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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 278

Chapter 278

Human‌‌ beings think most‍​ clearly when presented‌​​ with an opportunity⁠⁠ to make money.‌​

Although‌‌⁠ Fernan had descended‍​‍ beneath the stadium‌‍ floor guided by‌‌ the Dragon’s Eye‌‍‍ almost instinctively, the‌ conclusion that followed‌ was the result⁠‌‍ of meticulous calculation.​

‘Perfect.‌‌​ With this, I’ll​​ be able to‌‍‍ sell them the‌‍ White Dragon statue.’‌‍​

It‌‍⁠ was true that‍ giving away all‌ the other documents​ and research materials‌‍​ was painful, but⁠ sometimes one must​‌⁠ sacrifice the small‍‌‍ for the sake​‌​ of the greater.​⁠

Besides,‌⁠ he had already‍‌⁠ made copies of​‌‍ everything.

‘I‌​​ need to go‌ back to that⁠⁠​ dungeon. I have‌‍‍ to document the‍⁠‍ place, but omit⁠‍ everything related to‍‌⁠ the Dragon Heart.’⁠

Perhaps​ he could even⁠ edit the parts‍‍ of the record‌‍ where the heart⁠⁠⁠ was mentioned.

“Young‌⁠​ Master Fernan, congratulations!”​‌⁠

“How​‍ did you do‌⁠ it?!”

“Young⁠‌ Master Fernan, could‍⁠ it be that⁠ earlier…!”

No​‌ sooner had he‍ left the audience​​‍ with the Pope‌‌‌ than the cardinals‍⁠‌ surrounded him with​ enthusiasm, blocking his‍ path.

It​ seemed they wouldn’t‌⁠⁠ let him go⁠‍‍ so easily.

“I’ve⁠‌‍ already told His⁠‌ Holiness everything.”

“I​ see!”

“Your‍‌​ Holiness!”

Leaving‌⁠ the cardinals behind,⁠‍ he came across⁠⁠​ a familiar face.‌‍

“Congratulations,​​⁠ brother.”

“Jace.”⁠​

“I‍ never imagined you⁠‌ were capable of⁠‌​ something like that.”‌‍‌

“You⁠‌ already said that⁠ earlier.”

“Before,​ I thought you​ had simply reached‍‌ the level of​‍​ Archmage—but you’ve gone⁠‍ far beyond that,​⁠ haven’t you?”

Fernan​⁠ didn’t reply.

‘Well,‍ maybe he’s right.’‌

The‍⁠ Dragon’s Eye, the​ dragon’s senses, the​ second mana heart—the⁠⁠​ Dragon Heart—and the⁠ overwhelming magic he​ could unleash thanks‍ to them.

Fernan‌‍ couldn’t deny his‌​ words were accurate.‌‌‌

He‍ had won partly‍⁠‍ thanks to his​‌⁠ ability to see​​⁠ through illusions and‌‍ the trick of‌‌‍ burrowing beneath the‌‍ arena, but even⁠⁠ without those, the‌​‌ outcome wouldn’t have​ changed.

“Seeing⁠‍ you, I realized‌‍⁠ I’ve been too⁠​​ complacent.”

“Complacent?”​

“Everyone⁠ around me called⁠⁠ me a genius.​ They said the‌‍⁠ only mages stronger⁠ than me were‌ much older.”

He​‍ always heard the‍ same: that he‍⁠‌ was destined to‌‌ become Pope.

“So‍‍ I thought it​‍ was enough to‍⁠‍ let time take⁠‍ its course. That⁠‍ I could move​ forward slowly, enjoy​‍ the journey, and‍​‍ still surpass everyone.”​‌

He​ smiled bitterly.

“But​​ seeing you today,​ I realized how‍‌ foolish I’ve been.‍‍ With demons moving‌​ across the world,‍ there’s no room​ for complacency.”

Fernan⁠‌⁠ raised an eyebrow.‍

“And​‍​ what do you‌‌ plan to do?‍ Ask His Holiness‌ for special training?”⁠

“That⁠​ wouldn’t be a bad idea, but…”​​

He⁠‍⁠ lowered his voice.‍⁠

“I’m⁠‍ telling this only‌​ to you.”

“What‍ is it?”

“A⁠​​ while ago, I found an old‌⁠ map in the​ library. It’s believed⁠⁠ to have been​‍‍ left by the⁠⁠ first Pope.”

“The​⁠⁠ first Pope?”

The​‍‍ name immediately caught⁠ Fernan’s attention. He‍‌ had always been‍​ curious about that⁠‌​ mysterious man.

“Yes.⁠​ It contains a prophecy: ‘When demons‍ descend and the⁠​‍ world is shrouded‍⁠ in darkness, the⁠‍‌ saint of the‌‍ era must seek‍‌ the White Dragon‌‍ and aid the‍⁠ hero.’”

“So​​ it’s now.”

“Yes,‍ now.”

“And‌‌​ you plan to‌ find it?”

“Yes.”⁠

Jace‌‌⁠ nodded firmly.

‘Did​‍ he foresee all​ of this and​‍‌ leave such precise​‍​ instructions?’

Fernan​ let out a short, incredulous laugh.⁠ But, whatever the‌‍‌ truth, he was​‍‌ glad.

‘I‍ still don’t know‌​‍ why Jace, being​​ who he is,⁠‌‌ hasn’t played a larger role in‍⁠‌ the prophecies…’

It​‍ didn’t matter.

In​ a future full⁠⁠ of demons, the​⁠ more powerful allies,‌‍⁠ the better.

If​ Saint Jace became‍‌ an Archmage, he’d‍‌‍ be a great‍‍ ally.

“If​⁠⁠ you need help,⁠ I can lend‌‍ a hand.”

“For⁠⁠​ a price, right?”‍‍​

Jace⁠‍ smirked.

“I⁠ appreciate the offer,​ but I’ve already⁠⁠‍ deciphered all the‍ codes on the‍ map and know​​ the location. I can’t pinpoint it‍ exactly, but I’ll⁠⁠ track down the‌⁠‍ area.”

“I‌‌ see.”

“I‍ plan to inform​ His Holiness and‍‌ depart.”

“I​​ wish you luck.”‌

“Thanks.”​⁠​

“But⁠⁠ tell me—it’s not‌​​ in the northern‌ kingdoms, is it?”​⁠​

Fernan‍‍⁠ frowned.

The‌​ northern kingdoms were​ infested with demons​⁠ and the corrupt;⁠‍​ it would be‍ dangerous for Jace‌ to venture there.​‍⁠

If⁠⁠ that were the‍⁠⁠ case, he’d have‌​⁠ to help him—even‍​ by force.

“No.‌‍ It’s in Esrin.”‍​

“That’s‍⁠‍ a relief. Esrin…‍ Esr—…”

A flash ran through‌ Fernan’s mind.

‘The⁠⁠ place where I obtained the Dragon⁠‌ Heart…’

Could‌⁠ it be…?

“Well​‌ then, I’ll be​‌ off. Congratulations on⁠ becoming an Archmage.”⁠

Jace⁠‍ left, leaving Fernan‍ motionless, lost in​‌ thought.

“…I​​ need to go‌ back.”

To⁠ the dungeon.

And⁠‍‌ as soon as‍‍​ possible.

***‍

“……”‌⁠​

From​ the top of‌‌ the podium, Luina‍‍​ watched Fernan ascend​‌ the steps with⁠‌⁠ a racing heart.‌‌‍

‘Fernan‍‌​ won.’

He⁠‌​ had won. He​⁠⁠ had become an⁠​ Archmage.

Then.‌

“‘When⁠​‍ I become an⁠​‍ Archmage, how about‍ we go on⁠​ a cruise together?’”‌‌

A cruise trip. With​‌ Fernan.

They‌‍‍ wouldn’t be alone—their‌​⁠ positions wouldn’t allow‌‌‍ it—but even so…​‍‌

‘No,​ wait.’

Luina’s‍​‌ heart tightened.

She​‍​ remembered what she​ had said afterward,‌ almost thoughtlessly.

“Only​⁠ when we are‍‍⁠ both Archmage and​​ Royal Knight, will​‌‍ we go together.”‍​‌

She⁠‌⁠ hadn’t made it.‍⁠‍

‘Will‌⁠‍ I ever be​ able to?’

She‌ mentally replayed the‌‍ fight between Fernan⁠ and the other‍ Archmage.

The‍ battles of mages⁠​ and knights were⁠‍ different, but when​​‍ one reached the​ peak, the difference‌‌​ blurred.

And‍ in that duel,​​⁠ she had only‌​ seen overwhelming superiority.‌‍

Fernan,‌‍ who had just​ earned the right‍ to participate in‍⁠⁠ the Dragon God⁠ Tournament, had completely⁠⁠ defeated a great​‍‍ mage with decades⁠​‍ of experience.

Though‍ she had suspected⁠⁠ it, seeing it‌‌ with her own⁠‍‌ eyes was different.‌‍

‘It‍ was Fernan who‍‍ had the most​​‌ merit in defeating⁠‍​ the two demons.’​​

He⁠‌ said they had‍‌ been incompletely summoned,⁠​ but that didn’t⁠​​ change their nature.‍​‌

Could‌​​ any other Archmage⁠‌‌ have defeated two‍ demons so easily?⁠‌

Luina‍ doubted it.

“…I‌⁠‌ declare the appearance⁠‌ of a new‌‌​ Archmage.”

The⁠ Pope’s announcement filled‌‍⁠ the stadium with​‌ cheers and applause.⁠⁠

With​ that, Walter Hanfmann‍⁠ was officially stripped‍‌​ of his Archmage⁠‌‌ title, and Fernan⁠ Pellenberg became one.​

The‌‍​ Pellenberg House now​‍⁠ counted three superhumans‍‍ among its ranks.⁠‍

The​ next day, newspapers⁠‍‍ across the continent‌​⁠ would announce the‍ birth of a new Archmage, and‍ Fernan would officially​ rise to a level beyond the‍​​ rest.

After‍​‌ the event, attendees‌​ returned to their‌​ lodgings to pack.​‍‍ Luina was the⁠ first to finish⁠⁠‍ and head down⁠‍ to the first​ floor.

She​ hadn’t brought many⁠​ things, so she‌ didn’t have much⁠ to pack.

That’s‌ when Fernan burst‍⁠ through the door.‌

“Fernan?‌‌‌ Why are you‍‌ back so soon?”⁠​

Normally,‍ when a new​‍​ Archmage or Royal‍⁠ Knight was born,‌‌​ they would stay‍‌‍ to mingle with⁠ the distinguished guests.⁠‍

And‍⁠‍ in Fernan’s case,‍ even more so—for​ someone who saw⁠​‌ everything in terms​​ of business and​​ money, the Archmage​​‌ title must seem‌‍ like pure gold.‌‍

“There’s‌‌ no need to‌‌​ waste time with‍‌​ them. In the​⁠ end, I’ll have‍‍ the advantage.”

“But…​‌ why do you‌⁠‍ seem in such⁠‌ a hurry?”

“I‌​‌ have to go​ somewhere.”

“Somewhere?”‍‌⁠

Fernan,⁠ already hurrying up‌‌​ the stairs, stopped‍​ and looked at‍‌‌ her.

“What‍ is it?”

“Luina,​ do you have‍ any plans after‍‍​ this?”

“No,‌⁠‌ none.”

“Then​ come with me.”‍

“To‍‍‍ where?”

“To​ Esrin.”

“To‌ Esrin? Why so‌ suddenly…?”

“Are​⁠ you coming or‍ not?”

“I‍‍ will, as long‌⁠ as you take​‌ care of the⁠⁠ Academy affairs.”

“Deal.”‌​‌

Luina‍ nodded without thinking​ too much, while‍‍ Fernan smiled, satisfied.‌​‍

‘I’ll​​ bring her just‍‍‍ in case.’

If⁠⁠ not even as‌‍‌ an Archmage he‍ could break that‌‌ adamantium, at least‌‌ he could ask‌⁠‍ Luina for help.​

Her‌‍ swordsmanship had reached‍‍‍ the pinnacle, and​‌​ the destructive power⁠ of her compressed⁠ aura surpassed any⁠​⁠ of his spells.‌​​

And⁠ if not even⁠‌ Luina could do​‌ it—

‘Then⁠⁠‌ I’ll bring the‌‌⁠ entire dungeon down.’⁠

He’d​ regret it for​⁠ Jace, but there‌ was no other‌ choice.

“There’s‌ no time to⁠​ waste. Let’s go‍​‌ now.”

Fernan‍⁠ quickly grabbed a few things from‌⁠ the lodging and‍‍‌ pulled Luina by​ the wrist.

As​ soon as the​‌ two disappeared, Hyde‌​ found a note‌​​ on the table.⁠‍

“…What’s​‌‍ this?”

[I’m​ stepping out for⁠ a bit. Going​‍ with Luina.]

“…Young‍ master, please!”

There​‍‌ was no point​ in talking about‍ escorts anymore; Fernan‌ was now an​​ Archmage.

Still,‍⁠ how could he​‌ leave without even​ a clear address?‌​

Frustrated,​ Hyde tore the‌ paper.

“What’s​ going on? Did⁠​​ the young master​‌​ and Miss Luina‌⁠‍ elope?”

“Verian,​‍​ shall we go‍‍ after them?”

“We⁠‌⁠ have to return​ to the Academy.”​​‍

“Damn​ couples, may they‍‍‌ all drop dead…!”⁠‌

Though‍⁠ everyone had already‍​ read it, Gismond’s‍ comment hung in‍​ the air.

***⁠

It⁠ didn’t take long​⁠‌ to reach Esrin;⁠‌ at some point,‍‍‍ Fernan had already​⁠​ prepared a direct​⁠‌ teleportation circle.

“What​ are we doing‌⁠ in Esrin?”

“You’ll​​‌ know when you​⁠⁠ see it.”

Without‌‍ further explanation, Fernan‌ advanced quickly until⁠ he stopped at⁠‌ the edge of⁠ a cliff.

At⁠‍ the entrance of⁠‍⁠ a deep cave,​ a white dragon’s​⁠​ carved mouth appeared⁠​ before them.

“…What‌ is this?”

“It’s‌‌‍ believed to be​​ a dungeon left⁠‍‍ behind by the‌ first Pope.”

“A‍ dungeon of the​ first Pope…?”

Fernan​ poured holy water⁠ into the stone‌‍ mouth. When the‌‌ hundredth vial fell,​ a rumble shook‍​ the place and‌⁠ the door opened.​⁠

“Definitely‍‍​ a money-devouring dragon.‌ A hundred vials⁠‍‌ of holy water‌​‍ and it still‌‌ wants more.”

Inside‍ was a long,‌‌ completely dark corridor.‌⁠

Both⁠‌‌ Fernan and Luina‌ could see without‍ issue, but the‍⁠ atmosphere was oppressive.⁠‍​

“Why‌‍ are you taking​ out a recording‌​ orb?”

“Because‌ I have to‍ leave a record.⁠​ Some people need‍⁠‍ to see this.”⁠‍​

“……?”​‍

Nothing​​ happened until they‍‍​ reached the end‍ of the corridor.⁠​​

Even​⁠ after opening another⁠ door into a large, empty chamber,‌ nothing occurred.

There​‍‌ were three more‌‍⁠ doors in the⁠‌​ back, but the​​ rooms were also‍‌ empty.

Luina,​‌ tense from the‍‌‌ start, finally relaxed.‍⁠

“Are⁠ you sure this‌⁠⁠ is the first‌​​ Pope’s dungeon? There’s‍​​ nothing here.”

“It⁠​ is. It’s just‍⁠⁠ that before, there‍ was something here.”⁠​

“Before?‍⁠ Wait, so you’ve‌ already been here?”‌​‌

At‌ that moment, Fernan​‌​ began pulling objects‍ from his subdimensional‍‌ space—a luxurious-looking artifact,‌​ several grimoires, potions,​​⁠ and research documents.‍‍​

Then⁠ he started placing‍​‌ them all around‌‍‌ the empty room.‍

“…What‌⁠ are you doing?”‍​​

“This‍ is what was​​ originally here.”

“So‌⁠ you really did‌ take everything…”

If⁠ the priests of⁠ the Cult of‌ the Dragon God‌‍⁠ heard this, they’d‌⁠ have a heart​ attack.

“And‌‍ why are you‌ putting it all⁠⁠‍ back?”

“Because‌‍ I promised the‌ Pope I’d show‍ him a record​⁠‍ of the place.”​

“……?”​

Luina‌‍ didn’t understand a thing.

Meanwhile,‍‍‍ Fernan finished filling‍‌ all the rooms.​‍ He even installed‍ magical lights in​ the ceiling, illuminating‌‌ the place.

“And‌​‌ that staff—was it‍‌ also from the‌​ first Pope? If‍⁠ you sold it,⁠‍​ it’d be worth⁠ a fortune.”

“No,‍ that’s a new‍‍ masterpiece crafted in‌​‌ Pellenberg.”

“Eh?”‍‍

“The‍‌​ original was already‌‌ taken by someone‍⁠ else. This one​‍​ doesn’t compare, but​‍⁠ it’s well-made. We‍‌ built it based‌​⁠ on the information⁠​ obtained here.”

Besides,​​‌ who cared? The⁠ priests of the⁠ Cult didn’t even⁠‌‌ know what the​​ original looked like.⁠​

“…What?‌‌ I don’t get​‍‌ any of this.”‌‍

“I’ll​‍ explain it later.‌ Just one thing​ left.”

Fernan’s⁠‍‌ subdimensional space opened‌⁠ wider than before,‌ and from it​‌​ emerged a gigantic​‍⁠ statue.

“…A⁠ white dragon.”

It⁠​ was a majestic​⁠‍ work, more beautiful⁠‌ and detailed than‍‍‍ anything Luina had⁠​‍ ever seen.

Fernan⁠‌​ recorded everything with⁠ the orb, then⁠‌ stored the items‍ again.

“Listen⁠‌ carefully, Luina. What‌⁠ you saw today⁠‍‌ is a secret.​ Because…”

After​‌⁠ hearing the full​⁠ explanation, Luina understood​‌‍ immediately.

“So‍​‍ you plan to⁠⁠ deceive the Pope!”‍‌‌

“I‌​ have no other‌ choice.”

“Why?”⁠‌

“Look‌ here.”

On‍​ the ground where⁠⁠​ the statue had⁠​‍ been, a metal‌⁠ plate with inscriptions​​⁠ shimmered faintly.

“Dragon‍ Heart? No way,‌ this is where​‌‍ you got it?”‌

“That’s‌‌​ right.”

“And⁠‌ didn’t you say​ it was in​ your family’s vault?”‌‌

“Obviously​‍ not.”

Luina​‍ understood instantly. If‍⁠ the Dragon Heart‍​ came from the​⁠ Cult, Fernan had‍ to deceive the‍ Pope at all⁠⁠ costs.

“…Got⁠​ it. I’ll help.”​‍​

She⁠⁠ sighed. She couldn’t‍⁠ believe she had⁠‌‍ fallen for someone‍ like this.

“Thanks.‍‍‌ In that case,​‍ I need you‌ to do something.”‍‍

“What​‍‌ is it?”

“Break​‍⁠ this.”

Fernan‍⁠​ pointed at the​‍ metal plate.

“It’s​ solid adamantium. I already tried to‌​‍ break it once​‍ and failed.”

“Solid​​‌ adamantium…?”

Did‍ he know how‌​ many swords or⁠‌‌ armors could be‌‌ made with that?‍‌

“If⁠‍​ I break it,​​‍ can I keep‍⁠ some?”

“Of‌ course.”

Luina​‌‌ drew her sword,​​ focused her mind,‍ and opened her‌‍‍ aura core.

She‌‌ compressed it to⁠​‍ the limit and⁠ sharpened it.

──────!‌​‍

Her⁠ strike fell.

But…‍

“…It‌‌​ can’t be done.”‌​

Even‍⁠ with all her​ strength, she had⁠⁠ made no more⁠‌​ than a faint‌​​ scratch. Luina was‍‌‌ breathing heavily.

“…How‌ disappointing.”

She‌⁠ thought she was‌⁠ strong, but she‍⁠ couldn’t even break‌‌ a metal plate.‌‌‌

“Let⁠⁠ me try.”

Fernan‌⁠⁠ cast his magic;‍ the ground around⁠ them began to​​ shake violently.

However,‍‍ even as everything‍⁠‌ was reduced to⁠⁠ rubble, the plate‌⁠ and the meter‍ surrounding it remained⁠⁠‌ untouched.

“I‌‌‌ thought an Archmage‍​ or Royal Knight⁠ could do it,‍‌‌ but this is‍​‌ ridiculous.”

Fernan​ let out an‍‍​ incredulous laugh. He‍⁠​ was increasingly curious​​ about who the‌‌⁠ first Pope truly‍ was.

“I⁠ want to come‍⁠ train here every​⁠‌ day.”

“You​‍ want to keep‍⁠ hitting it?”

“Yes.”​

“Too⁠ bad. That won’t⁠‌‍ be possible.”

“Why?”‌

“Because​ I’m going to‌‍ collapse this dungeon.”​‌

“…What?”‍​​

Before​ Jace arrives.

The​​‍ dungeon would be⁠ sealed.

Although​ he hadn’t been​⁠ able to break​ the plate or‌‌⁠ uncover its secrets,‌⁠ the rest of‍‍​ the dungeon’s foundations⁠ were a different‍‌‍ story.

“From‍‍ now on, no‌ one will know​‍⁠ this place existed.”‌‌

“If‌‌ the Cult of⁠‍ the Dragon God‌ finds out the​‌ truth, they won’t⁠‌⁠ sit idly by.”​

“Exactly‌‍​ why I’m destroying⁠⁠​ it. Let those‍ greedy priests live‍ their lives unaware.”‌⁠

“Demon⁠‌ number seventy-three…?”

“Who⁠⁠‍ are you calling‍​​ a demon?”

The‌‍‍ dungeon began to‍​​ collapse.

Everything​ that made it​⁠ up crumbled into‌ dust.

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