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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 223

Chapter 223

What‌‍​ the hell is​⁠​ going on?

Valoshi‌‌ Vienderk was confused.‍

Until‌ just recently, everything‌ had been a cheerful festival. The‌​⁠ fireworks meant to​‍⁠ crown the celebration‌ lit up the​​ sky beautifully.

But​​ it didn’t take⁠‌ long for it‌ to turn into​ hell.

The‌‌ Saintbird transformed into​ a peacock, and‌​ a demon descended.‌

Valoshi​ didn’t know how‌​​ to react.

Was⁠‌ he supposed to⁠​ face a demon‍‍ without the chancellor‍ present? Wouldn’t it​⁠ be better to⁠⁠‍ flee?

He⁠⁠ had no intention‍ of risking his‌ life in a losing battle.

But⁠ he couldn’t keep‌⁠⁠ hesitating. He saw⁠‍‍ Professor Grad charging‌ directly at the⁠ demon.

‘If​‍⁠ it’s Professor Grad…’⁠‍‍

He⁠‍ was a Royal⁠⁠‍ Knight. Most people‌‌ didn’t know, but⁠‌ there were those​‍ who did.

‘Kimaris‌⁠ was also defeated⁠ by the border⁠ count Bercheff and​ the Mercenary King.’⁠‌⁠

Even‌ if the chancellor⁠⁠​ wasn’t there, the‌ Academy had dozens⁠ of professors.

All‍​ were strong enough‍ to stand out​⁠‌ anywhere on the‌ continent. With a Royal Knight at‍​ their side, it​‌ would be enough‌‍ to defeat a demon.

“And​‌​ besides, I could‌‍ confirm with my‌​​ own eyes if⁠‍ the power of​‌ Armian is real.”​‌⁠

Until⁠⁠⁠ now, he’d only‍ heard about it​⁠ in rumors. He‌ couldn’t pass up‌⁠ the chance to​‍ see it for‌‌ himself.

However—‍

‘Where⁠​ are the professors?‌‍ And Aint?’

Contrary‍ to what he‍⁠​ expected, the only‌‍​ ones fighting the‌‍ demon were Professor‍‍​ Grad, Luina Bercheff,‍‍ and Jace Vines.​⁠‌

No​⁠ sign of the‌‍‍ other professors. No‌ sign of Aint,‍‍‍ the supposed natural​​‌ enemy of demons.‌​ Something was wrong.‍‍⁠

‘The⁠‍‍ corrupt planned something.’⁠

A chill ran down‌ his back. They⁠ had to find​⁠ Aint and the​‍⁠ professors.

But‍‌​ where?

Monsters‌​‌ were everywhere. The‍⁠‌ demonic magic released‍ by the enemy‍‍‍ clouded his senses.​

“Valoshi‍‍ Vienderk?”

“Senior‍ Almon. Is that⁠⁠ Prince Ludger?”

“Yes,⁠‍ he was exposed​⁠ to demonic magic‍​ and lost consciousness‍​‌ for a moment.⁠⁠ Where were you‍‌ headed?”

“I​⁠‍ was looking for​‌⁠ the professors, since‍⁠‌ they’re nowhere to‍‌ be found.”

“That’s‌ odd… But can‌ you at least​ escort us to‌​​ the infirmary? I’m⁠ carrying the prince​ and can’t fully‌⁠⁠ protect him.”

“Of‌ course.”

While​⁠ searching for the⁠ professors, Valoshi had‌ come across Almon,‍‌ Ludger, and Ahgrot.⁠​

He⁠ couldn’t refuse Almon’s‍‌⁠ request to help​‍‍ escort the prince,⁠⁠‌ so he joined​⁠‌ them for a while.

Then,‍⁠ a flash of‌​‍ icy energy appeared⁠‌ in his vision.​⁠‌

“Sister?”‍‍

Hadn’t‍ she left with​ Fernan Pellenberg outside⁠ the Academy?

And‍‍ right after that—​

Boom!‌​‍

An​⁠ incomparably loud roar‍ shook the sky⁠​ as a golem​ fell from above.​

— Grrrrroooaaar!

It‌‌ crushed the demon​​ and roared.

At​‍​ that incredible sight,⁠ Valoshi understood.

‘There’s⁠​ something more.’

His‌‌ sister wasn’t the‍‍ type to run​‌⁠ from a demon.‌‌

She​⁠​ had always been‌⁠ firm, even against‍ their fearsome father—firm‍‌ enough to negotiate‌‌‍ with him and‌​⁠ leave the family.⁠​‍

And⁠‍​ with no support,‍⁠ she had become⁠‍ the youngest professor‌ at the Academy.⁠‍

‘Then,⁠‌‌ her goal must‌‍‌ be…’

Sooner‌ or later, Rosalia​ would return to‍⁠ the family. How‌⁠ was he supposed‍‌ to receive her​⁠ when she did?⁠​​

With⁠ a smile? With⁠‍⁠ tears? With anger,‌ resentment, or regret?⁠

His‌​‌ heart was in⁠‌‍ chaos.

Whatever​​ the case, if​ Rosalia had left⁠ the demon behind​‌⁠ to go somewhere⁠ else, she must⁠ have had a good reason.

‘Did‍ she find the‌​ professors?’

Or‌‍ maybe Aint.

With‌​ that thought, he‌​⁠ realized he was‍‍‌ already following Rosalia’s‍‌‌ mana trail.

***‍‌⁠

“W-why‌​ a betrayal…?”

Plop—⁠

The⁠⁠​ last assistant, who​‍ had held out⁠​⁠ until the end,‌⁠​ collapsed to the‌ ground with eyes​​​ wide open.

Finding‍​​ the missing professors‍ after the demon’s‍‍‌ descent seemed like‍‌ a success—but it⁠⁠ was a trap.‌

He‌​ hadn’t just taken‌‍ down the professors—he‌​ had also taken⁠‍ down the assistants.‌‌‌

The​ one they trusted‌⁠ the most.

“The​ word betrayal is‍ only used for⁠​‌ those who were⁠‌​ ever on the⁠ same side.”

Dominique‌‌ personally closed the⁠ unconscious assistant’s eyes.‍⁠‌

“I‍‍ was never on⁠ the side of‍⁠‍ humans.”

On​⁠⁠ the top floor⁠⁠‌ of Ravidus Hall,⁠​​ Professor Dominique had​‍ forced dozens of⁠‍ professors and assistants​ into an artificial‍‌‌ sleep.

He‍ calmly walked out,‌​ sat on a chair, and poured⁠​‌ himself tea. He‌‌​ added sugar and‍‍⁠ milk, stirring it‌⁠ slowly as he⁠ observed the scene​‍ he had created.‌⁠‌

“How​⁠ beautiful.”

A blackened sky.

Andrealphus⁠‍ unleashed.

Monsters​‍ raining down in‌​‌ droves.

Screams⁠​ and death everywhere.​

The​‌⁠ Academy crumbling.

This‌‌⁠ was what he‍ had been preparing‌ for over ten​‌‌ years.

The‍⁠ fall of the⁠ Academy. Turning the‌⁠ Empire’s cradle into‍ its grave.

The‍‍​ professors would die‌‍‌ as if in‍‍​ peaceful sleep, and‌ the Academy would‌‍ be destroyed.

The⁠⁠‍ Empire would lose‍‍‌ its future generations‌‍ and take a long time to‌‍⁠ recover.

“And‍‍ I even got⁠ rid of Fernan‌​⁠ Pellenberg…”

When⁠‍‌ everything was over,⁠​ he’d just need⁠‌‌ to finish off⁠⁠ Aint alongside Andrealphus.​

Although‍‌⁠ some plans had⁠‌​ gone awry, everything⁠⁠ was still nearly‍ perfect.

So‌​‍ he believed.

— Kwoooong!

Until‍⁠⁠ a gigantic golem⁠ fell from the⁠ sky.

Until‌‍​ it struck and⁠‌⁠ crushed Andrealphus.

“…Huh?”​‍‍

The‍ freshly served tea​‍⁠ overflowed from the‌​​ cup. But Dominique‍‍​ didn’t stop it.⁠‌

“…A​‌ Saintbird?”

In‌ the sky was⁠‍‌ a majestic bird,​‍ with two pairs⁠⁠‌ of wings, the⁠‍ sacred symbol of⁠ the Empire.

“Why…?”⁠​⁠

The‌‍​ golem had jumped‌​​ from its back.⁠⁠‍

Wasn’t‍ that Saintbird Aint’s?​ Then what was‍​ that golem? Had‍​ Aint created it?⁠

No,⁠ impossible.

Aint⁠​ was hopeless with‌‌‍ magic. He couldn’t‌⁠ even construct a simple magic circle,​‌‍ let alone a golem.

And⁠ yet… that golem‍ looked strangely familiar.​​⁠

“A​ necklace?”

Yes.​ It was the​⁠ necklace. The same⁠⁠ one Fernan Pellenberg‌‍​ always wore around‍ his neck.

“Fernan⁠ Pellenberg?”

Had⁠ he returned alive?‌

Dominique​‌⁠ jumped to his‍‍ feet. The cup‍ and teapot fell‌ to the floor.‌

Impossible.‌‌‌ He had sent‍‍ Flauros after him.⁠ Even if crude,​‌‌ his strength was​ undeniable. How could‌⁠ he have lost?‍

No‌‍​ matter how much​⁠ he thought, he​‍‍ couldn’t find an‌​ answer.

Even⁠ with a golem⁠⁠ like that, and‌​ even adding Rosalia,‌‌ Flauros shouldn’t have​ fallen.

That‌⁠⁠ was how he‌‌‌ had planned it​ all.

Then‌​ why? How?

“Why​ are you here,‌ Professor Rosalia?”

Dominique‍ snapped his head​⁠​ around. At the‌⁠⁠ end of the​ hallway, someone walked​ slowly toward him,‌​ and their eyes⁠‌⁠ met.

“Is⁠‍‍ it strange for​ a professor to‍ be at the⁠‌ Academy?”

“Isn’t‌ it strange that‍‍‌ a human who⁠ should’ve been devoured⁠ down to the​⁠ last scrap of​‍ flesh is still‌‍ alive?”

“So‍ you admit you’re⁠⁠ the one behind‍ all this. I was uncertain. The⁠‌​ Professor Dominique I knew wouldn’t do⁠‍ something like this,‍‌‌ but now I can feel the⁠⁠ demonic magic.”

Scrape—⁠‌‌ Professor Rosalia dragged‍‌ a chair, sat‍⁠ in front of‌⁠ him, and looked‍ him straight in⁠​⁠ the eye.

“Sit​‍‌ down. How long‌ are you going⁠⁠‌ to make me⁠‌​ look up at​‌ you?”

“I’ve⁠‍‍ always thought you‍ were truly fascinating,​⁠‍ Professor Rosalia. Alright,‍‌⁠ I have many‍ questions too.”

Dominique‌‍ snapped his fingers.‌‌‌ The broken cup‌ reassembled and reappeared​⁠⁠ in front of​‌‌ him. He poured⁠‌‌ tea and added​‌ milk.

Rosalia,​⁠ watching, brought a cigarette to her‌‌ lips.

“Since​⁠ when?”

“From‌ the beginning.”

“You’ve‍​ been a corrupt‍⁠‌ from the start?”⁠‌‌

“You‌‌ seem to be‌‌ making a mistake.”​‌

Dominique​‌ smiled calmly.

“I’m‌‌ not a mere⁠ corrupt.”

“……!”⁠‌‌

For‌ the first time,⁠ Rosalia’s face faltered.⁠‌‍

“So‍​⁠ you can make‌ that face too,‍‌ Professor.”

“You…‌ what are you?”⁠

“That,​⁠ you’d best hear⁠​​ from Aint Armian.​⁠‌ I think he’ll‌ survive this battle.”‍

“What…?”‍‍‌

“The⁠⁠​ truth is…”

Dominique​‍‍ paused, took a sip of his‍‌‍ milk tea, and‌‌‍ continued.

“Today‍ is the result‌⁠⁠ of a plan​​ I’ve worked on‍‌‍ for a very​ long time, though​​‌ things got accelerated.”‍‌

Because‌ of Fernan Pellenberg⁠ and Aint Armian.​⁠⁠

“According⁠ to plan, this⁠⁠ was supposed to‍‍ happen two years⁠ from now. And​​‌ yet, everything fell‌⁠⁠ apart again because​ of those two.”‌‍‌

“For⁠ someone like that,‌ you seem pretty​⁠ calm.”

“Do‍‌ I really seem​ that way?”

Then​⁠ you’re gravely mistaken.‌‍

He​‍ brushed his face,‍⁠ and in an‌ instant, his expression‍‍ changed.

Rage,‍ confusion, rage, confusion,⁠​​ rage, confusion, rage.‌⁠‍

An⁠⁠ extreme mixture of‍‍‌ fury and disbelief.⁠ Something impossible to‌‍​ see in the‌ Professor Dominique Rosalia​​ once knew.

The‌ demonic magic pouring‍‌ from him was⁠ so suffocating that​​‌ even Rosalia felt​ a chill.

Saying⁠⁠⁠ he wasn’t a mere corrupt was,⁠ indeed, the truth.‌

“Right‌‍⁠ now, I’d like​‌⁠ to tear apart⁠‍ not just you,​‍ but everything around‌​ me—and yet, I’m‌ holding back.”

“Out‌​ of curiosity?”

“Let’s⁠‍ say yes.”

Will‌⁠ you answer my⁠​​ questions?

“What‌ happened to Flauros?”​

“What​⁠ do you think?”⁠​

“A⁠‍‍ meaningless question.”

The‍⁠​ mere fact that​‌‍ Fernan’s golem was‍ here already spoke‌ for the outcome.‍ And Rosalia would⁠⁠‍ never leave a defeated demon alive.⁠​

“Then‍‌ I’ll ask something⁠‍ else. How did‍ you kill him?‍‍‍ It’s not that‍ I underestimate the⁠‍​ professor, but with​​ your level, it‍​ was impossible to‍⁠ defeat Flauros.”

“Fernan‍ had a good​ artifact.”

“Yes,​‌​ I can see​‍ that. But it’s‌⁠⁠ not enough. Not​⁠‌ with that golem,​ not with you,⁠ not even with​ Fernan together.”

Click.‌⁠‌ Rosalia lit her​⁠ cigarette.

“And​​‌ are you so‍ sure of that?‌ We’re standing here,​ aren’t we?”

It​ was true. Fernan,‌⁠ Wooden, and Rosalia​‍​ were strong, but‌⁠ even so, they⁠ weren’t enough to⁠ completely contain a demon.

That‍ was why they⁠⁠‍ were demons—the ones‍ who had terrorized⁠‌​ the continent a thousand years ago.‍

But⁠​ Fernan had something‌ else. That would‍ be the fatal‌⁠ mistake of Dominique​‌ and the demons.‌​

“You’re​‌ hiding something. What‍​​ is it?”

“And⁠‍‌ why would I tell you?”

“For‌ the camaraderie of‍ colleagues who worked‍‍⁠ together at the‍ Academy?”

“What‍‍⁠ an absurd joke.⁠​ Aren’t you the⁠‍⁠ one trying to‌​ kill all the‍ professors?”

“Precisely⁠​⁠ out of camaraderie,‌ I left them​ like that. So⁠‍ they’d die in‍​ their sleep, painlessly.‌ I had the‍‌⁠ courtesy to care⁠‌ about that.”

Dominique‌ smiled again. He⁠ stood up from⁠ the chair.

“It’s‍‌‌ been a pleasure,‌‍‌ professor.”

“Where⁠ do you think​ you’re going?”

“If‍‌​ you and Fernan​ are here, it⁠ means my plan​ has failed. Flauros‌⁠ must be dead,‍⁠ and with that⁠‍⁠ unknown thing, even​ Andrealphus will end​ the same.”

And‌ then there was‌​ Aint.

Just‌​ as he finished​⁠ speaking, Aint appeared​ riding the Saintbird,⁠⁠‍ diving toward Andrealphus.⁠⁠

“Well⁠ now…”

Dominique‌⁠‍ clicked his tongue.⁠‍

“Nothing’s‍​‍ going right. I waited so long​‍ for this moment,‍ only for it‌​‍ to end so‍ pathetically.”

“And​⁠​ now you’re planning‌​⁠ to run away?”‌‌

“I’m‌‍ not the kind​⁠‍ to stubbornly cling⁠‍ to failure.”

“Nothing‌ will go your‌⁠ way in the⁠ end.”

Crack—​

Dominique’s⁠ feet froze solid.‍

“You’re‌‌​ not getting away.”‌

“This‌‌‍ reminds me of⁠‍ that time in⁠ the library, when‍ you froze me,⁠‍ professor. Well, technically⁠‌ it wasn’t me,⁠ but still…”

“What‌‍ are you…?”

Crash—‍‌‍ Dominique shattered the‌‌ ice with ease,​ and his body‍⁠ dissolved into an⁠‍⁠ illusion.

“Stop!”‌‌

An⁠ icy storm surged‍‍ after him, but‍⁠ the body vanished‌⁠ again.

And‍ then—

──!‍‍‌

His‍‍ staff clashed with​‌‍ a sword. The⁠ blurry figure of‍‍ Dominique regained its⁠ true form.

“Student⁠ Luina.”

“I’ll‍​​ eliminate you here​ and now, demon⁠​ Dantalion.”

The‌​ voice of the⁠ sword-wielder roared with​‌​ fury.

“Luina?”‍

Luina‍ Bercheff. Champion of⁠ the jousting tournament‍‌‌ and, aside from‍ the professors, one‍ of the most‍‌ dangerous figures in​‌‌ the Academy.

And‍‍ right after, another⁠ appeared—someone Dominique feared‍‌ as much as‌ Aint.

“Where​ do you think⁠‌​ you’re going, professor?”​​

After‍​⁠ leaving the Academy‍​⁠ in ruins.

“You​ have to pay​‍⁠ compensation before you‌‌ leave.”

How⁠ much money from​​‍ House Pellenberg had​⁠​ been invested in​​⁠ the Academy?

With‍‍ a murderous expression,​⁠⁠ Fernan stepped forward‍‌​ toward him.

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