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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 245

Chapter 245

Even‌⁠ though he had​ already been deceived,‍‍‍ the second prince​ went out once⁠‌ more.

He​ couldn’t sleep peacefully‍‍ without fully resolving​ the unease caused​‍⁠ by the first⁠ prince.

But​‍‌ after failing twice,​‍ the second prince‌ changed his method.​

【The​⁠‌ Mercenary King, who‌⁠‌ attempted to assassinate‌​‌ the regent, kidnaps‌​​ the first prince⁠ who was in​‌ confinement!】

【A⁠‍ traitor worthy of‌ divine condemnation! How‌ far will the‍ Mercenary King’s atrocities‍ go…!】

It‍⁠ was all the‍ Mercenary King’s fault.‍

All‍‌ the anger, all‍‍⁠ the consequences, were​‍ his burden to⁠⁠⁠ bear.

“That‍ damn Mercenary King!”⁠

“Not⁠ even eating him‍⁠⁠ alive would be‍‌ enough! Was it⁠ not enough with⁠‍‌ the regent, and‍⁠⁠ now the first‍ prince too?”

“What​⁠ if he kidnaps‌‍ the princess next?”‌​⁠

“What​​ the hell are​ the royal guards⁠‌‍ doing?”

No‌ matter how crazy​ the first prince​‍ had been, no‌⁠ matter how many‍⁠‍ he had killed​​‍ during his madness,‌ he was still‍‍ the kingdom’s rightful‌⁠‌ heir.

That⁠ they insulted or‌ looked down on‌⁠ him was fine—but‌‍‌ for an outsider‍ to attack and​​‌ kidnap him was‍‌⁠ something they could​​ not tolerate.

The‍​ people were furious,⁠⁠‌ and upon hearing‌ that the special⁠‌ taxes would be⁠​ used to capture​ the Mercenary King,‌‍​ they began paying​ them fervently.

“…Fernan.”‍‌

“Yes.”​⁠​

“Now​⁠ I’m a failure‌ who tried to​‌ extort the second‌‌‍ prince, and also‍ a bastard who‍ kidnapped the first‌‌ prince.”

“These​ are things people⁠‌ will only say​ while this lasts.”​‍​

“They⁠​⁠ say the Mercenary‌ Guild is already‌ in chaos.”

Although⁠ the Mercenary King​ was the guild’s‌ grandmaster, it didn’t‍‌ mean he had‍⁠ absolute power.

The⁠⁠​ guild had formed⁠ an official investigation‌⁠ committee, and even​ though there was​‍⁠ no verdict yet,​​ rumors were already‍ spreading calling for​​⁠ his removal for‍⁠ crossing the line.‍

“As‍ long as this‌ isn’t over, there⁠‌‌ won’t be a dismissal.”

“And‌⁠ after it’s over?”​

“Then⁠ no one will‍‌⁠ dare even suggest‍​​ he should be‌‌ dismissed.”

“Are‍‍ you sure?”

“Maybe‌ as the Mercenary⁠​ Guild’s grandmaster, these⁠ words might bother⁠‍‍ you, but…”

“I‌⁠⁠ get what you’re‌⁠​ saying.”

Garrett​ let out a snort.

“Why​ would it bother​​⁠ me? It’s only​ natural for a mercenary to follow⁠⁠ the money. And⁠ I’ve known for‌​ a while now​‌ that the hands​ of the powerful‌⁠ already reach inside‍ the guild.”

Even‌​​ so, Garrett had‌⁠ turned a blind‍‌ eye. For him,⁠‌​ it was normal⁠⁠⁠ for mercenaries to​ seek better rewards.​​​

As‌‍ long as it⁠‌​ didn’t damage the‌​​ guild’s overall reputation,​ he let it‌ slide.

“Now​ that I see‍ him shine in‍ this situation, I think I did⁠‍⁠ the right thing.”‌

“I’ll​⁠‌ make sure that‍⁠ thought stays firm.”⁠⁠​

“You’d‍⁠ better.”

**​​

Yuli‌ flipped through the‌‍‌ pages of a book.

Reading‍​ popular market novels⁠⁠‍ was her only‌ hobby.

When⁠‍​ her father fell‍‌ ill, when her‌‍ older brother went​⁠ mad with insanity,⁠ and when the⁠‍ second prince began⁠​‌ treating her like‍‌ a caged bird,‍⁠⁠ she sought refuge.‍

The⁠‌⁠ reality that had⁠⁠ changed so suddenly‌​ was too heavy,‍ and she needed​⁠ a corner of‍ peace for her‌⁠⁠ heart.

Perhaps‌ that’s why, every⁠‌⁠ night, she ended‌‍‌ the day reading‍⁠‍ a book. It‍⁠ had become a habit; if she​​‍ didn’t read, she‍‌‍ felt an odd‍‍‌ emptiness.

It‍​ was then that—‌​

“Your‍​ Highness, the regent⁠‌ has come to⁠ see you.”

The⁠​⁠ sudden announcement made⁠⁠‌ Yuli shudder.

Not⁠ only because there​ had been no‍ prior notice, but​‍⁠ also because she​ feared he had‌​⁠ discovered what she‌‍⁠ had been doing⁠‌⁠ behind the second⁠​​ prince’s back.

‘No,‌⁠​ stay calm.’

They‍​​ haven’t discovered me.‍⁠⁠ There’s no reason‍‍ to worry.

She⁠‍‌ took a deep‍ breath and controlled​‌ her expression.

“Tell‌ him to come​‍ in.”

The‍⁠ door opened. The⁠‌‍ second prince entered‍ with a haggard⁠‍‌ face.

Without⁠⁠ asking for permission,​ he slumped onto⁠‍ the sofa and‌‍ muttered wearily.

“Why​​⁠ weren’t you at‌​ the banquet hall?​ Didn’t I make‌‍​ it clear you​‌ should keep hosting⁠​ banquets?”

Thanks⁠​‌ to you, I went for nothing.⁠⁠‌

“What‍⁠⁠ a funny joke.”‍‌‌

Yuli​​⁠ closed her book​⁠ with a sharp​‍ snap.

“Wasn’t⁠⁠ it Your Highness⁠‍‌ who banned parties⁠‍​ after the Mercenary⁠⁠​ King’s attack, claiming⁠​‌ it wasn’t the‌⁠‌ time for them?”​

“…Yes,​ it was me.”​

The‌‍‌ second prince frowned​‍ and nodded reluctantly.‍⁠⁠

His​⁠​ brazen attitude repulsed‌ Yuli. Though they‌ shared blood, he⁠‍ felt more distant‍​‌ than a stranger.‌‌

“I’ll⁠ be direct. Have⁠​‌ you received any‍‍ message from the​‍ first prince?”

For⁠ a moment, Yuli‍⁠​ almost let her​⁠ face betray her.​‍

Does​ he know? Or⁠​ is he just​⁠​ fishing?

Seeing​​ his nervous eyes,‌⁠‍ Yuli bet on‌ the latter.

“What⁠ kind of question‍​​ is that? You​ yourself forbade me‌‍ from writing to‍ him and even⁠⁠⁠ hid where he‍ was.”

“…Yes,‌ it was me.”​​

“Are⁠⁠​ you joking with‌ me?”

“Do‍ I look like⁠‍ I’m joking?”

The​‍ second prince growled,⁠ exuding a murderous⁠‌ aura that made⁠ Yuli bite her‍ lip.

“I‌ haven’t told you‍ anything, I admit‍ it. But even​⁠ so, tell me⁠ if you’ve received‍ any message from‍‌ him.”

“Do‍ you think that‌​ makes sense?”

Bang!‍‍

He​⁠ slammed the table‍​ with such force‌ that the ornaments‌ fell to the‌ floor with a crash.

“I⁠ don’t have time‌ to play with‍ you. Yes or‍⁠ no—choose one!”

His⁠​⁠ bloodshot eyes and​ furious scream made‍ her hesitate. It​​​ was the first‌ time since her‍​‌ father’s collapse that‌‌ she had seen​‍​ him this unhinged.⁠‌‌

“He‌‍ will come looking⁠ for her someday.⁠⁠ After all, the‌‌ princess is the⁠​‍ one closest to⁠‍​ him.”

“So‌‌‍ he will surely‌‌‍ pester her with​ questions. And in‌‌ that case, do​​​ as you please—pretend‌‌ you know nothing‍​⁠ or give him‌ this letter.”

It‍⁠⁠ was exactly as⁠​⁠ Fernan Pellenberg had‍ said.

It‌‍ made sense that‍‍ the second prince​⁠‌ felt anxious, but‌⁠ seeing him on‍ the verge of‌ hysteria convinced her‌​​ there was something‌⁠ more.

“Were‍‌ these the side‍‌ effects of hypnosis‌ or suggestion?”

They‍ said the corrupt⁠​⁠ beside him was‍‌‍ gradually devouring his‍‌ mind.

She‌‍ pitied him, but‌‍ at the same‍⁠ time thought it⁠ was a well-deserved‌ fate.

To​​ betray his father​ and brother, only​ to end up⁠‍ like this? Ridiculous‌​⁠ and pathetic.

Even⁠⁠ so, she burned​ with rage.

How​​ little did they⁠ think of Linelt⁠ to dare manipulate​ a prince’s mind?‍‍

For​‍‌ now, she could⁠ do nothing. Only‌⁠ endure.

“Since⁠ you’re asking, the​ answer is yes.”‌

“…That‍⁠‍ makes no sen—What⁠ did you say?”⁠

“I​‍ said yes, Your⁠‍ Highness.”

Yuli‌​‍ took a letter⁠​​ from her chest.‌​‍

“I‌⁠‌ don’t know when​⁠ or how it​‍ got there, but⁠‌⁠ it was suddenly⁠ among my books.‌ And from the​ handwriting, it’s my‌‌ brother Antenor’s.”

“Give‌​ it to me⁠‍​ right now!”

Gerlan‌ snatched the letter​‍‍ from her hands‌‍‌ and unfolded it‍‌ desperately. It was‍ the handwriting he​‌‍ knew, the same​ style as before:​‍

[This⁠ time it’s for⁠ real. I’ll bring⁠ the Mercenary King,‍⁠ the one they‌​‍ say tried to​‌⁠ kill you. And…]‌

[If‌⁠‌ you don’t come,​‍ you’ll regret it.‌⁠⁠ I swear on⁠‍‌ my name and⁠‍ my honor.]

And‍⁠⁠ again, a time‍ and place for‌‌ the meeting.

“That​‍ damn Antenor…!”

There‌ was no doubt—he‍​‍ was provoking him.‌

The‍⁠ problem was, even⁠ if he wanted‍​‌ to ignore it,​‌ he couldn’t.

What‌ if Antenor revealed‍⁠‍ everything? What if‌​‌ he had proof?​‌⁠

That‍⁠⁠ would be the⁠ end. Worse yet,​​ the fact that​‌ he had tried‌‍⁠ to kill the⁠⁠ king with the⁠ help of the‍‍‍ corrupt would be‌‍ a fatal blow.​‍​

“Who‍​ else knows about‍‌ this?”

“No‌ one, only me.”⁠‍

“If‍‍‍ this letter reaches⁠ other ears before‌‍ mine, you’ll pay‌ dearly for it.”​​

“I’ll‌‍​ keep that in​ mind.”

Gerlan⁠⁠ stood abruptly and‍ left without saying​ goodbye.

Yuli​​‌ watched him until‍ he disappeared, then​​‍ rose as well.‌⁠​

She‌‍ took the bag‌‌‌ with the bottles‌ of holy water‌​ and got ready.⁠⁠

The‌ day had come.​

The⁠‌ day to cleanse‍​⁠ Linelt of the​‍‍ corrupt and the‌‌ scum devouring it.‌​​

She​⁠ headed toward the​‌‍ king’s chamber. Her‍ steps were heavier⁠​‍ than ever.

It’s‍‍ said that if‍‍ one holds back‌ three times, even⁠⁠ murder can be⁠​ avoided.

In⁠‌ other words, people​‍ can usually only‌ endure up to‍‌ three times.

‘If⁠ this is a lie again, I won’t let it‍‌ slide…!’

Gerlan‌ also considered this​‌⁠ the last time‌‍‍ and went to‍ the meeting spot.⁠

The‌⁠ tenth royal villa,⁠ at the easternmost‌‍ edge of the‌‍ Kingdom of Linelt.​⁠

“Have‌‍ you been well,‍​ brother?”

There⁠ stood the person‍‍ he had longed⁠⁠ to see—not just‍⁠ to reclaim, but‌ to tear to‌​ pieces. Antenor Linelt‌‍⁠ greeted him calmly.‌

“……”‍‌​

Gerlan’s‍​ gaze, filled with⁠⁠​ murderous aura, softened​​ slightly. Just as​​⁠ he expected, Antenor⁠‍ wasn’t alone.

“So,‍‌ the Mercenary King‌ was sent by​ you.”

Dozens‌ of mercenaries, and‌ right beside Antenor‌​‌ stood the Mercenary⁠‌‍ King himself.

Gerlan‌‍‍ ground his teeth.​⁠

“You‌‍ dared send the⁠‌ Mercenary King to‍⁠ assassinate me? And‌​ you still call‍‍ yourself the First‌​​ Prince of Linelt?”⁠​

“What​⁠ are you talking⁠‌⁠ about, brother? You’re‍ the one who​⁠ hired the Mercenary​ King to eliminate‌⁠‌ the corrupt. He⁠ fulfilled your request‍⁠ faithfully, and then‌‌ you stabbed him‍‌⁠ in the back.”⁠‍

“What‍⁠⁠ nonsense are you‌‌ saying? I never⁠‌‍ ordered him to‌ eliminate the corrupt…”‌‌

Suddenly,⁠⁠​ Gerlan stopped.

“…Right.​ I did. Yes,‌ I did.”

Then⁠‌⁠ why did the‌‍‌ Mercenary King turn‌ out to be‍ the traitor? He​​ never threatened him.‌‌‌

“Patrick…!”‍‍‍

A sharp pain pierced​ his head. At​‍ the same time,​ his mind cleared.⁠​ Fragments of memories⁠‌ surfaced.

Not⁠ perfectly, as if‍ someone had tried​‌ to erase them‌‌‍ with black ink,‌⁠​ but he could​‌‌ understand the general‌​‌ picture.

Gerlan’s‍⁠⁠ eyes turned bloodshot.‍‌⁠

“Seems‌‍‌ I have no⁠​‌ talent for mental⁠‌⁠ magic. Dantalion used‍ to say such⁠​ trivial things would‍‌ never affect him.”​‌

However,‌‌‍ Patrick Pirandello met‌ Gerlan’s gaze with⁠ complete calm.

“Do‌ you feel wronged,⁠‌‍ for having been‌‌⁠ under suggestion?”

“How​‌‍ dare you do⁠‍‌ this to me…?!”​

“Your⁠‌ Highness, look around⁠‌‌ you. Does it‌​ matter now?”

Even​​ if you’re angry—what​⁠⁠ can you change?​

“What⁠‌ can Your Highness‍‍⁠ do at this‌​ moment?”

“You…!”‌‍

“It‍ was your choices⁠⁠ that led to​ His Majesty falling​ ill, and to​​‌ the First Prince‍⁠ going mad and‌⁠‍ being confined.”

Either‌⁠⁠ way, wasn’t it​⁠​ inevitable that you‍ and the First​‌ Prince couldn’t coexist‌‍ under the same‌ sky?

“Do⁠⁠ you still not‍​‌ understand what’s important?‌ Do you think​ the First Prince⁠‍‍ or the Mercenary‌ King, now turned⁠​⁠ into an instant‍‌⁠ pariah, will let​⁠ you be?”

“……”⁠‍⁠

Gerlan​ closed his mouth.‌ Patrick was right.⁠ No matter the‍‌‌ reason, having reached⁠⁠‌ this point, there‍ was no other‍‍ choice.

At‍‍​ that moment, Count‌⁠‌ Pirandello stepped forward.​​ He bowed—not to‍⁠​ the First Prince,‍ but to the​⁠ man calmly standing‍​ beside him.

“It’s‌​ you, isn’t it?⁠ The one shaking⁠ the Kingdom of​‍ Linelt.”

“I’m‌​ not the one​‍ shaking it—you are.”‌

“At‍⁠ first, I didn’t​‍ know who it‌‍⁠ was.”

After‍​ fighting the Mercenary​ King, he mobilized​​ all his resources​⁠ to find him.‍‌

And‌‍⁠ yet, he couldn’t.⁠ It was as‍ if he had‍​ vanished from the⁠ world without a trace.

For⁠‍‌ Patrick Pirandello, who‌‍⁠ had extended his‍‌ influence throughout Linelt‍​‍ both in the‌ light and the‌ shadows, that was⁠⁠‌ unexpected.

He⁠​​ believed himself to⁠ be the ultimate​‍​ puppeteer, but within‍‍ Linelt, there were​⁠‍ those watching him‍⁠ from above, as‍ if holding him‍⁠ in the palm​ of their hand.​

“Then⁠ I narrowed the⁠‌‍ candidates down to‍⁠ three.”

Schwaben,‍ Pellenberg, Alprosen.

Abroad,‍ there were few‌ who could command​ an organization with​‍ such power and‍‌ influence.

“And​​ it didn’t take‍​ long until only‍⁠​ one remained.”

“Who?”‍​

“Pellenberg.”​​⁠

The​⁠ richest in the‍⁠​ continent.

The‍ ones with the​ largest information network.​

Within​‌‌ the Empire, Schwaben‍‍ surpassed Pellenberg.

Within‌​​ Alprosen, Alprosen surpassed⁠‌⁠ Pellenberg.

But​ in Linelt, a third kingdom outside⁠‍ those two great‌⁠‌ powers, Pellenberg ruled.‍‍

“And‌ you are…”

He⁠ had achieved all‍ of it through‍ immense wealth.

“Fernan‍​‍ Pellenberg. Isn’t that​⁠⁠ right?”

The⁠ man removed his⁠ cloak.

His‍‍⁠ slicked-back black hair​‌‍ and blood-red eyes​‍‌ were revealed.

“Correct.”‍

“Fernan​ Pellenberg? What the‍​⁠ hell are you‍​‍ doing here?! This‍‍‍ is interference in‍ internal affairs!”

Ignoring​⁠ Gerlan’s shouts, Fernan‍‌ asked:

“Let⁠ me ask you⁠‌​ just one question.”‌

“What⁠‌ is it?”

“What’s‍‍‌ your relationship with⁠ Baelz?”

“What​⁠ the hell are​ you talking about?”​

“The​ mark on your⁠ wrist. That one‍ is only engraved‍​ on contractors of‍ equal rank, isn’t‌‌‍ it?”

“……!”⁠

In​​‍ that instant, Patrick​ Pirandello’s composure cracked.‌⁠⁠

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