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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 228

Chapter 228

It‌‍ was to be‌ expected.

A golem that moved‍ with its own⁠ will was an​‌⁠ object anyone would‍ consider magnificent.

But‌ if there was⁠‌ someone who would⁠⁠ be more affected⁠ than anyone else⁠‍‍ upon seeing it,‌‍ nine out of‌‍ ten people would‌⁠‍ have pointed to⁠‍ the professor of‍ 『Golem Magotechnics』, Harcon‌​ Pallas.

The​​ ego golem far​ surpassed the auto-golems⁠​ he had designed‍ while dreaming of​‍‌ the rebirth of⁠‌ that discipline.

If,⁠​ as a mage,‌⁠ he didn’t lose‍⁠ his mind upon​⁠ seeing it, that⁠ would be the⁠​ strange thing.

Fernan,‍ dragged by the‌ crowd, brought Professor‍‍ Harcon to the‌​⁠ reception hall of⁠‍ the Ravidus Hall.‌

“It’s⁠⁠⁠ been a while,⁠ Professor. How are⁠ you feeling?”

Hyde⁠ brought tea and​ some snacks.

Normally,‍​‍ that job would​ be done by‌‍ the maids or​​‌ servants of Ravidus⁠ Hall, but after‍ the catastrophe of​‌ the demon invasion,‍ there were so⁠‍⁠ many injured that​ there was no⁠⁠‌ other option.

“Then,⁠ I’ll leave you​ two to talk‍ in peace.”

As‌​‍ Hyde discreetly withdrew,‌‍ Professor Harcon, who‍‍ had been silently⁠⁠‍ staring at Fernan,‍‌‌ finally opened his⁠ mouth.

“Why‌ did you deceive‍​⁠ me?”

“Me,​⁠ Professor?”

Fernan⁠⁠‍ shook his head‍ as if it​‍ were the first‍​‍ time he had‌ heard such a thing.

“I’ve‌‌⁠ never deceived you.”‍⁠

“That‌​​ golem.”

Unfortunately,​‌‍ Professor Harcon hadn’t‍‍⁠ seen with his​ own eyes the​⁠ more-than-ten-meter-tall golem fighting​ the demon.

He‍ had fallen into⁠⁠‍ Dantalion’s trap and‍‌​ fainted along with⁠‌‍ other professors on‍ the top floor‌ of Ravidus Hall.‍

“That​‌⁠ golem undoubtedly has‌‍⁠ its own consciousness.”‌

But⁠⁠ its performance had​ been recorded in‌⁠⁠ countless recording orbs,​⁠​ as many mages,⁠ fascinated by its‍‍ majesty, had instinctively​ captured it.

“Yes,⁠​ it does.”

“How⁠​ did you do‍ it?”

“I⁠ placed a spirit‍⁠​ inside it.”

“A⁠‍ spirit? Did you‍ say spirit?”

Professor⁠​‌ Harcon froze.

In​​‌ his logic, to⁠⁠‍ confine a spirit—a⁠‍‌ being that loves⁠​⁠ freedom—inside a golem‌ was almost impossible.⁠‍

“Is​⁠‌ that even possible?”‍⁠

“Among⁠​⁠ merchants, we have⁠ a saying: if​⁠ you failed to‍ convince them, maybe​ what was lacking‍⁠ was money.”

“Huh?”​

“The‍‌​ reason no one⁠ has been able⁠ to bind a spirit until now⁠​⁠ is that no​⁠​ one offered them‍​ a temptation sweet‍ enough for them⁠ to give up‌⁠​ their freedom. And⁠ tell me, wouldn’t⁠⁠ you have accepted‍‌‍ it yourself if‌‍ you could have⁠ such a body?”‍

“…Of⁠ course I would.”‌‍

Unconsciously,⁠ Professor Harcon nodded.‍‍

Spirit‍​‍ or not, he‍ would never refuse‍‌​ the ability to‍‌ switch from 3 cm to 10‍‍‍ m at will,‌ withstand direct combat⁠‍‍ against demons without‍​ breaking, and even⁠​ deal them fatal‌‍‍ wounds.

It⁠ was, literally, the​‌ ideal he had​ dreamed of his‌⁠ entire life.

“No,​⁠ wait, that’s not‌‍‍ what matters!”

He‌⁠ shook his head.‍

“What⁠⁠ matters is that⁠ you managed to‍ create such a golem and still​ kept it secret.⁠⁠​ That golem—what do‍​ you call it?”​

“Ego‌ golem.”

“Ego⁠‌ golem, a very⁠ fitting name.”

Professor⁠‍ Harcon’s gaze went⁠​ to Fernan’s neck.⁠

“Then,⁠ is that golem​ there right now?”​

“Yes.”​

‘Come​‌‌ out, Wooden.’

At⁠‌‍ Fernan’s whisper, Wooden⁠ came out from‍⁠ within his clothes.‌‌

— Kyuu!

He⁠⁠​ raised his hand‍ toward Professor Harcon.‌

“…Good⁠​‍ heavens, how natural‍ and how beautiful.”‍​⁠

The‍‍​ man clutched his⁠‍ chest and collapsed.‍​​

“…Are‌‍⁠ you okay, Professor?”‌‌‍

“I’m‍​⁠ fine. It’s just​‌ that… I’m so‌‍ happy. I never‌​ thought I’d get‍ to see a golem like this‌ in my lifetime.‌⁠ I feel like‌‍‌ crying.”

And​⁠‍ indeed, a tear​ rolled down and​​​ fell onto the‌⁠ table.

For​ a creator, having‌⁠ someone recognize the‌ value of his​ work was an‍‌‍ immense pleasure.

“Fine.​ Auto-golems are now‌⁠ obsolete.”

But​‌‌ that conclusion made‍⁠ him frown.

“…What​‌​ do you mean,⁠ Professor?”

“What⁠⁠ do I mean?​‌ If something superior‌ already exists, there’s‌ no reason to⁠⁠ cling to the​ inferior!”

“Of‍‍ course there is.‌ This one can​ never be recreated.”⁠‍‍

“It‌‌‍ can’t be recreated?”⁠

The‍⁠ professor tilted his⁠⁠‍ head, not understanding.⁠

“If​​ it had never‍ been made, I would understand. But​ once achieved, how⁠​​ can you say⁠​ it can’t be​‌ done again?”

“Building​ a golem that‌‍ a spirit willingly‍​⁠ agrees to enter‌⁠ is not easy‌ at all. Just‍​‌ gathering the materials⁠⁠​ is almost impossible.”‌​‍

“What‍ materials did you​‌​ use?”

The‌ professor swallowed hard,‌​‌ nervous, as he⁠ asked.

“Mithril⁠‌ was used.”

“One‍ of the three‌‍⁠ great metals? How​ much?”

“Over‍ 50 kilos.”

“…That​‍ much mithril?”

“And‌ also adamantite.”

“…Adamantite⁠​‍ too?”

“Over‌ 100 kilos.”

“Ugh…!”⁠​‍

The⁠​ professor collapsed again,‍​​ overwhelmed.

“So⁠⁠​ even if you‌ knew the method,⁠ Professor, you could​ never do it⁠ alone.”

Even⁠‌ if he had‌ the skill, he’d​​ never have the‍⁠⁠ resources.

“But,​‍⁠ who knows. If⁠​​ you were to‌​ make about a hundred auto-golems that​⁠ satisfied me, I might guarantee you‌ full support myself.”‌​​

“…A⁠‍ hundred auto-golems?”

“Yes.​ And of course,⁠ the funding for‌​‍ those resources would‍⁠ be secured.”

“……”‍⁠⁠

Professor‌‍‌ Harcon swallowed hard​⁠ again.

Perhaps,‌‍​ in his mind,​‌‌ the phrase was‌​‌ already repeating: “If‌⁠‍ I make a hundred, I’ll use⁠ the profits to‌ gather the three‍​ great metals for‍ my own ego‍⁠‍ golem…”

“…But‌‌ making a hundred⁠ isn’t easy…”

“For‍‍ that, go to​⁠​ Ahgrot. There’s a village of dwarves⁠​ under House Pellenberg’s‍⁠ protection.”

“An⁠⁠ entire village…? Then‍​‍ maybe it’s possible…”​⁠

‘He⁠​ took the bait.’⁠‌

The​ start was with‌ a hundred, but​ no plan ever​ went without deviations.‍⁠

The‌​ three great metals​‍​ weren’t easy to‍‌⁠ gather, and in​‍ the meantime, he‍​​ couldn’t just sit⁠ idly by.

‘With⁠ a thousand golems,‍ monsters wouldn’t be​‌ a problem anymore.’‍‍‍

Fernan⁠ smiled with satisfaction,​‌‍ though Professor Harcon,⁠ lost in thought,⁠‌⁠ didn’t notice.

***‌‌‌

“I‌​ heard it’s yours.”‍

He‌‍‍ had barely gotten‌⁠ rid of Professor‍⁠ Harcon when a new visitor arrived.‌⁠ It was Ludger.⁠

“What​‍ are you talking‍ about?”

“The‌⁠ golem.”

Fernan​⁠ nodded.

“You⁠‍‍ created it to‌ prepare for the‌​⁠ demon invasion, didn’t​‌ you?”

It‌⁠ wasn’t true. The‍ ego golem had​‍ been Fernan’s ideal​​ since childhood. That‌‍ it coincided with​ the arrival of‍‌‍ the demons was‌​‌ mere coincidence.

But⁠ Ludger didn’t wait​‍ for a response‍ and continued speaking.​​

“You‍⁠‌ already knew the⁠⁠​ demons would descend,‌⁠​ didn’t you?”

Ludger⁠‌‌ bit his lip.‍ Fernan had been‌ wearing that pendant‌​‍ for quite some​ time. Even before‍ the appearance of‌‍​ Kimaris, the first‍ demon to manifest.‌

That‍​ meant Fernan had‌⁠‌ foreseen the descent‌ of the demons⁠ from the very‍⁠‍ beginning.

“That’s​⁠⁠ why you changed⁠ your attitude, isn’t‌ it?”

Originally,⁠‌⁠ Fernan and the​‌‌ Pellenbergs had maintained⁠‌​ a cordial relationship​ with Schwaben.

But‍⁠ all of a sudden, Fernan began⁠‌ openly supporting Aint​​‍ Armian.

Naturally,‍ the distance with‌‍ Schwaben widened.

At‌‌ the time, Ludger‌‍‌ didn’t understand why⁠​‍ Fernan and the​ Pellenbergs had made⁠⁠ such a reckless‍​​ decision. But now‍ he did.

Fernan‍⁠ and the Pellenberg‌ family had foreseen‌‌‌ the future—not just​ the threat of⁠ the corrupt, but‌⁠​ a great war​⁠‍ sparked by the‌​​ descent of demons.⁠‌⁠

And‍ they had concluded‍‍ that in that‍ war, Armian would‌ inevitably rise.

‘Damn‌ it… What a terrifying man…’

Ludger‍‌ watched him, trying‍⁠‌ hard to stay⁠⁠‌ calm.

Those​ who could foresee​​​ war and create‍​​ a golem capable‍​‍ of fighting demons—if‌​‍ they were also​​‌ determined to push‍‍​ Armian forward, that⁠ meant they had‍‍ the confidence to‌⁠‌ raise him to‍⁠‍ the imperial throne.​‍

That’s⁠‌​ why Ludger doubted​‌‌ that simply stealing⁠⁠ a sword technique‌⁠ could allow him⁠‍⁠ to surpass Aint.‌⁠

No​ matter how hard​ he looked, his​‌ brother didn’t seem‌ superior to the‍‌‌ current Aint.

“Either​‍‍ way, what does​ that have to⁠‌ do with you?”‍

Fernan‍⁠ spoke slowly.

“A​‌ lot. The demons‍‍ already attacked the‍⁠⁠ Academy. They won’t⁠ stop there.”

That‌ was obvious. Even‌ a child could⁠ say that now.⁠‌‌

“And‌‍‍ if, in a moment when all⁠⁠ humanity should unite,‍‌ the Empire becomes‌ divided, wouldn’t that‌‌ be the same⁠ as marching toward‌ self-destruction?”

“So‌‍ what you’re saying⁠⁠ is…”

“That‍⁠ you should stop‌ right now.”

“Stop‌ what?”

“Stop‌ supporting Aint and‍⁠‌ Armian.”

Ludger​​ stroked the now-cold‌‍ teacup and continued.⁠

“I​‌ heard Armian’s been⁠⁠ recruiting troops for‌‍‍ a while. And⁠⁠​ that he’s spending‌‌​ money like crazy.​‍ No need to⁠⁠​ ask where the‌‍ money comes from.‍‌⁠ Without Pellenberg, it’d⁠⁠‍ be impossible.”

“Giving⁠‍ money to a small shop in‍ town versus giving‌ it to a major merchant guild—you‍‍‌ know better than⁠​‍ anyone who uses⁠⁠​ it better, don’t‍‌⁠ you?”

“If‌‍‌ you had invested‌‌ in Schwaben, it‍ would’ve been far⁠ more efficient.”

“That’s⁠⁠‌ right.”

“Then⁠‌ think about this.”‌

Fernan‌‍‌ gently tapped the​‌​ table with his⁠‌ fingers.

“Wouldn’t​ it be even‍‍⁠ more efficient if​‍‍ Pellenberg spent the​‌ money directly instead⁠‍⁠ of Schwaben?”

“…You…”⁠⁠​

“If⁠ you’re only going‍⁠ to spout nonsense​‍‍ that convinces no​‍‌ one, you’d better‍‌ leave.”

“Do‌‌​ you really believe‌​ Aint Armian is⁠​​ the only hope?”​

Ludger⁠‍‌ bit his lip.​‍‌ He wanted to⁠ reveal it, but‍‍ held back.

It‍⁠ was ultra-classified information‌‌‍ that couldn’t come‍​⁠ to light yet—that‍​​ Schwaben possessed part‍⁠ of Armian’s power.‌⁠

“Yes.⁠ I do. What,⁠‍ do you think⁠‍ differently?”

“The​‌⁠ imperial family is⁠ Schwaben. In the‍ end, unity will​ form around Schwaben.”‌‌‌

“You​‍ may be right.”‍⁠

Fernan⁠ nodded without hesitation.​⁠

Although‍‌​ Aint was beginning‌⁠ to gain renown‍‌ and Armian to‍‍ expand its power,⁠⁠ the gap between​​‍ the two was‍ still wide.

“And‌‍ even so, you’ll‍‌⁠ lend your hand‌ to Armian?”

“Yes.‍‌​ Even so, I will lend my‍⁠ hand to Armian.”⁠‌

“Do⁠​​ you want the⁠​‌ Empire to split?”​

“No.⁠⁠‌ I don’t wish‍ for the Empire’s⁠ division.”

That’s⁠‌⁠ why I make⁠⁠​ this proposal.

“What‌⁠‍ if Schwaben stopped‍ opposing Armian and⁠​ joined us?”

“…You⁠ think that’s something​ you can just⁠⁠​ say like that?”‍

“It’s‌ a joke. Schwaben​‍​ would never do‍​ it.”

But⁠‍‌ even so.

“What​‌ if you came​‌‌ alone? If you⁠ want, I can⁠ invest in you‌ too.”

“…If​⁠​ you weren’t my⁠ friend, I’d have​ cut your head⁠‌‍ off by now.”⁠‌

“And​‍​ I was being​ serious. How unfair.”‌

Ludger​⁠ stood up abruptly.‍‍​

“It’s‌‍‌ clear now that‍ we can’t talk.‌‌ Don’t regret it‍ later. This is‌‍ the decision you‌‌​ made yourself.”

“After​‌ all that’s happened,‌⁠‍ I already regret‍⁠ plenty. I can’t‌⁠ regret any more.”‍‍

With​‍ that, Fernan was‍​ left alone in‌ the reception room.​ He lit a small flame in⁠‍ his palm and​⁠ reheated the cold‍‍⁠ tea.

“If⁠​‍ he hesitated for‌⁠ even a moment,​ that means not​⁠‍ all is lost…”​‌‌

Steam⁠ rose once again‍‌‍ from the cup.⁠​

***⁠‍‌

The⁠⁠ most luxurious room‍‍ in the Academy’s​ infirmary.

Aria‍​ was half-sitting up,⁠‌ receiving a visitor.⁠‌⁠

“The​⁠ head of the‌⁠ family sent me​ in his place.‍‌‍ How are you⁠‍ feeling?”

It‌ was Adolf Fridian,⁠​ the elf, peeling‌ an apple.

“Fine—except⁠​​ for the pain​​ in my arms,‌⁠ legs, shoulder, chest,‍ and nose.”

“Then‍ you’re not fine.”⁠​‌

Crunch.⁠ The apple Adolf​‌ brought was delicious.​‌​ The difference between‌‌​ elven fruit and‍⁠‍ human fruit was‍‍ insurmountable.

“I‍‌ heard Andrealphus descended.​​‍ That must’ve been​⁠‌ rough.”

“It⁠​ wasn’t Andrealphus that⁠‍​ hurt me.”

Aria‌ narrowed her eyes​​ and stared intently⁠‌ at Adolf.

Normally,​​ she would’ve pretended⁠‌⁠ not to know⁠​ anything, just as⁠‌ she had agreed⁠⁠ with Fernan.

She​ would’ve let it⁠‌‍ pass to see​ how involved Adolf⁠‌ really was and‌ how much he‍ knew.

“Anyway,⁠​ since the Academy⁠ will be closed⁠ for a while,​⁠ why not go‌‌⁠ home and rest?‌ Elves should be​ near the forest…‍‌ Why are you⁠​ looking at me‍⁠‍ like that?”

“Do‌⁠‌ you know how⁠ I got hurt?”‍​

“Wasn’t​​ it from the⁠ battle with Andrealphus?”⁠​​

“You’re‌ wrong. I didn’t​ even get close‍ to Andrealphus. In‌ fact, I couldn’t.”⁠‌​

“What‍​‌ are you saying?”⁠​

Adolf​ was another ticking‌​‌ time bomb. At‍‍ any moment, what​ happened at the‍ Academy could repeat​ itself in Fridian.⁠

And​ in that case,‌‍‌ they wouldn’t endure​‍ it as well‍ as now. The​ demons and corrupt‌ ones who failed‍‌ this time would​‍‍ return with more⁠‌‌ rage and effort.‌

“All⁠⁠ my injuries were​‌‌ caused by Aint.”‌‌‍

“Aint‌ Armian? Are you‍ saying he attacked‍​​ you?”

“I⁠ attacked Aint. I was controlled by⁠‌ a demon.”

“……!”⁠‌

Adolf’s⁠‍ expression hardened.

“Both‍‍ the professor Nania‌ and I were‍ manipulated by a demon to attack‌ Aint. He had​‍‍ no choice but‍⁠ to subdue us.‌ These are the⁠​ wounds I received⁠ in that process.”‍

And​ do you know‌⁠ who manipulated me?‍

“Professor‍‌ Dominique. A professor‌‌ I trusted quite⁠‍ a bit. He​‍​ also had a connection with Professor​ Nania. He had​‍ even helped me‍‍​ several times before.​‌ This time too,⁠​​ it seemed like​​‌ he wanted to‍‍ help me, and⁠‌‍ that’s when I fell into the​⁠ trap.”

Because⁠ that man was‍ a demon.

“…Are‌ you serious?”

“Yes.⁠ If it hadn’t‌ been for Aint⁠‌ and Senior Fernan,​⁠ who managed to‍ contain him, the​‍‍ disaster would’ve been‌ much worse.”

It‍‌‌ wasn’t just that​​ they had been​ manipulated. When the‍⁠ demon descended, she‌ had tried to​​‌ kill Aint. If⁠⁠ that truth came‍​​ to light, she’d⁠ be buried instantly.‌‍‍

Even⁠‌⁠ as a member‌ of the Fridian⁠‍‍ family, now that⁠‍ the Academy lay‍ in ruins, people‍ were consumed by⁠ fear and anger.‍‍‌

“I⁠​‌ almost ruined the‌​ family.”

Aria⁠‍‌ forced a cheerful‌‌ smile.

“So⁠ you be careful‌‌‌ too, brother. You‌ never know where⁠‍ the corrupt or‍⁠ the demons might⁠​​ be hiding.”

“…Understood.”‌‌

Adolf‍​ exchanged a few‍⁠ more words and⁠⁠ left. His expression,‍ still hard, never​ softened.

‘Please…’‌⁠

Aria⁠​‍ could only hope‍⁠‍ that Adolf would‌​‍ realize it on​​ his own.

That‌ there could be​⁠‌ no “mutually beneficial‌⁠ alliance” with demons⁠​ or the corrupt.‌

That‌​ it was the​⁠⁠ same as boarding‍ a runaway cart⁠ heading straight for⁠​ a cliff.

And‌⁠ that the only‍⁠ sensible decision for​ Fridian was to‍​ sever all ties⁠​ with them completely.‌

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