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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 266

Chapter 266

It​‌‌ all happened in‍⁠⁠ the blink of‍ an eye.

With‍ the approval of‍ the field practice​ by decision of⁠‍​ the rector, Fernan‍⁠⁠ immediately began preparations‍ to depart for‍​‌ Frazia.

“Field⁠‌ practice? So suddenly?”⁠​‍

“What?‌ Already going on‍‍ a trip at‍‌​ the start of​⁠​ the semester?”

“And‌ Aint too? Don’t⁠‍​ tell me it’s⁠ another demon again?”⁠‍‍

The​ students weren’t stupid.​

Every​ time Fernan or⁠‍ Aint left the​‍ academy, word would​‌ spread that some‌​ corrupted or demon​​ was involved.

“Is‌ another demon going‍⁠‌ to descend?”

“No​​‍ way…”

“Will⁠ it be at‍​​ the academy?”

“If‍ they’re leaving the‌​ academy, it’s obvious​⁠ it’s not here.”‍‌​

It‌⁠​ was inevitable.

“Well,​ with this we⁠‍‍ can’t go secretly‍​ anymore.”

“The⁠⁠ moment such a large group leaves‍‌⁠ all at once,‌ secrecy becomes pointless.”⁠​

“But⁠ we still don’t‌​​ know exactly what‍ we’re going for.”⁠⁠⁠

“That’s⁠​ true too.”

Luckily,⁠​ this time it​ didn’t matter much‌ if people found⁠‌⁠ out or not.⁠​

Both​ sides knew perfectly​⁠ well that since⁠‍‍ it was a direct invitation from‌⁠‌ Dantalion, they would‌‌ be fully prepared.‌

“Either​ way, I don’t⁠ think we should⁠ go.”

Hyde⁠‌ spoke with a worried voice.

“Half‌​​ of the Golden⁠ Pillar agents sent‌ to Frazia have‌​‍ lost contact, young​⁠‍ master.”

The‌ guild agents sent​‌‍ to investigate the‍‍​ situation in Frazia⁠‍‍ had infiltrated noble‍ houses and royal‍⁠‍ families suspected of⁠ ties with the​ corrupted—and all had‍ disappeared.

“That’s​‌ precisely why we‍‌‌ must go.”

Thanks​ to their sacrifice,⁠‌‌ at least they‌ could identify which‍​ places were suspicious.‌‍

The⁠ areas without a response were undoubtedly​​ the most rotten.⁠

“Let’s⁠​ depart.”

The‌​⁠ group boarded the‍​‍ ship.

As‍‌ the academy became⁠ smaller in the​ distance, Luina asked:‍‌‍

“And‌ aren’t we bringing‌‍ Carlo Deneb with⁠​ us?”

Luina⁠ already knew that⁠ Fernan had managed⁠ to turn Carlo​​⁠ into an ally,​​‌ and also knew⁠ that the method⁠‍​ had been quite⁠​ similar to the‍‍⁠ one he used​‍ with Verian.

Before,‍​​ she would have‌‌​ protested that it‍‌ wasn’t right, but‌​‍ now she simply⁠ accepted it.

If⁠ he had sinned‍ by being manipulated‍⁠‍ by a demon,​‌‍ let him redeem‍‍ that mistake by‍‌​ fighting one.

“Carlo‌‍ is a man​​ of great pride.”‌⁠​

Although⁠⁠ he was a wealthy commoner, he‌ took immense pride⁠ in having been‍‍‍ top of the​ academy.

That’s‌‌ why, when Fernan‍​‍ surpassed him and⁠ took that spot,‌‌ he resented it‍​⁠ the most, trying​​‌ to reclaim it‍⁠ at all costs.‌⁠‍

“That‍ led him down⁠⁠‍ the wrong path,​⁠ even seeking out‍‍‌ Dantalion on his‍‌⁠ own and ending‌⁠‍ up corrupted. But‌​ it wasn’t his‍‍⁠ fault.”

After⁠ all, he had​​ only done the‌ best he could.⁠​‌

Even‍​ Fernan, who possessed⁠ the prophetic book,​⁠‌ didn’t know that⁠‍ Professor Dominique was⁠⁠ an incarnation of‍‍‌ Dantalion.

“I’ve​ put a collar​​ around the neck‌⁠‌ of a man​⁠‍ with that kind‍​‌ of pride, yes,‌⁠‍ but if I give him a direct order, he’ll​ only rebel more.”‍‌​

“Then‍⁠​ what do you⁠‌⁠ plan to do?”⁠‍‌

“Leave‌ him alone.”

A crooked smile crossed​ Fernan’s lips.

“Humans‌‍ are curious creatures.‌ If you pay‍‌ them too much​ attention, they desire‍ less; but if‌‌ you ignore them‍‍ too much, they​⁠ crave to be⁠‌‍ seen.”

“I‌‍‍ get it—he’s so​ nervous from your⁠‍ threats that, now‌‌ that you’re not‍‍‍ giving him any⁠‌ signals, he must‍ be getting desperate,‍ right?”

“Exactly.”‍

Fernan‌ nodded, satisfied.

“He‍‍ must be thinking,‍ ‘What is he‍‌ planning to do⁠‍ to me? Why​ isn’t he moving?’”⁠​⁠

“I’ve‍⁠⁠ seen cases like‌‌ that, but there’s​​ no guarantee it⁠⁠ always works.”

“Of⁠ course not.”

In​ that case, there⁠ was another method.‌‌‍

“What​‍​ is it?”

“Wait‌ until we return‍​ from Frazia, observe‌⁠‍ his state, and‌⁠‍ decide then.”

“That’s⁠ an elegant way​ of saying you⁠‍ have no backup⁠‌ plan.”

“Giving‍‌ a good appearance‌‌‍ to something empty‍⁠ is also part‌ of a merchant’s​‌​ virtue.”

“That’s‌​‍ not virtue, that’s⁠‌​ fraud.”

The⁠ island completely vanished⁠​ from the horizon.‌⁠

The‍‍ ship continued moving​⁠⁠ swiftly southward.

***⁠‌‌

“…He​​ left again?”

“He‍‌‌ departed at dawn‌ today.”

“Luina⁠‍‍ Bercheff, Aint Armian,​‍‍ Aria Fridian, Verian⁠⁠​ Kalburden, Gismond Ert,‌‌ Ahgrot, and even‍ the new professor,‌‍ Adolf Fridian?”

Fernan,‌​ you keep gathering‌‌ more and more‍ people.

“You’re‌⁠‍ not even trying⁠​‍ to hide it‌ anymore.”

Though,‌ to be fair,⁠​ it didn’t make​ sense to hide‍​ it now.

With​ Rosalia Vienderk now​‍ rector—a woman Fernan⁠​⁠ had sponsored for​ a long time—there‍​‍ was no one‍‍ left in the‍⁠ academy capable of‌ touching him.

“They‍‍ say they defeated​‍⁠ several demons in‍⁠⁠ the Kingdom of⁠​ Linelt this time.​‍ The difference between⁠⁠⁠ them and us⁠⁠​ keeps growing.”

Ludger‌​⁠ let out a dry laugh.

His‌ brother catching up‍‍ to Aint? No‍‍‌ matter how much‌⁠‍ he thought about⁠‌⁠ it, it seemed​ impossible.

Of​‌ course, the First‍⁠ Prince was also‌ a genius; the‍‍​ emperor wouldn’t entrust​‍‌ the empire’s future‍​ to someone without​ talent, even if⁠‍ it were his‍‌​ own son.

But​‍‌ Aint was a monster beyond all⁠ scale. A lunatic‍ who had appeared​ out of nowhere.​

And⁠ with Fernan backing‌‌ him, his rise​‌ was like that​⁠ of a bird‌‌‌ with new wings.⁠‌‍

Did‌⁠‌ they say the‍⁠⁠ cheetah smiles? Nonsense.⁠​‍

Aint⁠‍‌ wasn’t a mere⁠​ animal; he was‌​ a Saintbird.

No​‍ matter how fast⁠‌‍ a cheetah runs,⁠‍‌ it can never⁠ beat a sacred‍‍⁠ beast flying in‌‌​ the sky.

His⁠‍ brother refused to​‍ acknowledge it, but​‌​ that was the‍⁠‍ truth.

“And‍‌ what does the‌‌ duke plan to‌ do with Rector⁠ Rosalia?”

“I‌ don’t know.”

To‍ Ludger’s question, Valosie⁠ Vienderk shook his‌​‌ head.

“I‌​‍ know what my⁠​ sister thinks, but⁠​ I have no‌‍ idea what’s on​ my father’s mind.”​

“I⁠​ think I do.⁠ The duke supported‌‍‍ Rosalia Vienderk becoming‍ rector.”

It‍ wasn’t clear if​ he did it‌ just to increase‍⁠​ the family’s influence‍‌⁠ in the academy‌​ or if he​‍ had truly changed‌ his mind.

Still,‌‍ considering his relationship‌‍ with Rosalia, it​⁠ could be seen​‌ as a gesture‌‌⁠ of reconciliation.

“And‍‌‌ what do you⁠ think?”

“…”⁠⁠

After‌‌‌ thinking for a moment, Valosie answered​‍ calmly.

“I‌ want to get‍ along with my‍‍​ sister.”

“The‍ fruit is one,‍​ but there are⁠ two mouths. And​‍ one of them‍ never plans to​​‍ yield. What will‍‍ you do then?”‌⁠⁠

“It‌ would be a lie to say​‍ I have no⁠⁠ ambition.”

“Well,‍‌‌ the Vienderk family‌‌‌ is a mess‍ too.”

The​ entire continent was‌ under threat from‍‌ demons, and yet‍‍ there wasn’t a single peaceful place.​‌⁠

“And⁠‌⁠ me?”

Ludger⁠‍ thought, falling silent.⁠‌‍

“Father​ considers my brother⁠‌‌ the heir to​⁠ the throne.”

He⁠‌ hadn’t officially proclaimed‍‌ it yet, but​ the fact that‍​⁠ only he received‍‌‍ the Armian sword‌ art made it​‍ clear.

And‌ that Ludger learned‍‌⁠ about it so​⁠ late only confirmed⁠⁠ it further.

“I⁠ have no hope.”‍​‌

Or‍⁠⁠ did he?

No‍​ matter how much​​‍ he thought about‌‍​ it, his brother‌​‍ couldn’t surpass Aint.​​‍

And‍ if things continued​​ like this, not‍‍‍ even the Schwaben⁠​ family’s hold on⁠​ the throne would‍⁠ be secure.

If‍ Armian didn’t have⁠ demons on their⁠⁠ side, or if‌‍ the Pellenberg weren’t​‌​ supporting them, it​​​ would be different.⁠‍

But⁠ both were united,​ expanding their power​⁠⁠ at a terrifying⁠⁠⁠ pace.

There‌ was no such​ thing as the‍‍​ absolute.

“I‍‍​ don’t know.”

Deep‌ down, he admitted‍‌⁠ to feeling a certain greed.

If​‍​ there truly was‍‍ no hope, perhaps​⁠ the best option‌⁠ would be to‌‌​ side with Aint.‍‌

When⁠ he saved the‍‍‌ world, at least‌‍ he could bask⁠‍ in a part‌ of his reflected‍‍ glory.

But‌​ he knew perfectly‌⁠ well what his​‍​ father and brother​​​ would think.

And⁠‍ besides, there was‌‍ something else he⁠ was ignoring.

“Father​​ has become the​‍ leader of the⁠ Alliance. Schwaben can‌‍⁠ rise even higher.”‍​

Even⁠ the Pellenberg, who‌‌​ had always supported​⁠‍ Armian, ended up‌​⁠ giving their vote‍‌‌ to Schwaben.

If⁠‍ his father proved‍​ skilled in war,‌‌‍ he would solidify​‌​ his position as‌‍ a victorious commander‍⁠​ and leader of‍ the continent.

Then,⁠​‌ no matter how‌ much Aint shone,‍⁠ there would be‌⁠‍ no guarantee he‍​⁠ would become emperor.⁠

“Your⁠ Highness.”

At​ that moment, his‍​ servant handed him‍ a letter from⁠‍ the family.

“The⁠‌ First Prince sends⁠⁠ it.”

“My‌​⁠ brother?”

Ludger⁠⁠‍ opened the letter,‍ and the doubts​ circling his mind⁠‌‌ disappeared for a moment.

“How‍​ is your last​ semester at the⁠​⁠ academy going? That‍​ youth won’t return,⁠‌‌ so enjoy it‍​ while you can—but⁠‌ return to the⁠‍ capital.”

[…​​​ Omitted …]

“I’ve​​ already spoken to​‌⁠ the academy. You‍‌ and I will‌​⁠ go hunt the⁠ corrupted together. We‌​ can’t just stand‍ by while Armian‍​⁠ acts like the‍‌ only hero.”

“What…?”​

It​⁠‍ was a unilateral‍⁠⁠ order, a command.‌

The​ kingdom of Schwaben⁠ was beginning to‌​ truly move.

***‌​⁠

As‌⁠‍ the start of‍‌‍ the semester approached,​​⁠ Carlo Deneb grew⁠⁠ increasingly tense.

The​ fact that he‌​ had been corrupted‍ by a demon⁠​ and fought on⁠‌‍ its side was‌‌⁠ a secret to⁠ almost everyone—but not⁠ to the most‍ dangerous man.

Fernan​​‌ Pellenberg.

He‌‍​ had healed him,‍ yes—but with very​‍‍ dark intentions.

“Does⁠‌ he plan to​​ use me like​⁠ Verian?”

Carlo‍ didn’t know the⁠‌‍ details of what​ had happened with‍​⁠ Verian, but he⁠‍ was aware that,​ for some time‌ now, he had⁠ become a loyal‌ servant who came‍ running whenever Fernan​‌‌ called.

“Damn​‌‌ Fernan…”

He⁠⁠ didn’t want to⁠​‍ end up like‌‍⁠ that.

But​⁠‌ the tragic truth‌‌ was that he​‌ had already passed‍‌ the point where‌‌ he could refuse.‌‍⁠

The⁠​​ record crystal Fernan⁠ had shown him⁠ contained irrefutable evidence‍ of his servitude‍​‌ to the demon.‌​

If​‌ that were leaked,⁠​​ not only he‍​ but his entire‍‌‍ family would be‌ punished—and at a time when the‌ academy had just⁠‍‍ been left in⁠ ruins, the impact⁠ would be devastating.​‍​

He⁠ considered asking Ludger​‍‌ for help, but—⁠‍‍

In​‌⁠ the current situation,⁠ with tensions at‍ their peak after⁠⁠​ Linelt’s destruction and‍‌⁠ the appearance of‍⁠‌ demons, it would‍⁠​ have been useless.‌

So⁠‍⁠ the only thing​ he could do‌​‌ was spend sleepless‍ nights, consumed by‌‌‍ anxiety.

“What‌‍‍ is he planning​⁠ to ask of⁠‍ me…?”

Knowing‌‌ Fernan, he couldn’t​ even imagine.

And⁠‌ so came the⁠ day classes resumed.⁠⁠

In‌⁠‍ the first lesson,​ Carlo saw Fernan​‍​ in the same⁠​ classroom.

He⁠‍⁠ decided to stay⁠‍ under the radar,‍‍​ keep his head​ down, and avoid‍​‌ any eye contact.‍​‍

It‍⁠ wouldn’t help much,⁠‌‌ but every minute⁠ gained counted.

A day passed, then‌ two, four, a week—a month.

Even​ after all that​ time, Fernan hadn’t⁠ spoken a single​ word to him.⁠

“…?”‍

He‍⁠ had promised they⁠ would talk when‍‍ classes resumed.

Had⁠​‌ he forgotten?

At‍⁠‌ first, he felt‍​⁠ relieved. He hoped‍‌⁠ things would just‌​ stay quiet like​⁠​ this.

“Did⁠‍⁠ Fernan forget?”

But‍ soon, he realized‌ how absurd that‍‌​ was.

A man who wouldn’t‍‍ spend a single‍ coin without calculating⁠ its return—was he​‌‌ really going to​‌ forget someone he⁠​ could use as‌​ a slave?

“Fernan.”‍‌

“Carlo.​‌ Are you recovered?”⁠

He​‌‌ couldn’t take it‌‌ anymore and approached‌ him, but Fernan‌​ only replied with⁠ an empty courtesy​‍ and went back⁠​ to his business.‍​‌

More​ days passed, until​ finally Fernan left​​ on his sudden‍⁠ field practice without‌‍ saying anything to‌ him.

“…?”⁠‍

What​‌ was that?

“Am‍‌⁠ I not even‍ useful enough for⁠​⁠ him to bother​ using me…?”

He​‌ had been top​⁠ of the magic​‍ department, the champion⁠‍ of magic duels.⁠​​

An‍​​ inexplicable rage began‌ to boil in⁠ his chest.

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