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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 195

Chapter 195

Everything‌‍⁠ was lost.

The‌‍ appearance of the​⁠ Royal Knight had⁠‍ ruined everything.

Roderick⁠‌ went over how‍⁠ they had ended‍ up in this‍‌ situation.

‘Fernan‌‌‌ Pellenberg.’

Yes,‍⁠ it was all‍​⁠ that guy’s fault.​‌

‘Wasn’t‌⁠‍ he under hypnosis?’⁠⁠‌

There‍‍‌ was no way​‌ Daniel had lied,​‍ and he also​​ couldn’t have been​ mistaken about believing‌​​ he was under‍‌ hypnosis without actually‌ being so.

Then,‍‍‌ had he really​⁠ been under control⁠​ and managed to⁠ break free?

‘How​‍ the hell did‌ he do it?’⁠‌

He‌‌ knew that holy‌ water created by‌​​ the Dragon God‍⁠‍ Cult could break‍⁠ hypnosis.

But‌‍ that required the⁠ victim to be⁠‌ aware they were⁠⁠ under control—an impossible​‍ thing.

If⁠⁠‌ someone didn’t even⁠​ know they were⁠‍ hypnotized, how could‌ they use holy‌‍​ water?

“Tch…!”⁠‌‍

His⁠‍‍ thoughts were abruptly⁠‌ cut off when‍‍ a blade grazed‍ his cheek. A chill ran down‌ his spine.

“…Damn​‌​ it!”

This‍ was no time‌‌⁠ to be distracted⁠‌⁠ by speculation. His‌⁠ opponent was someone‍​ against whom, unless​‌ he used his​ full strength, there‍⁠ was no guarantee​‍ of survival.

Luina​‍⁠ Bercheff.

One⁠‍ of the culprits,‌‍‍ along with Fernan,⁠ who had ruined‍ his plans.

“Fine…”⁠‌​

He⁠⁠‍ growled under his‌​ breath as he‌⁠ gripped his spear⁠‍ tighter.

Behind‍⁠‍ him, explosions resounded‍ nonstop, and with‍ each one, the‌ vitality of the‌ monsters diminished. The​​ situation was unfavorable,‌‌ and at any‍‌⁠ moment, the Royal⁠ Knight could strike‌⁠ him from behind.​‍‌

But‌⁠⁠ at the same​‍‍ time, that was‍‍‌ an opportunity.

“Do​‌​ you really think‌⁠‌ you can beat⁠ me without Aint⁠‌ Armian, you brat?”‍

The​ cursed light of‍ Armian was far⁠ away.

The⁠​‍ Royal Knight was‍‍ also not within⁠‌ immediate reach.

In‍‌​ front of him‍ were only Luina‍​ Bercheff, Rob Kaelin,​⁠ Fernan Pellenberg, and⁠‍ a couple of‍⁠ guards.

He​⁠​ and Daniel could​‍‍ take down those⁠⁠ four. Even if‍‌ their plan had‍⁠ changed and that‍‍​ weakened them a bit, there was​​ still a real‍ chance.

“Even⁠‍​ if I fail‍‌‌ in Esrin, if​⁠ I take you‌⁠‍ all down, it’ll​​ still be a good deal!”

“You’re​ dreaming. The one‌ who will die​⁠‌ here is you.”‍

Luina’s⁠ blue eyes never‌‍‍ left him. The⁠‌ tip of her​⁠ sword had him‍‌ cornered, as if⁠ it covered every‍⁠⁠ possible angle.

─!‌‌​

He‍‍ deflected a slash‍ aimed at his⁠ legs with his‍‌​ spear. He stepped​ into the broken‌ guard and swept‍‍ the air violently.⁠⁠​

Clang,‍ clang, clang!

Three​‍ clashes in the⁠‍ blink of an⁠⁠⁠ eye.

Roderick‌​​ inhaled deeply and‌ wrapped his body⁠ in dark magic,‌​‍ hurling himself like‌ a war chariot‍ into the storm​ of slashes.

The‍​​ steel dulled against‌⁠‍ his body hardened​​‍ by mana. Taking​ advantage of the​‍ gap he forcefully‍​‌ created, he thrust​‌ his spear.

────!⁠⁠

The‍ shockwave separated them.‌‍‌ Luina stepped back‌‌ a few paces.‌​ Roderick didn’t hesitate‌‌ and went after​⁠‍ her.

But‌ what he thought‍‌‍ was an opening‌‌‌ was not.

“…!”‌‍⁠

Dark​​ magic and aura⁠​‌ clashed, devouring each⁠​‌ other. However, instead​​⁠ of prevailing, the‍‍‍ blue aura overwhelmed​ his.

The​ counterattack made him‍‌​ retreat hastily, but⁠​ now it was​⁠ Luina who was‍‍ pressing the attack.⁠

─!‍​

──!⁠⁠

Roderick⁠​⁠ twisted his body‌‌ urgently, interposing the‌‌ spear, blocking as⁠ best he could,​‌‍ but each impact‌⁠⁠ smothered him with‍ its growing force.‍‍

Slash!​‍

A clean cut opened⁠ the back of​‍ his hand.

The‍‍‌ searing pain of⁠ feeling his skin‌‍‍ split through his‌⁠ defensive magic made⁠ him scream.

She‍⁠⁠ was like a lioness: fast, agile,‌‌​ fierce, and skilled.⁠

For⁠ the first time,‍​​ Roderick imagined defeat.⁠⁠

“How​​ can a mere‍​⁠ Academy student…?!”

He‌‍​ knew Luina Bercheff‌‌‌ was strong. She​‍ had won the⁠‌⁠ jousting tournament and‌ had already surpassed​ the limits of‍‌⁠ any student.

Even⁠ so, he was​ convinced he could​ defeat her.

As‍‌ long as Aint​‍⁠ Armian and his⁠‍ cursed light weren’t‍ there, there was‍ no reason to‌⁠‌ lose.

There​⁠ shouldn’t have been.⁠⁠‍

“…This​⁠⁠ is impossible!”

She​‍⁠ didn’t respond to‌ his desperate cry,‍​ instead answered by⁠​ plunging her sword‌​ into his side.⁠‍‌

The​ pain snapped him‌ back to reality.⁠​‍

He⁠​ could deny it‍​‍ all he wanted,​ but reality didn’t​ change if this⁠‌ kept up, he‌ would die.

At​ the hands of‌‌ Luina Bercheff.

‘Me?⁠​⁠ Here? To these​⁠ people?’

It‍‍‌ couldn’t be!

He​ gathered all his⁠​⁠ dark magic into‍⁠ the spear and⁠⁠ hurled it with‌‍‌ all his strength.⁠​​

────!⁠

Luina‍ couldn’t take it‍ head-on. She deflected‍⁠⁠ the blow with⁠‌ her sword and‌⁠‍ retreated several dozen​‌ steps.

In⁠‍​ that brief opening,​ Roderick drew another⁠ spear and, with⁠​ his other hand,⁠‌ opened a book‌‌⁠ he always carried​ as a “memento​​ of his mother.”​‍

“This⁠ world doesn’t move‌‍‍ with the sword⁠‌​ alone…”

At‍‍​ that instant, something‍ struck the book​​‍ from below and​ sent it flying​‌⁠ through the air.⁠

“…!”‌

The‌⁠ book floated, and​ when he looked​‍ up, Roderick met​ the gaze of‍‍ the intruder.

“…A⁠⁠ golem?”

Kyuu!⁠

The‍‍ small golem smiled‌‍​ mischievously and caught⁠⁠ the book in⁠‌⁠ the air. Upon​‌​ landing, it grew​⁠ from just a few centimeters to‍ over thirty, and‍⁠ charged straight toward‌‍‍ Fernan.

“…”‌

Roderick⁠ could only stare,‍ stunned.

“That‌⁠ golem can change‌‌‍ size…? Does it…‌ have consciousness?”

By‍​ the time he‍ reacted, it was‌‍ too late—he had‍⁠‍ lost the book.⁠

“M-My‍⁠⁠ book…!”

But⁠​‌ it was useless​‍ now.

“Well‍⁠ done, Wooden.”

— Kyuu!

The⁠​‍ book was already⁠ in Fernan’s hands.‍⁠

“Just‌ as I remembered.​‍ Until it was⁠ used, it emitted⁠‍‍ no magic and‌⁠ appeared blank. Fascinating.”​​⁠

“You‌‍⁠ bastard! That’s mine,‍​ give it back!”​‌‍

He‍‌ tried to lunge,⁠ but Luina stepped⁠⁠ in his way.‍⁠⁠

“Do‍​⁠ you think we’d​‍‍ give it back‌‌ just because you‍‌ asked?”

Fernan​ closed the book‍ and tried to‍‍ store it in​‌‌ his subspace.

However,‌ a strange crunching‌⁠‍ noise stopped him.⁠

“…It‍ won’t enter subspace.”​​⁠

Not‌ unusual. Some objects‌ with enormous magical‌ charge couldn’t be⁠⁠ stored. The same​⁠‌ happened with magic⁠ stones made from‌ Rosalia.

“Worth‍⁠ studying further.”

He⁠‌ looked up at⁠​‌ Roderick.

“Luina.”‌​‌

“Yes.”‌‌

Fernan⁠‌ smiled coldly.

“You⁠‍⁠ can kill him.‌⁠ Even if we‌ capture and torture‌⁠ him, he won’t​‌‌ tell us anything.”​

He‍‍ was no longer‌‌​ of any use.⁠‌

“Who⁠​‍ the hell gets‌ to decide whether⁠‌⁠ I live or‌‍‌ die?”

“Then​​ I’ll do it‌ without hesitation.”

Luina‍⁠‍ adjusted her breathing.‍⁠‌

“…!”⁠

The‍⁠ air changed suddenly,‌ and Roderick felt‍⁠​ it in his‍‍​ bones.

His⁠‌ instincts screamed that​⁠⁠ the difference between‌⁠ them was insurmountable.​⁠‌

Until⁠ now, she had‍‌⁠ only been toying‌​ with him.

“Damn‌ it…!”

─!⁠​‍

─!‍

──!​

In​ just three clashes,‌ the spear flew⁠‌‌ from his shattered‍​ hands.

“Th-this​​​ is impossible…!”

Not​⁠‌ even if his‌‍‌ plan hadn’t failed⁠‍⁠ could he have‌ won without the‍⁠⁠ book.

Luina‍​ raised her sword⁠ and plunged it‌ into his chest.‍

────!​​

The​​ blade pierced armor,​​‍ skin, bone, and⁠​ heart.

“Ghhhk…!”‌

The​⁠​ pain rendered him‌ speechless.

‘Is‍ this… how I end?’

He‍⁠‌ searched for Daniel​ with his eyes.‍​​ Maybe he was‍‍ still holding on,‍ maybe he could‌​ help.

But‍ no.

Daniel‌​ was barely hanging‌‍ on, on the‍​⁠ verge of collapse.‍

‘Damn‍‌ it…’

Roderick⁠‍⁠ understood that this‍‍ place was his⁠‌‍ grave.

‘At⁠​‌ least I’ll take​⁠ him with me…’‌​

He⁠‌‌ gathered the last⁠​ of his magic‌‌ in his heart,‍​⁠ clutching the sword​ embedded in his​ chest.

But.⁠⁠

“…!”⁠

Luina‌‌ let go of‌⁠ the sword without‌⁠ hesitation and kicked‌⁠ him, sending him⁠ rolling across the‌‌ ground.

“Well‍ done, Luina.”

Fernan‌‌ looked at him‌⁠ with disdain.

“All‍ corrupts end the⁠​‌ same way. Pathetic,‌⁠ easy to finish.”‍‌

He‍‍⁠ wanted to scream​ no, but his⁠‌⁠ magic was already‍‌ out of control.⁠​

His‌​‌ body exploded.

And‌​ still, he failed‌ to injure anyone.​

***⁠

Fernan​⁠⁠ flipped through the​ book again and​‌⁠ again. But the​ blank pages never⁠‍‌ suddenly filled.

“Just⁠​‍ as I thought,‌ there’s nothing written.”‍‌‌

“Exactly.‌⁠ That’s why it’s‌​ proof that it’s⁠⁠ the book.”

Both⁠‍ Fernan and Hyde⁠‌ had reviewed it‍ when Count Daniel​‌‍ put them under‍‌‍ hypnosis. That it‍‍‌ was blank was⁠ precisely what confirmed⁠ its authenticity.

“Is‍ that the book‍⁠⁠ we must obtain⁠ at all costs?”‍⁠

Luina,‌​ who picked up​ the hilt of⁠ her sword shattered‌‍⁠ into dozens of‍‍‌ pieces by the⁠‌​ explosion, asked.

“It⁠⁠‌ is.”

“But⁠ it’s empty.”

“However,‍ you saw how‍ the dark magic‍‍ overflowed a moment‌‍‌ ago.”

“I‍​‍ saw it. It’s⁠ curious… anyway, I’ll⁠⁠‌ have to get‌‍​ another sword.”

“I’ll‍‌ make you one.”‌⁠

“There’s⁠⁠ no need. I can’t always rely​ on your help…”⁠

“What⁠‍‍ if it’s a sword mixed with⁠⁠ adamantite?”

“Then‌​​ I’d be grateful.‍​⁠ Someday I’ll repay‍​ that debt.”

A craftsman always desires‍ better tools, and‌⁠ the more distinguished⁠ a knight, the⁠⁠ more they crave‌‌‍ a superior sword‍‌ and armor.

Luina‌⁠​ couldn’t reject the‍​‌ temptation of wielding​⁠ a weapon forged‍‍​ with the hardest‍​‌ metal in the​ world.

At​ that moment—

──!‍

The‍⁠⁠ magic shield shattered.⁠⁠

A huge gash opened‍‍ in Count Daniel’s‍‌​ chest, and he‌​ went rolling across‌⁠‍ the ground.

Rob​⁠⁠ crushed him against‍‌⁠ the floor with⁠⁠⁠ his foot.

“He’s‌‍⁠ down, Senior.”

“Too​‌ easy. He got​‍ distracted by you⁠ and the others​ and didn’t react.”‍

Just​‍⁠ as he said,⁠‍ Count Daniel’s eyes⁠‌ weren’t on Rob​ Kaelin, but on⁠‍⁠ Fernan.

“That​ book isn’t yours…!”‌​

The‌ count spat blood‌​ as he screamed.⁠​‌

“Hand‍ it over right‌⁠‌ now! If you‌​ don’t want to⁠‍ die!”

“What⁠‍ a terrifying threat,​‍ traitor. But tell​‍‍ me.”

Fernan‍⁠⁠ looked at him‌ with mockery.

“In​​ that state, what⁠⁠ do you think‌⁠ you can do‍‌⁠ even if you‌‌ want it? Could‌ you defeat Rob​‍ and reach me?”⁠

Get​‌ past Luina and‌⁠ Hyde? And assume‌ he would just​⁠‌ sit there and‍ wait to be‍​ killed?

The​ count gnashed his​ teeth.

“Fernan⁠ Pellenberg…!”

“Yes,‌ I’m Fernan Pellenberg.⁠ The human who‌​ hates the corrupts‍​ the most.”

“Do​​ you know how​​‌ much we’ve lost⁠​ in our great⁠‍⁠ work because of​⁠⁠ you?”

“And⁠‌ am I supposed⁠​‌ to pity you?”​

Fernan‌‌‌ let out a disbelieving chuckle.

“Spoken​‌⁠ by the one​ who least should.​⁠‍ I still remember‍​​ how you tried​ to destroy me‌‌⁠ with slander and⁠ ruin me.”

He⁠‍‍ withheld the rest.‌ He shouldn’t talk‌ about the prophecy​ book in front​‌‍ of those who⁠ didn’t know it.‌

“You’ll⁠⁠ regret this… In‌⁠⁠ the end, this​ world will belong​​​ to the demons!”‍

“That‌ will never happen.”‌​‍

He‍⁠‍ would never allow​ such an atrocious‍​⁠ world to come,⁠ where even money‍ lost its meaning.⁠​

“Bastard!”‍​⁠

The‌‌​ count suddenly spat⁠​​ something.

It⁠​​ was a poison‌ concentrated with dark‌​​ magic, but Hyde‍‍ intercepted it instantly.‌⁠​

“A‍ pathetic final attempt,‍‍⁠ sir.”

Rob‍⁠ raised his sword​​​ and cut off‌​ the corrupt’s head.​​​

There‌​‍ was no suicide⁠‍ explosion.

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