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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 229

Chapter 229

The‌ descent of Andrealphus​‍ had inflicted enormous‍‌⁠ damage on the⁠‌​ Academy.

Beyond​ the immediate losses,‌ the aftermath would‌‍ inevitably affect the‌ institution’s future.

The⁠ rector would submit‍‌ his resignation.

The‌ buildings would be⁠​ rebuilt.

New‌​ professors would be‌‌​ chosen.

For‌⁠ some, it meant​ a fall—for others,⁠ the arrival of​ an opportunity.

“So⁠​⁠ that’s the reason‌ you wanted to⁠ speak with me?”‌​

“Yes.”​

Fernan⁠‍‌ didn’t avert his⁠⁠‍ gaze from the⁠‌⁠ rector and nodded.‍​‌

“You‌ want me to​ support Professor Rosalia‍ as the next‍⁠ candidate for rector?​​​ Do you think⁠​ I’ll resign?”

“Does⁠‍​ what you think‍‌ about it really‍⁠‍ matter?”

No.​​ The rector’s opinion‌​ wouldn’t carry any‌ weight in his⁠‌ own resignation.

Sad‍ and empty, but‍​ that was the​ reality.

“Isn’t⁠ that what you‍ truly want, deep⁠ down?”

“I‍‌ wouldn’t mind if​‌‌ you stayed in​‌ the position, rector.‌ But if you’re‍‌⁠ going to be​​⁠ replaced anyway, I’d⁠‌ rather the one‍⁠ taking your place​ be someone who‌‌​ can stand on​‌‍ my side.”

“You‌‌⁠ plan to manipulate⁠‌⁠ the Academy from​​‌ the shadows?”

“Do‌ you really think‍‍‌ Professor Rosalia is​⁠⁠ someone who can‍​‍ be manipulated?”

The‍⁠‌ rector tilted his⁠ head slightly.

“She‌​‍ certainly doesn’t seem‍ like it.”

But​ that didn’t mean​‍ he was convinced.​‍‌

“Either​ way, you never‌​ know how things‍‍⁠ or people’s hearts​⁠ might change. Among​ merchants, we say​ that if you​​⁠ can’t buy something,‍ maybe you just‍⁠ haven’t offered enough‍ money. How do‌​ you know Rosalia​​ doesn’t have a price?”

At⁠‌‌ that moment, a servant entered with​ tea and pastries.⁠⁠⁠

The​​​ heavy silence between​​ the two was‍⁠ enough for the⁠‌‍ servant to promptly​ retreat.

“Does‌ that really matter,⁠ rector? Whoever the​⁠ new rector is,‌ they’ll end up​‍‌ being a puppet​​‌ of one of‌​ the prince-electors. Wouldn’t‍⁠ it be better⁠ if it were​​​ someone relatively loyal​ to the Academy,‍‌​ someone who can⁠ remain neutral under‍‍‍ pressure? Like Rosalia,​ for example.”

Fernan⁠ lifted the steaming‍‍ coffee cup. The​ aroma was soft‌⁠ and pleasant.

“By⁠ your logic, I’m​‍​ already an old⁠ wreck forced to⁠‍ resign. Why would​ you need my‍ help?”

“Because‍‌ even if you‌⁠​ no longer have‍‍ voting rights in​ the successor’s election,​⁠‌ you have prestige.”​‍⁠

The⁠⁠ rector was a capable and respected‍⁠‍ superior. Many professors​​​ admired and followed⁠‌​ him.

Were​⁠⁠ it not for‌⁠‍ such extraordinary circumstances,⁠‍‌ there’d be no⁠ reason to force​​​ him to resign.⁠

His​ support would be​‌ a crucial asset⁠‌​ for Rosalia, who⁠‍ faced the barrier⁠‍ of her youth⁠‌‍ and short tenure.​

Without​ the trust of‌‌ other professors, she​‍⁠ couldn’t even run.⁠

“More​‍ importantly, rector, is⁠⁠ what I can‍ offer you.”

“You​ speak of strange‌ things. I’m old​ and have no⁠‍​ ambition left.”

“Who⁠‌⁠ said I came‍‍‍ to fulfill your‌⁠‍ material desires?”

Fernan‍‌ already knew the‍⁠‌ rector had no‌‌‌ thirst for wealth‌​​ or power.

Of‍ course, if offered⁠⁠⁠ a colossal fortune,⁠ he might waver—but​ there was no‌ need to go‍ that far.

“Then‌‌ what are you​ offering?”

“Revenge.”​​‍

“Revenge?”‌

“Yes.”⁠‌

Revenge‌‌ against the demons‌‌ who laid hands⁠ on his grandson,⁠⁠‍ who reduced him​​⁠ to this state.⁠⁠⁠

When‍ death approaches, humans‌⁠⁠ stop clinging to‌​ riches or power.‌‌

What​⁠​ remains is something​ else—the obsession with‌‌‌ honor.

How⁠‌‌ the end will‍ be remembered, how⁠​ one’s story will‌ be written in‍ history.

The​‍ rector, who as‌ Archmage and rector⁠‌ of the Academy‍ could’ve retired amid‌⁠⁠ everyone’s respect, now​​‌ carried the stigma​‌⁠ of having abandoned​ his students in​‍​ their critical hour.​‌⁠

He‌‌​ was no longer⁠ a great rector,​ but a coward‍‌​ who fled.

“That‍‍ sounds interesting. But‌ why would I need your help?⁠ The demons will​ keep appearing, and‌‍⁠ I’ll have no‌‍ shortage of opportunities‍ to fight them.”‌‌​

“Are‍⁠​ you sure of⁠⁠‍ that?”

Even‌ in the face‌ of the rector’s‌‌​ certainty, Fernan didn’t​‌⁠ blink.

“Can‌‍⁠ you guarantee you’ll‍ be there at​ the right time‌​ and place? That‌ they’ll come asking‌ for your help?‍​‌ That you’ll be‍⁠ able to defeat‌⁠ a demon and⁠ cleanse your tainted‍ honor?”

“……”‍⁠

The‌‌ rector didn’t respond‍ immediately. His expression⁠‌ hardened as he‌ stroked his beard‌⁠ in silence.

After‌‌ a few seconds.⁠‍

“If⁠ I accept your⁠‍ offer…”

A faint spark of‌​‍ resolve lit his‍⁠ gaze.

“…Will‌⁠ you guarantee I’ll​ get to hunt‍‌​ demons?”

“As​ long as your​‍‌ abilities aren’t the‌‍ obstacle, I guarantee⁠ it.”

Ah,⁠​‌ of course. If‌ you fail due​‍ to lack of​⁠‌ skill, that’s not⁠⁠​ my responsibility. You​⁠ understand that, don’t​​ you?

“You’re‍ saying…”

“Yes.‌ I know.”

Fernan‍⁠⁠ nodded.

“I‌ know where the‍ corrupt are weaving‌‍ new plots.”

And‌‍ also—

“I​ know where they⁠​ plan to summon‍ the demons.”

Fernan‌ recalled the prophecy‍ he had received‌ two days ago.⁠‌‍

***⁠‍

Butterfly⁠ Effect.

The‌‍ flap of a butterfly’s wings can⁠‍​ cause a typhoon⁠‌‍ on the other‌ side of the​‌⁠ world.

Small⁠ actions capable of‍‌‌ triggering enormous consequences.‍‍

Fernan‍‍​ had fought to​ survive after discovering‍‍⁠ his own downfall.⁠‍

He​ altered countless futures‍‌⁠ and, in the‍ end, managed to⁠‌ erase the one‍‌ where he was‌​ supposed to fall.‌

But‍‍‍ the price had‌⁠​ not been small.​

The​⁠‍ entire future had​ twisted, and the⁠​ Academy suffered the‍⁠ most severe attack⁠ in its history.⁠‌⁠

The​​ victims were countless,‌‍⁠ and there was​ no choice but⁠​⁠ to shut it⁠​​ down temporarily.

At‌ first, he thought​⁠‍ it was his‍ fault.

He‍ soon realized it​⁠ wasn’t.

Professor⁠‍ Dominique had been‍‌ working at the⁠​‍ Academy for nine⁠ years.

Being​ an avatar of‍ Dantalion, something like‌ this would have‌​ happened sooner or‍​⁠ later.

All‍ Fernan had done‌ was bring the⁠ catastrophe forward.

And‍ there he understood‍⁠‌ something.

‘Even​ if the future⁠ changes, the summoning‌‍ of demons is‌‌ inevitable.’

The‌⁠ summoning is not​‌‌ a one-day affair.​​‌ It requires preparation,⁠​ energy, and time.​

That’s⁠‍⁠ why, even if‍ the variables change,​ stopping it once⁠⁠ initiated is nearly⁠‍⁠ impossible.

Despite‌ purifying the World⁠‌‍ Tree, Andromalius was⁠​⁠ summoned.

Even⁠‌⁠ though the future‌‌​ changed, Flauros was‍​‌ summoned and appeared⁠ elsewhere.

So​‍ Fernan was certain.⁠‍‌

The‌ summoning itself would‍⁠ not disappear, even⁠​‌ if everything else⁠ changed.

[…]‌⁠‌

The⁠‌‍ first vision of⁠ the prophecy spoke​⁠ of Aint’s victory‍‍‍ in the jousting​​ tournament and Luina‌‍ Bercheff’s fall into⁠‌ darkness.

But‍‍‌ thanks to Fernan,⁠ Aint didn’t even⁠ participate, and Luina‌ did not fall,‍​ as her house‍​‌ was not destroyed.‍‌

The​​ second vision showed‍‌⁠ Aint approaching Duke​ Ivonne after Fernan’s​ downfall, strengthening the​ alliance between Armian‌⁠ and the duke.​ But that future‍‍‌ had also changed.​

What‌‌‍ mattered was the⁠ third vision.

[…]​‍​

One‍⁠​ morning, on his​ way to the‍ Pellenberg mansion, Aint​‍ opened a newspaper​​​ and read.

【Demon‍‌ descends upon the‌ Kingdom of Linelt!‌‍ The south of​ the kingdom turned⁠‌ into monster land.】⁠

【Royal⁠​ army in retreat.‌​‍ Asking for help‍​ from the Alliance.】‍⁠

【The‌‌ demon behind the⁠ chaos in Linelt‍‍ the 62nd demon,⁠‌​ Valac.】

【Kimaris​​ and Decarabia head‍‍ to Linelt. The‌‍ demons seek to​⁠⁠ unite. They must‍ be stopped before‍‌ they succeed.】

【The‍‌ allied army, previously‍ preparing to reclaim​ Bercheff, now marches‍‌⁠ toward Linelt. Three‌⁠ Royal Knights and‌‍⁠ five Archmages lead​ the offensive.】

It⁠ was practically total​ war.

Three​‌ demons versus the⁠​‍ first allied army.⁠

— We must stop​​ it. When demons​ gather, they strengthen⁠ each other.

— The joining of​ three demons would​​ be the worst-case⁠ scenario.

Fortunately,⁠‌⁠ humans were aware​ of the gravity‍‍⁠ and had mobilized‌ their maximum strength.‌⁠

— But if they‍ still fail, it⁠​‍ will be the‌ end of humanity.​‍‍

— You must go,‍‌⁠ Aint. To eliminate‍ any risk.

Fernan‌‍⁠ had turned to‍ the rector because‍‍⁠ of this third​⁠ prophecy.

The‌‌‍ demon would be⁠‍ summoned.

Perhaps‌⁠⁠ it wouldn’t ravage​‌‍ Linelt as in‍​⁠ the original history,‌‍ but the summoning⁠‌ itself would occur.​​

Of⁠⁠ course, there were⁠ differences.

In​‍ this new future,​⁠‍ Kimaris and Decarabia​‌ were not present,⁠ and the attack‍⁠⁠ on Linelt had‌ not yet taken​ place.

Most‍‌‌ likely, the demons⁠ were preparing the‍ summoning at that​ very moment.

That’s‌ why they had‍ to act first:⁠ to prevent it‌ or kill the⁠ demon the moment‌ it appeared.

In‍⁠ the end—

“All‌‍‍ right. If what⁠⁠ you say is‍‍‌ true, I will​‌​ support Professor Rosalia.”‍‌‍

The‍‍ rector accepted Fernan’s⁠ proposal.

***⁠‍‍

He‌‌ was attracting more⁠ and more attention.‍⁠‍

“It’s‌‍⁠ Aint!”

“Where’s‌‌ the Saint Bird?”​‌‌

“Student​‍‌ Aint, would you​ eat with me‍‌‌ just once…?”

“Recently,⁠​⁠ Armian…”

“Senior​ Aint! Please, just⁠‌‌ let me shake‍‍ your hand…!”

It‍‍ was enough for‍‍‌ him to step⁠ outside for people⁠⁠ to swarm around‍‍ him instantly.

Even‍ if he tried⁠ to avoid them,⁠ someone was always‌​‌ nearby—while walking, eating,⁠‌ even going to​⁠⁠ the bathroom.

Even​ so, he didn’t‌ go out of​ his way to‌⁠‍ avoid them.

— You must get​​ used to it,​​ Aint.

— The emperor is‌ the one who⁠ stands tall before​⁠​ everyone.

He​​ knew he had​ to change, and​‍‍ although only a few days had‌​ passed, he was​ adapting quickly.

Now​ he could eat⁠​ calmly while ignoring‍ dozens of eyes​‍​ fixed on him.‌

— And get indigestion⁠ just from that?⁠‌

‘Compared‌⁠⁠ to before, when‌‌‍ I couldn’t even‌ take a bite⁠ from the discomfort,‍ this is major​ progress.’

He⁠‌‌ had even asked‌ others to at​​ least not disturb‌‍ him during meals.⁠⁠‍

And‌‌ so it was​‍ now people respected​​ his request and‌​ watched from a distance, not sitting‍‍‍ next to him​​ or trying to⁠⁠ touch him like​ last time.

— And to think‍ they say that​‍‌ just shaking his‍‍ hand brings good‍​⁠ luck and protects⁠‍ you from magic.‌ Absurd.

— Well, a thousand​⁠ years ago there‌ were rumors like‍‍‌ that too.

‘I‌⁠ can’t help it.‍ If it gives‍ them some peace​ of mind, it’s‌ fine.’

Then⁠​‌ a shadow cast‌‌‍ itself over the⁠ table. Someone dragged​​ a chair and‍​ sat across from⁠⁠​ him with total‍​ nonchalance.

“Se…‌‍‌ Senior?”

“Lasagna?‌‌ Wow, that looks‍​⁠ tasty.”

It‍ was Fernan.

“It’s‍‌ Fernan.”

“What‌ he has around‍ his neck—is that​⁠ the Ego Golem?”⁠​‌

“Are​‌ Aint and Fernan‍ close?”

The‌⁠ murmurs around them⁠​​ intensified.

Snap.‌⁠ Fernan snapped his‌ fingers, and a transparent silence barrier⁠​ rose between them‍​⁠ and the crowd.⁠⁠‍

“What’s​ going on?”

“Do⁠ I need a reason to come​​‍ see you?”

“No,​⁠‍ it’s not that.”‍​

“Actually,‍ there is one.”⁠‌‌

“……”‌

Fernan​ gave a sideways​⁠ smile and got⁠⁠‍ straight to the‍ point.

“Aint,‍⁠ doesn’t it infuriate⁠‌ you to see⁠​‌ the Academy reduced​⁠​ to this state?”​‍

“Of⁠​​ course it does.”​

“Then,​ wouldn’t you like⁠​​ to come with‍⁠‍ me to hunt⁠‌ a demon?”

“…A⁠‌ demon?”

“Yes.”⁠⁠

Fernan⁠⁠‍ nodded calmly.

“If⁠‍⁠ they hit us​ once, it’s only⁠​ fair we hit​​⁠ them back.”

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