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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 246

Chapter 246

“…Wow,​​ now that’s surprising.”‌⁠

His⁠‍ tone changed, as​​ if his face⁠ had cracked.

“I‌⁠ didn’t think you‌ knew that much.”​‌

“Don’t‌⁠ underestimate Pellenberg’s information⁠ network.”

“Yeah,​‌​ seems I shouldn’t.”​

“Then,⁠ what’s your relationship​ with Baelz?”

“Who‌‌ knows.”

Count‍ Patrick Pirandello shrugged‍‌ and smiled.

“Wouldn’t​⁠ it be more⁠​‍ fun if you⁠‌‍ found out for​​‍ yourself? With that⁠‍ magnificent Pellenberg information⁠‍‌ network.”

“There’s‌ no sense in​ taking the hard⁠‍⁠ road when there’s‍‍⁠ an easier one.”​

“This‌‌ one will be‌‌ much harder.”

“I‍ see.”

Then‍‌⁠ the only option‌ left was to‌⁠‌ catch him and⁠ ask directly.

“When⁠ I realized everything​‌ I had accumulated‌‍‌ had disappeared without​‌ a trace, I already suspected things‌⁠ had gone wrong.”‌⁠⁠

Even‌⁠⁠ so, he didn’t‌ give up or‍ flee.

“I​ just wanted to⁠‍⁠ see your face​ one more time.”⁠

He⁠​‌ wanted to see‌ with his own​ eyes what kind‌​ of man had​‌ humiliated him so‌⁠⁠ thoroughly.

And​ deep down, he‍​ trusted he could​‍ always escape no​ matter what happened.​‍​

“In​ that, we’re opposites.”​‍⁠

Rrrrumble—‍

A magic circle began​ to form in⁠ the sky.

“Because‍​ I, no matter⁠​⁠ what, will catch‌‍ you.”

A figure floated in‌⁠‍ the air—a mage.⁠‍‍

It​‍‌ was someone even‍‍‌ Count Patrick couldn’t​‍ fail to recognize.⁠​‌

“…The‌‍‌ Rector of the‍ Academy?”

And‌⁠ not just anyone,‌ but someone he‍‌​ never expected to‍⁠‌ see.

Wasn’t⁠‌‌ it enough to‍‌ bring the Mercenary​⁠ King, and now⁠​ the Rector too?⁠⁠‍

“T-The‍‍⁠ Rector…!”

Count⁠​‍ Patrick’s face, along‍‌ with the Second​ Prince’s, turned pale.‍

But‌ they had no‍ time to process⁠​‍ it.

Clang!​​

Patrick​⁠⁠ intercepted a black​⁠ spear that flew⁠​​ through the air.‍

“Don’t‍​‌ we still have​‍ unfinished business?”

The‌​ Mercenary King roared⁠ and lunged at​ him.

Large-scale⁠ magic fell like​‍‌ a calamity.

And⁠⁠‌ so, the battle⁠‌‌ began.

***⁠⁠

The​ fight was fierce.​⁠

And‌ the outcome leaned,⁠​ as anyone could‍​ have predicted.

A complete defeat.

Count‌ Patrick Pirandello was‍ strong, but not‌ strong enough to‌​⁠ face both a Royal Knight and‌‍ an Archmage at‌‌‌ the same time.​‌⁠

And⁠‍‍ while Fernan Pellenberg‍‌ wasn’t an Archmage,​‍ he was still‌⁠ a formidable warrior​‌​ not to be‌ underestimated.

Defeat⁠​ was inevitable, and‌‌ Gerlan barely managed‌​‍ to escape thanks⁠​‌ to the sacrifice​‍ of his subordinates.‍

Clop,‍‌ clop, clop—

Horses⁠ thundered along the​​ mountain path.

From⁠‍‌ hundreds of soldiers,​​⁠ only a few‌ dozen remained—the prince’s‍ closest knights.

“How‍​‌ could this happen?!​ How?!”

“Your‌ Highness! We must‌ return to the‌⁠ kingdom as quickly‍‍ as possible! Gather‌ the troops in​‌ the capital and⁠‍⁠ make the attack​‌‍ public, we must‍‍ issue a formal⁠ protest to the⁠​ Empire!”

“This‌‍ is interference in​‍⁠ internal affairs—no, something​​‌ worse! How dare⁠‌ Fernan Pellenberg and‍​ the Rector of⁠⁠ the Academy attack‌ a prince of‌⁠ Linelt?!”

They⁠​ were right. Fernan‍ Pellenberg wasn’t just​​⁠ a merchant, but⁠ heir to a princely family.

And‌‍​ the Rector—his institution’s‌‍ name said it⁠‍ all—the Imperial Armian‌ Academy, a figure‍‌‌ of immense power⁠​⁠ within the Empire.‌‍​

And‍​ now both had⁠​⁠ attacked him—the Second‌​​ Prince and Regent‍ of the Kingdom‍ of Linelt.

It​ was practically a declaration of war.‌⁠‍

“As⁠‍⁠ soon as I return to the‍ capital, I’ll make⁠​ this attack public‍‍ and send envoys​ to all nations!”⁠

The‍​‍ Empire was an‌‍⁠ enemy Linelt couldn’t‍​‌ face alone.

Even‌⁠​ if it became‌ a diplomatic war,‌​‍ they needed support⁠‌ from other kingdoms.​‌

“You’ll⁠⁠‍ see, Fernan Pellenberg!”⁠

How‍ much must he‍⁠ despise Linelt to‍ dare go this‍‍‍ far?

At‌ that moment—

Whoosh!​‌‍

An⁠ arrow flew and‍​⁠ struck the back​‌ of a knight,‌​​ knocking him off⁠ his horse.

“Sir‍ Prell!”

“Your‌⁠ Highness, the pursuers‌⁠ have caught up‍​‍ to us!”

Some‍⁠‌ knights split from⁠‍‍ the group.

“We’ll​‌⁠ hold them here!⁠‌⁠ Return to the‍⁠‌ capital safely!”

The⁠ sound of clashing‍‍ weapons, neighing horses,⁠​⁠ and shouts faded⁠ into the distance.⁠‌‌

Gerlan​ clenched his teeth.​

Fernan​ Pellenberg.

The‍‍⁠ Mercenary King.

The​ Rector.

Antenor‍‍​ Linelt.

And​​​ Count Patrick Pirandello.‌

He⁠‍ repeated the five‌ names in his​⁠ mind.

The​‍ ones he had⁠ to take revenge​ on.

He​ had gone too​ far. He had​⁠ done everything to​​‌ reach the throne.‍

He‍‍ couldn’t give up‍​ now. He would​⁠​ reclaim his position‌ and get revenge‍​ on all of‍ them.

“Have​ courage, Your Highness!”​

“Courage?‍ I can’t go⁠⁠​ on! I’m nothing​⁠⁠ but a traitor‍‍ who sold his‌‌⁠ country to the⁠​ corrupt!”

The‌​‌ pursuers attacked them⁠‌ several more times.‌​‍ Some sacrificed themselves​‌ for Gerlan, others​⁠‌ abandoned him and​​ fled.

“Your‍‍ Highness, we should⁠‍ stop in another‍⁠ city and gather⁠⁠‍ reinforcements…!”

“No,‌‍⁠ we’re going straight‌⁠ to the capital!‍ The enemy is​‌ Fernan Pellenberg, and​ right now time​​⁠ is everything! I must issue an‌‍‌ official statement as​​ regent before he⁠‍ acts!”

Heading⁠ to the capital‍ was the smartest‍‌​ move if he‍ wanted to stay⁠‌‌ ahead of Fernan,⁠‍ who no doubt‌‌ planned to move‍​ the First Prince.​‌

He⁠⁠‍ was still the‌ regent, and only‌​ in the capital‌‍ could he fully⁠​ exercise his authority.‍​‌

Several‍⁠‍ days passed.

“…Is⁠‌ this all that’s​‌ left?”

“Five⁠‍​ men deserted last‌⁠‌ night. I’m sorry,‌ Your Highness.”

“…I⁠‌‌ trusted them, they’ve‌‌ been with me‍​‍ over ten years.”​​​

Fewer​‌‍ than ten remained‌‌‌ by his side.‍⁠​

He⁠⁠⁠ was exhausted and‍ covered in grime,​⁠‍ but his eyes‍‍ burned more fiercely⁠ than ever.

They‌ were full of​ hatred—the determination to​⁠ overcome this national​​ crisis, reclaim his‍‌‌ throne, and take​‌⁠ revenge on the‍​ traitors who had​⁠​ abandoned him.

At‌​‍ last, he arrived‌​ at the capital.‍‌‍

But⁠‍⁠ something was off.‌​‌

“…Are‌‌ the gates closed?”​⁠‍

The‌‌ gates, which were‌⁠⁠ always open, were⁠‍ now sealed. There‍​​ were no lines‌⁠‌ of people as​‍ usual.

“Open‌​​ the gates!”

Gerlan​ shouted as he​ reached the gate.​‌‍ Fortunately, there were‌‍ soldiers on the⁠​ wall. They poked‍‍​ their heads out.‍⁠‍

“Who⁠‍ goes there?”

“This⁠ is His Highness‍ Gerlan Linelt, the‌‌ regent! Open the‌​ gates at once⁠ and receive His⁠ Highness!”

But‍⁠‍ the gates didn’t​‍ move an inch.‍⁠‍

“We​ cannot do that.”‍‍

“…What‌⁠‌ did you say?”​

“Please‍ wait a moment.”‍

“Wait?​‌‌ Don’t you see​‍⁠ he’s the regent?!​​‌ Open the gates‌‌ immediately!”

The​ soldiers looked inward‍ again. They didn’t‌ respond, no matter​​ how much he⁠‍​ shouted.

“Your‌​ Highness…”

“What’s⁠ going on here?”‍

Anyone‍‍‍ with sense could‌‍‍ tell something was⁠​ very wrong.

Crreeeak—‍​

Then,​​ the gates opened.‍‌

As​ a knight had‍‌​ announced, a crowd​​ awaited to receive‌‌⁠ him.

“……!”‍‌‌

But‌‍ they all wore​ armor and carried⁠ weapons. Spears and‍​ swords pointed directly⁠‍‍ at Gerlan.

And​‌ at the center‌⁠‍ of that group—⁠‍⁠

“…Your​⁠​ Majesty? How…?”

The‌ king, who was‌⁠ supposed to be‍ unconscious from his​ illness, was there,⁠‌‍ standing, supported by‌‌ his aged body.‍‍​

Gerlan‌ was speechless.

Was⁠‍ that possible?

How‌ could he be​‌ awake now?

His‍ face turned completely‌‍⁠ pale.

“It’s​ been a while,⁠ Gerlan Linelt.”

The‍ father’s voice calling​ his son held‍⁠ no trace of⁠‍ emotion. It was‍​ cold and stern.‌⁠

“From⁠ today, you are‌‌ dismissed from your​⁠ position as regent.”⁠‌

The‍ king slowly pronounced​ the final sentence⁠ on his son.‍‍

“For‌ the crime of‍⁠ attempting to assassinate‍‌‍ the king, of‌​‍ driving the crown‌⁠​ prince mad with‌ poisons, and for⁠ using the kingdom’s‍​ wealth for personal‍‍ gain.”

“…Crown⁠ prince?”

Although⁠‌ the king of​‌ Linelt had always​‌ shown favoritism toward⁠ the First Prince,​ he had never​ officially declared him​ heir.

That​⁠ was a formal‌‍ proclamation.

“He‌ shall be executed.⁠‌ Arrest the traitor!”‌

“Yes,⁠‌​ Your Majesty!”

“At‌‌‌ once!”

The⁠ royal guard surrounded‌‍ him.

Until‍ he was pulled⁠‍‌ down from his‌‌⁠ horse and dragged⁠​ across the ground.‌⁠‍

“……”⁠⁠⁠

Gerlan​ said not a word.

He‌​ couldn’t say anything.‍‌‌

***‌​⁠

Meanwhile,⁠ Patrick Pirandello had‍ also managed to​ escape, separated from​​ Gerlan Linelt.

The⁠​ Mercenary King was‍ one thing, but⁠ the rector of‍‍ the Academy had‌ been completely unexpected.‌⁠​ He had no‌​‍ intention of dying‍‌‍ in a miserable‍⁠ place like the‌​ Kingdom of Linelt.‍‍‌

So⁠​ he fled. In⁠‌‌ exchange for escaping⁠​ those two monsters,‍⁠‍ he lost an⁠ arm, but he‌⁠​ didn’t care.

Gruuu—⁠‍

From‍ the amputated end,⁠​‍ bones and flesh‍​‍ began to emerge.⁠‍ Blood began to‌‌‍ flow again, and‍‌ muscles reactivated.

“……”‍

Patrick⁠‌ clenched and unclenched⁠‍ his new fist⁠ with a satisfied‍‍⁠ smile.

His‌​ clothes were in‌‍​ tatters, but the⁠‍​ rest of his​​‌ wounds had fully‌ regenerated.

He‍ was just a bit tired, but‍‍‌ his body was⁠ in good condition.‌

He​ now had two‌​⁠ options.

Flee‌‌⁠ as he was—or‍‌ deal one final‌​‌ blow to the​‍ Kingdom of Linelt?⁠‌

His‌‌ decision tilted toward‍‍‍ the latter. He‍‌‌ headed for the⁠ capital.

And‌‍ when he arrived,‍⁠ what he saw‍⁠‍ was the Second⁠‍ Prince being arrested⁠​ and taken away‍​ in shackles.

“What‍⁠‍ a sight.”

How​‌ had they managed‍ to awaken the⁠⁠‍ king? Wasn’t he​‌ nearly dead, corrupted‌‍ by dark magic?⁠‍

It​ had to be⁠ Fernan’s doing.

Dantalion‍ was right—Fernan was‌ a much more‍ troublesome enemy than⁠‍ Aint Armian.

With​ Aint, one only‌ had to beware‍‍‌ of his power.​​

But‌ Fernan Pellenberg was‌​⁠ a strategist capable‌ of dismantling his‌‍⁠ enemy’s plans from‌​⁠ every angle.

“Now⁠ I understand why​ Dantalion failed so‍⁠ spectacularly.”

Andromalius,​‌ Seir, Kimaris, Decarabia,‌⁠ Flauros, Andrealphus.

He⁠​⁠ hadn’t understood how‌ they could have‍ fallen to humans.⁠​‌ He had considered​ them arrogant fools​ for underestimating humans​ even after being‍‍ defeated a thousand‌‌ years ago.

But‍​⁠ if Fernan Pellenberg​ had been involved⁠ in all those‌ cases, then it⁠‌⁠ made sense.

At‍​​ least for now,​ Fernan was more‍ meticulous and precise​ than any other.​​

“Well,‌ maybe not so‍​​ meticulous.”

Fernan⁠‍⁠ had made a mistake.

Arrogance.​ Pride.

A human who underestimated‌ the corrupt and‌ demons so much.‍ Understandable after so⁠ many victories—he must’ve‍ thought they were‍⁠‌ just insects.

“But‍‌‍ tell me, Fernan⁠‌ Pellenberg…”

I,‌​ too, know how⁠ to dig escape‍​​ tunnels.

Without‍‍ anyone noticing, Patrick⁠ jumped over the‍⁠‍ wall and entered‍ the basement of⁠ a mansion.

There,‌​ mountains of magic‌​ stones were already⁠ prepared.

He‌ had almost completely⁠‍‌ emptied the remaining⁠‍ royal treasury, converting‍‌ everything—including emergency treasures​ and the newly⁠​ collected special taxes—into​‍​ magic stones.

“Your​ pride will be⁠ your downfall.”

Fernan’s‌‍⁠ mistake had been‍‍ his overconfidence.

Discovering​ the summoning circle,​​⁠ stealing the sacrifices,‌ and leaving it‌​ undestroyed.

Thinking‍⁠‍ that, just because​ it had been⁠​⁠ looted once, no⁠‌‌ one would use‍⁠⁠ it again.

“The​​ Kingdom of Linelt‍ will fall because⁠⁠​ of you.”

The​ magic circle began⁠ to glow as​⁠​ it reacted with​⁠‌ the magic stones.⁠‍

Six​ mansions shone at​‌‌ the same time,​‍ connecting to form⁠​⁠ a six-pointed star.⁠

A sinister energy covered‍​ the entire capital.​‍

Patrick‌⁠ slowly stepped into‍ the garden. They‌⁠‍ were waiting for‍ him there.

“You’re​‌ late.”

Patrick‌​ smiled calmly.

Fernan​‍⁠ responded.

“Late?”‍​

“Yes.‍ The summoning circle‌ has already been‌ activated. Once it’s‍ in motion, there’s‍ no way to​‌ stop it.”

The‌⁠‍ demon would be‍ summoned. That was​⁠ an immutable truth.‍⁠‍ And once summoned,‌‍‌ everything would be‍​​ over.

“I⁠‌⁠ win.”

“How‍‍‍ stupid.”

“Stupid?”‌

“Do​ you really think‌ that after facing‍⁠​ so many corrupt‌‌‌ and demons, I wouldn’t have anticipated‍‍ the possibility of⁠ another summoning?”

The​ person behind Fernan⁠ removed their cloak.⁠‌

Radiant‍‌‍ golden hair was‍ revealed.

“…Aint​⁠ Armian?”

It⁠ was Patrick’s first​‌ time seeing him,‍​ but there was‌​⁠ no doubt. He​‍‌ was too famous​‍ not to recognize.⁠

If⁠⁠ it was Aint‌ Armian, he was​ the best possible‌ card against demons.⁠

“And‍‍‍ you think I didn’t know Aint‌‍ Armian would appear​‌ the moment you​⁠ did?”

Patrick‌‍ had anticipated that‍ too.

“How‌‍‌ many disasters have⁠ the two of‍ you caused together?”⁠‌

He‍⁠​ spread both hands.⁠⁠⁠

“Look.”​‍

He​⁠‍ looked up at⁠ the sky.

───CRACK!‍

Space​ tore open. From‍⁠ the rift poured⁠ a dense tide​ of corrupt magic.‌⁠

A small hand emerged‍⁠⁠ from the fissure‌‍ and tore it​​ open further.

Riding⁠⁠​ atop a red​ two-headed lizard, an‌​ innocent-looking winged boy‍‌‌ slowly descended.

But‍​ the chaotic magic​‍ surrounding him proved​ he wasn’t just⁠‍⁠ a child.

“Demon‌⁠‌ No. 62—Valac.”

A wicked being wearing‌‍ a child’s mask.​

Had⁠ descended.

But‍⁠ Patrick wasn’t done.‍‌

“And​ next.”

“Next…‌‍ what?”

“What‍ did you say…?”‍‍

“……!”​‌​

Another‍ hand emerged from​​​ the same rift.⁠

This⁠‌ time, a larger‌‌⁠ creature—a humanoid body⁠ with an owl’s‌‌ head, wings on‌‌ its back, and‍⁠​ a sword wrapped‍ in black flames,‍‌ mounted on a dark wolf.

The⁠⁠ moment it appeared,⁠‍ the concentration of‍ demonic energy became‍ unbearable.

“Demon‍‌⁠ No. 63—Andras.”

“……!”⁠‍‌

“Two​ demons…?”

Such‌⁠‌ a thing had‌‌​ never been seen‌‌ before—two full demons​ summoned simultaneously in‍⁠⁠ the same place.⁠

There⁠⁠ were cases like⁠ Andrealphus and Flauros,‍ but those were‌‍‍ in different locations.‍‍‌

Dantalion,‍ on the other‌‍ hand, had only‍⁠ been a projection,‍⁠ not his true⁠‌‌ body.

But‍‌⁠ this time, no.‌ Two full demons⁠ had descended together.‌‌​

“A‌ shame that, because‌​‌ of you, Fernan​‌ Pellenberg, the three‍‌‍ were reduced to⁠⁠ two…”

Well,‍‌‌ it didn’t matter.‌

Could‍‍ just the two‌ of them really​⁠‌ stop two demons‍​ and me?

“What‍‍‌ do you think‌ of my little⁠ surprise gift?”

Fernan​ Pellenberg. Aint Armian.​⁠​

“This‍ will be your‌‌ grave.”

Patrick‌​​ declared it.

And‍​ immediately, a rain⁠‍ of monsters fell​⁠⁠ from the sky.‌

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