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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 226

Chapter 226

groooan—​

With‌​ a groan, the​‍ demon split in‍​ two fell to‍⁠​ the ground.

Demons,‍ beings from another‌ dimension, could not⁠‍‌ leave even a corpse in this​‌‍ world.

Andrealphus’s‍​​ body disintegrated into​ dust and vanished⁠ in an instant.‌⁠‍

Aint⁠​⁠ let out a sigh of relief‌‍‌ and collapsed. The⁠‍ pain and fatigue‌‌ that had arrived⁠​‍ late forced him⁠‌⁠ to groan.

He⁠‍ had gone through‌‍ countless trials and‍ crises, but in‍‍ the end, he⁠​ had endured. He⁠⁠ had killed a demon.

That‍​ was enough. That‍‌ was plenty.

— Wait, Aint! It’s‍ not over yet!​​

“Ah…!”‌​

Gardner’s⁠ voice jolted him‍‍ out of his⁠ daze.

In⁠ the middle of‌ the battle against‍‍‍ Andrealphus he had⁠‌‍ forgotten, but he​‌ wasn’t the only‌‍​ demon who had‍⁠‍ descended upon the⁠‍​ Academy.

The‍​‌ true instigator of‌‌ it all remained,⁠‌ demon number 71,‍‌‌ Dantalion.

“Professor!​⁠ There’s still another⁠⁠ demon left!”

“…Another‌ demon?”

Grad‌⁠⁠ Xanth, who had​⁠ faced Andrealphus head-on‌⁠ for so long,‌ lay exhausted after‌​ the battle.

Upon‍ hearing Aint’s shout,⁠ he opened his‌ eyes.

“Two​ demons descended upon⁠⁠⁠ the Academy?”

“Yes.”​​‍

“Damn‍‌‌ it, I can’t​​ even get a break… I’m seriously⁠⁠ going to die‍ at this rate.”​​

Grad​‍​ groaned as he‌⁠ forced his heavy​‌‍ body to rise.​

He‍‌‍ wanted to rest,​ but if they​‌ didn’t stop the⁠​ other demon, they’d‌‍⁠ be resting forever.‌‌ And he had​⁠ no intention of⁠ doing that yet.‌‌⁠

Besides,​‌ he still hadn’t⁠‌ spent all the‍ money Fernan had⁠​ given him.

“Another‌‍⁠ demon? Where is‍⁠⁠ it?”

Even​‍​ the saint of​ the Cult of​‍‍ the Dragon God⁠‍‍ shuddered in surprise.‌​

“For‌⁠ now, senior Fernan⁠​​ and senior Luina‌ are facing him…”‍

At​‍​ that moment, a chill swept the‌‍ air in the​ distance. A storm‍ of blue aura‍ exploded.

“There.”⁠

“Professor‌‌ Rosalia…? And the‌ other professors? All⁠‍ missing, and the‌⁠‍ only one who⁠‍​ had left for‌‌ work is the‌ one who returns…”‍

“Let’s​⁠ go!”

“There?⁠ The Ravidus Hall?”‌‌

But‌​ what they feared⁠ wasn’t there.

When‌‌​ they arrived in⁠ front of the‌⁠‍ Ravidus Hall, what​ they saw was‌‍ Professor Dominique completely⁠​‍ frozen and Luina⁠​‍ splitting him in⁠⁠ two.

“Professor​⁠‌ Dominique?”

“Professor⁠⁠ Dominique was a demon. Number 71,‍ Dantalion.”

“No​​‌ way—wait, the festival‍⁠​ fireworks turned into⁠⁠‍ a magic circle.⁠ And the one‍⁠​ in charge of‌​ the festival was‌‌ Dominique. What irony.”‍⁠‌

Dominique’s‌‌‍ split body disintegrated⁠‌‌ into dust.

And⁠​ that dust rose​⁠ into the sky.⁠

— Toward the sky?⁠‍‍

‘Wait—is‍‌ it possible?’

Under‌‍‌ other circumstances, he‌​ might have overlooked⁠​ it. But they​ had just seen⁠ Andrealphus die, and​​⁠ the comparison was⁠‍‌ inevitable.

Perhaps‍​​ also because he‍‌‍ had witnessed the​ deaths of countless⁠ corrupts.

Andrealphus’s‌⁠ dust had vanished​ without a trace.‌‍⁠

But‍ Dantalion’s dust rose‌‌ weakly, infused with​ demonic magic, disappearing‌ into the sky.‍‌‍

That​ difference could only‌‌ mean one thing.​

“Is‍‍‍ he dead?”

“No.​‍ He’s not dead.”‍​

— It’s an avatar…!​

— Damn Dantalion! He⁠⁠ dug tunnels like​ a rat!

That‍ meant Dantalion was⁠​‍ still alive.

“He’s​ not dead?”

“An‍‍⁠ avatar. Unlike Andrealphus,‍ he didn’t fully​‌‍ disintegrate.”

“I​‍‌ can’t sense him,‌ but it makes‍​ sense. If he⁠‌ could manipulate everything‌‌ as Dominique for​ ten years, of‌ course he had⁠⁠ a backup plan.”‌

Grad‍​ was right. Aint‍​ leapt into the​​​ air, following the​⁠⁠ rapidly fading trails‍ of magic into‌​ the sky.

— It’s just a remnant of an​ avatar, it’s not‌‌‍ that significant, but​‍‍ at least we⁠ can reduce some​​‌ of the magic​ that returns to​ the main body.​‌

‘Yes,​⁠ we have to⁠⁠ hurt it—even a little. After everything‌ he did to‌​⁠ us.’

From​‍ above, the scale‌‌‌ of the disaster⁠ was even clearer.‍‍‍

The⁠‌‌ Academy was destroyed.​⁠ The devastation was⁠‌​ overwhelming.

Gritting‍⁠ his teeth, he⁠⁠‌ swung his sword.‍‍ The white aura⁠⁠‍ dissolved the residual‍⁠‌ magic until it‍⁠ vanished completely.

As‌⁠ he landed, his‍⁠​ eyes met Fernan’s.​‍

“Senior.”​⁠

“I‌​ saw it. Andrealphus?”‍‍

“He⁠⁠​ completely disintegrated.”

“At‌⁠⁠ least something good.”‌‍​

But​⁠ even so, Fernan’s‌ expression didn’t relax.‌

Thanks‍ to the Dragon⁠‌ Heart he had​‍​ defeated Flauros, returned‍​ riding Silver, and‍​​ stopped the plan.‌ Quite an achievement,⁠⁠⁠ yes.

But⁠⁠⁠ the outcome remained​‌‍ bitter—more than half⁠​ of the Academy’s‍ buildings were in‍⁠ ruins.

The‍⁠‍ center of the⁠​ summoning had been‍ reduced to rubble⁠ by Andrealphus’s rampage,⁠‌‍ and the monster‌‍ hordes had caused⁠ countless casualties.

How‌ much time and‌‍ effort would it‍​‍ take to repair‍​‍ this damage?

At​‍ that moment—

“Fernan!​⁠ Get in here‍ and help me!”‍⁠​

Professor⁠‌ Rosalia’s voice, sharp​⁠ like a scream,⁠​‌ echoed from the⁠‍⁠ Ravidus Hall.

Everyone,‌ including Fernan, rushed​ inside. The voice‌ came from the​‍‌ main hall, a luxurious room reserved⁠ for noble guests​⁠ or imperial dignitaries.⁠

“Good‌⁠ heavens.”

“What‌​ the hell…”

The‍⁠⁠ floor, the walls,⁠‍ the entire ceiling​⁠ were covered in‍​​ complex magic circles.‍⁠‌

A cold air ran‌ through the place,​ and frost blocked‌​​ the spell flows.‌‍ It was Rosalia’s‍‍ doing.

But​ that wasn’t the⁠‌‌ important part.

Within‌⁠ those circles lay⁠⁠‍ bodies, as if‌ dead.

Mostly​ professors, mixed with‍‍‍ some assistants.

And⁠‌ among them, several⁠​ no longer showed‌⁠ any signs of​‍ life.

“Dominique,‌ you mad bastard…!”⁠⁠⁠

“Oh​​⁠ my god.”

The‍‍⁠ worst had happened.‌⁠

***‍‍

Was‍​⁠ it because even‍ the sky shared‍​​ the Academy’s grief?‌

From⁠ the dark vault⁠⁠‍ above, a steady‍‌‍ rain began to‍​⁠ fall.

A black procession stretched​‍​ along the boulevard,‍‌‍ and the laments‌⁠‍ did not cease.⁠​​

They‌​⁠ were preparing a funeral and a joint mourning ceremony‌​ for the victims‍⁠‌ of this tragedy.‌

Fernan,​ dressed in black‌ mourning clothes, carefully‌⁠ opened the newspaper.‍‍‌

The‍‍​ news that a demon had descended‍ upon the Academy​ had shocked the‌​‍ entire continent within‌⁠‌ hours.

【Academy‍‌ in ruins—What happened​⁠​ at the Academy?】​‍⁠

【The‍‍ disaster summoned at​​‍ the Academy—Demon Number⁠​‌ 65, Andrealphus.】

First,​⁠‍ they were horrified‍ by the descent‍⁠‍ of Andrealphus.

【The​ day that should’ve‍ been the happiest⁠‌⁠ turned into the⁠‌​ saddest. The Empire’s‌ greatest festival became​ its greatest tragedy.】​

【Parents​ who lost their‌‍⁠ children—heart-wrenching cries—crowds gather‍⁠‍ at the Academy.】‍⁠

【Collapsed‌ Academy—dozens of professors‌ killed by the‌‌​ demon…!】

Then​ they were stunned‍⁠ by the level⁠ of destruction.

【Corrupts​‍ infiltrated the Academy.​​ Were there signs⁠⁠ all along?!】

【When​⁠‌ the demon descended,​ where was the‌‌​ rector?】

And​⁠ amid so much​‍ grief and despair,​ people looked for‌⁠ someone to blame.‍

【Aint‍⁠‍ Armian appears riding‍‍‍ the Saintbird—The legend⁠‍ returns! Slays the‌ demon.】

【A‌‍ giant of steel‌⁠​ at the Academy—Not​‍​ just a common‍⁠ golem?】

Finally,‍​​ they highlighted a ray of hope‌ among the despair.‌⁠

“……”​‌

Fernan​‍ folded the newspaper.​⁠ A sigh escaped‍ him on its‍‍ own.

Failure.‌

No‌‍‌ matter how much​‌ it was dressed‍ up, the content⁠‌‌ didn’t change.

This‍‌​ had been, without​‍‌ a doubt, a failure. The demons⁠ had succeeded in‍ destroying the Academy,‍ cradle of the​‌⁠ Empire.

The‌​‌ historic buildings were​‌ now ruins.

Students⁠⁠ had died, and​‌​ half the professors‌‍​ as well.

How⁠‍ could stopping them⁠‌⁠ like this be⁠​⁠ called a success?‌⁠‌

The‌​‌ only salvaging grace‌ was that, at‍​ least, there weren’t⁠ that many student‌ casualties.

Each‍‍⁠ of those young‌​‍ ones was a recognized talent across‌⁠⁠ the continent.

They‌​⁠ had been scared,‍‍​ had trembled, but‍ they joined forces‌‍ to survive and‌‍ defeat the monsters.‍⁠⁠

Most,⁠⁠⁠ knowing their place,‍‌ hadn’t even approached​‌‍ the demon. Thanks‍⁠ to that, student‌‌ casualties were minimal.⁠⁠

“…And​ the professors?”

That⁠‌ was the biggest⁠‌ problem.

The⁠ Academy, combining the​‍⁠ Departments of Knights,⁠‍ Magic, and Administration,‌‍ had 101 professors.⁠

Of⁠​ those, Dantalion had​​ left untouched the⁠​ 20 from the‌​‌ Administration Department, as⁠‍​ if uninterested.

That⁠ left 81. And‍​⁠ of those, 21‍‌⁠ had died.

An⁠ immense loss for‌‌ the entire continent.‍⁠‌

And‌ for the Academy,⁠ an irreplaceable void.​‍

Filling‌⁠​ the absence of‍​ 21 professors would​⁠⁠ never be an‌‌ easy task.

The⁠‌​ Armian Academy didn’t‍‍‍ just gather the‍ best students—but also‌‍‍ the best teachers.‍

Was⁠ it Dantalion’s “mercy”​ that he let​‍‌ them die peacefully​ in their sleep?​‌ Or simply the⁠ result of the​ time he spent‍​‌ infiltrating?

“Fortunately,​‌ with some rest,‍​ the others will‍​ recover.”

The‌ professors who died‍‌ had passed with‌ serene expressions, without‌‌ pain.

Those‌⁠⁠ who survived didn’t‌‌​ suffer serious injuries.‍

Was⁠‍ that truly the⁠‌ “affection” Dantalion spoke​ of? Or a cruel joke?

Only⁠⁠ he would know‍⁠ the truth.

“How‍ did they fall‌⁠⁠ so easily?”

“Most‌‌⁠ drank or ate⁠⁠⁠ what Dantalion offered​ them, unsuspectingly.”

Fernan‍⁠ let out a bitter laugh.

If‌ no one knew​‍⁠ that Professor Dominique​ was actually Dantalion,‍‍​ anyone would’ve fallen‍⁠​ just the same.‍​‌

Nine​⁠​ years. No less‌‍ than nine years⁠ of getting along‌⁠ with everyone.

Maybe‌‍ little for a demon—but an eternity‍‌‌ for a human.⁠

“There‌⁠‍ was no way​‌ to avoid it.”‍

Not​‍ even the greatest⁠ mages could resist⁠ drugged tea or‌‍ poisoned sweets, especially‍ when among trusted‍‌​ company.

“In‍‌ the end, we⁠‍ danced to Dantalion’s‌⁠ tune from beginning​‌ to end.”

Emptiness.​​ After so much​⁠‍ effort and preparation,‍‌ to end with​‌‍ such a blow⁠​‌ hurt far too‍⁠ much.

“But⁠ at least he‌⁠ didn’t achieve his​‌ goal.”

“That‍‍​ was pure chance.⁠​ A result I never planned.”

Obtaining‌‌ the Dragon Heart,‍‍ discovering it was​ the power demons‍ feared as their​⁠ nemesis—it was all​ coincidence, luck.

Had⁠ it not been⁠ so, the outcome‌‍ would have been‌ different.

“But‌ in the end,‌​⁠ it happened. Chance‌‌​ or not, now⁠ it’s mine. We‌‍ killed two demons‍​ and ruined their‍‌ plan.”

Fernan‍ brushed his hair​ back.

“That‍ line should be⁠​​ mine to cheer​‌ you up, young​‍ master.”

“Cheer‍ me up? No⁠ need, Hyde. My​​ blood’s boiling, but‌‍⁠ I’m not defeated.”⁠

They​ had caught two‍ demons with minimal​⁠ losses.

That‌‌ was a feat​ almost no one‌ could claim.

“Now’s​⁠‌ not the time‍​ to grieve, but⁠ to plan the⁠ reconstruction.”

Was​⁠‍ the Academy destroyed?‍​ Then it would‌​ be rebuilt.

The​ deaths of students​​ and professors hurt,‌​⁠ yes.

But‌‌‍ at least student‌ losses were few.⁠

The‌‍‌ problem was the‌‌‍ professors.

Filling​ the absence of⁠‍ 21 would not‌‍ happen overnight.

“And‍‍​ the rebuilding of‌ the buildings?”

“Same.​ This semester is​‌ lost.”

Even​ if buildings were⁠‌ raised quickly with‍⁠‍ magic, rebuilding something⁠ the size of⁠‍⁠ the Academy wouldn’t‌ happen in a day.

It‌‌‌ would take entire⁠ months. The rest⁠⁠‌ of the semester,‍‍​ even winter break,⁠ would need to‍‍ be used for​‌⁠ it.

“The⁠‌‍ Academy must be‍⁠⁠ rebuilt from the⁠ ground up. And‌ if so, it​‌​ wouldn’t be bad​‍‌ to put new​ wine in a new wineskin.”

“A⁠‌‍ new wineskin? Are⁠‍‌ you referring to…?”⁠

“Yes.”​​​

Fernan‍‌ nodded and approached‌‌ Rosalia, who was‍ silently smoking in‍⁠‌ her mourning attire.⁠

“Professor.”⁠

“What‍ is it?”

“You‌⁠‌ must prepare yourself.”‍

“Prepare⁠ myself?”

“Soon,‍​‌ the rector will‍ resign from his⁠ post.”

“I‌⁠ see.”

Rosalia‌‍ wasn’t surprised.

“In‌ the end, it‌​ had to be​ this way.”

Calmly,​ she flicked the​ ash from her‌​ cigarette.

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