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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 268

Chapter 268

It‌‌‍ couldn’t be confirmed‌ that Duke Harbert⁠ was a corrupt.⁠

Just⁠‍‌ like what happened‍​⁠ with Adolf or⁠‌ the third prince‌​⁠ of Esrin, there⁠ are those who,​‌‍ without being corrupt,​⁠​ ally with them‍​ for convenience or⁠ personal gain.”

“And​ you, brother? How‌‍ was it in​ your case?”

“Somehow,​‌⁠ they discovered that‍‌ I harbored resentment,‍ and they were​⁠ the first to​⁠‌ approach me.”

Adolf‍‌‌ recalled that moment.‍​​

“It⁠‍‌ all started with⁠ a letter. One⁠ morning, without anyone‍ entering or leaving,‍‍ it appeared on⁠‌⁠ my desk.”

That⁠ was his first​​‌ contact with the⁠⁠ corrupt. He tried‍ to find out‍‍ who had left⁠ it, but couldn’t.​

“At‌‌ first, I ignored⁠⁠ it. Ally with⁠ the corrupt? I thought it was‌‌⁠ absurd.”

But⁠‍​ seeing how Fridian,‍⁠‍ despite having obtained⁠‍‌ the title of⁠​​ Elector, still couldn’t‌‍​ do anything, changed​ his mind.

“I⁠‍ thought that if‍ we gained independence,​ we could restore‍​‌ the former Kingdom‌ of Fridian.”

“But‍‌ the Empire would‌‍ never stand idly‌​​ by.”

“That’s‍​ why I needed‌⁠ chaos. If something‍​‍ more serious happened,⁠ the Empire would⁠‌ have to postpone‌ its issues with‌ us.”

“So‍ you were willing‍ to sink Fridian​​ for that? Do‌ you think the‌‍‌ Empire is stupid?‌ Even with chaos,​​ once everything settled⁠‍​ down, they would​​​ come to punish‌‌ you.”

Aria,‌ who had listened‍‌​ in silence, couldn’t​​​ hold back. It‌‌ was natural for‍‌‍ her to be‌​‌ angry—her family had‌​​ almost disappeared because⁠‍‍ of that decision.‍‍

“I’m⁠​‌ sorry. At the‌⁠‍ time, I believed⁠⁠‍ the Empire wouldn’t⁠‌ have the capacity‍‍​ to intervene.”

He​ thought that if​​ a demon descended,​‌ not even the‌​‍ Empire could react‍ normally.

And,‌ in fact, his​ prediction wasn’t entirely​ wrong.

If‌‍⁠ not for Fernan,⁠‌‌ Bercheff and Linelt‌⁠ would have fallen,‍‌‍ and Esrin and‌ Alprosen would have‌‌⁠ been dragged into‍‌‌ chaos.

The​ monster armies led​⁠⁠ by three demons‍‌‌ would have attacked​‌‌ the northern Empire,‍‍​ and it wouldn’t⁠‌ have been able‌ to concern itself⁠‍ with something as⁠‍​ “insignificant” as Fridian’s‌‌⁠ independence.

But,⁠‍ like everyone who​‌‍ made a pact‍‌​ with the corrupt,​​‌ his end wasn’t‍‍‌ good.

“It‍⁠ was also written⁠‌ in the book‌⁠​ of prophecies.”

He‌​ didn’t know when​‌​ it would happen,‌⁠⁠ but eventually Adolf⁠⁠​ would fall by‍⁠ Aint’s sword, regretting‌​ his own weakness.​​‍

Thanks‍ to Aria, Fridian‍ would survive, though​​‌ badly damaged.

If‌ they knew that‍⁠‌ future, both Adolf‌‌​ and Aria should​⁠ be deeply grateful‌ to Fernan.

He​⁠ had not only⁠‌ saved the kingdom‍⁠ from disaster, but⁠‍​ also planned to⁠​​ make Adolf a Royal Knight.

“That’s⁠ worth millions of⁠ gold coins.”

It‍‌‍ was a shame⁠ he couldn’t tell⁠ them. Well, Gismond​‌‌ knew, but it‍‍‌ was of little‍‍⁠ use.

“So,​‌​ brother, if Duke‌⁠‍ Harbert really made‌⁠ a deal with​ the corrupt, what​⁠‌ do you think⁠​‌ motivated him? Speak‍ as someone with‌‍‌ experience.”

“Experience,‍​​ you say?”

Yes,⁠ he had it.​⁠

Adolf⁠‍‌ responded uneasily, especially‍‌‌ in front of‍⁠ Aria.

“You‍⁠ have to understand​​​ their desires. In⁠ my case, the​ corrupt targeted exactly​‌ where my ambition‍‌​ was strongest.”

“Ambition,‌​​ huh?”

What​⁠‌ could a man⁠ like Duke Harbert,‌​​ second in command​​‍ of the Kingdom‍‌ of Frazia, possibly‌⁠⁠ hunger for?

A more powerful kingdom?‌‌‌ Greater authority? Turning‍ the kingdom into​‍‍ an empire?

Or‍‍⁠ maybe…?

“The‍ throne…”

“That​ sounds exaggerated. It’s⁠ said he voluntarily‌‌​ gave up his‍⁠ right of succession‍‍⁠ when he was​ still a prince.”⁠

Aria​​​ was right.

If‌​ he gave it‍ up to prevent‍‌ the kingdom from‍ bleeding in a succession war, how⁠ could he now​ draw the corrupt​‌ for that very‍ same reason?

It​‌⁠ made no sense.⁠‍

But⁠⁠​ upon investigating, they⁠ found nothing.

A respected duke.

An‌ admired man.

The‌‌‍ second most powerful‍‌‌ in the kingdom.‍

Only​ he knew his⁠⁠ true reasons.

“Or​‍ maybe…”

Fernan‍‍ looked up.

“He‍ might be Dantalion’s‌​ substitute, a copy‍⁠‌ of him.”

Whatever​‍‍ it was, they​ would find out‍⁠ upon arrival.

***‍‍

The‌ carriage arrived at⁠ the capital of⁠ the Licatus Duchy,​ Licatus.

It‍​ was, without a doubt, so large⁠ and prosperous it⁠⁠​ deserved to be‌‌⁠ called the second⁠‍​ city of the‌⁠ Kingdom of Frazia.⁠⁠‌

Tall‌ and splendid buildings⁠⁠​ filled the streets,‍‍ bustling with people.‍

Fernan⁠​ and his group‍ crossed the city​‍ and headed to⁠‍ the lord’s castle⁠‌‍ at the center.‌‌

The‍​‍ enormous gates opened,​‌ and a high-ranking‌ knight received them.⁠​​

“Welcome.​​ Be received in⁠ Licatus.”

Soon⁠‍ after, they were‌ guided to an‌​⁠ annex residence of‌‌‍ the castle, spacious‍ and majestic.

Dozens​⁠‌ of maids and‍ attendants assigned them​ their rooms.

Once‌ inside, Fernan activated‍ the dragon’s mana.⁠​⁠

His​​⁠ senses sharpened, and⁠ he scanned the​​⁠ surroundings, but detected​ no strange mana​‍ flow.

‘No⁠‍ eavesdropping or surveillance.’​‍​

Well,‌​‌ being a duke,​‌​ it would be⁠ ridiculous for him​ to use such‍ vulgar tricks.

‘I’m​​⁠ getting used to⁠‍ this.’

Thanks‍‍ to Professor Rosalia’s​ research, Fernan understood⁠⁠ that the Dragon‍ Heart not only​⁠ granted massive amounts​ of mana, but‍ also the very‌​⁠ power of dragons.‌‍

From‍ skin, muscles, bones,⁠ vessels, and blood—his‍​ entire body had⁠‌ become more like‍ that of a dragon.

It​​ wasn’t that his⁠ appearance had changed,⁠​​ but his body‍​⁠ now accepted dragon‍ mana naturally, without‌ him coughing up‌‍⁠ blood every time⁠‌ he used it.‌‌‍

“Of‌⁠‍ course, I’ve never⁠​ seen a dragon⁠⁠ with my own​⁠​ eyes, but I have an idea​‍​ of how it​ must feel.”

Wooden‍ nodded slightly, as‍‍ if accepting the⁠​⁠ explanation.

At⁠ nightfall, the maids⁠ brought dinner. The‍ meal was served​​‍ in the dining‌​‌ room of the‍⁠‍ residence.

“The​ duke is currently⁠ away from the‍‍‌ territory. He’ll return‍‌ in a week,​‍ so we ask‍‍ for your understanding.”​‌⁠

“Understood.”⁠‌​

The​ fact that the⁠⁠ host of the⁠ invitation wasn’t present‌‌ could only mean‍‍ one thing—he was​‍‍ avoiding meeting them.‍

Was⁠ he trying to⁠ buy time?

Fine.⁠⁠‍ Fernan had his​⁠ own plans too.​​

“Perfect.⁠‍ After so much‍ travel by ship‍‌ and carriage, take⁠⁠ the week to‍​ rest. I noticed‌‌ there’s an underground‍‌ training field. If⁠‍​ you want, you​​‍ can train there.”⁠

“So​ we can do‌​⁠ nothing?”

“Yes.​‍‌ It seems he’s⁠ trying to stall‍‌ us on purpose.”‌⁠​

“We‍‍​ won’t be doing⁠ nothing, exactly.”

In​​‌ reality, something had‍ already begun moving‍‍ the moment they​⁠​ arrived—it just wasn’t‌​⁠ Fernan behind it.‍‌​

“Ah,‍​ you sent Wooden,⁠ right? Since when?”‍

“From‍​ the start.”

There⁠​‌ was no better‍‍ choice than Wooden‍‍⁠ for detecting demonic​‍‌ energy, tracking someone,​ or finding what’s⁠‍‍ hidden.

Maybe​​⁠ he’d been using⁠​‌ him too much‍⁠‍ lately, but the‍‌​ golem seemed excited​ to have a purpose, so there⁠ was no reason​ to stop.

“Can‌‌ we go for‍​ a walk?”

“No‌ problem. They already‌‍‍ know we’re here‍⁠ anyway. If you​‍‍ get bored, go⁠ out and take⁠ a walk.”

After⁠ dinner, Fernan returned​ to his room.​​ He planned to‍⁠⁠ meditate and link⁠‌⁠ with Wooden to⁠⁠​ explore the mansion​ from afar.

“Who‍​‍ wants to go​​ for a stroll‍‌⁠ with me?”

“I’ll‍ go to the​‌‌ training field. Lately,‍ I feel like‍ something is about‌‌‌ to unlock.”

“Me​ too. Aint, help​ me with a spar?”

“Yes,​ senior.”

Aint​​​ and Luina took⁠ their swords and‍⁠ left.

“I‍⁠ might take this⁠ chance to relax‌ a bit…”

“Gismond,‌‌ you’re coming with⁠‌ me.”

“Huh?”‍

“Fernan‍ asked me to⁠‌​ look after you‍‌​ especially.”

“W-wait,⁠⁠⁠ professor!”

Gismond‍‍ was dragged off⁠ by Adolf, who​‌⁠ winked at Aria.​​⁠

“I⁠‍⁠ could go train​ too…”

Aria​ pressed down on⁠ Verian’s shoulder to⁠‌​ stop him from​ getting up.

“No,​⁠‌ you’re coming with‍‍‍ me.”

“Why‍ would I?”

“Would‍⁠⁠ you let a fragile, delicate lady​⁠ walk alone in​⁠‍ unfamiliar lands?”

“Fragile?‍‍⁠ An elf capable⁠ of summoning two⁠‌ greater spirits?”

“More​ fragile than a contractor of the⁠‍⁠ Spirit King.”

“By⁠​‌ that standard, no‍ one here would‌ be strong.”

“Exactly.”​‌

Aria‍‍​ popped a candy‍‍‌ into his mouth.​⁠

“We​ weaklings have to​‌‍ stick together.”

Verian⁠​ let out a chuckle.

“If‍⁠‍ you just want‍​​ to go with⁠‍ me, say so⁠ directly.”

“And‍​⁠ if I do,⁠ would you come?”​​⁠

“Yes.”‌‌⁠

“…How‍‍​ strange.”

His⁠​​ sudden change in⁠​ attitude puzzled Aria.‌

“Is‌​ something going on?”‍

“Yes.”‍⁠‍

He‍‌ had always lived‍ under pressure—grades, his‌ family, his father,​⁠ succession.

His⁠ father sought a strong heir through‌ competition, and Verian​ had always fought⁠ to not fall‌ behind his younger⁠ brother.

But​⁠ during this break,‍ all those worries‍‌ had melted away.‌​

Following‍ Fernan and Aint,⁠ the days spent‌​ trying not to‍‍⁠ fall behind had⁠⁠‍ made him grow‍‍ more than ever.​

His​ brother could no‌ longer catch up,⁠‍ and his father‍​ had made a decision.

Now,⁠‍‍ all was peace.​⁠

“What‍⁠‍ will you do‍⁠​ out there?”

“I​‌⁠ don’t know. Just‌⁠⁠ see what’s around.”‌

The‌ elf and the‌ human stepped out​‌​ together.

“Damn​ couples…”

Gismond,​‍‍ being dragged by‍‌ Adolf, saw the​⁠​ scene and held​‌ back tears.

“Why​⁠‌ take it out‍‌⁠ on others? You‍ could have a partner too.”

“And‍​⁠ with what time?⁠ Thanks to you,​‍ my life as⁠ an assistant is‌‌⁠ in ruins…”

“And⁠‌ when you were‍ a student?”

“…Damn⁠ couples.”

***‌⁠

Wooden’s⁠‍ adventure ended in​ failure.

— Kyuuu…

The‍‍‌ little golem returned‌ with slumped shoulders.⁠

“It’s⁠ okay. You can’t‌⁠ find something that‌ doesn’t exist.”

Fernan​​ patted his head​ while thinking.

There⁠⁠‍ wasn’t the slightest‌⁠⁠ trace of demonic‌‌ energy in the‌‌ mansion.

There‍ were some hidden‍‍​ spaces, but they⁠ were nothing more⁠‍ than secret storage‌ rooms filled with‌‌ treasures.

Tempting⁠‌‍ as it was,‌⁠ he couldn’t rob​‍ his host while‍⁠ being a guest.‍‍

Unless,‍ of course, the‍‍ duke turned out‌ to truly be​‍ corrupt.

‘For​​ now, nothing in‍‌‍ the castle.’

Even‍​⁠ so, Fernan couldn’t​ shake the suspicion​ that their host⁠​⁠ was indeed connected‌⁠​ to the corrupt.⁠

The​​ sudden invitation, the⁠⁠ deliberate absence—everything was‍​ far too suspicious.​​⁠

Several‍‍ days passed.

“Lady‌‌⁠ Aria says the‍​‍ whole city is​‌‍ in a festive⁠⁠ mood. There are⁠⁠​ many shows. Would​⁠ you like to⁠‍ go out for‌ a bit?”

“Planning‌‌⁠ to use your⁠⁠‌ aura again?”

“You’ve​​ been using magic‌​​ too.”

Fernan‍‌ wasn’t the type⁠​⁠ to sit idle.‍​

“What⁠​​ about that over‍⁠ there?”

“An​ arm-wrestling contest for‍ money? Running low‍ on funds lately?”​‍‌

“I⁠ just meant for‌‍‍ fun.”

Fernan‍​ ended up strolling⁠‍ through the festival⁠​‌ with Luina.

“This⁠ chocolate is excellent.⁠​‌ It has a fruity flavor, like‌​ apricots, grapes, and⁠⁠ something else I can’t quite identify.”‍

“Where’d⁠‌ you buy it?”‍⁠​

“This?⁠‌⁠ It’s a typical‌​ product from the‌ territory of Calum.”⁠

“The​ territory of Calum,‍‍‌ huh? Got it.”‍‌

Fernan​ memorized it instantly.‍

“What‌⁠ are you doing?”⁠

“You‍​⁠ just said excellent.​ If it came‍‍ out of your‍‌ mouth, that means​⁠‌ this product will‌‍ be a hit.”‍‍

“That‍ makes no sense…”‍‍

“Not‍​​ a bad profit.”⁠

They‌‌ kept eating and‌⁠​ trying sweets as‍​​ the day faded.⁠‍

Bang!‌⁠ Bang!

Fireworks‍ began bursting in‌ the sky.

“Don’t‍ tell me this‌ will turn into⁠⁠ another Andrealphus.”

“Relax.‍ He’s dead.”

“Right…”⁠

Flowers,⁠⁠‍ birds, and whales‍‌‍ of light filled​‌ the sky, creating‍‌ a dazzling display.‌​

“What​‌ do you think‍‌‍ of that?”

“A⁠‌​ big, pretty crystal.⁠ I guess they‌ sell them as‍​ decorations.”

“Doesn’t‍⁠⁠ it inspire you?⁠‌⁠ Might spark some‍ creativity. You know,‍⁠⁠ after the first⁠⁠ time, the second⁠​‌ is easier…”

“Oh,​ you meant that.​⁠⁠ Fine.”

Luina‍⁠‍ bought a huge​‌ blue crystal, about‍ the size of‌‍ a closed fist.​

“How​‌⁠ much are you‌ going to pay⁠ me for it?”‍‌

“…You’re⁠ charging me?”

“Of⁠‌‍ course. Don’t you‍ call yourself a merchant? Or do​⁠​ you plan to‍ become a thief?”​‌‌

“…Where​ did the pure​ and innocent Luina‍ I knew go?”‍​‌

“She‍⁠ died long ago.”‍​⁠

Boom!‍​‍

A much larger firework‌‍​ lit up the‍⁠ sky and briefly‍ erased the darkness.‍

Luina​⁠ watched it with⁠ a slight smile—so⁠ serene and beautiful‌​‍ that Fernan stared⁠⁠‍ at her silently.‍​​

“You’re‍‍ beautiful.”

“Yes,‌‌⁠ the fireworks are‍​ lovely. Looks like‍​ they put a lot of effort⁠ into it.”

“I’m​​ not talking about‍‌⁠ the fireworks…”

Then,‍‍​ his skin prickled.‍⁠

He⁠‌ sensed killing intent​ before he could‍‌‍ react.

The​‌ adamantite sword shot‌​‌ out.

Clang!​​‍

A dagger was deflected‍‍​ just before it⁠‌ reached his neck.​

“How‌‌ dare you…!”

Luina‍‌ growled with fury,​ and her sword,‌ flowing like a river, severed the⁠ attacker’s wrist.

“W-what?”‍

“Ahhh,‍‌​ a hand!”

“There’s‍‍ an injured person!”⁠​

The​ attacker backed away​⁠ without a single‌​‍ scream, but the​ crowd started screaming‌‍ in panic.

The‍ festive atmosphere turned‍⁠ to chaos in‍‌‍ seconds, and people‍ fled in all⁠ directions.

And​ amidst the chaos—‍‌⁠

Ssshh!⁠​⁠ Ssshh!

Three‍ arrows whistled through‍‌ the cold air.‌

Luina​ yanked Fernan’s shoulder,⁠ pulling him down‌ just as the⁠⁠‌ arrows flew over⁠ his head.

Immediately,​ assassins hidden among‌‍​ the crowd charged‌‍​ at them with‌‌⁠ daggers drawn.

‘Fifteen.’⁠​‍

While‌ Luina dispatched them,‌⁠ Fernan fully awakened​​‍ his senses.

He‍‍‌ felt the demonic‍ energy in their⁠‍​ bodies.

There​‌ were fifteen—no, forty-five.‌⁠

Luina⁠⁠⁠ turned to the⁠ front, where a column of fully​‍ armored riders was‍‍‍ rapidly approaching.

“Tch…”‌

She​‌‌ let out a dry laugh and​ charged at them.‌

A blue energy enveloped‌ her entire body.‍

“Die,​ bastard!”

The‍ man at the⁠‌ front—the only one‍‌⁠ not lowering his‍​ helmet visor—shouted.

“Fernan‍​ Pellenberg! Your time​‍ has come!”

Fernan‍‍​ instantly recognized the​⁠​ strongest demonic presence.​

“Kret‍‌ Helan?”

One‍ of the former‌‌‌ corrupt candidates—though now​‍​ there was no​‍‌ doubt.

At‍‌ the tip of⁠​ his spear, a large amount of​‍‌ demonic energy gathered.‍

The‌‍ dozens of knights‌‌ around him resonated‌⁠⁠ with him, amplifying​‍ the power.

Luina​‌ summoned a blue‌‌ lion that charged​⁠​ straight into them.‌⁠

Booom!​‍​

A shockwave swept the​ area.

The‌​ horses neighed and​⁠ fell, some riders⁠‍ flying like leaves⁠‌ caught in a storm.

And⁠⁠ amid it all—‌⁠⁠

Twelve​​ daggers flew at​‍‌ Fernan.

Clang,‍ clang, clang!

“What‍⁠ the hell…?”

The⁠‍ daggers, imbued with⁠‌​ aura, pierced the⁠‍‌ sand Fernan had⁠‌​ raised as defense,‍⁠‌ reaching his skin.‍

Of‍‍ the twelve, eleven​‌‌ were blocked.

Shining​‍⁠ scales had appeared​‍‍ on his body,​ deflecting the blades.‌​

The‌ assassins were stunned,​‌ but one of⁠‌ them managed to‍‍​ stab Fernan in​ the shoulder.

“Hehehe,⁠‌ you’re done for,⁠‌ Fernan Pellenberg!”

“The‍​ blade’s poisoned?”

The‌‍ edge glowed with⁠ a bluish tint.⁠​

“Yes!⁠​ It’s venom distilled‍⁠ from a hundred⁠‌ basilisks. One drop​​⁠ and you’ll be​‌‌ dead in ten⁠ seconds.”

“I‌‌‌ see.”

Fernan​ nodded slowly.

“I​⁠‌ think the ten‍ seconds have already⁠ passed.”

“Huh…?”‍‍‍

Fernan‌‌​ grabbed his head.⁠

“The‌ rector’s poison was⁠ much stronger.”

Did​‌‍ you really think‌​⁠ a dragon could⁠ die from poison?‍

Crack.⁠​⁠

The‍⁠ assassin’s head shattered‌​ in his hand.‌‌‌

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