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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 269

Chapter 269

Professor‌‍‌ Rosalia—or rather, the⁠⁠‍ Rector—had conducted countless‌‌ experiments on Fernan,‍ and among them‌‍‌ were also some‍‍‌ related to poisons.‍⁠

“In​⁠​ legends, they say​⁠⁠ dragons are immune⁠‌ to all kinds⁠‍‍ of poison. I wonder if it’s‌‍⁠ true.”

“I’m‌ human, not a dragon.”

“You’re​ a human who‍ consumed a dragon’s‌‍ heart. Even if​⁠⁠ not one hundred⁠‌ percent, you must’ve‌ inherited at least​ half its power.”‌

“Wait‌ a second—!”

As‍‍ an excellent mage,‌​⁠ Rector Rosalia possessed‌​ a vast collection​ of reagents and⁠‍ substances, and of⁠ course, among them‌⁠‍ were plenty of‌ poisons.

First,‌⁠ she administered natural​‌ toxins, then mixed⁠ poisons, and finally,⁠​ concoctions of her​ own so potent‍ they seemed the​⁠ epitome of cruelty.​⁠​

At‍ first, each poison⁠‍ was torture. He‍‌ vomited blood, and‌ there were times⁠ he thought he‌‌‌ was going to​ die.

But‌ when his second‌‍ mana heart began‌‌‌ purifying the poisons‍⁠ on its own,⁠‍‍ he slowly developed⁠ resistance.

Now,‌‌ most poisons barely‍ tickled him.

Perhaps,‍ in truth, none‍‍​ could affect him​‍⁠ anymore.

At‌‌‍ the very least,‌‍‌ he was completely⁠ immune to all‌​ the poisons possessed⁠‌ by Rector Rosalia.⁠‍⁠

The⁠⁠ assassin’s body, now‌​‍ headless, collapsed lifelessly.‍

The‍ eyes of the‌ others trembled in‍‍ terror.

“Alright.​‌⁠ Who among you‍ is going to⁠‍ tell me who‍ sent you?”

The⁠‍‌ assassins exchanged glances⁠ and once again⁠ drew their daggers,⁠ infusing them with​ a dark aura.​

“Just​‌​ as I thought.⁠‍‍ I never expected​⁠ you to talk.”​⁠⁠

Besides,‍ guys like you⁠‍​ wouldn’t know anything​ useful.

Clank!​‌⁠

Steel​⁠ spikes sprouted from‍‌‌ the ground, piercing⁠‌‍ their bodies in‍‍​ an instant.

“No‌​ matter. The real‌⁠ target is over‌ there.”

Fernan⁠​‍ looked up.

Ahead,⁠ Luina and the⁠⁠‌ confirmed corrupt Kret⁠‌ Helan were clashing​⁠ with brutal force.⁠​‌

***⁠

It​ was heavy.

From‍⁠‍ the very first​‍ strike, Luina felt⁠​⁠ her whole body​​ creak.

And‌‍​ no wonder—Kret Helan​​​ alone was powerful,⁠‌ and on top‍‍ of that, he‌ had the resonance⁠ of dozens of‍‌‌ knights reinforcing his‌ mana.

In‌ another time, Luina‍ would never have⁠‍ withstood that assault.​‍‌

But⁠⁠ now she had.​⁠

Even​ so, she felt⁠⁠ no pride.

She‌ remembered her days​‌​ in Bercheff, when⁠​ she trained against‌⁠ her father, exchanging⁠ hundreds of blows⁠‍​ with him.

Her‍ father didn’t need‌ help from knights,‌⁠​ nor did he‍​‍ use a mount‌ to gain speed.​

And‌⁠‍ yet, his attacks‍‌ were far heavier,‍‍‌ faster, and more​​‍ terrifying.

And‌ more than anything—right‍ now, she was‌​ furious.

“How​‌ dare you…!”

To‌​​ try and assassinate‌⁠ Fernan—just the attempt​‌⁠ alone was enough​‌ to ignite her‍⁠‍ rage.

The‌‌​ magical link between‌ Kret and his⁠​​ knights shattered under⁠⁠‌ the pressure.

The‍​​ riders were blown‌‌ away like leaves​‍ in a gale.‌‌​

Only‍​⁠ one remained standing—Kret‌ Helan.

His‌⁠ greatsword descended with‍⁠ a force that⁠ seemed like it​‌​ could split the⁠ world in two.⁠

Luina‌‍​ stepped forward and⁠​ raised her blade‍‍ to intercept it.⁠

CLANG!‍​

The‍‌ path of the‌​ black sword tore⁠ the earth apart.‌⁠

The‍​ claws of the‌​ blue lion she⁠‍ had summoned shredded‍​ the demonic aura.‌‍

A radiant blue light​‍ expanded, pushing the‌‍⁠ darkness back.

“Th-this⁠⁠​ is impossible…!”

The‍ predator’s eyes trembled.​

It‍‌‌ took him only‌‍​ a moment to⁠​​ realize he was‌ no longer the⁠​‍ hunter.

And‌​ the real hunter‌ didn’t waste the‌‍​ opportunity.

BOOM!​‍

The‍⁠ ground shook from​‍‍ the impact.

Luina,‌​⁠ closing the distance‍​ in an instant,⁠‌‌ carved a blazing⁠‍ arc with her​ sword.

Kret’s⁠‍⁠ condensed mana tried​⁠​ to resist.

Clang,‌ clang!

But⁠​⁠ his defense was‍⁠ shattered.

The‍​ sword sliced through‌⁠ the air and⁠‍ reached his face.​⁠‌

“Tch…!”⁠

Kret‍ desperately raised his⁠ greatsword, barely deflecting‍ the blow.

His​‍ hair was cut⁠‍​ along the edge.‌⁠

He‌‍​ felt a chill⁠​ run through his‍​ body, relieved to​⁠ still be alive—but‌ the blade that‍​​ had grazed him‌⁠​ spun in the‌‍ air, as if‍​​ defying the laws‌​⁠ of the world.⁠‍

“…!”​

He‌​​ didn’t even have​ time to scream.⁠​⁠

He‍​ threw his sword‍​‍ and hurled himself​⁠ to the side.‌‌‌

Crack!​

Even‍‍ so, he couldn’t‍ dodge it completely.​​

His‌⁠ shoulder and arm​​‌ were sent flying.‍

“Aaaaargh!!⁠ My arm! My‍‌‌ arm!”

In‍​ a rush, he⁠⁠ channeled mana to‌‌ the wound.

He⁠‍‍ managed to stop‌ the bleeding, but⁠ couldn’t regenerate the⁠ lost limb.

“W-what‍‌ are you? What‍‍ the hell are​⁠‍ you?”

His⁠‌ pupils were bloodshot.⁠‍​

“I’ll⁠ kill you all!‌⁠ You, Fernan Pellenberg,‌​⁠ and every last⁠‌ one of your​‌‍ cursed lot!”

Purple‌​ veins spread across​‌‌ his body.

Mana‍​⁠ exploded, and his​⁠‌ skin began to‍‍‌ twist as if⁠ something were crawling‌‌⁠ beneath it.

“How‌​⁠ bold. And you‍​ still dare to⁠​ speak like that?”⁠‍⁠

But‍⁠‍ Luina had seen‍‍ far worse.

Unfazed,‌ she aimed her‌​‌ sword and let⁠ her fury consume‌ her.

“Don’t​⁠⁠ kill him, Luina!⁠⁠ He might still​‍ be useful.”

So‍‌‌ she held back.⁠

“I​⁠​ doubt he’s in⁠‍‍ any shape to​‍⁠ talk.”

“We’ll‍​ see once we‍ pour holy water‌ on him.”

“Then‌‌ I’ll cut off‍ his legs first.”⁠‌

He‍ didn’t seem like‍‍‍ he’d die that‌‍⁠ easily—even corrupted by​‍​ mana.

But‌⁠‍ just then, Kret‌ Helan’s head exploded.‌​

It​ wasn’t suicide. It‌‌‍ was an external‍ intervention.

Luina‌‌ and Fernan turned‍ at the same‌ time.

“I⁠ leave for just⁠‍ a moment, and‌ I find filth‌‌‌ defiling my lands.”⁠‌‍

Dozens‌​‌ of knights, followed‌ by hundreds of⁠​​ soldiers, surrounded Fernan,‌⁠​ Luina, and the​‍ fallen bodies.

“So,​ you are Kret⁠​ Helan.”

Among‍ them appeared an​ elderly man with‍⁠‌ sharp eyebrows, deep‍‍‌ wrinkles, and a long white beard,‌ mounted on a white horse.

“You’ve​‌ completely lost your‌‍​ mind. How dare‌‌ you cause such‍‍ a disaster in​ my domain?”

His​‍ voice thundered with‌‍ anger—but it was‍​‍ impossible to get‌‍​ a reply from‌‌ a headless corpse.‍​

“Arrest‌‍⁠ them all! For‍⁠⁠ the crime of⁠⁠⁠ attempting to assassinate​ my guests in​‍ my own territory,‌​ they will pay​ dearly.”

“At⁠​‌ your command!”

The‍‌ knights Luina had⁠‌ knocked down were⁠⁠ captured without exception.‌​​

The​‌ old man dismounted⁠ and approached Fernan.‍‍‌

“You‌ must be Fernan‌⁠ Pellenberg, right?”

“I​⁠ greet the Duke.”‌

“Apologies⁠‌​ for the delay.‍‍‍ An urgent matter⁠ came up and‍⁠‌ I couldn’t avoid‍​‍ it.”

“I‌‍​ understand, Your Grace.”⁠

The‌​‌ Duke glanced around⁠⁠⁠ and said:

“This⁠​‍ isn’t a suitable‌⁠​ place to receive‌ a guest. Will‍​‌ you accompany me⁠‌ to the castle?”⁠

“Of‍ course.”

Fernan‍‌⁠ and Luina followed‌‌ the Duke to⁠‍ the lord’s castle.​ Soon after, Fernan​ met with him​⁠​ alone in the‍​‌ reception hall.

“Sit.​​​ What would you⁠‌‍ prefer to drink?”⁠

“Coffee,⁠‌​ please.”

A servant brought tea,‌‌‍ coffee, and some​ sweets.

“First​‍ of all, let​ me again apologize‌‌ for my delay,‍​ although I had⁠‍ sent a letter‌​⁠ in advance.”

“No​⁠⁠ problem, Your Grace.”‍

“If‍‍⁠ I may explain‍ myself—what happened today​⁠‌ is related to‌⁠ that matter.”

“You‍ mean Kret Helan?”​‍

The⁠‌ man who, just⁠ moments ago, had​ tried to kill⁠​‌ Fernan and Luina.‍

“Yes.​ He was someone‌‍ I was pursuing.⁠ I had found⁠⁠​ signs that he​‌ had allied with‌‌‍ demons.”

“Signs,⁠⁠ you say?”

“Around​ a year ago,​ you and Aint⁠‍ Armian eliminated the⁠ corrupt in the‌ Kingdom of Frazia,‍ didn’t you?”

The​ conversation drifted to‍⁠⁠ the past.

“It⁠‌⁠ was then that​‍⁠ I realized there‍ were also corrupt​⁠ within our own‌⁠ country. And after⁠‌⁠ your departure, I knew I couldn’t‍​ leave that evil⁠ rooted—I had to​​ rip it out​⁠​ from the source.”​‌

“I‍​ see.”

“So‍ I informed His‍ Majesty and ordered‌‌ a thorough search‍‌ for the corrupt‌‌ within the kingdom.‍​ And then we​​ found them.”

Duke‍ Harbert opened a drawer and pulled⁠‌⁠ out several documents.‍⁠

They‍​ contained a list‍​ with several names—Imbrus​ Galante, Kret Helan,​ Iosif Chton—a total​​⁠ of six.

“At​ that time, I learned you had‌‍ arrived in Frazia.”‌​

“Is‌​ that why you‌ sent me that​‍ letter?”

“Exactly.‌‌‍ I thought that,‍ if anyone could⁠ find a definitive‌‍​ solution, it would⁠ be you.”

He‌‌‍ added that, in‌ the meantime, he​ had obtained a direct lead on‌ Kret Helan and​⁠ began to pursue​​​ him.

“We​​ received reports that⁠‍‍ he would meet‍ with other corrupt⁠ individuals and set⁠​ up an ambush.‌‌​ But he escaped⁠ immediately, and I had to follow‍‌ him.”

He​ never imagined the‌‍ man would flee‍‍‍ to his own‍⁠‍ territory and cause‌​​ such chaos.

“So,⁠ cornered, Kret Helan‌ attacked us.”

“That’s​ what I believe.‌ Perhaps he thought‍​ that if the​ famous heroes intervened,‍‍ it would be‌⁠ the end for⁠‌ him—or maybe he⁠​ was trying to⁠ provoke a war​ between the Empire​⁠ and our kingdom.”‌​‌

It‍ made sense.

Moreover,‌​‍ while Kret Helan‍⁠ and his knights​ overflowed with demonic‍​​ energy, the duke‌‌ seemed completely clean.⁠​⁠

Fernan’s⁠⁠ dragon instinct didn’t⁠​ detect a single​ trace of dark⁠​ magic in him.‍‌

‘Though,‍ remembering how I crushed Kret’s head,‍‍​ it’s still suspicious.’⁠⁠⁠

And‌ yet, the consistency⁠‍‍ with which everything⁠ fit together made​ it even more‌​ unsettling.

Even‍​​ if it were​​⁠ true, who would‌‌⁠ dare provoke such​​ an incident in‍‍ their own duchy?⁠⁠

“I​‍ understand your suspicions.​‌‍ I admit everything‌​ seems too convenient.”⁠⁠⁠

The​‌‍ duke, noticing Fernan’s‌​⁠ distrust, spoke calmly.‍

“I⁠⁠‌ won’t deny it.​ But my loyalty‍ to the kingdom​‍​ is absolute. I will never allow‍​‍ the corrupt to‍⁠ devour it.”

Fernan‌ recalled the reports—that⁠ man had voluntarily‌ renounced his right‍ to the throne⁠‌ to preserve the⁠ kingdom’s stability.

“And​⁠ to be honest,‌⁠ it’s also true‌​‍ that the corrupt‌​ approached me. I played along with‌⁠‌ them to a certain point.”

“On‍ purpose?”

“If⁠ you want to‌ catch the tiger,‌⁠‌ you must enter‍‍ its den. Those⁠⁠ worms are rotting‌‌​ this country, and⁠​ I’ll give everything‌​‍ I have to⁠‌ stop them.”

“Why‌ are you telling‍⁠‌ me this?”

“You​‌ and Aint Armian.‍‍‍ When it comes‌ to demons or‍⁠​ the corrupt, there’s‌ no one I trust more.”

Up⁠​ to that point,‍‍⁠ everything he said​‌⁠ made sense.

Though‌​ not without gaps,‌⁠​ his explanation was‌‍ plausible.

“My⁠‌‌ plan already has‍‌‌ His Majesty’s approval.⁠​‌ If you still‍ doubt, we can​‍‍ go see him⁠‍ together. The king‌ knows I’ve asked​‌⁠ you and Aint⁠​ Armian for help.”‌​

That⁠​ was the final‍‍ blow.

It‍ wouldn’t be a bad idea to‌​ confirm it personally.‍⁠

Fernan‌⁠‍ nodded.

***⁠

“Your‍ Majesty, Duke Harbert​⁠ and the young‍‌ Fernan Pellenberg have⁠‌​ arrived.”

“…Let‌⁠ them enter.”

An‌ old and weak⁠⁠ voice replied from‌ within.

The⁠ door opened slowly,‍‌ and as Fernan‍ entered, it closed‌‌‌ behind him.

The‍‌ interior was luxurious,‌ though shrouded in​⁠ darkness by thick‌⁠​ curtains.

In‍ the center of‌ the room, on⁠ a large bed,‍⁠‍ lay the king⁠‌⁠ of Frazia.

Cough,‍ cough.

A hoarse cough was‌‍⁠ heard.

“I​ greet Your Majesty,‌⁠ the great king⁠⁠ of Frazia.”

“I‌‌ greet Your Majesty.”⁠

The⁠ duke knelt; Fernan​​ bowed his head⁠ respectfully.

“Fernan,⁠‍ you say? I’ve‌‌ seen your father​‍ many times, but​⁠‌ never you…”

His‍‌ voice was weak,‌ weighed down by‌ illness.

“Yes,‍ Your Majesty. It’s‌‍ an honor to​​⁠ meet you. I am Fernan Pellenberg.”‌‌

Though‍⁠‌ it was their‌ first meeting, Fernan’s​⁠‌ father often visited‍‍​ Frazia on business⁠‌ matters.

“How​ is the duke?”⁠‍⁠

“Quite‌‍‍ busy lately. The‍‌⁠ corrupt are stirring​⁠ up the world⁠‍⁠ as if it⁠‌ belongs to them.”‍⁠

“Corrupt…‌ I see. I’ve⁠‍​ heard tales of‍‍‍ demons rising and‌​ spreading chaos across⁠ the continent.”

The⁠‌‌ king sighed deeply.​⁠‌

Fernan‌‌⁠ stepped a bit‍​​ closer; beneath the‍​‍ blankets, his wrinkled⁠ skin and lifeless‍ eyes reminded him‌⁠‍ of a rotting‌ fish.

“I’ve​ heard what happened—as‌ king of Frazia,‍ I have no‍​‍ words to apologize‌ to you…”

The‍ monarch bowed his⁠​‌ head with effort.‌‍‌

“Your⁠⁠⁠ Majesty!”

“Majesty!”⁠‌‌

The‌‌‌ guards and the​⁠ duke exclaimed in⁠ horror, but it‍‌⁠ wasn’t an exaggeration.​‍⁠

Fernan‌‌ was the heir⁠ of the Pellenbergs—one​​⁠ of the Empire’s‍​ seven elector houses,‍‌⁠ lineages considered equivalent​​ to kingdoms.

In‍‍ other words, a foreign prince had‍ been the target‍​‌ of an assassination⁠⁠ attempt within Frazia.‌‍⁠

A very serious matter.⁠

Even​‌‍ if he had​​ entered unofficially, it⁠‍​ would be enough⁠‌ for him to‌​ turn it into​‍ a diplomatic issue.⁠⁠

If​⁠ a simple bow‌‌​ was enough to‌⁠⁠ avoid that, it​ was in the‍ king’s best interest​‌ to do so.⁠​⁠

“It’s​ not Your Majesty’s​‌ fault. The problem⁠​⁠ lies with the‌‍ corrupt.”

Fernan‍⁠ fully understood his‍ intent but accepted​​ the apology.

There⁠​ were more important‌⁠ matters than politics.​

“Thank​​ you.”

“I​⁠​ only hope the‌ eradication of the⁠‍ corrupt is carried‌‍‍ out decisively. I do not wish⁠‍ to see those⁠‍⁠ who attacked us​‌ still breathing on​‌​ this land.”

“Believe‌ me, I desire​‍⁠ that even more​ than you. Cough…⁠ cough…”

The‌ king wiped the‍‌⁠ blood from his‍ lips with a handkerchief.

That‍⁠ was enough.

According⁠‍ to the Book‌‌ of Prophecies, the‍‌ main battlefield would​‍​ be the continent⁠ of Lutar, especially⁠ the north.

If‍‌‍ Frazia fell to​‌⁠ the corrupt, the‍ Alliance would be‍ forced to fight​‍ on two fronts.​​‍

Fernan​ could not allow‌ that.

Especially‍‍ because the main‍ house of the‍ Pellenbergs was located‌ on the continent‌⁠ of Pandrein.

“I​⁠ have already delegated‌ full authority to‌ Duke Harbert to​ eradicate the corrupt.​​ Given the circumstances,‍⁠ why don’t you‍​ work with him?”⁠

“If⁠⁠ Your Majesty grants​ me the authority,‌‍‌ I would be‍ honored.”

Fernan‌‍‌ smiled slightly at⁠​‌ the unexpected gain.⁠​

“I‌ only ask for⁠ one more thing—that⁠‌⁠ Your Majesty publicly⁠ support Aint and⁠‍⁠ me.”

As​‍‌ much as they‍ were called heroes,‌ both Aint and‌ Fernan were still‌​​ foreigners in Frazia.‍​​

And‍​ not all nobles​​​ would view their​ involvement favorably. They‌ needed a political‍ shield.

“You​⁠ speak boldly. What‍ could an old⁠⁠‌ dying man bedridden​​⁠ do…?”

“With​ your permission.”

Fernan‌ stepped forward decisively.‍‍

The‍⁠​ cold steel of⁠​⁠ a sword touched⁠​ his neck.

“That’s‍ far enough. Don’t⁠ take another step.”‌

It⁠ was the king’s⁠ personal guard.

“…What⁠ are you trying⁠‌⁠ to do?”

“To‌‍ treat His Majesty.”⁠⁠

“He’s‌‌ an old, sick⁠‍‍ man. There’s no​‌ cure for age.”‍

“Certainly,‍​‍ age is the​‍ main cause of‍⁠ his condition—but not‍ the only one.”​⁠​

Fernan’s⁠⁠​ eyes shone.

His‌‍ dragon senses perceived​ the energy inside‍‌​ the king—a mass‌⁠‍ of dark magic‍‌‌ deeply nested, devouring‍‍‌ his life.

“It⁠⁠⁠ is not the‍‌⁠ only cause.”

“Then…‍‌ is it corrupt‌‍ magic?”

The‍ king had already‍ suspected it.

With‍​ so many incidents⁠‍ in the kingdom,‌ he feared that​‌⁠ curse might have‍‍​ reached him as⁠ well.

“Yes.‌ And I possess‍ an infallible remedy‌​ against it—holy water.”⁠‌‌

“If‍ I drink it,‍⁠⁠ will I be⁠⁠ cured?”

“Not​​‍ completely. As I said, age remains‌ the main factor.”​‍

The‍ magic only accelerated⁠‍‌ the deterioration; even​ without it, the‌ king was near​⁠ the end.

For‌⁠‌ someone who had‌ never learned magic​ or swordsmanship, he⁠ had already lived‍ long enough.

“But​ if I eliminate⁠‌ the corruption, Your‌‍ Majesty will at​​‍ least be able⁠⁠‍ to ignite one​ final flame of‌‍‍ strength.”

“And‍​‌ so, he can⁠‌ personally avenge the‍‌ corrupt who ruined‍‍ his kingdom.”

Fernan‍​ said it in‍ a low voice,‍ almost like a tempting whisper.

“Majesty,‌ it’s too dangerous!‍‍ It hasn’t been‍​⁠ proven…”

“Young‌‌ Fernan, you’re overstepping!⁠‌ You can’t offer‌ something so uncertain⁠‍ to His Majesty!”‌⁠⁠

Duke‍‍‍ Harbert and the‍​ guard looked at‍ him with alarm.‍​

But​ the king took⁠ the bait.

“He’s‌‌ right. How could⁠ a king sit‍ idle while his‍​ kingdom crumbles, just⁠⁠⁠ out of fear⁠ of dying?”

The⁠ monarch slowly sat​ up, assisted by⁠‍ his guard.

“There⁠ is only one​‌​ risk—if the holy⁠‍​ water and the​ magic clash inside‌‌ his body, he​‌‍ might not withstand‌​ it…”

Before​⁠ Fernan finished speaking,‍⁠ the king had‍‌ already taken the​‌ bottle and drank​​‌ it in one⁠ gulp.

“I’m⁠‌‍ already doomed anyway.⁠‍‍ If I can’t‍‌‌ endure it, at‍‍‍ least I’ll die​ trying.”

The‍‌​ eyes of the⁠⁠ dying king began‍‌⁠ to shine with⁠ new vitality.

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