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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 191

Chapter 191

Balrotan‌ was a county⁠‌​ located in the‌​ north of Esrin.​

It‍‌ was the third-largest‍ territory in the​‍ northern region, with⁠‍ a large population⁠⁠​ and fertile lands.‍

It​ also served as‌ a trade route​‌‍ with the northern‍​ kingdoms, so the⁠​ flow of people​‍‌ was constant.

Naturally,‍ the roads to‌ Valrotan were well⁠ maintained.

However,​ Aint’s group’s situation‍‌​ did not allow⁠ them to use‍ them.

“We‌‌ must move discreetly.‍‍​ Though I’ll try‌‍‍ to shield us‌‍‌ from Tulwin’s eyes‌ as much as⁠⁠‍ possible, there are​⁠ no absolute guarantees.⁠​ We must remain‌⁠ cautious.”

If​‌⁠ it was discovered​‍​ that Aint had​​⁠ mobilized mercenaries, the​​ third prince would⁠‌ respond accordingly.

To‍​‍ avoid falling into⁠⁠ a trap or‍​ returning empty-handed, the‌ first prince asked​‌ them to use‍‍ little-traveled mountain paths.‌​‌

“I‌⁠ know the way.⁠⁠ I’ve worked a lot as a mercenary even here⁠ in Esrin.”

And‌​​ their guide was‌‌‌ none other than‍‍‌ Roderick.

Somehow,​ the first prince⁠‌⁠ trusted him and⁠⁠ did not send‌⁠​ any other guide.‌​

‘Hypnosis?​‌‍

— It’s possible.’

Though⁠‍​ it was just‌‍‍ as likely it‍ wasn’t.

Roderick⁠ had earned fame​​⁠ in Frazia killing​ demons more than‍⁠ anyone else, even‍‍ alongside Aint.

For​ those who didn’t‍​‍ know the truth,‌⁠ thinking of him​ as a corrupt⁠​‍ was absurd.

Even​‍ Aint would never​‌‌ have suspected him​‍ if not for‌‍ Fernan.

‘I‌ feel like a pig being led‍‌ to the slaughter.’​‍‌

‘This⁠‍⁠ doesn’t look good.’⁠

Aria‌‍ and Verian whispered​⁠‌ anxiously, but they‍⁠ had no other⁠‌ choice.

If⁠‍⁠ they had planned‌​ to escape, they​‌ shouldn’t have answered​⁠⁠ the first prince’s⁠⁠ call to begin‍​⁠ with.

‘If‍‌ we’re not there,⁠ it’s obvious the‍ third prince and‍‌​ the corrupts will‍‌​ take over Esrin,‍⁠​ right?’

— Highly likely.

‘Then⁠‍ we must stop​ them at all‌‌ costs.’

That⁠‌⁠ didn’t mean Aint​ was someone who​‍​ risked his life‍​‌ without a plan.​

The⁠ letter he had​⁠ sent to Fernan,⁠‍ and the reply‌⁠ he received, were‌​ the foundation of​ his confidence.

“I’m⁠​⁠ counting on you.”​⁠

“Leave​ it to me.”⁠‍‍

In‍ response to Aint’s⁠​​ acceptance, Roderick smiled‍ maliciously.

‘I’ll⁠ guide you well.’‌⁠​

Roderick’s‍‌⁠ role had three‌‍‌ objectives.

First,‍ to lead Aint‌ into the trap.⁠

Second,‍‌ to wear him⁠​ down as much‌ as possible along⁠ the way.

And​⁠ third, to fight‌⁠ alongside him at⁠‌ the designated location.‌‍‍

Having‌​ completed the first,⁠⁠ now he had‌⁠ to move to‍⁠ the second.

‘I‌‌‍ must wear down​‌ Aint Armian as‍⁠‌ much as possible.’‍‍

After⁠ repeated failures, they‌ had learned something—no​ matter how much⁠‌‍ preparation was done,‌ it was never​⁠⁠ enough.

The‌​‍ confidence of thinking‌ “this will be‌‍ enough” only led⁠ to defeat.

Fernan​‍‌ Pellenberg’s obsessive caution‌​‌ had taught them‍ that lesson.

So,​ to face someone⁠ like that, they‍​⁠ had to become⁠ just as meticulous.‍⁠​

Even‌⁠⁠ though they had⁠ prepared a deadly‍‍ trap, that alone‍ wasn’t enough.

To​ eliminate all possibilities,⁠ they needed Aint‍⁠ to arrive tired‍⁠ and exhausted.

Fortunately,‍ the first prince​‍ himself had provided​ an excuse for‍ that exhaustion, so‍⁠​ Roderick didn’t need‌‌ to invent anything.⁠‌⁠

“The⁠⁠ road is a bit rough.”

“That’s‍ because I chose⁠ less patrolled paths;‌ it means crossing‌‌​ more mountains. If⁠ you prefer, I can find a more comfortable route.”‍​‍

“No,⁠‌‌ it’s fine. We‍⁠‌ must be thorough.”⁠⁠

‘Let’s‌​​ see how long‌‌‍ that confidence lasts.’‍⁠‍

While‍‌ feigning calm, Roderick‍ led the group‌ toward a monster‌ nest.

With​ the demonic power​‍‍ he wielded, finding⁠​⁠ them was easy.‌​

It‍ wasn’t long before‍⁠ a large tribe‌ of orcs living⁠ in the mountain⁠ noticed their prey‍⁠ and launched an‌‌ attack.

“Orcs!”⁠​

“Prepare‍ for battle!”

“They’re‌ blocking the path,‌‌‍ what do we‍‍ do?”

“Would‌​ going around take⁠‌‍ too long?”

“Yes,⁠​‍ at least twice‍‍ as long.”

“Then‌​ let’s force our‌ way through.”

The⁠​⁠ battle was tough,‌‍‍ but the orcs‍ ended up as‌ cold corpses.

Aint,‍‍‍ Aria, and Verian​ came out unscathed,​⁠ though Roderick wasn’t⁠​⁠ disappointed.

This‌‍‌ was only the​​ beginning.

Kobolds,​​⁠ gnolls, werewolves, even‌‍‍ a cockatrice, a subspecies of basilisk…‍

Monsters⁠‌ in unusual numbers‌ met them with‍‍‌ ferocity, unleashing relentless‌‌‍ battles.

“Damn​ it, why are​⁠⁠ there so many‍ monsters?!”

“Even‍‍‍ for mountain areas​⁠​ with little traffic,‌‍ isn’t this too‍⁠​ strange?”

Even​‍ Verian and Aria⁠​⁠ noticed, and in⁠‍ the end, everyone​⁠‍ was injured to​‍‍ some extent.

Roderick⁠‍ thought that the⁠​ accumulation of those​‌ injuries would take⁠ its toll.

“What’s⁠​ that?”

“Top-grade‍ potion.”

But⁠ Aint applied costly⁠‍​ top-level potions without⁠‍⁠ hesitation, even on‌ the smallest scratches.‌‍‍

One⁠⁠‍ could expect someone‌ to carry one​‌ or two as​ vital resources, but‌ he kept pulling​ out more and‌​ more without end.​

“…He’s⁠‌ got quite a few potions, huh?”​⁠‍

“I⁠‍ brought a few‍ extras.”

Roderick‌ then understood that​⁠‍ the potions wouldn’t​​⁠ run out; the​ monsters would be‌‍​ exterminated first.

‘Fernan?’⁠‌‍

No,‍ he didn’t even‌‍ need to think.​‍

‘Definitely​⁠‍ Fernan.’

That‍ overflowing dimensional bag⁠ could only have​‌‌ come from him.‌

‘He‌​‌ couldn’t come, but‍‍‌ he sure loaded​⁠ Aint with supplies.’⁠

Fine.​⁠‌ Even so, everything⁠​‍ has a limit.⁠‌⁠

Seeing‌‍ that the monsters‍ weren’t wearing him‌‌ down, Roderick changed​ plans.

The‌‌ next day, while​ passing a path‌ alongside a cliff,‍ he used his‌ power and caused⁠‍‍ the rocks to‍⁠‌ give way.

“The‍‍‍ path…!”

“It’s‌⁠ collapsing!”

Some‍​⁠ mercenaries nearly fell​ but managed to‍ hold on; however,‍⁠​ almost all the​​‍ luggage was lost​ in the fall.⁠​

“Everyone⁠ okay?”

“Yes,‍⁠​ no one fell,​ but the provisions.⁠⁠​ I’m sorry.”

With‍ the tents, food,​⁠​ and essentials lost,​‍ morale plummeted.

‘Let’s​ see if they‌‌‌ can endure now.’‍⁠

Eating‍⁠ and sleeping were⁠⁠ critical.

A bed was not⁠ the same as​‍ a tent, and‌‍ even less so​​ sleeping out in‌‍‌ the open.

In‍ a few days,‍‌ fatigue would inevitably‍ accumulate.

“It’s‌ fine. I have⁠ supplies.”

“Huh?”​⁠

“I‌​ brought food too​⁠​ in my dimensional‍ bag.”

Then​ Aint pulled out​ luxury dried meats‍ and magically frozen‍​‍ meals that looked‌ freshly cooked when‍ heated.

“Why⁠‍ didn’t you say‍‍ that earlier…?”

“I⁠ was saving them⁠‌ for emergencies. It’s​​⁠ not much.”

“…Ah.”⁠

But​ from that “little”‍ he kept pulling​⁠ out astonishing amounts.⁠

‘What‌ the hell? Did⁠⁠⁠ he bring an‍ entire restaurant?’

Had⁠​ he already foreseen​ this situation?

Knowing⁠⁠⁠ Fernan, obsessive as⁠‍‌ he was, it‍⁠​ was possible.

But​​ the worst was‍​ yet to come.‌‍

“…What’s‌ this?”

“A‍ spare tent, just⁠ in case.”

“That‌⁠ fits in your‍‌ bag?”

“They‍ say it’s top-notch.”‍​

The‍​​ tent was more​⁠ comfortable than the‌ previous one and⁠⁠ even had the​⁠ emblem of the⁠‌ Golden Turtle engraved,‌​‌ which made Roderick‌​‌ boil with rage.‌​‌

‘Fernan,⁠​​ damn bastard!’

Potions,​ food, and now​ a luxury tent.‍⁠​ What’s next, a whole house?

And⁠⁠‍ to top it⁠ off, the tent​‌‌ had enchantments that​⁠ eased fatigue during‍​ sleep.

Roderick‍ had no choice‍ but to abandon‍ his plans.

‘All‌ that’s left is​​ to hope Daniel​‌ set the trap⁠ well.’

At​​ last, after stretching‍⁠‌ the journey as⁠‍ much as possible,‌ three days later​ they arrived at​​‍ their destination.

***​

Most⁠⁠ of Balrotan County⁠‌ was plains crossed‍​ by good roads,⁠ but the northeast‍⁠ was different.

At‍‍‍ the far northeastern​‌ edge stretched the‌ foothills of the‌​​ Great Befalecio Mountain‌‍⁠ Range, plagued with⁠​​ monsters, and thus​​‍ considered a forbidden‌‍ zone by the⁠‍‌ county’s inhabitants.

It‌​ was there that‍ a group set⁠⁠‍ foot—Aint and his⁠‍⁠ companions, along with⁠ Roderick and the‌​ mercenary company of‍‍⁠ the Blue Wolves.⁠​

“This‌​ place definitely looks⁠ made for monsters‍ or demonic creatures.”‍

The‍​ dense forest barely​​ let any light​ through. In that‌‌ gloomy atmosphere, Aria‍​‍ clicked her tongue.‍

“Shhh.”‍⁠‌

Roderick,⁠ who was leading⁠‌‍ the way, stopped.‌⁠

“Do⁠ you see that⁠ cave?”

“We​ see it.”

“That’s‍⁠ the site described⁠​​ in the request.‌​‌ Do you sense​‌‌ the demonic magic?”⁠​⁠

“…A​‍ little.”

A faint flow of⁠​‌ magic emanated from‌ inside the cave.‍ It wasn’t much,⁠ but its mere⁠ presence was unnatural.⁠‌

“What‍ do we do?”‍

“Go​‌​ in and hunt‍‌‍ the corrupt.”

They‌ had come to​‌ capture them, so‌‌ that’s what they‍‌​ would do.

At‍‍ Aint’s calm response,‍ Roderick could barely‌⁠⁠ hold back a laugh.

“We’ll‌⁠ check if there’s‌‌ anything nearby first.”⁠⁠‌

“I’ll‌‌ leave it to‌ you.”

The⁠ mercenaries inspected the⁠⁠ surroundings, but found​ nothing outside the‌‌⁠ cave.

That‌‌‌ only made everything​⁠​ even more suspicious.‍

“Let’s⁠ go in.”

Even‌ so, Aint moved​‌​ forward without much⁠⁠⁠ hesitation.

‘He’s‍ blinded by the​⁠ thought of the⁠ corrupt and the⁠ creatures. Heh.’

Roderick‌ had no reason⁠​‌ to object.

Darkness‌​‌ greeted them. Though⁠ the entrance seemed‍‌⁠ small, the interior‌​⁠ was spacious.

The‌⁠ passage was wide⁠ enough for ten​‌‌ people to walk‌‌ side by side.‍⁠‍

“So‌ quiet.”

“I‌‍‍ feel it too.​​‌ It’s definitely demonic‍ magic.”

“It’s‌ always repulsive.”

Aria‌‍​ and Verian whispered.⁠​

And⁠‌⁠ as if to‌⁠​ contradict their words,‍⁠ just as the​ light from the​ entrance vanished, multiple‍‍ presences began to‍​ be felt.

“This​‍ is…”

“They’re​‌ demonic creatures.”

A chilling magic, feral⁠⁠ breaths. Nothing human.​​‌

Eyes⁠⁠ gleamed in the‍ darkness.

Everyone‍‌⁠ went on alert.​‌ The mercenaries swallowed⁠ hard, tense.

“Sir⁠​ Aint, looks like​ there are a lot of them.”​​‍

“Yes,‍‍‌ at a glance‍ there are dozens.”​⁠

Dozens‌⁠⁠ of black-furred quadruped‌ beasts, and among‌ them, massive monsters​ shaped like bears.‌‌⁠

— They’re Tradens and​ Urs. Rank 7 and 5 respectively.​‍‍

— Tradens hunt in‌ coordinated packs.

Aint‍ reviewed the information​​ Gardner whispered to‍ him.

“I’ll⁠ go up front.⁠ Let’s advance and‍‌ eliminate them calmly.”‌

“Yes,​‍ understood.”

Roderick​ nodded.

At‌ that moment—

Groooaar!‌‍‌

The⁠​‍ creatures let out‌‌​ a roar and⁠⁠ charged violently.

─!⁠

One​⁠​ of the huge​⁠ claws of an⁠⁠​ Urs struck Aint.‍​ He raised his‍​⁠ sword and blocked⁠​‍ it, though the​‍​ force was crushing.⁠‍

Right​​ after, a sword‍‍ that should’ve been​‍​ directed at the‍​ monsters forgot its‌ purpose.

The‌⁠⁠ blade veered and‌ aimed straight for⁠ Aint’s exposed back.​​‍

────!‌​

“…What…?”⁠‌

Roderick‍‌ blinked, stunned.

It​​ was the perfect‌‍ opportunity—Aint trusted him,⁠‍⁠ had his back‌‍ turned while fighting⁠‍‍ monsters, and was‌ completely defenseless.

The‌ strike had been⁠ a flawless surprise‌‍ attack.

So‍ why was it‌‌ blocked?

It‍⁠ wasn’t Aint’s sword,‌‌ nor Aria’s or‍​ Verian’s.

It‌ was a thin​⁠‌ barrier—a magic shield.‌‌

Only​‍‌ then did Roderick​​ notice the glow‍ of the necklace‍ on Aint’s neck.‌‍‌

“…An​ artifact?”

“Senior⁠⁠ Fernan gave it‍​ to me.”

Aint‌ parried the Urs’s‌‍ claw and spun‍‍ around. A flash‍‌ of light cut‌⁠ through the monster​​ in a single‌ slash.

His⁠‌ face remained calm,‌ as if he⁠ had foreseen it.‌

“How​‌ is that possible?‌‍ A simple artifact​‌ barrier blocking my‍​ attack…?”

“It’s‌‌⁠ top quality. He‍‌‌ said it could‌⁠ withstand almost any⁠ hit.”

The​‍ price was that‌ it only worked‍​ once, but that‌‌ was enough.

Aint‍ tore off the‍‍ now-spent necklace and‌‌ threw it to‌‌ the ground.

Aria​ and Verian immediately‍​ moved to his‍ back, covering each‌⁠ other.

“I​‌​ was wondering when​ you’d try a surprise attack. Finally‍⁠ showing your true‍‌‌ face.”

“What…?⁠ You knew I was corrupt?”

“Yes.‍⁠ We knew.”

“Since‍‌ when?”

“From‌​ the beginning, of​​​ course. You were⁠​ always dancing in⁠ the palm of​⁠ our hands.”

Aria⁠‌‌ looked at him​ with mockery.

“Wasn’t​‍‌ it Fernan who‌ found out?”

“Verian,‌ please, have a little intuition.”

“…From‌ the start?”

As⁠‍⁠ they spoke, Aint‍‌ added,

“But​‍‌ that doesn’t matter,‌ does it? After⁠⁠‍ all, you’ll be​​‌ dead soon.”

“…How‍​ dare you mock​⁠⁠ me?”

“If⁠​‍ I were you,‌ I’d use that​​ time to run​​​ with my tail‍‌ between my legs.”⁠

Aint’s‌‌‍ sword shone with‌​ even more intense‍​ aura, lighting up‍​⁠ the darkness.

The⁠⁠ monsters howled in​‍ pain just from​‌‌ sensing it.

“…Fine,‌‌⁠ fine. That damned‍⁠​ Fernan, with his⁠​ sick paranoia, saved‌ you… But don’t‍‍⁠ think this is‍‌ over.”

The‍‍ fact that you’ll‍‌⁠ die here today​​‌ won’t change.

─!⁠

Roderick​ struck the ground⁠​⁠ hard.

Rumble—⁠

The‌⁠​ ground opened beneath⁠‌ their feet. The​‍ abyss’s darkness tried​‍ to swallow Aint⁠ and the others.⁠

“Hehehe…”‌‍‌

But​​⁠ his laughter froze‌‍‌ instantly.

“…What​ the hell is‍​ that?”

Aint,‌ Aria, and Verian‍‌‌ were falling, yes—but​‌ was that even⁠ falling?

More⁠‌ like they were‌ gliding gently, like​​⁠ birds.

Their‌ bracelets glowed with⁠ a faint radiance.​‍‍

“What⁠​​ did he say?‌⁠ They’re enchanted with‌‍ gliding and flight​‌​ magic. As you⁠ can guess, senior‍⁠⁠ Fernan gave them​ to us too.”⁠‍

Aint⁠‌ smiled.

“So⁠⁠⁠ far, everything he⁠‍⁠ predicted has come‍ true.”

“Is‌​‌ there more? I’m‌‌‍ curious how far​⁠​ he’ll be right.”‍⁠‌

“Is‌​ Fernan a god?⁠‌ He said the‌​ corrupt always try‍ to collapse the⁠‌‍ ground, and he‌‌​ was right again.”​

“He’s⁠⁠‍ simply a smart⁠‍ man who knows​‍ how to foresee.”‌⁠

The‌⁠⁠ calm banter and‌‍ mocking broke something‍ in Roderick’s mind.⁠​

“Damn​ insects, mocking me!”​⁠⁠

He​‍​ too jumped into‍ the abyss, unleashing‌⁠ a torrent of‌ demonic magic aimed‌‍‌ at Aint, Aria,​‍‌ and Verian.

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