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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 252

Chapter 252

Miracle.‍‍‍

It‍ was a miracle.⁠⁠⁠

A miracle born from‌ the sheer determination​‍‍ that he had​‌ to win, no​ matter the cost.⁠⁠‍

From⁠‌​ the beginning, through⁠‍ the middle, and⁠‌​ up to the​ end, it had​ all been an​ uphill battle, but‌‍‍ in the midst​‍​ of that process,⁠ Aint grew at‍​‍ an astonishing pace.‍

With⁠ every clash of​​‍ swords, in that‌​​ state of absolute‍ trance, he read‌ the flow, responded​⁠ to it, and‍ reached new understandings.​‍⁠

Even⁠⁠‍ so, there was‌​ a limit.

No​​ matter how much⁠ he learned, no​⁠ matter how much⁠ he weakened his‌‍ enemy with the⁠‍ power of the⁠⁠ rival,
an immense wall‍​​ still existed between​‍ Andras and Aint.‍​

And‍ so, the flame⁠‍ of the miracle​‌ he had managed‌⁠​ to ignite was‌​​ destined to extinguish.⁠​

Crack!​

Aint’s‍⁠⁠ palms tore open.⁠

The⁠ sword flew from⁠‌​ his hands, spinning‌‌ through the air.​⁠⁠

His‌ chest was left‌ completely exposed.

“Die!”‌​

Andras​‌‍ didn’t let the‍⁠‌ opportunity slip.

The​⁠ tip of his​ sword, charged with‍​ killing intent, lunged‌ straight at him.‍

And‌‌ in that instant—‌

“Aint!”‌⁠

The‍‍⁠ Archmage, who had‍⁠ been watching the​ battle and waiting‌⁠⁠ for the right⁠ moment, activated the​​‍ spell he had​‌ prepared in advance.‍​⁠

─────!‌​

A white lightning bolt,‌‍​ perfectly controlled, fell⁠‍​ from the sky‌‌ and struck only‍ Andras.

But⁠‍ even within that‌‍⁠ divine discharge, the⁠‌ demon’s sword did‌‌​ not stop.

Its​​ movement became slower,‌‍ weaker, but never⁠⁠‍ halted.

“Die…”⁠

He​⁠ was willing to​‌ take wounds.

Aint’s‌​ exposed chest was‍‍ too tempting a target to pass​⁠⁠ up, even at‍ risk.

But‍ then—

“What?”​‍‌

As‌‍ if it had‌ a will of‍ its own, the​ sword spinning in​‌ the air rotated‍‍ back toward Aint.​​‍

“What…?”⁠

A powerful aura burst‌​⁠ from Aint,

from‌‌‌ where there hadn’t‌ been a trace‍ of energy just‌ a moment before.‍‌

Bigger.⁠​⁠

Sharper.‍‌

Stronger.​​

A massive sword of‌‌ light emerged in⁠⁠‍ front of him.‌‌‌

“T-that‌‍ makes no… sense…!”‍

The​ sword of light​‍‍ completely devoured the​‌ demon.

***‌⁠‌

“Haah…⁠ haah…”

Aint⁠​ gasped.

His​ body was heavy,‍ exhausted.

He‍‌‌ had lost so‌‍⁠ much blood that​ his mind was‍ hazy.

But​ in the end,⁠​ he had won.‍‍

Yes.⁠​ He won.

He​ dropped to his⁠​ knees and let‌‌ himself fall.

“…Gardner.‌‍ That… was it,⁠​ wasn’t it?”

— That’s right. The​​ power absorbed by​‌‌ the sword after‍‍ killing demons. It‌ had been refining​⁠ within it for​‍ a long time.⁠⁠‌

“It‍‌ came just in⁠‌⁠ time. Otherwise, I’d‌‍⁠ have lost. Did​ you send it‍⁠ to me, Gardner?”‌​‌

— No. I didn’t⁠ do anything. Nor​ could I.

Even​‌ though Gardner resided⁠ in the sword,​‍ it didn’t mean‍‍​ he could control‌‍ everything.

— What was my‌‌ will was the​ sword returning to​‌ your hand. After‌ that time, I learned how to⁠⁠ do it, even​‍ if it’s difficult.⁠

— But the energy‍⁠ the sword gave⁠ you, that was‌⁠⁠ its decision, not​⁠ mine.

More⁠‌ precisely, it was⁠ the will of‌​‌ the magical circle‌⁠​ engraved in it.‌​​

Or‍⁠ rather, a recognition‍​‌ of aptitude.

— The sword determined‍ that you are‌ worthy of wielding​⁠‌ that power.

That’s​‍‍ why it gave​ it to you.⁠⁠ And that’s why​‌ you won.

“I‌‍ see.”

The‍‍‌ reason didn’t matter;‌ the result did.⁠‌

Thanks‍​ to that, he⁠ endured, even when‍​‍ the demon had‍‌‍ overwhelmed him at⁠⁠‌ every turn, and​ in the end,​​ he won.

— Don’t let your‌ guard down. The‌⁠‌ battle isn’t over‍ yet.

“Right.”​‍

He​​⁠ had only defeated​‍⁠ one demon.

The⁠‌⁠ other remained, and⁠ also the demon‍⁠ contractor, that descendant‍​ of Colomo’s blood.‍​⁠

It​​ was too soon‌‍‌ to relax.

Aint‍‍​ pulled out a couple of potions​​‌ from his dimensional‌‌ pouch.

He​​⁠ drank one to‌ soothe his insides​‍​ and poured the‌‍​ other directly on​‌‌ his wounds.

“Are‍‍ you okay?”

“Rector!”⁠‍

“First⁠⁠‌ of all, congratulations‌⁠ on breaking through⁠​‌ the wall. With⁠ that, you can‍ truly aim for‌ the title of⁠ Royal Knight.”

“You​ flatter me, sir.”⁠‍‍

“No,⁠ I mean it.⁠​ If you properly⁠‌ absorb today’s lessons,‍ it will be‌‍‌ within reach.”

“Haha…”‍

Not​ wanting to seem​ arrogant, Aint gave‍​ a sheepish smile,‌‌ though the corner​‍‍ of his mouth‍⁠ inevitably lifted.

“Ah,⁠ right… what about⁠ the other demon?”‍‌​

“All‌ good.”

“All‌ good?”

“Yes.‌⁠ It’s over.”

“…Over?”‍

He​ and the rector​‍ had barely managed‍⁠ to defeat their‍‍ demon after a brutal fight.

So‍‍‌ on the other​ side…?

“Senior⁠‌ Fernan!”

Aint,‍⁠ who had for​‍ a moment basked​‌‌ in victory, suddenly​‌​ remembered the rival’s‍‍ power Fernan possessed.‍​⁠

From‍ the beginning, everything‍ had started because​‌ of that.

Thanks⁠⁠⁠ to it, he‍‌‍ too had broken‌⁠ through his wall,‍ albeit by sheer‍‌⁠ luck.

“He’s‍⁠ over there.”

Where⁠​⁠ an even more​ devastating battle had⁠‌⁠ taken place than‌‌⁠ his with Andras,​‌ among the ruins⁠ and a massive‍‍⁠ crater, were Fernan‍​​ and Luina.

“Good‌‌​ work, rector. You​‍‌ came, Aint?”

Fernan‍​ greeted them, lying‌ comfortably on a luxurious blanket spread‍‌⁠ on the ground.⁠

“What‍ happened here?”

“As‌​​ you can see,‌⁠​ I took care‌⁠ of Valac. At‌⁠​ first, I only​​ meant to stall‍ for time relying​​‌ on you and​‌‌ Aint, but Luina’s‌⁠‌ determination was too⁠ strong.”

Beside​ him, Luina sat‌ in lotus position,⁠ eyes closed.

“So‍⁠​ she reached enlightenment.”‌‌

“Well,​⁠⁠ she’s a genius.‍​ She tends to‍‌​ have those epiphanies​​ now and then.‌​ At this rate,⁠⁠ us mediocres won’t‍⁠ be able to⁠​ rest easy.”

“Say​​⁠ that out loud‍ and you’ll earn‌ a slap.”

“If‌ she pays me‌ for it, I’ll⁠​ gladly offer the​ other cheek.”

“Ha,​‍ with that argument‍‍⁠ there’s no comeback.”⁠​

The‌ rector let out‍ a tired laugh.⁠‌⁠

“You​‌ really defeated the‌‍‌ demon, just the‍​‌ two of you?”​‌

A creature that even‌ he, with all‍ his power and‍ Aint’s help, could⁠ not have easily‌‌‌ bested.

Even​​ if Aint were‌‍ replaced with another⁠‍⁠ Royal Knight or‌​‍ Archmage, the result⁠ would be the‌⁠ same.

And⁠ yet, just two‌ students?

Well,⁠⁠​ “students” only in⁠​ name, as both‍⁠ had already far‌​ exceeded that level.‍​

“Actually,​ we were three.”​​

— Kyuu…!

Wooden,⁠⁠ curled up sleeping‌​​ on Fernan’s chest,⁠​‍ raised his little​ paw sleepily upon‍ hearing his name.‌​

“Still​ incredible.”

The​ rector sat on⁠ the blanket.

“So⁠ that was it,‍​⁠ wasn’t it? The⁠‍ power of the‍⁠‌ rival.”

That​⁠ was exactly what​ Aint wanted to​⁠ ask.

Both‌‍ he and Gardner⁠⁠ held their breath,⁠ waiting for Fernan’s‍​ response.

“That’s‌ right.”

“Where‍‌‍ and how did⁠⁠‍ you obtain that‍‌ power?”

“I’ll⁠ be clear, Aint—I‌‌‌ didn’t get this‍ power by looting‌‌ Armian’s secret archives​ or studying their‍ sword arts.”

“…Ah,​‍ I see.”

Fernan’s‍‌‍ answer wasn’t for⁠ the rector, but⁠‍‍ for Aint.

“It‍‍ was pure chance.”⁠

Fernan⁠‍‌ knew that one​‍ day he’d have​‍ to reveal this.​

“Chance?”​

“Yes.‍ As you know,​‍ my family is‌⁠​ a merchant house.”​​

“You’re‌ repeating something the⁠​ whole continent knows.‍​ When someone insists​‌ that much on‍‍​ a fact, it’s‍‍ usually because they’re⁠‍ hiding something.”

“Of​ course not.”

He​⁠ pondered how to⁠ approach it.

How‌⁠​ to tell a believable story?

“For​‌ generations, up to‌‌‌ now, our house⁠⁠ has collected countless‌‍​ treasures and elixirs.‌‍ That tradition is‍​ over a thousand‌ years old, and‍‌‌ our family’s warehouses‌ are full of​‍ them.”

He⁠‍ had to hide⁠​ the fact that‌⁠⁠ he’d found the‌ secret records of​⁠ the Dragon God‌ Cult and obtained‍‌ his power from‍ them.

Though‌⁠ in truth, it​​ hadn’t been that‍ hard to find​⁠​ an excuse.

He​⁠ had the perfect‌ context to support​ it.

“Among⁠‌‌ those treasures, some​ of the most‌ valuable are the⁠⁠‍ mandrake root and‌ the Saintbird’s heart.”⁠​‍

Aint⁠⁠ flinched upon hearing‍ Saintbird.

The​‍​ Saintbird’s heart was⁠ the same elixir‌ Fernan had given‍ him, and which​‌ had been the⁠ foundation of his⁠​ growth until now.‍​

A millennia-old elixir with‌‌​ perfect affinity for​‍ aura techniques and⁠ the secret sword‍ of Armian.

“I⁠‌ thought those were⁠⁠‌ the most valuable‌‍ of all. But​⁠ there was something⁠ even more precious‍⁠ in the family⁠ warehouse.”

“More‌ valuable than a Saintbird’s heart? I can’t imagine what​‌​ that could be.”​

“It’s‍⁠‍ simple. The only‍‌ thing more valuable⁠‌⁠ than a Saintbird’s‌ heart is the‌‍ heart of an‍‌ even greater creature.”‌

“A‍⁠ creature greater than​‌ a Saintbird…?”

The​​​ rector’s face hardened.‍ Only one possibility⁠​ came to mind.‍

“…Don’t‍⁠ tell me…”

“Yes,‍⁠⁠ what you’re thinking.”⁠

“You‍ ate a Dragon​ Heart?”

“It‍ was pure coincidence.⁠​ I was browsing⁠‍ the warehouse looking‍‍ for a useful⁠​ elixir, and I found a dragon‍ heart.”

“It’s‍​ sounding less believable⁠‌ by the second.‍‌ And you didn’t⁠‍​ sell it—you ate‍ it yourself?”

“I‍‌​ questioned that myself.”⁠

A perfectly reasonable doubt.‌⁠ But Fernan already⁠​‍ had his excuse​ ready.

“It⁠​‌ was so bright,‌‍‍ so beautiful, I touched it without⁠ thinking. And in⁠​ that moment, it‌‌⁠ was absorbed into​⁠‍ my body.”

“Without‌ even eating it?”⁠

“That’s‌⁠ right. I’m not‌​⁠ sure how it​ happened. Maybe that’s​⁠ how dragon hearts⁠ work, or perhaps‌‌‌ someone had engraved​ a magical seal‌​⁠ into it.”

“If⁠‌⁠ I hadn’t seen​‌ it myself, I wouldn’t be able⁠‌⁠ to believe or​‍ dismiss it.”

“Why‍‍ would I lie‍ about something like⁠ that?”

That​⁠​ was when Aint​⁠ asked:

“Then,​ that dragon power—is​‌‌ that the power⁠‌‍ of Armian—I mean,‍‍⁠ the power of‌​ the enemy of⁠‌⁠ demons?”

“You‍⁠ saw it for‍⁠ yourself, didn’t you?‌ Trust your eyes.”‍

“I‌⁠ first discovered it​⁠ when I defeated​⁠‌ Flauros.”

Fernan​⁠ added calmly.

“Now‌ that you mention⁠ it—you said something‌⁠ about that. When‍⁠⁠ did you fight‍‌ Flauros?”

“A​​ few days before‌ Andrealphus appeared. I went with Professor⁠‍ Rosalia to look‌ for adamantite, and⁠‍ we ran into‍‍⁠ him waiting in‌‍‌ a trap.”

“You‍ fought Flauros with​​‍ Professor Rosalia?”

“That’s⁠ right. If you‍‌ don’t believe me,⁠‍ you can ask‌‌⁠ her directly.”

“No,‌‌‍ it’s not that…”​

Aint​​⁠ felt like his​ head was going⁠​ to explode.

He‍‌⁠ had thought Fernan‍‍ had simply returned​ just in time​ to help—but in⁠ reality, he had‌‌​ come from defeating‌‌‌ Flauros!

Fernan’s⁠⁠ power surpassed more‌‌ and more everything‍ Aint could imagine.‍⁠​

And‌ with that, his‌‌⁠ anxiety also grew.‍‌

If‍⁠‍ Fernan decided to‌​ take the lead​⁠ in everything, he‌‍ wouldn’t stand a chance.

— Wait a minute…‍‌ a dragon, you‍​⁠ said? I’ve never​⁠ seen a dragon!⁠⁠

So​ the origin of⁠ Armian’s power was⁠‍ a dragon?

If⁠​​ Fernan obtained the‍ power of the‍⁠‌ rival by absorbing‍ a dragon’s heart,‍ did that mean‍‌‌ Armian’s source was‌ the same?

— What the hell?‌​ The previous emperor​‍‍ never had any‍​ connection with dragons.‍⁠‌ I’ve never heard‍ anything like that.⁠​​

Even‍ Gardner, faced with​‌‍ a truth hidden⁠ for a thousand‍‌⁠ years, looked shaken.‌⁠⁠

‘Was‍‌ there really nothing?’⁠‍

— Nothing! I didn’t⁠ even see a hatchling! Let alone‌ eat a dragon’s⁠​​ heart!

— A thousand years​⁠ ago, dragons were‌⁠ already creatures of​‍⁠ legend! Where would​‌‍ anyone even get​⁠ a dragon’s heart?‌‍

That⁠‌‌ House Pellenberg had‌​ one in their‌⁠ storage was simply‌​​ absurd.

Nonsense—and‍‌‌ yet, coming from⁠⁠ the Pellenbergs, it‍⁠ didn’t sound that‍‌ impossible.

— So if Armian’s​‍ power, the power‌⁠ of the rival,​ comes from a dragon… does that‌ mean the natural⁠‍‌ enemy of demons‍⁠⁠ is dragons?

— Did the ancient‌​‍ emperor have a bond with a dragon? Was he⁠ taught by one?​ Or, like Fernan,‍‌⁠ did he eat‍⁠‌ its heart?

‘No,‍ that’s not the‍​⁠ issue now,’ Aint‌ thought, biting his⁠ lip.

Whatever‍⁠ the origin, the‌⁠‍ fact remained the‌​‍ same—Fernan possessed the‌‌⁠ power of the‍‌⁠ rival.

— That…

Fernan,‍ noticing his unease,‌ called out to⁠⁠ him.

“Aint,‍ don’t worry.”

“Huh?”‍

“Before​ I partnered with​​ Luina, I was⁠⁠ ranked tenth in​ the academy. Do‍‌​ you know why‍‍​ I stayed there?”‍

“I⁠‍‌ don’t. Your skill⁠ is clearly far​ beyond that.”

— Lack of skill?⁠‍‍ If that man‌‌ were weak, demons‌‌‍ wouldn’t even dare​‌ look at this‍ world.

— If someone like‍​‌ him was only‌‍ tenth, what hope‍ is left for‌ the rest? Everyone​‌​ would end up⁠⁠ with their necks​‍ cut, crying their‌ way to hell.‌

“No,‌​ it wasn’t due⁠ to lack of‌ talent.”

Though,​‍​ back then, Fernan​​ did believe he⁠⁠ was missing something.⁠​

“It‍‌ was because, before​ a mage, I’m‌‍ a merchant. And​‍​ for a merchant,‌​‍ it’s better to‌‌ stay behind than​‍ out in front.”‍​‍

“A​ merchant, not a mage?”

Aint​‍‌ understood immediately.

Yes,‌‌‍ that made sense.​⁠​ Fernan was, above​‍‌ all, a businessman.⁠‍⁠

“A‍‍​ merchant doesn’t expose‍‍‍ himself. He invests,‌‍⁠ but doesn’t become​​‍ the protagonist.”

Sometimes‍‌ there are exceptions,‌⁠ but he wasn’t‌ one of them.⁠‍

And​‍⁠ certainly not by​‌ nature.

“In⁠‌ this situation, even‌ less. I’d rather‌⁠ keep making money.⁠ I have no‌ intention of becoming⁠​ a hero or‍‌⁠ a symbol of⁠ hope.”

That’s‌‌ why.

“You‌ be the hero.⁠‌‌ Take all the‌‌⁠ fame that should⁠‌ have been mine.”​‌⁠

“But‌‌ that…”

“And​‍‌ that fame, that‌ glory…”

Fernan​‍​ pronounced each word‍⁠​ with a chilling‍⁠⁠ emphasis.

“Buy⁠‍ it from me.”​⁠

“…What?”​

“You⁠‌ can say that‍ you defeated Flauros,‍ that you killed‍ Valac. I don’t‍⁠ care. But you’ll‍ pay me for⁠​ it. Then, that‍ glory, that reputation,‌​‌ all of it‍ will be yours.”‍⁠

You​ only have one‍‍ task.

“Pay‍ me the fair‌ price.”

Fernan​ said it in‌ a low voice,​⁠ almost a whisper.⁠⁠​

A shiver ran down‌ Aint’s spine.

He‍‌‌ realized something was‍ terribly wrong.

He‍‌ had to refuse.‌​​

He‍​ couldn’t fall into​​ that game, no‌ matter what.

“N-no!‌‌ Senior, you can‍⁠ keep everything! I couldn’t take credit‌​ from my superior…”​⁠

Clack.‍​​

Fernan​ grabbed his shoulder‌‌​ firmly and looked‍‍ him straight in‌‍​ the eyes.

“Paying​‌ for something isn’t‍ stealing, Aint. It’s‍​⁠ a purchase.”

You…​‌

“You⁠‍​ have a great‌ dream, don’t you?​​‌ To become emperor.”‍‍

“……”⁠

— He’s a demon…⁠ The golden demon,‍​​ rank 73… there’s‍⁠​ no doubt…

The‌‍ dragon heart wasn’t​ the real problem.‌​

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