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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 247

Chapter 247

Two‌ demons had descended.‍⁠

An​ overwhelming presence, completely⁠‌ different from anything‍​​ before, covered the​‌⁠ entire capital.

A chill ran down​ everyone’s spine.

‘Since⁠ when did Valac​ become two?’

Not‍ really—Patrick had said‌‌ that there were​ originally supposed to‌​‌ be three. Maybe‍ it was a strategy by the‍​ corrupt, after their⁠​ repeated failures against⁠‍⁠ Fernan and Aint.‍

‘Perhaps​ I pushed them‌‍⁠ too far.’

He‍⁠‌ had tried to⁠‌‌ achieve too much‍ at once, ignoring‌⁠‌ the possible countermeasures‌​ of his enemies.​‌

He⁠‍‌ had changed the‍ future several times,‍⁠‌ had seen the‌​​ consequences, and still‍​ became overconfident.

It​​ was undeniable that‌ his faith in‍‌⁠ Aint, in the‍ Mercenary King, and‌​ in the Rector‍ had served as‍ the foundation for⁠ that confidence.

But‍ if he really​ trusted them that‍ much, he should​ have at least‍ thoroughly analyzed the‍‍ magic circle before​ acting.

The‍⁠‍ corrupt who had‌​ been defeated in⁠ Alprosen, Eslyn, and⁠⁠‌ the Empire were‌ no fools. They​ wouldn’t keep falling​‌⁠ into the same⁠‍⁠ traps.

He‌‌⁠ acknowledged that his‌⁠⁠ arrogance had caused​​ him to let‌⁠‍ his guard down.​‌

“Yes,‌ you’re right. This‍‍‌ time it was⁠⁠ my mistake. It‍​​ won’t happen again.”‌‌

Even⁠ so, at least‌ part of the⁠‍‍ summoning had been⁠ intercepted.

If​ all three had‌ appeared, there would​ have been no‍​​ way out.

“Next⁠ time? You think⁠ you’ll get another‌‍‌ chance?”

“I’ll⁠‍⁠ ask you the‍‌ opposite. Just as‍⁠ you expected Aint‌ to appear the‌​‍ moment I did,‌​​ would you believe​⁠ me if I said I also​​ considered the possibility​‍ that there might‌‌ be more than​‌​ one demon?”

“You’re⁠‍‍ spouting nonsense out​​‌ of fear. Saying​‌ it doesn’t make‌‍ it true.”

“Do⁠ I look scared?”‍⁠​

Fernan’s‌ face remained calm—too⁠‍ calm for someone​‌ facing two demons.​

Even​ with a royal‌‌‌ knight and an‌ archmage at his​​​ side, maintaining that⁠⁠ level of composure⁠⁠​ seemed impossible.

“Are​‌ you implying you’ve‍‌ got something else?‌ Or is it…​‍ the Border Count​⁠ of Bercheff…?”

“Some​⁠​ time ago, a fragment of Dantalion‍ asked me how⁠ I managed to​⁠‍ survive. How I killed Flauros.”

‘Go‍ to the other‍‍​ world before me‌ and I’ll tell⁠ you when you⁠⁠ get there.’

“That’s‍​‍ how it was.”⁠‌‍

Fernan⁠​ extended his hand.‍​‌ Something began to​ stir, formed by​‌‍ magic.

“……!”​‍

It​ was only a cluster of sand,​‍⁠ a small storm⁠ of magic dust.​

But‌‍​ the grains it⁠‍‍ was made of,​‍‌ and the energy​ they held, were‌​‍ far from ordinary.‌⁠

Patrick’s‍​‌ eyes widened, and⁠‍ his mouth dropped⁠‍‌ open.

“You…!”‌‍

He‌‌​ shouted unintentionally.

“How‍‌ the hell do‍ you have that?!”⁠

That‌ energy that made‍ his skin crawl—he‍ had felt it‍​ countless times.

A cursed power.

Humans​ called it “the⁠‌⁠ power of Armian.”​

But​⁠ its true origin⁠​​ was not Armian.⁠‌

“You!⁠​ What connection do⁠⁠‍ you have with‌​ Eargrath?”

Patrick’s‍‍‍ face turned pale.‌‌​

***‌‍⁠

Eargrath.‌‌

The‍⁠‍ first Pontiff of‌‍ the Cult of​‍​ the Dragon God.‌‍​

When‌ Fernan heard that‍ name from the​​‍ mouth of a corrupt, he wasn’t​‌ too surprised.

After‌​‌ all, no one​ knows an enemy‍​‌ better than the‌⁠ enemy itself. It‌‍​ made sense that​‌ they would know⁠‌ the Dragon Heart‌​ originated from the‌‌ Cult of the⁠⁠ Dragon God.

“I‍⁠ don’t know what‌‍​ you’re talking about.”‍‍‍

Fernan⁠‍ had no obligation‌​ to answer.

“Fernan,‍ that power… what‍ is it?”

“Yes,⁠​ Fernan. When did​‌ you get something​ like that?”

“What’s‌ going on? Even‍ Aint doesn’t have⁠⁠ that kind of‌‍ power—why do you?”‍

Patrick​‍ wasn’t the only​ one who noticed‍‍‌ the unknown energy‌​‌ in his magic.​⁠​

Everyone‌‌ was stunned by⁠⁠ that power revealed​⁠ for the first⁠‍ time.

“Senior…?”​

— What is that?‍‌ How can Fernan⁠ Pellenberg use the‌⁠‍ power of Armian?‍​​

But​ no one was‍​‌ more shocked than‍ Aint and Gardner.​

“How…?”⁠

“I’ll‍ explain later.”

Fernan​‍ ignored the confused‌ looks.

“For‍‌ now, the demons⁠​‍ take priority.”

The​ gazes of the‍ hellish beasts turned‌​ toward them—drawn to⁠​‌ Patrick or to⁠ Aint, it wasn’t‍ clear.

There⁠ was no time‍​ to lose.

“Fine,‍​⁠ I’ll ask later.​⁠⁠ I’ll take care⁠ of him.”

Garrett⁠‍ pointed his spear⁠⁠‍ at Patrick.

“I’ve‌​‍ got a debt‍​‍ to settle.”

“Aint,​‍‌ choose. Andras or‌‌ Valac—which one do​‌​ you think you‍ can kill faster?”⁠

“…I’ll​‌ take care of‌⁠​ Andras.”

“Rector,⁠ please assist Aint.”‌‍‍

“I‍‌ shall.”

Fernan⁠‍ looked at Luina.‍⁠‍

“You’re​‍ coming with me.​ We’ll face Valac.”‌

“Yes,‍ as you command.”​‌

“And​ me?”

Gismond,‌‍‍ the only one‍‍ left unassigned, asked⁠‍ with a frown.‍‍

“This⁠‌​ isn’t the time‌‍ for you to⁠⁠ face demons. Help‍⁠ Linelt’s army eliminate​​‍ the monsters.”

“Understood!”⁠⁠‌

His‌‍ face brightened with⁠ relief; he had‍‍ feared he would⁠ be made to⁠⁠‍ fight demons.

Then,⁠ everyone split up​⁠‍ and charged into‍ battle at the‍‍‍ same time.

***‍‌​

The⁠ situation was urgent,‌​​ so he decided⁠‌​ to let it​⁠ go for now.‍

But⁠​ was it really‍ something he could​⁠ let go?

The⁠‍‍ fact that Fernan⁠‍⁠ possessed Armian’s power?⁠‌

— I can’t accept​⁠ it.

— He couldn’t have​ stolen or learned​‍ it. It’s not‍‍ swordsmanship—it’s magic. It’s‌​‍ mixed into his‍⁠‍ very energy.

And‍‌​ in the visions​‍​ Gardner knew about​‌​ Armian, there was‍ nothing like combining‍‍ magic with that‍⁠​ power.

His​‍‍ energy felt similar​‌ but at the‍ same time strangely⁠‍ different.

— Eargrath…?

— The first Pontiff‌⁠‍ was a great⁠ mage, yes, but‌‌⁠ could that Armian‌ power also come⁠‌​ from him…?

Gardner’s‍⁠​ thoughts couldn’t continue.​

“Why?”‍

A twisted head leaned‍‍ in close until‍‌‍ it nearly touched⁠⁠​ his nose.

The‍​​ owl’s yellow eyes⁠​ pierced Aint with‌⁠ a savage stare.​‌‌

“Why?​ You? You chose…​​ me?”

Its​‍ voice was as​​⁠ rough as metal‌‌ scraping against metal.‌‍

“Because⁠‌ you think… you⁠ could kill me…‍ faster?”

Its‌‍⁠ fragmented, dissonant speech⁠ made the skin​​ crawl.

“You⁠​ underestimate me? Think…‍‌‍ I’m easy?”

Andras’s‍ yellow eyes opened‌⁠ wider.

“You​ think… I’m weaker…‍ than Valac? Because​ I’m number 63?‍​ Weaker… than 62?!”⁠‌

His⁠⁠‌ final scream was‍‍ almost a roar.‌⁠

Whoooosh!⁠​‍

The‍‌⁠ demon roared, and​ his sword came​⁠ down.

A massive blade engulfed​⁠ in black fire.‌‍

The⁠‌ very space distorted‍‌ as the sword⁠⁠‌ fell toward Aint.‌⁠

────!‍​

Sparks⁠⁠ and aura burst⁠‌ forth with the​ collision. A shockwave⁠ swept across the‌‍​ terrain.

It‌ was heavy. Heavier‍⁠ than any blow‌ he had taken‍‍‍ before.

Aint‍ held his breath.‌

— Don’t drop your‌⁠ guard! What you’re​​‌ facing is a demon! A complete⁠ demon, descended in‌‍⁠ its true form!‍⁠

Gardner’s‌⁠ voice snapped him‌ back to reality.​‌​

Yes,‌⁠‌ the enemy before‌ him was a demon. One he​​ couldn’t afford a single mistake against.‍​

He‌⁠ didn’t know how‍ Fernan had obtained⁠ Armian’s power, but‌​‍ that didn’t matter‌‌⁠ now.

He⁠‍ could only find⁠⁠ out if he​ survived.

Still.‌‌‍

‘It’s‍⁠⁠ the first time,‌‌‍ isn’t it?’

The‌⁠ first time he⁠ had blocked a direct attack from⁠‍​ a complete demon.​

It‍‌​ was overwhelming, terrifying—but⁠​‌ not impossible to‌⁠ endure.

Before,​‌ he wouldn’t have‌‍⁠ even dreamed of⁠ it.

Aint‍ realized just how‌⁠ far he’d come.​‍

“You‍ blocked it?”

The​‍ owl head twisted‌‍ grotesquely.

The​ sword glowed again,​‌‍ releasing an even⁠ larger flame—hot enough⁠‌​ to melt aura​‍ itself.

But⁠⁠‍ Aint, instead of⁠‍​ retreating, took a deep breath and‍ unleashed all his‌ energy.

His​ sacred power spread‌‍‌ through his body,‌‌‌ and under its‍‌ influence, the demon’s⁠ flames began to‌​ weaken.

The‌ swords clashed again.⁠‌⁠

────!⁠​

A bigger explosion than​ before devoured the‍‌ surroundings.

In‍‍ that instant, Aint‌ took advantage of‍‍⁠ the gap between‍‍ devouring light and‌ darkness.

He‍⁠ aimed for Andras’s​ throat with all‌‌⁠ the speed his⁠​ body could muster.⁠​‌

Slash!‍⁠

He‍​​ only grazed his‍‍ shoulder, barely—but the​‍ impact was as‌⁠ brutal as striking⁠⁠⁠ a mountain.

Aint⁠​⁠ clenched his teeth‌‍ as he felt​‌ the counterstrike, but​⁠‌ he saw blood​ burst from the‌‍ torn flesh.

His​ sword had pierced⁠ the demon’s skin.‍⁠‌

“It‌ hurts! It hurts!”⁠‍

Andras‍ screamed.

“Damn⁠‌​ it! Power! It​​​ hurts!”

The⁠ black wolf beneath‍​‌ him lunged at‍⁠ Aint, throwing its⁠​‌ master into the‍‍‍ air.

Boom!‌

The​ blow was so⁠​ immense that Aint’s‍​ body slid across​ the ground.

Above,⁠‌⁠ Andras spread his​‌ wings and shrieked:‍

“Die!‌​ Die!”

Showers​‌ of feathers fell‍⁠‍ from the sky.​

Each‌‌ one, charged with‌‌ demonic energy, was‍‍​ like a bomb​ tearing through everything​​ in its path.‌‌

But‍⁠ none reached Aint.‌⁠⁠

Crack!‍

A blue lightning bolt‌‍ descended, lighting everything​‌⁠ up.

The⁠‌ thunder consumed both‌ the feathers and‍​‌ the demon and⁠ his wolf.

“Student‍⁠⁠ Aint, it seems​​​ the Academy didn’t‌‌ teach you well.”‌

Rector‍​ Michael Montella clicked​ his tongue.

“In‌ a situation requiring‌‍ cooperation, you try⁠ to fight alone.‌‌​ That’s why we‌ teach teamwork, understand?”​‍‍

We’ll‍​ have to reinforce‌‌ training for the‌‍​ professors too, he​‌ muttered.

If‌‌ Professor Grad had⁠ heard that, he⁠​​ might’ve fainted.

“Ah…”‍​

“You‍​‌ can answer later.‍ Tell me, how​⁠ did it go,⁠​‍ facing him?”

“He’s‌‍‌ not an easy​‌ opponent.”

“Of⁠ course. He’s a demon, after all.‍ The same kind​​​ that destroyed the​​ Academy.”

“But…‍​ if you help‍​ me, I don’t⁠​ think it’s impossible‌⁠‌ to beat him.”‌‍

From⁠ Andromalius to Andrealphus.⁠​‍

Aint‌‌⁠ had fought countless‍⁠ demons and grown⁠‌‌ with each battle.‌​‌

He‍​⁠ didn’t always gain‍ a revelation, but‌‍‌ he had learned—bit‌⁠​ by bit—absorbing demonic‌ strength through Gardner.⁠‍⁠

Besides,‍​ he was a natural enemy of‌‍ demons.

Fighting⁠⁠​ alone was still​ reckless, but with‌⁠ an archmage at‍ his side, it​ was a different‍​ story.

“So,‍ you want me​​ to assist?”

What‌‍ a bold boy.​⁠⁠

“T-That​​‍ wasn’t my intention…”‌⁠⁠

The⁠‌‍ rector stroked his‌ beard and smiled.​⁠

“Just‍​ teasing. Very well,‍ let’s see what​‌ you’re capable of.​⁠ I’ll match your​ pace.”

Like‍‍​ one wave propelling‍ the next—that’s how⁠‍‌ it should be.⁠​

An​ old mage, before‌‌​ retiring, should support​‌⁠ the young hero.‌‍

The‍⁠⁠ rector looked up‌ at the sky.​​‍

“I‍‍ suppose their reputation​ as demons isn’t‍‌‌ for nothing.”

Despite​ the lightning he⁠ had unleashed, the‌ demon remained intact.‌‍⁠

His‍ fur and clothes‌ barely scorched, even​ the shoulder wound‍ inflicted by Aint‌‌​ had already healed.⁠​

“It‌ hurts! It hurts!”​⁠‌

Andras⁠⁠‌ raised his sword⁠​ with both hands.‍​

A massive flame erupted,‌‍‍ covering the sky.⁠​⁠ A heat so⁠‍‌ intense it could​⁠ only be described‍ as a disaster.​‌‍

“Listen‌⁠ closely, Aint.”

The​ rector began forming‍‌‍ hand seals. Magic⁠​ circles surrounded him.‌⁠‍

“Yes.”⁠‍⁠

Aint​ held his sword⁠ and focused his‍ aura.

“I’ll‍​ block all his‍ attacks. All of‌‍‍ them, if I can.”

Even⁠ if he couldn’t⁠ nullify them completely,​ he would deflect‍‍ the power, twist‍⁠​ the trajectory—anything to​​ keep them from⁠‌⁠ landing.

“I​‌ promise you won’t⁠‌ be touched.”

So​‍ you.

“Drive⁠ that sword into​​​ the head of⁠ that thing. That‌ spawn that’s neither‌ beast nor man.​‍ Understood?”

“Yes.”​‌‍

Aint​⁠ nodded, tense.

They⁠ wouldn’t have many‌‌‍ chances.

The⁠ rector planned to​‍ endure the demon’s‍⁠⁠ full assault alone.⁠‍‌

Not‌ even an archmage⁠⁠‌ could defeat a demon by himself.⁠

“Die!‌ Die!”

Whoooosh!⁠​

With‌⁠​ a roar, Andras​‌ swung his sword.​

The‌⁠⁠ black flames covering⁠‍​ the sky descended.⁠

“Go!”‍⁠

The⁠‌‍ rector extended his‌​ staff.

A pillar of lightning⁠ rose from the‌‌⁠ earth, defying gravity​​ to clash against⁠ the fire.

The‍​ thunder resisted the‌ apocalyptic fire.

And‌ in the middle‌‍‌ of that collision—​‌

Aint​‍⁠ charged in.

Graaah!​‍

The⁠‍‌ wolf emerged from⁠ the flames, but—‍⁠‍

Crack!‌‌​

A second lightning bolt,‍ striking from another‍ angle, hit its​ flank.

The‍ wolf howled and⁠ fell to the‍‍​ ground.

— Go, Aint! Defeat‌⁠‍ the demon, and​‍​ then ask Fernan!‍

Aint’s⁠ sword gleamed with‌‍⁠ a holy light.⁠⁠⁠

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