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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 207

Chapter 207

“Today⁠‌‍ you must rest​​ until the end​ of the day.”⁠

“Understood.”‌⁠

“I​ mean it.”

As​​ evening fell, Luina​ returned to the‌ Ravidus Hall. The‌‍​ next day, Fernan,‌​ who for the‌ first time in‍ a long while‍⁠ had done nothing⁠ and had slept‌‌​ deeply, woke up​ in a good​‌ mood.

Hyde‍ entered with breakfast.​‌‌

“How​⁠ do you feel?”‍‍‍

“My‍‍‍ head is clear.”⁠

The‍ headache had disappeared‍‍ as if it​‍‍ had never existed.⁠⁠ No, in fact,​ he felt even⁠‍​ more refreshed.

“Please,​ from now on,​‌ take better care⁠‍⁠ of your body.‍‌ What’s this about‍‌ working until exhaustion?”​‍‍

“It’s​‌ not exhaustion, it’s​‍⁠ a side effect‌​ of using the​ prophetic vision.”

“Is‍⁠⁠ it that serious?‌​​ Last time it​ wasn’t to the‍⁠⁠ point of coughing‌​ blood and fainting.”‍

“That⁠⁠ was a different‍‌ matter.”

“Huh?”‍‌

Fernan⁠‌ continued explaining slowly.‌⁠​ Upon hearing it​ all, Hyde was⁠ stunned.

“…Are‌⁠⁠ you saying it’s‍​ an effect of‍‍‌ the Dragon Heart?”​

“That’s‍ right. Feeling the​⁠‍ senses of a dragon with a human body, it​‌‍ seems I suffered‍ an overload. Now⁠ that I know,‌⁠ I’ll be more⁠‌​ careful.”

“So,‍⁠⁠ your current physical‌‍⁠ condition is…?”

“Actually,‍ better than before.”‌​

“Congratulations.”​‌

Fernan‌‌​ tried a spoonful⁠‌‍ of creamy soup.‌‌‌

“And‍‍ the letter?”

“I‍‍ sent it via⁠ the express route‌⁠ through the Golden‌ Turtle Guild. But​ does it relate⁠‍ to the prophetic⁠‍ vision?”

“It⁠‌⁠ does. Ten kilograms‌‍‍ of mithril appeared.​‌ They say the‍ corrupt plan to‌​ destroy it.”

“Then⁠​⁠ we must stop‍‍‍ them.”

“Not‍​ just stop them,‌ we must obtain‍ it.”

He⁠ tore a soft‍​ piece of bread‍‌ and dipped it‍​⁠ in the soup;‍‌⁠ the buttery aroma‌ filled his nose.‌

“Ah,⁠ so that letter…‍‍ did you send⁠⁠​ it to your​‌ father?”

“I‍⁠ requested reinforcements. I’ll⁠ go myself.”

The⁠ location was deep‍‍ in the mountains.⁠‍ Fernan had never⁠‍ been there, so​ he would have‌​ to rely solely‌​ on the vision’s‍ contents. If he‌‍⁠ didn’t go in‍ person, locating it‌⁠‌ would be even⁠ harder. Moreover, he‍ couldn’t take a large army into⁠​‍ foreign territory.

“But‍‌‍ will the rector‍ grant permission? Even‌​ if he overlooked​‍​ it the first‍ time…”

“That’s⁠ why this time‍⁠ I’ll use a different excuse.”

“A⁠⁠ different excuse?”

“The⁠‍​ same as with‍​‍ Valerich.”

“Then‌‍‌ you won’t be‌ able to take​​‌ Aint Armian.”

“That’s​‌ why I asked‌ my father for‍‌⁠ help.”

And‌​‌ besides, Professor Rosalia​⁠​ was worth a hundred. When it‌ came to demons,⁠‌⁠ Aint was unmatched,‍⁠‍ but in terms⁠ of pure strength,​⁠ she surpassed him.‍​

“Will​​ Professor Rosalia agree​‌ to go?”

“I’m‍ going to talk⁠ to her right‍⁠ now.”

Fernan​⁠‌ was convinced she​‌⁠ would accept without‍‌ hesitation.

“A⁠​ mage who ignores‌‍‍ mithril stops being⁠ a mage.”

The‌ three great metals:‌​ adamantite, orichalcum, and​​‌ mithril.

All​‍⁠ were valuable for‍ research materials, but‍ among them, mithril​‍​ was what drove⁠⁠ mages wild. Its⁠ magical conductivity fit‌‍‌ perfectly into any​​‍ research.

***​​‍

“I⁠‍‌ found 2 kg⁠⁠‌ of mithril.”

Fernan‍‌​ didn’t waste time‌ with preambles. He​⁠ got straight to‌​​ the point and⁠ waited for the‌‌ reaction.

“I’ll⁠‌ give you 500⁠ g. In return,​ allow me to‌⁠‌ accompany you to​ the location.”

Hyde,‌‌‌ listening from behind,‌⁠‌ barely kept a neutral expression.

‘He‌​‍ lies as naturally‌⁠ as breathing.’

He‍ had reduced the‍​ 10 kg to‌‌⁠ just 2 kg.​​

“……”​​‍

Professor⁠⁠ Rosalia lit a cigarette in silence.‍​

‘How‌‌ much does each‍ one of those‌​​ cost?’

They⁠ were incredibly expensive,‌‌⁠ filled with special​​ herbs. She was​⁠⁠ the only one‌ who could smoke‍​​ them like water.‍⁠⁠

“You’re‍ saying it’s mithril?”‍

“Yes.”‍​

“2‌⁠ kg…”

“It’s‌​ not much, but⁠ being mithril, it​​‌ has great value.”​‌​

“True.‌ With 1 kg⁠‍ alone, the trip​‍‍ would be worth‍‌​ it.”

Hyde‌​‍ marveled at how‍ naturally Professor Rosalia​‍‍ doubled the offer.‍​​

“500‍ g.”

“In​⁠‍ that case, I won’t help. If,‌ even with the‍ Golden Turtle Guild⁠ at your disposal,‌⁠⁠ you insist on⁠​‍ going yourself, it⁠ must be for‌‌‍ a serious reason,​‌‍ right?”

Her​‍​ reasoning was impeccable.​⁠‍

“…I‍ understand.”

Fernan‍ nodded resignedly, but‌ that answer hardened‍⁠‌ the professor’s expression.‌‌‌

“What‍‌ are you hiding?”‌‍

“Excuse‍​ me?”

“You’re‌​​ hiding something, aren’t⁠​ you?”

She‍ tapped the ashes‍⁠ into the ashtray.‌​

“Me,‍‌ hiding something?”

“Just‌‍⁠ like you know‍⁠ me, I know‌⁠⁠ you well too,‍ Fernan Pellenberg.”

Her‌ intent was clear—to‍ force him to⁠ reveal what he‌​​ was hiding.

“What‌​ are you hiding?”​‍

“The‌⁠⁠ corrupt know about‌‌ it too.”

“Then‍‌‍ I’m going. No‍‌​ matter what.”

Rosalia​ firmly set down‌ her teacup.

“Didn’t⁠‌⁠ you say to‍‍‌ notify you without‍‍ hesitation if the‌​ corrupt were involved?”​​

She‍⁠‌ hated demons. They​‍‍ had already destroyed​​ her research and‍​‌ used her as​⁠ a medium for⁠ a demonic summoning.‌‍⁠

“So‍⁠ you’ll help me⁠⁠ even without mithril?”​

“How⁠​ shameless.”

“When‌ can we depart?”⁠​

“I’ll⁠​ prepare right away.‌​ The sooner, the‍ better.”

“And‍​ what excuse will‌⁠ you use?”

“That’s‍ my business.”

Rosalia​ gathered her documents‍​⁠ and left for​‍‌ the rector’s office.​ Hyde, who had​‌ been tense the‌​‌ whole time, let‍‍ out a big⁠​ sigh.

“Impressive,‌​‌ even in this​‍​ situation…”

Shhh—​‌​

Fernan‌‌‌ covered his mouth.‌ He closed his‍⁠⁠ eyes and released​ the dragon’s senses.‌‌

─!⁠⁠

The⁠​⁠ invisible became visible,⁠ the inaudible was⁠​​ heard, the intangible‍‍​ was felt. And‍ amid it all,‍‌ he sensed a strange flow.

Cough—‌⁠

Fernan‌ swallowed the blood‌ that rose, grabbed⁠​ Hyde, and left‍‍ the office. Hyde,​‍​ horrified by the‍​⁠ red trickle escaping‌‌ from his lips,⁠⁠ exclaimed,

“What’s⁠​ happening all of‌​ a sudden…?”

“It’s‌‌‌ nothing. I just⁠⁠ used the dragon’s‍ power.”

“But‍‌ why use that⁠‍ power so suddenly!”⁠

“There‍ was a recording.”‌⁠⁠

“…A‍​⁠ recording?”

“What‍ were you about‍ to tell me​ earlier?”

“…That​‌ you reduced the​⁠⁠ 10 kg to‌‍ 2 kg when‌‌ you told her.”‌‍​

Hyde’s‌​‍ eyes widened.

“Could‌ it be…?”

“If‍​ I had said​ the full amount,‌ it would’ve ended‌ up in Professor⁠‍‍ Rosalia’s hands.”

If‌‌‌ it was recorded,‍⁠‌ it would be​‍⁠ a problem. And‍ even if he‍​ destroyed the record,⁠ the fact that⁠⁠‌ it was destroyed‍⁠‌ would be suspicious.​

“Even⁠ the corrupt were​‍ too lenient, and​​ I still had⁠ doubts. But as​​ I suspected, the⁠ professor is also⁠‌ not easy to‍‍ fool.”

“Clean​ your mouth first.”​​‍

Fernan⁠‌ took the handkerchief‍‍‌ Hyde offered.

“Anyway,‌⁠ I’ll extract the‌‌​ mithril myself, so‌‌⁠ I’ll be able‍‍ to hide it⁠ well.”

No‍ matter how powerful⁠⁠ Rosalia was, she⁠​​ wasn’t an earth⁠‌‍ mage. Manipulating 10​​‌ kg and making‌ it look like‌‌ just 2 during⁠​⁠ extraction would be​⁠​ hard, but not​ impossible.

“But‍‍ why 2 kg?⁠⁠‍ If you were‍​‍ going to reduce​⁠ it, I thought⁠‍ you’d make it⁠ even less.”

“2‌ kg is the​‍⁠ sweet spot.”

Considering‍ that 1 kg‌‌ of mithril was⁠ already a lot,​‍ sharing it with‍⁠ her made the‍‌ deal seem reasonable.​

“Also,​ we’re not just​‌ going—we’ll have to‍‍ fight monsters. But​‍‍ with 2 kg,‍ it’s enough. So‌​‌ she’ll keep 1 kg.”

“1⁠‍⁠ kg? Did you‍ plan that from‍⁠ the start?”

“Professor‌ Rosalia is quite⁠​​ fair. She likes⁠⁠ to split things‌‌‍ evenly.”

That’s‌​‌ why Fernan rejected‍‌ her first offer​‍ and accepted the​‍‌ second. To be‌‍‍ able to take⁠​ her with him,⁠⁠ he had to​ make it clear​ that something was​ hidden.

“And‌ even then, she‍​ didn’t fully trust‌‍ me, so she​⁠‍ placed a record.‍ Wow, you and⁠ the professor are​ amazing…”

Hyde​ shook his head.​‌​

“It’s⁠ basic. What matters​‌​ is that she’s‌ already agreed, so‌⁠​ let’s get everything‍‍ ready. When she‌​‌ said ‘right away,’‌ she meant it.”⁠

With‍​⁠ 8 kg of‍ mithril saved, Fernan⁠⁠‍ hummed cheerfully.

***‌​​

“…You’re‌ leaving again?”

Faced⁠‌‍ with Fernan’s sudden‌‌ announcement, Aint asked⁠ again.

“That’s​‍ right. I found⁠ mithril, and they‍​‍ say there are⁠ corrupt around. I’m​ going to take⁠​⁠ care of it​​ cleanly.”

“If​ it has to‍‌​ do with the⁠⁠ corrupt, wouldn’t it​⁠ be better if‍⁠‍ I go with‍ you?”

“No,⁠‌​ taking you is⁠⁠⁠ impossible. Not just⁠‌‌ you—no one. Being‍ away for nearly⁠ two months during‍ the semester was‍ already a miracle.”​‍‍

“That’s‍​⁠ true. Then how⁠‌​ will you manage​ to leave again?”⁠​‍

“There‍ are ways.”

Fernan‌ handed him a small pouch.

“This?”⁠

“Gems.”‍⁠

“And​ what for…?”

“I’m‍‌ going anyway, but​​​ you never know.‍ Something might happen⁠‌‌ at the Academy.‌​‍ During our last‍​ absence, they caught​ two corrupt right⁠⁠​ here—even the rector​‌⁠ himself.”

They‍​ all carried books,​ and upon death,‌‍ vanished like smoke.‍‍

The⁠‌‌ fact they kept‍​ being sent, even​ knowing they would‍‌‌ fail, could only‍⁠⁠ mean one of‌⁠⁠ two things: either⁠ they were idiots,‌‍ or there was⁠‍​ a much larger‍‌ plan at work.‌​‌

Fernan‌⁠ was convinced of⁠ the latter. The​‍ corrupt were hiding‍ something.

“They‌​‌ could take advantage‍ of my absence.‌⁠ I need you​‍​ to handle it.”⁠

“Of⁠ course, but what‌‍‍ do the gems⁠‍​ have to do⁠⁠⁠ with that?”

“If⁠ things get bad,​‍ ask for help‌‍⁠ from those who’ve⁠ already been in‌‌‌ this room.”

Everyone⁠‌‌ who had passed‌‍​ through there was​‍ someone entirely trustworthy,⁠‌ with no ties‌‍ to the corrupt.‍

Within​‌‍ the Academy, they​⁠ were the safest‍‍​ allies Aint could‌⁠‌ have.

“The​‌⁠ others will help⁠​ you without hesitation,‌‌‌ but Jace won’t.‍‍ In that case,​‍ give him this⁠​ gem.”

“…Understood.”‍

“Then‍‍ I’m off.”

Fernan​‍ stood up. Even‍ if the corrupt‍‍ made a move‌ during the festival,‍ with Aint leading,‌‌ they could handle​‌‌ it without major⁠​ issues.

‘There’s‌⁠​ Luina, Aria, Verian,​‌⁠ Jace—and above all,⁠⁠ the rector.’

That‍ they had sometimes​⁠ come close to‌⁠‌ falling into traps​ was due to‌‌‍ how well the‌⁠⁠ corrupt hid themselves,⁠⁠‌ not because the‌​ Archmage was weak.‌

As​⁠ he left the⁠‍​ room, Hyde was‍​‍ waiting.

“All⁠ set, the carriage‌​​ is ready outside.”⁠

“I’ll​​ stop by to‌​ pick up Wooden‍​‍ first.”

At⁠​ that moment, Fernan‍ wasn’t wearing the‌​‌ pendant. Wooden was⁠‍ receiving lessons from‍ Professor Emond.

─!​‌

──!‌⁠

Upon‌‍‍ entering the professor’s‍ private training field,‍ the air trembled⁠ with the clash‌⁠​ of swords.

“Professor.”‌‍

Contrary​‍ to what he‍‍‍ had thought, Emond⁠​ wasn’t fighting, but‍‌ standing with his⁠‌‍ arms crossed, observing.⁠‍

“Luina?”​‌

“That​‌​ golem… no, that‍ spirit is a genius. Absorbs everything⁠ like a sponge.”⁠‌

Wooden‍​‍ had already grasped‍ the essence of‌ the Altrierc’s lower‍⁠‍ swordsmanship. What remained‍‌ was to solidify‍ it through practice‌⁠ and duels.

“The‍​ more varied the⁠​‍ opponents, the better.⁠⁠​ I asked Wooden‍‍​ if there was‌‌‌ a knight aware‌⁠​ of their own‌‍ existence, and he‍⁠ recommended Luina.”

“So‍ that’s why she’s‌​ fighting him?”

“Yes.”‌

The​‌ duel between Luina⁠ and Wooden was‍ evenly matched. Or​‍​ at least, it⁠‌‌ appeared so.

“Luina’s‍‌⁠ winning.”

“Wooden⁠‌ is strong, but​​‌ Luina Bercheff… she’s‌⁠ a real monster.​‌⁠ She’s already far‌ above Academy level.”​‍

And⁠ not just the‌‌‌ Academy. Across the​‍ entire continent, few​⁠ knights could surpass‌​‌ her.

“Even⁠ stronger than you,​ Master?”

“I’m​⁠ just a retired⁠‍ old man now.”‌‌

“If⁠ you say that‌⁠ in front of​ certain people, you’ll​ get stabbed.”

“That’s‍‍‍ why I only⁠‍​ say it to⁠‍​ you.”

Emond‍​​ smiled.

“So,​⁠‍ what’s going on?‍‍ There’s still time​⁠‌ left in the‌ training session.”

“I​‍⁠ came to take‍‍⁠ Wooden. I’ve got⁠ a matter to‍ attend.”

“A‌ matter? What talent,‌‌⁠ taking two months‌ off and now‌ heading out again.”‍

“All​⁠ legally permitted.”

“Sure,‍ even the illegal⁠ becomes legal with‍ you.”

“Wooden!”​⁠

At⁠‌ Emond’s call, the‍‌‌ duel stopped. Wooden⁠ and Luina ran‌​ over to Fernan.⁠‌⁠

“Fernan?‌​‍ Are you feeling⁠ better?”

“Thanks‍‌‌ to you all.”​⁠‌

“And‌​ where are you⁠ off to?”

“I​‍⁠ need to go‍‌‌ out for a while. If the‌‌ corrupt cause trouble,‍‌⁠ help Aint.”

“In‍​ your condition, you’re​‍​ going out?”

“I’m‌‍ already fine.”

“I’ll​‌⁠ go with you.”‌

“It’s​ nothing serious. Just‍⁠​ found a mineral‍​ and going to‌‌ extract some. I’ll‌​⁠ be back soon.”⁠

There⁠⁠ was no need‍ for her to‍ go with him.​ Fernan pulled a box from his⁠‍‌ subspace.

“What’s‌‌ that?”

“Kraken‍​⁠ ink chocolate. There’s‌‍ a good amount—you​ won’t run out⁠‍ for a while.”‌

“…Didn’t‌​​ you say you’d⁠ be back soon?”⁠​⁠

“And​​ who said otherwise?‍⁠ It’s just a gift.”

“…I‌‌ can’t accept it‍‌‌ without giving something⁠‌‍ in return.”

“Then⁠ consider it thanks​⁠​ for taking care⁠‌​ of me. Thanks‍‍ to you, I rested well.”

“No⁠ need to thank‍‌‌ me.”

Luina⁠⁠ nodded softly, tilting‍ her face to⁠‌ hide the slight‌ blush on her‌ cheeks.

“Let’s⁠‍ go, Wooden.”

— Kyuu!

Fernan⁠ held out his​‍‍ hand, and Wooden,‌⁠​ shrinking down, perched‌‌ on it. As‌⁠‍ he watched him‌‍‌ leave, Professor Emond​ murmured,

“Youth.”⁠

“It’s​ not that.”

Shortly‌‌‍ after, Rosalia and​ Fernan departed from​ the Academy.

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