”​

“…Don’t‌ tell me the​⁠ one they hired‌‍ was you?”

“And‍​‍ the ‘ally’ they‌‍ mentioned was you,‌ Aint?”

Their‍​⁠ eyes locked.

“……”⁠

A chill ran down⁠ Aint’s spine.

— Aint, this…

Roderick‍‌ was a corrupted.‌‍‍ And now that‌‍‌ very corrupted was⁠‌ offering to accompany​‌⁠ them to hunt​ others.

What⁠‌ did this mean?‍‌‌

— It’s a trap.‍​

A blatant trap. They‍ believed Aint didn’t‌ know Roderick’s true⁠ identity.

‘Did​​ the first prince‌‌ set us up?’‍​‌

Just‍‍ thinking it made‍ him shiver.

— We can’t rule⁠⁠‍ it out, but⁠⁠⁠ it’s unlikely. At‍‍⁠ least on the‍‌‌ surface, that guy’s‍⁠⁠ a highly competent​​‌ mercenary.

The‍⁠‍ Red Wolves mercenary‍⁠ group had a great reputation across‌ the continent and‌ had even fought​ alongside Aint in‍‌ Frazia against the⁠​⁠ corrupted.

‘Is‍​⁠ this what he​‍‌ meant by “effective⁠ against the corrupted”?’⁠

— From the perspective‌‌‍ of someone who​⁠ doesn’t know the​⁠ truth, yes.

“I​​ heard we’re going‌‍‌ after the corrupted.‌‌​ It’s an honor​​​ to fight by‍‍ your side again,‌ Aint.”

Roderick‍⁠ smiled and extended‍ his hand. Aint,‌ doing his best​ to keep a calm face, shook⁠‍ it.

“Likewise.‍⁠‍ I’m counting on⁠ you.”

“The‍⁠⁠ corrupted are a plague that has‍​‍ no place in‌ this world. I’ll⁠⁠‍ do my best.”​

“That’s⁠​ reassuring.”

“With⁠ comrades like you,‍‍ I feel much‌ more confident. I look forward to‌‍ working together.”

“Same⁠​‍ here.”

Aria​ and Verian also‍⁠‍ greeted him, though​⁠ as their eyes‌​ met, the three‍ of them shared⁠ the same thought:‍​​

‘How‌⁠‍ are we going⁠​‌ to handle this?‍‌​ This is a death trap!’

They⁠‍⁠ too knew Roderick‍‌⁠ was a corrupted.‌‍​

“Is​‍ something wrong?”

“No,‌‍​ nothing. But how⁠‍⁠ much do you‍‌‍ know about the​‍‌ mission? What information​ were you given​‍​ exactly?”

“They​‌‍ told me we’d⁠​‌ hear the details​ together with my‍ men…”

“At​⁠ least tell me​ what you know.”‌‌

Aint‍⁠ smiled naturally as‌​ he took a seat.

***‌

“This‍‌ is a trap.⁠‌‍ If we keep​‌ going like this,⁠ we’re all going‌‌ to end up⁠‍⁠ dead.”

Going‍ out to hunt‍‍‌ corrupted with a corrupted at your​‌⁠ side was no‌‌‌ different than jumping‌ into a fire⁠ with a bundle⁠​ of straw.

Verian​‌ had no intention‌⁠ of dying.

“I​‍‌ agree, Aint. We​ can’t do it.‍‌ Even if the​‌‌ senior said so,⁠‌ we can’t. We⁠‍ have to tell‌​​ the truth to​⁠ the first prince‍ and ask for‌⁠ reinforcements.”

Aria’s‍ words were the‍​ most reasonable.

But‍ Aint couldn’t accept‍ it so easily.⁠ He clearly remembered​ Fernan’s warning.

— Even I think⁠ Fernan was right.​⁠⁠ If we pretend‌​ we don’t know‍​ the truth and‌‍‌ wait for the​⁠‍ right moment, we‌ can catch them‌‌ all at once.‌‍

And​‍ somehow, now felt‍​ like that moment.‌

Were⁠ the corrupted fools?‌‌‌ If they had​‌ set a trap,‌⁠ they must have‌​​ considered Aint’s strength.⁠‌ Surely they had⁠ prepared a large‍‍⁠ number of monsters​ and corrupted together.‍

If⁠⁠ they managed to‌ turn things around,‍​‌ the result would‍ be a major‌⁠ victory.

‘But‍​ the chances of‌⁠ us dying are‍​ much higher.’

It‍‌ was almost certain.​

Aint⁠‍⁠ knew his power⁠ was like a natural poison to​ the corrupted, but‍ it wasn’t absolute.⁠‍

— What if we‍ send a letter‍‍ to Fernan and​​ buy time?

— He said himself​‌ that if there⁠⁠ were any problems,‌ we could use‌ the trading company‍⁠ to send him​‌⁠ messages.

— If he finds‌ out, he’ll come‍‍ running like a dog with its‍‍ tail on fire.​ He’s been waiting‍ for an opportunity‌‌‍ like this.

‘That‍‌⁠ would be the‌‍​ best option.’

He⁠ couldn’t think of​‍⁠ anything more viable.​‍

“Aria,⁠ can you sneak⁠‌​ out at night‌ without being noticed?”⁠‌⁠

“I⁠‍ could… but why?”‍‍‍

“Because⁠​‍ they’re right, we‍⁠‌ can’t go on⁠ like this. I want to ask‍​ Senior Fernan for‍ help.”

“In‌ that case, count⁠‍⁠ on me.”

And​‌‍ so a few​ days passed.

***‍

Bang!‌

Roderick​ slammed his beer‍‌​ mug on the​‍‌ table. The impact​​⁠ made the wood​ tremble, and food​ fell to the‍‍‍ floor.

He⁠​ was in a terrible mood.

“…How’s‍ his finger?”

At​‍ his growl, one‍⁠ of the mercenaries​ responded with a trembling voice.

“…It⁠‍⁠ still hurts, he‌⁠ asked for one‌ more day of‌​⁠ rest…”

“Aint​ Armian, damn bastard!”⁠

At‍⁠ first, they’d said‍​​ they’d rest two​‌ days to recover​ from the journey.​‌​

That​‌‍ didn’t bother Roderick.⁠⁠ Everything was already​‌ prepared, and two​ extra days just⁠​⁠ gave him time⁠​​ to fine-tune it⁠‍⁠ all.

But‌ on the morning‍‌​ they were supposed‌​ to depart, Aint‌‍​ Armian broke Verian⁠​‌ Kalburdern’s arm during‍⁠‍ a training session.‌​‍

“Sorry.⁠ We’ll have to​‍ delay a bit​​​ longer.”

“It’s⁠​ fine. With a broken arm, it‍ makes sense. We’ll​​ call a healing‍ mage.”

Although⁠ a healer immediately‌​ mended the bone,‍​⁠ Verian kept complaining⁠‌​ of lingering effects,‌ and in the⁠ end, they stayed​‌‍ another week.

By​‌‌ then, even Daniel⁠ had begun pressuring⁠ him.

“I’m​‍ a noble of‌​ the Empire. I can’t stay in‌‌‌ a foreign country​​ on the brink​⁠ of civil war‍‌ without a reason!​ What the hell‌⁠ is going on​ with Aint Armian?​ How hard is‌‍ it to bring⁠​⁠ him in?”

But​ there was nothing⁠ he could do.‌‌

Even⁠​ though logic dictated‌‌ they should quickly​‍ take out the‌ corrupted, they kept⁠‍‌ using injuries as⁠ an excuse to​​​ delay.

And​⁠ when Verian was‍​ finally healed, Aint‌‍​ showed up claiming​ he’d broken a finger.

Who​ was supposed to‍ believe that?

‘Could⁠​ he be suspicious?’​​‌

No,​ impossible.

Aint⁠ couldn’t know he‍ was corrupted. Much​ less that this‌ was a trap.​

‘He‍‍‌ came on the⁠‍ first prince’s orders.‍‌ If he suspected‌​‍ anything, he wouldn’t‌⁠ have agreed to‌‌ come.’

So‌ was it just‌‌ coincidence?

He‍ had seen Aint⁠⁠⁠ and Verian training​⁠ seriously at dawn,‌ throwing swords and​ aura like a real battle.

An‌⁠ injury was entirely‍⁠ possible.

‘But​‌‌ right now?’

Still,‍⁠ there were too⁠ many suspicious things.​ It looked like‍⁠⁠ they were deliberately⁠ stalling for time.⁠

At‍‍ that moment, the​ shadow at his⁠ feet stirred.

“Speak.”​‌‍

“Urgent⁠‍⁠ news, sir. Viscount⁠​​ Lorencios is dead.”‌⁠‍

“…Fernan‍⁠⁠ Pellenberg and the‌‌ crown prince of‍​‌ Alprosen?”

“Both​‍ are alive…”

“Damn‍‍​ it!”

He‍ had feared that‍​ outcome, and the‌⁠​ worst had been‍ confirmed.

He‍⁠ couldn’t let it‍ go. This time,‍‍⁠ he had to​‍‌ take out Aint‍ Armian. The anxiety‍ was eating him⁠ alive.

“Lord​‌​ Daniel orders you​ to bring him​‌‌ immediately. He says‌‍⁠ there’s no time…”‌​

“I‌‌ know already! Tell‌‍⁠ him I’ll be‍‍‍ ready, to prepare‍​‌ everything. Now go.”⁠​

“Yes,‍⁠ sir!”

The⁠ shadow vanished.

“If‌⁠ he delays again,‌​ I’ll drag him‌ along by force‌ if I have‍​​ to…”

There⁠‌‌ was no turning‌ back now.

But,‍​‍ to his relief—‍‍

“Let’s‍ depart already. We‍‍‍ can’t keep wasting‌ time. The corrupted‍‌ must be eliminated‍​ as soon as‍ possible.”

Aint​‍‍ made no more‌⁠‍ excuses.

‘Now‌ he says that?’‍

The‍ words almost made‍ Roderick boil with‌ rage, but it⁠‍​ didn’t matter.

They​ would finally get⁠ moving.

‘Yes,⁠‌​ enjoy it while‍‍ you can. This⁠ will be the‍‍‍ last time you‍⁠ see this world.’‍‌

The‍ time to satisfy​ his murderous instinct‌​ was drawing ever‌‌​ closer.

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