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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 227

Chapter 227

“I​‌‍ don’t think this‍⁠⁠ is the right‌‌ place to talk.”‍‍‍

Professor‌⁠⁠ Rosalia and Fernan‌⁠ moved to a secluded alley.

“Explain​ in detail.”

“The‌‌ Academy will have​‍‌ no choice but⁠⁠​ to suspend classes.”‍⁠‌

“That’s‍ obvious.”

There‍ were no buildings​​⁠ to teach in,⁠ nor professors available‌‍‍ to give classes.​ Shutting down was‌ inevitable.

“I‌‍ think it would⁠ be better to‌‍ take advantage of‍​ the process to⁠‌ change everything from‍⁠ the root.”

Although‌ he said it‌​ like that, in‍ reality, it wasn’t‌​ Fernan’s initiative or⁠ the will of​‌ the Pellenbergs.

The⁠​ rector could no​​ longer continue.

“The‍‍⁠ timing has been⁠‌​ too convenient. From⁠‍ the rector’s point‍⁠​ of view, he​‍‌ fell into Dantalion’s⁠‍⁠ trap, but for‍​ everyone else, he’s‍‌ just an incompetent​‌​ who wasn’t present‌​‍ when the Academy‍​‍ was in its​‌ greatest danger.”

Public​⁠ opinion was boiling.​ Especially the nobles​ who had lost​‌ children were looking‍⁠ for someone to‌‌ blame.

The‌ rector was the​ perfect candidate.

‘If⁠‌⁠ he had been‌‌​ there, none of⁠‍ this would have⁠⁠⁠ happened.’ That thought⁠​‍ was spreading, and⁠​ it had some‍‍ truth.

“I⁠​‌ already foresaw that.​​ The question is‍‍​ whether he will‍ resign voluntarily or‌‍‌ be forcibly removed.”⁠

“Yes,‍⁠ exactly.”

The‌‍⁠ position of rector⁠ was for life.⁠⁠

Normally,‍‍⁠ one resigned after‌ a certain time,‍⁠⁠ but if there‌​ were problems, the‌‌‍ prince-electors could force‌‌‍ a resignation.

Under‍‍‌ normal circumstances, it‌‍ was enough to‌​​ maintain good relations‍ with the majority‌​ of them, but​⁠‍ not in a case like this.‍‍‍

So‍​‌ the rector’s departure​​⁠ was a done⁠⁠ deal. Now Fernan⁠‌ had to prepare​‍‍ the next step—getting⁠ his candidate into⁠ the position.

Initially,⁠‍‌ it was a ten-year project, or​ at least five.‌⁠ But if he⁠‌⁠ couldn’t take advantage⁠ of the opportunity⁠ when it came,‍⁠‍ he had no⁠‍⁠ right to call​ himself a merchant.⁠

“As‌⁠ you know, the​ election of the‍ rector works like‍⁠​ this—one candidate is‍ chosen from within‌‍‍ the Academy, and​ another is presented‍​‍ from outside.”

Two‌‌⁠ contenders.

And⁠​ between those two,⁠‍ the prince-electors decide.‍

The‌⁠‍ difference from the‌⁠‌ emperor’s election was‍ that in this​ case, it wasn’t​​ just the prince-electors‍⁠ who voted.

The⁠ head professor of​‌⁠ the Department of‍ Knights, the Department‍‌ of Magic, and‌‌​ the vice-rector also​⁠​ voted.

If⁠⁠⁠ one of them⁠ ran as a candidate, they could⁠⁠ even vote for‌​ themselves.

“But⁠ this is happening​ much earlier than‍ expected. I’m not‌‍⁠ head professor yet.”⁠‌‌

“That’s​‌‍ why you need‌ to become an​ Archmage.”

Rosalia’s⁠⁠⁠ age was far​‍ too young for⁠ a rector.

But‍ the war situation⁠‌ changed everything.

The‌​‍ Academy had been​‌​ destroyed by the​‍ demons’ invasion, and⁠​ everyone wanted a strong leader, someone‌‍ capable of protecting‍ them and their‍‍⁠ children if the‌‌ demons returned.

If‍ Rosalia achieved the​⁠ rank of Archmage,​⁠⁠ the Pellenbergs could‌‌​ put her forward​​‌ as a candidate.‌‍​

They⁠​‍ could even ensure‍​ her election.

“So…”‌‍

Fernan‍‍ paused before continuing.‌⁠

“Shall‌​⁠ we move up‌⁠​ the schedule a bit?”

“Of‍ course. That’s essential.”‍​

But⁠ everything depended on‌​‍ one condition—Rosalia had​‍ to become an‌‍ Archmage.

Otherwise,​​⁠ any move would‍‍​ be pointless.

“I‍‌ made it clear⁠​ from the beginning—I‍ didn’t care who‍ it was.”

She⁠ exhaled the cigarette‌⁠​ smoke.

“And⁠‌‍ same with the‍‍ timing. It could‌‍ be right now.”‌​‌

“At​​‍ most, it’ll be‌‍ a one- or‌⁠ two-month difference. The‍⁠ original plan was‍ to do it⁠​‍ during the winter​⁠ break.”

Then.‍​‌

“I’m‍​⁠ counting on you,‌​‍ Rector.”

Fernan‌ gave a half-smile.⁠

“What‌ flattery.”

“I’m⁠​⁠ just speaking the⁠ truth. Once you’re‌‍ an Archmage…”

Because​​⁠ I’ll personally make‍⁠‍ sure you become​​‍ one.

With‌​​ the full backing‌ of his father,​ Fernan had nothing​‌ to fear.

‘Just​‌⁠ wait and see.’‌‍⁠

I’ll⁠​ rebuild the Academy‌ faster than anyone‍⁠ expects, and I’ll​⁠ wipe out every​⁠‍ last corrupt.

I’ll‍ make sure something⁠​ like this never​⁠ happens again.

Fernan‌ once more chewed⁠‌‍ on his fury.⁠‌‍

***‌⁠

Devastating.​

Was‍⁠ this really the​‌‌ same Academy he​‌‌ knew?

Even‌‌ standing on the‌‍‍ rooftop of the‍ Department of Knights​‍​ building, from where​ the entire campus‍ could be seen,‌ there was no⁠​ trace of its⁠‍ former state.

Aint​‌​ took a deep‍ breath, trying to‌ calm the frustration⁠ and rage that⁠ wouldn’t dissipate.

— Even so, it‌‌ was a miracle‌⁠ to stop them⁠ with so little‌‍ damage.

Even‍​​ Flauros, who had‌‌‌ descended to kill‌‍‍ Fernan and Professor‌‌ Rosalia.

In‍‌ total, three demons.⁠‌

The​⁠ fact that all‍⁠​ three were defeated‍⁠ at the cost‍‍ of these losses‌⁠‌ was, without doubt,⁠ a stroke of‌⁠ luck.

No,‌ it wasn’t luck.‍‌ It was Fernan.​

Without​ Fernan, none of​​ this would have‍ been possible.

“I⁠‌‍ thought I had​ grown a lot,​‌ but I still‍ have a long‌​ way to go.”​​⁠

From​ beginning to end,⁠​ he had done‍⁠‍ nothing but rely‍ on Fernan. Yes,‍​ he had grown.‍ Yes, he had⁠‍‌ overcome obstacles. But‌‍​ why did it​​ always feel the‍⁠​ same?

“And​‍ yet I dare‌⁠​ to say I want to be⁠ emperor…”

He‍‍ lacked the ability‍⁠​ and the right.‌⁠

“What‌ was the First​ Emperor like? Did⁠ he also get​‍‌ cornered by a single demon like‌‌ I did?”

— He could defeat⁠‌ two or three⁠ at once by⁠​ himself.

— Though only if​ they were lesser⁠​⁠ demons.

“Lesser?​ Don’t they say⁠ the demon hierarchy​​​ isn’t directly linked‌​ to strength?”

An⁠⁠ uncomfortable suspicion crept​​⁠ in, and he​ asked again.

— That’s true, except⁠ for the top​ ten.

— The top ten​⁠ are on another‌⁠ level. They’re the‌ leaders of the‌⁠ demons.

— And among them,‌​​ the first and⁠⁠ second are even‍⁠‌ more distinct.

“The⁠ first and second​‌ different even from​⁠⁠ the others?”

Mountain‍‌ after mountain. Now⁠ he understood how‍ colossal those enemies‌‌ were and why​​​ the First Emperor⁠‍ had risked his​​⁠ throne and territory⁠​ to unite humanity‌ against them.

But‍⁠ not all was⁠⁠​ despair.

“And‌ even so, in‌⁠‍ the end, the⁠​ First Emperor stopped‌ them.”

— That’s right.

There‍​ was already a precedent, a hope.‌⁠⁠

It‍ wasn’t impossible. It​ wasn’t an unreachable​​⁠ summit—someone had already​​ made it there‍​‌ before.

“What⁠ are you doing‌‍​ here?”

“Valoshi.”‍⁠​

It​ was Valoshi, with‍ his left arm‌‌ and shoulder bandaged.‍

“How​‍⁠ are you?”

“Fine.​​‌ Compared to you,‍​‌ this is just‍ a scratch.”

He​​‍ stood next to‍ Aint and looked⁠‍ out over the‍ devastation of the‌‍ Academy.

“It’s⁠ completely destroyed.”

“Not‌​ all of it.‌⁠ Including this area,‌‌ about half is‌‍ still standing.”

“I⁠​ saw you when​⁠‍ you arrived on‌‌ the Saintbird and​⁠ fought against Andrealphus.”​

Valoshi⁠ laughed awkwardly.

“It‍ was incredible. I was so scared​‍⁠ I couldn’t even​ move.”

Valoshi‍⁠ was, objectively, a distinguished knight. He‍ couldn’t have defeated​​ Andrealphus, but if‍ he had joined⁠⁠‍ the fight, he‌‍‍ would have been​ helpful.

But‍⁠ the difference was⁠⁠ in the mindset.‍⁠⁠

The​‍​ first encounter with‍ a demon, the⁠‌‌ first time feeling‌⁠‍ that crushing pressure,​‌ that fear.

He‌‌ hadn’t been able‌​‍ to take a single step toward​ him.

Unlike‍‍​ Aint and Luina,‌‌ Jace and Grad,‍​⁠ who had fought​⁠‍ fiercely without hesitation,⁠​ Valoshi had felt⁠ the distance separating​​‌ him from them.‌​‍

“That’s​ because it was‌​​ your first demon.‍ I was the⁠​ same the first‍‌ time.”

“So‌‌​ this wasn’t your​ first time, right?”⁠

“Correct.⁠⁠‌ I had fought⁠‌⁠ one before.”

“Yeah,​ I heard.”

“You‌‌​ heard?”

“Ah,⁠​‍ nothing, forget it.”‍‌‌

Valoshi‌⁠⁠ quickly changed the‌‌ subject.

“That’s‍ the difference between⁠ someone who’s faced⁠‌ a demon and​‍ someone who hasn’t.‌ I hope next​‌​ time I can‌​ react better.”

The‍⁠ threat of demons‍‌⁠ was just beginning.‍‌‍ The future would‍ inevitably be a great war against​ them.

And​​ in that future,​‍ he didn’t want‍⁠ to be paralyzed‌‌‌ by fear. To‍ survive, he would⁠‍‌ have to fight.⁠

More‌​ than anything.

“My​​⁠ sister…”

“Professor​ Rosalia? What about​‌‍ her?”

“No,‍⁠‍ nothing.”

There‍‍ was no need‍‌ to bring up‌ something so personal.‍‌​

“Anyway,​‌ with all this​⁠ mess, the Academy‍⁠⁠ will be shut⁠‌ down for a while, right?”

“Probably.”‍‌

— That’s not a bad thing. Use‌‍‍ this break to​‌ polish what you‍ gained from that‍⁠ battle.

The‌ fight against Andrealphus​‍‍ had left him⁠⁠ with a lot.​ Unlike Andromalius, that⁠ one had truly⁠‍‌ been a real​‌⁠ demon, a genuine⁠‌⁠ enemy.

He​ needed to digest​ the experience and‌‍ knowledge he had‌​‍ gained.

“By‍​ the way, what’s​ up?”

“Oh,⁠ Aria woke up.”​

“Aria?”‌​⁠

“You‌​ should go see‍ her.”

“Thanks‍​ for the heads-up.”​⁠

After⁠​‍ parting ways with​ Valoshi, Aint headed‍‍‌ to the infirmary.‍ Normally empty, now‌​‌ all the beds⁠‍ were occupied.

Aria⁠‌ was in a private room at‍ the back.

“Aint.”‌‌

“Aria.”⁠‌‌

When‍ he opened the‍‍ door, he found‍​ her eating an⁠‍ apple, while Verian⁠⁠ was at her​⁠ side peeling it.‌‌

“I‍ heard about Verian.​ Professor Dominique turned⁠‌ out to be‍​⁠ a demon…”

“Yeah.”⁠⁠

“Honestly,‌ there’s a point​​‌ where my memory‍​‌ goes blank.”

“Even⁠ the part when⁠⁠‍ I brought you⁠ sweets?”

“You​ did that?”

“And‌ the part where⁠ you invited me‌‍ to watch the⁠ fireworks?”

“I⁠⁠ really said that?”⁠

Aria‌‍ sighed deeply. Having‌​⁠ been manipulated and‍‍​ attacking Aint filled⁠‍ her with guilt.​‌

“I’m‍​‍ sorry.”

“It’s​⁠ okay. It wasn’t​‍ your fault—you were⁠​‌ under demonic control.‌‌ And I’m sorry,⁠‌⁠ too.”

“Huh?​ You? Why?”

“I’m‌‍ the one who⁠ broke your arm.”‍‍‌

“It’s‌​⁠ fine. You couldn’t‌ help it.”

Aria’s‍ carefree response made‍‌⁠ him hesitate, but‌‍⁠ Aint continued speaking.⁠⁠‌

“Also…‍ your leg…”

“That​ was because I was being controlled.‌ My fault.”

“And⁠‍‍ two ribs…”

“Might⁠‍‍ as well just⁠⁠‌ say it all‍‌⁠ at once!”

“And​​​ the dislocated shoulder.⁠ That’s all.”

“And​⁠ my face that​‌ hurts?”

“That​⁠ was because when‍⁠​ you fell, you‍ hit it head-on.”‍

So⁠⁠‍ that didn’t count.‌​

“Professor‌​ Nania ended up⁠ with all her⁠‌‌ bones broken.”

Aint‌​ smiled awkwardly.

“She‌‍‌ was just too​ strong—we couldn’t restrain‌ her gently. As‌ long as she’s‍ okay, that’s enough.”‌

With⁠⁠ those words, he‍‌​ hurried out of‌⁠​ the room.

— That was rough.‌⁠

— If you had‍​ been able to⁠​‍ knock her out⁠​ after breaking her⁠⁠ arm, that would’ve‍ been enough.

‘I‍⁠​ couldn’t because the⁠​ spirits charged at‌‌⁠ me…’

He⁠ had no choice‌‍​ but to fracture‌⁠⁠ her ribs, her‌ leg, and dislocate‍‌⁠ her shoulder.

It‍ was a desperate‌ situation, and he‌ had done the​ best he could.⁠

“So,⁠⁠​ what’s going to⁠⁠ happen to the‌⁠ Academy now?”

It‌ was clear that‌ classes couldn’t continue​⁠‌ in that state,‌ but he didn’t‍⁠ know exactly what‌‍ direction things would​‌⁠ take.

— Go ask Fernan.⁠​​

‘But‍ I just promised​​ myself I’d try⁠ to handle things‍ without always relying⁠‌ on him…’

— Nonsense. That’s another⁠ matter.

Yes,‌‍ that was true.⁠‌‌ Even at his‍​⁠ best, Aint couldn’t‍ compare to Fernan’s​‍ ability to foresee⁠⁠ and plan.

‘That’s‌‌‍ true.’

With‍⁠ that decision made,⁠‍ Aint went out‌​⁠ to look for‌‍‍ him. That’s when—⁠⁠

“There’s‍ Aint!”

“Aint!”‍‍‌

Suddenly,‍‍⁠ voices gave him‌⁠ away, and people​‌‌ began to surround‍ him from all​‌ sides.

“Eh…?”‌‌‌

Surprised‌ by the unexpected​​ crowd, he froze.‌⁠‌

“I‍ saw you on‌ the Saintbird fighting‍​​ the demon!”

“Thanks⁠​ to you, we’re⁠‌ alive, thank you!”⁠‌‌

“Can‌⁠​ you ride the‍‌​ Saintbird again and‍‍ show us?”

“Where’s​​ Silver?”

“Can⁠ we talk for‍‌ a bit? I want to…”

“I⁠⁠‌ want to support⁠ you!”

They⁠​‍ were students, residents‍​ of Bardian Island,​‍ and even outsiders‍‍‍ who had come⁠‌‍ specifically to see‌⁠ him.

In‍​​ truth, they came​ to see Aint—the‌‌ one who rode​ the Saintbird and​ defeated a demon.‍‍

The​⁠‌ reincarnation of a legend.

A hero.

Gazes​⁠⁠ of admiration and⁠ respect flooded him.‍‌‍

— Ah, it’s finally⁠‍ begun.

— The former emperor‌ always dealt with‌‌‍ this too. Wherever⁠⁠ he went, people⁠​ swarmed like bees.‌

Gardner⁠ murmured.

And‌‍‍ Fernan’s words crossed​ his mind, when‌ he had entrusted⁠ Silver to him.​‌⁠

“In‍ the midst of‍‍‍ a demon invasion,⁠⁠ having Aint Armian‍ ride the Saintbird‍‍‍ and stop them‍ is the best‌​⁠ way to erase‍ the Academy’s fear.”​‌⁠

And‍⁠‌ the same was⁠‍ happening with Fernan.‍‍

“Fernan‌ Pellenberg!”

“Is⁠​‌ that golem yours?”‌

“Show⁠⁠⁠ us the golem!”‌‍

“A​ sentient golem! Show‌⁠​ it to us‍ now!”

The​ difference was that⁠⁠‌ toward him, there​​​ was an even​‍⁠ more fanatical tone.⁠

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