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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 244

Chapter 244

The‍ great city of‌​ Karol, in the​ south of the⁠ Kingdom of Linelt.‌⁠

It‌⁠‍ had grown as‌‌ a trade city,​ being a gateway⁠‌‍ to the Empire.​ Not far from‍⁠⁠ there was a small village called​ Perem.

A place of beautiful⁠ natural landscapes where​⁠ the royal family⁠ owned a villa.​
That was the‍‍‍ meeting place.

“……”‌⁠‌

“……”‍‍⁠

“Hehehe….”⁠‌‌

But⁠ three hours had​ already passed since​‍‌ the agreed time,‌ and the first⁠​‌ prince still hadn’t⁠‍​ appeared. Gerlan Linelt⁠⁠‍ burst out laughing‍⁠‌ like a madman.⁠

“Whoever⁠⁠ it is, if‍ the goal was‍⁠‍ to infuriate me,​‌⁠ they’ve succeeded brilliantly!”⁠

Whether‍ it was truly‌ the first prince​‍‍ or someone impersonating⁠​‍ him, Gerlan felt​‌⁠ the urge to⁠‍ tear them to⁠⁠ pieces the moment​‍ he had them​ in front of​ him.

“Calm​‍⁠ yourself, Your Highness.​‍‍ You must remain​⁠ composed.”

“Yes,​ yes… of course.”​‍‍

Despite‍​ his words, Gerlan‌‍ Linelt was nervous.⁠‍

Though‌​‌ he tried to​⁠ appear calm, the‌‍ escape of the​ first prince wasn’t‌‍⁠ something that could‌‍ be taken lightly.⁠‍

What⁠ if he revealed​⁠‌ what had been‍​⁠ done?

Nine‍‌‌ out of ten​‍ might say it​‌ was the rambling⁠‍ of a madman—but‌ what if there‌ was evidence?

The‍​⁠ problem wasn’t just⁠‍⁠ the first prince,‍ but the mysterious​‌‌ people who had‍ taken him.

Those⁠⁠ who had discovered‍ the location of‍‍ a mansion guarded​ in utmost secrecy.‌​​

Those‌‌​ who had managed‌​ to break through⁠ the defenses so‌⁠⁠ carefully prepared to‌⁠ imprison him.

Just‍ thinking about what⁠​⁠ their next move​ might be made​‍​ his head spin.‍​⁠

“Count⁠‌ Pirandello, why in⁠⁠ the hell am​‌ I only now⁠⁠ learning that my⁠ brother has escaped?”​‍​

“I’m⁠‌ sorry, Your Highness.‌​ The guards assigned‍‌​ to the mansion​‌​ and to the⁠ first prince were‍ annihilated, which is‌ why we found⁠ out too late.”‍‍

“If‌‌‌ we had just⁠‍ known a little‌‍‍ sooner…!”

Even‌ though it wouldn’t‍‌ have changed anything—since​⁠​ he had already‍ been kidnapped—the human‍‍‍ heart couldn’t help‍⁠ but think that​‌ way.

“Wouldn’t⁠‌‌ it be better‌ to return for​‍​ now?”

“…Find⁠ the Mercenary King.⁠​ And also the‌⁠ worm who left⁠ that letter on‍ my desk. I swear I’ll tear​‍⁠ them apart with‌ my own hands.”‍​‍

“Yes,‍ Your Highness.”

In‍‍‍ the end, having​ gained nothing, they​⁠ had no choice‍ but to return⁠⁠ to the royal‌⁠ palace.

And‌ what awaited the‌ second prince Gerlan,‌ frustrated after the​ fruitless search, was:⁠​

[How⁠‍ have you been,‌ little brother?]

[I​​ didn’t think you’d‍‍‍ come after ignoring​​​ my letters for⁠ so long. I couldn’t go, I’m‍‌ sorry. But this‌⁠ time it’s for​​ real. I’ll give‍⁠‍ you the exact‌‍ time and place….]​⁠‍

“Damn‌‌‌ son of a bitch!”

It‍ was another letter,​⁠​ blatantly placed on⁠ his desk.

***⁠⁠

A few days earlier.‍⁠

“So‍‌ he really fell⁠ for it.”

At⁠⁠ night, Fernan and‌‌​ Hyde watched from‍ the mountainside overlooking‍‌ the kingdom as‌⁠⁠ the second prince​‌⁠ secretly left the⁠ capital.

“I‍‌​ told you. The‌‍⁠ suggestion and hypnosis‍ from those types‌⁠‌ are never perfect.”‍

Otherwise,‍⁠​ the entire continent‌​‌ would’ve fallen to⁠‍ the demons a thousand years ago.‍​‌ Fernan knew that‌‍‍ well—he’d experienced it​‌ more than once.​

Though​ it wasn’t just‌‌ a guess.

“Even⁠​‌ after having his‌‌⁠ storerooms looted, Patrick⁠ Pirandello didn’t flee.”⁠​⁠

He⁠ was trying to‌​‍ find the culprit⁠⁠⁠ by all means,⁠ but nothing more.​‌

Not​​​ a single extra‌⁠⁠ move.

“If‌ it were me,‍‌​ I’d have run‌ right away.”

The‌⁠ six storerooms he‍‍ had secretly designed‌​ had been emptied.​​‍

And‍‌⁠ he didn’t even​ know how.

He‍‌ didn’t know how‍‌ they had found⁠‍ out that his‍‍ treasures were stored‍‍ there.

If​‍ someone could watch‌ you like they‍​ held you in‌‍ the palm of‍‍ their hand, and⁠ you still stayed‌ still, there were​⁠ only two options.‌​

You‍​‌ were a fool—or‌ you had nothing‍ left to lose.⁠⁠​

And⁠ Fernan didn’t believe​​​ that Patrick Pirandello,‌‍ who had spent⁠ years planning Linelt’s​ downfall, was a fool.

So‌⁠‍ it had to⁠ be the second‌‌ option.

By‍ the light of‌‌⁠ the moon, Fernan‍⁠ opened the newspaper⁠ from the previous‌ day.

【The‍‍​ regent’s speech for‌​ the good of‌ the realm!】

【Some​‌⁠ oppose the special‍​ tax. Is personal‍ benefit really more‍ important than the‌ kingdom’s crisis?】

“So⁠‌ he plans to⁠⁠⁠ cover the lost​ magic stones and‍‍ elixirs with those⁠⁠ taxes.”

He‍ intended to destroy⁠ the Kingdom of​‌‌ Linelt using the‍​ money of its​ own people.

“He⁠ would’ve made a great merchant.”

After‌‌ all, business isn’t⁠ done with your‍ own money, but​⁠⁠ with others’.

“Are⁠ you praising a corrupt?”

“What’s‌ good is good.”⁠

If​ he weren’t a corrupt, he’d be‍‍‌ a top recruit‍ for any merchant‍​​ guild.

“Well,​​‍ Hyde, we have⁠‌‌ two options.”

Fernan‍​⁠ raised two fingers.​‌

“Take​ out the corrupt​‍ before they summon​​‌ the demon, or​​ take them out‌‌‍ afterward—along with the⁠‍ demon.”

And​‍ Fernan’s choice was​‌​ obvious.

“Let’s​ kill the demon.”​‍

The‍⁠⁠ second option.

Will⁠​⁠ there be civilian‍⁠‌ casualties? Of course.​⁠ Even if they‍ prepared, if the​ summoning took place‌⁠​ in the capital,​ it would be‍⁠⁠ inevitable.

But‍‌‍ it was still‌ the best option.‌​⁠

Patrick⁠​‍ Pirandello wasn’t just​​ any corrupt.

He⁠ was a strategist‌‍‌ who had planned​ Linelt’s downfall for​⁠‌ years, and also‌⁠‍ a contractor suspected‌​ to descend from⁠ the Colomo family.​⁠

“If‌‍ it weren’t for‍‌‌ the prophecy book,‌ no one would’ve⁠‍⁠ known until it⁠‌ was too late.‌⁠ But our task‍ isn’t just to‌ defeat the corrupt.”‌

They‌⁠ had to return‍‍‍ the first prince‌‍ to his rightful‍​‌ position.

And‍‌​ that wouldn’t be⁠⁠ easy.

“To​⁠​ restore the first‍​⁠ prince’s ruined reputation,‍​ we need an⁠ even bigger impact.‌ Something stronger than⁠ just saying ‘he‍⁠​ was a victim​​ of the corrupt!’”​

Seeing⁠‌ a summoned demon⁠⁠‌ with their own​ eyes would be‌⁠ much more convincing.​‌

“If⁠​‌ it was a demon that appeared,‍​ then the first‍‌ prince couldn’t have‌ done anything but‌​‍ fall—people will think⁠⁠‌ that.”

And‌‍ not just that.⁠ Once the demon​⁠ appeared, Aint would⁠⁠ have to act.‍‍

Even‍‍ with the Mercenary‍‌ King and the​​‌ chancellor, the difference‍‍ with or without⁠ Aint was immense.​

And⁠ that would be‍​ the moment for‌⁠ Aint to shine⁠​‍ again.

They⁠ couldn’t waste it.‍⁠

“The‌‍‍ damage to the‌‌ capital will be⁠ massive.”

“The⁠​ more destroyed it‍​⁠ is, the better.”‍⁠

Because‍‍ when it came‌‌​ time to rebuild—who‍‍‍ would the people​‍ turn to, if​‌​ Fernan was among⁠ those who saved⁠ them?

“And‍⁠⁠ the citizens of​⁠‍ the capital will‍​ be cared for‌‍⁠ by those they​​‌ already trust and⁠ follow.”

Fernan⁠‍​ wasn’t a saint.‍ To him, a handful of gold‍​‌ was worth more‌ than the lives‌ of strangers in​‌ distant lands.

But⁠‍⁠ he wasn’t a villain who would‌ send people to‍​‌ die knowing from⁠ the start there‍⁠ was no salvation.⁠⁠

His‌‌‌ gaze turned toward‌⁠ the capital’s center,‍ toward the royal​‍​ palace.

“The⁠‌‍ rest is up‍ to the princess.​‍ If the king‌ awakens and the⁠‍​ demons appear, he’ll⁠‍ know how to‍ act.”

A king who regained‍ consciousness would be⁠ the pillar of‌‍ his people.

“Can⁠​ he really wake‌​‍ up?”

“In​ theory, yes. The‍⁠‌ holy water is‍‍⁠ very powerful.”

“I‌‍‍ know, but what‍‍‍ if it’s not‌‌⁠ enough?”

“That’s​‌ why I’m not‍ going to see​​‍ those guys right‍‌‍ now.”

“You⁠⁠‌ don’t mean…?”

Exactly.‍⁠​

The​​ days the second​⁠ prince and Patrick⁠‌⁠ Pirandello would waste⁠‍ going to those​‍ meetings. The days‌ they’d lose trying‍ again.

That​⁠ gave them more‍‌‌ than a week’s‍‍ worth of leeway.⁠‌

Enough‌‍​ time for Fernan‌​ to have the‍‌⁠ princess visit the​‍‍ king every day‍‍ starting today.

“If​ it doesn’t work,‍ repeat it until‌‌ it does.”

And​ if even then‌‌⁠ there was no‍ effect—

“Then‍‌‌ the summoning of‍​‍ the demon will‌​ be the only⁠ way for the‌ first prince to‍‍ reclaim the Kingdom​⁠ of Linelt.”

Without‌‍​ a strong king‍⁠ to serve as⁠‍‍ a pillar, the‍‌⁠ appearance of a demon would become‌⁠ the necessary trigger.⁠‌‍

In⁠⁠​ the end, the​​ best thing for‌‌ the people of​​ Linelt was only​​ one thing.

That⁠‍ the king awaken.​‌⁠

And⁠‍ that the king​​ know how to‌‍​ lead and react.⁠

“Let’s‍‌ hope that’s the‍ case.”

After‍⁠ all, even Fernan⁠‌‌ didn’t want so⁠ many people to​‍⁠ die.

***‌

“Brother…!”⁠​‍

“Yuli!”​

The‍​⁠ siblings were reunited.⁠ With tears in​ their eyes, they⁠ hugged tightly.

“I’m‌‍ sorry, it’s my​‌ fault for being​‍‌ so useless…”

“No,⁠ I know. I know it wasn’t⁠​ your fault.”

“And‌ His Majesty?”

“He‌‌ remains bedridden in⁠⁠​ illness.”

The​‍ reunion was brief.‍​ They both knew‌ it wasn’t the‌⁠ time for sentimentality.⁠

“I​ should have been‍⁠‌ by your side…”‌​

“How‌‌‍ could it be‌‌ your fault? It‌‍⁠ was all Gerlan’s​‌ doing, allying with‌‍ the corrupt and‍⁠⁠ starting all this.”⁠‍‌

Although‌​ Gerlan was also​⁠‌ her brother, there‍ was not a trace of fraternal​‍ affection in Yuli’s⁠⁠‍ eyes.

Of⁠⁠‍ course, after such​​⁠ treatment, it was‍​ understandable.

‘Half-siblings…’‍

Seeing​ them, Fernan recalled​ what he had‌ heard about the‍‌ past of Linelt’s​⁠‍ royal family, informed‌‍ by the Black‍⁠⁠ Turtles.

The‍ current king of‍⁠ Linelt had two⁠ legitimate wives—the first‍‍ prince and first‍‍ princess were children​ of the first‍​ queen, while the​⁠ second prince was‍ the child of⁠‍ the second queen.‌

That’s‌ where the destinies⁠ of the three⁠ split.

A second son more⁠‌‍ capable than the‌ firstborn. But a king who favored‌ the eldest son.​‍​

And⁠ two queens engaged​ in political struggles​⁠ to place their⁠​ own sons on⁠ the throne.

The‍‍⁠ relationships among the⁠​⁠ siblings became worse⁠‌‍ than between strangers,​ and the climax‍‍⁠ came when the‍⁠‍ first queen died‍⁠‍ in a horse-riding‌​ accident.

With​​‍ her gone, the​‍​ second queen took​ over the palace‌ as if it‍‍ were hers, until⁠​ the king, unable​ to endure her​​ abuse any longer,‌‍⁠ deposed her.

Since⁠ then, the second​ prince harbored a fierce hatred toward​ the king who‌ had expelled his⁠​​ mother, and toward‍‍ his older brother,​‍ who, despite being​⁠​ less capable, still‌⁠ held the position‍ of heir.

Thus​‍ was born a monster willing to‍​‌ eliminate siblings and⁠⁠ father alike to⁠ become king.

The⁠ worst outcome for⁠⁠ the Kingdom of‌ Linelt, but the‌ best for the⁠‌‍ demons.

“Let’s‌‌ leave the reunion‍ here. Every minute,​‌‍ every second, is⁠ crucial now.”

“Understood.”⁠‍

The‌ first prince and⁠ Princess Yuli nodded.⁠‍⁠

“Your‍ Highness, has His‌⁠‍ Majesty shown any​‍ improvement?”

“…He​​ suffered quite a bit, but he’s‌ regained some color‌ in his face.⁠​⁠ Though he still⁠ hasn’t awakened.”

“That’s​‍ already something to‍ hope for. From⁠‌ now on, visit⁠‍ him every chance‌​‍ you get.”

“You’re​⁠ saying I should​‌ repeat that torture⁠‌‌ every day?”

“It’s‌⁠⁠ a treatment.”

“Alright.”‍

Fernan​ turned his gaze.‍‌

“For‍ now, Your Highness,‌ you must gather‍⁠‌ supporters. Do you⁠⁠⁠ think you can​⁠ regroup those who​​ supported you before?”⁠​⁠

“I’m‌ not sure. It’s​ been years since​ I lived in‌‍​ disgrace, secluded in‍‌‍ that mountain.”

“It’s‌ not impossible.”

Before‍ losing his sanity,⁠​‍ the first prince​⁠‍ had many supporters.⁠

Perhaps‌ with less ability⁠​ than the second‍ prince, but he‌‍ was well-liked, kind,‍‌ and above all,​​‍ the firstborn.

“Most‍‍⁠ who supported him​⁠ were demoted or‌‍ displaced. All Gerlan’s⁠‌⁠ doing.”

“That​⁠ was Gerlan’s doing?”⁠

“Yes.”​

Fernan⁠ dropped a thick​​ stack of documents.‍​⁠

“These​‍ are the names‍ of those who⁠​​ supported you before.‌ Go through them⁠ and choose those⁠⁠​ you still trust.”‌⁠‍

“…When​​ did you do‍‍ all this?”

“Allying​ with Pellenberg means​ walking the golden⁠‍⁠ path, Your Highness.”​

Of‌⁠ course, that “golden”⁠‌​ had to be​ paid for with‍ his own money,​​ but in this⁠‌‍ case Fernan had‌‍ already received an‌‍ advance.

“Once​‌‌ you choose, I’ll⁠‍​ prepare secret positions‍​‌ for them without‌‌ the second prince​‍ noticing. The rest‌​⁠ is up to‍ your ability.”

“I’ll​‌ do my best.​⁠​ I can’t allow⁠‍‌ the kingdom to‌​ fall into the‌‍‌ hands of the‌​ corrupt. And to⁠​​ be honest, I want the throne⁠​‍ as well.”

That​ acknowledgment of ambition‌​‌ and desire for‍ power made him‌​ even more trustworthy.‍⁠​

In‌‍‌ the merchant world,‍​ they say, “Beware‍ of anyone who‍‍ claims they don’t‍‌‍ need money—they’re the‌‍‍ greediest of all.”‍​⁠

No‌ one is free⁠ from ambition. Those​​‍ who hide and⁠ deny it are‌⁠⁠ often the most⁠⁠ dangerous.

That’s‍‍​ why Fernan preferred‍‌ those who openly‌ showed their greed.‌‍

“Then​ I entrust this​⁠ to you. The⁠‌ future of the⁠‌ kingdom depends on‌​ you both, Your‌​ Highnesses.”

Fernan⁠ bowed his head⁠‌‌ respectfully.

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