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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 259

Chapter 259

The⁠‍ Bell of Pasa.‍

It‍‌⁠ is said that⁠ when its sound​ rings out, monsters‌⁠ vanish and demons​ lose much of​ their power.

Of​⁠‌ course, it wasn’t​ as if a single chime would⁠​​ make monsters disappear,‍​ but if it⁠ at least weakened‍‌‌ demonic energy, that‍⁠ was already extremely​‌​ useful.

And‍⁠ finally, it was⁠⁠ finished.

“Is​‍ it really true?”⁠

“Why‍⁠ would I lie​⁠ to you?”

The⁠​‍ Pope continued speaking.‍

“In‍‌‍ theory, it was⁠‍ rebuilt exactly as‍‌​ described in the‌⁠​ ancient texts. Though‌‍ it hasn’t yet​ been tested in​⁠ practice.”

They​​⁠ couldn’t test it—there​ were no demons‍​ near the Cult⁠‍ of the Dragon‌​ God.

And⁠​‍ if there were,‍ it would mean​​⁠ the Empire had‌⁠⁠ fallen that very​​ day.

“You‍ know that next​‌⁠ week is the​‌ Electors’ Conference, right?‌‍‌
At that meeting,⁠‍​ they’ll discuss where‍ to install the⁠‌‍ Bell of Pasa.‌​⁠ Where do you⁠⁠‍ think it should⁠ be placed?”

“Of⁠​‍ course, on the​⁠⁠ front line.”

“And‍‍⁠ do you know⁠ exactly where the‌​‍ front line is?”​‌​

“No,⁠‍ I don’t.”

He​​ didn’t know for‌‌​ sure, but he​​ had a hunch.​⁠

The⁠⁠ prophecy mentioned a single word—north.

At⁠ first, Fernan thought⁠‌ it referred to​ the north of​ Bercheff, a region‌ infested with monsters,​ always on the⁠ brink of chaos.‌‌

In‌‌ fact, in the⁠​‌ past, armies of⁠⁠ demons and beasts‌‌⁠ had descended from‌‌ there.

But‍ the vision Fernan​ had when he‍​​ obtained that sacred‍⁠‍ text showed a moment much further‍‌‍ in the future.​‌⁠

‘If⁠ we exclude the⁠ north of Bercheff,‌‍ then…’

Beyond⁠‍‍ that lay the‍ northern kingdoms.

Perhaps⁠‌‍ the end of‍‌‍ the world the​‌ prophecy spoke of‌‌ would begin precisely⁠‌‍ there.

After⁠​‌ the Linelt incident,‌ he couldn’t be​⁠⁠ sure those kingdoms⁠‍ hadn’t already been​⁠ infiltrated by the‍⁠⁠ corrupt.

That’s‌‌ why he wanted⁠‍ to place the​​ Bell of Pasa⁠​‌ in the Kingdom⁠ of Linelt.

If​ the demons began‌​ moving from the‍⁠ north, that would‌ be the first‍​‌ place to be‍⁠ attacked—and also the‍ source he could‍⁠⁠ keep “squeezing” for​⁠‍ a long time.​

‘But‍⁠​ it’ll be impossible.’‌

The‍​ Bell of Pasa​ was an imperial‍ relic, a sacred‍ symbol of the⁠ Empire.

No⁠ one would allow‍ it to be‌‍ installed in foreign​ territory.

“Right.​⁠⁠ If we consider‌‍‍ the demons appearing‍​ everywhere, there really⁠​‍ is no clearly​ defined main front.”⁠‌

For⁠​ those who didn’t⁠⁠ know the future,​‌⁠ that was reasonable.‍⁠

So,​⁠‍ in theory, placing⁠ it anywhere made⁠ sense.

“I’m‌ sure the electors⁠ will choose the‌⁠ right location.”

Even‍ though he said‌​ that, Fernan was⁠​‍ already thinking of‌​‌ another plan—to ensure‍ the Bell of‌‌ Pasa was installed​ in Linelt, no‍​‌ matter what.

‘Most‍ of the materials⁠ used to make‍ it were supplied‌​​ by Pellenberg.’

Actually,​⁠ by himself—though under‌ his house’s name.​⁠‍

‘Therefore,⁠‌​ Pellenberg holds primary⁠⁠‌ rights over the⁠ Bell.’

And‌⁠ if it wasn’t​​⁠ something completely absurd,‍​ his opinion would‍ carry weight in‍‍‍ the final decision.‌‌‌

‘If⁠⁠ I can obtain‌‍ proof that the‍ northern kingdoms are⁠ under corrupt influence…’⁠‌

‘If‍ I show that⁠ demons and beasts‌​ are descending from‍ there…’

Then‍⁠ he could fully⁠‍​ justify installing the‌ Bell of Pasa​ in the Kingdom‍⁠‍ of Linelt—or at‍‌ least on the‌‌ northern border of‍ the Empire.

And‍⁠​ if he managed‌‌‌ to place it‌⁠ there, he could⁠ extract even more‌ benefits from Linelt.‌

‘I’ll‌​⁠ have to meet​ with my father.’‍‍​

He⁠ would gain time⁠ to delay the‍⁠ official decision on‌ its location, and⁠‌ meanwhile gather the​‌ necessary evidence.

Without​ fail.

‘I⁠‍ will never allow​‍ the Kingdom of‍⁠ Linelt to fall.’‌⁠

With⁠⁠ the investment he‍ had made there,​ how could he‌‌‍ let it collapse⁠‌ before getting his‍‌ return?

***‍‌‌

The‌​ Cult of the⁠‍​ Dragon God had​ two special secondary‍ palaces.

They​ were residences meant​‍ for participants of​⁠ the Grand Duel​⁠ of the Dragon‍‍ God, and they‌⁠⁠ usually remained unoccupied.⁠⁠

But​⁠ this time, one‍‍⁠ of them had‍⁠ a special guest.‍​

“So,​‌‍ what do you‍‍‍ think of life⁠​‍ in the Cult?”‍

The‍ new resident, Rosalia‌‌ Vienderk, who would⁠ occupy the room⁠‍ for a week,‍‍ extended her hand​​‌ without a word.‌‌‌

Fernan​‌‍ placed in her​‍‍ palm an elegant‌‍‍ wooden box with​ fine cigarettes.

Rosalia‌ brought one to‌‌ her lips and‌‍ lit it.

“Isn’t‌‌ smoking prohibited inside​⁠ the Cult?”

“Don’t‍ be so uptight.‌‍ In places where⁠ there are no‌‍‌ rules, even an‌​⁠ emperor can curse.”‍‍

She‍‌‌ exhaled a thick⁠​‍ cloud of smoke​ and sighed in​‌ relief.

The‍⁠‍ smoke, charged with‍ magical energy, dispersed‍‌‌ without leaving a trace or causing⁠‍ any harm.

“How‍​ does it feel?”⁠‌

“Up‍ until a moment​ ago, terrible.”

“And‍ now?”

“Wonderful.”‌

“That⁠ cigarette contains no​⁠ addictive substances.”

“You’re‍⁠‌ still just as‍ picky. After hunting⁠‌ two demons, you‌‍‍ could at least‍ be a little‌‌‍ more relaxed.”

Rosalia‌ finished the cigarette‌‍ in seconds, stubbed​ it out in‍‌⁠ the ashtray, and⁠ took another.

“It‍​ was Aint who⁠‌​ killed the demons.”⁠

“Please,⁠ spare me those​‍​ lies.”

Rosalia⁠⁠‌ let out a sarcastic laugh.

“So,‍​⁠ when will you‌ let me dissect‌‍ you?”

“…I’d⁠⁠ prefer if you⁠‌⁠ stopped saying such​‌ horrible things.”

“Don’t‌ you find it⁠ curious? Aint Armian​⁠ inherited his power⁠‍‌ by blood, but​​⁠ you—you got it⁠ suddenly, without any‌‌ explanation. And to‍‌​ this day, you’ve⁠ refused to tell​‍​ me the cause.”​‍

“It’s‌‍ because of the‌‌ Dragon Heart.”

The‌⁠ cigarette slipped from​‌⁠ her lips.

Before⁠​ it hit the‌ ground, a swirl‌‌ of sand gently‌ caught it.

“You‍⁠‌ almost ruined a very expensive rug.”‍​

“And​ I nearly wasted​‌‍ a good cigarette.”​​

Rosalia‌‍ calmly picked it‍‍ up and resumed‍⁠​ smoking.

“That’s‍ the excuse you‌​ came up with?”⁠

“What‌⁠‌ do you mean?”⁠⁠

“After‌⁠ defeating Flauros and​ returning to the⁠​ Academy, I asked​​‌ you several times.​‌ And you never​‍ answered. That you​‍‌ do so only​ now can mean​​ just one thing.”​⁠

“That‌⁠ I finally found‍ a believable excuse?”⁠‌‍

“Exactly.​ I know you‍‌‍ too well.”

“What‌⁠ a tiring relationship‍ we have.”

“But​ the part about‌ the Dragon Heart​‍ is true.”

“…Really?”​​

“Yes.”‍​

“Impossible…”⁠‍

Professor‌ Rosalia Vienderk’s eyes‌‍ opened wide. It‌​ was probably the​⁠ day she had‍ shown the most‍ expressions in her⁠⁠⁠ entire life.

“Believe‍⁠ it or not,‍⁠ it’s the truth.”‌

“After‍⁠⁠ this duel, come​​ to my lab.”‍‌

“And⁠ who would go,⁠ when you make​⁠ it so obvious​‍ you want to‌ dissect me?”

“I’m‍⁠ not going.”

Fernan‌⁠ shook his head‍ firmly.

“A‌ Dragon Heart, you​ say? Does that​‌​ mean dragons really⁠ existed?”

“Of‌ course. Aren’t there⁠‍ religions that worship⁠‍​ them and records​‍ that mention them⁠​‌ on multiple occasions?”⁠‍

“I​​ don’t believe in⁠ anything I haven’t⁠‍ seen with my​‌ own eyes.”

She⁠ replied in a calm voice. In​‍​ any case.

“Then,‍‍ are you saying‌​ that Armian’s power‍‌ also comes from‌​​ a dragon? That​ the first emperor⁠‌ had a connection⁠​ with them? And‌ what’s the link‍‌ between demons and⁠‌ dragons that demons⁠‍ would call them‍ adversaries?”

Once‌ a mage’s curiosity​‌ was ignited, nothing⁠‌​ could stop it.⁠

Fernan,​​ knowing she could‍ get trapped in​​ an endless spiral‌ of theories, clapped‌ his hands right⁠‌‍ in front of‌ her face, snapping⁠‌ her out of⁠⁠‍ her thoughts.

“That‍ doesn’t matter now,‍ does it? If‍ you lose this‍ duel, you won’t​ be able to‌ try again for‍ ten years.”

To​‌ prevent reckless challenges,​ any aspirant who​ failed to reach‌‌ the rank of​​‌ Royal Knight or⁠​‍ Archmage had to‌ wait a decade‌‍ before trying again.⁠​​

“Don’t‍⁠ worry. I have‍‍ no intention of‌ losing.”

“I‍⁠ believe you.”

Fernan‌ trusted that Rosalia​​ would win with​ pride, but since‍⁠ her opponent was​⁠ another Archmage, anxiety⁠ was inevitable.

“And​​ you? Have you‌‍ got everything ready?”​⁠‍

“I‌ managed to convince​‍ the rector. The‌​ rest is up‌ to him.”

“If‌ you’ve already persuaded⁠ him, that’s half​ the battle.”

“And​‍​ the other half?”‌​⁠

“That​‌⁠ I become an⁠⁠ Archmage.”

Rosalia‌‍⁠ had waited for⁠⁠‍ this moment for‌ years.

She‍‌ tossed Fernan a stack of documents—they​​ were all the‌ reports and data​⁠ on her opponent,⁠⁠‌ Bador Erbeto.

She​⁠‌ had finished all⁠⁠ her preparations.

“Trust‍ me, Fernan.”

“I’ll⁠ prove to you‍​‍ that your investments‌ never fail.”

“Yes,​​‌ I trust you.⁠​ You must become⁠ an Archmage, professor.”‌

Become​ an Archmage, then​ rector of the‍ Academy, and beyond⁠⁠⁠ that.

“Because​⁠ you still have⁠⁠⁠ to reach the‍‌⁠ dream you desire‍ so much.”

For⁠ her, becoming Archmage⁠‌ or rector were​‍‍ just intermediate steps.​​

She​⁠ wouldn’t stop halfway.⁠

Never.‌‍​

***‍

【Professor‌​ Rosalia Vienderk of‍ the Imperial Armian‍​‌ Academy challenges for‌‌⁠ the rank of‌ Archmage. Will a new Archmage be‍ born?】

“…Interesting.”​⁠‍

Duke‌​⁠ Gransis lowered the​⁠ newspaper with a marked smile on‍ his face.

His​​‍ butler approached with‍​⁠ a glass of‍​ wine and a tray of light‍‍‌ cheese.

“Well‍‍ said. That’s what’s⁠ expected of Vienderk⁠​​ blood.”

“The​​ young lady has‍‌‌ finally done it,⁠⁠ my lord.”

“Rosalia‌ never attempts anything​‍​ without a real⁠ chance. She will‍ become an Archmage.”​​‌

With​​ that, the Vienderk‍‌ lineage would have​‍ three superhumans among⁠⁠‌ their ranks—a Royal‌‌ Knight and two​ Archmages.

“That⁠​ means our family‌‍ will have more​⁠ superhumans than Pellenberg‍​ or even Schwaben.”​

“Congratulations,​ my lord. This‍ is a great‌ day for House‍ Vienderk.”

“Vienderk​⁠⁠ will rise higher‍⁠​ than ever. Higher​ than Pellenberg, higher​ than Schwaben.”

And,​​ of course, far‍​ higher than that‍⁠ ruined house now‍​​ trying to rise‌⁠⁠ again using the​ demon upheaval as‍​‍ an excuse—Armian.

The‌‍ butler, after setting⁠‌​ down the tray,​​​ handed him a report.

“What​‌ is this?”

“A‌‌​ confidential report. Rector‍⁠⁠ Michael Montella is​ pushing the young‍‍⁠ lady as a candidate for succession‌​​ to the position‍​ of rector.”

“So⁠​‌ in the end,‌ she aims to⁠‌ become rector. She⁠‌⁠ could never have⁠⁠​ persuaded Montella alone—that‍⁠ must be Fernan’s​ doing.”

“Then‌‌ there’s a real‍ possibility she’ll succeed.”‍‍‌

“Perhaps.”​​

“The‌ council for electing⁠ a rector is‌​ composed of ten‍ voters, correct?”

“Yes,​ my lord.”

Seven‌ electors, the head‌ of the Knights‌‌⁠ Department, the head​‍​ of the Magic⁠‍ Department, and the⁠ vice-rector.

Among⁠‍‍ them, both the⁠ current head of‌​⁠ the Magic Department⁠‌⁠ and the vice-rector​ were under Pellenberg’s‌​ strong influence.

That‍​‌ already counted as‌​⁠ two votes.

Fridian,‍ one of the‌⁠‌ electors, maintained close‌ friendship with Pellenberg,⁠ and the Cult​ of the Dragon‍​‍ God usually supported​ whoever contributed the⁠‌ most financially.

With⁠​ Pellenberg included, that⁠ made three more.‍⁠⁠

Five⁠ in total. Exactly‍‌ half.

But⁠⁠‌ still one was‍‌⁠ missing to obtain⁠‍⁠ the majority.

Schwaben,​ of course, would‍ vote for their‍‌ own candidate.

Altrierc,⁠⁠ though allied with‍⁠⁠ Pellenberg, had recently​ been receiving “favors”​‌ from Schwaben.

The⁠ head of the‌ Knights Department was‍ also under Schwaben’s‌ patronage.

In‍‍ conclusion, the only​‌​ remaining vote that‍⁠‍ could decide everything‌​‌ was Vienderk’s.

Or‌ so he thought,‍‍ until the butler​​ interrupted.

“Not⁠ exactly, my lord.”‍‌​

“Hm?”⁠‍

“Have​⁠‌ you forgotten Armian?”‍‍

“…Right.​⁠ Armian.”

Since‍ it had withdrawn⁠⁠⁠ to its own‌⁠​ domain, House Armian‌‌⁠ had remained neutral,‍⁠‌ abstaining from voting⁠⁠ in the last⁠​ two rector elections.​⁠

That’s‌ why the duke‍‌ had overlooked it.‌⁠​

“I‍‌‍ doubt they’ll abstain⁠⁠‍ this time.”

“It⁠‌ is said that‌ Aint Armian and⁠‌ Fernan Pellenberg share‌​ a very close​ friendship.”

They⁠​​ had appeared together‍​​ in several newspaper‍‍ articles, and the‌ duke himself, after⁠‌ meeting them, knew‍​‍ their relationship wasn’t⁠​ bad.

“Even​⁠ if it’s not‍ friendship, just look‍‍‌ at the facts—Armian‍⁠⁠ has begun forming‌ a considerable army.‌‍‌ And where do​‍⁠ you think that​‍ money came from?​‍​ Who could have⁠ lent them such‍‌‍ a sum all⁠‌⁠ at once?”

If⁠​ Pellenberg used that‌​ debt to pressure‍ Armian to vote⁠​ for Rosalia, would​ they be able​⁠‌ to refuse?

Impossible.​​​

“Well…”‍

Then​‌ it was nearly‍​ certain.

“She‍‍ will become rector.”​⁠⁠

No​⁠⁠ matter the objections⁠​ of the others.​‍

For​‌⁠ Vienderk, having Rosalia‍⁠ as rector wasn’t​​ a negative outcome‍‍‌ either.

But‍​‍ if their vote⁠ really were decisive,‍‌ they would’ve used‌​ it to negotiate⁠‍⁠ with Pellenberg or​⁠​ Schwaben.

“…What‌⁠ a pity.”

“If‌‌ the young lady⁠ becomes rector, she’ll⁠ return to the​‌ family. The lady​ won’t sit idly‍‌‌ by.”

“I​ don’t care.”

The‍‌​ duke replied without‌⁠ the slightest hesitation.⁠‌‍

“Back‍ then, I made⁠⁠ that decision because⁠⁠ it was the‍ right thing to​‍‍ do. But now…”‌⁠‌

He‌​⁠ looked out the​⁠‌ window, deep in​‌⁠ thought.

“I’m‌‌ not sure that‍‌‌ Rosalia, even as⁠ Archmage and future⁠‍ rector, holds the‍⁠⁠ same value as‍​‌ before.”

He‌​‍ always made the‍​ best possible decision.​⁠

The‍‍‌ one that would‍ bring the most‍‌ prosperity to the‍ family.

The​⁠​ one that would‌‍‍ elevate Vienderk to​ its greatest glory.​

“The‍‌ problem is, I no longer know‍‍‍ whether the current⁠​ Rosalia belongs to​ Vienderk or to​ Pellenberg.”

He​‌‍ murmured in a grave voice.

His​‍​ voice was lost‌⁠ in the silence,​⁠‌ as deep as‍ his doubt.

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