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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 205

Chapter 205

“Long⁠ time no see,⁠ Professor.”

After⁠​ finishing his meeting‌⁠ with the rector,‍‍‍ Fernan didn’t take⁠‍ a break and‍​‍ moved immediately.

The​ next person he‍ sought out was‍ Professor Rosalia.

“Well,​​‍ that was quite‌ a long trip.”⁠‌​

“Yes,‍ there was quite‍ a bit of‍⁠⁠ work.”

After‍‌​ those words, a brief silence filled‍ the room. Fernan​⁠ took a sip‍‌⁠ of coffee without⁠‍ saying anything.

“Why⁠‌ such a pause⁠‌‍ before speaking? What‌​⁠ do you want‍⁠ to say?”

“I‌ have some news⁠‌⁠ I’m sure you’ll‌⁠‍ love.”

“Then‌‍‍ why drag it​ out?”

“Because‍ I also bring​‍‌ other news for​ which I must​ ask your forgiveness.”​​

“Forgiveness?”⁠

Rosalia⁠​⁠ brought a cigarette⁠‌​ to her lips.​‌

“Will⁠‌ you grant it​ to me?”

“Normally,​‌ one explains what⁠‌ happened first before⁠‍‍ asking for forgiveness.”​‌⁠

“Will‌‌⁠ you grant it⁠​​ to me?”

“You’re⁠ scaring me.”

Fuu—​

With‍‍⁠ mana-infused smoke, she‌‌‌ formed the image‍⁠ of a sailing‍ ship in the⁠ air.

“In‌‌‌ my memory, you’ve‍ never said anything‍​‍ like this before.”‍​

“A​​⁠ sailboat? How did‌‌​ you do that?”‌

“I​ manipulated the mana.​‍ Now tell me‌ why you want​​⁠ forgiveness.”

“If‍‌ the good news​‌‌ is good enough,‌‍​ grant me the‍ forgiveness.”

“You⁠‌ want to negotiate‍⁠ with me?”

What⁠​ kind of matter​‍‌ was this to‌‌ bring it up​ as a trade?‌

Rosalia’s‍⁠⁠ curiosity only grew.‌‍​

Though⁠ the same could‌‍‌ be said about⁠⁠ the “good news”—Fernan​‌ wasn’t someone who‌ uttered empty words,​ so it had‍⁠ to be something​​‍ truly important.

“Alright.‌‍‍ I’ll listen first​‌ and then decide.”‌​‌

“Thank​ you.”

“I‌ said I’d decide​⁠‌ after listening.”

Fernan‌‌ pulled from his‍ chest a book‌ he had carefully⁠ kept.

“…Is‌ this?”

Rosalia’s​⁠ eyes widened—the cover‍⁠‌ was familiar to⁠ her.

“It’s⁠‍ what you think.”⁠‌‍

“A‌‍ corrupted’s book?”

Rosalia​‍⁠ opened it urgently.​​ As expected, nothing⁠‌​ was written inside.​⁠‍ She injected mana.​‌ Nothing.

“It’s⁠‌‌ authentic, for sure.”​

“Do⁠ you like it?”⁠

“How​ could I not?⁠‍ I was just⁠‌‌ intrigued by its‍⁠ principle.”

The⁠‌​ will to unravel‌ all its secrets‌‍⁠ burned within her.⁠​‌

“It’s‍‍ the first time‌​⁠ I show it⁠‍ to you, Professor.”⁠⁠‍

Within‍​ the Academy, Rosalia​⁠ was the mage‍‍ Fernan trusted the⁠‍ most. And also‍‍ the most brilliant.‌⁠

That’s‍​‍ why, if there​‍‌ was anyone to​⁠ entrust the book​​ to, it was‌‌⁠ her.

“Not​ even the rector‌​‌ knows?”

“No.”​⁠

At​ that response, Rosalia’s⁠ eyes softened, pleased.⁠‌​

It‌​‌ was quite the⁠‌ privilege to research⁠​‍ something even the​‍ rector didn’t know⁠⁠ about.

Fernan‌‍ didn’t miss the‍‍ chance.

“Do‍ you happen to‌‌ know Alpion Alprosen?”​

“The⁠⁠​ first prince of​ Alprosen, right? Why‍ mention him suddenly?”‍‌

“His‌​‌ Highness said you‍‌ used to talk‌ a lot with‍ him.”

“…What?”‌‌

Rosalia‌ furrowed her brow,⁠ incredulous.

“Spreading‍⁠ baseless rumors now?⁠ Using me for‌‌ those tricks?”

“I⁠‌‍ found a photo‍ of you two,‌​ very close together.”⁠

“……!”⁠

Rosalia​ stopped cold.

Fernan​⁠⁠ expected her to‍‍ deny it or​ get flustered.

But‍⁠ no—she simply seemed‌ to remember.

“It⁠‌‌ was nothing special.‍​ He just insisted‌‍ a lot on‍​‍ taking a picture‌‍​ with me, so⁠‍​ I agreed.”

“That’s‌​​ all?”

“That’s⁠​ all. We barely‌​ exchanged words, didn’t​⁠⁠ share anything special.”‌​⁠

Well,​ they were practice​ partners at one‌ point. That’s why‍‍ there was a photo.

“He‌ wasn’t bad. At​‍⁠ least he wasn’t⁠​ a burden, so‍​ it was worth​ showing a bit‍ of courtesy.”

“And⁠‍​ nothing more?”

“Nothing‌​⁠ more? Should there⁠ have been?”

“I⁠‌‍ got the impression‌‌ you still hold​‍ him dear.”

“So​ what?”

Rosalia‌‌​ tapped ash into‌‍​ the ashtray.

“What‍⁠ does that have‌​⁠ to do with⁠ me?”

“Ah…”‍​

“So⁠ you used me‍⁠ to get close⁠ to Alpion. If​ you were anyone⁠ else, I’d turn‌⁠ you into an‍​ ice statue right‍‍​ now. But since‌‍ you brought me‍⁠‍ a corrupted’s book,‍⁠ I’ll let it⁠ slide…”

Harder⁠ than hatred was​‍​ that absolute indifference.‌‌​

Fernan‍⁠​ felt sorry for​ Alpion.

“Did⁠⁠​ he really talk‌​ about me? Well,⁠⁠ if so, I hope you at⁠‍‍ least spoke well⁠‌‍ of me…”

He​ still held feelings.‌​‌

***​⁠‌

The‍ highlight of the‌‌⁠ Academy’s foundation anniversary‍‍‌ festival was, of‌⁠ course, the two‌‍‌ tournaments—the knight’s jousting‌​⁠ tournament and the⁠ mage’s magic tournament.‍​⁠

Fernan,‌⁠ accompanied by Luina,‍⁠ went to watch​ the jousting and⁠​‍ sat in the‌‍ VIP seats, where⁠‌ an attendant offered‍‌‌ him a cocktail.​⁠‍

“Who⁠ do you think⁠‌​ will win?”

“Almon.”​

In​‍ the arena stood​ the third-year vice-leader‌​‍ of the Knight‌ Department, Almon Donertz,‌ and the fourth-year⁠‍⁠ third-ranked, Alkan Domirn,‌⁠‌ facing off.

Though⁠‌‌ Alkan was from​ a higher year,⁠⁠ to Luina the​‌ difference between them‍⁠‍ was obvious.

“Then‍​‍ I bet right.”⁠

“You​ placed a bet?”‍‌

“Yes.”‌‍‌

“How​​ much?”

“Let’s​ just say I used all the‍‍‌ staff. Nothing special.”‌

“…Very​ modest, of course.”⁠​​

Luina‍ clicked her tongue‌⁠​ at Fernan’s scale.⁠‌

As⁠ they talked, Almon​‌‍ and Alkan charged⁠⁠⁠ at each other.‌​‌

────!⁠‌⁠

The​‍‍ first clash didn’t‌⁠ decide anything, but​​ Almon’s calm expression,‌ compared to Alkan’s​​ tense face, made‍ the difference clear.‌​‌

“If‌ nothing strange happens,‌⁠ the winner will⁠​‍ be either Almon⁠⁠ or Valoshi. One‌‌‌ of those two.”‌‌‍

“I​‌‍ think so too.”‌⁠

That​⁠⁠ day, Fernan had‍⁠​ only come to‌‍ confirm with his⁠ own eyes what‌​‍ he already suspected.⁠​

The‌⁠ match went as‌⁠‌ expected—after three indecisive​​‍ charges, the sword‌‍‌ duel gave Almon​​⁠ an easy victory.⁠

For‌‍ a quarterfinal, it‌​​ had been too⁠​ brief, which only​​​ proved Almon’s superior​‍ level.

With‌‌ the joust over,​‌​ Fernan turned his‌​‍ attention to the‌ next event.

In‌‌‌ fact, for him,⁠ this was the​‍ main course.

“The⁠ fourth-year leader of⁠ the Magic Department,⁠‍ Liana Horton! Her‍​‌ opponent, third-year third-ranked,⁠‍‍ Carlo Deneb!”

A duel between two​ of the tournament’s‌​ favorites.

Although⁠ Carlo held the⁠‌ third spot, in‌ Fernan’s opinion, he​​‌ should’ve been the​‌ true first.

The​‍‌ difference lay in⁠‍‍ the assigned partners—Fernan​‍ had Luina, Ludger‌‍​ had Almon, but​ Carlo had no​⁠‍ teammate of that​‍ level.

And‍‍ his opponent was​ none other than⁠⁠ last year’s champion,‌‍⁠ who had never‌ lost first place.​

“Who⁠ do you think‌‍‍ will win between⁠ them?”

“Mages⁠ always keep hidden‍‌ cards, it’s hard‍ to say. You​ should understand it‍ better than I.”​

“If‍‍‌ my calculations are​‍‍ correct, the winner​ should be Liana.”​⁠‍

However,​ there was a detail—during the break,⁠‌‍ Professor Dominique had‌ taken Carlo as‌ his direct pupil.‌‌

If⁠‍ that were all,​‍‍ Fernan would’ve ignored⁠‍ it—but something made​‍​ him uneasy.

“Is​​⁠ something bothering you?”⁠⁠⁠

“I‍​‍ can’t say exactly…​ I just feel‍‌ something changed.”

Was‌⁠‌ it his heightened‍‍‌ sensitivity after consuming​‌⁠ the Dragon Heart?⁠​ He had a bad feeling.

He⁠‍​ had come to‍‌​ verify that feeling​⁠‌ and, along the⁠ way, place the‌⁠ right bet.

“Did​⁠ you already bet?”​

“No,⁠​ not yet. Betting‌ on Liana doesn’t‌​‍ pay much, and⁠‌‌ if I lose,​‌​ I lose everything.”‍‍‌

Most⁠‌ people believed in‌⁠ Liana’s victory. It⁠ was logical—Carlo had⁠‌‌ even lost to‍​⁠ Aria in his​​ first year, while​⁠ Liana had been​​⁠ crowned champion.

“But​‌ if I bet⁠‌‌ the other way‌ just on a hunch and lose,​‌ it would be‍ unbearable. Better not⁠‍ to bet.”

“Makes⁠ sense.”

“Want‍‍‍ some chocolate?”

“Thanks.”⁠⁠​

At⁠‍ that moment, Liana⁠‌ and Carlo stood​⁠⁠ facing each other.⁠

“Begin!”‌‌

────!‌‌⁠

At⁠‌ the start, a white lightning bolt⁠⁠‌ covered the entire​‌⁠ arena.

“What⁠ speed in spellcasting…​‌ a bluff?”

“Yes,‌‌​ pure distraction.”

Most‌‍ of those lightning⁠ bolts were luminous‌⁠‌ illusions meant to​‌‌ steal the eye.​‍

The‌​‌ real ones were​‌ only a few.​‌⁠

Liana‌‌⁠ wasn’t naïve—she blocked‌ the discharge with‌ a wall of‍ fire without any‌ problem.

─!‌‍

The‍‌‍ fire not only‍​‌ resisted—it pushed the​⁠​ lightning back, flooding‍​ the arena with‌‍‌ real heat and⁠‌‍ light.

Carlo​ responded immediately—this time,‍‌⁠ he launched real⁠ lightning bolts.

Fire‌ and thunder clashed.‌​ The shockwave shook‌​ the arena. Scorching‌ fragments and electric‌‍ discharges flew in⁠​⁠ all directions.

“Wizard‌ battles really are⁠​ spectacular.”

“The⁠ Royal Knights aren’t​⁠⁠ far behind—a single‍​​ strike from one‍⁠‌ of them can‍ split a building‍‍ or a mountain.”​‌‍

Fernan​ knew this well​ after seeing Kimaris⁠ fight two Royal‍‍ Knights.

“Isn’t⁠⁠‌ that comparison a bit exaggerated?”

“At​ this age, with‌‍⁠ this level, they’re‍⁠​ candidates to become‍​ Archmages.”

────!⁠​⁠

Fire‍​‍ and lightning entwined.⁠

Carlo​​ was reduced to⁠‌​ ashes—just a decoy.⁠‌

A lightning bolt struck‌ above Liana’s head,​⁠ but she had‌‌ already reappeared further‍ away.

The​​‌ magical barriers protecting‍ the audience vibrated‌⁠⁠ at their limit.‌‌

“Who’s​‌ winning?”

“I​ can’t understand a thing!”

The‍‌​ flames and lightning​ were swallowing everything,‌‌ and few could⁠‌​ follow the action.‍

Until⁠ a moment ago,⁠‌​ neither could Fernan.​‍​

‘What⁠ is this…?’

Suddenly,‌‌⁠ he could see‌‌‌ it.

The​ flows of mana.‍​​

The​ magical formations.

The⁠ movements of both.​‌‍

As​ if he had​‍ obtained the legendary‍ dragon’s eyes.

No—more‌ than seeing it,‍​​ he was sensing⁠‍⁠ it.

His‍⁠​ vision was sharper.‌⁠

His‌ hearing more acute.‌

His‍​‌ touch more refined.​

And​ a sixth sense‌ he couldn’t explain.‍​⁠

Unknown‍ sensations had opened‌⁠ before him.

Every‍‌ mage sharpened their​‍ senses as they‍ advanced.

But⁠ this was on⁠ another level.

“…What⁠‍ is this?”

“What’s‌ going on?”

“…Nothing.”‍​​

‘Could⁠ it be because⁠‍ of the Dragon‍⁠ Heart…?’

It​ was the only‌⁠ explanation.

‘Then‌​​ this is… a dragon’s perception?’

At‍‍ that moment—

“……!”‌⁠

A searing headache and​ a brutal mana‌ drain struck him.‌‌​

Fernan‌​ was used to⁠ the pain of⁠⁠‌ prophetic visions, but⁠ this was worse.​‌

Cold‍​ sweat drenched his⁠ back.

He⁠⁠⁠ forcibly shut off‍ his senses. The​​⁠ false omnipotence disappeared,⁠​‌ but the pain‍ remained.

“…Your‌⁠‌ face? Are you⁠⁠⁠ okay?”

Luina,‌​⁠ alarmed, supported him.‍

“…It’s‍​​ nothing.”

“With⁠‍ that face, you​‌ say it’s nothing?!‍‌​ We’re going to⁠ the infirmary now.”‌

“No,‍​‌ I’m…”

“I’ll‍⁠ drag you there‍‍ if I have‌ to.”

She⁠ wrapped his arm⁠ over her shoulder​​​ and pulled him‍​‌ firmly.

The‌⁠ curious looks didn’t‍‍‌ matter to her.⁠​‍

“…Fine.‌ I’ll go.”

‘In‍​ any case, I’ve​‍​ already confirmed what⁠‌⁠ I needed.’

Even‍‍ if it lasted‍ only a moment,​‍ he had seen‍​ enough—in every aspect,​‌ Liana held the‌ advantage.

Carlo⁠‍ had improved, but​ the reigning champion‌‍‍ was too tall‍​ a wall to‍‍ overcome.

‘The‍ winner is Liana.​ I’ll bet everything​⁠⁠ on her…’

And​‍⁠ then—

Uwaaaaaahhhh!​⁠

The‌‌⁠ roar of the‌ crowd shook the‌​​ arena.

Fernan‌‍ realized the outcome​ had already arrived.‌

“Luina,​ wait. I just​‍‍ want to see⁠ who won and—”​

“Liana‌‌ lost!”

“Carlo‍‌‍ won!”

“Incredible!‍ He cast a spell into the​‍ air and used‍ the opening to‌‌⁠ hit her dead⁠​​ on!”

‘What?’‍

Fernan‌⁠‍ turned sharply.

Just⁠ as they said—even​ though the flames‍‍​ still burned and‌​ the winner was⁠⁠​ as battered as‌‍ the loser—standing was‌‍​ Carlo Deneb, not‌​ Liana.

“The‌ winner, Carlo Deneb!”‌‍⁠

The⁠​⁠ referee announced the⁠⁠ result.

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