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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 242

Chapter 242

“…….”​‍

“It’s‌⁠⁠ already too late.”‌​

They‌ had arrived late.‍‌‌

The​ place, which should​‌‍ have been covered‌‍⁠ with trees, was⁠​​ now a bare‌‍​ hill—clean, as if‍‌‍ the mountain forest‌ had been torn‍‍‍ out by the‌‌ roots.

That⁠​ was where the⁠ royal family’s secret​‍‍ villa should have‍⁠ stood, surrounded by‌‍‍ thick trees and‌‍ shrubs.

But​​‌ nothing remained. Just‍‍​ a naked clearing,‌‍‌ isolated among still-lush⁠‍‌ mountains.

If⁠‍​ it hadn’t been​‍‍ for Wooden confirming‍ the villa’s existence,​ they would’ve thought⁠‍ they were in​ the wrong place.​

“Is⁠‌ it even possible​‍ that, in such‍ a short time,‍‍​ they killed Sir⁠ Garrett and erased‌ the villa and‌⁠⁠ all traces of⁠‌ magic?”

The⁠‍⁠ truth was, they⁠⁠‍ had lost some​​⁠ time after rescuing‌‍​ the First Prince.‍‌ They had relied‍ on the Mercenary⁠ King.

No​‍ matter who the⁠ opponent was, if‌‍‌ it was Garrett‌‍ Schreiner, he would⁠‍ endure.

But‌‌ that trust had‍‍‍ been misplaced.

Count‌⁠ Pirandello not only​ handled the situation‍​ but also cleaned​‍ up the remains⁠⁠‌ flawlessly.

“In​ theory, it’s not⁠ impossible. Someone like​​⁠ King Colomo could​ do it.”

But‍ their opponent wasn’t‍​‌ on King Colomo’s‌⁠ level.

“There‌ are traces here!”‍

“They‌ lead this way.”‌

Luina⁠‌​ and Aint spoke‌ at the same⁠‍​ time. They were‍ Garrett’s tracks—remnants left‍​‍ behind in haste.​‍

It‍ was clear they‍ had scattered, fleeing⁠‍ in different directions.​​⁠

“Whatever⁠​ happened, the first​ priority is to⁠⁠ find Sir Garrett.”‍

“I‌‌‌ agree.”

“Do‍‍‍ you sense anyone‍ nearby?”

Maybe‍‌​ the corrupt were⁠ hiding, watching them.‍‌‍

“No,‌ there’s no one⁠⁠ around.”

“Understood.”‍

They⁠‌​ followed the tracks.⁠ They found signs​‍ of battle, but⁠ no corpses—the enemies‍‍ had taken everything.‍

No​‍ matter how much‌ they searched, they‍‍⁠ couldn’t find the​⁠ Mercenary King or‌ the Second Prince.​‌⁠

News⁠​⁠ of their whereabouts‌ came from an‍ unexpected source.

“Sir,‌​⁠ Garrett Schreiner has​ arrived at the‌⁠ refuge—covered in wounds.”​

“…At‌ the refuge?”

A Black Turtle member‍⁠⁠ acting as a messenger informed Fernan.⁠ Apparently, they had‌ crossed paths along‌‌ the way.

Hearing​ that Garrett was‍‍​ alive and hadn’t​ fallen into the‍‌‍ hands of the‌‍‌ corrupt, Fernan sighed‌⁠​ in relief.

“Then,⁠​‌ shall we return‌‌ for now?”

“Yes,⁠⁠​ that would be‌ best.”

When‍⁠ they returned, they‍ found the Mercenary‌⁠​ King bandaged head‍​​ to toe, along‌‌⁠ with what remained⁠ of the Red‌‌ Wolves—fewer than before.⁠⁠‍

“Sir‍‌ Garrett!”

“I‍ was wondering why‌ you took so‍⁠ long. I suppose‌‌‌ we passed each‍​ other on the​​‍ road.”

Despite‌⁠ his severe injuries,‌⁠ Garrett was drinking‌‍ liquor as if⁠⁠ nothing had happened,‌‌‌ with a bitter‌‌⁠ smile.

“What‍⁠‍ happened?”

“Patrick‍ Pirandello. Just like⁠ you said, he‍​‌ was corrupt.”

He​‍ bit into a piece of grilled‌⁠⁠ meat.

“Not​​‌ just corrupt—one of‌ those contractors. The‍‌ Second Prince had⁠ gone there because…”⁠

“I⁠⁠ can imagine why.”​⁠

“Then⁠⁠​ the rest is‍ simple. That man‍ was strong. So‌​ strong that even⁠ I couldn’t beat​⁠​ him.”

He⁠‍ paused, then spoke​‌ frankly.

“It‍‍ pains me to‍ admit, but he​ was stronger than​​ I am.”

“……!”​⁠

“……!”‍‍‍

Everyone‍ was shocked. They‌‌​ had already suspected‌ the enemy wasn’t​​‍ ordinary, since Garrett​ had fled. But⁠ hearing it from‍‌⁠ his own mouth‌ was different.

“Of‍‍ course, the gap‍‌⁠ was small. Very​‌‌ small.”

Not‌‍⁠ all Royal Knights​​​ were equal—there were‌​ ranks among them.‌⁠

Garrett⁠⁠ explained that his⁠ opponent was among‍⁠ the most powerful.⁠‌

“And⁠ he wasn’t alone.​⁠‍ Suddenly, monsters appeared​⁠ everywhere.”

In‍​ that situation, the‌ prince or politics⁠ didn’t matter: to‌‌ avoid death and⁠ prevent further loss‍‌‌ of mercenaries, the‍‌ only option was‌‍ to flee.

“And⁠​​ here I am.‍‌​ At first, they​⁠ followed me, but​ once I gained‌‍ some distance, I stopped seeing them.​ That’s when I calmly erased my⁠‌ tracks and made​ it here.”

That⁠‍‍ meant the Second‌‍‍ Prince was likely​‍​ now in Patrick​ Pirandello’s hands.

“From‌​ what I understood,‍‌‌ the Second Prince‌​ made the first‍ wrong move. He‌ used me, manipulated​​ me, and in‍​ the end, betrayed⁠⁠ me.”

“So,‌ in conclusion, not​ even the Second‍ Prince knew Pirandello’s‍​ true nature.”

“They​‍‌ were cut from‌⁠ the same cloth.⁠​‌ The Second Prince‌‌⁠ turned out to⁠⁠ be even more‍ trash than I thought.”

“From​ the moment he‍‍ allied with corrupts,​‍‍ calling him trash‍‌​ is being kind.”‍​⁠

Yes.‍​ And feeling betrayed,​‍ Pirandello had chosen​⁠​ to act openly.⁠

Fernan​ had calculated that‌ the worst case‍​ would be a threat or an⁠ attempt at negotiation.‌​‍

After‌​⁠ all, no matter​​⁠ how betrayed he​‌ felt, the Second⁠⁠‌ Prince was still‌ royalty and the‌‍‍ strongest heir to‌⁠ the throne.

But⁠​ deep down, Fernan⁠ had known there‍‍⁠ was a possibility—however‌ slim—that Pirandello would‌⁠ go to the⁠​ extreme.

Because⁠ corrupts couldn’t be​​ measured by human‌‍‌ standards.

“In‌⁠ the end, it⁠​ looks like your‌‌‍ foresight was right,‌​ sir. Everything is​‍ moving toward the​ worst-case scenario.”

That’s‌‌​ why Fernan had‌‌​ used Wooden to⁠‍ collect magic stones​‌ and elixirs beforehand.⁠

Why?​⁠

Because​​‍ if they acted​ without restraint, it​⁠⁠ meant they had‌ nothing left to‍ lose.

And‍‌‌ the true goal⁠⁠ of the corrupt‍​⁠ in Linelt had‍‌‌ always been to‌‍‍ summon demons.

If‌‌ things went completely‌⁠⁠ awry, they wouldn’t⁠​‌ hesitate to sacrifice‍‍ themselves and summon‍‍⁠ them as a last resort.

“But⁠‌​ now that possibility⁠‍ has been blocked,‍‌‌ so…”

At‌⁠​ that moment, another‍​⁠ Black Turtle member‍‌ entered.

“Sir,‌​⁠ urgent news.”

“Urgent?”​‌

“Yes.‌⁠ It’s a freshly‍​​ printed newspaper.”

Fernan​⁠ unfolded the paper.⁠‍

“What​‌⁠ happened?”

“Don’t⁠​​ tell me the​ villa incident already​ made it to‍ the press.”

“Do​ they mention the‍‌‌ corrupt?”

“They⁠‌ can’t possibly be​ manipulating the press‍⁠ too…”

Everyone‌​​ gathered around and‌ read the headlines:⁠​

【Regent⁠​ Attacked by Mercenary⁠ King! Gravely Wounded,⁠ Brought Down.】

【While‌⁠​ Resting at the‍‌ Villa, the Regent⁠​‌ Was Ambushed by‌⁠⁠ the Mercenary King.‌‌‍ Fortunately, He Survived…】‍‌

【Garrett⁠ Schreiner, Traitor to⁠ the Kingdom, Wanted!⁠ Huge Reward for⁠ His Head!】

【Why⁠⁠‍ Did the Mercenary​​ King Attack the​​​ Regent?】

“…What​‍⁠ the hell is‌ this?”

Gismond’s‍‍ prediction had been‌⁠⁠ right.

The​‌ enemy’s response was‍​ even more polished‍⁠​ than Fernan had‍ imagined.

***⁠

The⁠ situation progressed rapidly.‌

News​⁠‍ of the Mercenary​⁠‌ King’s attack on‍ the Second Prince​ spread throughout the⁠⁠‌ Kingdom of Linelt,​ and wanted posters‌⁠ appeared in every‌‌ city and village.‍

The​‌ final blow came‍​‍ two days later.‌‍‌

— “I received reports⁠ that monster numbers⁠ had recently increased‍ in the Herobin‌‌‍ mountain range. So​‍‍ I hired the‍​⁠ Mercenary King to‍ exterminate them—and he‌ accepted! I promised​​​ a fair reward.”​‌

The⁠​ Second Prince, wrapped​‌ in bandages, appeared‍​⁠ before the people.‍

— “But when I tried to fulfill⁠​⁠ the contract, he‍ threatened me, saying​ it wasn’t enough.‌⁠ When I refused,⁠⁠‍ he tried to​ take me hostage.”‍‍​

He​​⁠ raised his voice‍ until his neck⁠‌⁠ flushed red.

— “A battle broke‌⁠​ out. Loyal knights​⁠‌ and soldiers of‌‌​ the kingdom gave‍⁠⁠ their lives. But‌‌‌ thanks to their‌‌ sacrifice, I escaped‍ the Mercenary King’s‌‌‌ clutches!”

A perfectly timed tear‍ slid down his​ cheek, stirring the⁠⁠ people’s hearts.

— “Some ask, ‘What​ did you do​⁠ to make the‌‍ Mercenary King attack‌​ you?’”

— “I can say⁠ with my head‌‌‌ held high—I did‌ nothing! That mercenary,‌ blinded by money,​‍‍ tried to extort​​​ me and the​ Kingdom of Linelt!”‍

— “The Mercenary King​ is an enemy⁠⁠⁠ of the kingdom!⁠‌ He’s not a hero, but a disguised killer, responsible‌‌ for the death‌⁠​ of our people!”​​

— “I implore the⁠​​ Empire to strip‍ that infamous mercenary‌ of his Royal‌ Knight title!”

The‍ speech was broadcast‍ in every corner‌ of the kingdom,​⁠ and public opinion​​​ turned completely against‌⁠‌ the Mercenary King‌​‍ and the Red‍ Wolves.

“He’s‌‍​ a clever guy.”​

They‌​ had erased all‌ mention of the‌ corrupt, manipulating the‌‌‌ facts so that​⁠​ the Second Prince‌ could appear as‌‍ a victim.

The⁠ injuries were real,​‌ and the stage⁠‌ was manipulated at‌‌ a kingdom-wide scale.​ It was impossible⁠ for the public⁠⁠​ not to believe⁠​⁠ it.

“Looks‌⁠ like they even​ used hypnosis.”

“Is⁠⁠⁠ this really the‌‌‍ time to admire​‍ them?”

The‍‌ Mercenary King frowned‌ as he spread‌​‌ butter on a baguette.

“My⁠ reputation sinks deeper⁠​⁠ every day. I bet the mercenary​ guild’s in chaos‍‌⁠ already.”

“It‍ is. They say‍​⁠ an official investigation⁠ will be launched‌​‌ to clarify the‌ events.”

Attacking​ the regent of​​ a foreign kingdom‌⁠ out of greed​ was a stain‌ even the Mercenary‌​ King couldn’t shake.⁠​‍

Still,‍ he was the​‌ Mercenary King, and​ the guild couldn’t⁠⁠ discard him that‍‍ easily.

For⁠​‌ now, they could​ only buy time​‍ and look for‌⁠ a way out.‍

“So‍ what will you⁠ do?”

“There’s‍ nothing I can⁠⁠ do right now.”​​⁠

“…Is​⁠ that all you’ve⁠ got to say?”​​‍

“But⁠‌ soon, there will​‌ be. Be patient.”‌

“They‍ say spilled water⁠‌ can’t be gathered‍‍ again.”

“That’s‍​ nonsense. With magic,‍ of course you​⁠⁠ can.”

“Exactly.⁠‍ That’s what I meant.”

Fernan‍‍⁠ smiled calmly.

“They⁠​⁠ say turning a lie into truth⁠ takes a hundred​‌‍ times the effort.”‍⁠​

“Then‌‍‌ we’re in trouble.”‌‌

“But​ I have something‍ more valuable than⁠‍⁠ a hundred times⁠‍‍ the effort—money.”

So⁠​⁠ be patient.

“It​⁠ won’t take long.⁠⁠ In a few⁠‍ months, Lord Garrett’s‍‍⁠ reputation will be‍ as clean as⁠‌​ before—maybe even better.”‍⁠

“…I’ll‍‍⁠ trust you.”

The⁠​‍ Mercenary King nodded⁠ reluctantly, though Fernan’s​‍‍ firm words reassured​ him.

“And​ I dare say‌‌ Patrick Pirandello will⁠ end up looking‍​ far worse than⁠‍‌ you.”

“Why’s‌⁠ that?”

“It’s‌‍ a secret. Just​‌ let me handle‌⁠​ it.”

He​ had no intention​​‌ of sharing his‌ goldmine with anyone.⁠‌

Fernan‍ took a sip​ of his coffee.⁠

***⁠‍

After‌​⁠ calming the Mercenary‍​ King, Fernan went‍ to see the​​⁠ First Prince.

Since‌‍ the Second Prince⁠⁠ had manipulated public​ opinion with speeches,‌​ they too had‌ to respond with⁠‌ politics.

Fortunately,‍⁠ they had stronger​⁠​ cards Princess Yuli​​‌ and Prince Antenor​ Linelt.

Though‌​ he bore the‍​ infamy of having​ massacred nobles in‌‍‍ a fit of⁠ madness, if it​​​ was revealed that⁠​​ it was all⁠​ because of the⁠⁠​ corrupt, his image⁠ could be rehabilitated.‌‌

In⁠‌ the end, big​‍‌ scandals bury smaller‍ ones.

Compared⁠​‌ to a plan‌ to summon demons‍​ and destroy the​ kingdom, what Prince⁠‍ Antenor did seemed⁠⁠‍ almost trivial.

After⁠ all, he had​‌ truly been a victim of theirs.⁠

“It’s⁠‍​ an honor to⁠ formally introduce myself,​ Your Highness. I am Fernan Pellenberg.”‌​‌

Until​⁠​ now, he had⁠ only seen him⁠ in a weakened​ state—during the rescue‌ or while submerged⁠​‍ in holy water.‌​⁠ Now, at last,‍ they met face⁠‍‍ to face, in‌ proper condition.

To​ describe Prince Antenor​ in a few​‌ words: “the male⁠‌ version of Yuli.”‌

A little taller, more‌‌ muscular, sharper features,‍​ but the same‌⁠‌ hair and eye‍ color, the same⁠​‌ aura.

“…Pleased‍⁠ to meet you.‌‌ I am Antenor​‌‌ Linelt. I’ve heard‍‌⁠ what happened. I owe you a great debt.”

“I⁠⁠⁠ only did what‌ I had to.‌⁠ I couldn’t allow⁠​‍ the kingdom to⁠‌ fall to the‌‍​ corrupt.”

“But…‌ is it true?‌⁠ That demons have‍​⁠ already descended multiple​ times, and that⁠⁠⁠ they will descend‍‌‍ in Linelt too?”​

“Yes.”⁠

“Really?”‌⁠​

The⁠‍ prince asked several⁠ times, unable to⁠‍ believe it—and understandably‌​‌ so. He had‍‌‍ been isolated from‌ the world for⁠ years.

“Unfortunately,‍ it’s the truth.​ But don’t worry.​‍⁠ Aint will destroy‍ all their conspiracies.‌‌ That’s why he‍ came.”

“…So⁠‌‍ Aint Armian. If⁠​ demons are real,⁠ then the legend⁠‌ of the Armians​‍ is real too!”‌​

In‌‍‍ the prince’s desperate‌‍ face, a spark⁠⁠ of hope lit‍‌⁠ up.

“That’s‌​ exactly why we​ want you to‍‌​ reclaim your rightful‌⁠ place.”

“I‍ want that too,‌‍ but…”

“It’s​⁠​ possible. You were‍⁠‌ only a victim‌‌​ of the corrupt.”⁠‌​

“…And‌ can you prove​​ that?”

“It‌⁠‍ won’t be easy.”‌‌‌

They⁠ had no solid‌ evidence. Patrick Pirandello‍‌⁠ was meticulous and​‍ erased every trace.⁠‍

They⁠‍‍ had even tried‍ recording the rescue⁠​‍ operation, but the‍⁠ villa’s magic circle‌‍ destroyed all the⁠⁠⁠ footage.

“That’s​ why we need⁠​ your help.”

“What‌​​ do I need​‌⁠ to do? Anything.”​⁠

“Write​‌ a letter to​⁠⁠ the Second Prince.”‍

“To‌ Gerlan?”

“Yes.​‍​ I’ve seen many⁠ cases of mind‌⁠​ control and hypnosis—and​​​ they’re never perfect.‌ They can alter​‍‍ memories or loyalty,‍⁠ but not the‌ entire personality or‍​⁠ all memories.”

“If​‍ he gets a letter from you,⁠‍ he’ll react.”

Because‌​⁠ the First Prince​‍ was the Second’s⁠‌ most sensitive thorn.‍‍​

“What‍⁠‍ if even that‌‍ was erased from‍ his memory?”

“Mind⁠ control isn’t infinite.‍⁠ If he forgets,‍‍‌ we’ll just keep​ sending letters until‍ he can’t forget.”⁠⁠

“…And​‌‍ when he receives​‍ it, what will⁠⁠ happen?”

“Next,⁠​ the princess will‌‌‍ act.”

“…Yuli?”‌

“Yes.”‍

Fernan‍⁠​ nodded.

“The‍‍ princess will awaken⁠‍​ the king.”

Or⁠​ at least, that⁠⁠‍ was the plan.‍​⁠

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