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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 216

Chapter 216

“How…?”‌

Surprisingly,⁠ Professor Dominique remained⁠​​ calm.

“Would‍​ you like a cup of tea?”‍

He‍‍ took out some‍‍ cups from the​ corner of the⁠‍ laboratory and slowly‌​⁠ began preparing tea.‍

“Sit⁠‍⁠ down.”

“……”⁠​​

“You​​‍ must have many‍ questions. Are you⁠ going to stand​ the whole time?”‌‌

“…This,⁠‌‌ is this what⁠ I think it‌‌ is?”

Dominique‍ poured milk into‌⁠​ the freshly prepared‍​ tea.

“Well,‌​⁠ if I answered‌‌ so easily, it⁠ wouldn’t be any‌​⁠ fun. What do‌‌​ you think?”

“…It’s​ true.”

“Correct‍ answer.”

He‍‌ added sugar and‍ stirred calmly.

“It’s‌ the same as⁠​‍ the books Abel‍⁠ Kalens and Roderick​⁠​ Fisher had. But…”​⁠‌

He‍ took a sip‌‌ of the sweetened⁠ tea and looked⁠‍‌ up at Aint.​‌

“How‍​‌ long do you​‌​ plan on watching‌ me from over‍ there?”

───!‌‍

A sudden pressure made‌​ Aint swallow hard.⁠⁠ It was heavy.‌‍​ Was this man​ truly a corrupt?⁠‌⁠

“Sit​ down. Don’t you⁠‍ want answers?”

— Listen to what​‍‌ he has to‌ say, Aint. That​​ calmness is suspicious.⁠‌‌ He’s hiding something.‌

Gardner⁠⁠⁠ was right. Suppressing‍‍⁠ his anger, Aint⁠‌⁠ sat down.

“…Professor,⁠⁠ you’re a corrupt.”‍​⁠

“And⁠⁠ yet you still‍⁠ call me ‘professor’?”⁠​‌

He‌ smiled.

“Why?⁠⁠‍ Why did you​⁠​ become a corrupt?⁠‌​ Were you the⁠‌⁠ one who made​ contracts with demons​⁠ inside the academy?‌‍‌ Are you the​ one who created⁠​‌ the corrupts?”

“Well,‍ that’s ambiguous.”

Despite⁠⁠ Aint’s growl, Dominique⁠ closed his eyes​‍ in thought.

“I​‌‍ could say yes,⁠⁠ or I could⁠ say no.”

“Are‌⁠‌ you playing with‌‍​ words?”

“Does​‍ it seem like⁠⁠‌ I’m playing with‌​‍ words?”

A wave of miasma⁠​ exploded. Aint opened‌ his eyes wide‌ and endured it.⁠

“Drac​‌ Vener, Aaron Frain,‌ Roderick Fisher, Daniel‌ Kool, Abel Kalens,⁠ Laurencios Sidis, Izard‌ Volens.”

“…What‍ are you doing?”‍⁠‍

“Setris‍ Berlo, Epister Sloss,⁠‍⁠ Haveron Michaelis, Lucy‍​ Allencl, Urs Evertsen,⁠‍⁠ Margee Kravelin, Cornel​​‍ Iorga.”

“I‍⁠‌ asked what you’re⁠⁠‌ doing!”

“I’m‍‌ answering. To a student’s questions, as⁠​​ a professor.”

Ah,​‍​ are there some​‌ names you don’t​ know?

“Drac‍ Vener was just‍‍⁠ an ordinary citizen⁠ who recently ran‍​ a bookstore in⁠ the academy’s city.⁠⁠ But, poor man,⁠‌ Professor Rosalia caught‌​ him accused of‍‍ being a corrupt.‌ He was tortured⁠‍‌ and is now​‍ dead.”

Laurencios‍​​ Sidis, maybe you⁠ don’t know.

“He​⁠⁠ wasn’t in the​ academy, but in‍‌ the Kingdom of⁠​‌ Alprosen, where he‍‍‍ faced Fernan Pellenberg.”‌‌

And⁠‍ as for Izard‌‍ Volens, Setris Berlo,‌ Epister Sloss, Haveron‍ Michaelis, Lucy Allencl,‍‍ Urs Evertsen, Margee​​‍ Kravelin, Cornel Iorga.‌⁠

“They‌ are the ones‍​ who, in recent⁠ months, infiltrated the⁠⁠​ academy again and‍​‌ again and ended‍​​ up being exterminated‍ by you and‌ the rector.”

Of⁠ those, the answer​ is “yes.”

“But​‌ if we talk​​​ about the other⁠ corrupts you encountered,‌​ the answer would‌‍ be no.”

Clack.​​‍ Dominique checked the⁠ pocket watch hanging‍ from his neck.​

“What​​⁠ do you mean​ by that…?”

“Do‍ you know what‍‌⁠ all of them⁠​​ have in common?”​‍‍

His‌ smile widened. The‍‍​ corner of his​⁠ lips lifted and⁠ never came down.⁠⁠‌

“That‌‍‍ they were all⁠‌ me.”

“Then,‌‍‌ the one responsible‌‌⁠ for turning them​​ into corrupts was…?”​

“No,‌​ no. You misunderstand.”‌⁠⁠

It’s⁠​ not that he‍ created them. They‍‌ were him.

“Myself,⁠‌ Aint Armian.”

Aint’s‌ eyes widened. Dominique’s‍‌ laughter echoed in⁠​ the silent laboratory.‍

Clang!​ He struck the‍ table with the‍​⁠ book.

“All​​‌ those who had​‍ books like this…”⁠‍⁠

“Were‍ me.”

“What​‌​ the hell are‍​​ you saying?!”

Unable‌‍ to comprehend, Aint‍​ froze.

— Wait… could it‍‍‌ be…?

Gardner​‌‌ was shocked, but​‍⁠ Dominique spoke first.‌

“I’ve⁠ been preparing for​‍ a long time​‌ to destroy the‍ academy.”

His​‌⁠ pupils exuded a faint miasma. The‍ inescapable pressure forced‌ Aint into silence.‍

“Think‍ about it. If​‍ the academy falls,‍​ what do you​ think will happen​‌⁠ to the Empire?”⁠‌

It⁠ was the place‌⁠⁠ where the continent’s⁠ most capable gathered.⁠ The cradle of‍ the Empire and​‍‍ of the entire‌ continent.

If​ it disappeared, the⁠ Empire’s future would‍ be ruined. It⁠‍‌ was the perfect‌​⁠ spot to uproot‌‍‍ humanity.

But‌‍​ it wasn’t easy.⁠‌

“There⁠⁠‌ were too many‌ obstacles. More than‌‍⁠ I could count.”⁠‌⁠

Even​ after becoming a professor and a man from within,‌ there were still‌ many mountains to​‍‌ climb.

“But‌ I didn’t care.⁠⁠​ Time was on‌ my side. Until‍‍ you appeared, Aint⁠ Armian.”

The​ fallen Armian family.​‍‍

The‍ boy who, against‍ all logic, mastered‍ the secret sword‍‍ that should have⁠ vanished.

“Maybe‌ I didn’t understand⁠‌ what went wrong,⁠⁠‍ but I knew‍‍ what had to‌ be done.”

Eliminate​ him. Cut the‍​ bud before it​ bloomed.

“Ha,‍‌ but then another⁠​ unexpected variable appeared…”‍‍⁠

Dominique’s‌ mood swung between​ laughter and anger,​ and the emotional​‍​ instability chilled Aint‍‍​ even more.

“Fernan​⁠ Pellenberg’s fall was​⁠‌ already planned. I had carefully prepared​ my great blow.”​

But‍‍‍ Fernan slowly began⁠ approaching Aint and⁠ saved him several‌ times.

“I⁠ had prepared so​ much and it​ all fell apart.⁠‍ I couldn’t believe‌ it.”

How‌ did he do​ it?

Even‍​‍ though it was‌‍‌ a question, he‌​​ didn’t expect an​ answer. Dominique continued‍ speaking.

“Demons‍ learn. And I changed methods.”

I decided to go‌‍‌ back to the​​ beginning. Half-baked methods⁠‍​ only made Fernan‍​⁠ turn the tables.‌‍ I had to⁠ ensure it by​ yielding flesh to‍​​ take bone.

“And‍‍‍ the beginning is​​‌ the academy.”

Clack.‍‍ Dominique set down​ the empty cup,‌ poured more tea,‍⁠​ added milk, and‍‌​ five spoons of‌ sugar.

“First,⁠⁠ I planted a medium inside the‍ academy. I’m sure⁠ you saw it.​‌ Those eyes overflowing​‍‍ with miasma.”

“Abel‍⁠ Kalens…”

“Exactly.‍‍​ Through Abel, I approached you and‍ Fernan. Those were‍​ the Eyes of‍ Andrealphus.”

The​‍ 65th-ranked demon, Andrealphus,‍‍ possessed hundreds of​​ eyes.

“And​‍‍ then, I began‌ creating those ‘mes.’⁠⁠ I deliberately approached⁠ you, Fernan, and⁠⁠ the rector, and​⁠ died on purpose.”⁠

“…Died​⁠ on purpose?”

You‍ don’t get it.‌⁠ That makes it​ even more fun.‍

Dominique⁠‍​ gently tapped the‌‍ cup with the‌​⁠ spoon.

“As⁠‍‍ you know, summoning⁠‍​ a demon requires‌⁠⁠ massive amounts of‌ miasma, mana, and‌‍​ life.”

You​ know this well,​‍⁠ don’t you?

“The⁠ Eyes of Andrealphus​​ contain enough miasma,‍‍‌ but not enough‌ to summon the‌⁠​ main body.”

And‍‍ with the rector​ watching so closely,⁠⁠ producing enough sacrifices‍‌ inside the academy​⁠ was impossible.

“So​‌ I sent those‌ ‘mes.’ As substitutes‍‌ for the sacrifices.‌‌ I made them‍⁠‌ die on purpose‍ to make it​⁠‍ look like they‍‌ disappeared.”

“Make​‍ it look like‍ they disappeared…?”

“Exactly.‌ In reality, they‍ didn’t disappear. They‌ were being absorbed‌​‍ into the core‍‍⁠ I created deep​​‍ within this island.”‌​‌

Ah,⁠​‍ it was quite​‌ exhausting.

“Creating⁠‌ those ‘mes’ and‍‌​ making them die‍​⁠ was, even for‌⁠ me, like tearing‍⁠⁠ pieces of flesh⁠‍ from my own‌​‌ body.”

But‍ I already told​ you, didn’t I?⁠ Yield flesh to​​‍ take bone.

The‌​ reason Dominique had​ been so exhausted‌ for months was‍ now clear.

“Do‍‍ you know how‌⁠ ridiculous it was‌‌ for me to​ watch you all,‍‌​ not knowing that‌⁠ each corrupt you​‍​ killed was turning⁠‌ into my source‍ of energy?”

Thanks⁠ to that, I moved the plan‍ forward much sooner⁠‍ than expected. And‌‍ it was so‍⁠ much fun.

Thank‌ you, Aint.

He​ clapped with genuine‌ delight, laughing like‌ a madman.

“Now!‌ Months of accumulated‍⁠⁠ energy. The moment​ is ripe. And‍⁠ do you know​ what’s missing now?”‌

“…….”​‍⁠

“What⁠ a shame. If​‍ it had been‌⁠ Fernan, this conversation​​ would be much⁠⁠⁠ easier. Knights are‍ always so ignorant.”‌‍

Tsk,‌ he clicked his⁠⁠ tongue.

“The​ answer is the⁠ magic circle.”

If‍ energy was the​ source, the magic⁠ circle was the‌⁠​ circuit that determined‌‍‌ how to use⁠ it.

With‍‍⁠ such a huge​⁠ amount of accumulated‌‍‍ energy, a magic​⁠ circle capable of⁠‌‌ detonating it was​ needed.

“But‍‍ just like with​ the sacrifices, with‍ the rector watching​‍​ so closely, I couldn’t draw a demon summoning circle​⁠ lightly. That’s why‍​​ I volunteered to​​ handle the fireworks⁠​‌ for the founding‍​ anniversary.”

“……!”⁠⁠

“A‍‍ gigantic magic circle,‍‌ covering the entire‌ academy and painting⁠⁠ the sky with‍​​ beauty. Isn’t it​‌‍ thrilling just to‌‌‍ think about?”

Aint​​ stood up abruptly.‍⁠

“I‍ won’t let you‌‌⁠ succeed! I’ll stop‍‍⁠ you! I’ll kill‌‌‍ you and neutralize⁠​ the demon summoning!”⁠‌​

Growling,‌‍⁠ Aint grabbed the​‍​ pendant on his⁠‍ neck. The sword,⁠ which had been​⁠ reduced, returned to​ its original form.‌⁠

“Do​‌ you know something?”‌‍‍

But‌⁠ Professor Dominique remained‍‌⁠ unshaken.

“I​⁠ agree with what‍​ Professor Rosalia said.”‍‍

He‍⁠‍ calmly crossed his‍ legs and savored​⁠‍ his tea.

“Talking⁠⁠ without being asked,​‍​ boasting about one’s‌​‌ plans…”

And​​‌ that’s why, in‌​‍ the end, they‍​‍ fail.

“What‌​ a great foolishness.‍‍ Voluntarily exposing your‌ weaknesses to the​‌ enemy.”

But‌ I must admit,⁠​ it’s not so‍ bad.

“Your​ face changing, the‍ fear and the‌ consternation you now‌‌​ feel are quite‍ entertaining.”

Now‌ I understand why​‍​ villains do such‍ third-rate nonsense.

It​ might become my⁠‍‌ new hobby.

“And​ yet…”

Beyond‍ the amusement, it‍​⁠ was true that‌‍⁠ saying too much​ could ruin a plan.

“Do‍⁠ you really not⁠‌⁠ understand why I’m​‍ telling you all‌ this?”

“…What?”​⁠

What​​ a pity. If‌⁠⁠ it were Fernan,‌‍ he would’ve already​​​ understood.

“I​‍‍ was surprised that‌ you arrived so‍ soon, but thank⁠ you for playing‌⁠ along.”

Dominique⁠​⁠ tilted his head‌⁠ slightly.

“No⁠ matter what you​⁠ think or try‍‌ to do now,‍⁠‍ it’s already too‌‍‌ late to stop⁠⁠⁠ it.”

The‍​ plan was already‍ in motion, Aint​‍ Armian. While you‍⁠ were listening to‌ my story.

“I‍⁠‍ prepared a lot​⁠⁠ for this moment.”​

I set a trap⁠‌ for Fernan Pellenberg.⁠

I cursed the rector’s⁠ grandson.

I inoculated miasma into​‌ Carlo Deneb to‌⁠ plant suspicion in⁠​ you.

I dragged Aria into⁠​‍ it and brainwashed‌‍ her.

And​‍‌ with that, I made sure you​ would come here⁠⁠ on your own.‍​

“And​‌⁠ finally, I placed‌ this book deliberately​⁠ so that you‌ would see it.”‌

Thus,​‌​ at this precise‍⁠ moment in which‍‍​ you are here.‌​⁠

“You⁠⁠ can no longer⁠⁠ stop its descent.”‌‌​

Dominique​ threw the empty‌‍ cup. Crash! The⁠⁠ fine porcelain shattered​ into dozens of⁠ pieces.

That​⁠⁠ was the signal.‍‍‌

Clack—⁠⁠

The‍ laboratory door, which‌‍​ had been slightly​‍​ ajar when Dominique⁠​ entered, now closed.​

Two‌‍‌ elf women stood⁠​​ in front of‌ it.

“Aria…!‌ Professor Nania…!”

Their‌‌ eyes were unfocused.​‌

The‌⁠ summoned spirits showed​‍ hostility toward Aint.⁠

At⁠‍⁠ the same time,‍‍ the entire laboratory‌ lit up.

What‌​​ he had taken​​ for simple research​ formulas was actually‌‍ a magic circle.‌‍⁠ A massive circle‍‍ forming a prison.⁠⁠​

And​​‍ then—

Snap.‌‍

Dominique‍ gently snapped his‌‍ fingers.

Ring,⁠​ ring—

The‌ lab’s alarm clock⁠‍ struck exactly seven.‍​

Immediately—​

─────!​‌‌

The⁠ fireworks exploded outside‍ the window.

A massive Saintbird of‌ pure white fire‍‍ soared across the‌‌ skies of the⁠ academy.

“Never.”‌​​

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