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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 258

Chapter 258

The​‍‌ whole world was⁠ horrified by the‍​ appearance of the⁠⁠​ demons.

Officially,​​ it was already‌‍‍ the third time‍​⁠ after Bercheff and‌ the Academy, and‌‌ in total, four⁠ demons had been⁠‍ summoned.

No‌ one considered them‌ mere legends of‌ the past anymore,⁠‌ nor thought they‌​​ were simple coincidences.‌‌​

The‌ demons were descending,⁠​ without a doubt.⁠

The‍​ world was heading⁠ toward a great‍‌ war, like the‍ one a thousand⁠‍ years ago.

The‌​ only fortune was⁠‍⁠ that, just as‍ there was once⁠ a hero who‍‍ defeated the demons,‍‍‍ now there was‍​ also a hope‌​ called Aint Armian.⁠‍

And‍ along with that​ news came another‍‍ encouraging one.

【The​​ professor of the⁠​‌ Imperial Academy Armian,⁠‌⁠ Rosalia Vienderk, challenges‌ the title of⁠‌ Archmage. Will a new Archmage be⁠​ born?】

A new contender for⁠‌​ the title of‍⁠ Archmage.

In‍⁠ a time where​⁠⁠ a war against‌ demons loomed, the⁠‍⁠ possibility of a new superhuman emerging​⁠ represented another spark‍ of hope.

The​​ more powerful people‍⁠‌ capable of crushing⁠ demons, the better.​‍

Tap.‍

Fernan​​ disembarked from the⁠​⁠ ship alongside Hyde⁠ and Gismond.

The‌​⁠ place they arrived​​ at was Eargrath,​ the holy city⁠ that the first​‌​ Emperor had given⁠ to the Cult⁠ of the Dragon‍ God, and which‌‍⁠ bore the name​ of the first‍​​ Pope.

As‌‌ the main headquarters​ of the Cult,​​ Eargrath was always⁠‌ full of pilgrims‌ and visitors.

But​‍ that day, it‌‌ was even more⁠ impressive.

Gismond‌⁠​ was astonished by‍ the sea of‌ people crowding the‌‌ streets, with no‌ room even to‌‍ move.

“Is⁠ it always this⁠‍ crowded?”

“Not‌‍‌ quite, but there’s‌ a special event‍ coming soon.”

“All‍⁠ this for the​‍​ new Archmage selection?”‌

“Actually,​‌ it’s for the‌ Great Duel of‌⁠⁠ the Dragon God.‍‌‍ Mages who have​‌ reached superhuman rank‌‌ fight with their​​⁠ full power. Where⁠ else could you⁠ see a spectacle​ like that?”

“You’re⁠⁠⁠ right.”

Seeing‌ mages at the⁠‌ Grand Sorcerer level‌⁠​ in all-out combat‌‍ was something that—even​‌‍ in a world⁠​‌ rich with entertainment—drew‍⁠⁠ crowds.

Fernan​⁠‌ had thought attendance⁠ wouldn’t be so​ massive due to⁠​​ transportation limitations, but​⁠ he had been⁠​‍ completely wrong.

Eargrath,‍‌ as the holy‍‍​ city devoted to⁠‌⁠ the White Dragon,‌ was impeccably built.‍⁠⁠

The​ avenues were wide‍ and clean, and‍ the tall buildings​‌ rising around them‌‌ revealed that this​⁠ was a meticulously⁠‌‍ planned city.

“Wow…”⁠​

Gismond‍‌ watched in awe.⁠⁠‍

The‍‍ Academy had already⁠ seemed impressive to‍‌ him, but Eargrath​‌⁠ was on another⁠‍‍ level.

The‌‍‍ numerous statues of​‍ the White Dragon⁠⁠⁠ sculpted all over⁠ the city looked⁠ so lifelike one‍​​ might expect them‌​ to fly at‌ any moment.

“Hop⁠⁠ in, senior. We’ll‌⁠⁠ go by carriage.”​⁠

“With⁠⁠​ so many people,⁠⁠‍ will we be​​⁠ able to move?”​

“Of‌‍‍ course.”

Clop,‌​​ clop—

Though⁠ the crowd was‍ enormous, the main‍‍‍ roads were clearly‍⁠ divided between pedestrian⁠ and carriage lanes,‌‌ so moving wasn’t‌​ difficult.

At⁠‌⁠ that moment, Gismond‍​ noticed a huge‍ line along the‍‍ side of the‍⁠ road.

“What’s‍​‍ that line for?”‍​‌

“To​‍⁠ buy tickets.”

“Tickets?”‌‌​

“To‍‍ enter the stadium‍‍⁠ and watch the‌​​ Great Duel of‍ the Dragon God,‌⁠​ of course.”

“…They‍ charge for that?”⁠⁠

“The‍​⁠ Great Duel of​⁠​ the Dragon God,‌​‌ along with the​​‍ Royal Knight Challenge​‌​ fights, is one​ of the most‍​ popular spectacles in‌ the world. Of​‍‌ course they sell‍ tickets.”

And‍‌ the authority to‌ do so, naturally,​ belonged to the​‍‍ Cult of the⁠‌⁠ Dragon God and⁠⁠​ the imperial family.​⁠

“Sometimes‍​‌ I think being⁠⁠​ part of royalty‌​​ wouldn’t be so‍‍​ bad, just for⁠‍ having that privilege…”‍

But​‌‍ becoming emperor just‌ for an event⁠⁠ that happened once⁠‍​ every few decades‌​​ didn’t make sense,‍ so he had‌​ never tried.

“…So⁠‌‍ that line’s for⁠ tickets, huh?”

Even‍‍⁠ in this world,​‍ getting tickets was‍⁠ a war.

Although,‍ come to think​‌‍ of it, it‍‌⁠ was understandable.

Who‌ would want to​‍ miss a real‍ battle between an​​‌ Archmage and a contender aspiring to‌⁠​ that title?

This‍ wasn’t a simple​‍‍ duel of fists—this​‍⁠ was true magic⁠ at its finest.‌

“Don’t‍⁠⁠ we have to​ wait in line?”​⁠

“Sometimes​​‍ you ask strange​ questions, senior.”

“Huh?⁠ What… oh?”

Right,‍⁠ he forgot—it was‍‌‍ Fernan Pellenberg.

“Special⁠ edition! Special edition!”⁠

Street​​ vendors tossed newspapers‍​ to either side‌ as they ran‍‌‍ through the streets.​

【Archmage‌ Vardor Erbeto arrives​ in Eargrath.】

【Countdown​‍ to the Great​‍‍ Duel of the⁠​ Dragon God—the decisive⁠ day will be‍ February 1st, in‍ three days!】

It​ was the news‍ that Bador Erbeto,‍ Duke of Helfen‍ and court mage,‌‍ whom Rosalia Vienderk⁠ had selected as‍ her opponent, had​​⁠ just arrived in⁠ the city.

“So,‍⁠ only three days⁠ left.”

“It’ll⁠‍⁠ be a unique⁠⁠ experience. Challenges for‌‌‍ the title of‌ Royal Knight or‍ Archmage are such​​‌ rare events that‍​ most people never⁠ witness even one⁠⁠⁠ in their lifetime.”​‍

After‌ all, superhumans who‌⁠ surpassed the limits​⁠ of humanity couldn’t​‍‌ be “mass-produced.”

Precisely‍⁠ because they were‌​ few and powerful,‌ they were special.‍⁠

The‍⁠ carriage moved forward‌‍‍ until it reached​⁠ the great white⁠ temple at the​‍⁠ center of the‍ city, where a colossal statue of​ the White Dragon‍‍ greeted them majestically.‌​

It​‍‌ was the main‍ headquarters of the⁠⁠ Cult of the‍​ Dragon God—the Grand‍⁠​ Sanctuary.

“That‌‌ statue is enormous‍⁠⁠ and beautiful. If‌‌ I sold it,⁠ how much do‌​ you think it’d​ be worth…?”

Gismond‌ heard Fernan’s murmur​ but wasn’t surprised.‌​‌

After‌ all, he was‍​‌ already used to​ him relating everything‌‍‍ to money.

“Big⁠ brother!”

The​⁠ three met Jace‌ Vines, the saint‌‍ of the Cult‌ of the Dragon⁠⁠‌ God, who had⁠​​ recently returned after‌​ pausing his relief⁠ efforts.

“It’s‌‍‍ good to see​⁠⁠ you. We’ve been‍ waiting for you.”​‍

“And⁠‌‌ His Holiness?”

“He’s​⁠⁠ waiting inside.”

“Senior,‌ get some rest‌ first. You too,‌ Hyde.”

“Understood.”‍‍‍

“Yes,⁠ young master.”

The‍ priests guided Gismond‍‍ and Hyde, while⁠ Fernan followed Jace‍ into the sanctuary.⁠

“His‌‌‌ Holiness was very​‍ glad to hear‍‍ you were coming.”‌⁠‌

“Did‌⁠ he really expect‌‌‌ me?”

“There’s‌‌‌ good news, but​‍ I’m not the‍⁠ one who should‍⁠ tell you. I’m‍⁠‌ sure you’ll be⁠​​ happy when you‌‌​ hear it.”

“That​⁠ sounds promising.”

If‍ the Pope himself⁠⁠ wanted to say​‍ it in person,​ it had to⁠‌​ be something important.‌

Jace⁠ led him to‍‌ the Pope’s Garden,‌ one of the⁠⁠‌ most sacred places‍​ in the Grand‍ Sanctuary.

It⁠ was a small​‌ garden next to‌​ the papal office,‍⁠‍ with a fountain‍​ that sprang into‍​ a central pond‌⁠ and a sculpture‌ of the White‍​‍ Dragon roaring elegantly.‍​⁠

“Welcome.”⁠‍​

“I⁠‌⁠ greet Your Holiness.”​‍

“Hohoho,‌ I’m glad to​ see you, my​‍⁠ child.”

The⁠‍ Pope welcomed him‍​‌ with his usual⁠​ kind smile.

As‌⁠ always, he conveyed​‍​ a serene warmth,‍ a sense of​‌ peace similar to‌​ that of a kind grandfather.

‘Though⁠⁠‍ my real grandfather⁠ loved money more⁠ than his grandchildren,​ so maybe not⁠​ quite.’

The​​ grandson also loved‍ money more than‌⁠ his grandfather, so‍ it didn’t affect​​ him much.

In​​​ the end, even‌​ though his grandfather⁠‍ loved money too‌​​ much, it wasn’t​​‌ like he hadn’t‌‍‌ cared.

He⁠ had taught him⁠ many things; in⁠​​ fact, one could‍⁠ say that more‌ than half of⁠‌‍ who Fernan was​‌ today was thanks⁠‌‍ to him.

In⁠​ any case, returning⁠ to the point—no‌​​ matter how kind‍‌⁠ that old man‍ from the neighborhood‌ seemed, he was‍⁠⁠ still the Pope.​‌​

It⁠ was true that⁠​ his nature was⁠​‌ gentle and compassionate,‍‌ but behind that​ smile lay centuries‍​​ of experience and‌ magic.

If‌ one let their‍⁠ guard down and⁠‍ laughed too carelessly⁠‌ with him, they‌‌ could end up‍ with empty pockets.​

In‍​⁠ fact, after meeting‌‌ with the Pope,‌ many wealthy nobles⁠ ended up donating‌⁠ large sums to​ the Cult without​‍⁠ really knowing how​⁠⁠ it happened.

That’s​‍‌ why, when meeting‌​‌ His Holiness, one‍‍⁠ had to keep⁠​ their mind completely‍‌​ clear.

“I’m​ so glad to⁠ see you after‍‍ such a long‌⁠ time. Please, sit.”​​‌

Fernan⁠‌ sat across from​ the Pope.

A cup of coffee‍‍ and several sweets‍⁠‍ were already waiting‌‌ for him on​⁠​ the table.

“I‍⁠ prepared the coffee‌‌ you like so⁠‌‍ much.”

“Thank​​ you, Your Holiness.”‍

“You’ve​‍ changed quite a bit.”

The⁠​ Pope stroked his‍⁠⁠ white beard as‍‌ he spoke.

“I‌‌‌ heard about your‌​ performance in the‌ Kingdom of Linelt.‌ What dark times​⁠‌ we live in—the‍‌ demons descend into‌⁠ this world as‍⁠‌ if it were⁠⁠ their home.”

“I‌‌‍ didn’t do much.‍ We were able‌ to stop them​⁠​ thanks to Aint‍⁠​ Armian.”

“You’re​⁠ still just as‍ modest. Though I believe it’s time⁠ you acknowledge your‌​⁠ own merit…”

“I’m⁠ a merchant, not​‍‌ a mage.”

“Being‌ more of a merchant doesn’t erase​‌​ your identity as​​ a mage.”

“Just​‌⁠ as I, being‌‍ Pope and servant‌‍ of God, am⁠‍‍ still a mage⁠⁠‍ at heart.”

The‍‍⁠ Pope took a sip of his‌ hot tea.

“Is‍ that so?”

“It​ seems you don’t​‍ share my view.”‍​

The⁠‍‍ Pope let out⁠‍‌ a small laugh,‍‌​ shaking his head.​

“In​⁠ any case, I thank you for‍⁠ having defeated the⁠ enemy of the‍​ Cult. This incident⁠‌ has made me‍‍ reflect deeply. We​⁠⁠ should be the⁠⁠ ones, above all,​ to understand the‌‌​ nature of demons‍⁠​ first, and yet…”​

It‍‌ hadn’t always been⁠ this way.

In​‌ the war a thousand years ago,​ the priests of​‌⁠ the Cult were‌‌ the ones who​‌ traveled across the‍⁠⁠ continent searching for​ traces of demons​‌​ and corrupt beings.‍‍

They​ were the fastest​‍ scouts, second only‌‍ to the first‍ Emperor.

But‌​ over the centuries,​⁠ the vigilance against⁠⁠ demons had weakened,⁠⁠⁠ and the Cult’s‌ search capabilities had⁠​ greatly deteriorated.

“It‍ was an age⁠ of peace, wasn’t‌​⁠ it?”

“It​​‌ was. Peace ended‌​‍ the moment the⁠‌​ demons descended.”

The⁠⁠‍ Pope refilled his‍ cup with tea.​​‍

“I‍​​ imagine there’s something​​ you wish to​ ask of me,⁠‍ Your Holiness.”

“How‌​ could the Cult‍ remain idle while‍‍ demons roam freely?‍⁠⁠ I wish to‌‍‍ send priests throughout‌⁠⁠ the continent to‌​ fulfill the Dragon⁠‍ God’s will and​ eradicate evil.”

That‌ was something the⁠⁠‍ Cult could do‌‍⁠ without involving Fernan.⁠‍

The​ fact that he‍‌ mentioned it directly‍⁠‌ could only mean‌‌ one thing—he wanted‌‌‌ something from him.‌⁠‍

And‍⁠⁠ Fernan already suspected‌​ what it was.​‌‌

“But,​​ as you know,‌⁠ though our devout‍⁠‍ serve God and​‌ gladly accept suffering,⁠⁠‌ those who fight‍⁠‌ against the evil⁠ that threatens the‍⁠⁠ world deserve proper‌​ compensation, don’t you⁠‍ think?”

“Then⁠‌​ do it, Your​‌ Holiness.”

“I‍ would love to,‌‍⁠ but where will​‍ the servants of‌‍ God get money‌ from?”

Ah,​ of course.

The‌‌​ Cult of the‌ Dragon God was⁠ the continent’s largest⁠​ distributor of magical⁠‍⁠ objects and artifacts,⁠ and enormous wealth‌⁠‍ flowed constantly into⁠‍‍ it.

And,‌‌ considering that its​‌ biggest client was​ precisely the Pellenberg‍⁠⁠ family, Fernan knew⁠⁠ very well how‍‌ rich the Cult‌​​ truly was.

‘Of‌ course, those who⁠⁠‍ have the most‌‌ are always the⁠​‍ ones who ask‌‍​ for the most…’⁠​

Fernan‌⁠‍ suppressed a sigh⁠​‌ at the Cult’s‌‍ greed and stinginess.‌⁠

“And​​ then, while I was thinking about‌ it, a miraculous‌​‌ idea came to‌ me.”

The​​‍ Pope continued with⁠⁠ an inspired tone.‍

“I‌ remembered that the⁠ Pellenberg family’s hotels‍ are spread across‍‍‌ the entire continent.”⁠

Indeed,‌​ the Golden Turtle​ Guild’s hotels were⁠ distributed throughout all‍ major cities.

“If‍ it’s not too‌​ much trouble, could‌⁠‍ you provide a room, even just​ a stable, for‍ our priests? We⁠‌ don’t ask for‌​‍ meals or luxuries.​ I only wish‍​ for them not⁠‌​ to sleep on⁠‌ the cold ground.”‍‍

The‍​⁠ Pope sighed with​​‍ a worried expression,‍‍ wiping away imaginary​‌ tears.

“Of​​ course, I’m not‍ forcing you. I would never do⁠‌​ such a thing…”‍‍

Refusing‌⁠ at that moment‌⁠‌ would be a political blunder.

But‌⁠ accepting without conditions​⁠‌ would imply a great loss.

“Of‍​‍ course, if the​‍ priests of the​ Cult are working⁠ so hard for‌ the good of​​ the continent, how​​ could I not​ offer a helping⁠‌ hand?”

“Will⁠​‍ you really do​​ it?”

“Yes.​‍ And besides, I couldn’t charge them⁠ money for it.⁠⁠ A glass of⁠‍‍ holy water flowing‍ from this sacred⁠ land will be‍ enough.”

At⁠ that, the Pope​⁠ gave a satisfied‌​​ smile.

“Just‌⁠ a glass of⁠‍​ plain water? How‍ generous you are.”⁠⁠​

“How‌⁠‍ could it be⁠ plain water? If​‌ it comes from​​⁠ the spring that⁠‍​ flows through the⁠ blessed land of‌​ the Dragon God,‌⁠⁠ it can’t be​ considered ordinary.”

Since⁠​ the second Pope,‍ the Cult had​ compiled its Sacred‍‍‌ Scripture, which mentioned‍‌ that in the​ holy land flowed​⁠ an inexhaustible spring‌ of holy water.⁠‍⁠ An absurd legend,​​‌ yes, but irrelevant‍ in this context.‍

“Also,​ if the sacred​ water flows endlessly‍‍ through the blessed​⁠‌ land of the‌‌ Dragon God, there⁠‍⁠ will be no​⁠ burden for the​⁠⁠ priests, don’t you‍‍​ think?”

“Hohoho—you’re​​ still the same‌ as ever. Your⁠‌ grandfather would be‌⁠ very proud of⁠​ you. They say​​ the rich are⁠​⁠ the most miserly,‌‌‌ and you prove‌ it well.”

“I‍⁠​ still have a long way to​ go, Your Holiness.”​

“Actually,⁠ I called you‍ for another matter.”‍​‌

The‌ Pope changed the‌‍ subject without warning.⁠⁠‍

“About‍ Professor Rosalia, right?”⁠​

“I​‍⁠ know you’re connected⁠‍ to her, but​ I don’t mind.​​‍ Whoever her sponsor⁠ may be, the‍‌⁠ emergence of a new power is‌⁠‍ always a cause​‌ for celebration—as long‍⁠ as it’s not⁠ a demon’s deception.”‌​

“Then…​⁠ what is it‌​ about?”

“I​ also sent a letter to Duke​‍ Yvon, but since​ you’re here in​‍ Eargrath, I wanted⁠ to tell you‍ in person.”

“What​‍‌ is it about?”‍

“The⁠‌ Bell of Pasa.”‌‌

“…What?”‌⁠

The‍‍‍ Bell of Pasa—a‌⁠ sacred relic originally⁠‌ kept in the‌‍⁠ border territory of‍‌‌ Altrierc—.

It⁠‍⁠ was said that‍‌‍ when its bells​⁠ rang, monsters were‍‍‍ annihilated and demons⁠‍⁠ lost a great⁠‌‌ part of their‍ power.

That’s​ why corrupt beings‍⁠⁠ had tried to​‌ destroy it again‌ and again, until‍​ they finally succeeded.‍

“That​​ bell has finally‌​‌ been restored.”

The⁠⁠ Bell of Pasa‌⁠‍ had returned to⁠⁠ the world once⁠​ again.

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