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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 260

Chapter 260

“One​​ hundred thousand gold‌‍ for Rosalia Vienderk.”‍⁠

Fernan‍​‌ placed a large​​‍ sum on the‌ table. Hyde and⁠‌⁠ Gismond were with‍‌ him.

“It‌ has been recorded.‌ The payout rate​‍ is 3.2 times.”⁠

In‍‍​ human history, gambling​​ has never been⁠​ absent, and this​​ world was no⁠ exception.

Even‌​‌ in the greatest‌‍⁠ competition of all,​​‌ the Grand Dragon‍‌‌ God Tournament, betting‌‌‍ was part of​‍ the spectacle.

Given‍ its scale, the⁠ betting limits were⁠⁠‌ also high.

Of‍‌‌ course, the identity​⁠‍ of the bettor‍​ had to be‌ verified and certain⁠⁠ requirements met, but‌‌‌ since it was⁠ managed by the‌⁠ Dragon God Cult,‍​‌ there was no‌‍ risk of being​ scammed.

And​ with it being⁠⁠​ Pellenberg, meeting those​​⁠ conditions wasn’t a problem.

“As‌⁠ expected, the odds⁠ are high.”

Usually,‌‌ in Dragon God​ tournaments or Royal⁠⁠ Knight title duels,​ the challengers had‌⁠ a higher payout‍‌ rate.

Unlike‍​ those who had​⁠‍ already proven their​‌⁠ power, the aspirants⁠ still had to​⁠ overcome that final​ gap that separated‌‍ them from the⁠⁠⁠ title.

But‌​ Fernan was certain.⁠⁠ That’s why he​​​ had even given‌ Hyde and Gismond​ money to bet⁠⁠​ up to the​ allowed limit.

“The‌ Dragon God Cult‌ managing the bets‌ themselves impressive,” murmured‍‌‍ Gismond.

Though,⁠⁠ thinking about it,‌‍ it wasn’t that⁠‌ surprising. He had‌⁠ already seen more​ than once how‍‍⁠ greedy Jace could​‌​ be.

“And​‌‌ if we win?⁠‍ Do I get‍ a cut?”

“Yes,⁠ senior.”

“Really?”‍‌

“I’ll‌​ give you 10‌​⁠ gold coins.”

“…Uh-huh.”​​​

Compared‌ to the hundred​​‌ thousand, it was‌​ a pittance. But‌‌⁠ coming from Fernan,⁠ who loved money,⁠ the fact that‌ he’d give anything⁠​‌ at all was‌‍‌ already a reason‌​⁠ to be thankful.​​‌

“Honestly,‍‍ I always thought‍ the whole thing⁠​​ about the emperor‌ being obsessed with‌​‍ this event was‍⁠ exaggerated, but now⁠⁠‍ I’m starting to‌⁠‍ get it.”

Though⁠ only those who‍‍ met certain conditions‌ were allowed in,⁠⁠ the betting hall‍ was packed.

The⁠ minimum bet was‌‌ ten thousand gold.‌‍ An enormous amount⁠⁠ of money would⁠​‍ move just for‍​⁠ this one-day event.⁠⁠

And⁠​ that didn’t even​ include the stadium⁠‌ tickets, which cost‍ a fortune.

All​​​ that money, naturally,​‌‌ ended up in‍ the hands of⁠ the Cult.

“We‌⁠‍ have nothing else‍ to do until‍ tomorrow. If you⁠​​ want to enjoy‍​‍ the festival, go‌⁠ ahead.”

“Really?”⁠‍​

Gismond‌ lit up.

“I‌​ don’t have to‍‍​ wield my sword‌‍​ this time? Not‌​ even a duel​‌‌ with the Cult’s‌⁠⁠ mages?”

“No,⁠​ nothing like that.”⁠​⁠

The​⁠‍ Cult’s priests were‌‌ all elite. Having⁠‍‍ them fight Gismond‌⁠⁠ would be interesting,​‍ but very costly,⁠‍⁠ and it wasn’t⁠‍‍ worth spending money⁠ just for fun.‌

“Enjoy‍‍‍ the festival however​‍​ you like.”

“No⁠⁠ take-backs later!”

Fernan‌‌ tossed him a small pouch. Inside⁠ were ten gold⁠⁠ coins.

“The​​‌ ten I mentioned‌ earlier. Use them⁠ to enjoy yourself.”‍

“Perfect!”​​​

Gismond‌‍‍ disappeared into the⁠‌‍ crowd.

“Let’s‌ go, Hyde.”

“Do‍‍​ you have somewhere​‌⁠ to go?”

“I​‍​ need to send‍ a letter to‍ my father. At‌⁠‍ the next conference⁠‍‌ of the Elector⁠​​ Princes, they must⁠​ not decide where‍​ to place the⁠‌‍ Pasa Bell.”

He‍‍​ also needed to‌‌​ report that it​‍‌ was possible the‍ northern kingdoms were‌​ already under the‌ control of demons.⁠

“We‌​‍ must find proof‌⁠⁠ and, in the​ end, ensure the​‌ Pasa Bell is‌⁠‍ installed in the‌ Kingdom of Rinel.”‌

“To‌⁠ protect Linelt, right?”​

“That’s⁠‌‌ right. If the⁠‌​ kingdom collapses before‍⁠‌ I recover my‌​⁠ investment, it would‌‌ be a disaster.”⁠

When‌ you lend money,‍⁠​ you’re in control.‌⁠‌ But if the​ sum is too‌‍ large, the positions⁠‍ can reverse.

That⁠ was the case⁠‌ with Pellenberg now.⁠‍⁠

Linelt⁠ wouldn’t dare take​ advantage of him,​ but if it‍ fell to demons,‌⁠⁠ the result would⁠ be the same.⁠⁠‍

At⁠‍​ least until the​⁠ capital was recovered,‍‌‌ Linelt couldn’t be⁠ allowed to disappear.⁠​​

“So‍‌ you’re trapped.”

“Exactly.”⁠‌

“With‍​ a prophetic book‍‌​ in your hands,⁠‍​ young master, how‌ could you make‌⁠‌ such a mistake?”​​⁠

“It⁠⁠‌ was a once-in-a-lifetime‍⁠ chance to connect⁠‌​ a direct pipe⁠‍ to an entire‌⁠‍ kingdom. How could⁠⁠ I pass it⁠‍ up?”

“You⁠⁠‍ speak of your‍‍⁠ greed with pride,​ huh?”

“Of‍‍ course I do.”⁠

Let⁠⁠ he who can​​⁠ look at a mountain of gold⁠ without trembling cast‍‍‌ the first stone.​

Fernan⁠​ headed to the⁠​⁠ Golden Turtle Guild’s‍ branch in Eargrath.‍​​

A quiet day.

***‍‍

“Freedom!⁠‌​ At last, freedom!⁠ How long has​‍ it been since​⁠ I was last⁠​ free?”

Gismond⁠​ raised his arms⁠⁠‍ and shouted with‌‌‌ joy.

Passersby⁠‌‌ looked at him​​‍ oddly, but he​​‌ didn’t care.

After​ so many days‍⁠ of being exploited‌ by Fernan, this‌ was a light‌​ in the darkness.⁠‍⁠

“I‌‌‍ want to play.”‌‍

With⁠ a bit of⁠ free time, he⁠ immediately thought of​ games. But this‍⁠ world had no​‍ computers or consoles.​​

So⁠ he settled for‌ enjoying the festival.‍‌⁠

The‌ streets were packed‌‌‍ with stalls, music,​ food, and games.‍

It‌ was so massive‌‍ it reminded him⁠⁠ of a theme​​‌ park back on‌‍ Earth.

‘Did⁠ they do this‌ with magic?’

Not​ bad at all.​

Especially​ that attraction that​ looked like a roller coaster—faster and‌​ taller than anything⁠‍⁠ he’d ever tried.⁠‍‌

“First,‌​⁠ something to eat…”​

The​‍ sweet aroma in‌ the air led‍‍ him to a skewer stall.

“How​‍⁠ much is it?”​‍‌

“Five​‍ silver.”

“…What?”⁠‍‌

Gismond‌‌ froze.

‘Five‍ silver for a skewer?’

Sure,‌⁠ it was huge.​​‍ Juicy beef, chunks​⁠ of lobster, veggies‌⁠ coated in sauce⁠‌ and melted cheese.⁠​

Thirty⁠​ centimeters long and‍ looked delicious.

But⁠ still—five silver for​‌‌ one skewer?

Was‍‍ there a “festival‌⁠ scam” even in‍⁠‌ this world? Or⁠‍​ was everything in⁠ the Cult just⁠ overpriced?

Gismond‍‌ trembled as he​ smiled awkwardly.

Even‍ though Fernan had‍‍‍ given him plenty‌ of money, his‍ old earthly habits‌ made him hesitate​⁠ to spend so⁠ much.

He​‌‌ looked for another‌ stall.

This​​ time, they were⁠​‌ offering crepes covered⁠ in chocolate, cream,⁠‌⁠ and fresh fruit.​

“Three⁠‌​ silver?”

Ah,‌​ I see. Everything​‍⁠ was insanely expensive.‌⁠

He​⁠ could easily spend‍‍ his ten gold‌ coins, but he‌⁠ didn’t feel like⁠⁠ it.

“This​‌‌ is ridiculously expensive.‍‌ Has Eargrath always⁠ been like this?‌​‌ Or is it⁠ just for the‍⁠ festival?”

Next‌​‍ to him, someone‍⁠‍ muttered the same‌​ thing he had.‌‍‍

Instinctively,‍ he turned his​​ head.

“…Adolf⁠ Hit— no, Fridian?”‌‍⁠

“You’re…⁠ Gismond Ert, right?”​‌⁠

They‌‌⁠ recognized each other‍⁠ immediately.

“What⁠⁠ are you doing‌ here?”

“It’s​ my first time‍ at the Grand‌ Dragon God Tournament,⁠ so I came‍⁠​ to see it.​ And you?”

“I’m⁠⁠‌ accompanying Fernan.”

“Then‍ it seems Fernan​‌‍ Pellenberg is here⁠⁠ too. Well, I guess it’s no‌⁠ secret he’s sponsoring⁠ Rosalia Vienderk.”

And‍ you, being from⁠ the Empire, already‌ knew that, right?‍‍

“Tell⁠⁠ me, is everything⁠⁠ in the Empire​‌‍ always this expensive?‌​​ Or is it​⁠⁠ because of the‌⁠​ festival? Or maybe⁠ Eargrath is just⁠‍ always like this?⁠ I don’t remember⁠ prices being this​​‌ high at the​ Academy…”

“I’m‌⁠​ not too sure⁠‌ either…”

“Are⁠‍ you really from‍ the Empire?”

“Yes,​‍ of course, haha…”⁠‍‍

At‍‌⁠ least on the‌‌ outside. The inside,‍ well… that was‌​ another story.

“Anyway,​ yeah, it does‌‌⁠ seem a bit⁠‍​ pricey to me⁠⁠​ too.”

“So​ I’m not the​​ only one. I saw everyone buying⁠⁠​ so casually I thought I was‌‍ the weird one.”‌​

“Not‍‌ at all. Oh,⁠⁠ and you can​‍ speak comfortably with‍‌ me—since you’re Aria’s‌ older brother, you’re‍ like a brother⁠ to me too…”⁠

Adolf​ stared at him.⁠​ That unreadable gaze⁠ made Gismond tense‌​‍ up.

“Alright.​ Then I’ll call‍‌‍ you Gismond.”

“Yes,​​‌ Brother Adolf.”

“Are⁠⁠ you close to‍ Aria?”

“Well…‍ I wouldn’t say​‌​ we’re strangers.”

Since⁠‌ he’d been following‍​⁠ Fernan, he’d grown‍ somewhat familiar with‍ the whole group.‍‌

No⁠​ one there was⁠ unfriendly, and they⁠⁠ had all accepted‌‍‍ him without prejudice,⁠ despite his lack​‌‍ of talent.

“That​⁠⁠ sounded vague.”

“Let’s‍‌ say we have‌​ a decent relationship.”​​‍

“Then​‌​ if I ask‌‍‌ Aria, maybe she‌​⁠ won’t say the‍ same thing, huh?”‍‍‍

“Ehm…”‌​

Adolf‍‍ was quite perceptive.​‍‌

“Aria​‌ has always been‍​‌ a bit picky.‍‍ She chooses carefully‍ who she interacts​⁠ with.”

“She’s​ gotten better lately.‌ Ever since Fernan‌ spoke to her,​ she’s been treating​⁠ me better.”

“So⁠⁠‍ Aria trusts Fernan‍ Pellenberg quite a bit.”

Is⁠‍ that why she⁠ said that? Adolf‍ muttered.

“Pardon?”‌

“No,‍ nothing.”

He‍ shook his head.​​​

“So​​ what are you‌⁠ planning to do‌⁠ now?”

“I​ just planned to​​ walk around a bit, enjoy the​⁠ festival, and watch‍ the Tournament tomorrow.”‍‍⁠

“You‍‍⁠ have a ticket…?‍ Oh, right, what‍ am I saying—you‍‍​ said you came‌⁠⁠ with Fernan.”

“Yes.”‍​

“If‌ you’ve got time,‌​​ why not walk‌​​ around with me⁠​ today? We can‍ enjoy the festival⁠ together.”

“Eh?‍ Just the two​ of us?”

Me…⁠​ with him?

The​⁠‌ sudden invitation made⁠ him a little‌⁠‍ suspicious, but he⁠⁠‍ eventually nodded.

After‌⁠ all, festivals are⁠ more fun with‍ company, and it⁠⁠ didn’t seem like​⁠​ Adolf would try⁠‌ anything harmful in​‌‌ such a public‍‍⁠ place.

‘Besides,‌⁠ might as well​⁠ take advantage of​​⁠ the opportunity. He’s‍‌ one of the‌‌​ strongest in Fridian;‍⁠ getting along with⁠⁠⁠ him could only‍⁠ help.’

Originally,‌⁠​ Adolf was an​​‍ elf who had​ allied with the‍ demons to overthrow⁠‍‌ Fridian, but Count⁠‍ Daniel—who was supposed‌ to lead that‍‍ betrayal—had been eliminated⁠​‌ by Fernan, leaving‍⁠⁠ Adolf without a faction.

So,‍​ he probably no​​‌ longer had any​ connection to the⁠‍ demons.

“Alright.”⁠⁠

“Then,⁠​ this way.”

Adolf​‌ and Gismond ventured⁠‌​ into the heart‌​ of the festival⁠ together.

***​

Dawn‌ arrived.

“Waaaaaah!”⁠‍

A deafening roar filled‍ the arena.

Duke‍​ Bador Erbeto of‍⁠ the Kingdom of⁠‌​ Helfen looked out‌ at the crowd‌⁠​ packed into the⁠​‍ stadium.

In‍ front of him,⁠⁠ his challenger stared​ calmly, eyes full⁠ of determination.

“To‌‌​ be honest, I had already imagined‌‍‍ that, ten years‌ later, I’d be‍​ back here again.”⁠

Bador‌‍​ Erbeto stroked his​ goatee.

“But‌ I didn’t expect‌⁠​ the opponent to‍‍ be someone else.”‍​

Just⁠​ like challengers had‌ a ten-year restriction,⁠​ those who had​‌ once held the⁠ title of Royal​⁠⁠ Knight or Archmage‍ and lost it​​ also had to‌ wait a decade⁠ before attempting again.​​‍

That’s‌ why Duke Bador⁠ Erbeto had assumed⁠​‌ that, ten years‍ later, the great​​⁠ mage he once‍​ defeated would return⁠ to challenge him.‌⁠‍

After‍ all, his victory​​ back then had‍‍‍ come by a razor-thin margin.

“I’ve‌‍ worked hard for​‌​ this day. I knew another challenge​​ would come, and‍ I didn’t want⁠ my glory to⁠‌⁠ last just ten⁠ years.”

But‍‍‍ he never imagined⁠⁠​ the challenger would⁠ be someone else.⁠

“I‍⁠‍ thank you.”

Thanks⁠​‌ to you, I’ve‌‍ gained another ten‌‍ years.

Or⁠ maybe not, he‌⁠ thought, if that⁠‌​ other person decides‌ to challenge someone‍⁠ else.

“As​ a token of​‌⁠ gratitude, I’ll let‌​‍ you live. It’s⁠‌​ still too early‌⁠ for you to⁠⁠ stand on this​‍ stage. Come back‌​ in ten years.”‍

He​‍ smiled arrogantly.

And⁠⁠ in front of​‌⁠ him, his opponent,⁠‍ Rosalia Vienderk, responded⁠⁠​ coolly.

“Are⁠ you done talking?”‍‍

The‌⁠ duke’s eyes narrowed.‌

“I​‌ know you’re a genius with exceptional‌‍‌ talent for your‍ age, but how​ insolent.”

“I⁠‍ didn’t come here‍‍ to listen to⁠ the ramblings of‌⁠ a talkative old⁠​‌ man.”

“How​ daring… You rely‌‌ too much on​​​ the Vienderk name.”‍⁠

“How⁠ amusing.”

A cold smile appeared​​ on Rosalia’s lips—a​ mix of disdain​​‌ and mockery.

“An‌⁠ Archmage saying such⁠‌ nonsense?”

I suppose today is​​ the day I become an Archmage.‌

“A​ mage who only​⁠‍ knows how to‍ talk can’t defeat​‌​ someone who actually‌‍ uses magic, wouldn’t‍ you agree?”

“Heh…​⁠ So you know‍‌‌ how to provoke‍⁠ people.”

Perfect.​

Duke​⁠ Bador Erbeto’s forehead‍⁠‌ veins bulged.

“I’ll‌‍​ give it my‌⁠ all to crush​⁠ you. I’ll make‍⁠ you understand how​‌⁠ vast the world‍ is, and how‌⁠‍ small you are​‍ in it.”

And​ then—

FWEEEEEEEET!⁠

The​​​ whistle blew.

The‌⁠‍ battle began.

───!‍

Fire⁠‌ and ice clashed,⁠⁠ filling the entire⁠ arena with a dense mist.

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