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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 221

Chapter 221

The​​​ wind blew.

Water‌‌ splashed.

Aint‍ danced in the‌‌ midst of it.‌ It wasn’t a dance out of⁠​‌ desire, but because​ he wanted to‌ live and couldn’t‌⁠ allow Professor Aria​‍ or Professor Nania‌⁠ to get hurt.⁠‍​

It‍ was the dance‍⁠ of escape.

─!​‍

The​⁠ power of the​‍‌ spirits and aura​​‍ clashed.

A massive explosion opened​⁠ a brief moment​ of respite.

Even‍‍ so, the magic​⁠ circle imprisoning them‍⁠‌ remained intact.

“Huff,​⁠⁠ huff…!”

Aint⁠‍​ was breathing heavily.‍‌

It​‌ was hard. Not⁠ so much because‌ of the battle‍ itself, but because​⁠‍ he had to‍‌ fight while considering‍​⁠ the situation of‌ those he was​ facing.

“…Is‍‍ there no way‍ out?”

Through​⁠ the window, the⁠‍ large magic circle‍‍ could be seen.‌

Professor​ Dominique was right—the⁠ eyes he had‌ planted worked, and‌ the circle had‍‍‍ been corrupted.

The‌⁠ Saintbird, symbol of​‍​ the Empire, turned‌⁠ into the demonic​ peacock, and the​ degenerated circle began‍​‌ to crack, eventually​​ summoning a demon.‍‍‍

— It’s demon number​‌​ 65, Andrealphus! That​​ damned bird has‍⁠ descended on the​ Academy!

— We have to⁠⁠ get out before‌ it destroys everything!‌ And we don’t‍‌‍ know what Dantalion‌‍‍ is doing! Hurry​ up, Aint!

Whether​ they could defeat⁠‌‌ it or not​‌⁠ was a problem⁠ for later. The‌⁠​ important thing was‍‍ that, in a battle against a demon, the difference‍ between Aint being​‌​ present or not‌‍‍ was immense.

‘If​ we fight alongside‍‍​ senior Luina, and​‍​ with Jace, Verian,⁠ and the professors,‌​ we can do‍⁠‍ it!’

It‍‍ wasn’t impossible to​ stop it.

The⁠‍ professors of the‌‍‍ Academy weren’t Royal​ Knights or Archmages,⁠​ but they were‍⁠‍ just one step‌‍ below.

But‍ that was the‌ problem—the opponents Aint​ faced were also​⁠‍ professors.

“Professor⁠⁠ Nania, please, wake‌‍ up!”

The‌ answer was a high-ranking water spirit⁠⁠ launching itself at‍‍⁠ him.

Water​‍⁠ whips turned into‍ a net trying​ to entangle him.‌

Aint⁠ barely managed to‍⁠ break them, when​‌‌ the wind took⁠ advantage of the‌​⁠ gaps.

He‍​ reinforced his body‌ with aura and​ punched where Aria⁠⁠‌ had been. But​ she was no‌ longer there—only a wind blade remained.‍⁠

His‍⁠⁠ body was already‌‌⁠ full of wounds,⁠‍⁠ and still he​⁠‌ couldn’t find a clear solution.

— Aint, it’s time​​​ to decide.

“But…!”​‌

Gardner​ kept pressing him.​​‍

— If you keep‌ this up, you’ll⁠ die! Since when‌ did you think​‌ you could restrain​⁠⁠ a professor without‌‍ inflicting serious injuries?⁠⁠‌ That’s true arrogance!‌​​

— Don’t forget! Even​ if you’ve grown⁠​⁠ strong enough to⁠ be recognized anywhere​ on the continent,‌‌ you’re still a student!

It⁠‍​ was true that‍ Aint had reached‌​ a fearsome level‌⁠​ for his age.‌‌

But‌ the same applied‍‌‍ to the professors‌‍⁠ of the Academy.⁠

And‍ even if they⁠‌ were under mind‍‍ control, unable to​ use their full‌⁠​ strength, having Aria‌‌‌ on their side⁠ balanced that disadvantage.‍‌

— If you continue⁠⁠ like this, you’ll⁠‍ die, and the⁠⁠‍ Academy will be⁠ destroyed by two‍‌‌ demons.

— Are you going‍⁠ to let that⁠ happen?

— Aint! Didn’t you‍ say you wanted⁠⁠ to be a hero?

“But⁠‍ becoming a hero‌ by killing my⁠ comrades…!”

— Don’t be a child with a demon in front⁠ of you!

— Besides, it’s not⁠ about killing them!​ Just injure them⁠ enough to knock⁠ them out and⁠⁠ give them a potion afterward!

Gardner‍⁠⁠ was right.

Wanting⁠⁠ to save Professor⁠ Nania and Aria‌ from getting hurt‌⁠ wasn’t a mistake​​‌ in itself, but‌​ that will was‌‍ cornering him. And‌‌⁠ what he was​⁠‍ doing now wasn’t​‌ the best option.‌‌

“…I’m​‌‌ sorry, professors. Aria.​ I’ll give you‌ a superior potion​​‌ afterward.”

Aint​‌⁠ made up his​‍​ mind.

He​‌​ would bring them​‍ down and escape‍‍‍ from there as⁠⁠ fast as possible.‍⁠‌

At‌⁠‌ that moment—

─!‌

The⁠ magic circle shook.‍ Not from within,⁠‍‍ but from outside.‌‌

Someone​‍‌ was hitting it‍‌⁠ from the outside​ with aura.

Boom!‌

Thud!‌‍⁠

The‍⁠⁠ door trembled endlessly.‍‍⁠ The circle vibrated.‍​‌

Crack—⁠⁠

A crack formed.

That‌ magic circle, so‍‌ strong that Aint‌ couldn’t break it‌‌​ without first taking‍ down the two‌‍ elves, was breaking.​

“…Someone‌‌ outside?”

Hope‌​⁠ lit up in‍ Aint.

— Yes! Someone is‌⁠‍ breaking the circle⁠​​ from outside! Shout,‌‌​ call for help,​‍ maybe they can​‍ hear you through​‌ the crack!

— Some demonic circles⁠‍ were like that—impossible​ to break from​ inside but fragile‌ from the outside.‍‍⁠ This is your‍⁠⁠ chance!

“I​‍⁠ don’t know who‍⁠ you are, but‌​‌ help me…! Break‍ this…!”

But⁠‌ then.

“Sorry,‍‍ but shortcuts aren’t‌ allowed.”

Professor​ Dominique’s voice rang⁠‌ out, and the⁠​ pounding stopped.

Hope‍‍ crumbled in an‌ instant.

“…Eh?”⁠‍

— Damn it! Then⁠⁠​ there’s only one‌⁠‍ option left!

The​ hope that had‍​ emerged after so‍ much struggle turned​‌ to despair.

Aint‌ clenched his teeth‍​ and made a decision.

“Professor‍ Nania, Aria… I’m‍‌ sorry.”

You’re‍ professors, and yet‌‌‌ you let yourselves‍ be manipulated by​⁠ the corrupt, allowing‍ them to attack⁠⁠‌ your own students.‍⁠‍ Right?

With​ that thought to​‌ support him.

─!‌‌‍

He⁠ unleashed all his​‌ strength and swung⁠ his sword.

***‍

The‍​​ darkened sky.

The‌⁠ summoned demon.

Verian⁠ felt a déjà​‍ vu.

“Andromalius…”⁠‍

The‌​​ appearance and presence⁠​ were different, but‌⁠⁠ there was one‍ common factor—it was⁠‌ a demon.

Its⁠​‍ name and type‌ didn’t matter. What‌‍ mattered was that‍ it had descended⁠​​ and had to‌ be stopped.

And⁠⁠‌ to do that—⁠‍‍

“Aint…”​

They‍‍‍ needed to find⁠​⁠ him. Fernan had​ said it—Aint was​ the only true‍ natural adversary of‍‍ the demons.

That’s‌‍ why, in any⁠⁠‍ problem related to‍​ the corrupt or⁠​ demons, they had‍‍ to look for‍​​ him.

Rooooar—‌⁠​

“Out‌​ of my way!”​⁠​

Verian‍ pierced through the​ chest of a rank 8 monster—a​‍‍ Krikter.

They‌ were repulsive insects⁠‌ that moved in⁠‍ swarms, and there‍ were dozens more⁠ behind it.

But‌‍ they were only‍‌‌ rank 8.

Unable‍⁠ to stop Verian,⁠ who had grown‌ tremendously by following‍⁠ Fernan and Aint.‍‌

After‍‍ sweeping them aside,⁠⁠⁠ he exited the‍​⁠ training field and​‍‍ heard screams from​⁠​ all directions.
But he ignored‌‌​ them and ran​⁠ toward the research‌‌‍ building.

The‍‍ key point was⁠⁠⁠ the demon. And⁠⁠​ only Aint could​ face it.

Wasting⁠‌ time saving a person in front‌‍⁠ of him meant‌​ condemning hundreds on⁠ the island.

“Verian?”​‍

“Senior​‍ Gismond?”

They⁠ both understood each​ other’s intentions in‍ an instant: the​⁠⁠ direction and urgency⁠‌⁠ were the same.‍

“Looking‌‍ for Aint?”

“You‌ too?”

“He’s‌‍‌ probably in Professor‍‌‌ Ladina’s lab.”

“I‌ saw it in​‍ the paper a few days ago.⁠ I’m heading there.”​​‍

“Let’s‍‌ go together.”

“Alright.”​‍‍

Together,‍ they moved faster.‍​‌

The⁠​⁠ monsters couldn’t significantly⁠‌⁠ hinder them.

“He’s‌‍⁠ not here…”

“It’s⁠‍ empty. Where did‍ everyone go?”

A bad sign.

‘No⁠‌ Aint? Then how‌‌⁠ are we going⁠‍⁠ to stop the‌​‌ demon? We can’t‌⁠​ even escape through‍ the circle?’

The‍‍ protagonist was missing‍‍‍ at the worst​ moment.

Gismond‌‍ hesitated, unsure what‍‌ to do.

Then​ they felt a strange energy. It‌ was demonic magic,‌⁠‍ but different from‌‌ the one permeating⁠​​ the Academy due⁠ to the demon.‍‌⁠

“…You⁠​⁠ feel that?”

“Upstairs.”⁠‌

They​‌⁠ hurried up.

There​‌‍ they saw it—a‌ closed door, vibrating‌‍ walls covered in‌‍ magic circles.

The‌​​ demonic magic was​ coming from there.‍⁠

“A‌‌‍ seal?”

“What​‍‍ is this…?”

They‌‌‌ knew immediately it​‍‍ was a prison⁠⁠​ for Aint.

They​‌‌ both struck with​‌ their swords at​⁠​ the same time.​​ Aura pounded the‍‌‍ circle again and‍‍⁠ again.

─!​

The‌ rebound was stronger‍‍⁠ than expected.

Gismond‍ clenched his teeth.​ Could they break‌ it?

But​ seeing Verian persist⁠ without stopping, he‌‌ couldn’t give up‍‌ either.

After‌‌ several strikes, finally‌‌‌ a crack sounded.‌‍

“We⁠‌ can break it!”‌

“Is⁠ someone in there?”‍

“I⁠‍ don’t know who‌‌‌ you are, but‌​‍ help me…! Break‌​‍ this…!”

It‍‌‍ was Aint’s voice.⁠ They had found‌‌⁠ him.

Gismond‌ felt elated.

But​​ at that moment—‍⁠​

“Sorry,‌ shortcuts aren’t allowed.”⁠

A figure appeared and‍‍ just by brushing‌⁠‌ the circle, the⁠‌ cracks closed as​⁠​ if nothing had‌⁠ happened.

“Professor​​ Dominique?”

“A​⁠⁠ pleasure, Verian. Gismond.‌⁠ I’m sorry to​ say you can’t‍​ come in. I prepared this place​⁠ especially for Aint.”‌

“What?”‌​‌

“No​⁠‍ way.”

They‌ weren’t naive enough‌ to miss the‍ truth.

Professor⁠ Dominique was one‍⁠ of the corrupt.‌​​ The shock turned​​‍ into horror.

“You‌‌‌ deceived us all⁠‍ this time…!”

“Humans​‌‌ often say, the‌​ fool is the​‌‍ one who lets⁠​​ himself be deceived.”⁠‌

“Wanna⁠⁠‍ play now?”

“But‌⁠ not with me.”​

Before​‍‌ they could respond,⁠‌‌ Dominique vanished like‍ a shadow.

And⁠⁠ in his place,‌​‌ someone else appeared.​​‌

“…Senior‌‌‍ Carlo?”

“Carlo‍‍ Deneb?”

The‍‌⁠ winner of the​​⁠ Magic Tournament, Carlo‌‍ Deneb.

“Why⁠‍⁠ are you here…?”‍‌⁠

“Watch​​ out!”

Verian‍‍‌ pushed Gismond and‍‍ rolled forward.

─!⁠‌‌

The​​​ place where Gismond‌‍ had been was‌‍ destroyed in a single strike. Electric‍‌​ bolts spread out.‌‍​

“Shit,⁠‍ what is this…!”‌‍​

“His‌ eyes are gone!​​ I’ve seen it⁠⁠ before—he’s under hypnosis!”​‍‌

“What‌‌ did you say?”⁠

Carlo,‍⁠‍ with a vacant​ expression, raised his‌​​ staff.

“Looks​​‍ like we won’t‌⁠‌ be able to‌ free Aint without​‌‍ defeating him.”

“Damn‍ it—and we have⁠ to beat the‌ champion of the‌ Magic Tournament? While⁠‍‌ a demon is‍‌⁠ destroying the Academy‍⁠ outside?!”

Gismond​‍‌ and Verian clenched‍‍​ their teeth.

***​⁠⁠

“Professor!‌‌ Something terrible is⁠⁠ happening! Outside right⁠​ now…!”

Pieto‍⁠ Felice, assistant in‍⁠ Professor Valmon Atra’s​‌⁠ lab in the​​‍ Department of Magic,⁠⁠‌ responsible for the⁠‍ subject “Beasts and‌⁠ Monsters Studies,” opened⁠‌ the office door‍ urgently.

“A‍‍​ demon has descended,‌‌ and yet…”

He​‍ wasn’t there.

The⁠ one who was‌ always in his‍‍⁠ office, in his‌⁠⁠ lab, in the‍​⁠ faculty dorms or​ the classrooms, wasn’t⁠‌⁠ in any of​ those places.

He‍‌​ even checked behind​ the towering stacks​‍ of magic books‌​‍ just in case,‌‍ but nothing.

Where​‌‍ had he gone?​‍​

Thinking‌‍‍ he might be​‌ meeting with other​‌‌ professors, he checked⁠ the offices and⁠ labs of the‌‍​ others.

And‍ then he realized—not⁠‍‌ only was Professor⁠​‌ Valmon Atra missing.​⁠⁠

“Professor‍​ Valmon is gone‍ too? Mine is‍⁠ as well! Professor​‌ Ladina! Where is‍​ she?”

Professor⁠⁠⁠ Ladina Brancheff, responsible​ for “Basic Magical⁠​ Alchemy” and “Enchantments​⁠⁠ and Attributes.”

“Professor⁠​⁠ Nania!”

Professor‍‍ Nania Veris, of‌​ Introduction to Elementalism.‌​‌

“Professor‌‍⁠ Farmion! Where has‍‍‌ he gone?”

Even‌‍ the newest one,‌⁠ professor of “Naval‌​ Combat Studies.”

“Professor⁠⁠ Gert!”

“Professor⁠⁠ Eliair! Where the​ hell are they?”⁠

“A‍⁠⁠ demon has descended!”‍‍

Even​​ the professors from​ the Department of​ Knights.

Not​​ a single one​⁠​ remained.

All‍ of the Academy’s​‍ professors had vanished.‍

All,​ except one—Professor Grad​‍ Xanth from the‍‍‌ Department of Knights.​‌

Only⁠​ he was fighting‌ the demon.

“We‌⁠‌ have to find​ the professors!”

“Surely​ there’s been some​‌‍ accident!”

The‌ assistants joined forces‌ to search the⁠‌‌ entire Academy.

They‍ searched both the‍ Department of Magic‌ and the Knights’,‍​‌ the research building,‌ the faculty building,​ and the dormitories.‍

“Did⁠‌ we… find them…?”‍‌‌

“The⁠‍​ professors…!”

But⁠ they found them⁠ in an unexpected⁠​ place.

“…Holy‍⁠‍ heavens.”

“Professor…!”​

Inside⁠​​ the Ravidus Hall‍ room, it was‍‌ stained with blood.‍‌

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