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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 203

Chapter 203

After‍‌‌ Aint Armian successfully​‍ concluded the negotiation,⁠‌⁠ Fernan brought Tulwin‍ Esrin under his⁠‌ custody to the‍ villa of the​ first prince.

“I‌ saw the recording.‍ I appreciate that‌ you extended your⁠‌ hand during Esrin’s‍‌​ peril.”

“The‍‍ corrupted are enemies‌‍‌ of humanity, I merely did what⁠ had to be‌ done.”

“But…​‍⁠ was it you⁠ who guided him?”​‍⁠

“Whom⁠‌ and about what,‍⁠ Your Highness?”

“About⁠​‌ the negotiation. Does​ Aint owe it​​⁠ to you?”

Fernan‌‍​ received the tea⁠⁠‌ served by a servant without even​‌ flinching.

“Why‍ do you think‍ that?”

“Because‌ the impression Aint‌‌ gave me when‌‍⁠ I first met​‍‌ him was different.‍⁠ Now he seems‍‌ like another person.”​

Fortunately,‌‍ Ferant’s expression as‌‌‍ he said it​​‍ wasn’t exactly a negative one.

“At⁠ first I signed‍​⁠ happily because the‍​‍ terms were reduced‍‍ significantly, but thinking‌⁠‌ it over, I feel like I was tricked.”

That⁠‌ I allowed myself​ to fall for​‍⁠ such a classic⁠ method I still‍‍ have much to​ learn. The first‍ prince clicked his​ tongue.

“Both‍ demands were perfectly​‍ reasonable.”

“I‍⁠ know. Compared to⁠‌ what a civil‍‌⁠ war would’ve cost,‌ this came out⁠​‍ dozens of times‍⁠⁠ cheaper.”

Though‌‌‌ in truth, it​‌⁠ wasn’t just a civil war—it would⁠​ have also been​‌‌ a future where‍ he himself died,⁠‍ something he couldn’t‍‍⁠ possibly know.

“So‍​ then, even if‌‍‌ I felt tricked,​⁠​ I want to​‍‌ accept it gladly.⁠ If it allows⁠‍‌ for a smoother‌⁠‌ relationship with you⁠ and Aint, I’ll⁠ gladly pay.”

Whatever‍ political turbulence came‍‌​ with it would​⁠‌ be his responsibility.‍⁠ If he couldn’t‍ even bear that,‌​⁠ how could he‌ hope to be⁠‍​ king of a realm?

“I⁠ appreciate that view.”​‍‍

Fernan⁠ and Ferant shook‍⁠ hands.

“Fernan‍⁠‌ Pellenberg…! I’ll never‌‌‌ forgive you! I swear it!”

The‍‌⁠ furious Tulwin was‌​ finally handed over‍ to Ferant.

“What⁠​ will you do‌​​ with the third‌‍‍ prince?”

“With‍‌​ what he’s done,⁠⁠⁠ not even executing‌⁠‍ him now would​‌‍ be enough, but​‍‍ I can’t do⁠⁠‌ that.”

“I​⁠⁠ understand.”

It‍‌ was because of‍ royal authority.

If⁠​ it were revealed‌ that a prince‍ had sold out‌ his own people‍⁠ to the corrupted​‍‌ to spark treason,​ the authority of‍ Esrin’s royal family‍ would plummet.

“But​‍ according to the​​ record, you seemed‍ quite used to⁠‍ fighting the corrupted…”‌‍⁠

“Yes.‌‌ They came aiming⁠ to kill Aint.”⁠

“Do‌ you think they’ll⁠ continue moving forward?”​‍

“A⁠‍‍ demon has already⁠⁠⁠ descended. Do you​⁠⁠ think they’ll stop​​⁠ after failing just‌ once?”

“Aint,‌‍⁠ what about you?”‌

“I‍ think the same,⁠‌‍ Your Highness. They⁠‌ won’t stop until‌‌ humanity is wiped‌‍ out, or until​ they are completely​ exterminated.”

Ferant‌‍ nodded slightly. It​‌⁠ wasn’t that he‌‌ ignored that reality,​‍⁠ but he wanted​‍‍ to hear it‍‌ directly from the‍‍‍ one designated as​ enemy of the​​‍ demons.

“I​⁠ hope our relationship⁠​‌ doesn’t end here.”​​⁠

“That​ depends on how‍ sincerely you pay‍‌‍ your debt.”

“…I’ll​​​ do my best.”‌​⁠

“No‌​‍ matter what, it’s‍‍‍ too much. If⁠ at least you⁠‌​ reduced—”

“Do‌⁠‍ not tarnish my‍ honor.”

An​​‍ attendant of the‍ first prince grumbled,​ but quickly fell‍ silent under his‍⁠‌ lord’s rebuke.

Fernan‌‌ paid it no​ mind. Convincing the⁠‌ nobles or emptying​ the royal treasury​‍‌ was Ferant Esrin’s⁠‌ matter.

Thus,‍ the negotiation ended.‍

***⁠‌‌

The‍ matters of Alprosen‌ and those of‌‌‍ Esrin.

It‌​​ had been worth‍⁠ negotiating with the⁠ rector and leaving​‍ the Academy.

Many​‍ things had happened,⁠⁠ but they managed​​​ to thwart all⁠ of the corrupted’s‍‌ attempts and even‌‍ obtain unexpected gains.‍‍

However,⁠‌‌ it wasn’t a situation that could⁠⁠ be easily closed.‍​‌

“It’s⁠ ready. You can​‌‍ send it to​⁠‍ my father.”

“Yes.”​‌​

Fernan​ handed the head⁠‌ of the Golden‍ Turtle branch a copy of the‌‌ record and a letter.

In⁠​ them were the​⁠​ proofs that Count​‍‍ Daniel was a corrupted.

“Get‌ it to him​⁠ as quickly as‍ possible. No one​ must see the‍‌ contents.”

“Of⁠ course.”

The‍‌ head left hurriedly.‌ Fernan slumped into​ his chair, tapping‍‍‌ the armrest absentmindedly​​ with his fingers.⁠‌‍

“How‌‍ do you think‌ things will go?”⁠​

“Didn’t‍ you say you’d⁠‌‍ make it public?”​‍‌

“Yes,‌ but not completely.”‍​​

It​ was the same‍​ as not being‌‍‌ able to punish⁠‌ the third prince⁠ of Esrin for⁠​‌ collaborating with the‍⁠ corrupted.

Daniel​​‌ Kool was, after‍ all, a noble​ of the Empire.‌ And not just​ any noble, but​‌‌ a high-ranking count.‍

If​ it were revealed⁠⁠ that someone like‍⁠ him was corrupted,‍ the Empire’s prestige‌‍ would plummet.

It‍⁠​ would be best‌ to conceal it‌‌‌ and handle it​​‌ discreetly, but Daniel‌‍ Kool was already‍⁠ dead.

If‌‍⁠ his vast territory‍​ and fortune were⁠ managed without a clear explanation, it⁠‌‌ would only generate⁠​ opposition from the⁠​ other nobles.

In⁠‍⁠ the end, they‍⁠ would need to​​‍ show solid evidence‌⁠ and get everyone⁠⁠ to accept the‍​ truth.

Maybe‍‍‌ not all nobles,‌⁠ but at least​ those of the‌‍ highest rank would​‍‍ know Count Daniel‍ had been a corrupted.

“My‌⁠⁠ father will handle‍ that well. The⁠ problem is what⁠ comes next.”

With‌⁠​ his death, Daniel⁠ Kool had left​​ behind an enormous‌‍​ fortune and a vast territory.

Since⁠ it was impossible⁠‌ to bequeath those​ possessions to the‌⁠‌ children of a corrupted traitor, everything⁠‍ became unclaimed land.​‍

And​‍‌ in the Empire,‌‍ hyenas hungry with⁠⁠​ greed were plentiful.‍⁠‍

This⁠​​ wasn’t just any‍ land—it was a great county, something‍‍‌ everyone would covet.​

“If⁠​‍ handled poorly, war⁠ will erupt.”

Neighboring‍‌ lands would do​‌‌ everything possible to‍‍⁠ claim a part,‌‌ and the electors‌ would try to‌ give the county​‌ to nobles from⁠⁠ their own factions.​⁠⁠

In‍⁠‌ that process, conflict‍ would be inevitable.‌

“That’s⁠‌ not good. Not​​‌ good at all.”‌

At‍‌‌ another time it‌‌ might not have​​ mattered. Clashes and‌⁠ infighting were routine⁠⁠ in the Empire.⁠

But‌​‌ now the corrupted⁠‌ were lurking, waiting‌​ for any opportunity.​‌‍

Even‍⁠​ a minor conflict‌ could be exploited‌​​ and amplified to⁠ weaken the Empire.​‍‍

He‍‌ even suspected that‌‍ Daniel’s very death‌​ had been part​​‌ of their plan.​

“That’s​​⁠ why I sent‍‌ my father a solution.”

“You‍ recommended someone?”

“That’s‍⁠⁠ right.”

“Who?”⁠‍

“Ferdicas‌​⁠ Armian.”

“…What?”​​‍

Hyde‍ blinked, surprised by‌ such an unexpected‍ name.

“He‍‌ holds the title‍⁠‍ of elector prince,⁠‌ but his territory⁠ is small, and‌⁠ after years of​⁠ isolation, he has​‍‌ less influence than⁠​ a mere baron.​ Even if he⁠‌ gets Kool’s county,‌ it won’t produce​ a major synergistic‍​ effect.”

And‌ not only that.​​

“He‍⁠​ also has the​ best argument. It‍ was Aint who‌‌ revealed Daniel Kool‍‍⁠ was a corrupted‍​ and executed him‌ with his own‍‌​ hands.”

Though⁠‌‍ in truth it‌‍​ had been Luina​ and Rob, only‌‍‍ the party knew​ that.

“But​‍ he’s still an​⁠‍ Armian. If the‌⁠ Armians grow too‍⁠ much, there’ll be​⁠​ those who oppose​‍‌ it without hesitation.”⁠​‌

“There‍⁠ will also be​‍ those who support‌ it.”

The‍⁠⁠ rise of the‍ corrupted made the‌​‌ need for the‌ Armians more and‌⁠ more evident.

And​ Aint had once‌‌ again shone in‌‌ these circumstances.

“The​ corrupted are increasing,⁠‍​ and a demon​​​ has already been​ summoned. What do‍​ you think most​​‌ people will believe?”‍‌

“That,​​ at least for​⁠⁠ now, the right‍‍‍ thing is to‌ strengthen the Armians​ as a bulwark⁠‍‌ against the demons.”‍​‌

“Exactly.”‌

That​​ the Armians were‍​​ still small was⁠‍ actually convenient.

“And‌ if the Armians‌ prosper, they’ll be⁠⁠⁠ able to pay⁠​ off their debts,​ don’t you think?”‍⁠⁠

“That’s⁠⁠‌ the real reason,‌⁠ isn’t it?”

“Let’s⁠ say it’s a two-for-one.”

Fernan‌ leaned back in‌ his chair.

“In​‌‍ the end, it’s‍⁠‍ a general plan.‍​ The problem is‌​ whether my father​‌ will accept it⁠ and how he‍‍ will carry it⁠ out.”

The‌⁠ hardest part would​‌‌ be convincing Schwaben,‌ whose radical opposition‌ was guaranteed.

The​‍​ best strategy wouldn’t‍ be to persuade​⁠‍ him, but to‌⁠⁠ gather the support⁠‍ of the other‌⁠ electors and nobles⁠⁠‍ to crush him⁠ by majority.

“It’s‌‌ time to go.​ We’ve really been‍ away for a long time.”

It⁠‍‍ had already been​​ over a month‌⁠ since they left‌​⁠ the Academy.

At⁠‌ first, he didn’t​ imagine it would​⁠‌ take so long,‍‍⁠ but unforeseen events⁠ had delayed everything.‌​‍

Though​‌ it wasn’t a bad thing—it had‍‌ been a journey​ with an unparalleled⁠‌ bounty.

Fernan​​ stepped out with‌ Hyde. In the⁠ branch’s dining hall,⁠‌ the others, who​ were eating, welcomed​‌​ him cheerfully.

“Is⁠‌‌ everything done already?”​‌⁠

“Yes.​​ It’s time to⁠⁠ go back. Let’s⁠⁠ return to the‌ Academy.”

“Let’s⁠‌⁠ eat first.”

Fernan⁠​​ took a seat⁠⁠ and the servants​⁠ brought the dishes.‌‌⁠

“You’ll‌‌ see, this time⁠‍⁠ will be different.”​​

“Let’s‌​ get promoted first,‌‍ then talk.”

At​⁠‌ that moment, Aint​‌‍ and Verian’s conversation‍​ reached his ears.​⁠​ Though it sounded⁠‌‌ like something casual,​ Fernan frowned with‍ suspicion.

He⁠‌ put down his⁠ fork and asked,⁠

“What​​​ are you two‍‍ talking about now?”​

“Well,‍‍‍ the jousting tournament,⁠​‌ of course.”

“This⁠‍​ time I’m confident.”‍

“Me‌‌‍ too, this time…”​

“It‍ seems you’re not​‌ aware of something.”‍​

All‍‌ eyes turned to‍‌ Fernan.

“You​ won’t be able​⁠​ to participate in‌⁠ the jousting tournament.”⁠‌

“…Huh?”‍​

“What?”​

“What‍‍ I mean is,​‌ even if you​ start running full‍‌​ speed right now,​‌‍ you won’t arrive‍‍‍ at the Academy​ before the tournament‌​ begins. Also, we‌ have to pass‌‌⁠ through Armian to‌‍​ pick up Silver‌​ as well.”

“…Huh?”⁠​

The​​‌ pupils of all​​​ the knights from‍​‌ the Academy present⁠ dilated, refusing to⁠⁠ accept reality.

***‍‍

‘They⁠​‌ didn’t come today‍ either.’

Combat,​​​ War, and Magic.‌‍ The joint class​ with the Knight​⁠ Department.
Ludger checked the‌‍​ empty seats.

One⁠⁠⁠ was Fernan’s, and‌ the other, Luina’s.‍‌

It⁠‌‌ had already been‌ a month since‍⁠‍ both had stopped‍ attending so suddenly.​‍

Even‌⁠‍ so, none of‍​⁠ the professors were‍ concerned about looking‍‌ for them. To​​⁠ them, their absence‍​⁠ felt natural.

‘Aria‍‌⁠ Fridian, Verian Kalburdern,‍‌ Gismond Elt, and⁠‌⁠ Aint Armian too.’‍

Not​ only second years,⁠ but even fourth​​⁠ years—those names had‌​ vanished.

Why?‍ Not even Ludger​⁠⁠ knew. He had‍‌ sent letters to​‍ their families but‍​⁠ couldn’t find out​‍ anything.

Although⁠⁠⁠ he already suspected—if‌‌ the Pellenbergs, with​‍ their vast network​ of information and​ trade, had decided‌‍ to hide them,‌ finding them wouldn’t​ be easy.

For​​‌ that very reason,​⁠‍ he was even​​​ more curious.

Where‌​‍ exactly had they‍ gone?

Why​ had they left?⁠⁠‍

And⁠‍‌ how did they‌​‍ do it?

‘This⁠⁠​ is the headmaster’s​ doing. Without his‌​‌ authorization, it would’ve‍‍ been impossible.’

It⁠ had already been‌‌ more than a month of absence⁠​ from the Academy.⁠‌‌ Logically speaking, such​​‌ a thing should⁠​‌ have caused problems.‌‍

If‌‌ the nobles moved‍​​ to question it,​ the situation couldn’t​ be brushed aside,​ but so far‍ everyone remained silent.‌‌

Inside‍ and outside the‍‌ Academy, people were‍‍ watching closely, searching‍​ for clues as‍ to where they​ had disappeared.

‘What⁠‍ the hell are‌ they doing?’

Lost⁠ in those thoughts,‍⁠ the class came‌​ to an end.⁠‍

And​ until the very⁠‍⁠ end, Fernan and‌ Luina didn’t return.⁠

‘I​‌‌ don’t know whether⁠‌​ to be glad⁠‌ or annoyed by‌ this.’

It​‍ was a relief‍‍ not to have‌‍⁠ to fulfill his​‌ brother’s order to​​ get close to‌‍ Aint to monitor‍ him.

But​ at the same‌ time, it troubled⁠‌ him not knowing⁠⁠ what Fernan and⁠⁠ Aint were scheming.​

‘No…​⁠ it’s better to‍⁠ see it as‍‌ a good thing.⁠​‌ Family matters aren’t‍ my problem.’

After‍‌⁠ all, he was⁠‌ already completely excluded⁠‌​ from the line‍‌ of succession to⁠​ the throne. Whether‌​ power was big‍‌‌ or small, it‍⁠⁠ wouldn’t be him‍ ruling it, but‍​‍ his brother.

“Your‌ Highness.”

At‍​​ that moment, someone‌ approached in a hurry. It was‌‍ his teammate, Almon​ Donertz.

“You’ve​ seemed troubled lately.‍‌ Is something wrong?”​‍‌

“It’s‍​ nothing.”

“Then​ I’m glad to⁠‌​ hear it.”

Almon​ didn’t press further.⁠​‍

“If‍​ it’s about Fernan​ and Luina’s disappearance,⁠⁠ don’t worry, they’ll⁠⁠⁠ be back soon.”‌​

“What​ do you mean?”⁠

Since​‌ he was just​‌‍ thinking about that,​‍ his tone came​ out a bit⁠‍ sharper.

“The‌⁠⁠ Foundation Anniversary is‍ approaching, right?”

“The‍‌​ Foundation Anniversary?”

“Yes.‌ Fernan might be⁠​ an enigma, but​‌ Luina would never​​‍ miss the jousting‍ tournament.”

Luina‌⁠​ had always aspired‌ to the glory​⁠ of the champion’s‍‌ title in that‍⁠ tournament.

Even‌‍​ though she had‌‌‌ already won it‌ once, nothing felt‍‌‍ better than conquering​​‌ it again.

“I‍⁠⁠ also hope to‍‍ see her return.‍ Last year, I lost absurdly to⁠‌‍ someone else, but​ since then I’ve⁠‍⁠ been honing my​⁠ sword…”

“…Right,‍⁠ that was coming‌‌​ up.”

Almon‍​ was talking about​‌ Luina, but Ludger⁠‍ thought of Fernan.‍‌‌

Fernan‍ wouldn’t compete in‍​‍ the magic tournament,​‌⁠ but he would‍​‌ return anyway. He⁠​‌ had to bet‍ on it.

As⁠‌ long as money​‌ was on the​‌​ line, Fernan would⁠‌‌ come back. Surely.⁠​⁠

‘Though…⁠ what’s the point​​ of him coming​ back?’

It⁠ didn’t seem like​​​ he’d tell him‍‍​ what he had‌‌‌ been doing.

‘No​‌⁠ other choice, I’ll‌ have to extend⁠​⁠ a hand to‌ Aint.’

Even‍​‌ if he hated‌‍⁠ it, the fear⁠ of his brother‍ forced him.

Silently,‌‌ Ludger bit his‍‍‍ lip.

“By​ the way, lately‍⁠⁠ Carlo’s been with‍‌​ Professor Dominique a lot.”

In‍‌ the distance, Carlo​​ Deneb could be​ seen talking with‌⁠‌ Professor Dominique, heading‍ to the research​ building.

“I‌⁠ heard he enrolled​‍​ in his private‍‌ course during the​‌ break.”

“I​​⁠ thought those tutorials‌ weren’t very effective,‌‌⁠ but it seems‍⁠‌ he and Dominique‌​ make a good​ pair.”

Carlo’s​‍ aura felt much​‍‌ more refined than​ before.

“He‍ must be working‌‍ hard. Even the​ professor seems to⁠​ be pushing himself‌ more to balance‍‌ it with his‍⁠ research.”

“No‌‌‍ wonder he looks⁠‌⁠ a bit more‍ haggard.”

It‍ made sense. Carlo⁠‌ had been top‍ of the class⁠‍​ throughout his first‍​‌ year.

But‌⁠ since second year,⁠⁠‍ Fernan had shattered‍ everything, so now​‌⁠ he had no‌ choice but to‌​​ push himself desperately.​

“I‌​⁠ hope Carlo manages‌ to get back​‍⁠ at Fernan.”

“That⁠ wouldn’t be bad,​‌​ but I want‍​ to be the​‍ one to beat‌ Luina.”

Almon​⁠‍ clenched his fist,‌‍‍ full of determination.​​

However,⁠‌⁠ Fernan and Luina​​ didn’t return.

Not‍​ even when the⁠‌⁠ registration period for⁠‌ the jousting tournament​‍​ ended and the⁠‌ festival began.

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