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Chapter 204

The⁠⁠ ship cut through⁠‌‌ the current as‌‍ it advanced.

The⁠‍ fresh sea breeze‌ brushed the hull,⁠‍ and the fully⁠⁠ unfurled sails bent⁠‌ strongly, pushed by‍‍ the wind.

Inside‍ the ship bound⁠​ for the Academy.⁠​

Sarak—​⁠​

Fernan​⁠​ opened a book.‌​​

A blank book, with​⁠ nothing written and⁠‍​ emitting nothing in​‌ particular.

Since⁠ the moment he​⁠⁠ obtained it, he‌⁠‍ had reviewed it‌​‍ for at least‍ an hour a day, but he‌ had never managed‍⁠⁠ to discover anything‍ special.

If⁠​ he submerged it‍‍‌ in water, it​⁠​ got wet, but‌ dried quickly and​‌ returned to its‍‍ original state; however,​⁠⁠ ordinary fire did‍ not affect it​‍⁠ at all.

The⁠‍ pages were thicker⁠⁠ and stiffer than⁠‌​ regular paper, so​⁠ resistant they were​ almost impossible to‍ tear.

But‌ that was all.‌‍‌

He​ had tried infusing‍⁠ it with mana,‌‌​ even asked Aint‌‍​ for help bathing​ it in Armian’s​ light, but the​‌⁠ result was always⁠⁠⁠ the same.

“No​⁠ way out. I’ll⁠​ have to entrust‌⁠​ it to a real mage.”

“Ueeekh!”‍

Clap.‌‌‌ Fernan closed the​ book. Looking at‍ an unsolvable problem⁠​‌ only gave him‌‌ a headache.

— Pii!

As‍ if it had​⁠ been waiting for‌⁠‍ him, a white‌ bird immediately perched​ on his knees.⁠​‍

Fernan​ stroked Silver.

“So,‍‌⁠ how was your‌‍⁠ stay in Armian?”​

— Pii, pii!

— Kyu, kyu!

Wooden​ translated what Silver‍⁠ was saying.

“That​ it was pleasant,‌ but he was‍ sad because you‌ weren’t there.”

“Uugh!”​‍

Fernan‌ smiled from the‍‍ corner of his⁠⁠ lips.

When‌ he and Aint⁠‍​ left the Academy‍‍⁠ at the same‌⁠​ time, they couldn’t⁠‌ take the Saintbird‌⁠​ because it drew‌⁠⁠ too much attention,⁠ but leaving it⁠‍ at the Academy​‍ wasn’t an option‍​ either.

In‍ the end, since‍ Silver showed an⁠‌ affinity with Armian’s‌⁠‍ power, they had‍⁠‌ left him there.⁠‌​

He​‌ had spent more‌​ than a month‌⁠ and a half​‍⁠ eating and resting‌ at House Armian,‌​​ and although Fernan⁠​ had been a bit worried, the​‌‍ bird’s words eased​‌ his doubts.

He​‍‌ petted Silver more⁠​ enthusiastically, who responded‍⁠ with a satisfied‍‍ chirp.

“Hyde,​‍ bring me a coffee.”

“Yes,​ young master.”

“Ueeek….”​​⁠

Hyde‍​ quickly served him⁠‌ a cup of‌​ hot coffee.

“The​‌ jousting and magic​‌ tournaments must’ve already⁠​⁠ started, right?”

“Yes,‍​ today already….”

“Ueeeek….”​​

Sitting⁠‍ at the prow,‌‌‌ Fernan drank his⁠‌ coffee while gazing‌​⁠ at the open‌‌ sea.

The‌‍ vast horizon reminded‍ him that there⁠ was still more​ than a day⁠⁠ left before they‌‍ reached the Academy.​​‍

“What⁠⁠ a shame. If‍ we’d been a bit faster, maybe‍⁠‍ I would’ve made⁠‌ it in time.”‌​‍

Luina’s​‌ disappointed face came‍ to mind.

“There’ll‍‍‍ be another chance‌​‍ anyway.”

“At⁠​ least it’s not‍‍ the last one…”⁠‌⁠

“Ueghhh…!”​

“Kills‍‍‌ my appetite.”

Fernan‍‍​ clicked his tongue​ in annoyance.

Aria,⁠ looking pale, raised​​⁠ her head after​​ spending a good​‍​ while vomiting over​ the side of‍‌⁠ the ship.

“…It’s⁠​⁠ not like I want to, ueeek!​‍ It’s not on⁠ purpose!”

“But​​ if you haven’t‌⁠ eaten anything, what​ exactly are you​‍‌ throwing up?”

“And‌‌⁠ for your information,⁠​‌ I was the​​‍ first one to‍​⁠ start vomiting here,‌ ueeek!”

“It’s‌ true, young master.‌‌‌ She’s been diligently​​ feeding the fish‌​‍ for a while.”⁠

Fernan‌‍ let out a nasal chuckle.

“Even⁠ Silver doesn’t get‌‌​ seasick, and you‌​​ do… torturing elves​‌​ would need nothing‌‍ more than this.”⁠

“Exploiting‌​‌ people’s weaknesses! Ueeek!⁠‍⁠ Even demons would​​ be horrified by​⁠​ you!”

“That‌ would be perfect.‍‌ So they tremble⁠​‌ the moment they‍‍ see me.”

If​‍⁠ demons were cowardly,‍ they’d avoid invading.‍ That would be​⁠⁠ ideal.

But​‌​ remembering their stubbornness​​ even after being⁠‌ defeated by the‌ First Emperor, Fernan​ knew it would⁠‍‍ never happen.

“He‍ doesn’t have a drop of compassion.⁠‌‍ I bet instead‍ of blood, gold​‍ runs through his​‌⁠ veins.”

“If​⁠‌ someone like that​⁠⁠ existed, I’d catch‌ them and make​ them bleed for‌‌ life.”

Of‍​ course, he’d keep​‌ them well-fed so​‌ they wouldn’t die.‌‌

“Still,‌ missing the magic‌‍​ tournament weighs on‍‍ me. I’m sure‍ if I’d entered,​⁠ I would’ve won‌‍‍ this time.”

It‍​‍ was true. With⁠ her current level,​​​ Aria would have​‍ been one of⁠‍ the top favorites.⁠

The⁠⁠⁠ only ones who⁠‍ could compare were⁠‌ the saint of⁠‌ the Church of‍⁠⁠ the Dragon God,⁠⁠‌ Jace Vines, Carlo‍⁠‌ Deneb, or the⁠‌‌ fourth-year prodigy Liana⁠​ Horton.

But‌ Jace wasn’t even‍⁠ participating, and Carlo​​‍ Deneb had already‍ been defeated by​‌ her before.

The​⁠⁠ only real rival‍ would’ve been Liana‌‌‌ Horton, and with‌‌ Aria now able‌‍​ to summon higher⁠​ spirits after her‌⁠​ recent awakening, it⁠ was hard to‍‍‍ imagine her losing.⁠⁠‌

Of‌⁠⁠ course, since she‍‌ didn’t register in‌⁠‍ time, it was‍​ all just speculation.‌‍‌

“It‍ really was a shame. Though the‌ worst part was​‍​ losing the chance‌ to bet…”

“You⁠ can still do‌ that, can’t you?”‍

“I⁠‌ wouldn’t win the​ same as if‍ I’d bet from‍‍ the start.”

“That’s‍‌⁠ only if you​⁠ knew all the​‌ results beforehand.”

“Well,‍‌ that’s true too.”⁠‌⁠

This‍ time, there were‍ no prophecies about⁠‍ the founding anniversary.‍‍‍

No⁠​ predictions of winners⁠‌ or losers. And⁠​ with so many​ major participants absent‌ like Aint and​ Luina, any foresight‍​​ was useless.

“Ueeek…‍ but… isn’t it‍ a problem that‌ we’ve been absent⁠‍ from the Academy⁠‍ for so long?”‍​

“Maybe.”​‌

“What‌‍​ do you mean​​‍ maybe?”

“There’s‍ no such thing⁠⁠ as perfection in‌‍​ this world.”

No‍ matter how meticulously‍⁠ one planned something,‍‍​ it could always⁠‍⁠ fail.

They‍ had achieved great‍ results and had⁠⁠ enough proof to​​‌ convince the rector,​⁠‍ but even so,‌ in politics there​‌ were never guarantees.⁠⁠⁠

“Don’t⁠‍ worry. The Academy​​‍ isn’t everything in​ life.”

“How‌‍ irresponsible!”

“Money‍‍‍ is.”

“Oh⁠‍ my god.”

“…Too​‍ calm.”

The‌ one who murmured‍​‌ that was Gismond,‌‌‍ from the other​‌ side of the​‌​ ship.

“Why⁠​ do you say​‌‍ that, senior?” Aint​‌ asked, opening his⁠‌ eyes after meditating.​

“It’s‌‍​ nothing. I just‌⁠ have a bad‍ feeling.”

“A​ feeling?”

“Normally,‌ when things are⁠‌ this calm, something⁠‌​ usually happens…”

He‍ was going to⁠ say it’s a cliché, but kept​​ it to himself.⁠‍

‘Nah,​‍ nothing will happen.’‌​

No‌ new prophecy had‌‍ surfaced.

And‌ after every arc,⁠‍​ there was always​⁠ a bit of⁠‍‌ peace, right?

Gismond‌ forcibly dismissed his⁠ unease.

The‌⁠‌ ship continued to‍ slowly approach the‍‌ Academy.

***‍‌

The‌ Academy was immersed‍⁠ in a festive‌ atmosphere.

The​​‍ founding anniversary was‌‌​ the Empire’s greatest‍ celebration, held once‌⁠ a year and‍​​ always with grandeur.‍​‍

Fernan,​​ without even unpacking,‌‍​ went straight to⁠ the commercial district.‍‍

He‍‍​ entered the betting‍ hall of the​‍ Golden Turtle Guild,⁠‌⁠ at the Bardaan‌ branch, to check⁠‍‌ the favorites.

“For‍‌​ the jousting tournament,‍ bets are on​⁠ Valoshi Vienderk, Almon⁠‌ Donertz, Varus Dene,​⁠‌ and Balrog Hernim.​​ For the magic⁠‍⁠ tournament, Liana Horton,⁠⁠ Carlo Deneb, and‌‌ Ludger…”

Just‍‍‌ as he had​ predicted.

The​‍‌ only unexpected thing​ was that Carlo⁠‍ Deneb was getting‍ more expectations than⁠​​ he thought.

Looks‍​‌ like it wasn’t⁠⁠ a lie that‌⁠ he trained like‍‌⁠ crazy over the⁠​​ break.

“Fernan?”‌​

“Almon?‍‌‌ Long time no​ see.”

Hearing‍‍ his name, Fernan‍‍ turned around.

“Did​ you just get​​ back?”

“Yeah,⁠​‍ just arrived.”

“So‍ Luina too…”

“That’s‍⁠ right.”

“Why‍ so late?! If⁠‌ you’d come back‍ a few days⁠‍ earlier, Luina could’ve⁠ entered the jousting​‍ tournament!”

“And​ wouldn’t it be⁠‍‍ better for you‌‌ that she didn’t⁠ participate?”

“What‍‍ are you talking‍ about? I missed⁠‌‌ the chance to‌‌ face her and​‍‌ beat her—how is​ that good?”

Was⁠⁠‌ he really upset⁠ that the strongest⁠​ rival didn’t enter?​

Or​ did he really‍‌ believe he could​‌ beat Luina?

These⁠⁠⁠ knights—I’ll never understand⁠ them.

“Fernan,‍​ the rector requests⁠‌ your presence.”

At​‍ that moment someone‌ tapped him on⁠⁠ the shoulder as‍ he reviewed the​​ bets. It was​​​ a messenger from‌‌ the rector.

“Not‍‍ even half an‍‌ hour in the​ city and he‍‍ already knows. Anyway,⁠ I was just​‌ confirming this before‌ heading over.”

“I’ll⁠‌ accompany you.”

Although⁠ it sounded somewhat‍ imperative, Fernan agreed.‌⁠

He‍ knew that nearly​‌⁠ two months of‌‌‌ absence could mean‍ significant political pressure⁠‍‍ for the rector.​​

‘Even​​ though they say‍ he doesn’t get⁠ too involved in‌ politics…’

Even‍‍ so, if the‌⁠⁠ matter escalated too⁠‍⁠ much, he could‌ even end up‍‍‍ dishonorably dismissed.

Fernan​‍‌ entered the rector’s‍⁠ office. The man⁠‌‌ set aside the⁠ documents he was⁠⁠‌ reviewing.

“You​⁠​ took longer than‍‍ I expected.”

“That⁠‌ only proves the⁠ threat of the⁠ corrupted was real.‌ If we had‍⁠ returned with nothing,‍⁠ we would’ve been​‌ back much sooner.”‌⁠

“Good⁠‍​ news, then.”

The​⁠​ rector extended his⁠ hand. Fernan placed‍ the duplicate recording⁠ in it.

“It​​ contains the battle​​ against the corrupted.​ With Aint’s actions⁠⁠ recorded, it will⁠‍‍ serve as solid⁠‌ proof.”

The​​ rector injected mana⁠ into the recording‍‍ without saying anything‍‍ further.

“These​‌ are strange times—a‍​‌ prince of the⁠⁠ kingdom offering his‌ people to the‌​ corrupted.”

“That’s⁠⁠ the true face‌​​ of power.”

“If‍‍⁠ they had succeeded,‍‍ what do you‍​ think would’ve happened?”‌​

“The‍‍ Empire’s security would’ve‌​ been in grave‍‍ danger.”

And⁠‍‍ not only Esrin—there⁠‍⁠ had also been‍‍ schemes attempted in‍‍ Alprosen. If both⁠​ kingdoms had fallen‍⁠​ to the corrupted,⁠‍ it would’ve been‌⁠⁠ a total disaster.⁠

“Aint’s⁠‍⁠ performance is impressive⁠ too. At his‍​‍ age, defeating Rahnas,‍⁠​ a class 1 monster. That reputation⁠‍ wasn’t exaggerated.”

There​⁠‌ was pride in⁠⁠⁠ the rector’s smile​​⁠ over the student’s⁠​‌ growth.

“But​​ it seems some⁠⁠ parts are cut.”​‌⁠

“The‌​‍ battle was too‌ chaotic; the mana‍‍‌ was interrupted several​ times.”

“Did‌ you perhaps use​‌ hidden Pellenberg forces?‍⁠ Whatever the case,⁠⁠⁠ I’ll overlook it.”​​‍

“Thank‌‍‌ you.”

Even⁠⁠ though he didn’t​​ really believe it,​ he wasn’t expecting‌ explanations either. Fernan⁠​‍ bowed his head.‍

“And⁠‌‍ about our situation,‍⁠⁠ how was it​​‌ resolved?”

“You’ll‌⁠​ be able to​‌⁠ remain at the​ Academy without any​ problems. Not a single complaint.”

“Really?”‍⁠

That⁠⁠ was strange.

“Surprised?‌ So am I.⁠⁠ What’s incredible is‌ that Schwaben didn’t‌‍‍ try to interfere.”⁠⁠

“…?”‌

That‍‍​ he hadn’t expected.‍‍ Did they really​⁠ let this opportunity‌​‌ slip by?

***‍

Elsewhere,⁠‍‌ Aint was receiving​ an unexpected visitor.‌

“Senior‌ Ludger? What brings‍ you to me…?”‌‌

The‍‍‌ reception room of‍‌‍ Ravidus Hall.

A prince of the‍ current imperial family⁠ and a noble⁠​‍ of the former​ royal family were​‍ face to face.⁠

The‌​ visitor was Ludger​ Schwaben.

The‌⁠ sudden visit caught‌ Aint so off⁠​ guard that he‍‌⁠ couldn’t hide his‌‍‍ bewilderment.

‘Why⁠‌‌ would he come‌⁠ looking for me?’‍

— I don’t get​ it either. Weren’t‌‍ the Schwaben the⁠ ones dead set⁠ on tearing you‍​ apart at the‍‌ first chance?

Gardner‍‌ Alfenparsen’s thought echoed⁠ Aint’s own.

Although‍ more than a problem with the​ Schwaben themselves, it‌‍ was an inevitable⁠‌​ consequence of the‌‍ relationship between the‍‍⁠ two houses.

“It’s‍​ been a while,⁠​‍ Aint. Did you‌⁠⁠ enjoy your long​ excursion?”

“It‍‍ wasn’t bad.”

“If​‌⁠ I ask what‌ you were doing,⁠ you won’t tell‍‌ me, will you?”‍‍

What‍‍ was he trying⁠‌⁠ to do?

Aint‌⁠ looked him in‍ the eyes for​ a moment, but‌‍‍ there was nothing​‌‍ to read—they were⁠‍ too calm.

“Yes,⁠‍‌ I’m sorry, but‍​‌ I can’t tell​​‌ you.”

“I⁠‍ figured. I understand.”‍‌‍

Ludger​ didn’t press the‍​‍ issue further and‌ sipped his tea.‌‌‍

“Did​‍⁠ you know this?⁠⁠ Since the Academy‌​ was founded, you’re​ the only ones‌ who have been​ absent for nearly​‍ two months without‌‌‌ a clear reason.”​

In‍ reality, they were‌‌ the only ones⁠ who had been⁠ able to skip‌ that long without​ facing consequences.

“Are⁠ you threatening me?”⁠​‍

“Not‍​ exactly. I’m just​‌‍ telling you nothing‌‍ will happen.”

“…Excuse⁠⁠ me?”

The⁠‌⁠ unexpected words made‍⁠ Aint open his⁠​ eyes wide.

“It‍‌ means Schwaben won’t​​‍ question what happened.‍ And if Schwaben​‌​ doesn’t, no one​⁠‌ else will dare.”⁠‍

Because⁠ it wasn’t just​‍ Armian—touching this matter‌‌‍ also meant dealing⁠‌ with Pellenberg, Bercheff,‍​⁠ and Fridian.

If‌⁠ Schwaben, who should‌ be the first​⁠ to raise the⁠‌ spear, didn’t act,‍‍‍ no one else⁠‌​ would.

“…What’s​ your intention with‌⁠ this?”

“How‌ unfair. Do you‌‌‍ think everything Schwaben‌ does must have⁠‍ a hidden motive?”‌‌⁠

“I⁠‍‍ was taught that​ every action of​ the nobility holds⁠‌⁠ meaning.”

“You’ve​ learned well.”

Ludger‍‍ smiled slightly.

“It’s‍‌ true. If there⁠‍‌ weren’t any intention,​‌ that would be⁠⁠ a lie. This‌​‍ is a gesture‌ of reconciliation from‌​​ Schwaben to Armian.”⁠

“Reconciliation?”‍

“They⁠ say Armian is‍​ strengthening its military.”‌‌

Across‍‍‍ the continent, knights‍​⁠ and soldiers were‍‌ flocking like bees,‌‌‌ drawn by Aint‍‌‌ Armian.

It​⁠‌ was something already​ widely known.

“For‌ us, that’s not⁠ very pleasant. It‍ feels like a challenge to imperial⁠⁠ authority. But His​​ Majesty sees it‌ as something even​ more serious.”

“More‌⁠⁠ serious?”

After​ taking another sip⁠ of tea, Ludger‌ continued calmly.

“Armies⁠‍‍ eat up money.‍ Yet Armian is​ recruiting like they​⁠⁠ have nothing to‌‍ lose, when for​ over a century‌ they lived in​‍⁠ practical isolation.”

Whatever‌ the reason, what​‌ was clear was⁠ that Armian didn’t​ have that kind‌‌ of wealth.

So,‌​ where was the⁠⁠⁠ money coming from?‍⁠‍

The​‌ answer was obvious.​​

“Pellenberg.”‌

The⁠‌‍ only place capable‌ of moving such‍‌ large sums with​⁠ ease.

The‌‍‍ only one willing‌ to lend that‍⁠ amount.

“And‌ considering your relationship⁠‌ with Fernan, there’s‌ no doubt it⁠‍ came from there.”‍⁠​

But⁠ the reasoning didn’t‍​‌ stop there.

“Fernan⁠‍ doesn’t let emotions‍ or friendships interfere​‌‍ when it comes‌ to money. Even‍ if he likes‍‍ you, lending funds⁠‍ is a completely​​​ different matter.”

Moreover,‍‌⁠ the Pellenberg were⁠ notorious for their‌​ ruthless usury.

“Even‍‍‍ so, Armian borrowed​​ from Pellenberg. You’re‍‌ recruiting troops, preparing⁠‌ for war.”

And‌ what did that‌⁠ mean?

Some‌ might say it​​ was to reclaim‍⁠⁠ the lost throne.​⁠⁠

But​‍​ Schwaben’s judgment was​​‍ something else.

“Demons.”​⁠

Ludger‍​ said it like​​ spitting venom.

“It‍​ means the demon​‍​ incursion is more‌‌⁠ serious than we‌‍ believe. That they’re​ closer than we⁠​ think.”

Isn’t​ that right?

He​‌‌ whispered it as​ if seeking confirmation,⁠ though he expected⁠​​ no answer.

Before‌‍⁠ Aint could respond,‌​‌ he continued speaking.⁠

“That’s⁠‍ why Schwaben has⁠ decided not to‍​ question this matter.‍ It’s our gesture‌ of reconciliation toward‍ Armian.”

The‍‌‌ throne was important,‍ and Armian was‌‍ unpleasant—but.

“It’s​‍‍ preferable to let​​ that go than​‍​ to have demons⁠​⁠ destroy the continent.”⁠‌

Ludger⁠ extended his hand.‌​‍

“This⁠​ is Schwaben’s will‍‌ right now.”

And‍ then he added.‌⁠‌

“What⁠ is Armian’s?”

“……”‌⁠

Aint‍ could not answer‍⁠‌ lightly.

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