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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 270

Chapter 270

The‍‌ King of Frazia‍ rose, shaking off‌⁠‌ the illness that‍‍ had consumed him.⁠‍

“There​​‌ is no way​⁠ to hide my​​ shame.”

Through‍‍‍ a speech to‍​‌ the kingdom, he​​⁠ announced his recovery.​‍‌

“In⁠‍‌ the Duchy of‍​‌ Licatus, traitors dared⁠ to attempt the⁠‌​ life of the‌ duke. They are…”​

Thus,‍ he publicly proclaimed‍‍⁠ the existence of‍ “rebels.”

It‍‍‍ was impossible to​ completely cover up⁠‍ the attack that​​ occurred in the‍ heart of the⁠‌⁠ duchy—there had been​‍⁠ too many witnesses—so‌​‌ instead of hiding⁠‌⁠ it, he chose​ to distort the⁠ facts.

“I​⁠ grant full authority⁠ to Duke Harbert​​‌ Licatus. Those who⁠ tried to exploit⁠ my illness to‍‌ destroy this kingdom‌ will be eliminated!”‍

The​ plan was simple.⁠⁠​

Duke‍‍ Harbert would publicly⁠‍ pursue the so-called​‍ rebels, while Fernan‍‌ and Aint would​‌​ secretly hunt down‍​⁠ the real corrupt‍‌⁠ ones.

Of⁠‌⁠ course, those “rebels”‌⁠‍ were also, in⁠‍ reality, corrupt.

“Aint‌‍‍ Armian, Fernan Pellenberg.⁠‌ His Majesty has‌ promised his full​​ support to you⁠⁠⁠ both. Moreover, if​‍​ you succeed in‌‌ eliminating the corrupt,‌‌ Frazia will officially‍​ join the alliance⁠ led by the⁠⁠ Empire.”

“Understood.”​

The‍⁠ duke pulled out⁠‌ five documents.

Imbrus⁠​​ Galante, Iosif Chton,⁠ and three other‍‍ suspects—excluding Kret Helan,‌​⁠ already dead.

“These⁠⁠ are the remaining⁠ corruption suspects. Now‍ that Kret Helan​‌ turned out to‌‍ be one, it’s‍‌‌ almost certain the⁠⁠ others are as​ well. Officially, we’re⁠​​ calling them rebels,​‍⁠ but they must⁠‌‌ already know they’re‌‍‍ our real targets.”​

“That’s‍⁠ why we have‍ to eliminate them‍‌ all at once—like‍ a storm.”

Military‍‍​ strength wasn’t a problem.

With⁠ the king declaring⁠​‍ the rebels enemies⁠ of the state,​ the royal army​⁠​ had full justification​‍ to mobilize.

The‌‍‍ duchy’s forces and⁠‍​ regular troops would​​‍ act together, and⁠​‌ the enemies would⁠‍ be swept away.⁠​

At⁠‍ least, on the‍ surface.

“The‍ real issue isn’t​⁠​ their private soldiers,​‍​ but how many‌‍ other corrupts support​‍⁠ them—and how many⁠ demonic creatures they‍‌ can summon.”

They‍ might even summon‌​ a demon. That’s‌​ why they had‍‌ to go in​‍​ with full force.‌⁠

“We’ll​‌‌ take care of⁠​ the two most‌​ dangerous ones.”

Fernan‌‍ pointed to the⁠‍​ names of Imbrus⁠ Galante and Iosif‌​​ Chton.

Both‌‌‍ were influential counts​​‍ in Frazia, with‌​ considerable power and​‍ resources.

“Reduce‍​ the troops assigned‍ to those two​​​ and use them‍⁠ to wipe out‌ the other three.”⁠‍​

“It’s‍ very dangerous for​‍ you to go​ alone. A cornered‌‍ corrupt can do‌‍ anything.”

“That’s⁠‍‍ precisely why we⁠‌⁠ should go. Aint‍​‍ is the worst​ enemy of the​ corrupt.”

Even​ if they split‍ up, Fernan and​ Aint could each​ face a demon​ on their own.‍‍

Though,‌‌​ of course, it​ had long been⁠ true that “just‌‍ one” was no⁠⁠‍ longer a realistic​‌‌ measure.

‘There​⁠‌ are seventy-two demons.’​‌

They​⁠​ had defeated several,​ but far too‌‍⁠ many remained.

To‍​‌ be ready, they​⁠ needed more combat‌‍‌ experience and to‌‌‍ continue strengthening their‍⁠ bodies with elixirs.​‍

“…Understood.‌⁠​ I’ll give you⁠‌‍ official orders and‌⁠​ a minimum of‌‍‍ support troops.”

“Thank‌ you.”

Fernan⁠‌ decided to depart‌​ with Luina and‌ Hyde.

Aint​​​ would be accompanied‌ by Aria, Verian,‍​⁠ Gismond, Ahgrot, and⁠ Professor Adolf.

“Aint,‍‌ if things get‌ too dangerous, run.‍​​ Your life is‍​‍ worth more than‌​ killing a demon.”‌

“I​​‍ have no intention‌​⁠ of dying yet.”‌‍‌

“Be‌‍ well prepared. The⁠​ corrupt and demons​ will see you‌‍ as their main‌​‍ target. They might​‍ concentrate all their⁠ power exactly where‍‍​ you’re going.”

It‌ was the worst-case⁠‍ scenario, but not⁠‌​ impossible.

“Take‌ Silver with you.​ If necessary, evacuate‌‌ everyone and escape.”​​⁠

“And⁠​‍ you, senior?”

“I’ll‌⁠ be fine.”

For​⁠‍ once, Fernan smiled⁠‍⁠ with confidence.

“If​​ things get complicated,⁠‌‍ I can escape​⁠ riding Wooden.”

When‌⁠ he increased in‍ size, the small‍‌‍ golem could run⁠⁠ faster than most⁠⁠ birds and didn’t‌‍ tire easily—perfect for​​ a quick retreat.‌

“Understood.”⁠​

And‌⁠​ so, the group​‌​ split up.

***​‌‌

“A‌⁠‌ pleasure to meet‌ you. I am‍⁠​ Javal Lifanu, commander‍ of the Third​ Anti-Monster Battalion.”

In‍ Frazia, a land⁠⁠ infested with creatures,‍‍ the shortage of‌​‍ soldiers had forced‍ the kingdom to⁠ delegate much of‌⁠⁠ the fighting to‌‍⁠ mercenaries.

Even⁠‌ so, the kingdom⁠⁠ had not entirely​‍ abandoned its duty.​‌

The‍​‍ Anti-Monster Battalion was‌ an elite military‌​‌ force created to​ fight beasts and​ demons.

Frazia‌‌​ maintained ten battalions,​​ each with five‍‌⁠ hundred men.

The‌⁠‍ Third Battalion was⁠‍‌ one of them.​⁠

“Fernan‌​ Pellenberg. A pleasure.”‍‌

“Luina​ Bercheff.”

“His⁠ Majesty has informed‍​‌ us of everything.⁠‍ Until the mission⁠‍ is complete, you,‌‍ young master, will‍‌‌ be the acting​​ commander of the‍‌‍ Third Anti-Monster Battalion.”⁠⁠‍

The​ Anti-Monster Battalion was‌‍ one of the‌⁠‍ main armed forces​​​ under direct control‌⁠‍ of the royal⁠​​ family. Their loyalty‍ to the king⁠‍‌ rivaled that of‍‍⁠ the Royal Knights.‍‌

“Understood.⁠ Let’s depart immediately.​‌​ Our destination is​‍‍ the County of‌​​ Galante.”

The​​ target assigned to⁠​⁠ Fernan and Luina⁠‍ was Count Imbrus‍ Galante.

The‍ County of Galante​ was located in​‌ the south of‍‍⁠ Frazia, a border‌‍‍ region tasked with⁠⁠ guarding the kingdom’s‍‍ edge.

Fighting​ with monsters was‌​ frequent there, and‌​ the county’s soldiers⁠ were all hardened‍‍ veterans.

If‍⁠⁠ Imbrus Galante was⁠ truly corrupt, it​ would not be‍‌ an easy battle.​⁠‌

Ideally,‍‌ he would obey‌​ the royal order‍ without resistance—but if‌​‍ that were the‍ case, he would‌‌ not have become​​ corrupt in the​‍‌ first place.

“Do‍‍‍ you have an‌​ action plan?”

“We’ll‌ go in head-on.‌ We come with⁠⁠‍ a direct order​ from the king.‍​‌ There’s no reason​⁠​ to skulk around‍‍ like rats.”

And‌⁠‌ if he resisted⁠​ violently or was⁠‌‌ already prepared? It​‌ didn’t matter.

Whatever⁠‌​ happened, Fernan trusted‍‌ he could at​ least avoid the⁠‌ worst outcome.

Fernan,‌ Luina, and the⁠​‍ Third Battalion moved‌‍⁠ quickly southward.

“The‌​ commander will act⁠‍‍ as your representative,‍​⁠ sir. We’ll go‌⁠‌ disguised as regular‌ soldiers.”

“All‌ right.”

They‍‌‍ didn’t bother keeping​⁠ things secret. Speed‌ was the only​‌‌ thing that mattered.‍​

Their‌​⁠ goal was to​ capture the enemy‍​ before the corrupt⁠‍ could escape or‍​ fortify their defenses.‍

“Welcome.‍ We’ve been expecting‌‍ you.”

To​⁠ everyone’s surprise, Count‍‌‍ Galante received them⁠‍‍ without resistance.

The⁠‍‍ castle gates were‍‌⁠ wide open, and⁠‌ the troops entered‍‍ without encountering any​ opposition.

“Sir​⁠‍ Javal, long time‌⁠ no see.”

“A​‌​ pleasure to see‌‌ you again, Count⁠⁠‌ Imbrus.”

Imbrus⁠‌ was a burly,⁠ middle-aged man, his‍⁠ body covered in​⁠‍ scars—the image of⁠ a veteran warrior.⁠

“I’ve​‌​ heard rumors about‌‍ the duchy. They‌‌‍ say traitors tried‌⁠ to assassinate the​ duke.”

“That’s​ right.”

The‍‌‍ names of Fernan,‍​ Aint, and Luina‍ were kept secret‍ by royal order.⁠

A weapon is more‍‍ fearsome when its⁠⁠​ existence is unknown.‍

“It’s⁠⁠ true I had‌ a good relationship​​ with Kret Helan,‌ but I’m no⁠‍ traitor.”

“If⁠⁠​ you’re innocent, His​‍‌ Majesty will clarify​⁠ it in the‍​ capital.”

“And​​ this is the⁠​‌ king’s will?”

“It⁠ is.”

“I​⁠​ see.”

The‍⁠​ count extended both⁠⁠‌ hands while scanning‍‌ the battalion group.​‍

“I’m‌​‍ innocent. The king‍ will recognize that‍‌⁠ sooner or later.”⁠​

“If⁠ so, then so‍ be it.”

But​ as the soldiers⁠​​ moved to bind‍‌ him, the count‌‍⁠ lowered his hands‍ again.

“Even​⁠ so, wouldn’t it⁠‍ be courteous to‌⁠​ at least accept‌ a meal before⁠‍ leaving? You must‍ be hungry. It​​‍ won’t be a banquet, but at‌ least better than‌‌ eating outdoors.”

“We​​ appreciate the offer,‍‌ but our duty‌​‍ is to carry‌​ out the king’s⁠⁠ order without delay.”‌⁠​

“The​​‍ king wouldn’t have​​‍ ordered you to​ work on an​ empty stomach. Don’t‌‌⁠ be so stiff.”‌

“Thanks,‌ but it’s unnecessary.”‌‌‌

“I‍ wasn’t speaking to⁠‌ you.”

The⁠ count looked past‍ the soldiers—directly at​ Fernan, who was​ disguised among them.​⁠

“Fernan‌‍‌ Pellenberg. I meant‌‌ you. Playing soldier‍​⁠ can’t be easy—why​⁠ not take a break and try⁠ the feast I’ve⁠‍ prepared?”

Fernan​​ removed his helmet.‌⁠

“How⁠‌⁠ did you recognize​ me?”

“Intuition.”​

“I​‌ see.”

Fernan‌‌ let out a short laugh. He​‍ had released a barely perceptible thread⁠‍ of dragon energy.⁠

“Unfortunately,​‌ I can’t accept‌⁠ the invitation.”

“I⁠ see there’s no‌​ reasoning with you.”‌‌‌

Rumble—‌

The​​⁠ castle’s thick gates⁠‌​ slammed shut.

“Then‍‌‌ I’ll take this‍​‌ as a formal‍ refusal.”

“…What‌‍ are you planning?”​‌‌

“I⁠‍⁠ just wanted to​‍ share a meal—no​ need to make‍‍​ it complicated.”

Tsk.​‍ The count clicked⁠⁠‌ his tongue.

The‍​ inner gate also‍ closed, and soldiers‌‍ hidden among the​​‍ walls and buildings‍ began to emerge,​ surrounding them completely.⁠

“If​​⁠ you had accepted,‍​​ at least you’d​ have died with​‌‍ the dignity befitting‌​ the heir of‌ a great house.”⁠‌‍

“You​ were waiting for​⁠ me?”

“Of‌⁠⁠ course. I knew‌⁠ you were coming‌‍⁠ here.”

“And‌‌ planned to kill​​ me?”

“You’ve⁠ meddled too much.”‍

The‍‍‌ number of soldiers‍‍​ kept growing. He⁠‌ seemed to have​‌ summoned even those‌⁠​ assigned to guard‍ the walls.

“His⁠‌ Excellency has decided‌ that you must‍‌‍ die before Aint⁠⁠ Armian.”

“Was⁠ it Dantalion who⁠‌ said that? That​‌‍ I’m the more‌ troublesome one?”

“Do​​ not speak his⁠​⁠ name in vain.”‍‌‍

The‍‍‌ count released his⁠ murderous intent without‌ restraint. Demonic energy‌ began leaking from‌ his body.

“Count​ Imbrus! Have you​ truly betrayed the‍​‍ kingdom? Why?” Javal​‍ Lifanu shouted through​ gritted teeth.

“Because​⁠ there’s no future​ left. Do you‍‌ really think that⁠⁠​ brat Aint Armian‌ can stop the‍⁠ demons? How naive.‍⁠​ This world will‍‌ end in their⁠ hands.”

So⁠‍ I must do⁠‍‍ something to survive,​ right?

“His⁠ Excellency promised me—if​​‌ I killed Fernan⁠ Pellenberg, he’d grant‌​‍ me one of​​‌ the finest seats​​ in hell!”

The​​‌ count raised both⁠⁠ arms and let‌ out a deranged‌ laugh.

“And⁠ this is it?”⁠

“It’s‍‍‍ not all. I’ve​‌ heard of your​‌​ fame, and of‌⁠ that monster you⁠‍‍ carry around your‌‌‌ neck. Don’t think‍ I came unprepared…”‌‍⁠

Slash!⁠‍⁠

The​‌​ count’s head rolled‌⁠ across the floor.‍⁠ Luina’s sword returned‌‌⁠ to its sheath⁠‌⁠ before anyone realized‌ what had happened.⁠

At‌⁠ Fernan’s signal, she‌‍ had decapitated him​ before he could⁠ do anything.

But—‌​​

“Khuhuhuhu…‌​‍ that changes nothing.”‍‌‍

His‌​ headless body didn’t‍⁠ fall. The severed​ head opened its⁠‍‌ eyes and spoke.‌‍‌

“His⁠‍ Excellency granted me‍​ immortality! I’ll never‌ die!”

Everyone⁠ froze in horror—except‌‍ Fernan, who remained⁠⁠​ unshaken.

“Did​ you really think‌ that with this⁠ handful of soldiers⁠ you could kill​‍ me?”

“It’s⁠‌ not a handful.‍⁠ All of them​⁠​ are sacrifices prepared​‌ especially for your‍ arrival.”

“Sacrifices?”‍

At‌‌ that moment—

Whoosh.‌

A wave of magical‍ energy swept across⁠ the entire castle.‌‌ The soldiers and‍​‍ knights began coughing‍ blood and collapsing.‌

Their‍​ blood and life⁠‍‍ force rose into⁠‍‌ the sky, forming‍ an enormous magic​ circle.

“The⁠⁠ great ones are⁠‌⁠ coming. Without Aint‍‍⁠ Armian here, do​​‌ you think you‌‌ can defeat the​‌ Lords?”

“Did⁠‌⁠ you also place​​ magic stones beneath​⁠ the castle?”

“Of​‌ course.”

“And​ nothing else?”

“Nothing‍‍ else? Such arrogance.‍​‍ With two great⁠ beings descending, do​‍ you think you‌⁠ could—?”

Fernan‌‍ walked toward the​⁠ talking head and‍‍‌ picked it up.‌‍​

“So​‍ that’s all.”

He‍ squeezed. The head‌ screamed.

“Your​‍ real target wasn’t‌ Aint—it was me.‌​ And to kill‍‌​ me, you planned‌ to summon two‍ demons, right?”

The⁠⁠ head whimpered, but‍​ Fernan didn’t wait⁠‍‌ for an answer.‌

“If⁠ you can live⁠‍ without a body,‌‍​ then see if​⁠ you can survive​ this too.”

“T-That‌⁠ energy… it can’t‍​​ be…”

The⁠ head trembled at⁠⁠ the power emanating⁠ from Fernan’s hand—a‍ repulsive force even‌ Dantalion hadn’t warned⁠⁠ about.

“No!‌‍‍ This wasn’t part⁠​ of the deal!​ I wasn’t supposed⁠ to die here!”‍

Crack—⁠​‌

The⁠​ head shattered. The⁠‌⁠ still-standing body collapsed⁠‍ lifelessly.

“So,‌⁠ two.”

Fernan​ looked up. In‍‍​ the sky, there​ were two magic‍‍ circles, both gathering‍ demonic energy.

The​ two thousand knights​‌‌ and soldiers forming⁠ the encirclement had‌⁠ fallen.

Even‍⁠​ members of the‌⁠ Third Battalion and‌ the townspeople were‌ suffering from the​​‍ ritual’s effects.

“Commander,‍‍⁠ we must retreat⁠​ now.”

“If​ two demons are‍‌ summoned, Frazia is‍​​ lost! We must‍‌​ stop them!”

“It’s⁠⁠⁠ too late. The​​‍ demons will be‍‌ summoned.”

“By​‍ the gods…”

Javal⁠ Lifanu’s face turned‌⁠⁠ pale; he could‍‍ see Frazia’s end‌ approaching.

“I‍ don’t plan to⁠⁠ die here at​ the hands of​ demons. But if⁠⁠ you stay, that​ will be your⁠‍​ only outcome.”

“Are‍ you saying that​‌​ if we leave,​​ you might stop⁠ them?”

“At‍ least the odds⁠‍‌ improve. Unless your‍​‍ battalion can fight‌​ demons…”

“…Impossible.”‌⁠

The⁠ commander knew his⁠‌⁠ limits—and those of‌​ his unit. Even‍​‍ if all attacked‍‍ together, they couldn’t‍ defeat a demon.‌

“I’ll​ trust in your⁠‍ reputation, young master.‌⁠⁠ I’ll head to⁠‌‍ the County of​⁠ Chton and bring⁠‍⁠ young Aint.”

The​​ same place Aint‍ and his group​‌ had headed earlier.​‌

When‌ they vanished from‌ sight, only Fernan,⁠​ Luina, Hyde, and​ another of Fernan’s‍ servants remained.

“This‌ is quite the⁠​‍ problem, young master.”‌‍‍

The⁠‍ servant looked up​⁠‍ at the sky.‍‍‍

“I​⁠ never imagined I’d⁠​​ end up fighting‍⁠ demons.”

“Don’t​ you have confidence?”​‍

“None.⁠⁠​ Not even the⁠​ Royal Knights or​ Archmages would dare‌⁠‍ say they do.”⁠⁠‍

His​⁠‍ outfit changed—a flawless‍ brown suit and⁠ a short-brimmed hat​⁠ appeared on his‍​ head.

“But​​​ if we want​‌⁠ to live, we’ll⁠‍​ have to fight.⁠‌​ Besides, I have​ one conviction.”

“And‌‌ what’s that?”

“Faith‌​​ that you wouldn’t​‍‌ have willingly walked​ into a trap‍ without a plan.”‍

“I​⁠ have that same⁠ faith in you.”⁠

“Well,‌‌‌ that’s certainly a problem.”

The⁠​ servant stroked his‍⁠‍ mustache.

“So,‌⁠​ what’s your plan,‍ young master?”

“If​ you handle one,‌‌ I’ll eliminate the‍​⁠ other as quickly‍‍⁠ as possible.”

The​⁠​ servant clicked his⁠ tongue.

“Ugh…​⁠‍ sounds dreadful. What⁠ if I handle‌‌⁠ the chaos while‌ you buy time?”‌​

“I’m​⁠ the one who‌ possesses the power​‍⁠ of the Adversary.”‍‍

“Then‍ what about that‌ young lady praying‍ not to be‍ chosen by me‌⁠‍ in the Great⁠‌ Sacred Competition?”

“We’ve​‌​ fought together for‌‌‌ a long time.‍ She’s more synchronized​​ with me than‍⁠ you are.”

“So,⁠⁠‍ in short, you’re⁠ stuck with me.”⁠​‌

“Unfortunate.‍⁠ Truly unfortunate.”

The​ servant sighed theatrically.​

“When⁠⁠ all this is‌ over, Luina promises​⁠ not to choose‌‌⁠ you in the⁠ Great Sacred Competition.”‍⁠

“That’s​‌​ a bit encouraging.‌‌‍ Although there’s one‍⁠ more, isn’t there?”​

“I’ll​​​ speak to Aint‍ as well.”

“Then​ I have all‌‌ the reason I need to give​ it my all.”‌

Armond⁠⁠ Merschdorf, the Sword​‍‍ of Pellenberg, smiled‍‍ with satisfaction as⁠​⁠ he drew his​ blade.

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