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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 26

Chapter 26

The‍ professors and administrators​⁠‌ of the academy⁠⁠⁠ were discussing how‌‌ to handle the‍‌ corpse of the‍‍​ sea dragon.

More‍ precisely, they were​ debating how to⁠ process the sea​‍​ dragon’s byproducts and⁠​‌ who would claim​⁠ the biggest share‍⁠ of the profits.‍‍

The⁠‌‌ corpse of a spirit beast as​ powerful as a sea dragon represented​⁠‌ an enormous sum‍‍‌ of money and⁠‍ valuable research material.‌‍‍

“I‌‍ believe the majority​‌​ should go to‍ me.”

Professor⁠​ Grad from the⁠ Knight Department raised​ his voice vehemently.⁠

“I⁠‍‌ was the one‍‌⁠ who distracted the‌‍⁠ sea dragon from⁠⁠ the front and‍⁠⁠ inflicted the fatal‌⁠⁠ wound. Thanks to‌ that, we were​ able to bring⁠​ it down relatively‌‍ easily.”

No⁠ one could deny​​ that he was⁠​ the first to‌ charge at the⁠⁠ sea dragon, preventing‍ casualties among the⁠‍ students, and that​ he had confronted‌‌ it head-on to⁠⁠ aid its defeat.​

But​⁠‌ in the face‌⁠​ of greed, such​‍⁠ facts became trivial.‌⁠⁠

“Hold‌ on, Professor Grad.‌‍ If not for⁠ my lightning magic,‍‌ the sea dragon‌​ would’ve wreaked havoc⁠‍ for much longer.”‍

“I‌ was the one​‍⁠ who pierced its⁠⁠​ heart with my⁠‍ spear, Grad.”

“If‌‍‌ we’re going to‍ say the kill‍ matters most, then‌​ it’s unfair to‌​⁠ ignore that I evacuated the most‍​ students.”

The​​⁠ professors’ voices escalated⁠ one after another⁠⁠‌ until the head‌ of the Administration‌⁠ Department calmed them⁠ down.

“Rather⁠‍⁠ than the distribution,‍‌ isn’t it more⁠‌⁠ important to decide⁠​⁠ to whom and‌‍ how it will⁠​ be sold, and⁠​ for how much?‍ The split can‌⁠ come after.”

“…Not​⁠ a bad idea.”‍​

“I⁠‌ agree.”

Since‍ the value of​⁠⁠ a spirit beast’s⁠‌ corpse decreases over‍‍‌ time, several professors⁠ nodded.

“And⁠ you’ll handle that?”‍​

“Of⁠‌ course. If it’s⁠​ going to be‌​ sold in the‌⁠​ academy’s name, it’s​ only right that⁠ we manage it.”‍

“And⁠‌ in exchange?”

“We’re​ not asking much.‌‌‌ Just a modest‍‌ compensation for the‌ effort…”

“Ridiculous!”‌

“Don’t⁠ be absurd!”

While‍⁠ the Administration Department⁠ usually handled the⁠‌⁠ academy’s internal affairs,‍‍⁠ it had no‌​ rights over the‌ byproducts of monsters⁠ that appeared during‍‌‌ practical classes.

The​‌ attempt to quietly‍​ take a cut‍‍ was rejected on‌‌ the spot, and​‌ the department head‍ crossed his arms‌ in displeasure.

“But‍ aren’t all of‍​‍ you busy? This‍‌ isn’t a minor‌ matter, and selling‍ something like this‍‍ takes effort.”

“Pff,​ if there’s anything​ the academy has​‍‍ plenty of, it’s​‌ rich people and​‌ nobles.”

Even​‍ the heir to‍​‌ the richest family‌⁠ on the continent‍‍ was a student⁠⁠ at that academy.⁠‍

“No,⁠‍ wait a moment.‍‌ I don’t want⁠⁠⁠ to sell anything.​​‍ I’d rather receive⁠ the byproducts directly.”​

“Same⁠ here. Especially the⁠ sea dragon’s mana​ core…”

“Then‌​⁠ pay the market‌‍​ price.”

“What‍‍‍ kind of nonsense​‌ is that?”

The‍⁠ professors split into​ two camps: those​ who wanted the⁠ byproducts directly, and‍ those who preferred‌‍​ selling them and​ splitting the profits.⁠

After‌​⁠ much debate, they‌ finally reached a conclusion.

“Then⁠ let’s sell to‌​ the highest bidder.⁠ And anyone who⁠‌​ wants a specific​⁠ byproduct must pay‍​‍ above that price.‌‌‌ The money will​‌ be divided according​⁠‌ to contribution.”

“So‌​‌ be it.”

The‌​⁠ first to be‌ contacted, of course,⁠‍ was Pellenberg.

***⁠‌​

The​ sun had already​ risen.

Hearing​​ the chirping of​⁠ sparrows, Fernan finally​​ stretched and loosened‍‍ his stiffened body.‌‍‌

Knock,⁠ knock.

“Come‌​ in.”

“You​ haven’t slept at​⁠ all, have you?”‌​‌

“I’ve‍ always had it‍​​ in my head,‍ but when I try to put‍⁠‌ it on paper,​⁠ I run into‍ a thousand obstacles.”‌

Dozens‍‍ of papers and⁠‌‌ empty ink bottles⁠​ were scattered across⁠ Fernan’s room.

“Well,‍​ the object in⁠‍‍ question deserves it…”‍⁠​

A colossal 10-meter golem.‌

With⁠⁠ much of its⁠​⁠ body made of⁠ mithril and adamantite.‌‌ Nearly divine functions,‌ difficult to integrate.​‍‍ And on top⁠ of that, autonomous‌ consciousness.

Not⁠ something one could‍ approach lightly.

“But⁠ come on, if‌⁠​ we’re going to‍‌ build a golem‍ with adamantite and‌​ mithril, it needs⁠‍ to have those‍⁠​ kinds of functions.​ Otherwise, it’d be‍ a waste of‍⁠⁠ minerals.”

“That’s⁠‌ true… but is‌⁠‍ it really possible‍ to build a golem with ego…?”​‍

An⁠ “ego golem” had​​ never existed in‌‍ the world. If⁠‍ it were possible,​‍ it would’ve already‌⁠ been invented. And​‌ if one emerged,​‍ it would be​ a magical revolution.‌‍⁠

“Don’t​ doubt it. I’ve‍​ seen the potential.”⁠‌⁠

The⁠ proof was Gardner​ Alfenparsen’s legendary ego‌ sword, left by‌​ the First Emperor.‍⁠​ If a soul‌‌​ could dwell in‌ a mithril sword,⁠ then it could⁠‌ inhabit a golem‌‍‍ too.

“Certainly…⁠ I didn’t know⁠​‌ mithril had that​‌​ kind of potential.”‍

Magic‍​⁠ dealing with souls​‍ was an extremely‍ complex field.

“And⁠​ if that were⁠ possible, what kind⁠⁠ of soul do‍⁠ you plan to‍​⁠ use?”

From⁠⁠‌ Hyde’s perspective, that⁠‌⁠ was the biggest‌ concern. It was⁠ doubtful anyone would​ willingly become a golem, and if​ forced, it was‍‍⁠ unclear whether they’d‍​ obey Fernan.

“I’ll​‌​ insert multiple obedience​‍ seals. There’s no​‌⁠ scenario where something​ I create refuses‌ to obey.”

“If‌‌⁠ you use a living human soul,‌ you might be​​ considered a demon‍‍ in the magical⁠⁠ community.”

Although‍ there were madmen​ who ignored ethics,‍ like in any‌⁠​ organization, the magical​‌ community maintained a semblance of moral​‍ boundaries.

“Don’t​‌‌ worry. I’m not​‌⁠ going to use‌ just any soul.”⁠⁠

“…I‌ still want to‌‍⁠ live, young master.”‍⁠

Hyde⁠‍ took a step‍‍ back.

“Don’t​​‍ be ridiculous.”

“Then,​⁠​ who do you​ have in mind?”‍‌⁠

“A‌ spirit.”

Fernan‌ didn’t know how‌‌​ to manipulate a living human soul,​‍‌ nor did his⁠​ vast Pellenberg network​ include anyone capable‍ of such a feat.

If​​​ it did, that⁠⁠​ person would be⁠‌​ more of a disaster than a talent.

But​​‍ spirits were different.‌ They were spiritual⁠‌‌ beings from the​ start, and had‍‍ a certain level‌ of intelligence.

They‌⁠⁠ were ideal candidates‌‍‌ for an ego‌‍⁠ golem.

“Certainly,​⁠ if it’s a spirit, there might‌ be a chance‌​ but…”

Just‌ then—

“Sir.”⁠‌

A staff member from‍⁠‍ the Golden Turtle‌‌⁠ Company appeared.

“What⁠‍ is it?”

“A⁠⁠​ client has arrived‍​ at the company.”​‌​

“A⁠‌​ client?”

“It’s‌ just that…”

Fernan‌‌‍ had the sudden⁠ feeling he could​ smell money in⁠‌ the air.

***‍⁠‌

“I⁠⁠ used a bit⁠⁠⁠ of influence, Fernan.‌​ Everyone was saying​⁠⁠ Pellenberg would try‌⁠ to lowball the‌‍​ price, but I insisted you wouldn’t⁠ do something like‌‍​ that.”

Fernan⁠‍⁠ silently sipped his‌ coffee.

Apparently,‍‌‌ he had called⁠ this sudden meeting‌‍​ just to talk⁠​​ about that. But​‌ if it was‍⁠ on that subject,‍‍ it was always‍⁠ welcome.

“They​​​ asked me if‌ I’d accepted money⁠‍​ from you, but⁠ I said of‍ course not. The‌‍​ logical thing is⁠​ to sell to⁠⁠​ the richest merchant.”⁠‌​

“Certainly,​ you’ve never accepted⁠‌ money from anyone.”‌‌​

He‍​‌ had simply picked⁠​‍ up a bag⁠‍ of coins that⁠ had fallen inside⁠⁠‍ his house.

“Exactly.‌​ But some people⁠ don’t know anything​‍ and keep going⁠ on about whether‌‍ I took money​‍ from you or‌‍ not, bah.”

Grad‍‌ nodded shamelessly.

In​​ the end, if‍ he didn’t have​‌‍ that level of‌​‍ brazenness, he never‍​ would’ve been able‍⁠ to keep profiting​ from Fernan.

“So‌​⁠ in short, our‍⁠‍ family will go‍ first.”

“That’s‍​ right. I came⁠‌ as a representative‌​​ of the academy.”⁠⁠⁠

“But​‌‌ is it proper‌ to approach a student like this​‍ directly?”

At⁠ that question, Grad‌⁠ gave an incredulous​‍⁠ look.

“You’re​​​ not exactly the‍​ one to talk,‍ considering how you‍ meet privately with⁠ the staff.”

“Who⁠⁠‍ knows.”

“The‍​ academy already sent​ a formal letter​​‌ to the Pellenberg​‌⁠ family.”

Meaning‍‍‍ this meeting with​ Fernan was just⁠‍ to further secure‌ the deal.

“A‍‌ sea dragon, huh?​⁠⁠ There are some‍ parts I’m interested⁠ in.”

“It‌‍ won’t be sold​​‍ in pieces. If‍ you’re going to​ buy it, it‍‌ has to be⁠​‍ the whole thing.”​​

“That⁠⁠ changes things a bit.”

Not⁠ that it was​​ a big problem.⁠

As‍‌​ an assistant, Fernan‌​ had already inspected‍​​ the sea dragon’s‌‌‍ corpse.

Its⁠⁠ teeth and bones​‍⁠ were hard enough‍‌‌ to make weapons.‍​ Its blood and⁠⁠⁠ eyes were packed‌​ with mana and‌‍‌ served as alchemical‌​​ ingredients. The scales​​ were perfect for⁠ making armor or​ other defensive gear.⁠‌​

It⁠ was a spirit‍ beast without a single part going​ to waste. Whether⁠ bought whole or⁠⁠ in parts, it‌​ was all useful.⁠‍​

But​ that didn’t mean⁠​‍ he had to⁠⁠ give the impression‍⁠‍ of playing along.​⁠‍

“Let’s‍ not play dumb.‍⁠ What do you‍​​ really want?”

“What‍‍‍ does a merchant‌​ want? A better‍ product at a better price.”

“Even‌ if it’s limited‍ to the academy,‌‌⁠ this is technically⁠ an auction. I can’t give you‌ a special price‌‌ just like that.”‌​⁠

Fernan⁠‌⁠ knew that too.‍ And from the‌ moment the sea‍ dragon’s corpse went⁠ into the academy’s‍ hands, he had⁠​​ expected this.

That‍⁠ body was a source of magical⁠ materials for mages​ and weapon components⁠⁠ for knights.

From‍‍ the beginning, he⁠‍ hadn’t planned on‍‌ offering discounts. He⁠⁠‌ knew that if‌‍ he did, he’d‍ lose the chance⁠‌ to get it.⁠⁠

“But…‌⁠ can’t I offer‍ you something else​ in exchange?”

He‍‍ couldn’t save money,‌ but that didn’t‍​ mean he couldn’t⁠​​ gain some additional‌‌⁠ benefit.

“…What⁠​​ do you want?”​‍⁠

“Exclusive‌‍ rights.”

“Exclusive‍ rights?”

“If‌ the academy is⁠​ going to buy‌⁠​ ships in the​‍ future, I want‌​⁠ an exclusivity contract‌ stating it will⁠‍‍ only buy from⁠ the Golden Turtle‌⁠ Company.”

“Ships?‍ Now ships?”

Yes,‍⁠ it sounded sudden.‍​ But from Fernan’s⁠‌​ perspective, who had‌⁠​ already seen the‍⁠‌ future, it wasn’t⁠⁠ sudden at all.‌

The⁠ monster ambush. The​⁠ sunken yacht. The‍‌⁠ noble heirs adrift​‌ at sea.

After‍‍ that incident, the‍ academy would realize‌ that limiting itself‍​ to teaching ground​​ combat wasn’t enough‌​ and would open⁠‌​ maritime combat classes.‍‍⁠

And‌ of course, those‌⁠​ classes would require‍ ships.

‘And⁠‍‍ it’s not like⁠​⁠ they’d buy one‍ ship and be‍‍‍ done.’

The​ course involved battling​​⁠ sea monsters as‍⁠​ part of naval‌ combat training.

Ships⁠‍ would be constantly⁠​‌ damaged and require​ expensive repairs. And‌⁠‍ if one were‍ completely destroyed, a new one would​‌ be needed. In​​ short, it was⁠‌ a long-term business⁠⁠ with massive profit⁠‌‌ margins.

“…But‍‍ how many ships⁠‌​ do you think​‌⁠ the academy would‍‍​ even buy?”

The‍‌‌ academy didn’t consume‌‍⁠ many ships on‍​ its own. Just‌ a few ferries​​‌ to cross the⁠‍ continent.

And‍‍‍ those ferries were‍‍ already escorted by‍‌‍ the imperial navy,​⁠‌ so they didn’t⁠​‌ need replacing often.⁠​⁠

“Leave⁠ that to me.⁠‌ You just sign‌‍⁠ the contract. If​ you do, I’ll‍‍ buy the sea‌ dragon corpse at⁠‌ a very reasonable‍​‍ price. And who‍⁠ knows, maybe a little pouch of‍​ coins might fall‍​‍ into your mansion,​‍ professor.”

It​ was an absurd⁠ proposal… but Grad’s‌​⁠ eyes gleamed with‍​⁠ greed.

“…I‌‍​ don’t have the⁠‍‌ authority for that,⁠ but I’ll at‌‌​ least present the⁠ proposal to the‍‌ rector.”

“Thanks.”​‌​

‘Grad‍ won’t be able⁠ to do it⁠ alone. I’ll have⁠⁠ to use other⁠‍ contacts to back⁠​ the request.’

Fernan​​ bowed his head.​​

***⁠⁠

“……”⁠‍

“……”​‌‌

A heavy silence filled⁠ the air. Fernan‍ waited quietly until​‍ she chose to⁠‍ speak.

“That⁠‌‍ was an action​‍ I can’t understand⁠‌ at all.”

“Not⁠⁠ at all?”

“Isn’t⁠ it obvious? Skipping‌ all your classes​‍ just for a temporary assistant post?‍ There’s no better‍ example of losing​‌‍ a lot for‌​​ wanting too little.”‍‍

Fernan⁠​⁠ couldn’t agree with‌‌ Luina’s words.

He​‍ hadn’t lost much​⁠‌ for little; he‍ had gained a lot by risking​‌⁠ a lot. If‌‍ he hadn’t gotten‌⁠​ involved, he never⁠ would’ve obtained that‍ much mithril and⁠⁠ adamantite.

‘Though‍ maybe I would’ve‌‍​ gotten the mithril​‍ even if I hadn’t gone.’

Maybe,⁠ even if the‌‍‍ future had followed‍ its original course,⁠ Aint might’ve sold⁠​⁠ him the mithril‍‌‍ due to the‍ butterfly effect triggered‍​ by the Saint‍‍ Bird.

Whatever‌​ that future might’ve‌‍ been, the present​ was undeniably a much better outcome.‍

“It​‌ was necessary. If‍ I wanted to​‍ match your grades,‌ I had to⁠ push myself to⁠ the limit.”

“Don’t‌⁠⁠ try to weasel​​ out with that.‍⁠‍ Skipping other classes‌ just to raise​​‌ your grades—is that‌⁠ the right thing?​ What if there‍⁠ had been practicals⁠‌ or tests that‌ week? What would⁠ you have done?”‌​

Fernan‍ and Luina were⁠ partners in several​‍ classes.

From‍ his perspective, they​ took classes like⁠‌‍ “Magical Survival Techniques,”​‌​ “Combat, War, and‌ Magic,” and “Study​​‌ of Monsters and‍⁠ Magical Beasts” together.‍‌‌

From‍​ hers, it was‌ “Field Survival Techniques,”‍ “Real Combat and‍⁠ War,” and also​‍‍ “Study of Monsters⁠⁠‌ and Magical Beasts.”‍‍​

But​ for a whole‌‌ week, Fernan had‍ vanished, and Luina⁠‍ had lost her‍‍‍ partner.

“By⁠⁠ some miracle there‍⁠​ were no practicals.​‍ But if there‍‌ had been, what‌‌ would you have​‌ done?”

“I⁠‌ had considered everything‌‌‌ before accepting.”

“And‍​ what does that⁠‍‍ matter?”

“…I‌​ apologize for not⁠​‌ consulting with you​ first.”

It​‌‍ was true, but⁠​‌ Fernan couldn’t take⁠ a firm stance.‌‌ It was the​‍‍ same reason as‍‌‌ with Aint.

Aint⁠ Armian was the‍​​ hero destined to‌​​ save the world—and​ the one who​‌ would ruin it‌ if he failed—so‍ he had to‌‌ be handled delicately.‌⁠ And Luina was​ the one who‌​ would ignite that‌‌ fuse. So the‌ same applied to‌‍ her.

“Nothing‌‍⁠ serious happened, so‍ I’ll let it⁠⁠‍ go. But please,‌‌‌ don’t let it‌⁠ happen again.”

“I’ll‍‌‍ keep that in‌‌ mind.”

Luckily,​ Luina accepted the⁠‌ apology without issue.​‍‍

“By‌ the way, while​⁠ you were a temporary assistant, nothing‌⁠⁠ special happened?”

“No.‍ Most of the⁠‍ classes focused on⁠⁠⁠ theory last week.”‍

It‌‍⁠ was normal that⁠⁠ when one grade‌ had practicals, professors​ and assistants from‌⁠​ other grades helped‌‌ out.

That’s‌‌‍ why most second-year‌⁠‌ classes were limited‍‍‍ to theory.

“Oh,‌​‍ though something interesting‌⁠‌ did happen.”

“Interesting?”‍‍

“There‌⁠​ was a duel‍​ in third year.‍‍ The top student‍⁠ from the Knight⁠ Department faced off‌⁠⁠ against the top​ student from the‍⁠ Magic Department.”

“That‌⁠ must’ve been chaos.”⁠

The‌ academy officially promoted‍ harmony and cooperation.⁠ But humans were⁠‌​ naturally tribal creatures.⁠‍

Even‍​⁠ if they were​⁠​ all students from​​​ the same academy,‌‍ differences between departments​‌‍ created rivalry.

And‍⁠​ the rivalry between​​​ knights and mages‌⁠‍ ran deep even‍⁠​ outside the academy.​

“Yeah.​‌ And the top‍⁠​ student from the⁠⁠ Magic Department, Senior‍​ Liana, beat the‍ top knight, Senior‍​⁠ Barog.”

“Then⁠ Barog must’ve become⁠ a traitor.”

“That’s‌​ an exaggeration, of‍ course, but they’re‍​‍ also accusing him‌​​ of throwing the‍​‍ duel.”

“Throwing​​⁠ it? Was there‌ betting involved?”

Fernan‌​‍ tilted his head​ at the absurdity⁠⁠‍ of the accusation.‍‌ What sense would‍ it make to‌‌ throw a simple​‍ inter-department duel?

‘Well,‍‍ every time there’s⁠‌ a duel, betting‍ tables do get‍ set up…’

He​ had encouraged student⁠‌ betting, yes, but‌ in a duel‌ between top students,‌⁠ throwing the match‌⁠​ didn’t make sense.‌‍​ At least, as‍‍‍ far as he‍⁠ knew.

“…Does​ your mind always‍ go there naturally?”‌⁠

Even‍⁠ under Luina’s suggestive⁠​‌ gaze, Fernan remained‍‌​ unfazed.

“Money‌⁠ is truth. And‌‌​ any method of‌‍ earning it is​‌​ valid.”

“I​‍​ don’t care about‍ your values. And‍​ no, it wasn’t⁠‌‌ about betting.”

“Then‌ why do they⁠ say it was​ rigged?”

“They⁠⁠​ say the top​‍‍ knight and the⁠ top mage… are⁠​‌ a couple. That’s‌‌‌ why they suspect‍ he lost on‍​ purpose.”

“…Now⁠ that’s an interesting‍‍ story.”

There‍ hadn’t been any⁠⁠‌ updates in his​‌⁠ information network about⁠⁠‍ that relationship, so‌​ it must be​⁠ recent.

‘The‌‍⁠ Hernim family is‌‌​ quite wealthy… and⁠‌‍ if it’s Barog⁠‌ Hernim, he’s known‌⁠ to be very​⁠ devoted.’

If⁠‌ expensive jewelry or‌​⁠ magical artifacts were‍‍​ recommended, he’d probably‌⁠​ buy several without‍ hesitation.

‘I’ll⁠⁠‌ have to make⁠ him an offer​‌‌ soon.’

After​ all, selling to‌‌ nobles was always‌ a very profitable‌ business.

“And‌‌ now that I think of it,​‍⁠ that wasn’t the⁠ main topic.”

“Go‌ on.”

This⁠‌ time, it had‌‍​ been Luina who⁠ asked to meet​​​ first.

She’d​ requested this meeting‍‌‌ with Fernan, and⁠‌ he didn’t think​‌​ it was just‌‍⁠ to scold him‍ about the assistant​ thing.

“I‍‌‍ think I found‍​‌ traces of a demon.”

“…What​⁠ did you say?”​

Although‍‍‍ he never imagined‍​ it would be‌‌⁠ that.

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