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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 197

Chapter 197

They‍ captured the third⁠ prince, killed all⁠​‍ the corrupt ones,‌‍‌ and finally obtained‍ the book.

Hakon⁠ Kaelin and his‌⁠‌ grandson, Rob Kaelin,​⁠‌ having fulfilled their‍⁠⁠ purpose, returned immediately​⁠​ to Alprosen.

“Then,‍⁠ I’ll take my‍​​ leave.”

“Thank⁠ you. Your help‌‍ was invaluable.”

“And‍ I thank you‌‌ again for saving‍‌ the crown prince.”‍​

“I‌ only did what‍‌ I had to.”‌​

“Including‌⁠⁠ accepting the reward‌‌⁠ you deserved?”

“I⁠‌‍ don’t deny it.”‍‍‍

No‌ matter how much​ he used the​ excuse of accompanying‍ a friend of⁠ his grandson, for⁠⁠‍ a Royal Knight‍ to travel to​⁠⁠ another kingdom could‍‍ become quite a serious diplomatic issue.​‌

“Luina,⁠​ Aint. Come to‌‍ Alprosen sometime. I’ll⁠⁠⁠ show you what⁠ knights are really​ like over there.​ Ah, and you⁠ too, Fernan.”

“Yes,‌ if the opportunity⁠⁠‌ arises, I’d be⁠​ glad to go.”⁠‌

“Me‍ too.”

“Alright.”⁠‌⁠

Thus,⁠ Hakon Kaelin and⁠‌ Rob Kaelin departed.‍‍

“Then,‍ all that’s left‌‌ is to bring‍‍⁠ the third prince​​​ before His Highness​​ the first prince,‍​ right?”

“No,⁠‍​ wait, Aint.”

If⁠​ one saw it‍ simply, yes. But⁠ the world didn’t⁠‍ work with such​‌ simplicity.

“They​ say the Esrin‌​‍ mountains are beautiful.⁠ How about we‌⁠‍ take the time‌⁠⁠ to calmly admire‌⁠‍ the scenery?”

“…Huh?”​​

The​‍​ unexpected suggestion made⁠‍ everyone frown. The‍ mission was over‍‌ and, being school‌ season, the logical‍ thing was to‌⁠ return quickly.

“After‍⁠​ all, it was‍ a rare trip.‌‌‍ Everything’s done, we’re⁠‌ at peace, and‌⁠​ honestly, even if​ we return a bit late, nothing⁠ serious will happen.”‍⁠‍

The‌ rector would cover‌ for them anyway.​

“Fighting‌ corrupt ones and​ demons is exhausting,‌‍‌ and it always‍‌‌ feels like we’re⁠⁠ being chased. Precisely​‌‌ for that reason,‌‌‍ it’s good to​‍ take a breather.‌‌ Let’s rest a few days before‌‍ heading back.”

“Sounds​‌ perfect to me!‌​ Listening to boring⁠⁠​ lectures at the‌ Academy doesn’t compare;⁠‍‍ this is a hundred times better.⁠​​ And we already‍‍​ worked hard enough,⁠​ didn’t we?”

Aria‌‍ smiled broadly as‍‌ she agreed.

“I​ don’t see anything‍ wrong with it​⁠ either.”

“I⁠‌ don’t mind…”

“Do​‍‌ I even have​ a choice?”

Luina‍‌ simply nodded without‌‍‍ thinking much, and​‌ neither Gismond nor‌⁠​ Verian could oppose‍ Fernan’s words.

— Not a bad⁠ idea. Besides, it’ll⁠ help organize what​ we learned from‍⁠‌ the recent revelations.‌

“If‌⁠​ everyone agrees…”

When‍‌⁠ even Gardner said⁠ that, Aint ended‍​ up agreeing. Thus,​‍ they went deeper⁠⁠⁠ into the mountains.⁠⁠​

Outwardly,‌ it was still‍ said that they‌ were searching for‌‍ corrupt ones and⁠ fighting alongside the​ third prince.

In⁠ an uninhabited and‍⁠‌ hard-to-find place, they⁠ set up the‍‍ first tent and​ locked the prince​‍ inside.

“It’s​ made like a portable cell. Without‌⁠⁠ the key, he⁠⁠ can’t get out.”​‌

“…You⁠‍‍ guys have everything.”⁠⁠​

“Everyone​⁠ choose the tent‌ you like and​ set it up.”‍

Fernan,‌⁠ meanwhile, tossed his‌‌ tent to the‌​ side and sat⁠​⁠ on a rock⁠‌ to admire the‌⁠‌ scenery. Hyde was⁠ setting it up​‌‌ for him.

Then,‍⁠‌ Luina approached.

“What‍⁠⁠ are you plotting?”‌‍

“Plotting?⁠ Nothing.”

“You‌⁠‍ don’t waste time​‌ in a forest⁠​‌ without a reason.”‌

“Maybe.”‌

“No,‍ impossible.”

With​​​ that confident expression,‍‌ Fernan let out​‍ a slight laugh.​⁠‍ Luina already knew‌‍ him too well.‍‌

“And​​ your tent?”

“Already‍​ done.”

“That​​ fast?”

“In‌‍ Bercheff we’ve set​⁠ up many. These​ are luxury ones,⁠‌ much easier.”

“Of‌‍​ course, they’re made​ so even a novice can set‌‍​ them up.”

“You’re⁠ not going to​⁠ tell me what​‌‌ you’re after?”

Fernan‍‌‍ gently tapped his​ thigh with his​ fingers.

“To​​‍ sell provisions.”

“…What?”‌⁠

“The‍‍‌ first, second, and​ third princes are​​​ gathering nobles and⁠ troops. That means⁠ they’re consuming enormous​ amounts of food‍ and war supplies.”⁠⁠

And‍​‌ several of them⁠ had already placed‍ orders with the​⁠‍ Golden Turtle Company.​

It‍⁠‌ was natural; no​​ other could handle‌ such volume immediately.‌​‌

“But‌​ if it’s revealed​​‌ that the third⁠ prince allied with​‍ the corrupt and⁠‌ was captured by⁠​⁠ the first, the‍ civil war will‍ vanish instantly.”

With‌‍ that, the struggle‍ for the throne⁠ would stop being‍‍ a legitimate dispute⁠‍‍ and become an‌⁠ act of treason.⁠‌​ The fire of​‌⁠ war would be‌⁠⁠ snuffed out in‍ an instant.

The‍‌‍ second prince existed,‍‌ yes, but had‌‌ less support than⁠ the third, so‍⁠ he couldn’t do⁠​ anything alone.

“…So​‌⁠ you want to⁠​‍ prolong the tension‍ to keep selling‌ supplies.”

“In​​​ summary, yes.”

“I​ see. Got it.”‍

Her‍⁠ calm acceptance surprised⁠ even Fernan.

“You’re‍ not going to​⁠ scold me?”

“Should⁠ I?”

“If⁠‌​ you were the⁠‌​ Luina I met‍ at the beginning,​​​ yes.”

He⁠⁠​ thought that, as​​ a knight who‍​ respected honor, she‌⁠ wouldn’t tolerate profiting​ by provoking instability​‍‌ in a kingdom.‍

“Maybe‍ I would’ve before.”​

She‍‍ said it nonchalantly.⁠‍‌

“But‌ you saved Esrin.”​⁠

And⁠‍⁠ it was true.​

If⁠ not for Fernan,⁠ Aint, Aria, and‌ Verian would’ve died.⁠‌‌

The​‍ corrupt would have⁠⁠​ achieved their goal‌​ and devoured the‍​ kingdom.

Although​‌ most in Esrin​​ didn’t know it,‌ in truth, they⁠ owed their salvation⁠⁠‍ to Fernan.

“Everyone⁠‍‍ has different priorities.​​​ And you’re a merchant.”

A merchant sells what‍ he has and⁠‍​ charges what’s fair.‍

Fernan‌ had sold “the‍ salvation of a kingdom,” and now⁠⁠‌ it was time⁠⁠ to collect.

“If‍ not for you,⁠⁠‌ all of Esrin‍⁠⁠ would’ve been ravaged.⁠‍ Now the only‌​ thing that’ll happen⁠‍ is they’ll buy⁠​‌ a lot of⁠ supplies. And at‌‌‌ a fair price.⁠⁠ That’s not bad.”‌‍

“I​⁠‌ raised the prices⁠‍‍ a bit.”

It​‌‌ was natural; there’s​‌ always “war profit.”​

“Even⁠ so, it’s better‌ to lose money​⁠ than lose blood‌‍ and money at​‍ the same time.⁠ In fact, it’s​ not even a loss, it’s just‍⁠ an exchange.”

“Hooh,‍‌ interesting.”

Fernan​‌ tapped his knee‌⁠‌ faster and faster,⁠‍ his piercing gaze⁠‍ fixed on her.⁠

“And​⁠ your true opinion?”⁠

“What⁠‌‌ I said is‌​‍ what I think.”‍

“Luina,‍​‍ they say when​ someone changes too‍⁠ fast, they die.‌‍⁠ And it’s not⁠‍​ your time yet.”​​

Just​‍ as she now⁠‌ understood him better,‌ he also understood‍‌⁠ Luina well.

He​ drew three circles‍‍​ in the sand.‍‌‌

“This‍ is the Golden​‌‍ Turtle Company, this⁠‍⁠ is Bercheff, and‌ this is Esrin.”‍⁠‍

He‍ drew a line⁠‍​ from Esrin to⁠⁠ the Turtle.

“Esrin​⁠ ordered war supplies‍‍ from the Company.”​

Then,‌​​ the line went⁠ from the Turtle⁠‌‌ to Bercheff.

“And​‍‍ the Company outsourced‌‌‍ the work to‍‌ Bercheff.”

That​‌⁠ way, the factories‍⁠‍ and workshops funded⁠ by the Pellenbergs⁠‍⁠ could activate and⁠ produce more.

“Due​‌ to the size‍ of the order,‍‍ it’s a vital​ matter for Bercheff.‍‍ If it fails,‌⁠‍ it’d be serious.”‍​​

Fernan‍ recalled the moment​⁠‍ he offered Luina​‍ the partnership.

Back‍ then, she was‍‌⁠ full of distrust‌‌ toward him.

Understandable​ — Pellenberg had⁠⁠‌ pressured Bercheff to‍‍⁠ near-collapse to force‍‍‌ her to accept.‌⁠

But⁠⁠ she had seen⁠⁠ that the contract​​‍ was the only⁠ way out and​​ took it.

Luina​ was a just‍‌​ knight, yes, but⁠ above all, she​‍ was Bercheff’s daughter.‍

“…Are‍ you reading my⁠‍ mind?”

After⁠​⁠ a long silence,​‌ Luina finally let‌ her guard down.‍‍

“My‍​ father said this‍⁠⁠ is very important‌​​ for Bercheff.”

“And⁠⁠‍ he’s right. The​ princes have placed​‍ huge orders.”

“That’s​ why.”

“So,​ to feel at⁠‌ ease, you kept⁠⁠ repeating justifications to​‌ yourself.”

“…I​‍‌ wouldn’t go that‍ far.”

“But​‌‍ it was fine.”‍‍

Fernan​‍ smiled.

After‌ all, everyone carries‍‌‌ contradictions; no one⁠‌ lives flawlessly all‍‍ the time.

There⁠‌ were knights who‌‌‍ only spoke of​​ justice, without understanding​‍ how expensive it‍⁠ was to be‍​‍ one.

But‍‍​ Luina wasn’t one‌ of them, and‍‍ that was clear‌⁠ now.

“Alright.⁠​‍ And what do​‌ you think if‍​‍ we hire disguised‍​⁠ mercenaries or use⁠​⁠ the press to‍‍⁠ exaggerate the tension?​‍‌ We need to⁠ sell while we‌‍ still can…”

“I‍‍⁠ never said I’d‌ go that far!”‌

Hmm,​⁠⁠ she still had‌ a ways to‍‍​ go.

***‌

Late​ at night.

Fernan‍‍ woke the sleeping⁠ Gismond.

“Get​‍⁠ up, senior.”

“Uh…‍⁠‌ Fernan? What’s going​​‍ on so suddenly…?”‌​‌

“Do‌​⁠ you remember the⁠ prophecy?”

“The‍⁠ prophecy?”

“Yes.‌⁠ The one about‍ Esrin.”

Even‌ half-asleep, Gismond forced⁠‍ himself to recall.‌​

“Ah…​⁠‌ don’t tell me⁠ it’s that one…”‌⁠​

The‌ civil war in⁠⁠ Esrin and the​​ death of the‍‌ crown prince of⁠⁠ Alprosen.

Those​‌‌ weren’t the only​​​ visions they had⁠⁠ seen in the‍‍​ prophecy. Those were​‍‍ the broad strokes,⁠⁠ but in between‌⁠⁠ were minor details—elixirs,‍‍ minerals, fragments of​‍‌ information.

“In‍ Esrin, there was⁠‌ something about a mineral…”

“…Adamant?”⁠‍⁠

“Correct.”‍‌

It​⁠​ wasn’t a large‌ quantity, but adamant⁠‌ had been discovered‌ in Esrin.

It⁠​ wasn’t Aint who​ found it—it had‍‌⁠ actually been widely​‌ published in the‌ newspaper.

Tulwin‍‍ himself, now the​​ third prince, had‍‍ boasted about discovering‍ it and forging⁠⁠‌ weapons with it.​​

In‍​‍ truth, he had​‌‍ done it to‌‌⁠ polish his poor​‍‌ reputation a bit,​‌ but the discovery‍‍⁠ and the forging‍​‍ of the sword‌‌​ were real.

And‌​ Fernan was going​‌ to take it​ for himself.

No​⁠ matter how small⁠‌ the amount, adamant‌​ was adamant.

“But…‌‍⁠ why me?”

“There‌​​ may still be‌ corrupt ones in​​ the area, and⁠‍ I can’t go​⁠ alone. And you’re‍​ the only one‍​‌ here who knows‌‍‍ about the prophecy,⁠ senior.”

“And‌​ Hyde…?”

“Hyde‍ went on an‌​‌ errand.”

“And‍ Wooden…?”

“I’ll‍‍⁠ go with Wooden.‌‌⁠ All I need‌⁠ is for you‍⁠‍ to stand guard‍⁠ for me for‍ a while. If‍ someone asks, just⁠⁠ respond properly.”

“Ah…”‍‌‍

Gismond⁠​⁠ had hoped to‌⁠ be invited to‍ accompany him, but​‌‍ he ended up⁠‌ nodding.

Upon‍ going outside, the‌ moon was just⁠ a thin arc‌‍‍ and covered by‍​ clouds: the night⁠​ was dark.

“Be​‌ careful. Do you​‍‌ even know where‌‌​ it is exactly?”⁠‍‌

“I‌‌ only know it’s‍​⁠ somewhere around here.”⁠‍

But​‍ that was enough.⁠‍‌

With⁠‍‌ Wooden, it wouldn’t​​ be hard to​⁠⁠ find.

“This‍‍ place will do.”‌​‌

Deep⁠‍​ in the mountain,‌‍ at a considerable⁠⁠​ distance from the‍ camp, Fernan placed⁠‍‍ Wooden on the⁠​ ground.

— Kyuu!

Wooden‍​‍ extended his roots⁠ to scan the⁠‌​ surroundings. And just⁠ then, a shadow‍ dropped from a tree.

“What‍‌‌ are you doing‌​⁠ out here at​​⁠ this hour?”

Despite‍⁠⁠ the sudden appearance,‍ Fernan replied calmly.‍‌‍

“And⁠⁠ you, why are⁠‍ you awake at‌ this hour?”

“I‌​‌ couldn’t sleep, I was restless. And⁠⁠ I saw you⁠ leave, senior.”

“Restless?”⁠

“The​⁠ Esrin case doesn’t⁠ feel as distant⁠ as it seems.”⁠‌‍

Just⁠‍ as the third‍‌‌ prince of Esrin‍‍​ allied with the⁠‍ corrupt, Adolf Fridian​ had done the‍ same.

Aria​ had seen with‌ her own eyes​ what the prince‌‍​ had done and‍​ how it all‍ ended, which is⁠ why she couldn’t‍ feel at ease.⁠‌

She‍⁠‌ could pretend, lay⁠‌ traps, but from​ afar she couldn’t‍⁠​ control everything.

What⁠⁠‌ if Adolf, while⁠​⁠ she was at⁠​ the Academy, sacrificed‌ the people to⁠‌ the corrupt like‍⁠ the prince did?‌

What‌​ if he attacked​‍⁠ the Empire with‍​​ hordes of monsters?‍

“I​​​ can’t tell you⁠ not to worry,​ but at least⁠​ for now there⁠ won’t be any‍​⁠ problems.”

“Why⁠ do you say⁠⁠ that?”

“Because‍‍ Count Daniel is​ dead.”

Count‌⁠‍ Daniel and Roderick‌​ had fallen, and‍⁠⁠ not just in‌‌ Alprosen: in Esrin‌⁠ too, everything had⁠​ gone wrong for⁠ them.

Two⁠ major centers of⁠‍ the shadows had‌ collapsed one after⁠ another; the rest‍‌ would remain quiet⁠​ for a while.⁠​

“With‍ Daniel’s death, their​​ link, the corrupt​‍⁠ can’t act until‌​ they establish another‌‍​ connection. And for‍⁠ that, they’ll have​ to hide.”

“I‍​⁠ see. Said like‍​​ that, I do‌ feel more at​‌‍ ease.”

Aria’s⁠ expression softened.

“Oh,‍ by the way—how‍​ did you know​‍ I was following‍‌​ you?”

— Kyuu!

“Ah,⁠ I see, Wooden‍ noticed. So, what‌⁠ are you doing​‌​ here?”

“Looking​ for something.”

“Looking​‌‌ for what?”

“Mineral.‍‌⁠ Wooden detected something.”‍‌‍

— Kyuu?

Fernan​⁠⁠ couldn’t reveal the⁠​‌ prophecy, so he‌‍‍ disguised it as​⁠‌ if it were‍ Wooden’s doing. The⁠‌‍ golem looked at​​‌ him with a face like ‘what​ are you saying?’,​​ but luckily Aria⁠‌‍ didn’t notice.

“Mineral?‍⁠ What kind?”

“Don’t‌ get greedy.”

“Come‌ on, I’m not‌⁠‌ going to take⁠ anything. I’m just⁠‍​ curious.”

“Adamant.”‌

“Adamant?‌ Can I see​‍⁠ it when you‍‍ find it?”

Aria⁠‍ showed a slight‍‌ curiosity, nothing more.‌​‍

“Do​‌ what you want.”⁠‍⁠

Then.‍

— Kyu, Kyuuu!

Wooden‌‍ opened his glowing​‌‌ eyes: he had‍​‍ found what he⁠ was looking for.⁠​

“You‌ found the adamant?”‍⁠

— Kyu, Kyuu!

“What…?”​​​

“There’s‍ an underground space⁠​ your roots can’t⁠​⁠ reach?”

— Kyuu!

“A‍‍⁠ magic protection field?”‍⁠

“And​ why would there​ be something like‌‌‍ that underground?”

Fernan⁠‌ and Aria looked⁠ at each other.​‌‍

“Are‍ you going?”

“Of​⁠ course.”

Wooden​⁠​ returned to Fernan’s‌‍ pendant.

Rumble—​‍‌

In‌ an instant, the‍‍ two disappeared into‍ the depths of⁠⁠​ the underground.

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