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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 267

Chapter 267

The‌ sound of hooves​ echoed loudly.

The​‌ horses galloped as‌ Ludger rode alongside⁠ the First Prince,‌ facing the wind‍‍ head-on.

“…”‍‌

“From‌‍ that face, it‌​⁠ seems something doesn’t‌⁠ sit well with⁠ you.”

“No,‍ not at all.”‍

“Since‍‍ we were kids,⁠‍ you’ve never been‌⁠⁠ good at hiding‍ your expressions.”

Yes,​‍⁠ little brother.

“What’s⁠​⁠ bothering you so​ much?”

At​‌​ the slightly colder‌‌​ tone of the‍‍ prince, Ludger flinched‍‍ and muttered as​​ if making an‌​ excuse.

“It’s‌​⁠ nothing. I’m just​ worried about having‌ left the academy‍ so suddenly.”

“The⁠⁠⁠ youth of the‌‌‍ academy is only​ lived once. I’m‍‍ sorry, but think⁠​‌ of this as⁠​ a good opportunity​⁠​ too.”

The⁠​‍ kind princes of‌​‌ Schwaben, hunters of‍ the corrupted.

“Doesn’t‍ that sound like‌ a powerful image?”‌

Armian,‍‌ with the support‌‌​ of the Pellenberg,​⁠ was working hard‍⁠‌ to build his​​ reputation.

“We​‌‍ can’t fall behind.​⁠ We’re just getting⁠​⁠ started.”

“Have​ you already mastered​​ the sword art​‍ of Armian?”

“What‌ nonsense are you‍ saying? I have⁠‍ no idea what‌​‌ that technique even‍ is.”

“Then‌ have you mastered​ the new sword⁠‍ style developed by‌ Schwaben?”

“Yes.‍⁠‍ If not, I wouldn’t be leading⁠ this mission.”

The‌‍ First Prince smiled​​‌ with full confidence.⁠‍‍

“Have‌⁠⁠ you located the⁠​ corrupted?”

“In​‌ a world where‍​‌ new demons and⁠‌‍ corrupted beings appear⁠ every day, do‍​ you really think⁠⁠‍ His Majesty would⁠‍⁠ sit idly by?”‌⁠‍

Of⁠‍ course not.

While‌‌ Aint Armian traveled​⁠​ the continent making‍ a name for⁠‌ himself, Schwaben wasn’t⁠⁠ idle.

They​ had been sharpening‌⁠ their blades, waiting‌‍ for the First‌‍ Prince’s sword technique​​‍ to reach its‍ peak.

“So‍ you already know‍ all their locations?”‍‌

“As‍⁠ you know, our‌‌‍ information network within‌​ the Empire is‍ nothing to envy​‌‍ compared to the‍‍ Pellenberg’s. Aint Armian​ and Fernan Pellenberg‌‍​ left for Frazia,‌ right? We’ll take‌⁠ advantage of that⁠⁠⁠ absence to eliminate‌ all the nests⁠ of corruption within‍‌⁠ the Empire.”

It‌‌⁠ was coincidence, but‌ Aint’s departure was​ the perfect opportunity.⁠​‍

“Aint⁠‍⁠ Armian, striving to​ protect foreign kingdoms.⁠ The princes of​‌ Schwaben, striving to⁠‍​ protect the Empire.‌‍⁠ See the difference?”‍

In‍‍‍ the end, we‌​ don’t need to‍ worry about the‍​‍ safety of other⁠⁠ lands.

“Then‍⁠ shouldn’t we have‌​ brought that person?”⁠​​

Ludger⁠​⁠ cast a discreet‍‍ glance at the​ old knight escorting‍⁠ them from behind.​‍

“And⁠ what’s wrong with⁠‌​ a knight accompanying⁠⁠​ the princes?”

The​​‍ First Prince let⁠‌ out a light​⁠ laugh.

“Alright,​ this is it.⁠ This is where​ it all begins.”⁠​⁠

In⁠‍ the distance, a city could be⁠⁠​ seen—the capital of⁠​⁠ the County of‍​ Ashioph, located between​​ Schwaben and Bercheff.​‌‍

“From‌‌ here, we will⁠⁠‍ liberate eighteen territories‌‍‍ of the Empire‍ dominated or influenced⁠ by the corrupted.”⁠

“Eighteen…?”⁠​‍

Even‍ after Aint and⁠ Fernan had exterminated⁠ so many, were​⁠​ there still that​‌ many within the‌ Empire?

Ludger‌​​ couldn’t believe it.⁠‌

“Yes.‌ I didn’t believe‌​ it either when‍‌ His Majesty first‌ told me.”

But‌‌ just because it‌‌‌ was hard to‌‌‌ believe didn’t mean​⁠​ it wasn’t true.⁠‍

“Let’s​​ go.”

The⁠​ First Prince gently‌ pressed his legs.‍‍

The‌ horse neighed and‍⁠ charged forward.

“Follow‍​ the prince!”

Ludger⁠⁠ and dozens of‍⁠‌ knights dashed after​‌‍ him.

***‌‌

The‍ ship that had⁠​ departed from the‌‌‍ Imperial Academy of‌ Armian didn’t head⁠⁠‍ directly to Frazia.‌‌

Instead‍⁠‍ of going straight⁠⁠⁠ south, it turned⁠‍ slightly north and⁠​‍ stopped in Pellenberg.‌⁠

“What‌​⁠ do we need‍ to do in‌‌ Pellenberg?”

“Preparation​ is never enough.‍⁠‍ If Dantalion has‍‍ truly set a trap, we must⁠ anticipate every possible‍​‍ scenario.”

Upon⁠​ arriving at the‍‌ Pellenberg estate, Fernan​‍ gathered the supplies​ he deemed necessary​ and re-embarked.

A new porter joined​‌ the group, but‌⁠ no one paid‌ him much attention.​⁠

The​ ship once again⁠ set sail toward​ Frazia.

Instead​⁠ of docking at⁠​‌ the Main Port‌ of Lamons, like‍⁠ most would, the‍ ship anchored at​ a completely different​ location—the County of‍‌‌ Franz.

In‌‍ the past, the‍ County of Franz‌ wasn’t particularly prosperous.​‌‌

Its​ port was small​​ and rarely used—until⁠‌ Fernan intervened.

Or‌‍⁠ rather, the Golden⁠​ Turtle Guild.

They‌‍ discovered a blackstone‌⁠ mine and acquired‍‍ the mining rights.​

In‌ exchange, a portion​ of the profits‍‍ flowed into the‍ territory, creating jobs​⁠ and prosperity.

To‌‍ export the mineral⁠‍⁠ smoothly, the port​ was expanded.

“Glad⁠‌‌ to see you​‍ again, your excellency.”⁠⁠

“Hahaha!⁠⁠​ It’s been far‌⁠ too long, young‌​ master Fernan!”

Count​ Lodos, bulkier than‍ before, welcomed him​ with a hearty​ laugh.

“You‍⁠ have no idea​‍ how much I’m‌‍‍ enjoying life lately,​​ thanks to you.”⁠

The​ blackstone mine, a golden goose.

Of​⁠⁠ course, the count‌⁠ had considered keeping‌‌‌ it all for​⁠⁠ himself—but he knew⁠‍ his limits.

The​ business was profitable⁠ because Pellenberg maintained​ troops guarding the‌‍‌ mine and provided‌‌‍ an extensive trade⁠⁠ network.

None‍‌‌ of that could​‍ be sustained alone.⁠‍

So‌ the count settled‌ for the Pellenberg’s‌ leftovers—leftovers that were‌‌ enough to triple‌ his territory’s wealth.​‍‍

“I‌‌‍ could make your⁠​ life even more‍​ pleasant.”

“Even​ more?”

“A​‌⁠ copper vein has​ been discovered not⁠ far from the‍​‌ blackstone mine.”

“Oh,‍ excellent news! Then‍​⁠ let’s sign the‌‍⁠ contract under the⁠​⁠ same terms as‍​ before.”

“I’d⁠⁠‍ prefer to reduce​⁠ the percentage to⁠​ twenty. The area‌​ is more dangerous‍ and reinforcing security⁠⁠​ will be costly.”​⁠‌

“Mmm‌⁠‍ alright. After all,⁠ I couldn’t exploit​ it alone even‍ in a thousand⁠‍ years. Sharing the‌ profits is already⁠ a blessing. My​⁠‍ county is a gold mine!”

Well,‍​ a gold mine​‍ only for those​​⁠ who know how​ to make use​‌‌ of it.

“So​ this is the​ famous Aint Armian,‌‍ huh? The one⁠​ who killed two‍‌‌ demons in Linelt.”⁠‌‍

“I‌​‌ didn’t do it​⁠​ alone.”

“Alone‍‍ or not, facing‍⁠ demons at your‌⁠​ age? It’s admirable.​‍​ And this beautiful‌ young lady must⁠‌​ be Miss Luina‍⁠⁠ Bercheff. A pleasure​ to meet you.‍‍‍ And an elf?‍​‌ Then you must⁠‍ be Miss Aria⁠ Fridian.”

Count​ Lodos offered Fernan‌​ and his group‌​​ the finest guesthouse​⁠⁠ in the region.‌⁠

After‍ ordering the others‌ to rest, Fernan​‌‍ met with the‍⁠ count alone.

“But​ to come here‌‌ like this, so​ suddenly and with​⁠‌ such a group…​‍ Has something happened‌ in Frazia?”

“Yes.”​

The‌⁠ serious reply made‍‌‌ the count spit‍⁠‌ out his tea.‍

“Ah,​​ pardon me.”

“Don’t‍ worry.”

The‍⁠ droplets remained suspended‌ in the air,‍ not even touching‌‌ Fernan.

“Is​ there a problem⁠ in Frazia? Don’t‌‍ tell me it’s‍‍‍ in my lands…”​‍

“No,‌​‌ not in yours.”⁠‍⁠

The‌‌ count sighed in‍ relief.

“Then,‌‍ where?”

“I’d‍‌‍ prefer you to⁠ see this first.”​​

Fernan‍⁠‍ handed him a list of names—seven‍‌ nobles.

“Are⁠⁠⁠ these Frazian nobles?”‌⁠‍

“That’s‌‍‍ right.”

They‌​‍ were all patriarchs‍‍‍ of families into‍⁠​ which the Golden​ Pillar’s informants had​ infiltrated before disappearing.​​

“Harbert‌ Licatus, Imbrus Galante,⁠‌ Kret Helan, Are​ you saying they’re​‌ corrupted?”

“I​‌​ believe that, one​‌ way or another,⁠​​ they’re connected to⁠‌ the corrupted.”

“That‌‌ can’t be. The‌​‌ Grand Duke Harbert‍‌ Licatus, connected to⁠‍ them…?”

He​ was a powerful⁠‍ noble in the‍⁠ northern part of‍‌⁠ the kingdom, the⁠‍‍ one who drew​ Fernan’s attention the​‌⁠ most.

“What‍‍ kind of person‌ is Duke Harbert?”⁠‍⁠

“A‍ prudent man. When‌​⁠ a dispute over‌‍ the throne was⁠‍ about to erupt,⁠‍ he was the​​‌ one who gave‍ up his right⁠​ of succession to‌ maintain peace in​ the kingdom.”

Harbert‌​ Licatus was the‌​ brother of the⁠‌ current king and⁠​​ had earned everyone’s⁠ respect by voluntarily‌‌ stepping down from‍​ the royal line.⁠‌‌

“It‍‍ doesn’t make sense.⁠​‍ A man who⁠ gave up the‌​​ throne to avoid⁠‌‌ war wouldn’t join⁠ the corrupted.”

Fernan‍​‌ thought so too.⁠‍‌ No one in​⁠​ his position would⁠‍​ ignore the cost‍ of dealing with‍‌ them.

“I‌‌ see. And the⁠‍ others?”

“Well…”​‍

The​⁠‌ conversation dragged on⁠‍‍ for two hours.‌‌

When⁠ Fernan returned to⁠‌​ the guesthouse, he​​ called for Hyde.⁠⁠‌

“How‌​‍ was the talk?”​​

“The‌‌‍ count insists Duke​​ Harbert has no​⁠‌ ties to the⁠ corrupted.”

“He‍‍ could be mistaken.‍ There’s a chance​⁠ our agents were‌⁠⁠ identified as spies‍‍ and eliminated.”

Fernan​‌ nodded. He couldn’t⁠‍⁠ rule it out.‌

“Send‌⁠​ all Golden Pillar‍‍‍ agents to keep‌‍ watch on Duke⁠‌‍ Harbert. They must‍​ be extremely careful—security⁠ there must be⁠ on maximum alert.”‍‍‍

“Yes,‍​​ young master.”

A week passed. During⁠⁠ that time, Fernan​​ and his group‍⁠​ remained hidden.

Since⁠‍⁠ leaving the academy,‌​‍ they had concealed⁠‍ their seals and​​ changed routes multiple⁠​ times to maintain​⁠‌ secrecy.

Dantalion⁠⁠ would know they’d​‌‍ arrived, but not​⁠‍ when or where.‌‌

It​‌ was a way‌​ to secure any‌​ possible advantage.

Until—⁠

“Young‌​ master, an envoy‍⁠‌ has arrived.”

“An​⁠⁠ envoy?”

“Yes,​​ actually…”

Count​⁠⁠ Lodos hesitated.

“Duke​ Harbert has sent‌‌ a letter for​ you.”

“Count.”​

“No,‌‍ no! I swear‍⁠ I didn’t say‌‌⁠ anything! If I break my contract‌‌ with the Golden‍​ Turtle Guild, I’ll​‍ be ruined again—do‌ you think I’d⁠​ take that risk?”⁠

“I⁠‍ understand.”

Fernan‌⁠‍ nodded with an​ unsatisfied expression.

“Where​‍ is the envoy?”‍​​

“He’s‍⁠‍ already gone.”

“Gone?”⁠​

“Yes.‌⁠​ He left only​ the letter and‌​ vanished like the⁠⁠​ wind.”

The​ envelope, of elegant​‍ design, bore Duke‌ Harbert’s seal.

Fernan​‍ broke it open⁠⁠ and read its‌ contents.

[I‌⁠⁠ imagine you’re surprised⁠⁠ to receive this‌‌‍ letter. I was‍‍ also surprised to‌​ learn you’d entered​​⁠ Frazia.

But,‍ no matter that⁠⁠​ you are a Pellenberg, within my‌ domain, nothing escapes​ my sight.

[…]‌‌‌ I’ve heard you’ve‍ been stirring the‍⁠‌ kingdom lately. Even‌⁠‍ in my lands,‌ some of yours‍ have been found.‍

If‌​ you’re curious, why​​ not come and‌ ask me directly?]‍​‍

A courteous invitation—too courteous.​‌

“Will‌ you go?”

“Of⁠⁠‌ course. I can’t‌‍ ignore an invitation‍⁠ from the Grand‌‍​ Duke after infiltrating‍ my agents into‌⁠ his territory.”

He​⁠‍ likely had no‍ proof, but that​ didn’t matter. The‌ letter’s contents confirmed⁠ Fernan’s suspicions.

“That‍ no one can⁠​‍ move within the‍ kingdom without him⁠ knowing?”

Neither​‌​ Alprosen nor Esrin​ had detected his‌‌‍ presence when he‍ infiltrated.

But‍⁠⁠ Frazia—a smaller, less‍ organized kingdom—had?

It‍⁠ could only mean​⁠​ one thing: someone‌​ had informed Harbert⁠ of Fernan’s arrival.‌‌

“Dantalion…”‌‌‍

Directly⁠​ or indirectly, Duke‍‍ Harbert was connected‌ to the demon​‌ and the corrupted.⁠‌‍

“The‌ question is what‌ kind of trap​‍⁠ he’s setting by​ insisting I come.”‍‍

It‌‌‍ was so obvious⁠‌​ it was suspicious.​‍

Did​ he want to‍​⁠ lure him and​​‌ Aint away to‌‌⁠ do something at​‌ the Academy while‍‍‌ they were gone?​

But⁠​ Fernan wasn’t too⁠⁠‍ worried. Director Rosalia​⁠ Vienderk, now an⁠‍‌ archmage, was there,‌ and the academy‍‍⁠ was protected.

“In​ any case, nothing⁠⁠⁠ will go as⁠​ Dantalion wants.”

And⁠⁠ even if there‍ wasn’t a trap⁠‌‌ in Frazia, it​​ didn’t matter.

Since⁠ they were already⁠ there, they would‍‍‍ root out every​ trace of corruption‍​ to the core.​​⁠

“We‍‍ depart immediately.”

A caravan of carriages‌‌ left the County‌​ of Franz, heading​​ north.

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