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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 272

Chapter 272

Dantalion‍ mobilized all the‍‌​ power of Frazia‌‍‌ to capture Fernan.⁠‌‍

The​​‍ result was two‌​ demons.

What‌⁠‌ he hadn’t foreseen⁠​ was that Fernan‌ and Luina had‌ grown beyond all‌ expectations, nor that‍⁠‌ Fernan, foreseeing an⁠ emergency, had secretly‍ brought along one​‍ of his family’s⁠‌ Royal Knights.

Fernan‍ and Luina, instead‍ of being hunted,​⁠ hunted the two⁠⁠⁠ demons.

On​‍ the other hand,‌‍ the other areas⁠​ lacked sufficient reinforcements.⁠​

Thanks​‍‍ to that, the​‍⁠ suspects of being‍ corrupt—no, the truly‍ corrupt—were all captured‌ or eliminated without​ exception.

“You’re​‌ saying the only​​ survivor was Iosif​‍ Krton?”

“Yes.⁠​‍ In the other​‍ places, the resistance⁠​ was so fierce⁠‌​ that they had‍​‍ no choice but‍⁠⁠ to kill them.”⁠‌​

“And⁠ Count Iosif?”

“He‌‌‌ tried to resist,​ but nothing major…”‌‍⁠

Aint‍​ scratched his cheek.‍‍ It was a matter of life‌‌​ and death, so​‍⁠ the resistance must‍​ not have been‍⁠ minor. That only⁠⁠ meant Aint and‌ his group had‌ been too overwhelming.‍‌

“By​‍‍ the way, are‍​‌ you alright? They‌‌ said two demons‌ were summoned…”

“They​‌ were.”

“They‍ were? That’s not​‌ an answer, senior!​​‍ Did you lose​ a bet or‍‍ what?”

“Calm‍ down. Am I not standing here‍ alive and in⁠‍ one piece before‌‍⁠ you?”

“Ah…”⁠​‍

Aint‍ and Aria shut​ their mouths at​ the same time.‍​‌

Indeed,‌⁠‍ upon hearing that​⁠ two demons had⁠ been summoned, they⁠​ had rushed there​​‍ immediately.

But⁠ when they arrived,⁠‍ only the traces‌​ of the battle⁠‌ remained—Fernan and Luina‍​ were completely unharmed.‌‍‍

— Kyuu!

Wooden⁠‍‌ too.

That​ could only mean‍⁠ one thing—the demons‍ were dead.

“You​‍ two really defeated‌​ the demons?”

“I‌ borrowed a bit⁠ of power from⁠ my family.”

“Your⁠‍‍ family?”

“A‌⁠ pleasure, Aint Armian.‌‌​ This is my‍ first time seeing‍⁠ you in person.‍ My name is‍‍​ Armond Merschdorf.”

“…A‌ Royal Knight?”

“Wasn’t​‌‍ he this man’s​​​ servant?”

Everyone’s⁠​ eyes widened in‌⁠ astonishment.

“Hmph,‍ that’s why I said—worrying about Fernan‌ is the most‌⁠ useless thing in⁠​ the world.”

“Bah,⁠⁠‍ if they threw⁠ him into hell,‌ he’d come back‌⁠‌ carrying infernal minerals.”‌

Verian‍‍ scoffed, and Gismond‌‌‌ nodded in agreement.‌​‌

“Two‍​‍ demons? They say‌‍‍ even one is‌ enough to destroy​‌ an entire kingdom!‍⁠‌ And you three‍ defeated them…?”

— Kyuu!

“…No,​ four, counting Wooden.”‍

Adolf,​‌‍ seeing Fernan and⁠​​ Luina’s true power,​ was stunned.

He‌⁠‌ realized how absurd⁠⁠‌ it had been‌ to even consider​⁠ opposing them, and​⁠ how fortunate he‍‍ was to have⁠​⁠ joined their group.‌‌

Gardner‍​​ thought the same.⁠

— Fernan is truly‌⁠‌ extraordinary. Even with‌‍ the enemy’s power,‍‌‍ facing two demons‌‍ isn’t something for​​ a mere brave⁠⁠​ soul.

He​ didn’t just have‍​ luck or resources;‌​ his skill already⁠ surpassed many.

Giving⁠‌ a royal sword⁠ to a child‍‌​ would only serve​ for them to‍‌ injure themselves; but⁠ Fernan was born⁠‍‍ to wield it.‍‌

— He has the⁠⁠ composure of an‍ Archmage. No, he‌ already possesses that‌‍ level; he just⁠‌ hasn’t revealed it​ yet.

— But how much⁠​ longer can he​ hide it?

Needles‌⁠ always end up⁠ breaking through pockets.‍​‌

Gardner​​‌ was convinced Fernan​ had already reached​‍ the rank of‍ a superhuman.

— How ironic. How​‌ many superhumans are‍​⁠ there in this‍​​ small group?

They⁠ weren’t officially a Royal Knight or​⁠⁠ an Archmage yet,​​⁠ but that no‍ longer mattered.

When⁠ the Dragon God​⁠‍ War and the‌ Tournament arrived, things‍ would change.

— This reminds me⁠‍ of when I rode alongside the‍⁠ previous Emperor. Back⁠‍​ then, everyone around​ us was also‍ a superhuman.

It⁠ wasn’t an exaggeration.‌​ The first Royal‌ Knights and Archmages⁠ were precisely the​ heroes who, alongside​​​ the first Emperor,‌⁠⁠ hunted demons.

“So,​ Aint, where is‌‍⁠ Count Iosif now?”⁠​

Fernan’s⁠​‍ question pulled Aint‌ and Gardner from⁠ their thoughts.

“We‍ sent him ahead⁠‌ to the royal⁠⁠ palace. I suppose‌ he must be​ in the underground​‌ prison.”

“Then⁠​‍ we must see⁠⁠‍ him first.”

They⁠‌⁠ had captured or​⁠⁠ eliminated all suspects,‍‍ but they still‍ didn’t know if​‍​ that was enough.⁠​‌

There‌​ could be additional‌ collaborators or more‌‌ hidden corrupt. They​‌⁠ needed to root‍ them out completely.‍‍

“Ah,‌ wait a second,⁠​‌ senior. I found‌⁠ this myself.”

Aint‌⁠ handed him a bundle of documents.⁠‍

“I⁠ found it in‌‌‌ a secret room‌‍ inside Count Iosif’s‍⁠⁠ office. I thought⁠‌‍ you should see‌ it.”

“I​ see.”

After⁠‌‍ reviewing the content,‌‍ Fernan nodded.

“Do‍ you think it’s⁠​ a misunderstanding?”

“It⁠‍ could be—or not.‍ In any case,​ there was certainly‍⁠ something suspicious.”

They‌‌ departed immediately for​ the capital.

But‌⁠ after several days​ of travel, the​ worst news awaited⁠ them.

“Count⁠​ Iosif is dead.”‌⁠⁠

“…So‍‌ suddenly?”

“During‌ the transfer, they⁠​ were attacked by⁠‍ monsters…”

All‌‌ the corrupt were‌​⁠ dead.

Not⁠​‌ a single witness‍ remained, no one‍‍ who could testify‌ about the other⁠​ culprits.

A monster attack was​‍​ possible, of course.‍⁠ But when transferring​ a criminal of‌ high treason, the​ escort should have‍‍ been reinforced.

“It‌ was bad luck.⁠‍‌ An ogre fell‍⁠​ on him when⁠ it collapsed.”

“I​ see.”

It​‌​ could have been​ sheer bad luck—the‌‌‍ count crushed by‌‍⁠ an ogre, the​‍ others killed in⁠ resistance.

But‍ that not even​⁠ one had survived—that‍‍⁠ was already too‌‍​ suspicious.

Especially​​​ after Fernan insisted⁠‌‌ that at least⁠‌‍ some should be‍‌ captured alive.

After​‍ a moment of‍​ thought, Fernan pulled⁠‍‍ Aint aside.

“Aint,⁠ come with me.‌‌ There’s a place‌‍​ we need to⁠​ go.”

“Shouldn’t‌⁠​ we look for⁠‍ the one responsible?”‍⁠

“That’s​ exactly why we’re⁠​​ going.”

They‍‌​ hurried their steps‌‍ until reaching the‍ Grand Duke’s secondary‍​‍ palace, inside the⁠ royal palace itself.⁠

“Welcome!⁠‍ I was just​ about to go‍ receive you personally.‌​‌ Capturing two demons!​⁠ All of Frazia‍ owes you a great debt!”

The‌​‌ duke greeted them⁠‌ with a smile.​⁠

“Now​ that the vile​‌ corrupt and demons​‍ have been annihilated,‍​‍ peace will finally‍‍ return to the⁠ kingdom…”

“Count‌ Iosif is dead.‌ Did you know?”​

“…I⁠​​ heard.”

The‌⁠ duke clenched his‌ teeth.

“A‌‌ death far too⁠⁠⁠ merciful for a traitor who betrayed​‌ the kingdom and‍‍ humanity. He should’ve‌ been condemned to‌​‌ an existence where‌ he could neither‍‌ live nor die.”​

“Does​ His Majesty know‍‍ as well?”

“Of‌‌‍ course, I’ve already‍ informed him.”

“And​ did you also‍ tell him that‌‍⁠ it was you​ who killed him?”​

In⁠‍​ that instant, the‍‌⁠ duke’s face hardened.‍‌ But it was⁠ only for a second; he quickly⁠‌​ smiled again.

“What​‌ are you suddenly⁠ saying? No matter‍‍ how much of​‌⁠ a hero you⁠​ are, Fernan, that’s‌​ not a good‌ joke.”

“Your‍⁠ Highness, humans are‍ vile creatures. We‍ can only feel‍ at ease when​​ we hold the⁠‌⁠ other’s weakness in⁠⁠‌ our hands.”

Even‍‌‍ among allies, the‍‌ same applies. Preparing‌‍​ for the worst​ is a human‌⁠ instinct.

When​‌ someone tries to‍‌⁠ kill you, you‍⁠‍ also prepare a way to kill⁠‍ them, and if⁠⁠ that’s not possible,​ at least make​​‍ sure both fall‍ together.

That⁠⁠ way, the other⁠⁠ won’t dare provoke‍ you lightly.

Fernan⁠ placed on the‍‌​ table the documents⁠‍ Aint had given‍​ him.

They⁠‍ were Count Iosif’s​ diary, accompanied by‌ records of conversations⁠⁠ he had had‌ with the duke​⁠ himself.

The​‌‍ content, of course,‌ revolved around the‍ corrupt.

The⁠‌ duke let out‌‍⁠ a soft chuckle.‌​‍

“It‍​​ seems there’s a misunderstanding. I already‍‍ told you at⁠ the beginning— to‌⁠‌ catch the tiger,‍‌ you must enter‍​‍ its den.”

The⁠‍⁠ duke didn’t deny‌ that the voice​‌‍ in the recordings​​ was his.

“I⁠⁠ also thought that⁠‌ at first.”

“And‍‍ now you don’t?”‍‌

“That’s‍ right. Because you‌​ killed Count Iosif.”‌​​

“I‍‍‌ didn’t kill him.⁠‌ It was a monster attack—pure bad⁠ luck.”

“And​ the other corrupt?”⁠‍​

“I‍‌‌ was informed they‍⁠‌ resisted too violently.‌‌‌ What would be‌‍ the point in⁠‌⁠ increasing our men’s‌ casualties just to​‌​ capture them alive?”‍⁠

It⁠‌ was a reasonable​⁠ argument.

But⁠ if not only​ the corrupt had‌‌ died, and all‍ the castles had‌‍ burned, and all‌⁠​ the documents had⁠⁠ been lost—was it‍⁠ still just a coincidence?

One‍ might be coincidence,‍‌‌ two maybe as⁠​​ well, but four‍ or five—was that⁠​ really coincidence?

“Doesn’t‌​ it seem strange⁠‌ to you? If‌​ we truly wanted⁠ to eradicate them,‌ we should have⁠⁠‌ preserved any trace,‍⁠ any clue, to‌‌‌ root out the‍​ ones that remained.”​​​

“Precisely‍‌‌ for that reason,⁠ isn’t it logical⁠‍​ to think that‌ they themselves set‌​⁠ everything on fire?”⁠

“Maybe.‍‍ But when too⁠‍ many coincidences pile‌⁠ up, they stop⁠​⁠ being coincidences. It’s‌‌⁠ called causality.”

“I’ll‌​​ make a guess.”⁠

Fernan‍ gently tapped the​​⁠ table with his‍ fingers.

“Let’s⁠ suppose that Your​ Highness didn’t enter⁠⁠⁠ the den to​ hunt the tiger—but​‍ that you yourself​ were the tiger.”⁠‍

A tiger who used‌ other tigers while‌‌‍ it was convenient,​‌ and who, when​ the balance in‍‍‍ the mountain shifted,​‍​ decided to eliminate⁠‌​ the others, taking‍‌⁠ advantage of the‌ opportunity.

“And​‌‍ that you used‍⁠ our hands—mine and​ Aint’s—to eradicate all⁠​​ the corrupt.”

“That‍‍ joke has gone‍ too far.”

“It’s⁠ not a joke.”‍‌​

Fernan‍‌‍ looked at him‌‍ coldly.

“Do‍‌‌ you have proof?”⁠⁠

“I⁠‍ have suspicions, though⁠​‌ not tangible evidence.”​

“Then⁠‍ are you going⁠ to accuse a duke of the⁠‌⁠ realm of being‌​ corrupt without proof?⁠⁠ Are you insane?”‌‌⁠

Color​⁠ returned to the‌​ duke’s face upon‍⁠‍ hearing “without proof,”‍‍ but Fernan didn’t​‌ even blink.

“Precisely‌‍ for that reason—I​‌⁠ don’t need it.”⁠​

“What⁠ did you say?”‌‍

“Your​ Highness, have you​‌​ forgotten who we‍‌ are, those standing‍ before you?”

The​‌‍ sound of Fernan’s⁠⁠⁠ fingers echoed in⁠‍​ the room, setting‌​‌ a steady rhythm.‍⁠

“Aint​‌‌ Armian, enemy of⁠ demons, hero of​​ humanity. If he‌ says you’re corrupt,⁠​ then, Your Highness,‍‍‌ you are.”

No.‍⁠

Not⁠‍‍ even Aint could​ declare someone an​ enemy of humanity⁠ without solid proof.​‍⁠

“And‍​​ I am Fernan‌ Pellenberg, heir to⁠‍​ the richest family‍‍ and with the​⁠‍ most newspapers on⁠‍ the continent.”

But‌‍​ if circumstantial evidence‌‍ existed, and Fernan⁠‍‌ decided to fan‌‌​ the suspicions—what would​⁠⁠ happen?

Even‌‍ more so now,‌ after Fernan had‍ just defeated two​‌ demons and was‍‍ hailed as a hero of Frazia.​⁠

“Are‍‌​ you trying to⁠​‍ manipulate the situation‍⁠ to make me⁠‍ into a corrupt?”​‍⁠

“We’re​ just stating the⁠ truth. There’s nothing‌ to be ashamed​ of.”

“Are‍ you threatening me?”​

“As‍​ I said before,​‌ I believe Your⁠⁠​ Highness allied with​ the corrupt, and​‌​ when the situation‌ became complicated, you‍ wanted to eliminate​‌‍ them using our⁠ hands. Isn’t that⁠⁠ so?”

Fernan’s⁠​​ voice turned icy.⁠⁠‌

The‌ problem was that‌‌ not even he‌‌ understood why.

It‌ made no sense‍ for the duke​ to ally with⁠‍ the corrupt.

“What‌​ was your motive?”⁠⁠​

“……”‌

The‌ duke remained silent.⁠‌

It‌‌‌ was unclear whether‌⁠‍ he had accepted⁠​⁠ his fate or‍ had simply surrendered‍ to reality.

A while passed before‌‍‍ he spoke.

“And‍‍‌ if I weren’t‌‌​ corrupt, what would‌ you do?”

“The⁠ fact that you‌⁠‍ say that is‌ already proof that‌‌⁠ you are.”

“Ridiculous.‌⁠ But the funny​ thing is—for now,‍⁠‌ your ridiculous statement‍⁠⁠ is right.”

The​​⁠ duke smiled bitterly.​

“You⁠ want to know‌‌ why I allied‍ with the corrupt?​‌ It was a long time ago…⁠⁠‌ this kingdom had‍‌‍ two princes.”

Fernan​​‌ and Aint remained‌‌ silent, listening to‍ him.

“Both​‌⁠ were talented. People⁠​ said it was‍​⁠ impossible to decide​‍‌ which one was​⁠‍ better.”

But,‌‍ in the duke’s‍ opinion, the second‌⁠‍ prince was slightly⁠ superior.

“However,‌ the king thought​‌‍ they were equal,⁠‌ so he preferred​ the eldest son⁠ inherit the throne‌⁠‍ to avoid trouble.”‍

That’s​‌‌ where the tragedy​⁠ began.

“The⁠⁠ second never had‌‌ a chance. Just‍ because he was⁠ born three years‍ later.”

Duke⁠‍‍ Harbert Licatus stroked‍ his beard with‍​‌ a bitter smile.‌⁠⁠

“What​ do you think?”⁠

“It‌ must have been‌ frustrating.”

“It‌‍‌ was. I couldn’t⁠‍ accept it. But‌ my father was​‌ a much crueler⁠ man than I imagined.”

“The​‌​ late king of​​​ Frazia killed all⁠​ his rebellious siblings…”‌

“Exactly.​ He didn’t want​ a repeat of‌ that, so he⁠⁠ was willing to‍⁠‌ do anything to​ prevent another dispute.”‍‍⁠

Even‌⁠ eliminate his own‍‍‍ son, if necessary.‌​

“And⁠‌‍ what do you‌‌‍ think I did⁠​‌ when I realized​ his intentions?”

“You⁠‍ gave up your‍ right to the‌⁠⁠ throne to preserve‍⁠‌ at least something.”⁠‍⁠

“Wrong.”‌⁠

The‍‌⁠ duke shook his‌​⁠ head.

“I‌‍ preferred to attempt​⁠⁠ rebellion rather than‌⁠ surrender without a fight.”

But‌​​ one day, the⁠‌ current king visited‍​‌ him.

“He⁠ said, ‘We can’t‍‍​ divide the kingdom​ in two. If‌‍‌ you give me‍⁠ the crown, when‍‌ the time comes,​ you’ll inherit it—not⁠‍ my children.’”

That’s‌ how Harbert gave‌​ up succession.

“My‍‍ father, delighted, rewarded⁠ me generously. I took care of‍ myself, hoping to‌ outlive my brother.”‌

But‌ when the crown​ prince was born​⁠ and crowned, everything​ changed.

“Is​‍ that answer enough‍ for you?”

“Those‌‍‍ who ally with⁠ the corrupt never‍​ end well. Do​ you really believe⁠​ they’ll help fulfill‍⁠​ your ambition?”

“Of⁠ course not. But‍ when you age,‍⁠​ stubbornness grows with‌‌‍ you.”

He‍⁠ smiled bitterly.

“And​⁠ so does greed.‍⁠ Most people seek⁠ honor in death;⁠‍ I, on the​ other hand, want⁠​⁠ power. I want‍ to sit, even‌⁠ for a few‍​ days, on the‌ throne that should’ve‌​ always been mine.”​‍

His‍​ eyes turned bloodshot.⁠​

“That‌‌‌ throne is mine!⁠‌ I can’t leave‍ it in the​ hands of that​‌‍ wasteful fool!”

Fernan‌⁠ understood.

He⁠ knew that Frazia’s‌‌​ crown prince was‌‌ inept, a man⁠‌ of parties and‌‌​ banquets—even while the⁠‌‍ king lay dying.‍

A weak ruler surrounded‍ by flatterers.

And‍ Fernan thought the‍‌​ same—that he would⁠​⁠ be easier to‌‍‌ control.

“So‍‍⁠ you allied with⁠ the corrupt and‌ poisoned the king⁠​​ with magic. And​⁠​ when we arrived,​ your plan was⁠ already underway.”

“Exactly.‌​ Ninety percent ambition,‌​ ten percent fear‌‌​ of seeing Frazia​ fall under an​ incompetent.”

“At‌⁠‍ least you’re honest.”‌​

“Why‌ lie now?”

The⁠ king was already‍⁠⁠ at death’s door.⁠ The duke had⁠ no reason to‌‌ continue allying with⁠⁠ the corrupt.

That’s⁠‍ why he used⁠‍​ Aint to eliminate‌ all his accomplices.⁠‍⁠

“I‍ almost succeeded if​‌​ I’d known you‌ were so twisted,‌ I would’ve been‍ more careful.”

Remorse‌‍ echoed in his‍⁠​ voice.

“Do‌⁠‌ as you wish.”​⁠​

“You⁠​ don’t intend to‌⁠‌ resist?”

“Resist?‌ How could I face someone who​‍ killed two demons?”⁠

With‍​ serene resignation, he‌‌ lowered his gaze.‌

“I⁠ suppose execution awaits⁠ me.”

“No,⁠‌ not exactly.”

Fernan​ pulled something from⁠⁠‍ his coat—a blank​ sheet.

“I​​ believe people don’t​​ change easily. That’s‍ why I don’t‍⁠​ trust them. But​ I always trust‍ contracts.”

“What​‌​ the hell are‍‍ you doing?”

“I’m⁠‌​ interested in who⁠⁠ the next king⁠ of Frazia will‍‌​ be.”

Frazia‍ bordered directly with‌ the Empire, the⁠​⁠ country closest to​ Pellenberg.

“Humans⁠‍‌ are fickle. Today‌​ they’ll thank you,‍ and tomorrow they’ll‌ stab you. Even‌⁠‍ the crown prince‍​‌ will be no‌ different.”

One‌‌⁠ day, he would‍‍ thank him for⁠⁠ his help, and‍‍ the next, he‍ would see Pellenberg⁠‍ as a threat.‍

“So‍​​ I prefer the⁠ throne to go‌‍ to someone with​‍‍ a clear weakness.‌ It’s more beneficial‌ for my family.”​

“Well,​‍⁠ aren’t you just‌‍ pure opportunism.”

“In⁠ this world, there’s​ no profit without‌‍ a price.”

The‍⁠‌ duke let out​‌​ a dry laugh.​‍‍

“Aren’t⁠‍ there seventy-two demons?‌ Perhaps you are‌‌⁠ the seventy-third.”

“Then​⁠​ Your Highness would⁠⁠ be a corrupt.”⁠

Fernan‌‍‌ smiled.

Because​ he would sign‌‍‌ a contract with‌​ that demon.

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