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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 265

Chapter 265

He‌ was gaining popularity.‍⁠

Wooden​‍​ could clearly feel‍‍​ it.

“Anyway,​‍ you’re no longer‍‌ a secret. You’re​ always connected, so‍ there’s no risk‌​ of losing you.⁠‍‍ And inside the‍ academy, you can‌ move freely.”

After‌⁠ insisting and begging​​ for so long⁠​ because he was‍ bored of hanging‍‌‍ from Fernan’s neck,‌ he finally got​⁠ permission.

It⁠‍⁠ was his first⁠⁠‍ day walking alone‌ through the academy’s⁠ hallways, and many‌‌ people noticed.

“A‍​‌ golem walking by‌ itself?”

“Wait,‍⁠⁠ could it be—?”⁠‍‍

First⁠‍‌ came confusion.

“Wooden!‍‍ It’s Wooden!”

“It’s‌​⁠ the real Wooden!”⁠​

Then,‌ certainty.

“He’s‌ so cute!”

“He‌ looked at me!‍ At me!”

“No,‍‌​ at me! I love you, Wooden!”‌‌​

And‌⁠‌ finally, ovation.

Wooden‍⁠ naturally enjoyed the​‌ attention. It was⁠​‌ obvious.

After​ all, any being​‍​ with sense had‌ to admire and​‌ marvel at this‌‌ magnificent body.

Wooden‌⁠⁠ increased his size.‍‍‍ His body, which⁠ normally measured only​⁠⁠ 3 cm, grew‌⁠ until it reached⁠ 2 meters.

“He⁠ grew! Amazing!”

“Wow,​ incredible…!”

“He’s‍⁠ awesome! I want‌ to build one⁠​‌ like that!”

The‌‍‍ gazes became more‌ and more enthusiastic.‌‍‌ Wooden hummed in‍⁠‌ satisfaction even though‍‌ he had no‌ nose.

“Wooden?‌ What are you‌‌‌ doing here? Why‍‍ are you alone?”‌​⁠

Someone‍‌‍ approached. It was‌ Aria.

— Kyu.

“Did‍⁠⁠ they give you⁠​‌ permission to move‌ freely inside the⁠ academy? And where‌‍ were you going?”⁠‌‍

— Kyu.

“Just‍ walking?”

— Kyu, kyu.

“And‍‍ walking already entertains‍​ you?”

Aria‍‍ looked at the‍‍​ crowd that had‌⁠ formed around the‍‍ golem and nodded⁠​‍ slightly.

“Well,‍⁠ you’ve always been‌‌​ like that.”

That⁠‌⁠ was why he⁠⁠ had given up‍‌ his body to⁠​⁠ enter that of‌​​ a golem and​ was always proud‍ of his new‍⁠ form.

To​ be honest, lately​​​ Aria also thought​​‌ that the 10-meter‍‍‌ Wooden was quite​ impressive, so she⁠​ didn’t consider it​‌​ strange.

“If⁠ you’ve got nothing​ to do, want‍‍ to come with‍‍ me?”

— Kyu?

“To‌‍ the forest. Well,⁠‌‍ to the place‍​ where the forest‍‍‌ and the lake‌ used to be,‍ southeast of the‍​ island.”

— Kyuu?

“With​ elves hanging from​​ your ears? Who​ taught you to‍‍ talk like that?!”‌⁠⁠

Aria‌‍‌ wasn’t alone. Dozens​‍⁠ of elves escorted​‍ her, forming a solid guard around​‌‌ her.

— Kyu.

“Aha,‌​ it must have‌‍​ been Senior Fernan.‍‌‌ Anyway, we’re going‍ to plant this.”‍⁠‍

She‌‍⁠ pointed to the‍⁠‌ large box she⁠ was carrying in‍‌ her hands.

Wooden⁠ focused for a moment and immediately‍ understood what it⁠‍ contained; his instinct‌⁠ as a spirit‍ reacted with joy.​

— Kyu?

“Yes,⁠⁠ a branch of⁠ the Mother Tree.”​​

Also‌​ called a branch‌ of the World​ Tree, though in‌​ reality it wasn’t‍ just a simple‌‌ branch but a living fragment of⁠‍ it.

It⁠ couldn’t compare to‍ the true World⁠‌​ Tree, but its‌ value was incalculable.​‌‌
(Of⁠ course, Fernan would⁠‌⁠ deny that.)

In​​‌ any case, that‌ branch contained immense‌‍⁠ mana, so much‍‍ that even demons‍‍‌ could use something‌‍​ like that as​⁠ a catalyst for‍ their summons.

— Kyu?

“When⁠ Andrealphus was summoned,⁠ the entire academy​‌⁠ was blown to‌​ pieces, remember? The‌‌‍ forest too. So⁠​ we decided to⁠​‌ use the branch‌‌​ of the Mother⁠ Tree to restore⁠​​ it.”

The⁠ World Tree contained‍‍‍ the power of⁠⁠ nature, a pure‌‌⁠ life force.

Just⁠‌ by planting a branch, trees would‍‍ grow around it,⁠ and in no⁠‍ time a new​‍ forest would form.​

It​‍‌ was a much⁠ more economical solution‍​ than launching a massive reforestation program.​‌​

According⁠ to Pellenberg logic,‌‍‍ of course.

“I​​‍ don’t like treating​​ something as sacred‍‌ as the Mother‌ Tree with economic⁠‍ reasoning, but well​​ we elves are‌‍ the ones who⁠​‍ must donate it.”‌

In⁠⁠⁠ fact, the one​ who had most⁠‍‌ enthusiastically supported the‍‌‍ donation of the‍ Mother Tree was‍⁠ Count Fridian.

“I⁠‍ don’t understand how‌ Fernan managed to​​ convince him again.”​​⁠

In⁠ any case, he‍⁠ was good at⁠ that.

Aria‌‌‌ smiled. In any⁠ case, she was‌⁠ in a good​ mood thanks to‌‍‌ that decision—everything was⁠‌ going well.

“So,​ are you coming?”‌

— Kyuu.

A branch of the‍‌ World Tree spread⁠‍ a soft energy​‌ around it when‍‌ planted.

For‍ a forest spirit⁠ like Wooden, that⁠⁠ was something pleasant.⁠⁠

He​⁠⁠ nodded eagerly, wishing​‌‌ to feel the‌ energy of the‌​ Mother Tree again.‍‍

— Kyuu!

Wooden‌⁠‍ shrank back down⁠ to 3 cm​ and perched on‍ Aria’s shoulder.

“No‌‍ matter how many‌⁠⁠ times I see​‌ it, it’s still⁠‍​ incredible. Not only​ do you reduce‍ your size, but​​ also your weight.‍ You’re so light.”​‍

— Kyu.

“Yes,‌ it’s amazing. And⁠​ I hope you​⁠ know you should​ thank me too.‌⁠ I’m the one‍⁠​ who helped you​‍‍ communicate with Senior​ Fernan.”

— Kyu!

“What?⁠ That I dissuaded‌ you? I don’t​​ remember doing that!”⁠

Arguing⁠‍ with Wooden, Aria‌‌⁠ arrived at the​ place.

The‌‌‍ center of the​ devastated land, where‌ the forest once‍​ stood.

There‍‍​ they would plant‍⁠ the branch of‌ the World Tree‍⁠‌ to restore it.⁠‍‍

“…Do‌‍ you need something​ from me?”

Aria‌⁠​ turned after setting‍⁠ the box down‍⁠ on the ground.​‌‍

“You’ve​⁠‌ been following us‍​ from the dormitory,​‍⁠ haven’t you?”

Behind⁠ her stood a young man with⁠‍ a somewhat childish​ appearance.

The⁠‍ elves immediately surrounded⁠​‍ Aria and pointed​‍‍ their swords at⁠ him.

“You‍‍‍ knew he was‌⁠​ following you and​ still let him⁠‌ get this far?⁠⁠ Was that on‍⁠ purpose?”

“I‍‍ haven’t seen you‍⁠‍ before—a new student?”⁠‍​

Aria‌ gripped her staff.‌

“Or​‌ a corrupt one?”‍⁠

Her​ eyes hardened. The​⁠​ guards completely surrounded‌⁠​ the boy.

“Did‍‌ you come for‍‍ the branch of‌ the World Tree?​⁠ Or are you⁠​⁠ here to attack‌ me again?”

Aria,​​⁠ like Verian, was‌​‍ sick of mind-control‍​‍ attempts.

The‌‍ spirits began to‍ manifest.

But‍ even surrounded, the‌ young man remained‍​​ calm.

“Correct,‌‌ Senior.”

He⁠‍ clapped. Clap, clap.‍

“I’m‌​ a new student.”‌

“But‌⁠‌ no, I didn’t​⁠ come for the​‍⁠ branch of the⁠‍⁠ World Tree or‌ with bad intentions.”⁠‌⁠

“Ah,​ though if you‍ gave it to‍ me willingly, I wouldn’t complain.”

Dozens​⁠ of swords pressed⁠‌ against his skin‌ at once.

The‌ cold contact, the‍ hostile gazes. Finally,​⁠‍ the boy fell‍​ silent.

“Be⁠‍ careful. My skin’s‍ quite sensitive.”

A small cut mark​ appeared on his‍ neck.

“A⁠ corrupt one, spouting‌‌ nonsense…”

And‌‍ then—

— Kyuu!

“Wooden?”​

Wooden,⁠ who had been​​⁠ sitting on Aria’s‍⁠ shoulder, suddenly stood‌‌‍ up.

He​‍ leapt and took‌​ on his two-meter‍‍⁠ form.

His‍​‍ eyes shone with​ a light more‍ intense than before.​

— It’s been a long time, Professor⁠⁠‌ Dominic.

The‍ voice that came⁠​ from Wooden’s mouth⁠‌⁠ wasn’t his own.​

“I⁠‌​ never thought you’d‌‍⁠ recognize me instantly,‍‍ Fernan. Does that⁠​⁠ mean I left‍⁠⁠ that strong an‍ impression as a professor?”

— You left an‍ impression, yes, but⁠‌ not because of‌‍​ your false identity‍‍⁠ as a professor—because‍ of your true‍‌ nature.

“Oh,⁠ really? Then you‍ can call me‌‌ Dantalion, can’t you?”​‍⁠

“I‌⁠ knew you’d find⁠ me out, but⁠‍ hearing it directly‌ is a pity.‌⁠ It’s much more‌‌ effective when they​‍⁠ don’t know.”

— You’ve infiltrated yourself⁠ well again, I see.

“When​ one thinks everything’s⁠‌‌ over, that’s when‌⁠​ it’s easiest to​‌ let their guard⁠‍⁠ down.”

— Just one question.​ When did you‌​ descend? And what⁠‍‌ did you offer‍‍⁠ as sacrifice?

“Do‍⁠ you really think‌​ I’d answer that?”⁠

Dantalion’s‌⁠ crooked smile widened.‌​

“Ah,‌‌‌ I actually came‍‌ here because I wanted to have⁠‍‌ a little chat​ with you.”

The‍​‌ clone stared straight‍​‌ into Wooden’s eyes—or‍​ rather, through them—toward‍‌ Fernan.

— And you needed​ to use such⁠‌⁠ a complicated method​‌ for that?

“You‍‌​ see, meeting you‌ directly would be‍‌ troublesome. Even if‍‍ this is a copy, if I die, I still​ take the damage.”⁠⁠‌

Especially‌ since it’s already‍ known that you’re‌ the successor of‌‌ the Adversaries.

‘Adversaries…?’‌

Fernan‌​ frowned, but said⁠ nothing.

At​ that moment, he‌ was in a carriage on his‌​ way to the​​​ place.

“I‌‌ suppose you’re already⁠‍ on your way‍ here, but don’t‍ come. My message⁠ is simple.”

The⁠⁠ clone pulled a letter from his‌‍ chest and threw‍​ it to Aria.​‍⁠

“An​⁠‌ invit—”

───────!⁠​

A white flash blazed.⁠​

The‍‌ clone was split⁠⁠ in two before‍ he could even‌​‍ finish speaking.

“I⁠ didn’t expect this…⁠⁠‌ Don’t tell me​‌ you can also​‍ transmit… the power​⁠​ of the Adversary…⁠‌ to the golem…​ remotely…? If you​‌⁠ don’t come… you’ll​‍​ regret…”

The‌‌ dragon’s power completely​‍‍ disintegrated him. The⁠​‍ clone turned to​⁠ dust and vanished.​​‍

“What‍​​ a persistent guy.⁠​ How far has‌‍ he spread within​⁠ the Empire?”

Aria​‍‌ picked up the‍‍ fallen letter.

“Senior,⁠⁠ can I read⁠‍‍ it first?”

— Kyuu?

Wooden‍‍ tilted his head.‍⁠‌ The link had‍ been severed.

Moments‍ later, a luxurious‍ carriage drawn by​ eight horses stopped​⁠ in front of‌‌ her.

It‍‍​ was Fernan.

“Give‍ it to me.”​

“Can⁠ I read it​ with you?”

“Do⁠‍ whatever you want.”⁠

He‌​ unfolded the letter.​

There‌‌‍ was only one‍‍ word written.

[Frazia‍‌ Kingdom.]

“An‌⁠⁠ invitation.”

“It’s​​‍ a trap. And‍ a blatant one.”‌

Aria​‍​ frowned.

“Are‍⁠ you going?”

“I’m​⁠ not stupid enough⁠ to walk into‍​‍ a trap knowing‍⁠‍ it’s a trap.”‌‌

“So,​⁠‌ does that mean‍ you might go​​ if it wasn’t​⁠ ‘just’ a trap?”‌‌​

“I’ll‍‍​ decide depending on⁠ the situation.”

The​‌ demons already knew‌‌⁠ all his power.​

They⁠​‌ knew how strong‍ Aint and Luina⁠⁠ were, and also⁠‍ that Fernan possessed‌‍⁠ the power of‍ the dragon.

And⁠ yet, they had⁠‍‍ laid a trap⁠⁠‌ and sent an⁠⁠ invitation.

It‍‍‌ definitely wasn’t something‍ ordinary.

And⁠​ if he didn’t‌⁠ go?

The​ answer was obvious.⁠

“They’ll‌ destroy Frazia.”

There​⁠ was already a precedent that the‌‍⁠ corrupt had infiltrated‌ that kingdom.

Although‌⁠ Aint and Fernan⁠ had eliminated most‍ of them, it⁠‍‍ was likely that⁠ whoever was guiding​‍‌ them was also⁠ corrupt, hiding the‍​⁠ real ones.

“I’ll‍⁠ go first. You‍ finish planting the​‌ branch of the‍ Mother Tree.”

“You’re‌‍​ not even going⁠‍‍ to wait for​⁠ us?”

“And‍‌‌ why should I?”​

“Well…‍‍​ it’s not that‍‌ you have to,‍ but if you​ at least dug​​‌ the hole, we’d‍​ finish much faster!”⁠‍‌

“Ask​ your guards. Some​ of them look⁠​ like druids.”

—Kyuuu!‍

Wooden‌‍‌ settled on Fernan’s‍​ shoulder.

Leaving‍ the elves behind,​​ the carriage departed.⁠‍​

“…Let’s​ finish quickly and⁠‍ follow them.”

“Yes,‌‍‌ Lady Aria.”

The‍ earth spirits began‍⁠​ digging.

***‌​‌

How⁠⁠ useful it would​ be if a prophecy appeared right⁠ now.

Then‍⁠ he could know‍‍‌ exactly what Dantalion‌‍​ was planning in​‌ Frazia, how many​⁠‍ corrupt were infiltrated,⁠ and to what‌ extent the kingdom‍ was involved.

But⁠ there was no⁠​ help.

Without​⁠ the book of⁠‍​ prophecies, he had⁠ to rely on‌‍⁠ traditional methods.

Fernan‌‍‍ sent all the​ available members of‍​ the Golden Pillar‍ toward Frazia.

Asking⁠⁠ for help from‍‌​ the Golden Turtle‍‍ Guild would be⁠‍‍ safer, but that​‍‍ wasn’t possible at‍​​ the moment.

‘After‌⁠⁠ everything that’s happened,⁠⁠ this isn’t a simple coincidence. I have a hunch​​ demons are behind‌​ this.’

It⁠ wasn’t just a suspicion—in some way,‌‌⁠ a certainty.

If‌‍​ demons were involved,​ the Guild wouldn’t​ have the freedom‍ to help.

One⁠‍‌ week later—

“Aint‍⁠ Armian, Luina Bercheff,‍‍⁠ Aria Fridian, Verian​⁠⁠ Kalburden, Gismond Ert,‌‍ Ahgrot, Adolf Fridian,⁠ and me.”

“This​⁠ already sounds like​‍​ trouble.”

“We‍‍ want permission for‌‌‌ a one-month off-campus⁠​⁠ training.”

“A‍⁠ semester only lasts⁠‍⁠ three months, and‍ you want to​​ miss a whole⁠ one? With professors‍ included?”

Chhhh—‍⁠

Rosalia‍‌ crushed her cigarette​⁠ hard into the​ ashtray.

“Fernan⁠ Pellenberg, you’ve definitely‌​ lost your mind.”‍

“Professor⁠​‍ Dominique sent an‌‍ invitation.”

“I’ll⁠‌ go.”

“The‌‌‍ rector, in the‍​⁠ middle of the⁠‍​ semester?”

“And⁠⁠ why not? If‌‌​ it’s to kill‍ the bastard who‍‍⁠ destroyed the academy,⁠⁠ I have every‌ right.”

Rector​ Rosalia stood up,⁠⁠⁠ ready to leave‍‌ right then and‌ there.

“Please‌​ calm down. You’ve⁠‌ just taken office.‌ What’ll happen if‌‍​ you’re absent during‌ the semester?”

“If‌‍ I say I’m⁠​ going to hunt⁠⁠ a demon, anyone‌‌‍ will understand.”

“Not‌​ if you can’t​‌‍ even catch him.”‍‌‌

“Then⁠‌ you deal with⁠ the consequences. You’re‍‌‍ his sponsor, aren’t‌‌ you?”

“Is‌‌‍ that how you‌‌‍ treat your sponsor?”⁠

“And⁠​ aren’t you trying​⁠‌ to use the‌‍ rector the same‌‍⁠ way?”

They‌ stared each other​ down.

It‌​ was Rosalia who​ spoke first.

“…Fine.​ But make sure‍ you bring that​​‍ trash back.”

Rosalia‌ was aware of‍ her position.

Just‍​ as Fernan said,​‌ without solid evidence,​​ she couldn’t leave‍ her post.

“I’ll‌‌ do my best.”⁠

“I’ll​ send Adolf Fridian​‍‌ as the supervisor‍ for the training.”​‌

Remember‌ this.

You‍ must catch him.‍‌‍

With‌⁠​ those words, the​‌⁠ rector dismissed them.‍​

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