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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 232

Chapter 232

The​ ship advanced swiftly.‍‍

After​ passing through the​​​ Kaldis Strait, between​⁠ the continents of​ Lutar and Pandrein,​ they reached their⁠ destination.

“Finally,​ solid ground.”

Luina,​ who hadn’t been‍​ able to train​⁠ with her sword​‌‌ as she wanted⁠‍ on the ship,​ stretched as she‌‌ stepped on land.‍‍​

“Are​ we heading to⁠‌‍ Lake Parma now?”‌‍

“Yes,‌‌‌ Sir Garrett. From‌‍‍ Lake Parma we’ll⁠ take a boat‍ to enter the‍ kingdom of Linelt.”​‍

“And⁠‍​ that’s where I come in?”

“Exactly.”⁠⁠⁠

Fernan‌ recalled the prophecy.⁠

The​ 62nd-ranked demon, Valac,​ would be summoned.‍‌⁠

A summoning that would‌ end up destroying‍​ the kingdom of‍​ Linelt and later​ unite it with⁠ the two demons‍‌ who had devastated‍⁠​ Bercheff in a terrible future.

The‍⁠ summoning of Valac‌‌ was different from‍‍‍ the previous ones.‌

Until‌⁠ now, demons had‍‍ been summoned in‍​‌ secret, avoiding the​‍⁠ eyes of the⁠⁠⁠ powerful. But this‍⁠​ time it would​​ be the opposite.​

“If⁠⁠‌ you go personally,‍‌ Sir Garrett, they​‌ will have no‍ choice but to‍ receive you.”

Garrett‌ wasn’t just any‍‍ mercenary—he was the​​‍ Mercenary King and⁠‌ a Royal Knight.‌​⁠

There‍⁠ wasn’t a nation‍‌ that could ignore‌​⁠ that status.

Neither‍ the nobles of​‍⁠ the kingdom nor‍ the infiltrated cultists‍‌‌ could openly reject⁠‌ his visit, even⁠‌‍ if they didn’t‍‍‍ understand why he​⁠​ had come.

That‍​‍ would be the​​​ beginning.

If‌​ the cultists reacted,⁠⁠ they would be​ caught under that⁠​ pretext. If they‍ stayed quiet, they​‍‍ would be agitated⁠​ until they were​‌ forced to come⁠‌ out.

The‍⁠ key was simple—with‍‌‌ the arrival of⁠ the Mercenary King,‌ destabilize the palace‌ and use the‌ confusion to approach​ key figures and‌⁠ extract information.

The⁠‌​ prophecy book gave​⁠⁠ an overall vision,​⁠‍ but with so‍⁠ many changes, it‍⁠‍ could no longer‍⁠‌ be fully trusted‍‌‍ to play out‌​ exactly the same.‍‍⁠

“And​​ that’ll be enough?”‍

“Leave⁠​‌ the details to‌‍‍ me. All you⁠ need to do‍⁠ is simple—be received‌​‍ as an honored​ guest in the⁠ kingdom and, when⁠ the demon is‍‌‌ summoned, kill it.”​‍

“That’s‍ what I do‌⁠⁠ best.”

Garrett​‌‌ laughed, baring his‌ teeth. Knowing Fernan‍⁠⁠ would handle the‍ complicated parts put‍ him in a good mood.

“But​‌​ since it’s inside‍ the royal palace,⁠​ couldn’t it escalate‍⁠​ into a diplomatic‍⁠‍ problem?”

“That’s‌ precisely why you​‌‌ must be at⁠ the forefront. That’s‌‍ the reason.”

Garrett,​‌ after all, was‍ a mercenary with⁠‌ no official allegiance.‌‍​

Upon​ arriving in the⁠​ kingdom of Linelt,‌‌‌ Fernan went straight‍‍ to one of​ the secret hideouts⁠​ of the Golden‍‍​ Turtle Guild.

He⁠‌‌ could have used‍⁠​ the guild’s trade‌⁠‌ networks directly, but‍​ with so many​ people coming and⁠​​ going, it was​ safer to remain‌ hidden.

Aint​​‍ and the rector⁠‌ were far too‌⁠‍ recognizable to go⁠‌ unnoticed.

The‌⁠ hideout was a luxurious mansion in⁠‍‍ one of the‌‍⁠ capital’s upscale neighborhoods.‍‍

It‌ had been acquired​⁠‌ under a false⁠​⁠ name, and only‌‍​ the guild’s high‍ command knew its‌‌⁠ true ownership.

Additionally,‌ in the basement,‌ there was a training field sealed‍ with magical circles‌‌ so no sound‌​ or impact would‍‌ leak outside.

It‍ was the perfect‍‌‌ hideout for an⁠ operation that wouldn’t‌​ be resolved quickly.‌⁠

“Then,‍​⁠ for now, leave‍‍​ the preparations to‌‍‌ me. You all⁠​ rest here. The‍​ important thing is​​ that you don’t​ leave under any‍ circumstances. Especially you,‍ Rector, and Aint.”⁠

“Understood.”⁠⁠​

“Yes.”​‌

“Did⁠ you say there’s‍‍ a training field‌​ in the basement?”⁠‍

Luina,⁠​ still feeling stiff⁠‌​ after the journey,‌⁠ went straight down​ to train. Aint‍‌⁠ followed her.

“Me⁠ too?” asked Gismond.⁠⁠​

“Of‍ course, senior. If‍⁠ you want to‍​⁠ face demons, you​ need more training.”‌

Recalling‌⁠ Fernan’s request to​​ keep a close‍ watch on him,​ Aint dragged him‌​‍ down almost by​ force.

The​‍ rector, on the‌‌⁠ other hand, was‌‌​ taken to the‌ best room in⁠ the mansion to‍​ rest in comfort.‌‍‌

“All‍⁠ right, then I’ll‍ go.”

“Yes.​⁠‍ You don’t need⁠‌⁠ to do anything​ special, they’ll react​‌ on their own.”⁠​

“Very​ well.”

The⁠​⁠ Mercenary King headed​‌‌ to the inn‍‌⁠ where the Red⁠‍ Wolf Company was​‌ staying. From there,‌‍‍ he would go‍ directly to the⁠‌​ palace to meet​‌⁠ with the king‌‌‌ or, failing that,‍​ his representatives.

“Now​ the busy part​‌ begins, Hyde.”

“Yes,‌ young master.”

“Investigate‌ Herbis Linelt, Antenor‍‌ Linelt, Gerlan Linelt,‍⁠‌ and Yuli Linelt.”‌‌​

“The‍ king, the first⁠‍‌ and second princes,‌‌ and the eldest⁠‍ princess of the​‌⁠ kingdom of Linelt.”⁠

“Also​ look closely into‌ the second prince’s‌⁠ close associates.”

“Is‍‍⁠ he the culprit?”‌‍‌

“Yes.”⁠​⁠

The⁠ origin of it‍‌‍ all—the demon’s summoning⁠ and the fall‌​ of the kingdom—was‍​ tied to the‍‌ second prince, Gerlan​ Linelt.

At⁠ least, if the​‍ prophecy unfolded exactly​⁠ as foretold.

Most⁠‌‌ of the changes​​ caused by Fernan⁠ had affected the⁠‍‍ Empire, not external⁠ kingdoms.

That’s‌​ why, in Linelt,‍⁠ there was a higher chance the‌⁠ story would follow‍ its original course.‌

And⁠‍ if not, there⁠ should at least​‍ be traces.

“The​⁠‍ kingdom of Linelt‍​‍ walks on a knife’s edge. So,⁠‌ instead of using⁠‍ the Golden Pillar’s‍ people or the‍‍ family, use the​ Black Turtles.”

“Are‌​​ you sure? The​⁠⁠ Black Turtles report​ directly to the⁠​ duke…”

“I‍‍ already have his‌ permission.”

Fernan​ tossed him a letter bearing the​ patriarch’s seal, temporarily​ granting him command⁠​⁠ over the Black‍ Turtles.

He​​⁠ had written to‌⁠‍ the duke before​​ leaving and had‍​ received the reply‍ during the journey.‍‍⁠

Surely​​‍ the Black Turtles⁠‌ had already activated⁠‍‌ their intelligence network‌‍ in Linelt.

“As‍‌‌ expected of you,​ young master. I’ll‌‌‌ leave at once.”​‍

“Good.”‌‍

Hyde‍‍​ disappeared swiftly. Fernan⁠ remained, staring at‌‌ the large mural​​⁠ map of the⁠ kingdom of Linelt.​‍

“Dantalion…”‍⁠‌

He⁠​​ recalled the face​‍ of the demon​‌‌ that had escaped​⁠ him. Perhaps Dominique’s‌⁠⁠ face wasn’t his⁠ true appearance.

“Has‌ he completely abandoned⁠‌ this place? Or‌​ just doesn’t expect‌‌ me to arrive‍‍ so soon?”

He‍‌ would soon have‍‍ his answer.

***⁠

Hyde‌ returned after two​⁠ days.

“For​ now, I’ve brought‌​⁠ the most general‌ information. Currently, in‌‍⁠ the Kingdom of⁠‌‌ Linelt, the second‌‍ prince, Gerlan Linelt,⁠ is serving as‌ regent.”

“The⁠‌⁠ king is still‍​ bedridden, it seems.”​​⁠

“Yes.”‍​‌

The⁠⁠‍ current king, Herbis‍ Linelt, had suddenly‌‌ fallen ill about​ three years ago.‍‍

Until‍​ then, he had‍‌⁠ been healthy, but⁠ from that moment​⁠ he contracted such‍ a severe illness‌‌ that he could‌‌⁠ barely move and​‌⁠ ended up relegated‍ to spending all‌⁠ day in bed.​

Finally,‍‌⁠ in just a few months, he‌⁠ appointed the second‍⁠‌ prince as regent⁠​⁠ and withdrew.

If⁠‍​ someone asked why‍ it wasn’t the​‍​ first prince but‍‌‌ the second who‌‍ assumed the regency,‌ the answer was‌‍ something known even⁠ without needing the‍ prophecy book.

It‌‌​ was an incident​​ that had once‍‌ made noise not​‌‌ only in the⁠ Kingdom of Linelt‍‌​ but across the​ entire continent, and‍⁠‍ Fernan remembered it​‌​ well.

“Is​⁠‍ Antenor Linelt still​‌ locked up in‌‍‌ the secondary palace​⁠‍ since that incident?”​

“Yes,⁠‍⁠ that’s what they‍​‍ say.”

“His‌​ exact location?”

“Not‌ clear yet, but​⁠ the Black Turtles⁠​ are investigating it.”‍​

“When‌ they find him,‍‌ bring him immediately.”‌‍

“Understood.‌⁠‍ And here are⁠‌ three people considered‌ close to Gerlan​‌‌ Linelt.”

Hyde‌‌⁠ handed him a thick report.

“Then⁠⁠ among these there​‍ must be a corrupt one.”

If‍⁠ the prophecy book⁠ had mentioned specific⁠ names, it would​​ be easy, but‍​​ it hadn’t.

So‌‍‍ there was no‍​⁠ choice but to‌‌‌ examine the three⁠ one by one⁠‌ and wear themselves​​‌ out in inquiries.​‌‍

While⁠⁠ slowly leafing through​‌ the documents, Fernan​⁠ asked about the⁠ most important thing⁠‌ besides the corrupt:⁠​

“Where⁠‌ is Yuli Linelt?”⁠

The​ first princess of​⁠ the Kingdom of​⁠ Linelt.

The‌ essential key to‌‍‌ this entire matter‍ lay in her​ hands.

***​‍

A high ceiling adorned‍‍​ with a lavish⁠⁠‌ chandelier.

The‍‌ carpets were luxurious‌ and the ornaments⁠‌⁠ elegant.

To⁠‍⁠ Garrett Schreiner, that⁠‌‌ opulence of the⁠‍ palace was suffocating.‍​

‘It’s⁠‌ not the first​‍‌ time I’ve entered‌​ a palace, but‌‍ every time I come I break‍ out in hives.’​

Perhaps‌‌​ it was because​​ he had spent⁠​ his life on​⁠‌ the streets.

He‌​‍ preferred a hard⁠ wooden chair to​​‍ a soft armchair,‌‍​ and a noisy​ tavern to a hall crammed with‌‌​ antiques.

‘Though‍​⁠ it tastes good.’‌

He​⁠ bit into a fruit served by‍‌​ a servant and‌ was surprised by​​‍ how sweet it⁠ was. He liked​​‌ it very much.‌‍

He​​⁠ was used to⁠ a simple environment,‌‍ but that didn’t‌ mean he hated​‌⁠ the exquisite.

At‌​ that moment, he‌​ sensed movement outside.​⁠ Knock, knock, someone⁠‍​ tapped at the‌ door.

“His‌​ Highness the Regent​ Gerlan Linelt.”

Click,‌⁠​ the door opened.⁠​​

Garrett‌​ finished swallowing the‍ fruit and wiped‌ the juice from​​ his lips any‍⁠​ which way. He‌​ stood to receive⁠‍‍ the prince.

“An​⁠ honor to meet​ you for the​‍ first time, Your​ Highness.”

“The⁠ honor is mine,​‌ to meet the‍ famous Mercenary King.”​

The‌​ regent of the⁠ kingdom, Gerlan Linelt,​⁠ was a man⁠ with platinum blond​ hair and black‌⁠ eyes. He had‍ a strong build‍​ and a handsome,⁠⁠ gallant face.

“Since‍‌ His Majesty is‌‍‍ unwell, I ask⁠ you to understand‌‍ that I receive​‍​ you in his‍⁠ stead.”

“On‍‌ the contrary, I am honored by‍ your reception.”

“Honored,‍‍ you say? But‍‌ you’re the hero‌⁠ who slew a demon!”

Gerlan⁠‍ sat across from⁠ him. At his‌‌ signal, everyone left⁠ the room except‌‌‌ for a personal⁠⁠‍ guard.

“I‍ was surprised that‍‍⁠ the hero everyone⁠‍ talks about came​ to our kingdom.”​‌

“You⁠‍‍ might be even‌ more surprised.”

“What⁠⁠‌ do you mean?”‌‍‌

At‌‍ Gerlan’s intrigued look,‌‍ Garrett continued.

“Aren’t​ you curious why‌‌ I’m here?”

“Of​‍ course, but…”

“I’m‌‌ a man of​⁠​ few twists, so‌⁠‌ I’ll get straight⁠​ to the point.”‌​​

Garrett‍ leaned back in⁠‍ the chair with​‍​ his arms crossed.⁠​​ His attitude seemed​ insolent, but Gerlan‍⁠‍ swallowed hard without‍ retorting.

The‌​​ position of the​​​ Mercenary King was‍ no longer what‌ it had been.⁠

Not⁠‍ only had he‍​⁠ achieved the supreme⁠⁠ title of Royal​‌‌ Knight as a mere mercenary, but‌​⁠ he had also‍⁠‍ defeated a demon.⁠​‌

A demon hunter.

Except‍⁠​ for Aint Armian,‍‌ who had killed‌​⁠ a demon at​​ the Academy, no‍⁠​ one else could‌ claim such a feat.

That’s‍ why, even though​‍ his visit was⁠⁠ sudden, he couldn’t​‌‌ be treated lightly.‍⁠⁠

With⁠ demons appearing one​⁠ after another, and​⁠‌ a man capable‍ of facing and‍​‌ killing them standing​‍‍ before him, Gerlan​ had no choice.‌‍⁠ His value would‌ only keep growing.‌​​

That’s⁠⁠ why he had​‌‍ rushed as soon‌‌‍ as he heard‌⁠ the news, and‍‌ now, with Garrett⁠ setting the pace​ of the conversation,​‍ he felt increasingly‍‍ tense.

“You‌‍⁠ must know that⁠ I, together with​‌ the border count⁠ of Bercheff, defeated​ a demon.”

“Of‍​ course. It was‌ the first to⁠ appear in a thousand years, and​ fortunately you were​‌ able to kill‍ it. Without you⁠⁠ two, it would‍⁠ have been impossible.”⁠

“That’s⁠​‍ right.”

Garrett‍ smiled smugly.

“In​‌​ any case, that‍‍⁠ day I thought⁠⁠​ it was only‍ the beginning.”

“I’m‌ sure everyone on​​ the continent thought​​ the same.”

And​‌​ rightly so—a little‍‍‌ later another demon⁠ had descended at​‌‍ the Academy. It⁠‌‌ wasn’t just a supposition, it was‍‌⁠ reality.

“Since‌‌​ then I’ve been​ tracking the corrupt.‌ It turns out⁠ they’ve been infiltrated​ for a long⁠ time, like a spiderweb. They were⁠‍‍ more than we‍‌‌ thought and more⁠ widespread than we⁠‌ believed.”

“I‌ see.”

“And‍‍ one of those‍⁠‍ trails led me​ here, to the​ Kingdom of Linelt.”​‌

“…What‌‍​ are you saying?”​​‍

Gerlan’s‍ eyes widened and‌‍ Garrett drove the⁠ wedge in.

“My‍‍‍ idea was to⁠ handle it myself,‍​ but the truth‌‌⁠ is my experience‌ is mostly in​ the Empire. In‍‌‍ a foreign kingdom,⁠⁠⁠ if I start⁠ acting with my‍​⁠ mercenaries it could‌ cause problems.”

So—‌

“I⁠ would like Your‌‍⁠ Highness to help⁠⁠ me. To eliminate⁠ the corrupt hiding‍‌ in Linelt.”

The⁠ Mercenary King smiled‌⁠ broadly.

“For‌ Your Highness it​​ wouldn’t be a bad thing either,‍​ don’t you think?”‌

Or​‍‌ rather, if he‍‌⁠ truly wanted to‍⁠ protect the kingdom,​⁠ it was something⁠‌ that had to‌​​ be done.

‘Let’s​ see how he⁠​ reacts.’

The‌​ wolf showed a calm smile, while‌ his predator’s eyes‍​⁠ slowly observed every⁠ movement of his‍​‌ prey.

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