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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 206

Chapter 206

An⁠‍⁠ unexpected event occurred.‍

The​​ defeat of Liana‍‌ Horton, whom everyone​ had pointed to​​ as the winner⁠‌ of the Magic​ Tournament.

“No‌‍‍ way…! How could‍‌‌ Liana Horton lose?”⁠‌‌

“Carlo‍​‍ Deneb? The same​ one who lost​ to Aria Fridian​ last year? He⁠‌⁠ even dropped to‍​ third place in​⁠ the ranking of​‍​ his class!”

The‍‌ champion of last‍‍⁠ year’s tournament, the⁠ top of fourth‍​‍ year, against the‍ third place of‍​ third year who​‍ had lost to​‌​ a first-year student.​‍‌

To​‌ anyone, the outcome⁠‍ should have been⁠​‍ obvious.

That’s‌‍‌ why the impact‌⁠‍ was even greater.⁠‌

And‌‍ for those who⁠ had bet without⁠​ restraint, trusting in​⁠ the certainty of​⁠ a guaranteed victory,‌⁠ the blow was‍ devastating.

“…My⁠⁠‌ money. All my‍‍ money…”

It‍‍‍ had vanished into⁠‍ thin air.

It‌⁠‍ wasn’t a small‌‍‍ sum—he had bet⁠​‌ enormous amounts, even⁠​‍ mobilizing employees of‍ the Golden Turtle⁠‍​ Guild.

“Are⁠⁠ you okay?”

“No,​⁠‍ I’m not.”

“When‍​⁠ mana backlashes, you​⁠ say it’s nothing,​ but when you‌⁠ lose money you‍‍ insist you’re not​ okay.”

Luina​⁠ let out a disbelieving laugh. But⁠‌​ in a way,​​‍ that reaction was‌‍ very typical of‍‍⁠ Fernan.

If​‍‍ he had said​⁠‌ that the money⁠​ didn’t matter, she⁠‌​ would’ve thought he‍ was truly unwell.‍

“They‍​‍ said Senior Liana​⁠ cast a spell​ into the air.‌ Could it be​ that Carlo learned‍ illusion magic?”

“Yes,‌ illusion magic. Carlo‌⁠⁠ studied under Professor‌‌ Dominique during the‌‍ break.”

And​⁠‍ Dominique’s classes were‌ specifically on Illusions​​​ and Arcane Magic.​

“The​​‍ key to illusion⁠‌ magic is disturbing⁠​ the opponent’s senses.‍ Great illusionists can‌​ do it without‌ catalysts, but if‍‌ catalysts are used,‍⁠ it’s much easier.”‌⁠​

Sight,‍⁠‍ hearing, smell, taste,‌⁠⁠ and touch.

“Lightning‌‍ is light, and‍⁠⁠ light is an‍ excellent medium to​​ distort vision…”

Come​​ to think of‍ it, Carlo had‍‌⁠ a naturally ideal⁠ foundation to learn‍‌⁠ illusion magic.

If​⁠ Dominique had decided⁠‌⁠ to teach him⁠​ thoroughly.

And⁠ if Liana, caught⁠‌ off guard, was​‌‍ surprised by that⁠⁠ hidden attack?

“…That‍ makes everything add​ up.”

Carlo‌‌ winning stopped being‍‌ senseless.

Even​⁠ more so if⁠​⁠ he had never‍⁠⁠ shown illusion magic‍​‍ before and had⁠‍​ saved it specifically⁠‍ for facing Liana.⁠‌

“Really?”‍​

“Yes,‍‍ but that opens‍‌‌ another problem.”

“What​⁠ is it?”

“Illusion​⁠ magic shines when‍ it goes unnoticed.⁠ Its essence is⁠ deception—making the false‍ seem real. And‍​ once the opponent‍⁠​ knows there’s a trick, fooling them​ becomes much harder.”⁠‍

If‌‌ he kept advancing,‍⁠‍ he’d likely face​​‌ Ludger in the​ final.

And⁠‍ Ludger was a cold and calculating‍⁠ mage—not easy to‍ deceive.

“But‍ wasn’t Carlo originally‍ more talented than​​ Ludger?”

“That’s​‍ true, but don’t‌​ forget Ludger also‍ spent his break‍​⁠ training. It won’t⁠​ be easy.”

Besides,​‍ when someone achieves​⁠ a great upset,‌​‌ they often fall‌‌ flat in the​⁠ next round.

“That’s‌⁠ what they call⁠ ‘the wind was⁠‌⁠ just wind.’”

“Yes,‍⁠ it happens among⁠⁠ knights too—they defeat‌⁠⁠ a strong opponent⁠​‌ and then lose​‍‌ helplessly in the‌ next match.”

Sometimes‌⁠‍ because they gave‍‌ it their all,‍ but more often⁠⁠ because the surprise⁠ no longer works‍‌‍ a second time.​

“A⁠ dilemma—a single mistake⁠ and the money’s⁠‌​ gone.”

“Then‌‍‍ maybe it’s best​ not to bet.”‍‍‍

“Maybe​ you’re right. By​ the way, how⁠​‌ long do you‍⁠⁠ plan to stay​‌ here?”

They​‌ were in the​ Academy’s infirmary.

Fernan,‌ already treated, was‌ resting in a private room, and‍⁠⁠ Luina was keeping​‌‌ him company, sitting‌‍‍ beside his bed.‌⁠⁠

“If‌ I leave, you’ll​⁠‍ get up right‌ away.”

“I’m​​‍ fine already.”

“Your​‌ pale face says‌‍‍ otherwise. The healer‌ said there’s nothing‍ physically wrong, so‌ it must be‌ exhaustion. And with‌ how much you⁠ work, I’m not‌ surprised.”

Fernan‍‍ had always carried⁠ the weight of‌⁠‍ his studies and‍⁠​ the Guild’s business,‌‌ on top of‍⁠⁠ fighting against the​ corrupted. It was‍‍⁠ only natural that⁠​ his body would⁠‍ catch up with‌ him.

“I⁠‌ told you it⁠⁠​ was mana backlash.”‍‌⁠

“If⁠‌‍ a mere spectator⁠‍‌ of a tournament⁠‍​ suffers mana backlash,​‌‍ then yes—it’s serious.‌ You have to​‌ rest today. Hyde‍‍ will take care‍‌​ of everything, right?”⁠‌⁠

Hyde‍ had already stopped​ by earlier, although​ in reality, he‍ had left quickly⁠‍ upon seeing Fernan​‌ arrive leaning on​⁠⁠ Luina.

She⁠ took an apple⁠‍​ from the fruit‍​⁠ basket Hyde had​ left behind.

“Want​‍ me to peel​​ it?”

“I’d‍‌​ rather you sculpt​‍⁠ me a gold⁠ bar. I’ll pay‌​‍ royalties.”

“Settle‍​​ for the apple.”⁠‍

Crunch,⁠‌‌ crunch—

Luina‍⁠ peeled the apple‍ and handed it⁠ to Fernan.

“Thanks…”​​‍

At‍‍‍ that moment, the‍​ fruit fell from⁠​ his hand.

Fernan​ closed his eyes.​‍

“Fernan?‍ Fernan…!”

Luina’s‌⁠ voice began to‍⁠‍ fade away.

In‌⁠⁠ his mind, the⁠ pages of the‍ cursed book began‍ to unfold.

[ A dark room.⁠

After​‍​ finishing his classes,‍‍ Aint entered and​‌‌ sensed a strange⁠​‌ presence.

“…Duke?”⁠

The‍​ figure, not bothering​‌‌ to hide, was​‌ waiting for him‌⁠ at the table.‍‌

“It’s​⁠‍ been a while,​ Aint Armian.”

“Likewise,​​‍ Your Excellency.”

It⁠ was Yvon, the‍‍‌ Duke of Pellenberg.‍⁠ With a gesture,‌ he indicated the‍‍⁠ seat in front​ of him.

“I⁠⁠ must apologize for‍‍ appearing so suddenly.⁠​​ The matter is‌ confidential. Please sit.”‍‍

“Is⁠‌ it something urgent?”⁠​‌

“Urgent‍‍ and very important.”‌

Aint​ sat down. But‍‌ what the duke⁠ said next had‌‌⁠ no apparent relation.⁠

“First,‌⁠‌ I want to‌​‌ thank you. Fernan​ has left the‍⁠ Empire safe and‍‌​ sound. All he⁠⁠ has left is‌‌⁠ Hyde and a few coins, but‌‌ that boy will‌⁠ know how to‌ survive.” ]

…That⁠⁠‌ I left the‌‍ Empire?

Fernan‍ flinched, but quickly​​‌ understood.

The⁠ prophetic book had⁠‍‌ twisted. What he‌ was seeing was‌​ no longer a possible future.

There‌‌ was no reason‌ to be afraid.‌​​

[ “Ever since the‍​‌ Pasa Bell was‍​ destroyed by the​‍ corrupted, we’ve been‍ searching for materials‌‌ to forge it​⁠​ anew.”

“Of⁠ course.”

If‍ the corrupted had​​⁠ gone to such‍‌​ lengths to destroy⁠ it, it was​ proof of its‍ effectiveness.

For‍⁠⁠ Aint and the⁠ duke, remaking it‍‍‍ was an absolute​‍ necessity.

“I​ have good news‍‍⁠ and bad news.”‍

“Did‍​ you find the⁠⁠‌ materials?”

“We‍​‍ found mithril. We⁠​ estimate around ten​‌​ kilos.”

Only‌‍‍ ten kilos, but‌‍ for mithril, that‍‌‍ was no small​‍⁠ amount.

“And⁠‌​ the bad?”

“That‌⁠ the corrupted are​‍⁠ looking for it​ too. Apparently, word⁠‍⁠ has spread that⁠‌‍ we’re trying to⁠​​ remake the bell.”⁠⁠ ]

Mithril…?⁠

Barely‌ ten kilos. Fernan​‌ clicked his tongue‌‌ at such a “small” scale.

But⁠‌​ he immediately scolded⁠​ himself for his​ rotten mindset.

‘Mithril,⁠ and I say​⁠ barely? You really‍⁠ are insane, Fernan‌⁠⁠ Pellenberg.’

The​ fact that the‌ First Emperor had‍ stored away dozens⁠ of kilos of​ that metal had‌ made him overly⁠‍​ confident. When in⁠ reality, a single⁠⁠​ gram of mithril⁠ was priceless.

And‌‌ worst of all,⁠ he couldn’t allow​⁠​ it to fall‍‌ into the hands⁠⁠ of the corrupted.‍⁠

Imagining‌‌ how those worms⁠‍ would treat something‌⁠⁠ so valuable, without​‌ even understanding its‌‍⁠ true worth, was‍ horrifying.

[ “We have reports‍ that monsters are‌​ already abundant in⁠⁠‍ the area. That’s⁠ why I came⁠‍ to find you.”‌

The‌ mithril hadn’t been‌ found in Pellenberg‍​ territory nor in‌⁠ an area under⁠ its influence.

Because​ of that, deploying‍‍​ a large military‌‍​ force was impossible.‌

The⁠ task had to‍​ be done by‍⁠‍ a small group,‍​ quietly. And when⁠‍‍ it came to‍ monsters and the⁠⁠‌ corrupted, no one⁠ was more suited‍​⁠ than Aint Armian.‍⁠‍

“Of⁠ course.”

“But‍⁠ I don’t intend‌‌‍ to leave you‍‌⁠ with the whole‍⁠ burden. I’ll assign‌‍ you to the‍⁠‌ Order of the‌​​ Red Turtle Knights.”‌‍⁠

Upon​ hearing that, Aint’s‍⁠‌ eyes opened wide.‍‍ It was Pellenberg’s⁠​ best knight order.⁠

“Really?‍⁠‌ If it’s the‌ Red Turtle, they’d‌‍⁠ be enough on​‍‍ their own.”

“There​ can be no​ mistakes in this⁠‍⁠ mission. The corrupted‍​‍ have failed before,‍‌ so they’ll be‌‌‍ even more cautious.‌ They won’t show‌⁠ a single crack⁠ of weakness.”

“Understood.”‌​

“I’ll‌‌ take care of‍‌‌ the Academy myself.”​⁠

The​‌‌ page turned.

[“There‌ are too many.”​‌⁠

Inside‍‍​ the cave, Aint​​ looked up as‌ he sensed the‍⁠ presence of countless⁠​‌ monsters.

— It was to​⁠⁠ be expected. But‌​‌ look at it⁠‌ from another angle.‌‍‍

— If a bunch‌‌ of fools who‍ don’t even understand‌⁠‍ the importance of⁠‌ the mineral are‌‌ defending it so‍ fiercely, it means‍ the Pasa Bell​ really did hurt‌​​ them deeply.

“Was⁠⁠ it the same‍ a thousand years‌ ago?”

— It had little‌‍‌ effect on the‍⁠​ demons. But on‍⁠⁠ monsters, especially low-ranked​ ones, it was​⁠​ devastating.

“Then‍⁠​ we must obtain⁠‍ it no matter​⁠‌ the cost.”]

The‍‌ vision ended with⁠‍‍ Aint and the‌‍‍ Red Turtle Knights‍⁠ venturing deeper into‌ the cave.

This‌‍‍ time, there was‍​ only a single‌ prophecy. But it‍‍‌ was of incalculable‌⁠ value.

Fernan‌‍ had gained two‍‌‍ certainties.

‘That‌ the Pasa Bell‍​ is tremendously effective‌ against demons, and​‌ the location of‍⁠​ ten kilos of⁠‍ mithril.’

He‍‌ had to secure⁠​ it at all​ costs. Mithril was⁠ never enough, and‍ its value was‍ beyond measure.

“…Fernan…!”​‌‌

‘But‌⁠ leaving immediately after​ returning almost two​​‌ months late? Would⁠⁠ even the rector‌‌ allow something like‍ that?’

‘No,⁠‌⁠ I’ll have to​​​ use another excuse.’⁠⁠

A viable idea came⁠‌‍ to him, though​‌‌ the problem was​ he wouldn’t be‌ able to bring⁠ Aint or the​​ others along.

The⁠ difference between facing‍ the corrupted with‍ Aint or without‌‌​ him was immense.‍‌

‘In‍ that case…’

Fernan‍‍‍ found the answer​‍‍ in the prophetic​‌⁠ book itself. Pellenberg.‍​ His father knew‍ he read those​ visions.

“Fernan…!”‌‍

A strong jolt brought‌ him back to⁠⁠ consciousness. Luina’s worried⁠‌​ face was right‍⁠​ in front of‌‌ him.

“…What‍‌ are you doing?”​‌

“How‍‌ could I not‌⁠‌ worry if you‌ suddenly start groaning​​ and sweating cold?”⁠

“It’s​​​ nothing serious.”

“This‌ is anything but‍‍ nothing. It’s not‌ the first time.​​ I’m bringing a healer.”

“Really,‍​ I’m fine…”

But⁠ Luina didn’t listen.‌ She disappeared and‌‍ soon returned with‍ a healing mage.​

“Pain‌‌‌ again? The body‍ is in perfect⁠‍ condition, no abnormalities…”‌‌

Of⁠ course. They couldn’t‌​ find anything, because‌ it was all​ due to the‌‌ information overload from⁠ the prophetic book.​​⁠

“Seems‌‌​ like exhaustion. I recommend several days‌​‌ of rest.”

The⁠ healer bowed and‍‌ left.

“Did‌​ you hear that?”‌​​

“What?”‍‌

“You’re⁠⁠ not leaving this‍⁠​ room today.”

“…Understood.​ But, is it‍⁠⁠ necessary for you​​‌ to stay with​⁠​ me?”

“Don’t​​ even dream of⁠‍ escaping.”

The‍​‌ firm gleam in⁠ Luina’s eyes forced​ him to nod.⁠​

“At⁠​⁠ least, can I write a letter?”‌‌‌

“Yes.”​‍

Fernan​⁠⁠ took up the⁠​ pen and began‍⁠‌ writing while organizing⁠​ his next move.‍‌⁠

‘Tomorrow⁠‍ I must go⁠⁠ see Professor Rosalia…’‌

He‌‍ had to act​‌‌ quickly. Before the⁠ demons destroyed the​⁠ mithril.

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