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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 198

Chapter 198

The​‌‌ corrupted and the⁠​ First Emperor surprisingly⁠ had something in‍​‌ common.

They‌​​ liked building or‌​ preparing things underground.⁠

That’s​‍‌ why, when Fernan⁠ heard the word‌ “magic barrier” from‌‍ Wooden, the first‌​ thing that came‍‍‍ to his mind​​ was one of‍⁠​ the First Emperor’s‍‍​ installations.

‘But‌ why wasn’t there‍ any mention of​ it in the​​⁠ book of prophecies?’​⁠⁠

Not‌ all installations had‌⁠ to appear there.⁠‍ The book revealed⁠ content sequentially, so‌‍⁠ it didn’t contain​‍ everything.

Regardless,⁠‍ finding one of⁠‌‌ those installations was‍​‌ big news. The‌ First Emperor’s were​‌‍ always beneficial.

What⁠​​ Fernan deemed most‌ necessary for Aint,⁠‌​ he would give​​​ him. The rest,‌‌​ he’d keep for‌⁠​ himself.

‘The​‌ problem is Aria…’​​​

If​ he had known‌​‌ they’d find something‌​ like this, he‌​ would’ve done everything‌ possible to leave​‍⁠ her behind.

“What’s‌ that look? Like‌​⁠ you see me‌‍⁠ as a nuisance.”‍

“It’s⁠⁠ nothing.”

At​ least, she was​‍‍ usually reasonable if‍ given her share.‌⁠‌ It was enough‍⁠‌ to make her‍​⁠ an accomplice.

“The‌⁠ path is really‍⁠ deep. We’ve descended‍⁠⁠ a lot, haven’t​‌ we?”

“Over‌​‍ a kilometer.”

They​‌⁠ were even deeper​⁠‌ than the dwarves’‌ underground cities. The‍⁠⁠ fact that Wooden‍ had detected this‌‍ made it even‌‍​ more impressive. Fernan​‌​ patted him on​‍‌ the head, and​‍ Wooden smiled proudly.​‌⁠

They​‍‌ kept descending until—⁠

Chong!‍​

A powerful magical rebound⁠‌ threw Fernan back.​​‌ He coughed blood.‌‌​

“What⁠​‍ the hell?”

Just⁠​ a touch, and​⁠ that was the‍‍‌ reaction.

“Are⁠⁠⁠ you okay?”

“No.”‌⁠

By‌‍ carefully brushing the⁠ earth, something metallic‍​ appeared.

Bit‌‍ by bit he‌⁠‌ cleared it, revealing‌⁠​ the form of​‍​ a massive passageway—10​‍‌ meters wide, 5 meters high—covered in​‍ complex magical carvings.‍‍⁠

“…God.‌ Engraving this level​​‌ of magic on​⁠ a simple hallway?⁠ What is this?”​

“I‍‌ only understand half.”‍​​

It‌‍​ was very different​ from any of‌‍ the First Emperor’s‌⁠ installations they had⁠‍‌ seen before.

“Can⁠‌ we open it?”‍‌

“No.​ You?”

“No‌⁠ idea.”

“Then‌ there must be⁠​​ an official entrance.‍⁠​ Let’s find it.”‍

Fernan​⁠ drank several healing​‍ and mana potions.‌‌‌ They were facing‌⁠ a great prize;‍‍ retreating was not‍‌​ an option.

“If⁠⁠​ it’s this level,‌ perhaps it was​​⁠ made by archmages.”‌​

“At⁠‌‍ the very least.”‍⁠

They‌⁠ dug for kilometers​ until they found‍‌​ the entrance—a cave⁠⁠⁠ in the middle‍ of a cliff.‌‍‍ Fernan nearly fell,‍‍ but Aria’s wind‍​‍ spirits caught him.‌

“…Thanks.”​

“It‍​ was nothing. But⁠‌​ that emblem—doesn’t it⁠ belong to the‍⁠ Cult of the⁠ Dragon God?”

On⁠ the giant metal​‍ door was carved‍‍‍ the symbol of⁠​⁠ a dragon. The‌ upper half was‌​⁠ gray and the‌‍⁠ lower, white.

“…A‌ hideout of the​‍ Cult of the‌ Dragon God?”

It​‍ was far too‍​ huge to be​‍⁠ just that. A hidden treasure of​⁠ the cult? Possible,⁠‍ but strange that​‍‍ it wasn’t in​​‌ their own territory.⁠

Fernan⁠ examined the engravings—very⁠‌‌ advanced spells—and an‌‍ inscription beside the⁠⁠ dragon.

【Awaken‌⁠ with the Sacred⁠⁠ Flame, or quench​ the Dragon’s Thirst.】‌‌​

“Sacred‌​‌ flame? Dragon’s thirst?”‌‌‌

“Literally.‍ The cult has‌⁠‌ a spell called‌⁠‌ Holy Light. It’s​​⁠ like a white​⁠ flame. And the‌ water probably refers​​​ to holy water.”​‌‍

“So​ it needs holy​ water?”

“Let’s‍⁠ try.”

Fernan⁠ noticed the layer​‍⁠ of dust over‍ the dragon. Decades‍​ without anyone touching⁠ it—not even the‍⁠‌ Cult seemed to⁠ know about this‌ place.

He‌‌‍ uncorked a bottle‌‌ of holy water⁠ and poured it.‍⁠ Nothing. Two bottles.​‌‍ Three.

Dozens.⁠

“…Are​ you sure it’s‍‌⁠ that?”

“Yes.⁠‌ Or the cult‍ only has holy‍‍ water.”

In⁠⁠ the end, the‌ dragon absorbed 99‍⁠ bottles without effect.‍ But upon pouring⁠‍⁠ the hundredth—

Boom!‌‌​

The​‌⁠ dragon’s eyes glowed‍ white. The holy⁠‍‍ water began floating​‌‌ and was absorbed‌​ into the magical‌ engravings.

The​ door slowly opened.​

“…Let’s‍ go.”

The​‌ illuminated passage was​ filled with magical‍‍⁠ lamps—far more than⁠​ any imperial installation.‌​

Bang!‍

Upon‍​​ crossing, the door‌ closed by itself.‍‌

“…Is‌⁠⁠ this safe?”

“I​ don’t know. All​​ we can do‍‌ is go forward.”​‌‌

“What​​ if we take‍‌ too long? What‍ do we tell‍⁠ the others?”

“I⁠‌ left instructions with​‌ Gismond, just in‌ case.”

The​​​ door wouldn’t budge​ at all. They​‌‍ had no choice‌‌‍ but to move‌​‍ on.

Fernan‍‍‍ collected all the⁠ magical lamps at​‌ the entrance.

“Seriously?‌ What for?”

“Left​‍ abandoned here, they’d⁠‌​ go to waste.‍⁠​ Outside, someone can​⁠‍ use them.”

“…It’s‌⁠‌ not for the⁠ money, right?”

“Guides‌ show the way​‌ and charge for‌‍⁠ it.”

Aria​‍ sighed, giving up.‌​⁠

But​​ just as they⁠​ took the first‌ step—

Crack!‌‌⁠

A blue lightning bolt‍⁠‍ grazed Fernan’s nose.⁠​​

“…What​⁠⁠ the hell?”

“I​⁠ think… I think⁠​​ it triggered a trap.”

There‌ was a magic‍ circle on the​‍‌ floor that hadn’t‍‌ been there before.​​⁠ Not just there—everywhere​⁠ along the passage‌⁠​ were complex hidden⁠‍​ spells.

On‍⁠‌ the wall appeared‌‍ a message.

【Only⁠ those who pass‌‍​ through all shall​ obtain what they⁠ desire.】

Fernan⁠‍‍ frowned.

“…This​‍ won’t be easy.”⁠

“We‌‌ should be more⁠⁠ worried whether we’ll⁠ get out alive.​‍‌ That lightning was‌ too strong for‌⁠ something old.”

Aria’s⁠​​ face turned pale.⁠​⁠

***‌‌

Morning‌‍ came.

Gismond,‌​ who had stood⁠ watch the entire⁠⁠‌ time, let out​‍‌ a long yawn.​

‘He’s‌​​ taking longer than⁠​‍ I thought…’

Even⁠‌ though the appointed‌​⁠ time had passed,⁠ Fernan still hadn’t​⁠ returned. Surely it​ was just taking‌⁠⁠ longer to find‌‌‍ what he was‍ after.

“Good​​⁠ morning, senior.”

“Good‌‍⁠ morning, senior.”

“Good‌ work.”

As⁠‌ always, Luina, Aint,​‍‍ and Verian got‌‌‍ up. After a light wash, they‌ immediately grabbed their⁠ swords and began‍ sparring.

‘Will​​‌ I ever be‌‌⁠ able to join‍​ them?’

He‍ wanted to reach‍​​ that level, but‌‍‌ for now he​⁠​ didn’t feel up‌‍‌ to it.

While‍‌‌ the duels continued,‌​​ Aria would usually⁠⁠‍ sneak off and‌ watch, and when⁠‌‍ everything ended, Hyde‌ would already have‌‍ the meal ready.‌​​

Fernan⁠ would also usually‍‍‌ wake up around⁠⁠⁠ that time to‌ do something.

That⁠ had been the‌ routine for the​‌ past few days.​​⁠ But today was⁠​ different.

There​​ was no Hyde,​ no Fernan, not​ even Aria.

“Fernan?”‌

That⁠⁠‌ Hyde wasn’t there​​ wasn’t strange—he had⁠⁠ gone out on⁠ an errand.

But⁠‌ that Fernan and​‍‌ Aria were also‍‌ missing—that was strange.‌⁠

“Senior,​⁠ have you seen‌‍‍ Fernan? His tent​ is empty.”

Luina,​⁠‌ who had gone‍‌⁠ to check Fernan’s‍‌​ tent, sat in‌​​ front of Gismond‌ and asked.

“Aria‍‌ wasn’t there either.⁠ Where could the‍ two of them​ have gone together?”⁠

“Fernan‍‍‍ and Aria? What‌ a strange combination.”‍‌‍

Faced⁠​⁠ with their doubts,⁠ Gismond recalled what‌‍​ Fernan had told⁠‌ him before leaving.‌‍

“If​​​ I’m late and‌ don’t return at⁠ the appointed time,⁠‍⁠ don’t make up⁠ weird excuses. Just‌ say this, and⁠ everyone will accept​​ it.”

“Fernan⁠ went to look⁠⁠‌ for adamantite. Wooden‌ detected it.”

“Ah,⁠ then it makes‍‌ sense he disappeared⁠⁠‍ suddenly.”

“That⁠​ golem can detect⁠​⁠ minerals too?”

“Adamantite?”​

— What a crazy​​ golem. Can it‌​ really detect adamantite?‌‍

Aint​​⁠ agreed with Gardner’s​ words and asked‍⁠​ again.

“And‍ Aria?”

“It’s‍⁠⁠ not like Fernan​⁠ took her with‌ him. She followed⁠⁠⁠ him on her⁠ own…”

The⁠ group accepted it‌​ without issue.

“Then‍⁠ there’s nothing to⁠⁠ worry about.”

“Adamantite,‍​ huh. If I had even just​ one sword made‍⁠ of that, I wouldn’t ask for⁠ anything else.”

“Ask​‌​ the senior. He‌⁠ usually ends up⁠⁠‌ getting everything done‍ anyway.”

“…Don’t​⁠ make me mad.‌ Does he treat‌ you the same‌⁠‍ way he treats​‍ me?”

Aint’s​ pleading face contrasted⁠ with Verian’s clenched​‌ teeth, and Gismond‌​ felt seen in‌‍ him.

‘Right,​ this one used‍​⁠ to be a corrupted too. And‌​ it was Fernan​ who forced him​ to switch sides.’⁠‌

He⁠ felt sorry for⁠ him. It was​‍‍ like looking in​⁠ a mirror.

‘Poor​‍⁠ guy. He’s not⁠‍⁠ actually weak, just‍ had the misfortune⁠⁠‌ of being next⁠⁠ to the protagonist​ and Luina.’

Clicking‍ his tongue, Gismond‌​ threw more fuel​ on the fire​ that was dying​ down.

“…Senior,‍​ what does that‍ look mean?”

“Better⁠​ not complain about⁠‍ Fernan. If you’re​‍ upset, want to‍ train again?”

“No!‌ I’m sure he‍ looked at me⁠‍⁠ with pity…”

Though​‌ Verian noticed that⁠‍‌ compassion, luckily things‌​ didn’t escalate.

It‌​⁠ was a peaceful‍‌​ day.

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