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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 274

Chapter 274

After​⁠ establishing a stable​​⁠ relationship with Duke‍​ Harbert, the eradication​ of the corrupt​⁠⁠ proceeded without major‌ difficulties.

“But‍​ will His Highness​​​ really be able‍ to sit on‍ the throne?”

“What⁠‍⁠ a silly question.‌‌‌ How long do​‍ you think I’ve‍ waited and prepared​‍‍ for this moment?”‌⁠

He​‍ wasn’t a corrupt,⁠‍⁠ but he had‍‌​ been recruited by⁠⁠‌ Dantalion to lead⁠‌⁠ the corrupt in‌‍‍ Frazia. That’s why‌​​ he knew every⁠‌‍ detail of their⁠‍‌ internal structure.

“And​ what will happen​‍‌ to the crown‌ prince?”

“He’ll‌ live without lacking‌‍‌ anything. I’m not‌‍​ as cruel as⁠‌‌ my father; I couldn’t be ruthless⁠​‌ even with my​​ own blood.”

“With⁠ respect, that doesn’t‌ sound like something​ someone who tried‌ to sell his​‌ country to the⁠‌ corrupt should say.”‍‌⁠

“Let​‍ everyone die or‍⁠ let a few​ survive by joining⁠‌ them. I merely⁠‌‌ made a rational‌​ choice.”

Even⁠‌⁠ so, the negotiations‍‌ took time. There⁠⁠⁠ were many details⁠‍‌ to adjust with⁠‌​ Duke Harbert.

“Then,‌ I’ll proceed under‌‌ the assumption that⁠​​ His Highness has‍ already ascended the‍‌‌ throne.”

“How‌ much do you⁠​‌ plan to squeeze‌‌ out of me​ with all that⁠ formality?”

“Don’t⁠‌ worry. Pellenberg has⁠ always believed in‍ mutual benefit.”

“You⁠ say that because⁠​‍ you’re afraid if​​⁠ Frazia falls, there⁠‌‍ will be nothing⁠ left to squeeze.”⁠​

“Ah,‌ and there’s one‌⁠ more thing I must ask—or rather,‌‌‌ notify you about.”‌​

***⁠

On​​​ the ship taking‌​ them back to​​ the Academy, after​​‌ all matters in‍⁠ Frazia had concluded,⁠​ Fernan stepped out‌ onto the deck‌‍‌ to feel the​​ breeze. The sun‌⁠ was warm, and​​ the sea, calm.​​‌

【The‍​​ 60th demon, Vapula.‍‍‍ The 58th demon,‍‍​ Amy. Defeated by‌ the hands of‍⁠‍ Fernan Pellenberg and​⁠ Luina Bercheff.】

【The‍⁠ sword of Pellenberg,​‍⁠ Armond Merschdorf, faces‍ and defeats the‍‌⁠ demons.】

【The‍ Kingdom of Frazia​⁠⁠ officially joins the‍‍‌ Alliance!】

“We’re‍‍‍ screwed.”

The‍⁠⁠ newspaper was filled​ with demon-related headlines.⁠

Until⁠ now, directly or⁠​​ indirectly, Fernan had⁠⁠ always acted alongside⁠‌⁠ Aint.

Thanks⁠‌‍ to that, he‌ could minimize his​‌⁠ own achievements and‍‌​ highlight Aint’s in​‍ the reports.

But‍ this time was​​​ different. Aint hadn’t‍ been present at‍⁠‍ all, and there‌ were no excuses‌⁠ to cover it⁠‌⁠ up.

He​‍⁠ had tried to‌‍ divert attention to​‍ Armond Merschdorf, giving‌⁠ him most of⁠‌ the credit, but⁠‍‍ not even a Pellenberg could fully‌​​ control the press.‍

Much⁠‍⁠ less when journalists​​‍ published those praises‍⁠⁠ of their own​⁠ accord, with the‌ “good intention” of‌ flattering him.

‘A​‍ loyalty I never‌‍‌ asked for—what a problem.’

Numerous‍ vassal houses of‍⁠​ Pellenberg competed to‌‍‌ publish articles exalting​‌​ his name.

Fernan​⁠‍ tried to correct​‍⁠ the publications, but‌​ what had already‍⁠‌ reached the public‍​‍ couldn’t be erased.⁠

Especially⁠ because people always‌​⁠ got more excited⁠‍ about a “new‌‍ sacred hero” than⁠‍‌ a veteran like‌ Armond.

And‌‌ that was something‍ even Fernan couldn’t‌ reverse.

“But​ is it really‌⁠ a problem? I don’t get it.​ Why hide your‌‍‍ merits?”

Asked‌ Luina, chewing on‍‍‌ a piece of​‍​ chocolate.

“I⁠ already told you.‍‌ I’m a merchant.‍‌ As a mage,‍​‍ fame is useless‍‍⁠ to me.”

“And​‍‌ why not? You​‍‌ could use your​​‌ name to facilitate‌⁠‍ deals or influence‍⁠​ the market.”

“That‌‍ works for mercenaries‍​⁠ or a magic​ corps, but not​​ for a merchant.​ Especially not one​⁠​ from Pellenberg.”

The‍​‍ Pellenberg guild was‍‌ already the largest⁠ on the continent.‍‌⁠ They didn’t need‍‌​ to rely on‍‌ such strategies.

“The‌⁠ blade is sharper‍‌⁠ when it’s hidden.‌ Even though Pellenberg‌​​ is powerful, it’s‌‍​ never free from‍‍‍ scrutiny. That’s why​ I’ve always preferred‌⁠ to stay in​‍​ the shadows.”

“And‍ how many times‍⁠‌ has the case‌ you feared actually‌ happened?”

“Except⁠​⁠ for the corrupt⁠⁠ and demons, not​‍⁠ even once.”

“……”⁠​​

No⁠ one dared touch⁠⁠ the heir of‌⁠ Pellenberg.

Even‍​ if an elector⁠‌⁠ did, it would⁠‍ be a declaration​‌ of open war.​⁠⁠

“But‌‌​ thanks to that,⁠⁠​ the purge of​‍‌ the corrupt was⁠‍‍ very efficient. In‌‌‍ the end, my​‌‍ method was correct.”⁠

“Can’t‍‍‍ argue with that…”‍⁠‌

It​⁠ was hard to​‍ contradict him.

“Anyway,‌⁠ things have changed.‌‍ So I’ll change‍‍ my approach too.”​‍

“You’re‍​ going to act​‌ openly now?”

“Yes.‍ There’s one way‌⁠‌ to act when‌ you hide, and​‌‍ another when you‌ decide to show‍‍ yourself.”

When‌​ you hide, do‌⁠ it thoroughly; but‌ when you reveal⁠ yourself, do it‌​ completely.

So⁠‌ no one dares‌‍ challenge you.

Pellenberg‍‌ had built an‍‍​ economic colossus that‍‍ commanded respect.

A thousand years ago,‌⁠‍ they had been⁠ accused of gaining​⁠​ wealth through deals‍‌ with demons.

But‍‍‍ today, no one‍‌​ would dare call‌‍‌ them upstarts.

Now‍ everyone bowed before​ them.

“I‍​ suppose I should‌ become an Archmage.”‍‍

Though​‌ he had hidden‍ part of his​​ talent, Fernan had‌ never considered himself​⁠​ an exceptional mage.⁠‌

He‌‍ had a large‌ mana reserve, yes,‌ but anyone could‍‍‍ obtain that with‍ enough elixirs.

He​ had reached a notable level, but​​ anyone could too​‍ with money, good⁠‍‍ teachers, and a bit of talent.‌​

If​⁠ Carlo Deneb received⁠​ the same support‌ as he had—‍‍‌

Or⁠‍ Daisy Harne, Jin‌‌ Brad, Neria Hapman,​⁠ or Peter Luman.​‍​

Any​ of them could​​ rise and surpass⁠ him.

“That‍‌‌ doesn’t make sense.⁠‍ Even if you‍‌⁠ have many elixirs,​ assimilating them depends‌⁠ on personal talent.⁠​‍ Same with learning—you‍⁠ can have the‌‍‌ best teacher, but​ mastering the teachings⁠‌ takes individual skill.”‌

“I‍‍‍ know.”

Fernan​ nodded.

He⁠ understood too, but‍‌‌ had never thought⁠ much about it.⁠‌‌

The⁠​ reason was simple.⁠

“I’m‍‌​ a merchant. For‍​​ me, that was⁠‌ never the most‍ important thing.”

“…I‍​ knew you’d say‌ that.”

“Anyway,‌​‌ back to the​⁠ main topic—when fighting‍​‍ those demons, I confirmed it with‍ absolute clarity. I’m‍‍⁠ quite strong.”

No,​‍​ not just strong.⁠‍‍

He​⁠ realized he already‍ had the power⁠⁠ necessary to aim‍​ for the title⁠‍‍ of Archmage.

Maybe‌ it was thanks‍⁠ to the dragon‌‍​ heart. Whatever the​‌​ reason, the result​⁠‍ was what mattered.‌​⁠

“And​⁠⁠ above all, I don’t like seeing​⁠ Schwaben strutting around.”​‍

Because‍ that interfered with‌‌⁠ his plan to⁠‌ crown Aint as⁠‍ emperor.

“One‌⁠‍ problem covers another​‍ problem.”

Fernan‍‍ placed the day’s‌‌ newspaper over the‌⁠ previous one—the one‍​‌ that spoke of‍‍ the princes defeating‌ the demon Amducias.​‍

“A​​‌ headline saying that‍​ three students who‍‍ haven’t even graduated‌ from the Academy‌ will challenge the‍ Sacred Beasts Tournament⁠⁠‍ and the Dragon⁠⁠​ God Tournament…”

And‌ that one of‌⁠‌ them, Aint Armian,​⁠ would be recognized‌‍ as a hero.‍​​

“That‌⁠ would be enough‌​‍ to completely overshadow⁠⁠⁠ the princes’ accomplishments.⁠ Just like defeating⁠ two demons.”

“I‍​‍ see. Want some?”‍‌⁠

Luina‍ offered him a piece of chocolate,‌ unwrapping another for​​‌ herself.

“No,‍ I’m not big‍‍ on sweets. Ah,‌ try this one.⁠‌​ It’s a new⁠⁠ product.”

Fernan⁠‍‌ opened a different‍‌⁠ bar and brought​‌⁠ it directly to⁠‍⁠ Luina’s lips.

“Is‌ it from Frazia?”​‌‍

“Yes.‌ It’s a typical​​⁠ product from the‌‍‍ Kalum territory. We‌ signed a licensing‍‌ contract and recently‌‌ began large-scale production.”‍

“It​‌​ tastes just like‌‍ it did back‍ then. It’s delicious.”​⁠

Luina⁠ smiled in satisfaction.‍‌ Perfect. If it​ tasted the same⁠ in mass production,​​ the business would⁠ be a success.​‌⁠

“When​‌ you win the​‌⁠ Sacred Beasts Tournament,‍⁠ I’ll make you‌‍​ a giant chocolate⁠⁠​ statue.”

“…A‍⁠‌ chocolate statue?”

“But‌ in exchange—”

Fernan‌‍ continued.

“If​⁠‌ I win the‍ Dragon God Tournament‌​​ and become an‍‌ Archmage, we’ll go‌‍ on a cruise‌⁠ trip together. What​⁠ do you think?”‌​

“……”⁠‌

Luina‌​​ stared at him.​‌ The silence grew‌ so heavy that⁠ a second felt​⁠‍ like an hour.‌​⁠

“Alright,‍⁠⁠ but only if​‍ we both become‌‌⁠ Archmage and Royal‌‌ Knight.”

“Understood.”‌‍

“Then,‌ if you become⁠‌ an Archmage, I want a large​⁠‍ gold statue.”

“Shouldn’t⁠ it be the​‌ other way around?”‌​

“I’ll⁠⁠​ give you a discount.”

“I’ll⁠ make you a hundred.”

Luina​ let out a giggle, as if​​ she had anticipated‍‌ it.

“Any⁠ particular shape?”

“I’d‍⁠⁠ prefer it to⁠ be in the⁠‌ shape—”

“Any⁠ particular shape?”

“I’d‍​‌ prefer it to​ be in the‍​ shape of the‍​‌ demon you defeat.‌ While we’re at⁠‌‌ it, we could‍​‌ make a series.‍‌ Something like The‍‌ Demons Defeated by⁠‍​ Royal Knight Luina⁠ Bercheff.”

“…I’ll‍⁠ look forward to​⁠ that trip, then.”​

Luina⁠‍‍ was the first⁠‍ to rise from⁠‌‍ her seat.

“…Perfect.”⁠‍

A crooked smile appeared‍​ on Fernan’s lips.‍​

Both⁠‍‍ his and Luina’s‍ victories would ultimately⁠‌ benefit him.

That​ was, without a doubt, the perfect‌ transaction for a true merchant.

“You‍⁠‌ could’ve just asked‍‍ her out like​⁠​ a normal person,‌‍⁠ you know.”

“Shut‌‌​ up, Hyde.”

“Yes,‌ yes. The insignificant‍ servant will be‍‌ quiet.”

“Tell‌ me how the‍‌ situation in the⁠ north is going‍‌ instead.”

“There‌‍ haven’t been any​⁠‍ significant developments yet.”‌‍​

His‌ father was being‌​⁠ cautious. He had⁠​ sent a large⁠​ number of Black‌‍ Turtles to the‍ Northern Kingdom, so​​⁠ by now they‌ should have uncovered‍‌ the truth, and​ yet no action​ had been taken.⁠‌‌

‘Or‍ perhaps they haven’t‌​‍ been able to⁠​‌ uncover it…’

Even⁠‌ if the Black⁠ Turtles were the‌‍ best intelligence network⁠​⁠ on the continent,​​ their enemy was⁠⁠ the demons. No‌‍​ one could predict‌‍‍ what kind of‌​ tricks they might​​ use.

‘Then​‍​ why are the⁠​⁠ corrupt attacking the​⁠‍ Golden Turtle?’

There⁠‌ was no country​ where the Golden‌⁠ Turtle guild didn’t​ operate. Over the‍ years, it had‌​ become an essential‍ part of each‍ kingdom’s economy.

Trying⁠⁠‌ to uproot it‍ by force would‌‍‍ inevitably cause conflict.⁠​

And​⁠‍ if they still‍‍​ took the risk,​‍ Fernan saw only​‍⁠ two possible reasons.⁠

“Because​⁠ they hate me⁠⁠ so much they’d‍⁠‌ rather destroy themselves‍‌ just to hurt​⁠ Pellenberg…”

From‌​ the kingdoms’ point‍​ of view, it​‌‌ would be like⁠⁠ hurting themselves, but​⁠​ for the demons⁠ and the corrupt,‌‍‍ it wasn’t their‍‌⁠ own flesh they⁠‌‍ were sacrificing.

“…Or​ because they discovered​‌ that the Golden‌‌‌ Turtle is the​‍ source of Pellenberg’s​‌ information network.”

In⁠ truth, that was‌ something everyone already‌​‍ knew.

Even​⁠‍ so, no one‍ could get rid⁠⁠ of the Golden‍ Turtle because, as‍‌​ mentioned, it was​⁠ too deeply rooted‌‍ in each nation’s‍‌ economy.

“That’s‍‌‌ why my father​⁠ prefers to just⁠​ observe for now.”‍

A hasty move would‍​ only give the⁠ perfect excuse to​⁠​ those waiting for⁠⁠ a chance to​⁠ expel them.

If‍⁠ the Northern kingdoms⁠​⁠ were truly infested‌ with demons, they‌‌ would eventually have⁠ to retreat.

But‍⁠ until then, they⁠⁠ had to use​​ every day to⁠​ extract all the‌‍​ information and profits‌‌ possible.

‘My‌‍ father will handle‌ it. I don’t​‍⁠ need to worry‌​ about that now.’​​

For‍ the moment, the‌⁠ best thing would​​ be to focus⁠⁠ on stabilizing the⁠⁠‍ Academy until the‍​ next prophecy appeared.⁠‌⁠

In‌ the distance, the​​‍ silhouette of the‌⁠ Academy was visible‌‌ on the horizon.​‍‍

***​‍

“Why‌‌‌ do happy moments⁠ pass by so⁠ quickly, like they’re⁠⁠ just a second‍ long?”

Gismond‍ muttered with melancholy.‌​‌

It‌‍ had been two‌‍ days since they‌ returned to the‍ Academy after concluding‌ matters in Frazia.​⁠‍

For‌ him, those two⁠‍ days had been​‌‌ like a true​ dream.

“You‍​ can all rest.‌​⁠ The headmistress granted⁠‍ two days of‌‍ rest.”

The⁠‍ students who had⁠ returned after hunting⁠ demons were celebrating​‍⁠ their well-deserved official⁠​ break, promised by⁠⁠‍ the headmistress.

While‌⁠ the other professors,‌​‌ students, and assistants‌‍⁠ resumed teaching, studying,‌ and being exploited,​ he was enjoying‍ a day off.​

And‌ is there any⁠​ rest more pleasant⁠‍ than resting while​​‌ everyone else works?‌‍

The⁠​‍ problem was that‌‍ two days were‍‌​ far too little‌​ to enjoy it⁠ properly.

“If⁠ only tomorrow never‌‍‌ came!”

Or⁠ better yet, if​‍ only he could‍⁠ keep accompanying Fernan‍ on another mission⁠​ far from here!​

Something‍​‍ unthinkable for the⁠ old Gismond, but‌ now it was​‍ different. He was​ an assistant.

A creature destined to‍ be squeezed for​​​ research, even sacrificing‍​ hours of sleep.‍‌‍

Professor​ Adolf wasn’t one‍ to research much,⁠ but since Fernan⁠​​ had asked him​‍ to supervise Gismond,‍ he’d been working‍ him to the‌ bone.

It​ was an indescribable‍ hell.

“Do​ I really have‍​ to return to​​⁠ that hell tomorrow…?”​⁠

On⁠‌​ Earth, he had⁠‌​ already escaped professors⁠ who insisted he‌⁠ pursue grad school.‍‍‍

‘And​⁠​ now I can’t​​ escape here either?’​‍‌

A useless dream. No‍​​ one knew better‍ than he did‌ that escaping Fernan’s​​‌ watch was impossible.⁠‌‌

He‌​‍ sighed while watching​​ the sun slowly‍⁠ set.

Then⁠‌⁠ his eyes landed‍⁠ on an invitation⁠​ on the table.​

It‍⁠​ was an invitation⁠ to the banquet.‌

An‍⁠ event personally organized‍⁠ by the headmistress⁠ to celebrate Aint‌⁠⁠ and Fernan, the⁠‌ slayers of two⁠⁠ demons.

“Yes,‍​‍ I’ll go to⁠‍‍ the banquet. I’ll​ burn my last⁠‍ night of freedom!‌ Who knows? Maybe⁠‍ I’ll get a girlfriend!”

Gismond,‍⁠ a fan of‍⁠ fantasy banquets, already​ had a fancy‌ outfit prepared.

“I⁠ was mentioned in‍​‌ the newspaper, at‍​‌ least once. I must have some​‍⁠ popularity, right?”

He‌‍ looked at himself​​‍ in the mirror.​‌‍

“My‌⁠​ face isn’t bad⁠‍ at all…”

He‍‌‌ wasn’t as handsome‍⁠ as Fernan, Aint,​ Verian, or the​⁠⁠ elf Professor Adolf,​ but he wasn’t‌​ ugly either.

He‌‌‌ could be considered​‍‍ good-looking.

Gismond‍‌ left his dorm‍⁠ room with determination.‌

“…Ah,‌ damn it.”

And‍ immediately let out‍‌ a curse.

In‍⁠ the distance, he​ saw the red-haired‍ boy and the​ orange-haired elf walking⁠ arm in arm‌‍ toward the banquet⁠​‌ hall.

“…Damn⁠‍ couples, drop dead.”⁠

And​ gritting his teeth,​‍ he swore:

“Tonight,‍ I’m getting a girlfriend too!”

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