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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 213

Chapter 213

Carlo​​ held his throbbing‍ head. A deep​‌ breath was enough​ to ease the⁠⁠‌ pain a little.⁠⁠

It‌ wasn’t anything serious.‌

Illusion⁠ and deceptive magic​ were filled with‍ tricks meant to⁠​ confuse the opponent.​ Of course, the‍ magical circles, formulas,⁠ circuits, and calculations⁠‍‌ were complex.

That’s‍‌​ why, for Carlo—who‌ had only been‍ exploring this field⁠‌⁠ for a few​ months—it was still‌​ impossible to cast‍​ illusion magic smoothly.‌‍

It‍ required a lot​ of preparation and​ time, and by‌ trying to shorten‌ that process forcefully,⁠ he had overloaded‌‌‍ his brain.

The⁠⁠​ headache was a result of that.‍⁠⁠

“I’ll‍‍‌ do it again‌‍ this time.”

He‌ had defeated Liana⁠ Horton. Last year’s‍‌⁠ champion. A rival⁠‌‌ he previously could‌‌ hardly compete with.⁠‍​

Ludger⁠​ Schwaben had always⁠ been below him‌ from the beginning.⁠⁠

Although​‌ Fernan had abruptly‍‍ barged in and‌‍ changed things in‌⁠ a strange way,‌ in terms of‌ magical ability, Carlo​ had always held​​‍ the upper hand.​‌​

“I’m‍​ sorry, Ludger.”

From‍‍ the moment he‍‌‌ entered the academy,‌​ Carlo had shown‌ goodwill to Ludger,‍​ and Ludger had‍‍⁠ returned it with‌⁠​ equal kindness.

Carlo‍‍ had clung to‍‌ that bond, and​‌ Ludger had rewarded‍ him with full​⁠‌ support.

That’s⁠‌‌ why defeating him⁠‍‌ felt, in a way, like betrayal.​⁠‌

But⁠ Ludger was a prince. His value⁠​​ as a mage‍‍​ was less compared⁠‌ to his value​‌ as a prince.‍‍‌

On‍⁠‍ the other hand,‌​⁠ Carlo—without the label‌‌ of mage—was nothing.⁠​ The Deneb family‍ was just another‌⁠ count’s house among⁠‍‌ many.

That’s⁠‍ why.

“…Victory‍​ is mine.”

Because‌​‍ to him, it‌‍‌ meant far more.⁠⁠‌

His​​​ hand trembled. Not​‌ from fear, but​​⁠ from excitement, anticipation,​​‍ and joy.

Now​ that the title⁠​ of Magic Tournament⁠‍ Champion was so‍‌​ close, his heart⁠ raced uncontrollably.

【Salon‌‌⁠ Ravidus destroyed during‍ the festival…?】

【The‌​ Saintbird appeared during​​⁠ the festival…!】

【Is​ Aint Armian the​ owner of the‍ Saintbird…?】

Suddenly,​ his eyes landed‍‌⁠ on the newspaper‌ next to him.​

His⁠​​ face twisted.

At‍​ a moment that‌ should have been‌ his stage, someone​‍ else was causing⁠‍ a stir. But‌‌‌ it didn’t matter.​‌‌

They‍ said he was⁠​ being punished. A hero? How could‌ he be called⁠​‍ a hero? All‌ he had was‌ good blood, nothing‌ more.

‘The‍​ first emperor wasn’t‍ a hero from⁠‍ the start either.’⁠⁠

At​ the beginning, he​‍​ was merely the⁠​ king of the​​ Kingdom of Armian.​⁠‍ He became great‌⁠⁠ by slaying demons,​ gaining fame, and​‌‍ founding an empire.‍​

Carlo⁠​ didn’t aspire to⁠‌​ something so outlandish.‌‌ Not to become​‍ an emperor, nor‍ to chase an​ impossible dream for‍⁠‍ someone who wasn’t​ a prince-elector.

He‌⁠​ just wanted one‌⁠ thing.

“To‌ be the greatest‌⁠ mage.”

The‍​‌ best in the‌​ empire, the continent,‌ the world.

It‌‍ was his dream‍‍ from the moment​ he began studying⁠​ magic until now—a​‌‌ dream he had‌‌‌ never forgotten.

And‌⁠ winning the Magic‌‌ Tournament was the​​ first step toward‍ achieving it.

“It’s⁠ time.”

At​‍ the assistant’s call,‌ Carlo stood up.‌‌‌

He‍⁠ stepped onto the⁠ stage. Thousands of​‌‍ spectators watched. Ludger​‍ appeared at the​‌ opposite end.

“……”​​‌

“……”​​‌

No​ words were needed.‍‌

“Begin!”⁠⁠

Both⁠​ mages unleashed their​ magic at the​‍ same time.

────!​​

***​‍

Professor‍‌⁠ Ladina finished inscribing‍​ the last rune⁠‍⁠ onto the container‌‌ used to store‌‍​ Aint’s aura.

“I​⁠ suppose by now⁠‍ the Magic Tournament‌‍ has already started.‌​ Don’t you feel‌ bad about missing​‌ it?”

“And‍‍ you, Professor? Aren’t‍⁠ you going?”

“Personally,⁠​ I’m not too​​ interested in competitions.‌ I’d rather focus‌‌⁠ on any clue⁠​‌ that might help‍‌‍ the research.”

She‍‌⁠ poured a reagent​​​ into the mixture.​‍‍

“Sorry.​‍⁠ With all the‌‍‌ help you’ve given​​ me, I should‌⁠​ at least let⁠⁠ you watch the​‍ final of the‍​ jousting tournament, but‌​ I can’t make‌‌‍ decisions for a punished student.”

“It’s‌ fine.”

But​‌ the magical circles‍ inscribed on the‌⁠ container weren’t reacting⁠‌ at all.

Ladina​​‍ sighed.

“Is‌‌‌ it a failure?”​

“It’s‍ not working?”

“Exactly.‌‌⁠ The stored energy​​ dissipates too quickly.​ Even with demonic‌​ energy, there’s no‌​ reaction. For now,‌ one minute is​ the limit. It’s‍‌‍ hard—really hard.”

Just‍‌‍ as Gardner had⁠​ said, even the⁠⁠ legendary first Pontiff‍ of the Dragon​ God had barely‌​ achieved this feat,​ so it was‌ no surprise that​⁠ Ladina hadn’t found‌ a solution yet.⁠‌

“If‌ you move forward⁠‌​ step by step,⁠⁠ you’ll succeed eventually.”‍

“But‌ you won’t always⁠ be here, right?”‍⁠‍

“I‌ won’t be able⁠‍ to come often,​​‌ but I’ll drop‌⁠ by now and​​​ then to inject‌‌‌ aura.”

“Really?”⁠

“Yes.‌ I also want‌⁠‍ a weapon that​​ can kill demons​​ to be developed.”​

After‍⁠ all, demons were‌‌⁠ the enemy of⁠‌ humanity; any effort​​​ to defeat them‍‍ was worth it.‌‍

“Really?‌‍​ You shouldn’t underestimate​ a mage’s memory.”‍​

“I’m‍ serious.”

“Thanks.⁠‌ Then why don’t‍ you go watch‌ the finals? Take​‍​ a break.”

“Didn’t‌⁠ you just say‌⁠​ I shouldn’t…”

“What​​ I said is‍ not to get‌‍‌ caught. If no‌ one notices, then​​ there’s no problem,⁠ right? Go on,⁠‍⁠ watch the Magic‍​‍ Tournament and the⁠‌​ jousting final too.”‌

“You‍ won’t need more​⁠‌ aura?”

“I’m‌​ good. You said‌ you’d come back‍ from time to‍‍ time. Now go‌‌​ on, don’t make‍‌ me feel guiltier.”⁠⁠

Ladina‌‌ signaled to her‌⁠⁠ assistant, who forced​ a hooded cloak‌​ over Aint’s head,‍⁠⁠ covering his face,​‍‌ and pushed him‍ out of the​⁠​ lab.

“It’s‍‍ the cloak I wear when I go out without⁠‌ doing my makeup.​ It has a recognition-inhibition spell. It’s​‍ fairly basic though,​‌⁠ so if you‍ do anything flashy,‌‍‍ you’ll get noticed⁠​⁠ right away.”

“Get​ some rest! Have‌ fun!”

Bang!‌​

The‍‍ door closed.

Aint‍ was left standing‍ there, confused.

“…What‌‌ just happened?”

— I guess she⁠⁠ saw how exhausted​‍ you were and‌‍ wanted to give‌‍ you a break.‍ Take it as​​ a good thing.‍‌⁠ Go watch the⁠⁠ tournament; watching matches​‍ of those who’ve​ already reached a high level, whether‍‌​ mages or knights,‌ is always useful.‍‍

“But⁠ hasn’t it already‍ started? And I don’t have a ticket…”

— Did you forget‌​​ what Fernan said?​ That if you‌‌ wanted to see‍⁠‍ it, all you⁠ had to do​​ was give your‌‍ name at the‌⁠‍ VIP area.

“Oh,‌ right.”

After⁠⁠ washing up in​‌​ the communal bathroom,‌ Aint fixed his⁠ clothes.

— You’re even getting​‍‍ used to using‌ communal bathrooms now.​​⁠

“It’s…⁠​‌ habit, I guess…”‍

Just⁠‍ as he was‍ about to leave​​⁠ the dormitory, he‌ saw Aria collapsed⁠⁠⁠ like a corpse‍‌ on the terrace.​​⁠

“Aria?”‌⁠

“Mm…​‌⁠ Aint?”

With‍​​ great effort, she‍‌‍ opened her eyes.‌‌‌

“Are⁠ you okay?”

“…Yes…‌‍⁠ No, actually no,‌ but let’s say‌‌ yes.”

“What⁠⁠​ do you mean?”‌⁠⁠

“That​‌ I’m on the​ verge of going​‌⁠ insane. There’s just‌‍ too much work…​ It’s too much!”‍​⁠

Combining‍ illusion magic with​‌‍ spirit magic wasn’t⁠ easy at all.​​ Getting the spirits‌‍​ to accept the‌‌‌ illusions and become‌‌ part of them​ was even more⁠‌​ difficult.

“And​⁠‍ the worst part‌‍​ is, the day​ of the festival‌⁠ is just a few days away!”⁠⁠

There​ was too little‌‌ time. And because​ of that, the‍⁠‍ only option was​ to sacrifice sleep.‌ Aria couldn’t even​‌​ remember the last​‍ time she’d slept⁠​​ well.

“But‍ didn’t you sleep​‌ the entire day​⁠ yesterday?”

“That’s⁠ what’s strange. I’m⁠​‍ tired, sure, but​ it’s not the‌⁠⁠ first time I’ve‌ stayed up all​ night. I’ve never​⁠ slept so deeply—like⁠ I was dead.”​‍‍

— That means they’ve⁠​ been wringing her‍​ dry.

Aint‌ was tired too,‍ but compared to‌‍​ Aria, what he‍⁠ felt was nothing.‍

“Seriously,​​⁠ my mind is​⁠ still foggy…”

“You‍‌ can tell.”

“Why​⁠ did I agree​​ to this? I must’ve been crazy…‌‍ It was because​‍⁠ of Nania’s favor,‍ and I said‍⁠‍ yes without thinking!⁠ I don’t want‌‌‌ to do this!”​⁠

“Want⁠‍⁠ to rest with​​ me for a while? I’m going‍​​ to watch the​ final of the​⁠‍ magic tournament.”

“Sounds​​⁠ tempting but…”

Aria⁠ hesitated a moment,‍ then shook her⁠ head.

“No,‌‍⁠ I have to​⁠⁠ do it.”

“Even‌ if you don’t​​ want to? You’re‍‌​ going to kill‌​ yourself at this⁠‌‍ rate.”

“I‌​ must. No matter‌‌ what.”

She​⁠ downed her coffee​‍‌ in one gulp,⁠‍ staggered to her⁠ feet, and left.‌‌⁠

“…I‍⁠‍ hope she’s okay.”‍‍‌

— It’s a little‍⁠ strange.

— That an elf​​ who slept for‌​‍ an entire day‌‍​ still hasn’t recovered⁠ at all is‌ odd.

Elves⁠‍ typically need fewer⁠ hours of sleep⁠‌ on average, since⁠⁠‍ their physical capacities‌‌​ surpass those of​‌‍ humans.

And‌‍‌ yet, even after‌​ sleeping like the⁠‌ dead for an​‌ entire day, Aria​ didn’t seem the⁠‍​ least bit recovered.‌

— Maybe it’s a side effect from​‍​ the magical research.⁠​⁠ She might’ve been‌‍ saturated by some‍⁠ residual energy, which​ is why she’s​⁠ so exhausted.

“When​‍‍ I see her⁠‌‍ again, I’ll have​⁠‌ to ask.”

Aint‌ headed directly to‍‍ the Magic Tournament‍‍ stadium.

“This‌⁠‌ way, please.”

“So​​‌ you knew I was coming…?”

“Of⁠‍‍ course. We’ll keep‍⁠⁠ it confidential.”

Upon‍ mentioning Fernan’s name,‌⁠​ the administrator in‍‍⁠ charge of the‌‌​ stands personally guided​ him to the‌⁠‌ VIP box.

Thanks‍ to that, he​ didn’t have to​‌ show his face​​ to too many‌​‌ people, which was‌‌ a relief.

— Money really works.​ I’m starting to​‍‍ understand the Pellenberg‌ love for it.⁠

Aint⁠ silently agreed.

But​‍⁠ he didn’t get‍ to enjoy the⁠‍‍ benefits of money‍ for long.

As​ soon as he‌ sat down, a gigantic magic circle‌ covered the entire‌​ sky.

“…What‍​ is this?”

“Carlo‍ Deneb has reached​⁠ this level of⁠​⁠ skill?”

Some​ were horrified at​​ what they saw.​

“This⁠‌‍ is what a final match of‌ the Magic Tournament​ should look like!”‌‌

“A​‌​ lightning bolt’s going‍‌ to fall!”

“How‍⁠ are you supposed⁠ to dodge that?”‌​

Others,​ however, could only⁠ marvel.

Then,‍​​ from the colossal⁠​ magic circle Carlo⁠ had finished drawing‍⁠‌ mid-combat, hundreds of‍ lightning bolts fell​ over the entire​⁠ stadium.

─────!​​‌

The​ entire world turned‍‍⁠ blue. A screeching‌⁠ noise filled the⁠ air, like the‌‌ cries of thousands‌ of insects at‌ once.

— They’re illusions! More‍‍ than half of​‌‌ them are fake!⁠‍

There‌‍‍ were real and‍‍ fake bolts mixed⁠⁠ together, but distinguishing‍‌⁠ them all was​​‍ nearly impossible.

That‍⁠⁠ decided the fight.‌⁠‌

Ludger’s‌​​ flames spread out‌ but struck only‌​ empty air, leaving​‍‍ a fatal opening.‍

Dozens⁠ of bolts struck‍‌‌ him directly.

“The​ winner is Carlo​⁠⁠ Deneb!”

The​‍​ match was decided.⁠

And‌⁠ at that very​ moment.

“……!”​⁠

“……!”⁠‌

Aint⁠ and Carlo’s eyes​ met. Aint stood‍‍‍ up abruptly.

Maybe‌‍ Carlo was looking​ elsewhere, but Aint⁠ was certain they‌‍‌ had recognized each‍ other.

Because‌ at that instant,​⁠​ he felt it‍‍ clearly.

“…Gardner.”⁠

— Exactly.

Very​ faint, very brief,​ but unmistakable.

— It was demonic⁠⁠ magic.

He‍ was a demon.‌

And​​ precisely because he‌‌ was a demon,​ Aint had been​‍ able to sense​ it clearly.

And‍ since Carlo also‍ possessed it, he⁠ must have recognized⁠ Aint too.

— A Magic Tournament‌ winner turned corrupt?​‌ Wow, incredible.

“But‌‌‌ that senior wasn’t​​‍ a corrupt. I’m‌​‌ sure of it.”‍

He’d⁠ never confirmed it⁠‍​ directly, but Carlo‍‌ had been around‍‍‌ Fernan multiple times,‌ and Aint had⁠‌​ seen him in⁠ passing on several​​ occasions.

He’d‌⁠⁠ never sensed even⁠ the slightest trace‍‍ of corruption in​‍‍ him.

— Then there are⁠ only two possibilities.‍

— Either he was‌⁠ a corrupt from‍‍‍ the beginning and‌‌ hid it very‌ well. Or…

— He became one‌‌ recently.

“Does‌ that mean…?”

— Exactly.

Gardner’s⁠​‌ voice turned serious.⁠⁠

— There’s a host‌⁠​ inside the academy‍‍‌ creating corrupts.

— I was wondering‍​⁠ how they kept‌ getting in despite‍⁠ the rector’s measures.‌‍​ Now it’s clear.​‌‍

— From the very⁠ beginning, they’ve been​‍ growing from the​⁠ inside.

Aint‌ nodded firmly.

— We’ll have to‍⁠ thank Professor Ladina.⁠‌ Thanks to her‍ letting you watch​​‍ the final, we’ve‍⁠ discovered something huge.‍

— Damn corrupts, filthy‌⁠ cockroaches.

His‍ eyes didn’t leave​‍ Carlo for a second.

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