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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 263

Chapter 263

“…..”​‌

Fernan‌‌‍ staggered out. His‍​‍ face, pale like​ the white dragon‌​‍ sculpture before him,​‍‌ barely showed life.⁠

“Good⁠ job, sir.”

“…Professor​⁠‍ Rosalia is truly‌‍ merciless.”

It⁠ had felt like​ an eternity. Every‍‍ second felt like⁠‌​ an hour, and‍⁠‌ every day like‌​​ a year.

Fernan‍ had been Rosalia’s​⁠ guinea pig, and⁠ she had analyzed‌⁠ him thoroughly.

However,​​ everything she discovered,‌ she returned to‍‍ him as knowledge.⁠

She‍‍⁠ taught him how⁠⁠⁠ to use more⁠ efficiently his second‍‌⁠ mana heart, born⁠⁠ after absorbing the‌​​ Dragon Heart, how‌​​ his body had⁠​⁠ changed, and how‍‍ dragon mana reacted‍​‌ with magic.

“What⁠ a shame. If⁠ we had more⁠ time, we could⁠⁠⁠ study how dragon‍ mana acts as‍ a natural enemy‍⁠‍ of corrupted mana.​‌⁠ How about the‍ summer break?”

“I‌​‌ refuse outright.”

Fortunately,‍​ Fernan had achieved​ considerable results from​​​ those sessions; otherwise,‍ he never would’ve⁠ endured such torture.​

Back‌‍‍ at his lodging,‌​‌ he began packing​ his things. It‌‌​ had been nearly​⁠ a month since‌‌ he settled in​ the Dragon God‌ Cult.

The⁠‍ Academy, destroyed by⁠‌ the demon invasion,​ was being rebuilt​ quickly.

It⁠⁠ wasn’t perfect yet,‍‍ but it was‍ already ready to⁠‌ resume classes.

In‌​​ other words, the‌ start of the‌⁠​ semester was just‍‌​ around the corner.​‍​

“By​ the way, when⁠ do you plan‍‌​ to sell that?”‌​‍

Fernan‌​​ looked up at​ the sword displayed‌​ in one of‌ the rooms.

“If​‌ you auctioned it⁠ along with the​‌‌ visual recording of‌ that scene, the‍‌ rich across the‍ continent would fight​​ over it.”

Hyde‍‌ left the sentence‍‌ hanging.

“I​​ will sell it.”​‌

Fernan‍ took the sword.‌‍

‘Luina.’‌⁠

The​ name engraved on​​ the hilt glowed​⁠ faintly.

“But​⁠ not yet.”

Luina’s‌​ value continued to‍​ increase day by⁠⁠​ day, but it‍ hadn’t yet reached⁠​ its peak.

“Between‌ a simple powerful‌⁠ Luina and Royal​‌‍ Knight Luina. Between​ the sword she‌​​ wielded before ascending‌‌‌ and the sword​ she used as‌‌ a Royal Knight—which⁠​​ do you think​ is worth more?”‌‌

He​​ stored the sword​ in his dimensional​⁠ space.

“Yes,‌ you’ve said that​ several times, but‍ every time you⁠‍ look at it,⁠⁠⁠ your gaze changes‌‌‌ a little.”

“My‍‍⁠ gaze? What about‍ it?”

“It⁠​‌ looks sappy.”

“You’re‍⁠⁠ going too far,⁠ Hyde.”

“Salary‌⁠ negotiations are this‍ year.”

Fernan‌⁠‍ let out a small laugh and‌⁠​ finished packing. It‍‌ was time to‍‍⁠ return to the⁠‍ Academy.

“But​⁠ hadn’t I already​ graduated?”

“The‌ graduation ceremony was⁠⁠ never held.”

“That⁠​ was because the‍‍ Academy exploded. Actually,⁠⁠​ technically I’m already‍‌ an alumnus…”

“Take‍ this.”

“What‍⁠ is…? Why does​‌ it have my​‍ name and signature?‍​ I didn’t sign​⁠ this!”

“Application‌‍ for assistant in‍​​ the Knight Department.⁠‍ It’s already approved,​​ and you’ll start⁠​ working as soon‌‍ as classes resume.”‍

“…What?‍​⁠ Me? A slave?‌‌⁠ No! I hate​‍‌ graduate school!”

And‍‌‍ alongside him, Gismond‍‌ too.

***‍​⁠

The‍​⁠ Academy was almost⁠ unrecognizable.

The​ areas left in‌⁠ ruins were completely⁠​‌ demolished and leveled⁠‌‍ before new buildings‌⁠ were erected.

When⁠ Fernan returned, the​​⁠ place was rebuilt‍‍‍ about fifty percent.‌⁠

The‌​‌ most important buildings—Ravidus⁠‍‍ Hall, Bless Hall,⁠​‍ and Base Hall,​‍ where students resided—were⁠‍ already completed.

The‍ classrooms, professors’ offices,‌‌ and training pavilions​ had also been‍‍ restored.

The⁠⁠‌ common city structures—library,‌‍ museum, and main‌ auditorium—were still under​‌‌ construction.

Fernan​‌ glanced at the‌‍‍ buildings under construction‌ in the distance‍‍‍ before entering the⁠‌‍ renovated Ravidus Hall.‍‍⁠

The​ new building was​ larger, more majestic,​ and sturdier than‍‍⁠ before.

“The‍‌‌ magic circles carved‍ on the outer​⁠ walls look more‌ reinforced.”

“We⁠ can’t let it⁠‌ be destroyed a second time.”

A demon ambush was‍⁠⁠ enough—once.

After​‌ unpacking, Fernan took⁠‍‍ a cart to​ the faculty building.‌‌

There‍⁠⁠ were both old⁠‍⁠ professors and new​ appointments.

『Knight‍‌ Department – Adolf​ Fridian』

The⁠⁠ shiny new sign‍⁠ said it all.⁠‌

Adolf​⁠ Fridian, the second‍​⁠ elf to become‍​⁠ a professor in⁠ the Academy’s thousand-year‌‍ history, was among​​‌ them.

“…I​‍​ still can’t believe​‍​ it.”

Sitting‌‍‍ by the window,⁠ Adolf looked on‌⁠ in awe.

“Hyung.”​

“Fernan.”​

Hearing‍ the knocking on‌‌⁠ the slightly ajar​‍​ door, Adolf smiled.‌‌‌

“So‍ this is the‍‌ power of the‍ Pellenbergs. Fridian fought​‌ so hard to‍ make my sister‌ Nania a professor,‌‌‍ and you did‌⁠ it in an​‌‍ instant…”

“It‍‌‌ wasn’t that easy.”‍‌‍

No​ matter how much⁠ influence Pellenberg had,‍‌ he couldn’t simply​ impose professors.

It⁠​⁠ was all due⁠ to a combination⁠‌ of circumstances.

The‍ demon invasion had‌ left many vacancies,​ and Fernan took​‍⁠ advantage of the​‌ fact that Pellenberg‍ hadn’t reaped many‌⁠ benefits in the‌​‌ reconstruction to place​​​ Adolf Fridian in​​⁠ the position.

“I⁠‍ don’t know if⁠ I’ll be able⁠‍ to do it‍‍‍ well.”

“Hyung—ah,​⁠⁠ I mustn’t call‍ you that inside⁠ the Academy. Professor,‌‌ I’m sure you’ll⁠⁠ do an excellent‍​ job.”

And‌⁠ of course, if‍ a true Royal‌ Knight couldn’t do⁠ it well, who⁠ could?

“And‌​ what about your‍‌ assistant?”

“Not⁠‍‍ bad.”

It⁠​⁠ was obvious that​‍ a newly appointed​ professor wouldn’t already‍‍ have an assistant.⁠

If‌⁠‌ Gismond hadn’t been⁠​ placed there by‌‌ Fernan, he wouldn’t‍⁠⁠ have one.

Fernan‍‌ had arranged that​ out of convenience—having⁠⁠ them together made‍⁠ control easier.

“Then⁠‌⁠ I’ll take my⁠⁠ leave. If you‌‍ need anything, you‍​ can ask Professor‍‍ Nania; she’ll gladly‌⁠ help you.”

“All‌⁠‍ right.”

Whistling,‍ Fernan climbed to⁠‍‍ the top floor‍‍ of the faculty⁠‌ building.

That‍‍‌ floor wasn’t a common area—only one⁠⁠ person had the‍‌ right to occupy​ it.

“Excuse⁠ me.”

He‍‍‍ opened the elegant⁠​⁠ door, and a huge room with⁠ an entire glass‍‌ wall appeared before​‌ him.

Its⁠‌ owner was sitting​ on the desk,‍‍‍ looking out the‌‍​ window, a cigarette⁠‌ between her lips.‍

『Rector‌⁠ of the Imperial‍‌‌ Academy of Armian⁠‌‌ — Rosalia Vienderk.』‌

“How‍ does it feel?”⁠‌‍

“Good.‌⁠​ Very good.”

She⁠⁠ had finally arrived⁠ at that place.⁠‌‍

“It’s⁠​ been a long‌ road.”

“If​​ you say that⁠‍‌ being a rector‌ at only twenty-eight,​‍ you’ll earn a slap.”

“There’s‍‌‍ no one besides‍⁠ you who can​ speak to me​ that familiarly.”

True.⁠ No one else‍ would dare speak​‍⁠ that way to‍ an Archmage.

The⁠⁠⁠ others would pretend​⁠‍ not to hear​‍ and just flatter‌⁠​ her.

“So‍ tell me.”

Rosalia⁠ put out her‍‌ cigarette in the⁠⁠‌ ashtray.

“How⁠ do you feel?”‌‍

“What⁠‌ do you mean?”⁠‍‍

“It‍⁠ was a long‍​ road for me‍‌‍ too, but it​‌‌ must’ve been even⁠‍​ longer for you.​ I know exactly‍ how much money​ you spent.”

Mages‌ were devourers of‍​‍ fortunes, and Rosalia⁠​​ was the best‍ proof of that.⁠

She​ had tried to⁠​ create a semi-permanent​⁠ magic stone and‍ consumed an absurd⁠ amount of minerals,​ magic stones, and​​‌ reagents in countless‌​‍ failures.

And‌​‌ not only that—she​ took countless elixirs‍‌ to boost her‍‍‌ power and received‍ all kinds of‌ logistical support.

It‌⁠⁠ was an astronomical‌‌ investment.

Even​‍ knowing that someday​​ she would flourish,⁠​ Fernan felt like‌⁠​ his stomach burned⁠‌ every time he⁠‌ looked at the⁠​ expenses.

“I’m⁠‌ glad to see​‌​ you at least⁠ have some awareness.”‌‍

“I​‍‍ just knew it.​⁠ You were the‍ one who told​‍ me to spend‍⁠​ as much as​ I wanted since⁠ you were investing⁠ in me. There’s​ no reason for‍‌‌ me to feel⁠​ guilty.”

“Well,‌⁠ at this point,‌‌‍ it doesn’t matter‌‍⁠ much. I just‍‌ remember it as‌‍⁠ a costly anecdote.”⁠‍

The​‌‍ research on magic​‍‍ stones had succeeded​ and was about⁠​​ to enter production.⁠

Rosalia⁠​⁠ had become an‍ Archmage and now​​‍ held the position​⁠​ of rector.

And​ that wasn’t all.‌‍

“You‌‍‌ asked how I felt, right?”

Fernan⁠‍​ recalled the prophecy‌‍‍ that had awakened⁠‍ him the previous⁠‌ night.

He‍‌ couldn’t describe how⁠‌​ much emotion he‍‍‍ felt.

【“The⁠ gates of the‌‌​ Imperial Academy of⁠ Armean were closed.​ The Empire’s thousand-year⁠⁠‍ history had come⁠‍⁠ to a halt.‌‍​

“…”⁠‌‌

Aint‍‌ silently contemplated that‌​ fact, overwhelmed by​‌​ feelings impossible to⁠‍ express.

Why​‍​ had it come⁠⁠​ to this?

Because⁠ the County of​ Bercheff had fallen?​

Because⁠‌‍ the Kingdom of‍‍ Eslyn erupted into‌ civil war, with​⁠ the corrupted and​ monsters running free?⁠‌‍

Because​ the crown prince⁠⁠​ of Alprosen had​⁠ died?

Because⁠‌ new demons descended⁠ upon the Kingdom‌ of Linelt and​‍ joined the two​⁠‍ who destroyed Bercheff?‌

Because​ of all of‍‌ that.

The⁠ demon threat had⁠​ reached the Empire’s‌⁠ gates.

Kimaris,​​⁠ demon number 66,‍ and Decarabia, number​ 69, marched east⁠ with entire legions.‍‌‌

Their‌‍ destination was obvious—the⁠ Kingdom of Linelt,⁠⁠ where Valac, number​ 62, had descended‍‌ and which had​⁠ become a land⁠ of demons.

The‍​ three planned to‌‍​ unite their forces.‍‍

The⁠​ north of the‌ Empire was under⁠ threat, and purge​‌ orders were issued‌​ throughout the Schubaben⁠ region.

Every‍⁠ professor of the‌‌⁠ Academy was conscripted.‌⁠‌

For‌ the first time‌⁠‍ in a thousand‌ years, the Academy⁠ closed its doors.”】⁠⁠‍

But⁠ the Academy hadn’t‌ closed.

【“They​‍ say battlefield fervor⁠‌‍ makes the blood‍⁠ boil, but Aint‍‌​ felt the opposite.⁠

Sensing​⁠ those immense auras‌ in the distance,⁠ his resolve sharpened⁠​‌ even more.

‘What‌ was it like​⁠‌ fighting a demon,‍ kid?’

‘Impressive.‌​‍ Even though you‌ inherited the vision⁠ of the First‌‍‌ Emperor Armian, it’s‍ hard to believe​‌​ you’ve achieved so‍‌​ much at your⁠‌ age.’

‘No⁠‌ wonder they call​ you a hero.’⁠‌

‘What⁠​ an end of⁠ times, to live‌ to see three​‍ demons in person.’​‌‍

‘Those⁠‌‍ corrupted bastards must‍ be purified according⁠​⁠ to the Dragon‌‍ God’s will.’

‘Those‌ insects are the⁠‍ ones who forced⁠⁠​ my Academy to⁠⁠⁠ close.’

‘Oh,‍​ Mother Tree, save⁠‌ this world.’

‘So‍ those are the​‌ true demons…’

There⁠⁠ were three demons.‍⁠⁠

The⁠ Alliance spared no​‍ resources this time.​

Loretta‍ Flegman, imperial court‍​ mage.

Hilde⁠​​ Goetz, First Knight‍ of Vienderk.

Armond⁠‌ Merschdorf, sword of⁠‌ the Pellenbergs.

Zerman⁠‍ Kalburden, Marquis of​ Kalburden.

Cardinal‌⁠​ Alby Gallian of⁠​ the Dragon God‍ Cult.

Michael​‍ Montella, rector of‌ Armian Academy.

Es⁠⁠‌ Fryd Fridian, head‍ of the Fridian​ family.

And‌‍ Duke Bador Erbeto⁠‍⁠ of the Kingdom‌‍ of Helfen.

Eight​⁠​ superhumans—Royal Knights and‍ Archmages—gathered once again,​‌​ as in the​⁠ war to reclaim​ Linelt.

Aint‌‌ joined them.

In‍⁠ individual power, he⁠ still didn’t match⁠ those who had​‌‌ transcended humanity, but‌‌⁠ thanks to the‌ power of Armian,‍‍⁠ he could stand​ against the demons.⁠‌

“This‍ time we must‍‍⁠ annihilate them.”

The⁠⁠‌ war to reclaim‌‍‍ Bercheff had begun.‌⁠

‘Yes.⁠⁠‍ We failed last‌​ time, but this‍​ time—this time we’ll‍‌ kill them.’

Aint⁠ clenched his fists.​

In​​‌ Linelt, they had​‍ driven them out,​‍‌ not destroyed them.​‌ But now would‍ be different.

‘Dear​ heavens, another demon!​‌ A fourth?’

‘Demon​‌ number 67, Amdusias!’​‌

The‌ war trumpets blared.‌‌‍

The‌​ battle began with‍ a rain of‍ massive spells.”】

The‍ demons who should⁠ have destroyed Bercheff​⁠‍ and Linelt were​ annihilated, sent back‌ to hell.

【“Luina‌⁠⁠ Bercheff was covered⁠ in blood.

Monster‍⁠ blood.

The⁠‍⁠ stench was so‌‍⁠ dense that her⁠ sense of smell‌‌ had gone numb.​‌

Her⁠​⁠ aura was depleted,‌ her body screaming,‌ her heart about‌​ to burst.

Still,​​‌ she kept swinging‍ her sword.

Killing‍‌‌ again and again.‌⁠ Slashing corrupted without‌ rest.

Advancing,​​ always advancing, until‌‍⁠ she drove her‌ blade into the⁠ demon’s neck.

‘Kimaris…!’‌‌

Her‌​ father’s killer.

Bercheff’s​‌​ enemy.

Her⁠‌ roar shook the⁠ battlefield.”】

Luina‍​ Bercheff, who in‌​ that prophecy should’ve‍​ fallen to madness,⁠ hadn’t.

And‌‍ Rosalia Vienderk, instead,⁠‍ was alive and​⁠ had become the​‍ rector of the‍‍‍ Academy.

“I‌ feel wonderful. As⁠⁠ if all the​ money I’ve earned‍‌‌ and spent until‌‌ now was just‌ to reach this‌ moment.”

A wave of pure‍​ happiness coursed through​⁠ Fernan.

“Have⁠⁠ you taken something?‍⁠‍ You look high.”‍⁠‍

“I’m‍ just happy. Very⁠⁠ happy.”

“Anyone⁠⁠‍ would think you​​‍ were the one⁠⁠​ appointed rector.”

It‌ was a joy‌​‍ that words couldn’t⁠‍ express.

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