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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 264

Chapter 264

The⁠⁠ prophecies still existed,⁠ but some of⁠‌ them, due to⁠​ the changes caused‌ by Fernan, no‌⁠‌ longer made sense.‌‌

That​‌⁠ had happened in⁠​ Bercheff, and it​‍⁠ was happening again‌‌ now.

The​​ demons who, in‌​ the original future,‌​ were supposed to⁠‍⁠ spread terror across‌​ the continent, had‍‍‍ already been eliminated.​‍

That⁠⁠ was also proof⁠‍ that Fernan was⁠ properly guiding the⁠⁠ course of events.⁠

‘Even‌ so, the original⁠‌ future was truly⁠‍ horrible.’

Bercheff‍‌ destroyed, Esrin plagued‍‌ with monsters, Linelt​‍ ravaged, and three‍⁠​ demons attacking the‌ Empire at the‌ same time?

And⁠​​ that in the⁠​‌ middle of all⁠‍ that, I ended⁠ up ruined and‌‌‌ expelled without a cent?

It‍‍ was a relief‌​ that such a nightmare would never⁠‌‍ come true.

After​‌ finishing his conversation‍ with Rector Rosalia,‍ Fernan stepped out⁠‌ of the office.‍

Outside‌ was buzzing with⁠‍ activity.

Students⁠‌‍ returning, professors resuming​ their posts, and​​ also new students‍‌ who had just​​ been admitted.

Although‌ the city hadn’t‌⁠​ been fully rebuilt‌ yet and there‍‌‍ were no civilians,‌⁠⁠ the selection of‍‌‍ new students had​‌ already taken place​⁠ a week earlier.⁠‍

‘Too⁠ bad I can’t‍‍⁠ use the power‍‌⁠ of the prophecy‌​ book this time.’‌‌​

In‍ the original future,‍⁠ the academy was​⁠‌ supposed to have‌‍ closed its doors,⁠‍‍ so that semester‍⁠​ no new students‌ were admitted.

That’s‌ why the book⁠ didn’t mention any‍‌ outstanding students.

A shame, but nothing​ more.

‘Well,‍‌ let’s check the​ student register first.’⁠

He‍‌ could identify the⁠⁠ new ones the⁠⁠ traditional way, no​⁠ need for prophecies.⁠⁠‌

‘Now​‌​ that I think⁠​ about it, I’m​​ already in my‌ fourth year.’

Graduating‌ next year.

Still,⁠‌⁠ he had no‌ intention of leaving⁠ the Academy immediately.⁠

With‌‌ demons still moving⁠ in the shadows,‌ he had to‍ stay as close‌‌ to Aint as‍‌ possible.

‘If‍ I ask Rector​⁠⁠ Rosalia for a favor, she’ll surely​⁠‌ find me a post.’

With​⁠ her support, staying⁠ another year at⁠ the Academy wouldn’t​⁠​ be a problem.‌​

You​‍⁠ can always come‌ up with a good excuse.

Time​ passed, and the​‍ students who had​​ left the Academy‍‍ began returning one​ by one.

“Fernan,​ how have you​⁠‌ been?”

“I’ve‍​‍ been well, but‌ you seem thinner.”‍‍‍

“I‌ spent quite some‌‌‌ lively time with‌ my father. Ah,‍ here.”

“A‍​ letter?”

“Yes.‌‍ My father asked​⁠ me to deliver‍‌⁠ it to you.”⁠

Fernan‌ unfolded the letter.‌⁠

“Do​‌​ you know what‍‍ it says?”

“Yes.”‌‌⁠

Luina‍⁠ had returned from⁠ Bercheff. In just‍ one month under⁠‍ the frontier count’s‍ tutelage, she had‌‌ become even sharper⁠‌​ and deadlier.

“Senior.”‍

“Your‍‌ skin is quite⁠ tanned. Weren’t you​‌ in Armian?”

Aint‌‍ had returned as‍⁠ well.

Fernan⁠​ already expected it—after​⁠‍ all, he had⁠‌​ the best master‍‍‍ possible, Gardner, by​⁠ his side.

“I⁠​ was in the⁠⁠​ Taklakan Desert, meeting⁠‌ with the tribes.”​‌

“Taklakan?”‌

He‍‍ had almost forgotten,⁠ but the desert⁠​‍ tribes had sworn⁠⁠‍ loyalty to Aint.⁠​

“Yes.⁠ They’re doing well.‍‌​ Fortunately, it doesn’t‌ seem like the⁠ corrupted are moving⁠ in that area⁠‍​ again.”

Aint​​ added that the‌​ tribes would join‌‍ Armian’s army.

An‍‌ excellent move—no, the⁠ best Armian could​ make at that‌​ moment. The desert‍ tribes were a naturally fearsome force.‍‍‍

‘Was‌⁠ it Gardner’s advice,‍‌ or is he‍‍​ starting to understand‌​ the situation on⁠‍ his own?’

Either‌ way, it was‍​‍ a good sign.​‍⁠

“Senior,​‍ didn’t you miss‍‌⁠ me?”

Aria‌​ had also returned.⁠​​

Fully⁠‌ recovered, she was⁠‍‍ now powerful enough‌⁠ to summon two‌​ high spirits at‍ the same time.⁠

“Do⁠‍‌ you level up‍​‍ every time you⁠⁠⁠ get brainwashed or​​ what?”

“Stop​‍ saying that! It’s​ not because of⁠ brainwashing! It’s because‌‍ I worked hard⁠‍⁠ so it wouldn’t‍⁠ happen again!”

“But​⁠ the result’s the‍‍⁠ same, isn’t it?‍‍​ Maybe if you⁠‍​ get brainwashed a few more times,‌‌‌ you’ll be able​⁠​ to contract the⁠​⁠ Spirit King.”

“Stop‌‌ saying nonsense.”

Because​ if he was‌‌ the one saying​ it, it was‌​ scary to think⁠‍‌ he might actually‍ do it.

Aria⁠ clicked her tongue.‌⁠

“……”‍

Verian⁠ had also returned.⁠‌ And like Luina,​ he came back​ sharper and more‌⁠‌ focused than ever.‍‍

“Looks⁠ like you were​ busy during vacation.”‌​

“Yes.​⁠ I defeated my‌ younger brother in‌ just two moves,​‍ and my father‍‍⁠ hasn’t let me⁠⁠​ rest since.”

Verian’s‌‍‍ brother was none​​ other than his‌‍⁠ rival for succession—Obert​ Kalburden, a youth​‌ nearly as talented⁠⁠‍ as him, and‌ one of this‍⁠ semester’s new students.‍

“So⁠‌ he’s officially acknowledged​‍ you as heir?”‌​​

“I⁠ don’t know. It’s‌ impossible to understand⁠⁠​ what he’s thinking.”​‍

Although‍ Verian said it‍⁠​ indifferently, Fernan had‌ a different view.⁠

‘The‍ Marquis Kalburden is⁠‍‌ a typical noble—he⁠‌⁠ craves fame, power,​ and prosperity for‍‍⁠ his house.’

He‍‍ had pitted his‍‍‍ two sons against‌‍⁠ each other to⁠⁠ decide who would‍ become the next⁠‍ head of the⁠ lineage, using anything‌ that might benefit‌​ the family.

If‌‍​ he had started⁠ personally instructing Verian​​ in swordsmanship, it​ meant he had⁠‍ already taken sides.‍‍

‘The‌‍ Kalburden family is,‍ after the Elector‍‌‍ Princes’ lineages, one​‍​ of the richest‌‍​ families in the​‌ Empire.’

He⁠‌‍ tried to push‌‌⁠ aside Armian to⁠ reach the title​​​ of Elector, but⁠⁠‍ that dream was‍‍ shared by all‍​ nobles, so he⁠ couldn’t blame him.⁠‍

And‍‍ so, with the⁠⁠ return of all‍‌‍ students and professors,​​​ the Academy began⁠‌⁠ a new semester.⁠

***​⁠⁠

As‌ professors and students⁠‍ returned, the Academy​‌ gradually came back‍‍ to life.

It​⁠ was as if​⁠​ Andrealphus’s appearance had​​ been a lie—everyday⁠‍ calm reigned once​ more.

Fernan,‍​⁠ sitting on the‍‍ rooftop terrace of‌‌ Ravidus Hall, drank‌ a cup of‍⁠‍ hot coffee while‌⁠‍ overlooking the Academy’s‍ landscape.

Two⁠⁠‌ weeks had already​‌ passed since the⁠ start of the​ semester.

Although‌‌ many areas were⁠⁠ still unfinished, the‍⁠ buildings were rising‌​‍ quickly, and the⁠‌ scenery changed day​‍‍ by day.

“Sometimes,⁠‍​ having a bit⁠​​ of free time‌‌‌ isn’t so bad.”‍⁠

It⁠‍ was the most⁠⁠⁠ peaceful period he⁠‍‍ had had in⁠⁠ a long while.‍​​

Since‌ the academic city​ hadn’t been fully‍⁠ rebuilt yet, the‌ population had decreased⁠ considerably, and with‌​ that, so had​‍ the activities of⁠‌ the Golden Turtle‌ Guild.

Nothing​​ requiring his direct‍​ attention—only minor matters.​‍⁠

While‌‌ pondering over the‌‍ passages in the⁠‍⁠ prophecy book, Fernan​‌ contemplated how to‌​ install the Bell‌​⁠ of the Pasa‍ in the Kingdom⁠‍​ of Linelt.

“The⁠‍ young master doesn’t‌​ look very calm,⁠⁠​ I must say.”‌‍

“The‍​​ Bell of the‌‌ Pasa is the​⁠​ issue. How do​ I get it‍​‍ out of here?⁠‍ No matter what​​ excuse I come⁠​⁠ up with, the​‌ Elector Princes will⁠‌ oppose it without⁠ hesitation.”

His‍‍​ father, Duke Yvon,​‍ was still buying‌​ time in the⁠ meetings, but no‌‍‌ one could guarantee‌‍ how much longer​​⁠ he’d be able‌‍ to delay the‍ decision.

The⁠​‌ Black Turtles he​​‍ had sent north⁠‌‌ should soon bring‌ back some convincing‍ evidence.

“Taking‍‍‍ a relic of‌ the First Emperor​‍ out of the‍⁠‌ Empire is crazy‍‌​ to begin with.”‍​

“That’s‌​ not a relic‌ of the First‍ Emperor—it’s my mithril,⁠‍‍ my orichalcum, and​⁠ my adamantite they‌ used to make‌​ it.”

“But​‌ officially, it’s said⁠‍‍ that it was‌ created with the⁠ collaboration of the‍‌‌ Elector Princes.”

There‌​‌ was the problem.⁠​​

Back⁠⁠ then, to avoid‌ shouldering all the‌‌ costs alone, Fernan‌‍‍ had made the​⁠ Electors pitch in​ funds, and now‌ that very move⁠‍ was tying his‌⁠ hands.

“Stop‍‌ criticizing and give​ me a good‌⁠⁠ idea, even just‍⁠‌ one.”

“I’m​​​ your escort, not⁠​⁠ your strategist.”

Hyde‍‍‍ answered with total‌ confidence. There was‌ nothing to argue.​‍

“Rather,‍ read this.”

“A‌⁠ newspaper? I already‍‍⁠ read them all‍ this morning.”

“It’s​ not from the​ Empire’s papers.”

Fernan‌ took the copy.‌‌ Just as Hyde‍​‍ had said, it⁠‌ didn’t belong to⁠ any of the⁠ five major imperial⁠​‍ newspapers.

“Balden—that’s​⁠‌ the most influential‌ newspaper in Baroska,‌ isn’t it?”

Baroska​⁠⁠ was a northern​‌ kingdom, bordering Grunard⁠ to the north⁠ and Hainburk to‌ the northeast, and​ separated to the⁠ south by the​​ vast Ern Bay,‌​ across from the‍‍ Kingdom of Esrin.‌

“Yes,⁠⁠ that’s the one.”‍‍⁠

“Let’s⁠⁠ see.”

Fernan⁠‌​ unfolded the newspaper.⁠

【The⁠​​ Continental Alliance expands!‍ Following Alprosen, the⁠ Kingdoms of Esrin‌ and Helfen confirm​ their accession.】

“Page⁠​‌ 21, bottom left​‍ corner.”

There,⁠‍‌ a small article⁠‍‍ stood out.

【Red⁠‍ spots appear after⁠ using F■■■ cosmetics?‌​​ Trouble for the​‍ brand once considered⁠​‍ the best?】

At‍⁠ first glance, it‍​ was a direct⁠‍‍ attack on Flos,⁠‍‌ the luxury cosmetics‍​ brand of the​ Golden Turtle Guild.‍‌

“Have​ they lost their​​ minds or what?”‌

More​‍ than anger, Fernan⁠⁠ felt curiosity.

Though​⁠ the Guild was‌⁠​ headquartered in the⁠​‍ Empire, it already⁠ operated in many‍‌‍ countries, and Baroska‌ was no exception.⁠⁠

In​ fact, the Golden‌‌‌ Turtle Guild’s influence⁠ there was huge,⁠​⁠ especially among newspapers,‍⁠ which lived off‍ its advertising and⁠​‍ would never dare⁠⁠ criticize their biggest​⁠‍ sponsor.

“Want​ me to investigate?”​​‍

“No,⁠‌‌ leave it.”

Fernan​‌‌ shook his head.⁠‍⁠ It was unexpected,‍ yes, but not‌⁠‌ his direct concern.​⁠

“Father⁠ must already know.​ He’s surely aware​ of the cause‌‍​ and is looking‌​​ for a solution.”​‌‍

Duke‍ Yvon Pellenberg had​ led both the​ Pellenberg Family and​​‍ the Golden Turtle‍ Guild for decades.​​‍

Even⁠⁠ if Fernan had⁠ the prophecy book​‌‍ and achieved great​ results, he still‌ couldn’t match him‍ as a merchant,‌ administrator, or strategist.‌

His‌ father would take‍​ care of it.⁠⁠ Fernan had other‍ priorities.

“It’s‌​‌ time to prepare‌ the New Emblem‌ Tournament between Aint‍​ and Luina.”

The​‌‌ competition to obtain‍​⁠ the title of‍‍⁠ Royal Knight.

Whether‌ or not Aint⁠‍ obtained the title,‌​⁠ he would remain‌‍⁠ a hero.

But‍‌‍ without a doubt,‌​ a Royal Knight‍​ hero inspired more‌⁠ confidence than one⁠​​ without a title.‌​

“Do‍‍​ you think it’ll‌‍⁠ be possible?”

“Read⁠‌ this.”

Fernan​ handed Hyde a letter from Luina.‍

[It’s‍ been a while.‌⁠​ You told me‌​‍ you hired Garrett‍⁠⁠ for Bercheff…]

The‍​ letter was long,‍⁠‌ but the message⁠⁠​ was clear.

[…Even‍⁠‌ facing him, I couldn’t surpass him.‌‌ What the hell‌ did you do⁠​ to this girl?]​

Luina’s⁠⁠⁠ growth was terrifying.​

[She’s⁠ my daughter, but⁠ her rate of‍ improvement is inhuman.​​‌ A hundred steps⁠⁠​ become two hundred,⁠ two hundred become‌‍‍ three hundred in‌​ the blink of​⁠​ an eye. By‍ the end of‍‌ the break, I realized she’s already⁠⁠ capable of facing‍‍‌ other Royal Knights.]‍⁠

A skill level worthy‌​‌ of a Royal⁠ Knight, endorsed by‍​ Albinos Bercheff himself,​⁠ a man who​ never exaggerated.

The​‍⁠ letter concluded by‍ asking that, since⁠ he was busy‌‌‍ rebuilding the territory,‍ Luina participate in‌ the New Emblem​ Tournament.

“If​ they ask us⁠ for something like‍ this, we must‌‌ accept. Bercheff and⁠ Pellenberg are too⁠⁠⁠ entangled to refuse.”‍‍

Linelt‌‍⁠ and Bercheff were,​‌‍ along with Pellenberg,​​‍ the biggest partners‍ of the Guild.‌

“And​ what about Aint⁠ Armian?”

“Since⁠ he returned, he’s​⁠​ been sparring with​‍ her every day.‌‌⁠ With Verian, Hyde,⁠ Professor Adolf, and⁠‌ Assistant Gismond, that’s‍⁠⁠ five. And even​‍⁠ then, only Aint​ can match her.”‌

Both⁠‌⁠ had talent in‍ abundance. What took‍⁠ others months, they​‌​ achieved in just​⁠⁠ a month.

Just​⁠ as the prophecy‌​ book foretold—the genius‍ and the protagonist.‌‌​ Fernan was satisfied.​‌⁠

‘Making⁠⁠ that proposal to⁠⁠ Luina that day‌‍‍ was the best‍ move I could’ve‌ made.’

“The​‌ only thing worrying‍⁠ is Schwaben…”

The⁠​ title of Archmage​​ was granted by‍‍ the Pope of‌⁠ the Dragon God‌ Cult, but the​⁠ title of Royal⁠ Knight was conferred‌ by the Emperor.‍‌

And‍‍‍ the current imperial​ bloodline was still‍‌​ Schwaben.

“If‍​ Aint requests to⁠​ participate in the⁠‌ tournament, I can​​ already imagine the⁠ reaction.”

His⁠ role would be‌ to smooth everything‍​ over and ensure‌ the process unfolded​ without incident.

Fernan‌‌ clenched his fist,‌ resolute.

***​

Ducal⁠‍‌ House of the‌​​ Pellenbergs.

【Defect‌‍ found in Golden⁠ Turtle Guild artifacts!‌‍⁠ Where is your‍⁠​ pride in perfection​⁠ now?】

Duke‌ Yvon Pellenberg laid‌⁠ the newspaper silently​ on the table.⁠

Just⁠⁠‍ days after the⁠ article in Baroska,‌​ it was now‍‌‍ the Kingdom of‍‍‌ Juxen’s turn.

And‌ it wasn’t the‌ only one—in various⁠‍ northern kingdoms, malicious‌ rumors about the⁠‍ Guild were starting⁠ to surface.

“What⁠⁠ do you think​‍ is going on?”⁠​

“They’ve‍ lost their minds,​⁠​ your grace.”

The‍‌​ Golden Turtle Guild,‌‍ a continent-spanning organization,⁠⁠⁠ was the biggest‌ client of all‌‍ those publications.

And‍​ even so, they⁠‍ dared to bite‍‌⁠ the hand that‍‌ fed them.

“The​‌⁠ problem is, it’s‌ not just Baroska‍ and Juxen. In‌‍⁠ Grunard and Nellaton,​ articles are starting‌⁠ to appear as‌ well.”

All⁠‌‌ with the same⁠‍​ message—that the guild⁠ had serious internal​ problems.

“Did⁠⁠​ you meet with‌ the directors?”

“Yes.⁠‍ They all say​‍​ the same—that they‍ only published the⁠​ articles because they‍ were paid, and​‍ that they don’t​ reflect their papers’‌ actual views.”

Nothing​⁠ but worthless excuses.‌⁠‍

“Should‌‍ we pull the⁠​⁠ advertising?”

“That‍‍‌ would be pointless.‍‍ All those editorials⁠‌‍ are tied to⁠​ royal families.”

Those‌ who had begun⁠ attacking Pellenberg were,​ without exception, newspapers⁠ sponsored by the​ northern crowns.

This​​ was no longer⁠‌​ just press—it was⁠⁠⁠ monarchies making their​​ move.

Pulling‌‍ the ads would⁠‍‍ be a mistake.⁠‌ It would give⁠‍⁠ them reason to⁠⁠ play the victim‍ and manipulate public​ opinion.

Under‌​‌ normal circumstances, Yvon⁠‍ wouldn’t have been​‍ bothered, but seeing‍‌ so many northern​ kingdoms act in‌​‌ unison was far⁠⁠‍ too suspicious.

“Do​ you think the‌⁠ northern kingdoms are⁠​ behind this?”

If‍ it were just‍⁠‌ one kingdom, he‌​⁠ would’ve taken it‍ as a sign‌ of greed and⁠ sent someone to‌‌‍ deal with it.‌‍

But​‍‌ a coordinated movement‌ required caution.

“Send​⁠‌ the Black Turtles‍​​ to investigate. I want to know‌​​ who’s behind this.”‌‌

“Yes,⁠ your grace.”

“Until‍‌‌ we have something‌⁠ concrete, not a single misstep.”

“Understood.”‍​

The‌ butler withdrew.

Duke⁠⁠⁠ Yvon ran a hand across his⁠ forehead.

Would⁠ it be coincidence‍​‌ that this happened‌‍⁠ just after Fernan‍‍ spoke of “the⁠ corrupted in the‌‍ north”?

“Whether‍ they’re kings, corrupts,​‍ or demons…”

It‌​ didn’t matter.

The‌ emblem of the‌ Pellenbergs, the Golden‍ Turtle, actually came⁠ from a snapping‍‌ turtle—a predator that⁠⁠​ never let go⁠‌⁠ of its prey.​

“I’ll​‍ show them what‌ happens when they​​ try to snatch​​ money from the⁠⁠‌ Pellenbergs.”

His⁠​ eyes turned cold‌​​ as steel.

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