Indra Translations
Navigation
A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 233

Chapter 233

While​‍⁠ the Mercenary King‌‌ was meeting with‍ the regent of‍ the Kingdom of‌​ Linelt and resting​‌ in the annex⁠ palace assigned to⁠‍‍ him, Fernan, accompanied‍ by Hyde, was​ heading to one⁠​‍ of the capital’s‍ mansions.

It⁠ was early in‌⁠‍ the afternoon, and​‌‍ the sun was⁠‍⁠ already setting as‍‍ dozens of carriages​​‍ entered in a row. The different⁠ crests engraved on‍‌ their coaches made‍⁠‍ it clear how​‌‍ many nobles were​ present.

“What‍ luxury.”

“It’s‍⁠‍ a banquet organized‍ by the First​‍⁠ Princess of the‌ kingdom, what did‍⁠ you expect?”

Fernan⁠ had dyed his‍⁠ hair brown, styled​​ it differently than⁠‌​ usual, and partly‌​ covered his forehead.‌⁠ It was a way to disguise⁠ himself and conceal‌‌ his identity to‍‌ get close to⁠‍‍ the princess.

“Hyde.”⁠‌

“……”‍​‍

“Hyde.”‌

“……”​⁠

“Lycaon.”⁠

“Yes,‌‌⁠ young master.”

Hyde⁠​ finally responded.

“Who‍⁠ am I?”

“The⁠ second son of‍ Viscount Dressel, young⁠​‌ Ediz Dressel.”

The‌ Dressel family was⁠​ a noble house‍​ that Pellenberg had‌‌⁠ established some time⁠‌ ago.

It‌‌ truly existed, and‌ the second son‌ was of similar‌‌ age and eye​ color to Fernan.​

It‌‍ wasn’t a perfect⁠ alibi, but it‌‌‌ would suffice for‍​⁠ this occasion.

“Let’s‍ go, Lycaon.”

Fernan​ put on the‍ masquerade mask that‌ covered his face.⁠⁠‍ Just then the⁠‍‍ carriage stopped, and‌ he stepped down.‌

“Yes,⁠ young Ediz.”

After⁠‍ all, that night’s‍ banquet was a masquerade ball.

***⁠

The‌‌ ballroom was enormous,‌ as if the​ entire mansion had‍​ been dedicated to‍ the event. The‍‍‍ turnout was large—nobles,​ their attendants, knights,​ and wealthy merchants.​‍

All‍ of them exuded‌ an air of⁠‌ luxury and wealth,‍ and as he⁠​ observed them, Fernan‌​‌ couldn’t help but⁠​‍ swallow.

“Lycaon,​‌ this is a gold mine.”

It​ was almost certain‌ that more than‍​⁠ half of the​‍​ Kingdom of Linelt’s‌ key figures were⁠‍ gathered there.

“But‌ they’re wearing masks.‌⁠​ Can you recognize⁠​ them anyway?”

“A‍‌⁠ mask that covers‍‌⁠ half a face⁠⁠ isn’t enough to⁠ conceal an identity.”​

From‍ their attire, gestures,‍‍ and even the⁠ small visible details,​‍ he could deduce⁠⁠‌ quite a bit.​​ Some didn’t even⁠‍ try to hide—they‍⁠‍ wore rings with⁠‌⁠ their family emblems.‍

“It’s‍‍ a shame I can’t talk business⁠‌⁠ openly with them.”⁠

Had⁠ he attended as‌‍​ Fernan Pellenberg, he‍‌ could have discussed‍⁠⁠ trade freely, but⁠‍ Ediz Dressel was‍ just a carefree⁠⁠‍ young noble with‍​ no interest in‌​⁠ family affairs.

Fernan⁠⁠ took a glass‍ from a servant‍⁠ and moved to⁠ a corner of⁠ the hall.

“The‍⁠ princess hasn’t appeared‍ yet.”

Even‌‍‌ while masked, someone‍‌⁠ of renown was‌​ always recognizable. So‌‌ far, there had‌‌ been no sign‌‍ of her.

Then‌‍‍ the herald’s voice​‌‌ rang out.

“Her​‍⁠ Highness, the First‍​ Princess of Linelt,‍ Lady of Harzen​ and Baroness of​‍ Belune, Yuli Linelt,‌⁠ makes her entrance!”‌​​

The‌‌ doors opened, and​​ all eyes turned‍ to her.

“Wasn’t‌ this a masquerade​⁠⁠ ball where identities‌⁠ were hidden?”

“Seems⁠⁠⁠ the hostess is‌‌‍ the exception.”

With⁠⁠‌ skin so pale‌‌ it was almost⁠​ white, long platinum-blonde⁠⁠​ hair down to‍ her waist, bright⁠ lilac eyes, and​⁠​ a matching dress‌‌‍ that radiated elegance,‍‌‍ Yuli Linelt was​​‍ undeniably beautiful.

Even⁠⁠⁠ the mask couldn’t‍⁠ conceal her allure.​‌

Announcing⁠‍​ her name while​‍​ wearing a mask⁠‌ might’ve seemed comical,​⁠‍ but within seconds​​‍ she had captivated​​ the entire hall.‌⁠​

“Princess!”⁠‍⁠

“As‍​‌ radiant as ever…!”​​

She‌‍‍ hadn’t taken more⁠‍ than a few⁠⁠‌ steps before being‍ surrounded by people.‌​ Meanwhile, Fernan calmly‍⁠‌ took a sip‍‌​ of his drink.​‌​

“Luina‍‍ is more beautiful.”​‌​

“You’re⁠⁠⁠ not even trying‍ to hide it​⁠⁠ anymore, are you?”‌

“What​⁠ did you say?”​‍​

“That​​‍ it’ll be difficult‌ to approach her.”​‌‌

“Of⁠​‌ course it’ll be⁠ difficult.”

Every‍‌ banquet had a main attraction—the one‌‌⁠ with the highest‌‌‍ rank, the most‍​ wealth, or the​​⁠ greatest renown.

The​‌ evening was essentially‍⁠ a place for‍⁠​ political networking, and⁠⁠ the crowd always​‌‍ swarmed the most‌​ coveted figure.

Naturally,​ the princess would‍‍⁠ rarely be alone⁠ until the very‍⁠‍ end of the⁠ banquet.

But​‌ events like this⁠⁠‌ were long. Between‍‌​ drinks, conversations, snubs,‍‌ and scandals, there‍ always came a fleeting moment when​‌‌ opportunity presented itself.‍

“Lycaon.”‌​‌

“Yes,‍‌ young master.”

Fernan‍ spotted someone among‌‍‌ the guests. He​‌ didn’t know him‌ in person, but‍​​ he had seen⁠‍‌ that face more​​‍ than once in​​‌ the reports.

A man of striking⁠​⁠ appearance wore a mask, but the‍‌‍ small scar on⁠​ his cheek was‍⁠ unmistakable.

“That’s‌​​ the guy?”

“Yes,​‍ he appears to‍⁠⁠ be Viscount Kyren⁠‍⁠ Excel.”

One​​​ of the second​‌ prince’s trusted men,​ according to the‌​ Black Turtle’s report.⁠⁠⁠

A thirty-one-year-old young noble‍‌⁠ who had risen‌ quickly to the⁠‍ rank of viscount.⁠‍‌

Since‌​ the princess had⁠⁠ appeared, his gaze⁠‍ had been fixed⁠⁠⁠ on her.

Fernan​⁠ knew that expression⁠ well—greed. The same​ gleam he saw⁠ in merchants hungry⁠‌ for gold.

“What‍ nerve. Staring at‍ the princess like⁠‍‌ that at a masked ball?”

Others‍​⁠ would have at‍‌⁠ least pretended—but not⁠​‌ him.

“Yes,‌ he lives just‌⁠ as he looks.”‌‌‍

“Let’s⁠‍‌ go.”

“What​ do you plan⁠‍ to do?”

“One⁠​ of the three​⁠‌ is a corrupt.‍​⁠ That’s my verdict.”⁠‌​

So​ they had to⁠​ investigate each of‍ them.

And​ find out which⁠‍ was the true‍⁠​ enemy.

***‍​

Night​ had fully fallen⁠⁠ and the moon​ had risen.

The​ warm air gradually‌‍ turned cooler.

Yuli​ Linelt stepped out​ onto the terrace⁠ to escape the⁠⁠​ stifling banquet hall.​‍

The​ cold air brushed‍‍‌ her skin, and⁠​ the heat of‍‍​ the alcohol began⁠ to fade.

“Fuu.”​⁠​

She‍⁠ signaled to her‍⁠ guardian knight, who‍‌ bowed and blocked​‌ the terrace entrance.‌

She​‌ had felt overwhelmed‌ the entire evening‌ and wanted a moment of peace‍⁠ alone.

“How​ much longer must​‍ I keep doing‍⁠ this…?”

How‌⁠‌ many times had⁠ it been now?​‍‌

She⁠‌⁠ hosted at least⁠‌‍ two banquets per⁠ week—so many she’d​‌ lost count.

And‌ those endless parties‍​ were slowly devouring⁠ everything she had​‍‍ built.

In‍ front of her,‌​‌ they laughed and‌‌ praised her, but​⁠‌ behind her back,​​ they called her​‌⁠ “the princess blinded​‍​ by vanity,” “the‍ princess crazy for‍ luxury and pleasure.”‍⁠⁠

With‍‍ the king sick⁠ and demons and‌‍‍ cultists spreading chaos‍​ across the continent,​‌‌ the rumors only​​​ grew.

Even​​ so, Yuli couldn’t‍​ stop. Just as​​ none of it‍ had started by⁠‍ her own will,⁠ she couldn’t end‍⁠ it by her​ will either.

“Then‍ whose will is​‌ it?”

A sudden voice made​ her shiver and​ turn around.

There‍‍‍ were three men.⁠‌‍

One‌‍ with brown hair‌ and red eyes.​

Another​⁠​ with blue hair‍‍‌ and brown eyes.‍⁠

And​‌ the last with‌ blue hair and‌ black eyes.

All‍ three wore masquerade​ masks, but Yuli⁠‌ immediately recognized one.‍

“Viscount⁠‍ Kyren Excel?”

“The⁠⁠‌ viscount is resting‌‌ a bit. He‍​ drank too much.”‍‌‍

The‌ brown-haired man calmly⁠⁠ settled the dazed‌‍ Kyren in a corner of the​‍ terrace, which only​‌ made the princess‌ more nervous.

“Gua—”⁠

“I‌​ beg you not​​ to call your​​ guard and cause‌⁠​ a scene. Technically,‌⁠ we were already⁠⁠​ here. Your Highness‍‍ entered afterward.”

He‌‍‌ wasn’t wrong.

“Hiding​‌‍ like rats in‌​ silence?”

“Let’s​‌ say we were​ having a secret‍ conversation with the‌⁠‌ viscount. Though, with‍​⁠ how drunk he​‌ is, who knows⁠⁠‍ if he’ll remember‍ any of it​⁠ tomorrow.”

“Who​​‌ are you?”

“Allow⁠​​ me to introduce​⁠⁠ myself formally.”

The​ man bowed his​ head.

“I‍‌⁠ am Ediz Dressel,⁠‍‍ second son of​⁠​ Viscount Dressel. And⁠⁠ this is my‍ servant and most‌ trusted guard.”

The‌ supposed Ediz smiled,⁠ but to the​⁠ princess, that smile⁠‌ was pure falsehood.​‍

“That’s​​⁠ a lie.”

She​​ knew instantly—that man⁠⁠ was lying.

“And‌ if it were?”‍‍​

“I’ve‍ already met Ediz​ Dressel. And his‍⁠​ voice wasn’t this.”​

“I‍​⁠ am he.”

“Then‌ show me your‌​ face. I remember‌​ it well.”

“Your​⁠​ Highness is very​ distrustful.”

The​ man sighed.

“Didn’t⁠‍‌ I tell you​ it didn’t match?‌ I should’ve forced​ my voice more.”​

“How‍ could I lower‌ it any further?​⁠‌ I’d sound like​ a golem.”

“Acting⁠‌ is never easy.”‍‌

“True.⁠‌ Nothing is simple.‌ Everything is done⁠​ for money, and‍⁠​ there’s nothing harder‍‌​ than earning it.”‍

The‌‍ sudden exchange made‌‌ Yuli frown.

“…What‌ are you doing?”‍​

“My‍‌ apologies.”

The‍‍‍ man bowed again.‌​

“But​ first, would you‌‌ make me a promise?”

He⁠‍ paused before finishing​ the gesture.

“What​ kind?”

“That‌‌ you won’t reveal⁠ my identity to‍‌ anyone.”

“And⁠‍ why should I?”⁠

“Because…”⁠

Their⁠ eyes met, and‍ Yuli felt as⁠ if she were​​‍ being stripped bare.‌ It was a gaze that saw‌⁠‍ everything.

“Because⁠⁠ only then will⁠⁠ you be able⁠ to achieve what‌⁠ you desire most.”⁠

“……!”‌​

A chill ran down​‍⁠ her spine.

“…Who⁠‍ are you really?”‍⁠

“I’ll​‍ take that as⁠‌​ a yes, and⁠⁠⁠ introduce myself properly,​ Your Highness.”

His‍ brown hair slowly​ turned black.

“I​ am Fernan Pellenberg.”‌

“Fernan…​‍ Pellenberg?”

Yuli’s‌ eyes widened.

How⁠ could she not⁠‌ know that name?​‌‌

Even​ before the demons​‍ rose, that house‌⁠ was already famous.⁠

Now,​‍ fighting cultists and‍​‍ demons, its renown‌ had grown to⁠‌⁠ the point that​ many considered Fernan,⁠ alongside Aint, one‍⁠ of the most​​⁠ feared men by⁠ humanity’s enemies.

“What‌‍​ is Fernan Pellenberg‍ doing here…?”

“It’s‌‌⁠ a long story.”‌‍‍

“……”​

The​ princess was confused.⁠‌

Was​‍​ this truly Fernan‍‍‌ Pellenberg?

Why​⁠⁠ had he come‍⁠‌ looking for her?⁠

But‍​ amid that confusion,‍⁠⁠ she clung to⁠⁠​ a thread of‌⁠ hope.

“Only‍ then will you‌​ be able to‍ achieve what you‍‍‍ desire most.”

That‍‍ gaze that pierced‌ through everything. That⁠‍​ man claimed with‌ certainty that he⁠‍​ could fulfill her​ wish.

Then,‌‌‌ if it were​⁠ true—

“Allow‍‍ me to introduce‌‌⁠ myself as well.⁠ I am Yuli‌‌⁠ Linelt, First Princess​ of the Kingdom​ of Linelt.”

She‌​ lowered her head​​​ slightly.

For⁠ a moment, Fernan​​‍ hesitated.

There⁠ was a brief‍‍​ silence, and receiving​‌ no reply, Yuli⁠ looked up in‍ confusion.

“An⁠​‍ honor to meet​​‌ you, Your Highness.”‌​

He⁠‌ finally responded.

“And​⁠ the reason I sought you out‌​ is one alone.”⁠

His​ face seemed a bit paler—was it‍ just her imagination?‍

“To​‍ eradicate the corrupt‍ who have infiltrated​​ the Kingdom of⁠⁠‌ Linelt.”

Yuli​ wasn’t surprised.

That​⁠ was exactly what⁠⁠‌ she most wanted​‌ to hear.

***‌⁠

The⁠ world turned upside‍⁠‍ down.

[“I​‌‌ am Yuli Linelt.”]⁠

With‌​​ her long platinum⁠​⁠ hair, snow-white skin,⁠ and bright lilac‌⁠ eyes, Yuli Linelt‍​​ was dazzling.

But​ her eyes were‌⁠⁠ dead.

Not‍ even a rotting⁠‌⁠ fish looked so​‍ hollow.

[“The​ princess of the‌⁠ Kingdom of Linelt…?”‍‍‌

“That⁠⁠‌ kingdom no longer‌‍ exists. It fell​ to blood. Aint​​ Armian, they say⁠ you’re a hero.⁠‌⁠ And your appearance‍​ confirms it.”

“That‍​‌ title is too‍‌⁠ grand for me.”‍‌

“False​‍ modesty is just​ another form of​​ arrogance.”]

‘Aint⁠ Armian?’

Aint‌‍‍ stood before her.‍ More mature, stronger‌⁠‍ than he was⁠ now.

[“The⁠ 62nd demon, Valac,‍​​ has descended. The⁠‍​ palace fell first,‌‍‍ and the kingdom‍​ was bathed in⁠ blood. There is‍‌​ no longer anything⁠⁠ called Linelt on​‌ this continent.”

“…I’ve⁠ heard the news.‍ It’s regrettable…”

“I‌‍ don’t need comfort.​​‍ It means nothing.”]⁠

She​⁠‍ cut him off,​‌ shaking her head.​‍

[“I​⁠‌ heard Armian is​⁠‍ breaking a hundred-year‌⁠ seal to gather‍ troops and fight‍‍​ the demons.”

“That’s​ right.”

“I⁠⁠‌ firmly believe that‌ one day you​ will exterminate them​ all. I believe‌‍‍ in Armian’s fame‌‌‍ as the natural⁠ enemies of demons.”]‍

Yuli’s‌ eyes gleamed with‌​​ blind faith. As​ if depending on‍‍​ it to go‌‍⁠ on living.

[“Yes.​ We will succeed.‌ This world belongs​‍ to humanity.”

“I​⁠‌ am weak. I know nothing of‍ swords or magic.‍‌ I could only⁠ run while my‍‌ parents and brother‌‌‍ died to the‌​‌ demons.”

But—​

“I⁠ will not sit‍⁠‌ idly by.”]

Blood-tears‍⁠‌ ran down her‍ cheeks. Her clenched​ fists also bled.‌‍​

[“There’s‌ a secret royal‌​​ vault in a foreign land. Full⁠​ of gold and‍‌ jewels.”

All‍ of it—

“I‍ will invest in⁠‌ Armian. I ask⁠ for only one‍‍ thing.”]

Yuli‍‌​ Linelt’s words were‌ poison.

[“The‍​‌ death of demon‍⁠ number 62, Valac.‌⁠ And the head​ of Count Patrick​‌​ Pirandello, the corrupt‍ who led the‍ Kingdom of Linelt​⁠ to ruin.”]

The⁠ prophetic vision ended⁠​​ there.

“Ugh…‍ my head! As​‌ if everything didn’t⁠ already hurt…”

When‍ Gismond returned to⁠ reality, he was‍⁠ rolling across the‍ floor of the‌‍‍ training hall.

“Are‍ you all right,‍‌ senior? You suddenly​‍ spaced out.”

Aint⁠​​ Armian, who had‍ knocked him down,‌⁠ was holding out‍‌ a hand.

“It’s⁠ nothing.”

The⁠ pain of the‌ prophecy was such​ that even Aint’s​‌‌ blows felt like‌⁠ relief.

‘Fernan‍‍⁠ met with Yuli⁠ Linelt…’

They​​‍ had already introduced‌‌‍ themselves, just like⁠ with Ahgrot.

‘And‌​ that secret royal‌​​ treasure…’

There​ was no doubt—Fernan​​ would never let‌⁠⁠ that prize go.​​

Gismond​‌⁠ fell silent, praying‍​‌ for the soul​‌ of Linelt’s royal​⁠ bloodline, soon to‍‌⁠ be stripped down‌ to its last‌⁠ coin.

What did you think of this chapter?
0 reactions

0 Comments


There are no comments yet. Be the first!

Reader Settings
Page mode
Timer
Text Indent
Auto scroll
Tap to read
Pin menu
Translate page
Select language to automatically translate chapter content.
Audio & AI Voice
This chapter has pre-loaded audio
Ads Blocker Image Powered by Code Help Pro

Ads Blocker Detected!!!

We have detected that you are using extensions to block ads. Please support us by disabling these ads blocker.