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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 239

Chapter 239

“Until​‍⁠ when do we​ have to keep‌⁠ up with this‌‌​ shit?”

“Until‍⁠​ that bastard dies,⁠ what else?”

Kane,​‌‌ a guard at‌ the mansion, muttered⁠‍‍ as he laughed‌ with his companion‍​​ and brought a cigarette to his⁠⁠‌ lips.

Around​‌ them there was‍‍ nothing but mountains‍​ and monsters. Nothing​​​ to enjoy.

They‍ had been living‌​ like this for‍ three years.

When‌​ Kane managed to‍‌‍ get in with​‍⁠ the second prince,‌‍‌ he thought he’d‍⁠​ hit the jackpot.‌⁠‍ But after three‍‍​ years in that​‍ post, he was‍⁠ starting to think⁠ that “golden thread”‍​​ was just a rotten rope.

‘Damn⁠‌ first prince—can’t we‍​​ just kill him‍ already?’

At‍‍ first, he was‍‍‍ shocked to hear⁠‌ the prince’s condition,‌​⁠ but not anymore.​​⁠

He‍ was just an‌ addict, a burden‌‍‍ that kept him‍‌‍ from living a normal life.

Killing​‌ him would be⁠‌ better for everyone.⁠⁠

‘And‌‌ still, what a tough bastard—even if‌⁠⁠ he got out,​‌​ it wouldn’t be‍‌ a bed of⁠‌‍ roses waiting for‍‍‌ him.’

He‍‍ clicked his tongue​ and blew out⁠ smoke.

“Huh?”​⁠‌

At‌‍ that moment, he​⁠⁠ noticed movement outside‍ the wall. Something‌​‌ was crawling in⁠​​ the darkness.

For​‌‌ a second, he‌​ thought it was⁠‌ a monster, but‌​ as it got⁠​‍ closer, it was‌​ clearly a person.‌​

He‍ didn’t ask, “Who’s⁠‌ there?”

If‍ someone showed up‌ in the middle​ of those deserted​ mountains, it could​‌‍ only mean one⁠ thing.

An⁠‍​ enemy.

They⁠‌‍ had been warned‍‍ someone might come⁠‍ eventually. He just​‍ never thought it⁠‌‍ would be now,‍‍ so many years‌‍ after the prison​⁠ site was built.‌⁠​

Fweeeet—!⁠‍

Kane‌‍ blew his whistle.​​

“Stop⁠‍‌ right there!”

His‍‌ partner drew his⁠ sword and shouted.​

“Whoa,⁠ sorry. I’m a slash-and-burn farmer, got‌ lost in the‌ hills—never imagined there‍⁠ was a mansion​ here. If it’s​⁠ not too much‌ trouble, could I spend the night?”⁠‍

He​​ looked miserable—worn-out clothes,​ tired expression, submissive​⁠‌ voice. He genuinely‍ looked the part.​‍

But‍⁠​ a farmer wouldn’t‍ be wandering alone,​ especially not in‍‌ a monster-infested place‍​‍ like this.

“Who‌​‌ sent you?”

“Sent​ me? No, I was monsters attacked‌‌​ us, I got​‍ separated from my‍‍ group and fled‍ here. Please, help‍⁠ me reunite with‌‍​ them.”

The⁠ man was even‍ crying, pleading with‍‌‌ such a convincing‍​‌ story that for⁠⁠‍ a moment, it​ almost seemed real.‌⁠⁠

Meanwhile,​ he kept inching⁠ closer without Kane⁠‍ or his partner​​‍ noticing.

And‌​ when almost all​​ the knights and‍ soldiers of the‌ mansion gathered at⁠ the entrance—

“Forty-two…​​​ yeah, I think‍ that’s almost all‍‍⁠ of them.”

The‍‍‍ man’s expression changed.​‌

Flash!‌‌

A flash of light⁠​ pierced them. Kane⁠⁠ barely had time‍​⁠ to react.

Clang!‍​‍

A black dagger shot‌⁠ out, but was‌​‍ deflected at the‍​ last moment. Still,‌‍⁠ a deep scar⁠‌ was left in‌‌ the ground where​ the man had‌ been.

“What⁠‌ the hell are​‍ you doing?!”

A giant over two‍ meters tall appeared,​‌ growling.

“You’re‌ still listening to​ that crap? Chop⁠​⁠ off his head​‍ already!”

“Yes,‍‍ sir!”

Knights⁠⁠⁠ and soldiers surrounded​⁠‌ the intruder.

The‍‌⁠ man barely dodged⁠‌⁠ and locked eyes​‌ with the giant.‍⁠

That​⁠ aura, sharp as⁠​​ blades, vicious and‍ repulsive.

“This​⁠‍ wasn’t part of⁠ the plan…”

The‍​‍ Black Turtle was⁠‌ sweating cold.

Could‍‌⁠ he kill him?‍ Didn’t seem possible⁠​ without a high⁠‌ cost.

“There’s​⁠ no choice.”

He‌​ could only buy​‍​ time until Aint‌ arrived.

“Kill​​ everyone—except him!”

Immediately,​ the Black Turtle​ agents sprang from‌‌ their hiding spots,​‍ attacking from all‍​ sides.

***‍⁠‍

Mage​‍ Jordi was dazed.​‍

What‍‍‍ the hell? What’s​ happening to me?‍ Why am I on the floor?‍‌ Why is my‌ arm twisted?

“W-Wait!‍‍ Don’t kill me!‍ I don’t know‍ anything! I was‍ just following orders!”​‌​

“Orders‌‍⁠ for what?”

The⁠​ masked man murmured‍ in a chilling‌​ voice.

“T-That‌ is…”

Suddenly,‌⁠ Jordi clutched the‍ syringe he had.​‍‍

“You⁠ think I’ll talk,⁠‍​ trash?!”

He‍‌‌ lunged forward, trying⁠ to use his​⁠​ momentum.

Crack!⁠

“Aghhh!”​‌

His⁠ jaw shattered. The‍ syringe clattered to​​‌ the floor, broken.⁠

“If‍⁠ you really were‌⁠ just a pawn,​ I’d let you‍‍ live.”

The⁠​‍ intruder’s voice sounded⁠‍‍ gentle, which only⁠ made it more​​ terrifying. He grabbed‌ Jordi’s head tightly.‌

“But‌ you have corrupt‍‍ magic inside you…”​‌‌

You’re⁠​‍ a corrupt.

So​​ you must die.​‍

Crunch!​⁠‍

That⁠‍ was the last‍ sound Jordi heard.‌

“…He’s‌⁠‌ dead.”

The​⁠‌ first prince’s eyes‍‌ widened at the‍ corpse.

“That‌ easily…”

The‍‌ torment that had⁠⁠‌ haunted him for‌ years had ended‌‍ in an instant.⁠⁠ A feeling of‍‌‌ release washed over⁠ him.

“Aint⁠ Armian… I’ve never‍ heard your first​‌ name, but I know your surname.”‌

Armian.⁠ The bloodline of​⁠⁠ the hero who‍⁠ defeated Colomo and‍⁠​ the demons, founding​‌‍ the Empire.

“So‌ you’re his descendant.”‍​‌

“I‍ am.”

“I’ll​‍​ be blunt. I’m‍‍‌ ready for anything‍​ now.”

The‍​​ deaths, the confinement,​ the madness—it had​​ all broken him.‌‍‍ Antenor Linelt wanted​‍​ nothing more than​⁠ to escape that‌⁠ hell.

“I⁠‌ can believe anything.”​​

That‍ he was innocent.‌‍

That⁠⁠ the corrupt had‌‌ used him.

And​​ that Aint Armian‍‍ was there to​ save him.

He⁠‍‍ needed to believe‍ it. Even if⁠‍⁠ it wasn’t true,‌​‍ he wanted it​‌‍ to be.

“I’ll​‌ ask you again.⁠‌⁠ Who are you?”​⁠

“I’m‌ Aint Armian.”

“And​‍​ why did you⁠⁠ come here?”

“To‍ save you, Your⁠ Highness.”

“Even​ though they say‌‍​ I’m a mad​‍‌ murderer who killed‍‍‍ the kingdom’s nobles?”​‌

“That⁠ was a deception‍​ by the corrupt,⁠​‌ who brought you​ to ruin.”

“……”‍‍⁠

Like‍‌ a ray of​ light, like a lifeline, those words‍‌‌ soothed the prince’s‌​ battered heart.

A tear rolled down​⁠ his cheek.

“…I’ll⁠‍ believe it. Even‍​ if it’s not‌⁠‍ true, it’ll be‍​‍ my truth now!”​

“Thank‍ you.”

“What⁠‍‍ should I do?”‍⁠

“We’re​​ getting you out‌‌ of here. There’ll​‍‍ be some noise…”⁠

Clang!⁠​

“Aghhh!”⁠​‍

“Kill‌ them!”

The​ screams and clash​ of weapons already​‌ echoed outside.

“Don’t⁠ be afraid. We’ll⁠‍‌ get you out.”‌‍‌

Aint‌‌ lifted Antenor onto⁠‍ his shoulders and⁠‍‍ jumped out the⁠ window. He landed​‌‌ softly like a feather and ran​​ toward the Black​‌ Turtle.

But⁠‌‌ then—

Boom!⁠‍​

A massive sword came​ crashing down vertically.​​

The⁠⁠‌ impact shook the​ earth, sending debris​‌ flying everywhere.

— Corrupt magic! Thick,‍‍​ disgusting!

Blocking‍‍ with one hand,‍​‌ Aint looked up‍‍ at the giant​‍ who towered over​‍ him.

The⁠‍ aura of corruption⁠‌ he gave off‍‍‌ left no doubt—he​​ wasn’t even trying‌ to hide that⁠ he was corrupt.​‌

“Who‌ are you?”

“That​‍ filthy power… I know who you‍ are. Since when​‌ did the Armian⁠ family—the imperial family—become​‍⁠ thieving rats?”

The‌‍ giant growled.

— A dangerous opponent.‍‌ Where the hell‌‌‍ did this monster‍‌‍ come from?

Gardner‍‍ gave a warning.‍ Even without it,⁠‍ Aint already felt‌ it.

The‍‌‌ corrupt magic pouring‍‌ from the giant‌​ was denser than​‍⁠ that of any‍‌​ corrupt he had​ ever faced, except⁠ the demons themselves.⁠‍ A monster. And⁠‌ not just any‌⁠ monster—possibly even more​​ terrifying than Rahnas,‍ the rank 1 beast.

Aint⁠‌ tensed, and at⁠‌‌ the same time,‌⁠‍ his heart pounded‍‌​ fiercely.

Fighting⁠ someone strong was‌ always a risk,⁠​ but also the​ best kind of‍‌ experience.

It⁠ had been that⁠‍ way when he‌⁠⁠ fought Andromalius, when​‌ he battled the​‌ chimera left by‌⁠ the First Emperor,​⁠ when he killed‌‍ Rahnas, and when‍​‍ he faced Andrealphus.⁠​‍

He⁠​ had never had​​ easy enemies. But‌⁠ thanks to that,‍ he had continued⁠⁠​ to grow.

“Hand⁠‌‌ over the prince​‌ now. That way​‌ I’ll cut your‍​⁠ neck quickly and‌ painlessly.”

“What‌​‌ nonsense are you​⁠ spouting?”

Aint‌⁠‍ slowly raised his‍‌ sword but didn’t⁠⁠ charge immediately. If‍⁠ he did, the​‌ First Prince could⁠‍ be caught in​​‍ the crossfire.

After⁠ so many years‍​‍ of being drugged,‍​ he was weak;⁠ even a small​‌ shock could be⁠ dangerous.

At‍ that moment—

“Aint-nim.”⁠

From​‌‍ the shadows emerged⁠‌⁠ a masked figure.‌ It was the‍⁠‌ Black Turtle.

“Leave‌ the First Prince‌ to me, and⁠ in return, avenge⁠⁠ my men.”

“Vengeance?”‌

“Yes.​​ To avoid that‌‍‌ monster, I had‌​‌ to slaughter the‍‍⁠ rest, and we‍‍ took losses too.”‍

What‌‍‌ he said was​ true.

Of​‌⁠ the nearly fifty‌‍ knights and soldiers,⁠ not a single​ one remained alive—they‍‍ all lay like​‍ corpses.

“When…?”‍‌‌

The‍⁠‌ giant’s eyes widened​ in surprise.

“Capturing⁠ him alone would​‍ be impossible without‌​‍ losses. That’s why‌ I ask this‍‍​ of you.”

Speaking‍‍​ as if his​ mission was already‌ complete, the Black⁠⁠ Turtle didn’t wait‌‍ for a reply.‌‌ He took the⁠​ First Prince and‍​ retreated.

“Damn⁠ worms you dare⁠‌⁠ mock me…!”

Boom!‍‌ The giant stomped‌ the ground. A wave of corrupt⁠‍‍ magic shook the‍ earth.

“No​​​ one’s leaving here‍‍‌ alive.”

A flash. From his‌ feet, a magic​‌ circle spread, enveloping‌⁠ the mansion.

It⁠⁠‍ wasn’t ordinary magic.‍‌

— A demon’s circle…​‍​

Gardner⁠‍ muttered with a shiver.

In‌‍ an instant, the⁠ formation covered the‌‍‍ entire building. The‌⁠⁠ bodies of what⁠‌ once were knights⁠ and soldiers turned‌​⁠ to ashes, absorbed‌ by the spell.​‍‌

In⁠​​ the end, a complete barrier was⁠ formed.

“Could​​ it be…?”

“Yes.‍​ Exactly what you’re‌⁠‌ thinking.”

The​⁠ giant growled and‌ threw his massive‍‌ sword to the⁠ ground.

“From‌⁠‍ the start, I was the only‍ real guard here—because​‍ I alone am⁠⁠ enough!”

His⁠​ body began to‍‍ swell, growing even⁠⁠ more. His skin​‌​ turned black. His​‍ armor twisted and‌‌ shattered to pieces.‍

— The seal!

A strange mark glowed‌‍‌ on his wrist—the‌‍⁠ seal of a contract.

— It can’t be…!‌

— Careful! The contractors‍‍ of the Colomo​ bloodline aren’t ordinary​‍‌ opponents!

They‌‍ were beings above​ the normal level.‌ Some rivaled Royal⁠​‌ Knights or Archmages;​⁠​ and those closest⁠ to the Great⁠⁠​ King Colomo even​‌‍ challenged demons themselves.‌⁠

It‍ was history from⁠ a thousand years⁠ ago, but even‌‌ now, they remained‍​ formidable.

And​ that overwhelming pride​ he displayed—even in‍‌‍ front of the⁠⁠‌ natural enemy of‌ the corrupt, the​‍‍ Armian heir—was not⁠⁠⁠ unfounded.

Three‍‌‍ meters. Four. Five.‍‍ The giant grew⁠​‍ like a titan,​ and the corruption‍‌ grew thicker.

“Die.”‌‍​

He⁠ threw a punch.‌ It was so⁠⁠ simple and light​‍‌ it seemed like‌ nothing.

But⁠⁠‍ the impact was‌ anything but light.‌

Boom!‌⁠

The‌⁠⁠ ground cracked open‌‍⁠ into a massive‌ crater. The mansion‍‌⁠ shook with the‍​ shockwave.

The‌‍⁠ Black Turtles screamed​‍‍ as they were‍ flung through the​⁠ air.

And‍​⁠ yet—

Aint​​ still stood.

With⁠‌‌ both hands, he⁠​ held his sword​ against the giant‌ fist, unmoved even⁠ a centimeter.

White‍‌ aura burst from​‍ his blade, opposing‌​ the black tide.⁠​

The‌‌ colossus stepped back.⁠‍‌

“Seems‍ like in your​​ calculation of ‘I‌ alone am enough,’⁠ you didn’t count​‌‍ on me.”

Aint’s‌‍ tone had changed.⁠ His arms were⁠​⁠ shaking.

With⁠​⁠ just one clash,​‌ he understood how‍ hard this would‍‌ be.

But‌⁠ he couldn’t lose.‍ Not to a corrupt. Not to⁠‍‍ the bloodline of⁠ the Great King‍ Colomo.

If‌ he wanted to‌‌ restore the name‌ of Armian, fear‍⁠ was not an⁠ option.

“You⁠​‍ said that if‌⁠ I surrendered and​ handed over the‍‌ prince, you’d tell‌‌ me who you‌ are.”

Let​ me make you​ another offer.

“If​ you kneel and‌⁠ tell me everything,⁠⁠‍ I promise you‍⁠ a quick and​‌​ painless death.”

“You​ damn insect, how‍ dare you…!”

“Tell‍‌‍ me. What are‍‍ you to the​ Great King Colomo?”​‌

“How⁠ dare you soil‍⁠‍ his name with​ that filthy mouth?!”‍⁠​

The‌⁠‍ giant launched another‌⁠​ punch.

The​‌ battle had begun.⁠⁠‌

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