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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 257

Chapter 257

“What⁠‍‍ a strange thing.”​​

Aint​ looked at his‍ reflection in the‍⁠​ mirror. The dark⁠‍ blue suit fit‍​ him perfectly—even he‌​ had to admit⁠⁠⁠ he looked pretty⁠‌‌ good.

“Personally​‌ negotiating with the⁠ Kingdom of Linelt?⁠ Now that’s rare.”‌‍⁠

Normally,‌ Fernan handled all​⁠⁠ the negotiations.

And‍‍ Aint had always​‌ considered that natural.‍

Yes,‍‌‌ he was the‌‍ one who had‍‌⁠ earned the merits,‌‌‍ but it was‌⁠ Fernan who had‌ prepared the ground.​

Besides,‍‍ Fernan was infinitely‍ better at negotiating,​ and every time‍ he did it,‍ he also made‌‍ sure to secure​ benefits for Armian.‌‌⁠

There​​ had never been​‌ any reason to‌⁠​ complain.

But‍⁠⁠ the day before,‍‌ he had received‌⁠ a different message.​‍‌

“I’ve‍‍​ already secured everything​ Pellenberg was due.‍‌​ What belongs to⁠⁠‍ Armian—go get it​ yourself.”

It‍⁠⁠ wasn’t a wrong‍‌ statement.

Fernan​​​ belonged to House​‌ Pellenberg, and he‍​‌ belonged to House‌⁠ Armian.

No‌⁠⁠ matter how much‌‍⁠ Fernan helped him,⁠ they were still‍⁠ from different families.⁠‌‌

They​‍ could sail on‍‌‌ the same ship,​‌‍ but they were‌​‍ not a single‌⁠‌ entity.

— It’s only logical‌⁠ that you’re the‌​​ one to negotiate⁠ this time. Fernan​ can’t do everything⁠ for you forever.⁠

Truth‌‌​ be told, it⁠ wasn’t like Fernan‍ had completely done‌ it in his⁠​‌ place.

When⁠‍ it came to‍‍⁠ matters directly concerning‌​‍ House Armian, the​​ family had sent‌‌⁠ their own representatives.‌

Even‍ so, Fernan was⁠ right.

The‍⁠ only thing that​​‌ puzzled him was⁠⁠​ how sudden it‌ all was.

“Ugh…‌‍ I hope I can do well.”‌⁠‍

— They say that‍‌ even a dog⁠​ at the Academy‍‌‌ learns to wield⁠​⁠ a sword or‍​ use magic in​ three years.

— And you’ve watched‍ Fernan for more‌‍ than two, so‍⁠‌ you should be‍⁠ able to do‌ it.

“That​⁠‌ advice isn’t helpful‍ at all, but⁠​‍ at least it’s⁠‍ encouraging.”

When​‌⁠ he stepped out,⁠‍​ the carriage prepared​⁠‌ by Fernan was⁠‍ already waiting.

“We’ve⁠ arrived.”

After‌ a long journey,​ the carriage stopped​‌⁠ in front of‌ an elegant restaurant.‍​

“Why​ here…?”

Wasn’t⁠ this supposed to​ be a formal​‌‌ negotiation with the​ Kingdom?

Why,⁠​⁠ then, were they‍ not at the⁠‌ palace?

“Are​‍‌ you sure this‍‍​ is the place?”‍⁠‌

“Yes,​⁠ sir. If you⁠‌ go in, you’ll‍ find her inside.”​‌

Somewhat⁠‌‌ confused, Aint entered.‍

The​ owner, recognizing him,‍⁠​ led him directly⁠ to a private​ room.

“Welcome,‍ it’s a pleasure‍‍ to see you‌‍ again.”

Someone⁠‌⁠ was waiting for‍ him.

Someone‍​ Aint knew well.‌

“Princess‍⁠‍ Yuli.”

It⁠​‍ was Princess Yuli⁠​ Linelt.

She​ clapped her hands,⁠‌‍ and at once,‌⁠ the table was‍​ filled with dishes‍‌ and delicacies.

“First⁠‌ of all, on​‌ behalf of the​‌​ Kingdom of Linelt,‍‌‍ I want to‍‌‌ express my gratitude‌​‌ to Young Master⁠ Aint.”

Yuli‌⁠‍ stood and bowed‌ respectfully.

“Thanks​​ to you, Linelt‍‌ survived. And although⁠⁠​ the people were​ engulfed in despair,​‌ they did not⁠⁠​ lose hope.”

“I⁠ only did what⁠ I had to⁠‌ do.”

“And⁠ doing what’s right​ is the hardest​ thing in this​ world.”

With​⁠ a smile, she‌⁠⁠ dipped a piece‍ of bread into‌‌⁠ the hot soup⁠‌​ and continued.

“Please,⁠ eat. It’s much‍​ tastier when it’s​‌​ still hot.”

“Thank‌ you, I will.”​‍​

The⁠​‍ food was truly​‌ delicious.

As‍⁠‍ he ate the‍​ soup, Aint recalled⁠ Fernan’s advice.

“In​ every negotiation, there’s‍⁠ a dominant side‍‌ and a weak‍ one. And this‌ time, you’re the‌ dominant side.”

Aint​ was the hero​‍ who had saved⁠‍​ Linelt, and it⁠ was inevitable that​​ the Kingdom would‍⁠ be in the⁠ more desperate position.⁠

“Whoever​‍ speaks first can⁠ tip the balance.‍‍‍ Don’t reveal what‌ you want immediately.​‌ Make the other⁠‌⁠ side start to‍⁠ beg or ask—that‌⁠‍ will give you‍ the upper hand.”⁠

‘I​⁠⁠ mustn’t bring up​‍ the main topic‌ first. I have⁠​​ to let her⁠‍ mention it first…’‌⁠⁠

So‍‍ he decided to‍ circle around the​‍‌ topic, beat around⁠‍ the bush, make​‌‌ her impatient.

He‍⁠ began with idle‍ talk.

“The⁠‍​ food is excellent.​ The chef must‍ be very skilled.”⁠‍

“Isn’t​ it? He was‌‍⁠ the palace’s head⁠ chef. His talent‍⁠ was so great​‌ His Majesty highly‍ valued him.”

“I‌‍ see.”

“If‍ Young Master Aint‍ ever wants to⁠‌‌ come here, you’ll​ always be welcome‌‌‌ free of charge.​⁠ Just give notice.”‌

But‌‍ then—

“Today’s​ weather is splendid,⁠‍ don’t you think?‌⁠ The clear sky,‍ not a single‌‍‌ cloud—it makes me‌​⁠ feel the future‍‍ of Linelt will‍ be just as‌‍ bright.”

“I‌‌‌ agree.”

“How⁠‍​ warmhearted you are.⁠‍‍ You are exactly‌‌ as you appear​ to be.”

“…You‌‌ flatter me too⁠ much.”

“I⁠ don’t usually give⁠​ empty compliments.”

Something‌‍ felt off.

“I’ve​⁠ heard the capital’s⁠‌⁠ reconstruction is progressing‍‌ quickly.”

“The‌ Golden Turtle Guild​⁠‍ has proven to⁠‍⁠ be far more​ competent than we​ imagined.”

“I’m‌​‍ glad. I hope⁠‍​ the citizens can⁠⁠ return to their‌ homes soon.”

“Thank⁠ you. If everyone‌ heard those words​⁠ from you, they​‍‍ would feel very​ comforted. Ah, could⁠ you accompany me⁠‌ to visit them?‍⁠ It would be‍‌ a great support​ for them.”

The⁠ conversation continued without‌⁠⁠ touching the main​‌ topic.

When‍ he regained a sense of time,⁠ two hours had​‌​ already passed, and​⁠‍ somehow he had‍‍‍ agreed to visit‌⁠⁠ the refugees with⁠‌ the princess.

‘…Is‍​​ this okay?’

Why‌​ am I the​ one who feels⁠‍ more nervous?

Finally,‌⁠ disobeying Fernan’s advice,‍ Aint decided to‍ take the initiative.‍​​

“Excuse‍⁠ me, but about‍‍‌ the purpose of‌ this meeting…”

“Ah,‍‌‍ right.”

She‍‍ took out a bunch of keys.‌

“What’s‌‍ that?”

“His‌⁠ Majesty plans to⁠‍ grant you a medal and hold‌⁠‌ an official ceremony​‌ at the palace.​ But the Kingdom’s⁠⁠⁠ circumstances are difficult,​ and we cannot⁠ offer you an​‍‍ appropriate public reward.”⁠‍​

“I⁠‌​ had heard that⁠ already.”

“But‌ still, someone who⁠⁠‍ saved the kingdom​ deserves something tangible.”‌⁠‌

“This‌​ is one of⁠⁠ the royal treasury’s‌​ secret vaults abroad.‍ From today, it’s‌ yours. Believe me,‌ you won’t be‍‍ disappointed.”

The​⁠‌ official treasury of‌‌‍ the Kingdom of‍‌⁠ Linelt was practically​ depleted.

But​‍‌ Linelt, once a trade intermediary between⁠ the Empire and‌‍ the northern kingdoms,‌ had always been‍​‌ prosperous.

Both‍⁠ the royal family⁠‌ and nobles owned‌​ multiple secret vaults‍‍ abroad.

Many​⁠⁠ of those vaults⁠ had already been‌‍ emptied to fund​‍ reconstruction, but not​‍​ all. They had​​ to keep something‍‍ to survive.

What‍‍ had been given⁠ to Fernan—and now‍‍⁠ to Aint—were precisely‍ those remaining vaults.‍⁠

“So⁠‍ let’s leave the​​​ heavy topics for‍ another time.”

“…Yes,⁠⁠​ thank you… Pardon?”‍⁠

Wasn’t‌‌ that the topic​⁠‌ they were supposed⁠‌ to discuss today?​⁠‌

Were‍ there more?

“What‍⁠ do you mean‌ by another topic?”‍​​

“What‌‌⁠ I mentioned earlier—visiting‍⁠ the citizens.”

Aint⁠ didn’t manage to‌​ leave until two⁠ hours later.

“…What⁠⁠ was that?”

— Nothing strange.

It‌ just means you⁠‍⁠ have a new‌​ official commitment tomorrow.‌

The‍‌⁠ next day, he⁠​ would visit the‍‍‌ refugees with Princess⁠ Yuli.

***​⁠​

Time⁠ passed quickly, and‍‌ white snow quietly‌‍ covered the ruins‌​‌ of the Kingdom​ of Linelt’s capital.⁠⁠

During‌‍ that time, Aint​ went on several‌​‌ tours with Princess‌ Yuli, while Fernan⁠​ wrapped up the​ last pending matters.‍

“With‌‍ this, there’s no​‍ longer any reason​‌‍ for me to‌​ stay involved personally.”‍⁠‍

The⁠‍ overall picture was‌ fully outlined, and‌⁠ everything was proceeding‍‍ smoothly.

He⁠ had even fine-tuned‍ the minor details,‌⁠ so Fernan’s direct‌‌ involvement was no⁠⁠​ longer needed.

The‌‌⁠ rest was in‍​‌ the hands of‍⁠​ the Golden Turtle‌ Guild’s administrative staff.⁠

Finally,​ the time had‍‍ come to leave⁠‌ Linelt.

“It‍ was a productive​ time. Now I must return to⁠⁠‍ my main work.”⁠‌

The‍​ Mercenary King had‍ already departed two‌‌‌ days earlier to​​ reorganize the Mercenary‍​ Guild, which had‌ fallen into chaos​ after the storm⁠‌ of events.

“And​‌ you, Luina, what⁠ will you do?”‌‌

“I‍ will return to⁠‍ Bercheff. It’s been⁠​ a long time‌⁠ since I saw‍ my father. I’m⁠‌‌ sure he’ll be⁠‍ glad about my‍⁠‍ achievements.”

“I’m​‍⁠ sure he will.‌ Your level is‌‍ already almost equal‍ to his.”

“I‍​‍ meant that I’ve​‌‌ been able to⁠⁠ pay off a large part of​‍⁠ my debt, actually.”‍⁠⁠

“…”‍‍​

“That⁠ was a joke.”⁠​

Though⁠⁠ it wasn’t entirely‍ a joke—she had‍‌ managed to significantly​​⁠ reduce her debt.⁠‍

Even‌ without counting the​⁠‌ profits from the⁠⁠ adamantite sword auction,⁠ the Kingdom of‌ Linelt had granted‌‍ her a considerable‍‍ material reward for⁠‍ her merits.

“How​⁠ much money were​⁠ these people hiding…?”‌‍​ Fernan muttered to‌​ himself.

“I​ learned a lot​⁠ during my duel‌⁠ with Lord Garrett.‍​‌ Together with my⁠​​ father, I plan‌⁠ to use that​ knowledge to try⁠‌ to become a Royal Knight.”

“I’m⁠⁠‍ sure you’ll succeed.”‌‌​

“And​‌ you’ll become an​​​ Archmage.”

“I‍‌ have no intention‍‌‍ of doing so.”‌

“You⁠ never know.”

With⁠​ a smile, Luina‌‍​ departed for Bercheff.‍‍⁠

“I‍ should head to‌‍‍ the main residence⁠ as well.”

“The‌ territory of Armian⁠ has expanded, so​‍‍ you’ll have plenty⁠ to take care‌ of.”

“Yes.⁠‍‌ It’s all thanks‌⁠ to you, senior.‍⁠‌ I’m grateful.”

Aint‍‍ also departed for‍⁠ Armian.

“And‌‌ I… hmm…”

“You‌ just have to​‍ follow me.”

“And​‍‌ my will?”

“Do‍ you think such⁠ a thing really⁠⁠ exists?”

“…Seriously?”‍‍⁠

At​​‌ Fernan’s retort, Gismond​⁠​ shut his mouth.⁠‍‌

He​‌ had many things‌‍‍ he wanted to​‌ say, but none⁠​ he dared to​⁠‌ utter.

“By‍‌ the way, where‍​ do you plan‌ to go? To⁠⁠ Pellenberg?”

“I’m‌ going to the‌‌​ Dragon God Cult.”⁠‍‌

“To‌‌ the Cult, all‌ of a sudden?”‍‍

“It’s‌ time.”

“Time?‌​‌ For what?”

Fernan‍​⁠ didn’t answer.

Instead,​‍‌ he unfolded the‍​ day’s newspaper.

【Rosalia​‍​ Vienderk challenges the‌‍ title of Archmage.⁠ Her opponent: the⁠ duke and court⁠​ mage of the⁠ Kingdom of Helpen,‍‌​ Vardor Erbeto.】

【First⁠‍⁠ duel for the​‌ title of Archmage​ in 15 years!⁠ The entire continent’s‍‍ attention is on‌​ it!】

“Professor‍ Rosalia is going‍ to challenge the⁠‍ title of Archmage?”⁠⁠

Impossible.⁠‌⁠

That‍‌ was something that​ never happened in‌​‍ the original version​‌​ of the novel.⁠

In‍ that version, Rosalia⁠​ was accused of⁠‍ having summoned the​‍‌ demon number 71,‌‌ Seir, during the⁠‍​ Continental Magic Conference,‌ and disappeared together‍‌​ with Fernan, both‌ condemned as traitors.‍

‘What‌‍⁠ a butterfly effect…’‍‌ thought Fernan, satisfied.‍

Fortunately,‍ this time the‍ change wasn’t for​ the worse.

‘Perhaps‌⁠​ the author had⁠⁠ Fernan falsely accused⁠ and disgraced just​ to balance the⁠⁠‌ story.’

A fairly reasonable theory.​

“Yes.⁠​ The seed I planted is finally​‍‍ blooming.”

Isn’t‍ it exciting?

“The‍ birth of a new Archmage.”

“You​ seem convinced that‍ Professor Rosalia will⁠ win.”

“Of​​ course.”

“She‌​‍ was my choice.”​⁠‌

“Do‌‍ you think I’d‍‍ invest in something⁠‍‌ without potential?”

Fernan⁠​ smiled with absolute⁠ confidence.

***​​

“They’re‌‌‌ waiting for you.”⁠​​

Creeeak—‌

The​ massive doors of​ the throne hall​ opened.

The‌‍‌ man once known‌ as Count Patrick⁠ Pirandello took a deep breath and‌⁠ stepped inside.

The‍‌⁠ great hall, majestic⁠‌‌ and decorated with​‌ golden tapestries, was‍⁠​ empty.

Only‍⁠ a lone figure​​ seated on the‌​‌ throne, cloaked in⁠ shadows, watched him‍​ from above.

Patrick⁠​ advanced and knelt⁠ down.

“I‍‌‌ greet Your Majesty.”‌​⁠

“……”⁠​‍

“I‌ beg your forgiveness.​​‌ My ineptitude ruined‍​ the plan.”

The‍‌‍ silence fell heavy​‌ as lead.

A single second felt‍​‍ like an eternal‌​ minute.

“I’m⁠‍​ disappointed.”

Those‌‍ words, spoken without‌ any emotion, chilled⁠ him to the‍⁠ core.

“Borges.”​

“Yes,‌ Your Majesty.”

The‌⁠ man, Borges, bowed⁠⁠ his head even​ lower.

“You‌⁠ have failed.”

“I​‍⁠ offer my life⁠⁠‌ in apology.”

“It⁠ is not for⁠‌ you to decide⁠ when you die.⁠‌​ Don’t be arrogant.”‍

“My‌⁠‍ apologies.”

“Go​ to Grunard. You’ll⁠ carry out a mission under Harzen’s​ command.”

“Yes,‍​​ Your Majesty.”

Grunard​​ was one of‍⁠ the northern kingdoms.‌‌

Not‌⁠ as powerful as‌​⁠ Alprosen or Heinburg,‌ the great realms,‍‍⁠ but with enough​​⁠ strength to influence‍ the region.

“Now‌‌ speak.”

“Tell​ me what happened,‌​​ and how.”

“Tell‍​ me how that‌‍‌ Fernan Pellenberg manipulated⁠‍​ you…”

“And‌ how it is⁠ that he now‌‍⁠ commands the power‌ of humanity’s enemies.”​

In‍​⁠ the throne’s shadow,‍​ the monarch’s eyes⁠‌ glowed with a cold light.

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