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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 248

Chapter 248

While‍ Aint set aside⁠‌ his doubts and‍‌ began fighting alongside‌‌‌ the rector against‌⁠⁠ Andras, Fernan was‍​‌ facing Valac, accompanied‍ by Luina.

“What‌​⁠ are you?”

The‌‍⁠ child asked with⁠​ an innocent smile.⁠‍

“You’re⁠‌ not Armian, how​‌‌ can you have‌ his power?”

“Do⁠​ you really think‍‍ I’m going to​ answer you?”

“Yes.”‌

The‍ boy nodded naturally.‌​‍

“Because​​ I’m the one⁠⁠‌ asking.”

“You’ve‍ got quite the‍‍‌ ego. Well, demons‍ usually do. But​ I refuse.”

“In⁠‍‍ terms of ego,⁠‌‌ you’re no slouch⁠⁠‍ either.”

“…What‌​‌ does that mean,⁠‌‌ Luina?”

The​⁠ answer came from⁠ elsewhere.

“Don’t​ like it?”

Then‍​⁠ die.

Slash!‍‍

Something‍ tore through the⁠ air. Fernan barely​⁠ managed to move​​‌ aside as something‍ passed in front⁠‌⁠ of his face.‍‌

Shieeek!​

It‍​ was a snake.⁠ A black snake,‍⁠​ cut in half,​​⁠ writhed on the‌‌⁠ ground before dying.⁠

Luina‌​‍ stood in the​ way, showing him⁠⁠‍ her firm back.‍

“Are⁠ you okay?”

“What‌‌‌ do you mean?”‌‍⁠

“You‍‍ were just about‍​ to die.”

“I‌⁠‍ knew you’d stop‍‍ it.”

“That​‌⁠ kind of trust​​ isn’t bad.”

“Stop⁠‌‌ it?”

Valac‍​ tilted his head‍ curiously. Then he‍​ made another hand‌ gesture.

The​‍ mouths of the​ two-headed lizards he⁠ rode opened. Whoosh!‍‌ Black fire emerged‌‍⁠ from them.

A steel wall rose‌ between the flames⁠ and Luina, completely‌‍‌ blocking the heat,‍⁠ but soon something⁠‌ began striking it‍ from the other‍‍ side.

Bang!​ Crack!

A loud crash echoed.‍⁠ In several places,‌​‍ the wall began‍‌ to break. They‍‌‌ were snakes.

Dozens,​‌ hundreds of black⁠ snakes devoured the​‍‍ steel and rose‌⁠ into the sky.⁠

“Fernan!”⁠‌⁠

Luina’s‍⁠ sword moved. As‌‌ if painting on⁠​ an invisible canvas,‍ she created a blue barrier in‌ front of her.‍‌

The​‍ snakes couldn’t pierce​ it and were‍⁠⁠ shredded.

‘The‍⁠⁠ 62nd demon, Valac.‌⁠ A dragon commander⁠ who rides a two-headed dragon-like creature,⁠​​ sometimes appearing as‌‌ a child.’

Fernan‌‌‍ recalled what he⁠ had read in‍​ King Colomo and⁠​‍ the 72 Demons.‍​

However,​ the supposed “dragon”​‌ was actually a two-headed lizard, and⁠‍ instead of dragons,‍‌ what he sent‌‌ were snakes.

‘More⁠‌⁠ like a snake​ commander than a dragon commander.’

But‍​‌ the records didn’t⁠⁠ say that. Were⁠​‍ they wrong? Had​ Valac changed? Or​ had they been‍​ altered?

‘Records‍‍‍ on demons are‍‍ scarce. The corrupt‍ might have manipulated⁠‌​ them.’

Perhaps‌‌⁠ even Valac’s descriptions​ had been exaggerated‌ by demon worshipers.​‌⁠

Boom!​

A direct hit to⁠‌ the chest shook​‍ Fernan from his‍‌​ thoughts.

Thud!‍​⁠ Thud!

Ahead!⁠​‍ Ahead!

Wooden‌ pointed desperately at​⁠ Luina, who was​⁠⁠ holding off the​ avalanche of snakes​‌​ alone.

He‌⁠ squirmed inside the‍‌​ pendant, begging to​​​ be released.

“Alright,⁠‍ go let off‌‍ some steam.”

Fernan‍‍ ripped off the⁠​ pendant and tossed​ it.

— Roooaar!

In‍​‌ an instant, Wooden‍​ returned to his‌⁠ ten-meter original form⁠ and roared.

“A⁠⁠ toy?”

Valac’s‌​ eyes opened with⁠ curiosity, not surprise.‌

“Capture​⁠⁠ it. But don’t​‌ break it.”

The⁠​‌ lizards grew, their​⁠ bodies doubling in​⁠ size until they‌ surpassed twenty meters.⁠‍‍

They‌ were colossal beasts.⁠​

Neither⁠‌ Fernan nor Luina​‌ could hide their‌‍‍ astonishment, but Wooden⁠ was unfazed.

— Grrraaaah! Grrraaaah!

Big​​ enemy! Very big!⁠⁠⁠

Since‌ getting his new⁠‍ body, Wooden had​ fought many opponents,​‍ but never one⁠‌ bigger than him.‍

A new enemy. A fresh challenge.

Wooden​‍​ leapt forward with‍ ferocity, and soon‍​​ the lizard and‌ golem were entangled‍‍ in devastating chaos.‍‍

The‌ buildings of the‌ capital crumbled like​‍ paper.

‘Good⁠​‍ boy.’

Fernan⁠‍‌ thought, mentally calculating‌‍⁠ the cost of​⁠ rebuilding while summoning​‍ his magic.

Sharp‍ steel spears shot​​ out, intercepting the⁠⁠⁠ approaching snakes.

“There’s⁠ no need to⁠ take risks. We⁠ can hold out‌⁠​ until Aint arrives.”⁠

“Do⁠⁠‌ we really have‌‍ to wait?”

Luina‌‌ stepped forward, not​‍‌ taking her eyes⁠‌ off Valac.

“The​‍‍ enemy is a demon.”

“Demons‍ are alive too.‍‌ And we have​‌ experience.”

“This‌‌ isn’t like last⁠‍‍ time.”

“We’re‍‌​ not the same​‌​ either.”

Fernan‌​ clicked his tongue.⁠

“…Fine.‍​ Though it’s not⁠​‍ in my best⁠⁠‌ interest, if you‍​​ insist, I won’t‍ stop you.”

He‌​ gathered mana.

The‌‍‌ ground rose.

A sandstorm infused with‍ draconic power enveloped⁠‍ the field, unlike⁠ a simple metal⁠⁠​ barrier.

After​​ the experiments in‌⁠⁠ his battle with​⁠ Flauros, Fernan had‌​ discovered that if​​ there was a weapon capable of⁠ piercing a demon,⁠ it was that⁠⁠ storm.

The‍​ gale engulfed Balac,⁠⁠​ snuffing out the⁠​ barrage of snakes.⁠​⁠

“Luina!”​

A massive rock block‍ fell from the‌‍ sky, crushing the‌‌ demonic energy rising​ through the dust.⁠​

“I’ll⁠‍ cover you.”

Don’t‌ think about their‌ attacks. Just charge‍ forward and focus⁠⁠ on cutting off​ his head.

Pop.⁠ Fernan uncorked a mana potion.

At​ first glance, it​​ didn’t seem very‍​​ reliable.

Was‍ he really going‌ to face all​⁠⁠ those demonic attacks‌ alone while drinking​‌‌ potions?

But⁠‍ Luina didn’t hesitate.​‍

As​ soon as Fernan⁠ spoke, she lowered​ her center of‌​ gravity, channeling her‌ aura into her​ legs and feet.‍‌

“So⁠ annoying!”

Valac‍‌​ roared. His hand,‍‍ covered in black​⁠ scales, tore through‌‌‌ the sandstorm.

Boom!​​

The‍‍ ground trembled and​⁠ lifted in fragments​ flying everywhere.

Valac‍‍​ opened his mouth,​⁠ launching a concentrated‍‌‌ energy blast.

Just⁠​ before it reached⁠ the arc of‍‍ Luina’s sword swing,‍⁠⁠ a mound of​ sand rose, diverting‌‍⁠ its path.

The‍‍​ beam grazed her​ hair, burning a few strands, and‍‌ vanished into the‌​ sky.

“Damn…”‌⁠‍

Snakes‌ lunged again. Steel‌‌​ spears intercepted them​ once more.

It⁠‍​ all happened in​​ the blink of​⁠‌ an eye.

By​‍ the time Valac‌‌ realized it, Luina’s‌ sword was already​⁠⁠ in front of​ his face.

The‌ demon frowned and‍ threw a punch​​‌ covered in scales​⁠ and demonic energy.‍​‌

But‍‌ just before impact,‍ the sand spun​ and wrapped around‌​ his hand, devouring​ the energy and⁠‌ the scales.

“You…!”​​‍

And‍⁠ before he could​ react—

─────!‌

The‍⁠ sword and the‍ fist collided.

***​

“I⁠ wanted to see​ you.”

Garrett⁠‍‍ caressed the blade‌​ of his spear.​⁠

“Since⁠ that day, there​‌ hasn’t been a single moment I forgot you.”

“What‍​ a passionate declaration.⁠ Sorry, but men‌ aren’t my type.”‌

“What​ a coincidence. Same‌ here.”

And‌ he hurled the⁠ spear.

A red flash exploded‌ as it flew.‍‍⁠

Count‌ Patrick extended both​‍ hands; the moment‍‍​ the spear touched‌ him, white scales​⁠‌ shimmered across his⁠ skin.

────!‍⁠

Patrick​‌ stifled a grunt​‌‍ and stepped back.‍⁠

The⁠⁠​ magical engravings on⁠⁠⁠ the spear glowed,‍⁠‍ returning it to⁠⁠ its owner.

“This‍ time won’t be‍​ like before, filthy‌​‍ corrupt.”

“I‍‍ don’t have time​‌ to play with​ you.”

Patrick’s‍ gaze shifted to⁠‍‍ Aint and Fernan.​⁠​

The​‍ cursed power radiating‌​ from both sides‍ deeply unsettled him.⁠

How‍‍ was it possible​⁠ that Fernan Pellenberg‌​ had that power?‌

And‌ how had Aint‍​⁠ Armian already reached⁠⁠ such a level?‌

Everything⁠‍‍ was completely beyond‌‍ his calculations.

He‍​⁠ had believed that,‍‌ even if Aint⁠‌ showed up, simply‌⁠‍ holding back the​‌ Mercenary King would⁠ secure victory. But‌‍ his prediction had‍⁠ failed.

It‍​ was all Fernan‍‌​ Pellenberg’s fault.

Because⁠ he possessed a cursed power.

Because‌‌ that golem of‍‌​ his was far⁠‍‌ more dangerous than‌⁠ expected.

Even‍ after summoning two​ full demons, Patrick‍ felt uneasy.

‘If‍⁠⁠ not for Fernan‍ Pellenberg, I could’ve‍ summoned all three.’⁠‍

That⁠ had been the​‌ plan, and that’s‍ how it could’ve⁠‍​ gone.

Had‌ he succeeded, he‍ wouldn’t even need‌ to worry about​ this situation. Victory⁠‍ would’ve been inevitable.‍⁠‌

‘Damn‍⁠ Fernan Pellenberg.’

He⁠ couldn’t believe it.‌‌ Nearly ten years‌ of preparation ruined​ by a single​ man.

Still,​ he had the​​ demons.

They‌‌ had descended in⁠‍ their complete forms,‌⁠​ and thousands of‌⁠ infernal beasts aided​​​ them.

The‍‌‍ odds of winning‍‌ were still high.​​

And​​⁠ yet.

“Do​‍ you feel like‍‌​ you’re not going‍‌‌ to win?”

“Predicting⁠ your own downfall?”​‍

The​ Mercenary King was​⁠‍ already in front⁠⁠​ of him. With⁠​ the spear, too.​​‍

Claaang!⁠​

Patrick​‍ staggered back several‍⁠‌ steps.

“You⁠‌⁠ don’t have beasts‍ helping you now,‍⁠​ nor the Second‍‌‍ Prince’s goons! Kahahaha!”‌

The⁠‌ spear followed instantly,‍ chasing his openings‌⁠ like a serpent.‌​

Dozens‍‍ of exchanges.

Patrick⁠‌ began to falter.​​

His⁠ anxiety, along with​⁠‌ the radiant power‍‌ of Armian, began‌⁠‍ to affect him—if‍ only slightly.

He‍ was relatively free‍‌ of Armian’s influence,⁠‍ but not entirely.‌​​

Crack!‍⁠​

Finally,⁠​⁠ the spear tip​‍​ pierced his scales.​​⁠

A long wound opened.​ It had been‍ a long time​ since he felt⁠‌⁠ such searing pain.​

And‌​‍ that pain snapped​ him back.

‘I‍‌ have to escape.’⁠‌

If⁠ he stayed there,‍‌⁠ he’d be torn​​​ to shreds.

He‍ snapped his fingers.‍ Something rose from⁠‍​ the ground.

Bones—corpses.‍

The⁠⁠ dead rose, refusing​​ rest, surrounding the‍ Mercenary King.

“…Necromancy?”⁠

“I‍ told you. I don’t have time⁠⁠ to play.”

The​ corpses lunged at​​⁠ Garrett.

Patrick‍​ turned and fled.‍⁠‌

“Where‌‌ do you think⁠‌‌ you’re going?”

The⁠ spear, hurled with‍​​ full force, tore‍ through the air.​

Dodging‍‌⁠ was impossible.

Blocking⁠​‌ it would only‍ slow him down.​‍ The Mercenary King‌⁠ would smash through‍ the dead and​​‍ catch up instantly.⁠

So​ he chose to​ take it.

Crunch!⁠

His⁠‍⁠ left shoulder was‍‍ ripped off entirely.​​​

Still,‌‍ he didn’t slow‍⁠ down.

But​​​ the spear wasn’t​​⁠ alone.

Boom!​⁠‌

Another⁠ hit him with‌ an explosion. Patrick​‌ fell to the​ ground, and Garrett,⁠‌⁠ who had swept​ away the corpses‍​ in one blow,​ rushed after him.‌⁠‌

“I‍ told you—you’re not‌ escaping!”

A wolf never lets⁠⁠ go of its‌⁠‍ prey once it‌‍‌ bites.

The‍‌​ Mercenary King roared.​

***⁠

Battles‌⁠​ raged all across​​‌ the field simultaneously.​⁠

Gismond,‍‍‍ trying to stay⁠⁠‌ far from the‌‍⁠ epicenters, searched for​​⁠ something he could​​ do.

From⁠ the open sky​ fell hordes of​‍ monsters. Some were​‌⁠ torn apart by​​ the fights between⁠‌ demons, but most‌ still roamed the‌‍ streets.

“Damn…‍ this won’t be‌​​ easy.”

There​‌⁠ were nearly a thousand.

Some​ he recognized; others‌ not.

But⁠​‍ they all shared⁠ one thing—they were⁠ way above what‍​‍ he could handle.‌⁠⁠

‘Ah,‍ right.’

He‌ remembered the forces‌ of the Kingdom‌ of Linelt gathering‌⁠​ on the way​‍​ to the capital—the‌‌ king, the first​⁠​ prince, Princess Yuli,‍‌‍ and about three‌ thousand knights and⁠ soldiers.

With​ them, maybe he‌⁠ could hold out.​

Maybe.⁠​‍

He‍ ran. Following the‌ teachings of the⁠ “explosive slash,” he​​‌ focused aura under‌​⁠ his feet and‍⁠‍ released it in⁠​ a burst.

“Y-You’re​ way too fast…!”​‍

He‌‍ tried to control⁠‍ his aura-propelled body,⁠​​ maintaining focus.

Snakes‌‌‍ fell from the‌ sky.

He⁠‌⁠ slashed while running.⁠​⁠

His​⁠⁠ aura turned into​⁠ cutting waves that‍⁠ shredded dozens of‌ them in an‌⁠‌ instant.

But⁠‍​ from the wreckage,‍​ a massive one​ emerged.

“The‍‍‌ monster called Madrch‌⁠ has the form⁠⁠‌ of a giant‌​​ snake, with spiked‌⁠​ scales, and is⁠‍ over twenty meters‍‍‌ long. It’s Class‍ 2.”

He’d​​ never seen one,⁠ but he recognized‍‌​ the description thanks​‌‍ to the knowledge‌ Fernan had forcibly⁠‌​ implanted.

His⁠ face turned pale.‍‍

“M-Madrch…‌ I can’t handle‌⁠‍ a Class 2!”‍‌

He‌‌⁠ abruptly turned to⁠ flee—and saw something‌​⁠ else.

“Zikrik?”⁠

They​ were Class 5 burrower creatures, the​ same ones he’d⁠​ seen endlessly in‌⁠ the dwarven city.​‍

“I‌ can handle you⁠ guys…”

He‍‍‌ smiled, gathering aura⁠​ and preparing to⁠ unleash his technique.⁠‌‌

───!⁠​

Suddenly,‌⁠‍ a massive body‌⁠​ rolled across the‌‌‌ ground, crushing all‍‌​ the Zikriks.

If​⁠ he hadn’t jumped​⁠ back, he’d have⁠​​ been flattened, too.​​‌

— Graaah!

The‌‌ giant two-headed wolf⁠⁠ roared in unison.‌‌‍

As⁠ it lunged again‍⁠ toward Wooden—who had‍ thrown it hard—the‍ Madrch in its​ path was reduced‌‍ to pulp.

“…Oh.”​⁠‌

Gismond⁠​ stood dumbfounded.

In⁠⁠‌ the distance, lightning‍ from the rector’s⁠​‌ battle with the‌​ demon swept through‌‌‍ a whole pack⁠‍ of Ursos.

“This‍‌ is insane…”

How‍ was an ant​ like him supposed‌‍ to survive in‌⁠​ a war like​​⁠ this?

For‍‌⁠ the first time,‌ Gismond truly felt⁠⁠​ insignificant.

“Screw‌⁠​ it, I’m not​⁠ looking for the‍‌ kingdom’s army. I’m⁠‍ outta here.”

Yes,‍ that was the‍‍‍ only way to​‌ survive.

He‌‍‍ ran toward the​ castle gate and‍​​ stopped.

“But‌ if I run⁠ will Fernan let‍⁠ me go?”

Could​‌​ he hide from⁠ someone like Pellenberg?​⁠‌

“…To‌⁠ hell with this⁠ fantasy world. I just want to‌‍ go home.”

Sniffling,​‌ Gismond wiped his⁠‌​ nose and turned‍ around.

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