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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 225

Chapter 225

“Specialist?‌‌ What a joke.⁠​ How dare you⁠‍ say such words‍‍‌ in front of​‍ me?”

Andrealphus​ had completely changed​‍ his appearance.

His⁠ size, once ten‍ meters tall, had​⁠‌ shrunk to just⁠⁠ over two. The‌⁠​ bird form vanished,⁠ transforming into an⁠ extremely handsome human.​‍⁠

The⁠​⁠ first attack had​⁠⁠ failed, but that‌​ wasn’t the only​​ reason for his​ transformation.

Having⁠ a size closer‌‍‍ to that of​​ humans actually gave⁠‌​ him the advantage⁠‌‍ in combat.

He‍ took a deep‍⁠ breath, puffing out‍ his chest. And‍⁠‍ as he exhaled,​​‍ his breath turned‌ into a hurricane.‌

Whooooom—‍

A storm of wind‍ blades swept toward‌ the humans.

That‍​‍ was only the‍⁠ beginning.

Andrealphus​‌ was a master​ of magic and‌⁠​ illusion.

Each⁠⁠ of the hundreds⁠​ of eyes he⁠‌ possessed acted as​ a catalyst for‍⁠ spellcasting.

Eyes​⁠ opened across his⁠‍ arms and hands.‌‍

Some​ summoned flames, others⁠ lightning, wind, rocks.‌‌

It‌⁠​ was a spectacle‌​ of rapid-fire spells‌‍ and explosions: a true magical storm.‌

The⁠‌⁠ power was enough​‍‌ to leave not‍ even bones behind.‍‌

However—‍

Slash!‌‍

From​‍‍ within the storm,⁠ a red-tinged sword⁠​ burst forth.

Its‍ path sliced through‍‌ space itself, severing⁠‍‌ Andrealphus’ neck. His‍ body and head‍ separated, fading into‌ an illusion.

“It’s​ not hard to‌​ predict what ugly​‍ creatures think.”

He​‍ reappeared about 50‌ meters away, mocking‍‌‍ Grad.

“Die.”⁠‌

As‌ he extended his​‍ hands, the earth⁠‌⁠ rose and clapped​⁠ together like two‍​​ palms.

Boom!‌‌⁠

Grad‌‌‌ was launched upward‌ with the rubble,⁠ and black lightning​ struck him from‍‍ above.

Crash!‍‌

The⁠‍ knight withstood the‍‍ pain and charged‍ forward. His aura⁠‌⁠ and the lightning⁠​⁠ clashed, canceling each​​ other out.

“So,‍​ you do have‍⁠ a trump card.”‍​

The‍ distance between them‍‍ vanished in an⁠​​ instant. Wind blades‍ flew at him,​ but all were‌​‍ deflected.

Slam!⁠ Another slash tore‍ through the barrier—and‍ Andrealphus—at the same​​​ time.

“I​⁠ told you, the​⁠ thoughts of repulsive​⁠⁠ beings always fit‌ in the palm⁠​​ of my hand…”‌‍‌

Thirty⁠‌ meters farther, Andrealphus⁠⁠‍ reappeared, quickly crossing‌​​ his arms. A wave of red‍​​ aura stopped just‍‌ in front of⁠ his face, shattering​ his shield. Five⁠​​ of his eyes​ shut simultaneously.

That​​⁠ moment of hesitation‌​⁠ allowed Grad to​‌ close the distance.⁠

When‌ Andrealphus raised his‍ hands, Grad threw‌⁠‌ sand in his​‌ face.

“Tch…!”‍‍

The‌​‌ eyes shut reflexively.‌‍‌

Slash!‌‍‌

His‌‍ neck was severed‌‌‌ once more. This​‍‍ time, Grad predicted​‌ his next position⁠ and swung again,‌ but it wasn’t⁠ like before.

“How⁠​ disgusting… your actions​⁠ are the most‌ revolting.”

“How‌ disgusting… your actions‍‌⁠ are the mo—”⁠‌

“How‍ disgusting… your actions‌ are the m—”‌⁠

Echoing​‌⁠ voices, dozens of​​ copies, illusions or‍‍ clones. All surrounded⁠ Grad from above.⁠⁠

“Hmph.”​

Grad⁠‌ didn’t flinch and⁠ pushed his aura‌‌‍ to the limit.​

Vrrrm—‌

His‌⁠ sword vibrated, roaring⁠⁠ with power.

He⁠‍ released all his‍‌ energy in one⁠‌ blow.

His‍​‌ style was brutal,⁠ unlike Altrierc’s refined‍‌ form—rough, raw, violent.​‍‌

And​ for that very⁠ reason, more destructive.‌​

Thousands​ of aura fragments​ exploded outward, obliterating​⁠ all the clones.⁠‌

Boom!‌

“There⁠‍‌ you are.”

Grad⁠⁠ lunged at the​ one survivor holding⁠⁠⁠ a shield.

But‍ that was the‌⁠ trap Andrealphus had‍‍‌ laid.

“Welcome.”‍⁠⁠

His‍ chest opened, revealing‌⁠ a massive eye.‍‍

Grad​‌​ turned his gaze‌ away—but toward another‌⁠⁠ trap: a third⁠‍‌ eye appeared on⁠ the demon’s forehead.​​

A wave of demonic‍‍ magic surged over‍⁠‌ him. For a moment, Grad felt‌‍ a strange emotion.​‌

“Kh…!”‍

But‌‍‌ he shook it​ off immediately.

“W-What…?​ How?”

Andrealphus‍‍⁠ was stunned.

His​‍ human form was‍⁠ meant to ambush​ Aint, to fight‌ at equal size—but‍‌‌ most of all,​‍ to seduce.

Beauty⁠ was his greatest‌‍ weapon. Through illusions‌‌ and charm, he⁠ had enslaved countless​‌⁠ humans a thousand‍​ years ago.

And⁠‌⁠ yet—

“…What⁠⁠ did you do⁠​⁠ to me, you‌‍‍ damn pretty boy?”‍

It​‍⁠ didn’t work?

Desperate,​‍ he tried to‍​ seduce the others.⁠​‍

“Andromalius‍ wasn’t like this.”‍

But—‌‌‍

— Kyuu?

Not‌ one of them‍‍‌ fell under his⁠ spell.

“Ridiculously‌‍ handsome. God will‌ punish you by‌ making you grotesque.​‌​ And no, that’s‌⁠⁠ not envy.”

No‍‍⁠ one was fooled.⁠​

The⁠​ iron knight, the‍ “ugly hunk of⁠‍​ scrap metal,” could​‍ never understand beauty.‌⁠

His⁠ natural enemy, Aint,‌‍‍ was immune to‍‍‌ his magic.

Grad​ had an unshakable​‌​ mind.

The​ mage, however, truly​ disturbed him.

“What⁠‍ the hell are‌‍‍ you?”

“Me?”​​​

The‌ mage smiled.

“I‍‌​ am the representative‌ of the Dragon​‌ God, sent to‍​ purify all demons.”‍‍

“The…​ Dragon God?”

It‌‌ couldn’t be.

Slash!‌‍​

A red slash exploded​‍⁠ before him, nearly‍‌‌ shattering his shield.‍​

“Damn​‍ you…!”

Before‌⁠ he could finish‌‌ cursing, another slash‍‌‌ split him in⁠ two and hurled⁠‍​ him to the‍‌‌ ground.

“Ughhh!”‌

The⁠ demon coughed up⁠⁠ blood, his body⁠‌ covered in wounds.⁠‍‍ The enemy’s energy⁠ was devouring his‌‍ magic, preventing him​⁠ from regenerating.

“W-Wait!”​​‌ he cried, desperate.⁠​‌

“A⁠‍ draw! Let’s call​‌ it a draw!‍‌ I’ll withdraw right‌‌​ now!”

“…What‌⁠‌ are you talking‌ about?”

“Garbage.‌‍⁠ As always.”

Aint​​ raised his sword.​‌‍

“Demons⁠⁠‌ and corrupts shouldn’t​ be allowed to‍ speak.”

“No,‌‍‌ wait! Let’s make‌⁠‍ a deal! I can’t die like‍⁠‌ this…!”

Slash!​​​

The‌‍‌ demon was cut‌‍ in two.

***‌⁠

“No,‍⁠ wait! Let’s make⁠ a deal! I can’t die like⁠‌‍ this…!”

The‌‍‌ demon’s scream shook⁠ the entire Academy.‍‍‌

Slash!​​‍

Immediately,⁠ a slash that‍‍ tore through space‍​ itself unleashed a white light that​ devoured everything around⁠ it.

“Well‌‍‌ now.”

Sizzle.​⁠​

Professor⁠​‌ Dominique groaned as⁠‍‌ the light bit‌‍ into his magic,‍ devouring it.

Crack—‌ His half-twisted neck‌‌⁠ snapped back into​ place.

“Now‍‍⁠ that Andrealphus is⁠⁠ dead, won’t you⁠ at least let‍ me go?”

“If​ you give me‍ around ten billion⁠​ gold, I’ll consider​‌​ it.”

“A‍ student extorting a professor—the academic authority⁠ has truly collapsed.​​ If the First⁠‍⁠ Emperor who founded‌ the Academy could‍‌​ see this, he’d⁠​ weep in the​‌ underworld.”

His⁠⁠ physical state couldn’t​ even be described​ as normal.

Half​⁠⁠ of his body​⁠⁠ was covered in⁠ white frost, and‍⁠‍ his whole form‌⁠⁠ was riddled with​ wounds, large and⁠‍​ small.

“This​ isn’t what I expected. I thought‌ I’d be praised⁠ for killing a demon.”

“Maybe‍‌ you’re right.”

Dominique’s‌⁠​ breath came out‌‌‍ as icy mist.‍‌⁠ The frost covering‌‌⁠ his skin had​ already frozen his⁠ insides completely.

Were‌​​ he not a demon, simply speaking‍ in such a state would’ve been‍ impossible.

“As​‌‌ always, Professor Rosalia,‍‌ you’re ruthless.”

He‍‌ collapsed with a dull thud. One​​⁠ of his legs,⁠‍ completely frozen, shattered‍⁠⁠ into pieces.

“In​‌‍ the end, we‌ were once colleagues,​‌‍ teaching students together.”‍‍

“Your⁠‌ mouth never rests​ for even a second.”

Should‌​⁠ she freeze his⁠⁠‌ tongue too?

“I‍‌‍ don’t consider a demon a colleague.”‌‌

“You⁠ should abandon that‍⁠⁠ prejudice that humans⁠‌ and demons can’t​‍‍ be comrades. Didn’t⁠​ the Pellenbergs and‌‍ demons get along‍ well in the⁠ past?”

Dominique‍ smiled, looking at​​ Fernan.

“If​‌ you’re trying to​ sow discord, at⁠ least use something⁠⁠⁠ more recent.”

“A‍​​ thousand years ago⁠ is recent to‌​ me.”

“You‍⁠⁠ should consider our‌‍⁠ perspective. Humans live‍ only a hundred⁠ years; do you⁠ really expect to‌‌⁠ manipulate emotions with‍ something from a millennium ago?”

“True.‌⁠ I’ll keep that​‍​ in mind for‌‍ next time.”

“Next⁠‍‍ time? What a funny comment.”

There‌⁠⁠ will be no​‌⁠ next time, professor.⁠

But‌ Dominique ignored Fernan​⁠‍ and continued.

“However,‌‌​ the Empire has‍‍‍ seen demons join​‍‍ forces with humans⁠‍ from outside many‍ times. Ah, now‍ things get complicated.”‍

The⁠ frost covered him‍ completely. From his​​‌ feet to his‌⁠ neck, his whole‌​‌ body except the‍‍ head was frozen.​

That⁠‍​ was the reason⁠​ Fernan and Rosalia​​ still talked with‌​‌ him rather than‍‍ killing him immediately—he⁠⁠ couldn’t escape, and‍ might spill useful‌‍ information.

“You‌⁠ mean Colomo, for⁠ example?”

“Seems‍‌ like it’s no‌ longer worth listening.”‍⁠‌

Fernan‌‌​ bent down, meeting‍‌ the eyes of⁠ the petrified Dominique.‍

“Fine,‍​ I’ll ask anyway—besides‍​ you, have any‌‍ other demons already⁠‌⁠ descended?”

“Do⁠‍ you know the‌ phrase ‘what you​⁠‌ fear becomes reality’?”⁠‌

“I‍ see.”

Fernan’s⁠‍ tone and expression⁠​ changed.

“Then⁠‍ die.”

“Hehe…‌​⁠ not even being‌⁠⁠ treated like a professor anymore. What‌‌ a pity. If⁠‌ I hadn’t sacrificed​⁠ part of my‍‍ flesh to summon⁠‍​ Andrealphus, I wouldn’t⁠⁠‌ have fallen so​⁠⁠ easily.”

“Regret‍ always comes too‍‌ late.”

“Cruel.‌ After all, we‌ had a bond…”‍​‍

Rosalia’s⁠⁠ frost reached him,‌‌ freezing even his​ head.

Luina‌ cut him in​‌‍ two, turning him‌​‌ into a shattered​‌ ice statue.

Professor‍​‍ Dominique’s body disappeared,⁠ disintegrating into black⁠ dust.

“……”‍

Fernan‍ felt an indescribable‌‌‌ wave inside.

Since‍‌ the first day‍‌ he obtained the​ prophecy book, a vision had haunted‌​ him—his own ruin.​‌​

A future where he‌‌ allied with demons,​‌​ betrayed humanity, was‌ rejected by his⁠ father, and cast​⁠ out with nothing.​‌

An⁠ unthinkable, intolerable fate.‍⁠​

The⁠‌ more he understood‌⁠​ that it had⁠ all been an‍‌‍ elaborate trap by⁠⁠​ demons or corrupts,‌⁠​ the deeper his‌‌ fury grew.

How⁠‍ dare they?

Who‍ dared?

To⁠‍ take away everything‍​‌ he had built?​

To‌ turn him into​‌ a ruined beggar?​

That​ rage was his​‌ greatest drive.

The‍ reason he so​​ fervently supported Aint‍ was always, ultimately,​ to avoid his​ own downfall.

To​‍ take revenge on‌⁠ those who sought​‍ to destroy him.​

When‌ he confirmed, through​‍‍ the prophecy, that​ he had avoided‍ that fate, Fernan‌‍ slept the best​‌⁠ sleep of his⁠‍ life.

And⁠⁠⁠ today, at last,‍⁠‌ he destroyed the‍‍ author of that​‍​ trap. He severed⁠ the final thread​‌‌ tying him to‍‌​ that future.

Euphoria.​

Joy.​

Exhilaration.‍‍‌

None⁠​ of it could⁠ be put into‍ words.

“Your‌​‍ face looks weird.”‍

“What’s‌ weird about it?”​‌‍

“Your‍​​ mouth is smiling,​ your eyebrows are​‌‌ furrowed, and your​‍⁠ eyes look on⁠‌ the verge of⁠‍⁠ tears… Are you​‍ crying? Were you⁠ hurt?”

It⁠ was true. They​‍ say when happiness⁠⁠ is too great,‌​​ one cries? A tear rolled down‌‍ his cheek. Yet‌‌‌ he felt no‍​ sadness.

“I’m⁠ crying out of‍ joy.”

“Joy?​ Well, I suppose​⁠ killing a demon⁠ is something to‌​‍ be happy about…”⁠​

Luina,‌‍ awkwardly, handed him​ a handkerchief. As‍⁠ Fernan was still​⁠ lost in the⁠‍ wave of emotions,​​‍ she wiped his⁠‍ face herself.

“What‌​ a sight. But​ it’s not over‌​‌ yet. Don’t let‍ your guard down.⁠‌​ I’ll go check‌‍‌ on the professors.”‌

Rosalia,​‍ cigarette between her‌ lips, entered the‍‍‍ Ravidus Hall.

“Maybe⁠ we should check‍⁠⁠ on the other‍ professors too.”

“Alright,‌⁠​ let’s go.”

Fernan⁠‌ calmed his emotions.‌ His body was‌ exhausted, the Academy‌​⁠ in ruins, but⁠​‌ he thought he⁠ could sleep tonight‌‍ as soundly as⁠⁠‍ that one time…​⁠

‘Wait⁠‌ a second?’

A chill ran down‍⁠‍ his spine.

As⁠​‍ if he had‍‌‍ signed a contract,‍‍ felt safe, and⁠ then remembered a poisonous clause hidden​‌​ within.

“No…!⁠‌ Wait! Let’s make‌⁠‍ a deal! I’ve‌‍‍ descended this far,‌ I can’t die​​ this way…!”

“Cruel.‍ After all, we​ had a bond…”⁠​​

Why?⁠​ Without knowing why,‌‍⁠ Fernan compared the⁠‍​ ends of Andrealphus‍⁠ and Dantalion.

One⁠‍‌ had begged desperately.‌​

The‍ other had accepted‍ death calmly.

You‌​⁠ couldn’t say which‌ was “wrong.”

But‌‍‍ wasn’t it strange‍​​ that a demon⁠⁠ who had managed‍​ to descend would‌​​ accept death so‌‌⁠ serenely?

‘Flauros.’‍‍

He​​ fought until the‌‌‌ end to live.​

‘Kimaris.’‌‍

The​ same. And Andromalius⁠‍ was no different.⁠‌

“A⁠‌⁠ fragment of himself‌ as a sacrifice‍​​ to summon Andrealphus…”⁠⁠

He​ suddenly recalled Aint’s‌ words, about how​‌ Dantalion performed the‍ summoning.

As⁠‌ soon as the⁠‍‌ idea struck, the‌‌‍ dragon’s power stirred⁠ within him.

Fernan’s⁠‌ senses sharpened, his⁠⁠‍ skin tingled, he⁠​ perceived the invisible.‍

And​ in the distance—‌​​

“…Ha.”‍

High⁠‍⁠ in the sky,‌⁠ he sensed a faint trace of⁠ demonic magic.

It⁠‌ hadn’t fully vanished,‌⁠ like Andrealphus’s had.⁠‍

“Damn⁠ demon… pretending to‍​ be dead to​ stab me in‌⁠‌ the back?”

“…What‍ are you talking⁠‍‍ about?”

“It’s‌⁠ an avatar, Luina.”​‍‌

“…Eh?”‍

“Professor‍ Dominique was just‍​ one of Dantalion’s‍‍​ fragments.”

Now‍​ that he thought⁠‍⁠ about it, he‌‌‌ never actually said⁠ he was the​ main body.

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