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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 215

Chapter 215

The​‍⁠ inside of the⁠ laboratory was ordinary.‍

Bookshelves​‌ were crammed with​ all kinds of‌‌⁠ books, and magical‌​‌ reagents mixed with‍‌ empty flasks were‍ scattered everywhere.

The​‌⁠ walls and the⁠‍​ blackboard were covered⁠‌​ in magical formulas,⁠‌ and the exhausted‍‍‌ assistants dragged themselves‍ around like the‍⁠​ undead.

“Welcome,‍ student Aint. Student‌ Aria is over⁠‍ there.”

Dominique,​‌⁠ looking haggard and‍​‌ buried under reagents​ and magic stones,‍‍‍ greeted him.

In‌​ the direction he​​​ pointed, Aria stood‌‍ with a vacant​ stare, surrounded by⁠​‌ spirits.

Aint⁠‌⁠ asked for permission‍‍​ and approached her.‍⁠⁠

“Aria.”⁠⁠‌

As‌ expected, she didn’t⁠ respond the first‍ time. He touched⁠‍‌ her shoulder and‍​​ offered her a sweet.

“…Oh,​‌​ Aint? What are‍​ you doing here?”‍‍

“I​‌ was passing by.‍​​ Saw you and‍​⁠ thought you might​ want something to⁠ eat while working.”‍

“Candy?‌⁠⁠ Thanks. I really⁠ needed this.”

After⁠ receiving the packet,‌​ Aria went right⁠​ back to work.⁠

Aint⁠ considered saying a few more things,‍ but seeing her‍ so absorbed, he​​ decided against it.‌

“Student‌⁠‌ Aint, could you‌ come over here?”⁠⁠

“Yes,​ professor.”

Dominique⁠⁠ hastily cleared a chair filled with‌‍ books and papers‍​ to make space⁠ for him.

“Thank⁠⁠ you for allowing‌⁠‌ me into the​‌⁠ lab. I understood‍‍‌ it was taboo‌‍ to let outsiders⁠​​ in…”

“Don’t​‍ worry. What we’re​⁠ doing now isn’t‍ really research—more like‌ final preparations for‍⁠ the firework festival.”​

He‍‍ clarified that there​‌⁠ wasn’t anything too‌​ sensitive going on,​ so Aint was⁠ free to observe.‌‍‌

“You‌⁠ can’t imagine how⁠‌​ much student Aria⁠⁠⁠ has helped me.‌⁠ Thanks to her,‍‍‍ we’ll be ready​ just in time⁠‍‌ for tomorrow’s fireworks.”⁠‍⁠

“I‍ see.”

Objectively,‍‍ Aria was an​ excellent mage. And‌ now, worn out​​ and sleep-deprived, she‍ was giving it‌ her all, which‍ explained the results.‍

“But​ she looks very​​ tired.”

“The⁠‌‌ deadline is tomorrow,‍​⁠ so we’ve had​​⁠ to push ourselves‌‍‍ a bit. I’m‌ just grateful Aria‌​ accepted without complaint.⁠​ That’s why I let you in—to‍‌‍ give her a bit of a break.”

“She‍​ seems even more⁠⁠​ passionate than you…”⁠⁠‍

“She‌​​ is.”

Aria,‍​‌ as if she⁠​ had already forgotten​‌ Aint, continued inscribing‌ magical seals, eyes‌‌⁠ bloodshot and wide‍‍‌ open.

“I⁠ also saw the​‍ Saintbird. From here,​ I could see⁠ it flying high⁠ in the sky.​ It was truly​ beautiful.”

“Really?”⁠‍​

“Yes.‍ Watching the Saintbird‌ soaring through the⁠​ sky reminded me​‍​ of the Empire⁠⁠​ itself. That’s why‌‍ I want to‌⁠ reflect it in‍⁠⁠ the fireworks.”

“So‍ I inspired you?”⁠

“You‍‍ could say that.‍ I originally had​ a different idea,‌ but I changed⁠ it midway. That’s​ another reason we’ve​⁠ been so busy.”‍

That‌ made Aint feel⁠ a little guilty‌ toward Aria.

“It‌ will be quite‌‌ the spectacle. The​ firework Saintbird will‌ move as if⁠‌‌ it’s alive.”

For‍‍⁠ that, they needed​ spirits: they would​ be the ones‍‌ embodying the Saintbird​​‌ and flying through‌ the sky.

“It‍ really will be‍ a show.”

“Yes,‌‌ it will. Make⁠ sure you watch‌‍⁠ it.”

“Of‍ course.”

“Oh,‍‍ it’s unlikely, but​‍​ if you’re curious,​‍‍ feel free to⁠ look around the‌⁠ lab.”

“Really?​ I can?”

“Of​ course. In fact,‌ I’d like you‌‍ to. Since you​ inspired this work,⁠​‌ maybe you can​​⁠ give some input⁠‌ on how different​‌ the firework Saintbird​‌ is from the​ one you raise.”‍

Dominique‍ stood up and​‍‌ guided him to⁠​ the blackboard, showing⁠⁠ and explaining things​⁠‍ personally.

It‌‍ was covered in‍‌ formulas so complex‌‍‍ that just looking‍‌‍ at them gave‍​ Aint a headache.‍‍​ The only thing‌ he could make‍​‍ out was a drawing in one⁠‌ corner—the Saintbird.

“You⁠‍​ draw well.”

“Student‍ Aria did that.‍ She said she⁠ trusted her observations.”​​

Perhaps⁠⁠⁠ because of her‍‌ good eye for⁠​ detail, the Saintbird⁠ looked very lifelike.‌

“Can‍ you imagine what⁠‌⁠ the sky will‌​ look like tomorrow⁠‌ night?”

“…Well,‍ that…”

He‍​​ didn’t know. It​‌ was all too⁠‌ complex for him,‌ so he changed‍⁠​ the subject quickly.⁠⁠​

“Can⁠​‌ I look around​‌‌ a bit elsewhere?‍ There are some​ interesting things.”

“Of⁠‌‍ course, that’s why‍‌‌ I let you⁠ in. Ask anything‌⁠ you like.”

Dominique​​ smiled as he‌⁠ returned to his⁠⁠ desk.

Aint‌ began slowly inspecting‍ the lab.

Though​‍ in truth, it‍ wasn’t very meaningful.‍​

— Maybe because I’m‍‍⁠ not a mage,⁠ but I don’t​⁠‌ see anything special.‍‌

‘I⁠​ don’t either.’

The​‌⁠ entire time, he⁠​ stayed alert, searching​ for traces of​ demonic magic, or⁠‌ any circle, seal,‌ or inscription linked‍‍ to it.

He⁠‍ checked the professor,​ the documents, the‍ blackboard, the walls—even‌ the assistants.

Nothing⁠‍​ seemed suspicious.

‘This‍​​ is hard. Maybe‌⁠ because I don’t​ understand magic. The‍ best thing would‍⁠ be to talk​‍ to Aria, although…’​‍

— In that state?⁠ She couldn’t help⁠ you. If Fernan‍ were here, he’d⁠​⁠ definitely find a way.

Aint‍‍ let out a very soft sigh,‍‍ just enough that​‍⁠ Dominique wouldn’t notice.​

‘It’d⁠ be ideal to‌‌ check Professor Dominique​‌ directly…’

— Don’t even think‌⁠ about it. If​⁠ he’s not a corrupt, you’ll be‌⁠ in big trouble.​

‘Right.’‌⁠

— Though look at​ that.

What​ caught their attention⁠ was a book‌ on the shelf.⁠⁠​

— Doesn’t it look​​‌ like the one‍​‌ Abel had? The‌⁠ one from the‍ Cult of the‍​ Dragon God? Same‍‍‍ with Roderick.

At⁠ first glance, it​ didn’t stand out—the‌‍ black cover with⁠‍​ golden engravings could⁠‍ be found anywhere.​‌​

Unlike​‍ Abel and Roderick’s‌​ books, which were‌​​ dark blue and⁠‍⁠ dark red, this‍⁠‍ one was completely​ black.

Aint⁠ couldn’t say why,⁠‌ but it unsettled⁠ him. Maybe because‌⁠‍ the golden patterns⁠‍ looked too familiar.⁠‍

He⁠ felt an increasing‍‍‍ urge to check‌⁠​ it. But the‌‍⁠ book was right​ behind Dominique. He‍​‌ couldn’t risk asking‌⁠​ for it so⁠ directly.

And​ if it really​ was that book,‍​ and Dominique was⁠‍ part of the‌ corrupt…

“It’s‌⁠‌ time. Let’s eat.”​‌

Dominique‌⁠⁠ clapped his hands,⁠ snapping the assistants‍​⁠ out of their‌ focus.

“We’re‍‌‍ all heading out​​​ now. Why don’t‍‍ you have lunch​‍ with student Aria‍ too?”

“…Alright.”​⁠‍

Saying​ he wanted to​‍‍ stay alone in⁠‍​ the lab reading​‍ was out of⁠⁠⁠ the question.

***‍

Is​​ this obsession?

Ever​ since he saw⁠⁠ that book, Aint‍ could think of​​‍ nothing else but⁠‍ confirming what it⁠ was.

— What if you​ sneak in at‌ night?

‘That’s​⁠‌ insane. It wouldn’t‍⁠ be just disciplinary‍⁠ action—I’d get expelled.’⁠‍

— Then use Aria​‍​ as an excuse‌‌ to get back⁠‌‍ in. She’s exhausted‌ every day. If​‌ you sneak a look, she might‍⁠ not even notice.​‌‌

‘But‌‍‍ today’s the end​‌​ of the festival.​ Do you think‌ it’s even possible?⁠​​ After the fireworks,⁠⁠ they’ll return to‍‍‍ real research.’

— That’s the problem.⁠‌

Whether‌ Dominique was a corrupt or not,​ he would never⁠⁠‍ allow Aint to‌‍ see his real‍ research.

‘If‍‍ only the director​ were here, I could ask him…’​‍⁠

— Or even Fernan…‌‍

As​‌‍ Aint and Gardner‍‍ lamented their absence,​‍​ the opportunity unexpectedly⁠‍​ presented itself.

“An⁠​​ invitation?”

“Uh-huh,‍ an invitation.”

Aria,‌​ finally freed from​‌ the hellish lab,‌‌‌ stuffed a handful‍ of candies into‌​⁠ her mouth.

“Professor⁠‍‍ Dominique’s lab has‍⁠ the perfect view​⁠‍ for the fireworks.‌​​ It’s got a huge window enchanted⁠ with magic.”

“And?”​​‌

“Professor‌⁠ Dominique, the assistants,‌ me, and Professor‍⁠ Ladina are planning⁠ to watch the⁠​ show there together.​ He said if⁠⁠ you want, you⁠ can come too.‍​‌ Haaaaam, that’s what‌ he said.”

He‌‌‍ wanted to hear⁠‍ Aint’s opinion directly,⁠​ since Aint had‌⁠ inspired the recreation‌ of the Saintbird.⁠​​

“What‌​ do you say?”​⁠

“I’ll⁠‌ go.”

Aint⁠⁠ had no reason‌ to refuse—he was​ planning to return⁠⁠ to the lab⁠‍ to check that⁠‌‌ book anyway.

“Then‍‌​ come to the​​​ lab at seven.”​‌‍

“Alright.”‍​

“I’m‍​ gonna get some⁠ real sleep. I need it.”

“Didn’t​ you sleep the‌ whole day two‍⁠⁠ days ago?”

“That⁠‌ wasn’t me—it was​‍⁠ weird. I don’t‌​​ even remember sleeping,‍ and I only‍‌ felt more tired.”‍

Aria‌‍‍ yawned deeply and‍‌‌ left.

— Good opportunity.

‘Yes,⁠‌‌ a good opportunity.’‌​‌

Everything​ was going far​⁠⁠ too smoothly, which‌‌ made it suspicious,‌⁠ but if he⁠ missed this chance,​​‌ he didn’t know‍‌‍ when another would​⁠ come.

And⁠‌ if Dominique truly‍‌‍ was the core‍ producing corrupts within‌‌​ the Academy, then⁠‌ that meant a constant threat.

— Exactly. To catch‌ a tiger, you‌ have to enter‌ its den.

— Facing corrupts and‌‍ demons always comes​‍‌ with risk. If​‌⁠ you run too‌⁠‌ much, you’ll just‌ end up dancing‌‍‍ to their tune.​

“Understood.”‌​​

In‌⁠ any case, he​​ didn’t go in‍‍‌ unprepared.

He⁠ packed potions, stimulants,‍‍⁠ and holy water‌ Fernan had given​⁠ him into his​ subspace bag.

“This​‌​ ends it. It’s‍⁠‍ the last day,⁠‍ so I’m calling⁠​ it here. Consider⁠⁠ your punishment closed.”‍⁠​

“Thank⁠‍ you.”

“Don’t⁠‍ forget your promise​⁠​ to come help⁠ now and then.”⁠

“Of‌​ course.”

“See⁠ you, Aint. Hehe,‍​​ watching a student⁠ from the Knight​‌‍ Department dragging himself‌‍⁠ here was fun.”‍⁠

“If⁠ you want to⁠‍‌ do some research,⁠‌ come anytime. You’re⁠‍ more than welcome.”​⁠

“…I’d​⁠ rather not.”

With‌ the morning’s work‌‍​ done, his punishment‌ was over.

After‌‌​ lunch and a short farewell, Aint⁠⁠ headed straight to​⁠ the training grounds​ to sharpen his​ senses, just in​‌‍ case.

He‍‌ repeated sword drills‍⁠​ and meditation.

‘Should‍ I ask senior⁠ Luina? Or Jace?’‌

— What if it⁠​ turns out to​ be true that⁠ he’s a corrupt?⁠

— If you have⁠‌ no proof and​⁠‌ involve others, they‌ might discover you​‍ and you’d get‌‍‍ sanctioned again.

Aint‌‌ trusted that he‍​ could escape if​ something happened.

Time⁠ passed quickly.

At​ six, just as‌​ the sunset was‌​⁠ fading, Aint headed‍‌‌ to the lab‌ an hour earlier​ than planned.

“Anyone‍​ here?”

He​ knocked several times,⁠ but no one​ responded. On the⁠ fifth try, the‍‌⁠ doorknob turned and‌⁠‌ the door opened.‌⁠⁠

‘It’s‌ not locked.’

— Excellent. Let’s check​​​ it now.

The​ lab was still‌⁠ a mess, full‌ of leftover materials​‌ from the fireworks‍⁠‌ research, but there‍⁠​ was no sign‌​ of anyone.

Aint​⁠​ moved with extreme⁠‍‌ caution.

Tap,​​‍ tap…

Even​⁠‍ so, each step​​ felt thunderous.

Rustle—‍​

Even‌ the sound of‍⁠ paper fluttering in​ the wind made‍ him uneasy.

Clink—​​

Empty‌‌‌ flasks rolling on​ the ground frayed⁠‌ his nerves.

— I told you‌ to move quietly!​

‘I’m‌​⁠ being as quiet⁠‍​ as I can!’​

— With that noise,‍ you’d wake up​ the entire Ravidus‍ Hall! It’s like⁠​ thunder!

‘It’s‍‍ not that loud!’‍

In⁠​​ truth, he wasn’t‍‌‍ making much noise;‌‌ it was just⁠​ paranoia amplifying it⁠ all.

Aint‌ took twice as‍​​ long as usual‌​⁠ to reach his​‌‌ target.

Luckily,‍​⁠ the book was‌‍ still in its‌ place.

He‍‌ carefully pulled it​ out and opened‍‌​ it.

“……!”‌⁠​

Completely​ blank pages. Nothing‍ written.

— …Check again.

Carefully,​ Aint released a bit of aura.‍‍

If⁠ the book had‌‍ torn or been⁠⁠ damaged, he would⁠‌​ have discarded it.‌‍‍ But, like Roderick’s,​​​ it didn’t react⁠‍‌ at all.

— …It’s a corrupt’s⁠‍​ book.

‘Then​ Professor Dominique really‍‍‌ is…?’

At⁠⁠⁠ that moment.

“Student‌⁠ Aint?”

A soft, clear voice‍ stopped him.

A chill ran down‌⁠ his spine.

He‌​ turned his head⁠​ slowly, the book‌​ still open in‍​ his hands.

“…So⁠ you saw it.”​‌

Dominique​‌ Colsner was smiling.​​

Aint’s​ skin crawled.

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