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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 4

Chapter 4

As⁠​ soon as he‌‍ woke up in⁠ the morning, Fernan​‍ headed to the‍ library.

“Welcome,‍‌​ Sir Fernan. Your‍‌‍ student credential has⁠​ been verified.”

“Where‍‌‍ are the books⁠ related to demons?”⁠‌⁠

“Follow‌‌ the light and‍⁠​ it will guide⁠⁠​ you.”

“Thank​⁠⁠ you.”

“You’re⁠​​ welcome.”

When⁠​​ the librarian cast‌⁠‌ a spell, a small thread of​‌‍ light appeared instantly⁠‌ and began to‌ lead him.

“Demons,‍​ demons, demons, demons…”​

Fernan⁠​‌ hadn’t come to​ the library early‌​⁠ in the morning​‍ for any other‍ reason.

He​​ was there to⁠‌‍ research demons more​ thoroughly.

‘There​⁠ was nothing useful⁠​ in the family​⁠ library.’

After‍‍⁠ being struck by⁠‌ lightning and realizing‌‌ the existence of⁠ demons, the first​⁠‍ thing he did‍‌‍ was scour his‍‌ family’s entire library.‍

But‍‍​ there wasn’t a single piece of⁠‍⁠ the information he‍‍‍ hoped for, and‍‍‌ he had been​​ planning to check⁠ the academy’s library‌‍‍ ever since returning.​‌​

“King‌‍ Kolomo and the‍⁠⁠ 72 demons…”

The​ Imperial Academy’s library‌ housed an enormous⁠‍‍ collection of books,​‍ all preserved according‍ to the will‍ of the First‍ Emperor.

The​ Chronicle of the⁠⁠‍ Great First Emperor.​⁠ The First Emperor⁠ and the Royal‍ Knights. King Kolomo⁠‌​ and the 72​ Demons. Each of‍⁠​ the 72 Demons​ is Different. Demons​ are from Fra…‍ Dem…

Fernan‍ selected several books.‌‌

He‌⁠⁠ first opened The⁠‍ Chronicle of the‌‍‍ Great First Emperor.​

He‍ thought there might‍‌ be at least⁠ some clues in⁠​‍ the life story‌​​ of a hero‌‌⁠ who had stood‌​ on the front‍​⁠ lines against the‍ demons.

“The‌ demons have plunged​‍ the continent into​‍⁠ ruin. I can’t‍‍​ bear it any‍​⁠ longer.”

As​​ the world fell⁠⁠⁠ into chaos due‍‍⁠ to the demon‍ uprising, the benevolent​‌ Lord Chronos Armian‍‍ rose for the‌‌ sake of humanity.‍​‍

“Let‌⁠ us unite our​ strength to drive‌ out the demons.”‍​⁠

At​‍ Armian’s call, the⁠⁠⁠ five kingdoms and​ religious orders, deeply⁠⁠‌ moved, gathered to​ his side like​‍‌ bees.

“Great⁠‍ King Kolomo, come​ and duel with⁠‌ me!”

Armian‍⁠​ staked the fate⁠‌ of the world​ and fought King‌‌ Kolomo day and‌‍ night for an‌⁠ entire month.

Chronos‌‌​ Armian pierced King‌⁠‌ Kolomo’s heart.

When⁠ he commanded, “Your⁠ king is dead,⁠‌⁠ so return to‍⁠‍ where you came​ from,” the million-strong​ demon army vanished​ on the spot.​‍

“…What‍ is this?”

Any‍ glimmer of hope‌‌⁠ vanished in an‌‍⁠ instant. This wasn’t‍ a chronicle—it was‍ an absurd and​⁠ over-the-top novel.

“The‍​‍ greedy Elector Princes‌⁠ were moved by‍ mere words and​ joined him?”

Putting‌ himself in that⁠ situation made Fernan‍⁠‍ feel like he‍‌ was breaking out​‍ in hives. Free​‍​ cooperation? What? Were​‌ they looking to‌ exploit the situation?‌

That‍ wasn’t even the‍ worst part. The⁠ next section was​​ just as ridiculous.⁠‌

They‍ disappeared just because‍‌​ they were told‍ to go back?​​ Not even worth‍‍ reading further. Not‌‌‍ even the church‌⁠⁠ scriptures are this‍‌‍ bad.

Scoffing,⁠ Fernan pushed the‍​‍ book aside and‍‌‌ opened the next‌‌‌ one without hesitation.‌ The First Emperor​​​ and the Royal‍‌ Knights.

It‌​ offered a detailed⁠ account of how‌‌ the First Emperor​⁠ met the Royal‌⁠​ Knights and how‌‌⁠ the Royal Knight‌​⁠ system was established.⁠‌⁠

There⁠ was also a story about Gardner‍‍‍ Alfenfarsen, the first‌⁠ Royal Knight and‌‍‍ the ego of‌​ the Ego Sword.⁠

Supposedly,​⁠ Gardner Alfenfarsen broke​​‍ a tooth during​​ his first meeting⁠⁠ with the emperor⁠ for acting arrogantly—though‌ who knew if⁠​​ that was true.⁠⁠

‘That’s‌ something I can⁠⁠⁠ ask him directly.’​‌

Only​⁠ one man couldn’t⁠‍​ have done such‍​​ a thing. The‍‍ next book was‌ King Kolomo and‌ the 72 Demons.‌‍‍

“King‌ Kolomo sacrificed his​⁠ entire kingdom to⁠‍ summon demons. The​ number of demons‌‍ summoned from hell​​ reached 72…”

The‍​ 72nd demon, Andromalius.‌‌ A man with​⁠⁠ a snake coiled​​‌ around his arm.⁠​

The​​ 71st demon, Dantalion.​⁠ A demon that​​ changes appearance to​‍⁠ mimic humans and‍​ sow confusion.

The​⁠‌ 70th demon…

Whether‍‍​ because a thousand⁠⁠ years had passed‌ or the records​‍ were sparse to​‍ begin with, the⁠​​ information on the​‌‍ demons was extremely​⁠​ brief and vague.⁠

‘Disappointing.‍⁠​ Well, the family​ library didn’t have​ much either.’

Fernan‌​​ closed the last​⁠‍ book. Despite being‍⁠ the renowned library‍⁠ of the Imperial⁠ Academy, all the‌ books lacked content.‍

‘Even​‍​ after a thousand⁠​‍ years, how can‌‍ things be so​ incomplete?’

The‌​‍ Empire had built​ and maintained countless‍⁠​ libraries, so dedicated‌‍ was it to‌‍​ preserving records. Unless⁠‌ someone had erased‍ the information intentionally,‍‌‍ it made no⁠ sense that so‌‍ little remained.

Having‍​​ finished his business,‌​ Fernan returned the​ books to their‌⁠ shelves and headed⁠ back to the⁠‌ dormitory.

His⁠​⁠ assistant greeted him‍ upon arrival.

“Where‌‍ have you been⁠ since morning, Young‍ Master?”

“I⁠‌ stopped by the‌ library for a bit. What is‌‌‍ it?”

“The​⁠ item you requested⁠⁠‍ has arrived.”

The‌‌‍ assistant handed him‍ a small box.‌

“You’re‌⁠⁠ here.”

“Why‍ did you need⁠ this so suddenly?⁠‌ Don’t you already‍⁠ have one?”

“I⁠ thought maybe it‌‍​ wouldn’t be enough.‌⁠⁠ Just to be‌‌ sure.”

“Excuse⁠ me? Sure of‌‍ what?”

“There’s‍⁠ something. That’s all.”⁠​

Fernan​ took the box‍⁠‌ and put back​​‌ on the coat‌⁠ he had taken‍⁠​ off earlier.

“Where​‌ are you going‍‌‍ now?”

“I’m⁠⁠ going to the‌‍​ gym. Take this‍‍ to Luina Bercheff.”​‌‍

“A⁠​ letter? Is this‍ a love letter?”‌​

“Don’t⁠‌‍ be ridiculous. Just‌⁠⁠ tell her I’m‌‌ waiting and that‌‍ she should come‍​⁠ out as soon‍⁠ as possible.”

“Understood.”‍⁠

Now​ that everything was‍⁠⁠ ready, it was‍ time to prove​‌​ his worth—just as​‌ he had promised.⁠‍⁠

Fernan‌⁠‍ headed to the‌ training hall.

***⁠‍‌

Training​ hall of the⁠⁠‌ Academy, prepared for‌ students.

Luina‌ stood with a sword in hand.⁠⁠‌ Opposite her, Fernan⁠​‍ Pellenberg faced her,⁠​⁠ holding a staff.​

“I​‍‌ still don’t quite⁠‌‌ understand. What exactly​ does this mean?”‌‍

“We’re‍⁠‌ face to face‌​‍ in the training‍ hall. Do I really need to⁠⁠‍ explain more?”

“…You⁠​‍ seriously want to⁠ fight me?”

“I⁠⁠ already told you.⁠​‌ Even though I’m⁠‍⁠ only ranked tenth‍ and you’re the‌‍ runner-up, I’ll prove‍‌ I lack nothing.​ And the most⁠‍⁠ direct and undeniable⁠‌ way is through​ strength.”

Given‍ his unwavering confidence,⁠⁠ it was clear‌ Fernan was serious.‍

“You⁠​‍ really think you⁠‌ can win?”

“If‌⁠ you beat me,‍​​ I’ll give you‍⁠‍ chocolate.”

“…What​​ do you mean⁠‍⁠ by that?”

“I⁠‍​ heard you like‍ chocolate. Was I wrong?”

“Have⁠ you been spying​⁠‍ on me?”

“I‍ wouldn’t bother putting​ in that much⁠ effort just for‌​​ you.”

Simply⁠‌ put:

“I⁠⁠ looked up the‍ personal records of​​ all the ranked​‍ students.”

“…How‌​ insolent.”

Fernan‍‌ shrugged. Luina’s face⁠​‍ twisted with disgust.⁠‍​ She gripped her⁠ sword hilt more‍ tightly.

“If‍ you really want‌ this, fine. Let’s‍‌‍ see this so-called​ ‘proof’ of yours.”​​‌

Despite‌‌ her words, Luina⁠​‌ didn’t believe Fernan​⁠ had any chance‌‌ of defeating her.‌​‌

Not‌⁠ that Fernan Pellenberg​​ was weak.

Ranking‌ tenth in the‌​‌ Academy—home to countless⁠ prodigies—and even qualifying‍‍⁠ for a seat‌ in Ravidus Hall,⁠ no matter how​⁠​ low his rank,​ was undeniable proof‍ of talent.

But⁠‍​ there was still⁠​⁠ a clear gap⁠‍ between second and⁠‍‌ tenth.

Although​​ first-year sword and‍‍‍ magic students rarely‍ clashed, it wasn’t⁠ like it never​ happened.

And​⁠​ those few occasions​‍⁠ were enough to‍ judge Fernan’s skills.​​ Exactly what you’d​ expect from someone​⁠‍ in tenth place:‍‌‌ nothing more, nothing​‌​ less.

‘Unless⁠ something happened over​​ winter break…?’

Still,‌‌‌ she couldn’t understand​‌ this behavior.

“I’ll​ give you the⁠‍ first strike.”

“With‍ pleasure.”

Fernan​ began chanting a spell. The mana‍ crystal embedded in​‌ the tip of​ his staff absorbed‌​​ the surrounding mana.​⁠‍

Rumble!‌

The‌‌ ground shook. Dozens⁠ of stones materialized​‌ in the air‌‌​ and came crashing​⁠⁠ down toward Luina.​​

“…!”‌‍​

She​​ calmed her breathing,‌⁠ gathered aura in​​‍ her legs, and​​​ dashed forward.

Her​ body shot out‍‍ like an arrow.​ Her speed became‌⁠ a weapon itself.​​‍ The blade cut‍‌ through the falling‌⁠⁠ rocks as she‌ charged directly at‍​​ the mage.

Slash!‍⁠​

She‌‍ struck. But no​​ blow landed. The⁠‌ illusion vanished. Fernan​⁠ was already far‌‌‍ behind.

But⁠‌ Luina was unfazed.‍‌

She​ accelerated her aura‍ in mid-air and​ spun the opposite⁠​ direction. Like a wild warhorse, she​ attacked straight into‌‌​ a wall of‌ stone spikes.

—!​

Debris‌​ flew in every‌‍ direction. Behind the​‍ shattered wall, she‌⁠ faced hundreds of‌ stone spears, but‍‌‍ dove in anyway.​‍​

Her​​‌ sword was heavy,‌​​ but not clumsy.‌‍‍ Fierce, but not⁠​​ reckless. Sometimes heavy,​‌​ sometimes soft, sometimes‍​​ graceful.

She​​‍ pierced, deflected, and‍⁠ slashed through the‌⁠ spears. And finally,⁠ she reached her‌ target. But what‌‌‌ awaited her wasn’t‌ Fernan.

It⁠‌​ was an even‌​‌ greater spell. A shadow loomed above​‍​ her. A massive‍‌‍ boulder torn straight‍ from the training⁠‍ hall floor.

‘…Did⁠‍​ he break the‍‌ floor of the​ training hall?’

The‍‍ hall had been⁠ magically reinforced to​ withstand even powerful‍‌ impacts. This was‍ unexpected. The thought​‌⁠ didn’t last long.​‌‌ The boulder dropped.‍

A moment’s hesitation made⁠ it too late‌ to dodge.

Boom!⁠

Though​ she blocked it,⁠​ her body screamed⁠ in pain. It⁠ felt like slamming‌‌​ into a siege​ weapon. The floor​‌ shattered, her feet‌​‍ sank into the‍ ground.

‘Was‍​‍ he hiding his​⁠ strength…?!’

For‌⁠‍ the first time,​ after taking a clean hit, Luina​⁠‍ set aside all⁠⁠‍ underestimation of Fernan.​⁠

She⁠⁠ bit her lip​​ and held her⁠ breath. As her‍‍‍ heart pounded faster,⁠ her aura core‌ responded.

A blue aura wrapped‍ her entirely. A massive sword aura​‌​ surged from her.‌‌‌

And‍​ just as she‍‌ was about to‍⁠ swing her sword—​

A barrage fell. Like​⁠ before, giant boulders.⁠

At⁠​ the same time,‍​ the ground began‍ to tremble as‍ if an earthquake​​ had struck.

‘This‍‍⁠ is insane…!’

Casting⁠‌ high-level spells like​‍ this repeatedly—and even​ simultaneously? How much⁠⁠ mana does he‍ have?

Luina​⁠‍ blocked again and‌​ again. The magical‌ storm was relentless,‍⁠ giving her no‌​ room to counterattack.​⁠‍ The constant pressure⁠‍ grew, and a trickle of blood⁠​​ ran from the‌⁠​ corner of her⁠ mouth.

“At⁠⁠‍ this rate, I’ll⁠ lose.”

She‍‌ was nothing more​ than a training‌⁠ dummy, taking a one-sided beating. From‍ someone she considered⁠​ inferior.

Her‌ pride couldn’t allow⁠⁠⁠ it. Even while​⁠ withstanding the assault,‍‍​ she pushed forward.⁠​ When a spell‍ knocked her back,​​‌ she advanced two‌‌⁠ steps.

And​​ finally, when she⁠ caught her opponent—‌⁠​

“I⁠‌​ surrender.”

Fernan‌⁠​ raised both hands.⁠​​ Luina’s sword stopped​‌​ just short of‍‍‍ his nose.

He‌ collapsed to the‍‍ ground, gasping for⁠‍​ breath.

“…Are‍ you mocking me⁠‍⁠ right now?”

At‍ his calm expression,⁠ she clenched her​‍‍ teeth.

“Mocking?‌ I ran out‌ of mana. A mage without mana‍ can’t beat a knight, right?”

It‌ wasn’t an excuse⁠‌ or an act.⁠‌‍ Her sharp knightly‌‍‌ instincts told her‌ it was true.​‍‌

“Or‌ are you saying⁠​⁠ a proud knight​​ who values chivalry​​ is going to‍​⁠ take out their​ frustration on someone‍ who surrendered? Just‌ because you were​‍ being beaten one-sidedly?”⁠

“…I’d‍⁠​ never do that.”‍​

Indeed,⁠⁠ Fernan had run⁠ out of mana.‍​⁠ In his current‍‌ state, he couldn’t​‌⁠ beat Luina.

Realizing‌ he couldn’t win​ through conventional means,‍​ he gambled everything—and‌‍​ she overcame it.‌‍ Which meant, in​ the end, her​‍ victory was real.‌‍⁠

Still,‌ even with that‌‍ in mind—she, the‍ runner-up, had almost​​ lost to the‌⁠ tenth-place student. Someone⁠ she was sure⁠‍ she could beat.⁠

The​⁠​ sheer volume of​ mana he poured⁠‌ into those reckless‍⁠⁠ attacks surpassed anything‌ she could’ve imagined.⁠‌​

“So,‌ what kind of‌​⁠ chocolate do you‌​​ want? My family’s‍ whiskey truffles? The‌​ famous World Tree‌‌​ bark chocolate from‍ Freedian? Or perhaps‌‌‌ Kraken ink chocolate‌​ from the Kingdom⁠‌⁠ of Frazia…?”

“…You.”​⁠⁠

It‍‍‍ was then that​ Luina realized.

“What?”‍

She‌‌ had a million⁠⁠‍ questions. But after‍ thinking again and​⁠ again, only one​‌ simple, instinctive word⁠⁠‌ came out.

“Obviously.”⁠

And​ Fernan’s response:

“A⁠⁠ merchant doesn’t step‍⁠⁠ forward.”

It‍ was a world​ of meaning.

***‌‍‌

“…Did⁠ you fight an​ ogre or something?”​⁠‍

His⁠‌ clothes were torn​ and his hair⁠‌‍ disheveled. It was⁠‌ an unfamiliar sight​‌ for Fernan, who‌ was always impeccably​‌​ dressed.

His‌‍ assistant asked with​ a grimace.

“There​‌‌ are no ogres‌‍​ in the academy.⁠ Maybe in the​⁠​ northern mountains.”

“So‌ then what happened?”‍

Fernan‌‌​ didn’t answer. Instead,⁠ he pulled items​⁠ from a subspace.⁠ They were shattered​ orbs.

“Those‌⁠ are five mana⁠ amplifiers and storage‍‍‍ units I gave‌⁠ you less than‍​ two hours ago!​‌ And they’re all‌ broken? Do you​​ know how expensive​‌⁠ those are?”

“I​‍⁠ made an investment‍ in the future.”​‌

“Whoever‌​⁠ you fought, looks‍‍‌ like they hit‌‌​ you in the⁠⁠ head. I’m calling⁠ a healing mage.”‌

“Do⁠‍ I look like​ someone who gets⁠​‌ beaten up out‍‌⁠ there?”

“Is‍‌ this another side‌ effect from getting⁠‍‌ struck by lightning?”‍​

“I’m⁠⁠⁠ perfectly fine.”

“Then‍ it must’ve been⁠​⁠ Luina Bercheff.”

Fernan​​‍ made a slight​ nod.

“Maybe‌ it’s presumptuous, but⁠ if it’s not⁠​‌ too much, may​‌​ I ask something?”⁠

“Go⁠​ ahead.”

“Since‌​ I started serving⁠ you, I’ve been‌‌ able to understand​​ your motives in⁠ almost everything. Everything‌ always had a clear reason or‍‌‌ logic.”

“But​⁠⁠ this time you​‌ can’t figure it⁠‍ out?”

“Exactly.”‍⁠‍

It‍⁠‌ was natural. He⁠​ had wiped out​⁠‌ the Bercheff family’s​ debt for three‌‌ years and decided​​⁠ to support Luina‍⁠ Bercheff.

The⁠​‍ only thing he’d‌ get in return‍⁠ was the chance⁠⁠ to be her​‌‍ partner.

Compared‌⁠‌ to the money​ invested and the⁠‍⁠ Bercheff family’s secret‍⁠ sword technique, it‍​ was a terrible⁠​ deal. No one⁠⁠ in House Pellenberg​ would ever accept⁠ something so absurd.‌‍

If‍ it hadn’t been‍ for the prophecy,​‍‌ Fernan wouldn’t have⁠⁠⁠ either.

“That’s​‌ rude.”

That’s‌ why Fernan had‍⁠​ no real foundation​‍ or explanation to​​⁠ justify it.

In‍‌ times like this,⁠‍ authority was the⁠ best tool. After⁠ all, that’s what‌⁠ power was for.‌‌

“You’ll‍‍‍ understand when the⁠‌ time comes.”

“If​‌ you say so,⁠‌ I understand. I’ll‌⁠⁠ contact the family‍‌​ and request more‌ magical tools.”

“As‍ many as possible.”‍⁠

“By‍ the way, have‍ you written the‌‍‌ letter to the⁠ Duke?”

“Here‌⁠ it is.”

“I’ll‍‍ make sure it’s‌⁠ delivered properly. Oh,‍ and why haven’t​‌‍ you been working‌​ lately?”

“I’ve⁠‌‌ been busy. I’ll⁠ get back to⁠​ it soon, so⁠⁠ stop nagging. Got​‌ it.”

The‍​ assistant left.

“Hmph.”‍

Fernan​​ turned his gaze‍ toward the window‍​‌ and calmly sipped‌​⁠ his coffee. The⁠ letter had been‍​ sent. There was⁠⁠‍ no turning back​ now.

“Damn‍ it. They’re not‌‌ going to disown​⁠ me for this…​ right?”

If‍‌⁠ he were my​‍ son, I’d probably⁠‍⁠ disown him too.⁠⁠ Ripples stirred the‍‌ once-still surface of⁠ his coffee.

***​​

And‍‌ a few days‍‍ later, a reply​⁠‍ came from the​ Duke of Pellenberg.​‍

It​ was brief and‍‌ to the point.‌​

[You’ve⁠ been possessed by‍‌‍ a demon.]

Which⁠‌ only made the⁠ impact that much​ worse.

“…I’m‌ screwed.”

Fernan‍⁠ knew it in‌​⁠ his gut—he was‌​ completely screwed.

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