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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 193

Chapter 193

…What⁠ the hell did‍‍​ that vermin just​ say?

The​ third prince of⁠ Esrin, who had‍⁠‌ never in his‍ life heard such‍‍‍ insults, was at⁠‌⁠ a loss for‍⁠ words.

“How⁠⁠⁠ dare you speak⁠‌⁠ such insolence to​‌⁠ His Highness…!”

“Do‍‍‌ you want to‌‌⁠ die?!”

The⁠‍ furious voices of⁠​‌ the knights rang​ out, but they‍ barely registered with⁠ him.

‘That‍ I should know‌​‍ my place? That‌ Esrin doesn’t compare‌⁠‍ to Pellenberg?’

Impossible.​‍ Esrin, while perhaps​⁠‌ not comparable to‌⁠ the Empire, was​ undoubtedly one of⁠ the continent’s great​ powers.

A mere duchy couldn’t​​ even dream of⁠‌‌ rivaling it.

The‍‍⁠ prince squinted, trying‌⁠​ to think calmly.⁠‍⁠

‘That​​​ Esrin’s support is​ worthless?’

Fine,‍ that he could‍ accept. For an‌​ Elector Prince of⁠ the Empire like​⁠ Armian, support from‌‌​ an equal would‍⁠⁠ always outweigh that⁠‍‌ of a foreign‌‍⁠ nation.

But​‌ that wasn’t because‍ Esrin was weak—it‍​​ was simply due‍‌ to differing circumstances.‌

In​⁠ that, Fernan’s words‌ held merit.

But​ the next part​ did not.

‘A‍‍‍ mere merchant family‌‍‌ compared to Esrin’s​‌ standing army?’

No‍ matter how many‌‍​ mercenaries Pellenberg hired,‌ they were still⁠​⁠ just mercenaries.

Esrin,⁠ on the other​​⁠ hand, maintained a permanent army of‌‌​ fifty thousand—a true‍ military power.

In‍‍⁠ both quality and‌ quantity, the gap⁠‌​ with Pellenberg’s mercenaries‍​ was immense.

‘Though⁠ sending them into​​ the Empire would‍ be another issue.’⁠​

That⁠‌​ was the real⁠‌‌ problem.

Imperials‍ might fight each⁠ other over whims,‌ but when facing⁠ foreign invasion, they‌ always united.

Sending⁠​⁠ regular troops into‌​‌ the Empire would⁠‌‌ be seen as​‍⁠ a declaration of‍​ war. And hiring⁠‍‍ tens of thousands⁠‌‌ of mercenaries for​‌ someone else’s conflict?‍​​ Pure madness.

Plus,‌ after a civil​‍‌ war, the cost‌‌ of rebuilding the‌ kingdom would be‍‍‌ enormous.

‘Fine.‍​‍ I’ll concede that‍ point too.’

In‍⁠⁠ the end, Fernan⁠‍ was right about⁠ that as well.‌

It​​‌ hurt to admit⁠ it, but he‌​ had to.

However,‌ on the third⁠ matter, he was‍⁠​ certain.

‘…Pellenberg’s​ wealth.”

There⁠​⁠ was no room‌ for debate. Not​‍ only the greatest‍⁠ on the continent,​‍‍ but in the‌ world.

It​​ was joked that⁠ selling the Pellenbergs⁠​‍ could buy the‍⁠‌ entire continent.

‘…Damn⁠​​ it.’

Tulwin‌‌​ clenched his lips.‍‍​

What⁠‍ infuriated him wasn’t⁠⁠ just the insults—it⁠‍‍ was the fact‌‌‌ that he couldn’t‍ refute a single‌​ one because they‍‌‌ were true.

‘I‍​ swear I’ll ascend⁠​ the throne and⁠⁠​ make Esrin a great power…’

He‌‌‍ would turn Esrin​‌⁠ into an empire.‍‍​ And then he’d‍‌‌ exterminate that arrogant⁠​ House Pellenberg.

That​‌​ his eyes landed​​ on Fernan Pellenberg‌ in that moment⁠‍ was no coincidence.⁠‍‍

‘Yes,‍‌ the Pellenbergs are⁠‍​ a great lineage.’‍‍

So‍​​ what?

Did‍‌ that power and‌​⁠ wealth serve him​​⁠ here, right now?‌‌

No.‌ Definitely not.

Tulwin’s‍⁠⁠ eyes glinted with‍ madness.

Perhaps‍​ he was witnessing​‌ a historic moment—the‌​ fall of the‍​​ “gold of the‍ Empire,” House Pellenberg,​‌

and​​‌ the rise of⁠​ Esrin.

“…You’re​‍ right. Compared to‍ Pellenberg, Esrin is​⁠ much more limited.”‌‍

He​‌‍ spat the words‍​‍ as if chewing‌ poison, staring at‍​⁠ Fernan with absolute​ hatred.

‘Fernan‌‌ Pellenberg… you’ll die‍‍⁠ today.’

Today,‍ he would fulfill⁠​​ his purpose.

***‍‌

“So⁠‌ he stayed silent​​‍ because he was​‍⁠ mulling it over.‍ I see he’s​ finally accepted it‌ as truth.”

That​‌‍ unexpected admission, combined‌‌ with those eyes⁠‍‌ full of bloodlust,‍​⁠ made Fernan’s smile‍​‍ twist slightly.

“At⁠‌ least I’m glad‍ you’ve finally recognized‍⁠ your place.”

“But​‌​ tell me, so‍​⁠ what?”

“Excuse​‍ me?”

“That⁠ your arrogance made‌ you commit a blunder.”

Pff,⁠ pff—Tulwin Esrin let‍ out a short‍​ laugh.

“No⁠‌ matter how grand⁠‌ the Pellenbergs may‍​ be, what can⁠​ they do here⁠​‌ and now? If‍‌⁠ you die here,⁠‌‍ what will become‌​ of your house?”‌​

He‌ didn’t expect Fernan⁠⁠ to tremble in​‌⁠ fear or apologize.‍ He just wanted‍‍‍ him to lower‌⁠ his head a little and acknowledge⁠ the difference.

But—‍⁠‍

“After⁠ hearing that, I now understand why​​‍ Esrin will always‍⁠ be beneath Pellenberg.”‌‍​

The‌‍‌ response was even‌⁠‍ more insulting.

“…What​ did you say?”‍⁠

“With‍⁠ such short-sighted thinking‌‍ and poor judgment,​⁠‍ of course you‌​‍ can’t progress. I suppose that’s why‌​ you turned to⁠​ the foolish decision‌ of allying with‍‍ the corrupt.”

“What?”​​

“Did‍​‌ you really think‌ I came unprepared?”‌⁠

“How‍⁠ did you listen‍‍‌ to what I just said? There⁠ are only six‌ of you in‍‌ total!”

This‍‍ wasn’t the Empire—it​⁠​ was Esrin. Fernan‌⁠ couldn’t have brought‍​​ his elites or⁠⁠ a mercenary army.‍

If‌‍ he had, Tulwin​ would have known.⁠‍‍

“And​‍⁠ did it not​‌ occur to you⁠‍​ that the first‌ prince might be​⁠ helping us stay​‍​ hidden from your​⁠‍ view?”

“No.‌ There are countless‌ demonic creatures in⁠​ this area. If‌‌‍ there were another‍‌ force here, it‍ would have already‍ been discovered.”

And​⁠‌ that was true.​‌ The creatures hadn’t⁠​‍ detected anyone other⁠⁠ than Fernan’s group.⁠​

“Am‍‍ I wrong?”

“No,‌‌‌ Your Highness. You’re​​ right.”

Fernan‌‍⁠ clapped softly, as⁠ if admiring the​​ deduction.

“I‍​‌ must confess my​‍‌ admiration for Your​‍ Highness’s insight.”

The​​‌ mocking tone twisted​ the prince’s expression.⁠‍‍

“There’s‍ no point in​ bluffing.”

“Bluffing?‌‍⁠ No, I didn’t⁠⁠‌ bring Pellenberg’s elites​⁠​ or hire mercenaries‌‍​ either, as Your‍‌ Highness correctly stated.”‍​‍

But‌ there’s one detail.‌

“We⁠⁠ are not just⁠ six, Your Highness.​‌ We are no‍‌ less than six.”⁠

No,‌‌ I was wrong.⁠ Fernan corrected himself.‌

“To​ be exact, it’s‍‍​ no less than​ one.”

“…One?”⁠⁠⁠

“Shall⁠ I tell you‌⁠ a little story?”⁠​​

Fernan‌ continued without waiting​‌​ for a reply.‌‌​

“Perhaps‌ the corrupt already‍​‌ told you. Not⁠‍ long ago, I traveled to Alprosen‍‌‌ and exterminated another​​ of them.”

He​ risked his life‌‌‍ in that battle,‌‍ saving none other​​⁠ than the crown​​‍ prince of Alprosen.​‍

“The‌​ crown prince, unlike‌ you, understands honor‍‌ and gratitude. As‌ payment for saving‌​ his life, he⁠​ promised me much.​ Do you know⁠‌ what I asked⁠⁠ in return?”

“And​⁠ why should I care?”

“Oh,⁠‌ you should.”

Fernan‍‍​ took a step⁠⁠ back.

“Because‍ it’s something that⁠‌⁠ will help you⁠ understand your place.”‌‍​

One⁠‍​ of the hooded‍‌‍ figures stepped forward.‌‌

“That⁠​ payment will show⁠ you in person.”⁠​⁠

“…What?”‍​

The‍​‌ cloak slowly fell.‍

“Treating‌‍ a person as‌ payment? You’re definitely​‍ a Pellenberg to​⁠ the bone.”

The‌ voice was old,⁠‍ marked by experience.‍

“…That​ face… C-Can it⁠‌ be?!”

“…You​ are…?”

The‌‌‍ expressions of the​‍ prince’s knights hardened‌ as they recognized⁠​ him. One after​ another, they all‍ identified him.

Even‍​ the corrupt and‍‌ Tulwin himself paled‍​‌ upon realization.

“Heh…‌ I haven’t shown‌‌ myself in public‌ in some time.​⁠‌ It’s an honor​ that the prince⁠⁠ of Esrin still‌ remembers this old‍‍ man.”

“H-How‌‌ are you here?”⁠‌⁠

“Didn’t⁠ young master Fernan‍⁠ already say? This​⁠⁠ is the payment‌ for saving the​‍⁠ crown prince’s life.”​‍⁠

The⁠ old man took⁠ another step forward.‌ Without exerting any⁠ pressure, the knights⁠‌ and the prince​ instinctively stepped back.‌‌​

“And​⁠ since those corrupt⁠ vermin tried to​​​ kill the crown​ prince, I also​‌ have a personal‌ score to settle.”​‍

“…A‌⁠​ knight of Alprosen⁠⁠‍ infiltrating Esrin and‍ raising your sword‍‌‍ to a prince!​‌ Even you will⁠​​ have to answer​ for this!”

“Prince?​‍‍ No. I only‍​​ cut down the‌​ corrupt. And no‌‍ one will reproach​‌‍ me for it.”​‌

More⁠‍ than anything because—‍

Swoosh—‌‌‌

The​ old man drew⁠‍ his sword.

“I​ just accompanied my​‍ grandson to visit⁠‍ some friends from‍‌​ the Academy. Old‍‍‍ age leaves too‍⁠‍ much free time,​⁠⁠ you see?”

“You⁠​ expect us to‍ believe such a ridiculous excuse?!”

The‍⁠ prince shrieked in‍ desperation, but the‌‌ old man’s gaze‌⁠⁠ was no longer⁠‌⁠ on him.

It‌‍ had settled on‍⁠‌ the two corrupt⁠‌ ones flanking him.​

“The⁠​‌ rank 66 demon,⁠ Kimaris, right? The‍‍⁠ same one Albinos‌‍ and Garrett barely​ managed to defeat‌ together.”

The⁠ old man took‌‍⁠ a stance.

“I​​‌ may not be‌ equal to the‍​ two of them‌ combined, but…”

He​⁠‌ slashed with a simple movement.

A cold wind blew.‍

A second later—

─────!⁠‍

A sword gust split​​‍ the air. Five​ nearby demonic creatures‌ were cleaved in​ two without even​⁠‍ managing to scream.‌⁠

“At‍ the very least,‌⁠​ unless you summon⁠ a demon of⁠ that level, you⁠ won’t be able‌ to stop me.”​

The​ First Knight of⁠⁠ Alprosen was beginning​ to unleash his‍⁠ true power.

***‌‌‌

“…This‍​‍ is absurd!”

Count⁠⁠ Daniel let out​ a scream.

It​ made no sense.‌‍ Two rank-1 Rahnas​‍⁠ and, on top⁠​ of that, the​​⁠ elite forces commanded‌‌⁠ by the third‌⁠‍ prince.

They‌⁠ had prepared the‌ perfect trap to‌‍‍ catch Aint and​‍⁠ were waiting for‌‍ the right moment,‌‍⁠ but suddenly Fernan⁠⁠​ appeared.

Up​‍ to that point,‍‍ it was still‌‍​ comprehensible. But then‍​ a Royal Knight​ appeared too.

If​‌ it had only‌⁠ been a Royal‍​‌ Knight, he might‌ have still managed,‌‌⁠ even if he‌‌ had to burn​ all his books​‌‍ and sacrifice everything.​

If,‌ on the other‍ hand, the Royal​​‌ Knight hadn’t shown​ up, he also‍‌⁠ might’ve had a chance.

What​ should never have​​ happened was Aint‍⁠​ and a Royal‌​‌ Knight existing on‌‍‍ the same battlefield.‌⁠ And that was‌‌ exactly what had‌​ occurred.

“Fernan​ Pellenberg! Fernan Pellenberg!⁠​‌ How did you‌⁠​ break the hypnosis?!”‌‌

More​‌ than how he​​ had broken the⁠ enchantment, what he​ wanted was to⁠‌‌ rip that detestable​ face off, shred‍ it, and feed⁠ it to the‍⁠ hounds of hell.‌‍

But​⁠ he couldn’t. Before‌⁠​ thinking about killing‍ Fernan, he had‌ to worry about⁠‌‌ his own survival.⁠

When‌‍‍ the Royal Knight⁠‍ moved, Count Daniel‌ screamed in desperation.​

“Stop‍ him! Stop that​⁠ crazy old man!”​​

──!‍‍

The⁠ two Rahnas rushed⁠ forward. Three swords‌‌‌ clashed, and demonic‌​​ magic and aura‌ mixed, unleashing a shockwave.

Just‌​ from that exchange,​ Count Daniel understood​‍ even more clearly⁠‌​ that there was‌ no hope.

“We‌‌ have to run.”‌‍

Amid‍ the chaos, Roderick‍‍ approached him and⁠ whispered.

“I⁠ think the same.”​​

“With​⁠‌ these monsters, even‌‌ with Aint Armian​ and a Royal​ Knight here, we’ll​‍‌ have time to​⁠ escape.”

“And‍‍ the third prince?”‍⁠​

“If⁠ we leave him‍ behind, our chances‍‌‍ of survival go‍ up.”

Now⁠​‌ that the third⁠⁠ prince had been‌ exposed for making⁠ a pact with⁠‌ the corrupt, he’d⁠⁠​ fight with everything‍ he had. That‌‍ would buy Daniel​ and Roderick some‍‌ time.

Nodding⁠​ briefly, the two​‌ began to retreat​ quietly, hiding their‌​⁠ presence as much‍⁠ as possible.

They‌‌ managed to reach‌ the cave’s exit‍‍ without anyone noticing‌ their absence.

No‌‍‌ one, except one.⁠⁠

“How​⁠ rude, my dear⁠⁠ Count. After so‌⁠⁠ long without seeing‍ each other, you‍​‌ leave without saying⁠ goodbye?”

They⁠​⁠ didn’t know how⁠ or when, but⁠​ Fernan Pellenberg was‍‌ already waiting for⁠‌ them at the​ exit, blocking the‌​‍ path.

“…Fernan⁠ Pellenberg.”

“Seems​ like you’ve changed‍‍⁠ a bit. Perhaps‍‍ now that you’ve‌ been exposed as⁠​ corrupt, you think‍ courtesy is no‍‌​ longer necessary?”

“So‍ the hypnosis…?”

“I‌ broke it. A while ago.”

Fernan⁠​ clicked his tongue​ in feigned disappointment.‌

His‌ original plan had​‍‍ been to keep‍‍ pretending, infiltrate the⁠​‍ corrupt more deeply,​‍‍ and extract vital‍‍ information from them.‌

‘No‌ helping it.’

Everything‌ has its priorities.‍

Playing⁠ spy was useful,⁠‌⁠ but letting Aint​‌‍ die would’ve been​⁠​ sheer folly.

That​‌ would be putting‍‍‌ the means above‌ the end.

“How‌ did you…?”

“Do‌‌‌ I really have‌‌ to explain it‍​‍ to you? Though⁠ I must admit‍ I’m surprised, Count.⁠ You must be⁠‌ quite busy with‌​ your distilleries, and‍‍‌ yet you still‌ find time to‍ meddle in another‌‌​ country’s civil war.‍‍ Knowing that, if⁠⁠ discovered, it wouldn’t‍ be a simple​ matter to resolve.”​‍​

A foreign count involved⁠ in another kingdom’s⁠‌ succession wasn’t just‍‍ simple interference.

No​ country would tolerate‌‍ it; it would‌ be grounds for‌ condemnation across the‌ continent.

“After‍⁠ thinking it over,‍‌ there are only​ three possibilities.”

Tap,⁠‌​ tap— Fernan drummed⁠‌ his fingers on⁠​ his thigh.

“Either‍‌​ you were confident⁠ you could crown‌‍⁠ the third prince​‍ as king of‌​ Esrin. Or, you​​‍ believed that even‍​‌ if you failed,‌ you wouldn’t be​‌ discovered. Or, the‌‌ third option…”

He‌‌‍ paused briefly.

“…You‌ wanted to be⁠⁠ discovered.”

“I⁠ don’t know what⁠‍ you’re talking about.”‍​‌

“Don’t‌‌​ you find it‌ an interesting picture?‌⁠⁠ An imperial noble​ interfering in another​⁠‌ kingdom’s civil war.⁠⁠‌ And then the⁠‌ criticism raining down​‍ from all other⁠‌ nations.”

No​ kingdom would dare⁠⁠ declare war on‍⁠ the Empire, that​⁠‌ colossal force.

Maybe⁠​‌ the entire continental⁠ coalition together could‌‌ attempt it, but​‌⁠ who would risk‍⁠ their nation’s existence​‍‍ over Esrin?

Even​ so, they wouldn’t‌‍ sit idly by.‍‌

Foreign‍ relations would fracture,‍ the Empire would‌ be diplomatically isolated,⁠ and when the‌‍ demons made their‍ move in earnest,‍ it would be​‍ a massive obstacle⁠ to forming an​‍‌ alliance led by​‍⁠ Armian.

“Isn’t‌ that right?”

“No.”‌

“Oh,‌⁠ but it will‍‍ be. Because you’ll‍‌ die here today.”⁠‍

“How​ dare you…!”

Well,‍⁠‍ though he didn’t‍⁠ plan to kill‌‍ them immediately.

Fernan‍ struck the ground‍​ with his staff.‌

“Leave‍‍ here all the‌⁠‌ information on the⁠‍‍ corrupt and demons.”‍​⁠

A steel wall rose​⁠ up, completely sealing⁠ the exit.

“And‍ march.”

To‌ the underworld.

“Luina,‍‍ I leave them​‍ to you. Senior,⁠ the same to⁠⁠ you.”

Fernan‌⁠​ stepped back. Two⁠‍⁠ of the hooded‍‍​ figures beside him‌‌ let their cloaks​‌ fall.

“With​⁠ pleasure.”

Luina‌‌ Bercheff drew her⁠ sword.

“It’ll‌‌⁠ be my pleasure.‌ I’ve never fought⁠⁠‍ against the corrupt‌ before. Did you‌‌ really try to⁠⁠⁠ assassinate the crown⁠ prince?”

The​‌ Royal Knight’s grandson,​​ Rob Kaelin, showed​​‍ his teeth in⁠‌ a feral grin.⁠

“Perfect.”‌​

Roderick​⁠​ growled, gripping his‌ weapon.

“I’ll​⁠‍ kill them all​‌ and get out‌​​ of here!”

He‌⁠​ thrust his spear.⁠⁠‍ Luina’s sword met​⁠​ it.

───!‌

At⁠⁠ the same time,‍ Rob Kaelin launched‌‌ a surprise attack​ on Count Daniel.⁠⁠

The⁠​‍ battle had begun.​‌

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