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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 238

Chapter 238

“Eh?”​​‍

Aint‌ blinked a couple​⁠‌ of times.

“What⁠‍ did you say…?”‌⁠⁠

“Nothing.​‍ I recognize your⁠ face. Aint Armian.⁠ No doubt about‍ it.”

Fernan⁠⁠⁠ Pellenberg’s words had⁠‍ been true. The​‌ hero named Aint‍​ Armian was the‍ most solid proof.⁠⁠⁠

Proof‍ that Fernan wasn’t‍ on the side⁠⁠ of the corrupt,‍‌ and that what‍‍‌ he’d said was‌‌‍ true.

Otherwise,‌‌‍ he wouldn’t have⁠ Aint at his‌‌​ side.

“I’ll⁠​‌ trust you.”

“Thank‍‌ you.”

“So⁠‍‍ then, what am‍ I supposed to‍⁠ do? It’s not⁠⁠⁠ the best thing‍ to say in​ front of someone⁠ who just gave​‍ me proof, but​ I have no‌‌‍ real power.”

When‍⁠ the first prince​‍‍ was imprisoned and‌ the second took​ the regency, everything‌‍‍ had been taken​ from her.

Now,⁠ she was nothing⁠‌ more than a pretty ornament of⁠​ the royal family.​ Nothing more. Her⁠‍ half-brother used her‌‍‍ in that way.⁠

“I⁠‍ know.”

“…I’m​ glad you know.”‍

Yuli‍ felt a tinge‌⁠ of sorrow.

Was‌ that supposed to‌ be a relief?‍‍‍ That at least,‌ by knowing that,‌ the golden thread‍ wouldn’t snap immediately?​‍

The‍ very fact she​ had to think​​ like that showed‍‍‍ how dire her​​⁠ situation was.

“Then…”⁠

Do‍ you know I have nothing to‌‍⁠ give you?

Yuli‌⁠⁠ held back the⁠​‌ words.

Nothing​⁠ in this world‍ was free. No⁠ matter how just‍ Aint Armian’s heart​⁠‌ might be, she‌‍ had to show‍ some form of⁠ compensation.

And​‌‌ now there was​‍ also Fernan Pellenberg.‍⁠

‘Money…’‍‌

He’d​⁠ said it from⁠ the start—that he​‌‍ wanted it. But​‌ she had no⁠ right to open‍⁠ the royal vaults.​

“…When‍‌⁠ my father wakes‌‌‍ up, I’ll give⁠ you whatever you‌‍ want.”

In‍‌ the end, that​‌‌ was the best⁠‌​ she could offer.​​

“I‍‍‌ understand. But let’s‍‌⁠ leave that conversation‍ for later, Your‍ Highness. For now,​ what matters is⁠⁠ defeating the corrupt​⁠​ and saving the⁠ Kingdom of Linelt.”⁠⁠⁠

“Ah,​‍‌ right.”

“There​‌​ will be other​ favors I’ll ask‌⁠ later, but for‌​​ now we only​‌ need one thing⁠⁠ from you.”

“What​⁠​ is it?”

“Everything‌‍ you know.”

What‌​ had happened in‍ the Kingdom of‍​ Linelt, how they⁠⁠ ended up in‌ this situation, and⁠ why.

“If‌‍‍ you tell us‌ everything, I promise‌​ you this.”

I’ll‌ save the first​ prince.

“…Really?”⁠⁠⁠

“Of‌ course.”

Fernan​‌ pushed Aint forward.⁠

“In‌⁠ the name of​⁠ Aint Armian.”

“…Eh?”​⁠⁠

Aint⁠‌⁠ blinked again, not‍⁠ knowing what to​ say.

***‌‌

The​ night was dark.⁠

With‌​ his hair dyed​‍ dark blue, Aint‍‍ walked through the​​‌ mountains, recalling what‌​ had happened yesterday.⁠‍⁠

“Didn’t‍ you say I shouldn’t leave the‍ mansion?”

That’s​ what Fernan had​‌ told him when‍ they arrived in‍ the Kingdom of​ Linelt. That his​⁠ face was too‌ well-known and he⁠‍‌ shouldn’t step outside‌⁠‌ the refuge.

And​‌ now, suddenly, he​‌ was asking him⁠​ to personally rescue⁠‌ the first prince.‍‌

“I‌‌ didn’t say never‌ to step out.‍​ I meant not‍ to stroll around⁠ crowded places in‍ broad daylight. This‌​​ is different—at night,‍​‍ hidden, hair dyed,⁠ and with a mask.”

He‍ wasn’t entirely wrong.​​

The⁠‍ place where the⁠⁠ first prince was‌⁠ being held had‍​‌ to be heavily​⁠‍ guarded, which meant⁠⁠ there would be⁠ fighting.

And⁠ that would force​‌ Aint to use⁠ his trademark—the power‍‍‍ of Armian.

Because‌⁠‍ all of his​ aura was Armian’s⁠‌⁠ power.

— That’s why he⁠‌​ sent you with​​ this guy.

At​⁠ Gardner’s words, Aint​⁠ looked at the‌‌‌ man guiding them.​

“So​​ your name is…”​‍

“Just‌​ call me Turtle.”‍⁠

The‍ man, covered head⁠⁠ to toe in⁠ black attire, was​ the guide Fernan‍​‍ had assigned him.⁠ From what Aint⁠⁠ had heard, he⁠ belonged to the⁠⁠ Black Turtle Guild.​⁠

“Fight​ freely. We’ll take⁠​‍ care of the‍‌ cleanup.”

In​ the end, hiding‍‍⁠ his strength was‍⁠‍ pointless. But in‍​ truth, what Aint​‍‍ was really concerned​​‍ about wasn’t that.​​

“Wouldn’t‍ it be easier‌ if you rescued​​‍ the prince yourself?”‍

“In‍‌‍ the eyes of​​ the world, it⁠ always has to‍ be you. You’re‍‍ the face—no, the‌​ hero of humanity.”⁠‍

There​ was the real‍⁠ reason.

Fernan⁠​ wanted it to‌⁠​ be him who​‌ rescued the first⁠ prince.

‘This‌​ is starting to‍‌⁠ scare me. I’ve​⁠ gotten too much​‌ help—I’m starting to​‍ wonder why he’s‍‍⁠ doing so much‍ for me.’

— Because he’s a demon, isn’t it‌ obvious?

‘But‌ even so, I feel like even​ if I weren’t​​​ here, he’d succeed‍‍⁠ anyway.’

— …That’s true.

Gardner‍‍ couldn’t deny it.‌

With‍​ Fernan, you never​ knew what he’d⁠ do, but whatever‌‌⁠ it was, it‌⁠​ always worked.

‘And⁠⁠‍ I don’t feel⁠​ like he’s trying​‍ to betray me.’‍​

— He’s given you​ elixirs, money, fame,‍‌⁠ even connections. Betray​‌‍ you? That would‌‍ make no sense.​⁠​

If⁠‍ he’d wanted to,⁠​ he could’ve done‌‌ it a hundred​⁠‍ times by now.⁠​

Aint‍‌​ had nearly died‍ many times, and‍ Fernan had always‌⁠‌ saved him.

— Honestly, that’s the‌‌‌ least of my‍⁠‍ worries. Think, “I’m‌ a Pellenberg.” I invested in a product, and I’m​‍​ not letting it​​​ go to waste.‍‌⁠ That’s why he​⁠​ helps you grow.​⁠

‘Is‌‍ that it?’

— Of course. But​‌‍ the more he‍​ invests, the more⁠‍‍ he’ll want back​​ later.

‘…!’⁠‍

Aint’s​⁠⁠ face went pale.‍

— Exactly. Now’s not⁠​‍ the time to​‍⁠ waste energy doubting.​ Fernan gives you‌⁠‍ food—you swallow it‍‌⁠ and grow. That‌‌ way, when it’s⁠‍​ time to pay​ up, at least⁠‌ you’ll have something​⁠ left.

‘I…​ need to work​ harder.’

— That’s right. Or‍ you’ll end up‍​​ emperor and still‌⁠ drowning in debt.​‍

‘That​‍⁠ would be horrible…’‍‍

While⁠‍‌ Aint imagined a terrible future, the‍ guide spoke.

“We’ve‍‍‍ arrived.”

In​ the west of​​‍ the Kingdom of‍ Linelt, in a valley surrounded by‌ mountains, stood an​ isolated mansion.

Three​ stories tall, large,‌‌ with walls so⁠⁠ high and sturdy‌ they looked like​⁠ a fortress.

It‌ was clear—it had‌‌​ been built to​⁠‍ withstand monster attacks.‍⁠‍

“That’s‍​ the place?”

“Yes.⁠​ It’s estimated that‍⁠‍ about 48 guards‌​ are always on‍​‍ duty. Of them,‌‌‌ around 10 are‍ knight-level. The rest‌‌⁠ are elite soldiers.⁠⁠ Oh, and there’s⁠‌ also a mage.”‍‍

It⁠‍ wasn’t a small⁠ force. It clearly‍ showed what the‌‌‍ second prince thought‌‍ of the first.⁠

— It’s a sensible‍ decision. From his​‍‍ point of view,​ until he secures​‌‍ the throne, it’s​​⁠ better to keep‌​​ the first prince‍​​ alive.

No‌‍⁠ matter how much⁠​‍ trouble the first​ prince had caused⁠ in the kingdom​‌ or that he⁠‍ was imprisoned, he⁠ was still the‍‍ legitimate heir of​‍‌ Linelt and the‍⁠⁠ regent’s elder brother.​‍

If⁠‌ he died, the⁠ impact would be⁠⁠‌ enormous. It made​ sense to keep‌​ him alive.

‘But‍​⁠ they surely didn’t‌⁠ think he’d be‌‌⁠ stolen like this.’⁠

— Obviously.

— Also, how the⁠‌‍ hell did they​ even find this⁠⁠ place? It’s so‌‍‌ hidden. Those from​⁠ the Black Turtle⁠​ Guild—the name sounds⁠‍‌ humble, but their⁠​ skills are legit.‌

‘Someday,‌​ Armian will also​ have an intelligence⁠​ organization like that.’⁠​​

— Of course, you⁠​​ must.

Without‌​ fail.

“So‌ what should we‍‌ do, then?”

“What’s‍‍ the best way?”‌‍

“In‍‌⁠ any case, we’ll​ make it look‌ like it was‌ the second prince’s‌​​ doing.”

In‌⁠​ the process, any‍‍ trace of Aint⁠‍ entering would disappear.​‍

“So⁠ you can go​‌⁠ all out. There’s‌ only one condition—the⁠ first prince must‍ not die under⁠ any circumstance.”

If‍ Aint attacked head-on,⁠‍​ the knights, in​ desperation, might use‍​‍ the first prince⁠ as a hostage.‌⁠

And‍‍ if they accidentally⁠ killed him, it​ would be a disaster.

“In‌ that case, could⁠‍ you help me?‍⁠​ While I draw‍⁠​ attention from the‍‍‌ front, you could…”​

“That’s‌‌‌ not possible.”

The⁠​ Turtle shook his‍‍ head firmly.

“The​⁠ young master said​ the rescue of⁠⁠ the first prince‌⁠ must be carried​‌​ out by you,‍⁠ Aint.”

“But​ I’m rescuing him​‍ either way, aren’t​​‍ I?”

“He‍​ also said to​ remember Silver.”

…Silver?​

Was​⁠⁠ he referring to‌⁠‍ the effect of​⁠ the mark?

“But​‍​ the first prince‍⁠​ isn’t a newborn‌ or a baby⁠ bird.”

“And‌ yet, when someone​​ is helped in​‍‌ a desperate moment,‍​​ they usually feel​⁠​ the greatest sympathy⁠​‍ toward the one​​⁠ who rescues them⁠‍‍ first. Think from‌​ his perspective.”

“The⁠‍​ first prince was‍⁠ manipulated by the‌⁠ corrupt and turned‍ into a criminal‍⁠‌ without realizing it.‌⁠ He’s been locked⁠ up for years,⁠ regretting it every⁠‌ day—and suddenly someone‍⁠‍ appears and tells‍​ him it was​‌​ all a mistake,⁠ and that they’ve​‍ come to free​ him.”

And⁠ if that person⁠‌​ was Aint Armian,⁠​ and the true⁠⁠‌ culprits turned out​ to be the‍‌ corrupt?

“Can⁠ you imagine a more perfect image?”‍‍

“I‌⁠ suppose not.”

In‍ the end, Aint‌ had no choice‌‍ he had to⁠⁠ be the one​ to infiltrate.

The⁠⁠​ Turtle would create⁠ a diversion while‌‍ Aint snuck in‍⁠‍ to free the‌⁠​ prince.

“Then‌​‌ let’s begin.”

Aint‌⁠ put on the‍‍‍ mask.

— Then what the‌ hell did I dye my hair‍⁠​ for?

***‍

The⁠ bluish moonlight filtered‌‌ through the window.⁠‌

White⁠​ curtains fluttered in⁠ the breeze.

“……”​⁠​

The‌‍ first prince of‍​‌ Linelt, Antenor Linelt,‍ opened his eyes,​ dazed.

He​⁠ had felt a presence.

“…I‌ don’t want it.”‌

A hoarse voice escaped​⁠ his dry throat.⁠‍

“I⁠‌⁠ don’t want that‍​​ medicine.”

“That’s‌‌ not possible, Your‌‌⁠ Highness.”

A mage had entered​‍⁠ with a syringe‌‍ in hand.

“It’s⁠ the medicine to​‌‌ treat your madness.​‌ Three times a day, without fail.”‌‌⁠

“But‌​‍ when they give⁠​⁠ it to me,⁠ my mind clouds.​⁠ I can’t think​‌​ at all.”

Hours​⁠‍ lost in the‍⁠‌ fog. Three times‍‌ a day.

He‌​‌ spent more time⁠⁠ absent than conscious.​‍

It⁠‌ was indescribable torment.⁠⁠

“I‍ understand your feelings,‍ Your Highness. Who⁠‍ would enjoy being‍‍ intoxicated with such​‍‌ strong poisons?”

The⁠⁠‌ mage approached with​ the needle. Feeling‍ the tip through‍​‍ his clothes, Antenor‍ instinctively pulled away.‍

“But‍‍‌ this is for‍ your own good.‍ Better to be​⁠‌ lost in the​ fog than to‌​ massacre your subjects‍‌‍ in a frenzy,⁠​ wouldn’t you agree?”⁠‌

And⁠ let’s not even​​‍ mention that he⁠‍ had also killed⁠ nobles.

The‌ mage sneered. Casually,‌‍ he grabbed the‍ prince’s wrist.

As⁠‌ he rolled up‍‌ the sleeve, a pale, thin arm‌‍⁠ was revealed.

“Even⁠ so, I don’t​‍ want to…”

“In‌⁠ this world, can‌‌ anyone choose only‌‌‌ the good things?​ The people you‍​‍ killed didn’t want​ to die either.”​‍‌

“No…‍‍​ don’t do it!”‌‌‌

“I‌ will.”

“No.”⁠

“I​‌ said yes. You’re​⁠‍ especially stubborn today…”‍⁠⁠

Wham!​

The‍‍‍ world spun. His‍‍ body flew and⁠‍‍ slammed into the‍‌ wall. The pain‌‍‌ knocked the air‌​ from his lungs.​‍‌

What…‌⁠‍ what just happened?​⁠⁠

The​⁠​ mage looked up.‌

“I⁠‍ said no.”

A silhouette stood, blocking‌⁠​ the moonlight.

He‌​ couldn’t make out​‍​ the face, but‍⁠‍ his eyes gleamed​⁠ coldly.

“W-Who…?”‌⁠‍

Someone‌​⁠ from the mansion?‌⁠‍

No.⁠⁠ If he were,‍‌‍ why would he⁠ attack?

Then​‌ he understood—it was⁠⁠ an intruder.

“Aler—!”‍‍​

He⁠⁠⁠ couldn’t finish. A kick sent him‌ flying. He rolled‍ on the ground,‍‌‍ writhing in pain.⁠‌‌

“Silence.​ This is a very important moment.”‍⁠‌

The‍ intruder sat down‌ in front of‍‌ the prince. He⁠ looked into his‌⁠ eyes and whispered.‍‌

“Your⁠‍ Highness, I’ve come​ to rescue you.”​⁠

“Me?⁠‌⁠ But I committed⁠⁠ crimes… I was‍⁠‌ imprisoned…”

“No,‍ Your Highness. You’re‍⁠ not guilty of⁠​​ anything. The corrupt‌ manipulated you.”

“The⁠⁠⁠ corrupt used me?”‍

“Yes.‍​ But don’t worry.​ Today, I’ll free⁠ you from their‍ grasp. I’ve come⁠‌​ on behalf of‍ Princess Yuli.”

The​‍ intruder handed him‌ a small brooch.​​‌

“Ah…”⁠‍‍

It⁠ was the gift‌⁠​ he had given‌‌‌ his sister on‌ her tenth birthday.⁠ The one she​‌⁠ always carried with​ her.

A tear slid down‍ Antenor’s cheek. His‍​‍ once-lost eyes regained‍ a faint light.​‍

“So⁠ it was all‌⁠⁠ a false accusation?”⁠‍‍

“Exactly.”‍​

“What’s​‍ your name?”

“I’m‌‌ Aint Armian, Your⁠⁠​ Highness.”

The​ intruder bowed his‌⁠⁠ head.

“Aint⁠ Armian. Please remember‌​‌ it well.”

That⁠‍ I was the‌‌‍ one who rescued‍​‍ you.

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