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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Even​‌ though he had⁠‍‌ thrown junk everywhere‍ and shards of​‌ shattered mirrors rolled⁠‌‍ across the floor,​​​ his rage hadn’t​‌ subsided.

“Damn⁠ it… Why is⁠ it always…?”

Fernan⁠ ran a hand⁠‌ through his hair‍​‌ in frustration.

Again.‌⁠‌ Once again, a prophecy had tied‍​​ itself to him.​ And not in‍ a positive way.​​​

“So‌ this is how​‌ I end up⁠⁠ becoming Aint’s enemy…”‍‌

It‌​ made no sense​ for him to⁠‌ become Aint’s enemy⁠ just for demanding​​​ fair repayment of​⁠ a debt from‍‌​ Luina.

There⁠‍ was no sufficient‌‌​ reason for that⁠​ to lead to​‍‍ his downfall.

Fernan‍‌ knew his father‍‌‌ well. He would​‌‍ never expel him​⁠ from the family‍ over something so‍ trivial.

But‌ now he understood.​⁠

‘I‍⁠ thought the Yacht‍ Club incident was‍⁠ just a coincidence​ at first.’

But‌ if something happens‍⁠ twice, it stops‌‍ being coincidence.

This​​ was a trap.​⁠ A trap aimed‍‍ directly at Fernan‌​ — at the⁠‍ Pellenberg family itself.‌

By‍‌​ being associated with​ demons, the family‍⁠ would be at‌ risk if they⁠⁠‌ didn’t expel the⁠ implicated heir.

No‌‌⁠ matter how powerful‍⁠ an electoral prince‌‍ house was, there⁠‍ was no place​ for coexistence with⁠‌ demons in the⁠ Empire. It was​‌​ a real possibility.⁠

The⁠ problem was, it​‌ was all based⁠‌ on a misunderstanding.​‍‍ Fernan gave a bitter smile at‌‌ his reflection in​ the half-broken full-length‌‍‍ mirror.

“How‍‍ pathetic you look,⁠ Fernan Pellenberg.”

Acting‌ as if money‌​ could move the‌ entire world, and‍ yet you were⁠‍ being used by⁠ a demon without‌ even realizing it,⁠​‌ headed straight for​ ruin.

He‍⁠ laughed. How could​ he not? He⁠​​ felt so ridiculous​‍​ — the rage‌‍ he felt toward‌‌‍ demons was overwhelming.​

“…Fine.‍⁠ Let’s see who‍​​ wins.”

You⁠‌‌ or me.

A drop of blood​​‍ slid from his​​ split lip.

***‍‍‍

Summoning⁠​‍ a demon wasn’t⁠‍ easy.

Tearing​ through the dimensional​​ barrier required an‍ enormous amount of⁠ energy. The more‌​ powerful the being,‌‍ the harder it​ was.

And⁠​ if it was​⁠‍ one of the‌‌⁠ 72 demons, there‌ was no need‍ to say more.​⁠

Fernan‌​ had assumed they‌ would use students‌⁠‌ as vessels, draining‌ their vitality and‌​​ mana.

But‍‌ that wasn’t it.‌​

“The​‍‍ World Tree sprout.⁠‌ That was it.”‍‌

Using‌ a World Tree​‌‍ sprout to summon⁠​‍ a demon — there couldn’t be⁠ a more demonic‍ idea.

“It‍⁠ must be stopped.”​⁠⁠

Normally,​​ he’d have had​ no reason to⁠ risk his life‌​ stopping a demon‍‌‍ summoning.

The‌​⁠ appearance of a demon was serious,‍‌ but it wasn’t⁠‌ something he could‌ realistically prevent.

Even⁠‌ if one was⁠‍⁠ summoned, so what?‍⁠​ Aint Armian would‌​​ eliminate it. The‍‌ best course for‍‌ Fernan would be‌​ to profit while​‌ minimizing damage.

That‌​​ was what he‌‌ used to think.​

But​​ if he was‌ involved, that changed​​ everything. The starting‍‌ point was wrong.‌‍

“But​ how?”

This⁠‌ future was different​‌ from the others.‌

The‍ prophecies were almost⁠​ always narrated from​‌ Aint Armian’s perspective,⁠‍ and many things‌‍​ he didn’t know⁠​‌ simply weren’t mentioned.⁠

And‍ this was one‌ of those cases.​​‍ Fernan knew the‍ World Tree was⁠⁠⁠ corrupted, but not⁠‌‌ how, when, or​‍⁠ why.

‘So‌​‍ I have to​ be prepared for‍ anything.’

He‍ couldn’t break the‌ contract with the​​ Marquess’s house, so‌⁠ he immediately called‌‌ for Hyde.

“You‍ called…? What happened​ in here?”

“Don’t​‌‍ worry about it.‍​‍ The Fridian family​⁠ commissioned the Golden‌‍ Turtle Guild for⁠ a transport.”

“What⁠‍‌ are they transporting?”‌​

“Magic‍‌‌ crystals, spirit stones,‌ World Tree leaves…”‌

As‌‍ he listed off⁠​ dozens of items,‍‌ Hyde looked surprised.​​

“That’s⁠​ a lot.”

“But​​ it’s all a cover. The real​⁠ item is the⁠ World Tree sprout.”​

“…The​​⁠ sprout? You mean​‌⁠ that sprout?”

“Yes.​​ Father accepted. And⁠⁠ as part of‍‌ the deal, they​​​ requested that I either be in‍ charge or at‌‍​ least join the‌​ team.”

“You,‌​ young master?”

Hyde⁠ expressed the same​‍‍ doubt Fernan had‍​​ the day before.​

Fernan⁠⁠‍ briefly explained the​ conversation he had‌⁠ with Aria.

“This⁠ matter is very‍‍ important. There must‍​​ be no mistakes‌ or surprises.”

“Well…​ if we’re talking‍ about the World⁠ Tree sprout…”

“No,‍ it’s not just​​‍ that.”

A demon was involved.​ That was the⁠​ key to his⁠ downfall.

But⁠⁠ that was something​‍ only he knew‌ thanks to the‌‌ prophecy book. He‌ couldn’t say it‌​‍ aloud.

“Then‍ why so much​ preparation?”

“It‍‍‌ doesn’t matter. Just⁠‌ do as I say. The transport​ leaves in two‌⁠‌ weeks. I’ll meet​‍ them using a teleportation circle along​‌‍ with Aria.”

“Then‍‍​ there’s still time.”⁠‍​

Preparations⁠ were already being‍⁠‌ handled by his‌​ father. Fernan didn’t​​ really have to‌ do anything.

“So‍ we just have‍ to join them…”‌

“No.”‍‌

If⁠‌​ there wasn’t a demon involved, sure.‍

“Prepare‍‍ as if we’re‌ going to war.‍‍ Take all supplies‍‍‌ and ask Father​ for permission to⁠‌‍ increase the number​ of escorts.”

“Isn’t‍ that overkill? The‌​‍ sprout is valuable,⁠‍ yes, but no‌‍⁠ one would dare‌​ take on two​‌⁠ electoral prince houses‍ at once. And⁠​ wasn’t the transport‌ kept secret precisely⁠​‌ to prevent that?”⁠‌

“Listen​⁠‌ carefully, Hyde. Accidents‍⁠ happen precisely when‌‌ people get complacent.”‍‍

If​⁠ it weren’t something‌‍ that could lead​⁠‌ to ruin, he​ wouldn’t be this‍​ worked up.

“So‍⁠⁠ no matter how⁠‌​ much we prepare,‍⁠‍ it’ll never be⁠‌‍ enough.”

Seeing⁠​‌ Fernan’s determined expression,‍‌‌ Hyde fell silent.​‍

“…Understood.”​

“First,‍⁠⁠ deliver this to⁠​ the department. I assume the Fridians‌​ have already notified‌‍ them.”

“Yes.”​‌

It⁠ was the request⁠ for fieldwork. After⁠‌ handing it in,‌​​ Fernan put on⁠⁠ his coat.

“Where‌‍‌ are you going?”‍

“To‌​ see Aria Fridian.”⁠‌

“Didn’t‌‍‍ you see her‌ yesterday?”

“Yes.”⁠‍⁠

But⁠‌ when the situation‍ changes, so must⁠ the plans.

The​​ Fernan from yesterday.⁠‍‌

And‍‍​ the Fernan from​ today.

Were‍ two completely different‌​ people.

***​

“…What?”‌

Aria‍‌⁠ blinked, eyes wide‍‍⁠ open.

That⁠ innocent expression was‍​ said to be‍ quite popular among​‌ first-years.

“Aren’t‌ elves supposed to​⁠⁠ have good hearing?”⁠

“No,‍​​ I heard you​‍ just fine. You⁠ mean you want‌‌⁠ to move up​ the departure date,​ right?”

“That’s‌ right.”

Transporting‍‍⁠ the sprout of‍⁠‌ the World Tree⁠​ wasn’t something that‍ could be prepared‌ in a day⁠⁠ or two. The⁠ plan had surely⁠‌ been laid out​‌ well in advance.⁠‌

And,​‍​ of course, it​​⁠ must have reached‌ the ears of⁠⁠‍ the corrupted. That’s‌ probably why they‌​ had approached the‌‌‍ sprout and stirred‍​⁠ up trouble.

“Departure​‍ is scheduled for⁠‍⁠ two weeks from⁠​‍ now, but most‍⁠ of the preparations‍ should already be⁠‌​ done, right?”

“Yes,​ but it’s not‍‍⁠ just about being‌⁠ ready. There are​ tons of logistical‌⁠ details to coordinate.⁠ What’s the reason‌ for pushing it‌ forward?”

Exactly⁠ because of that.‌​ If possible, he⁠​ wanted to move‍‌​ the date up‍⁠ a few days.‌ Even just one.​

Because​ major disasters always‌​ begin with a tiny crack. And‍⁠⁠ the same applied‌​ to the corrupted’s​ plan.

“It’s⁠ one of my​​​ conditions. If they‌ can’t meet it,​​‍ then I won’t⁠‍​ participate.”

“Duke‍​​ Pellenberg has already​‌​ accepted the commission.”‌

“I’m⁠‍ just an extra,⁠ aren’t I?”

“…So‌ how much earlier⁠ do you want⁠‍‌ to move it?”⁠‍⁠

Aria​‌​ hesitated for a moment before asking.⁠⁠

“Ten‌‍‌ days, if possible.​ A week at‍ the very least.”​

Truthfully,​⁠⁠ he’d like to‌⁠‌ leave right that‌ moment, but he‍‌⁠ had preparations of​‌ his own to⁠‍ make.

“That’s‌ far too soon.‌​⁠ If we change​ it like that,⁠⁠‍ there’ll be a lot of consequences.”⁠​‍

“I’m‍⁠‍ willing to accept‌ them all.”

“That’s⁠ not something I can decide alone.”‌⁠

“Then‍⁠⁠ go tell the‌‌ marquis.”

Fernan​‍​ spoke each word‍ with force.

“Tell‌‍‌ him that Fernan​ is the one⁠ requesting the early‌‍‌ departure.”

Otherwise—​‍⁠

“Say​‌ that he said‍‍‍ even if he’s⁠​ reborn a thousand‍‍ times, he won’t⁠‍ agree unless it’s⁠‌⁠ met.”

He⁠‍ knew it was​ an absurd demand.​ He knew the⁠​ likelihood of it‌​ being accepted was‍⁠​ extremely low. But‌‌​ he had no‌​‍ other choice.

There‌ were only two‌​ paths.

Either⁠ he received a harsh reprimand from​ Marquis Fridian and​‌ stepped away from‍ the matter, helping​‌⁠ Aint defeat the​‌⁠ demon after it​‍ was summoned once‍ break was over—​

Or‌​ he rewrote the‍ plan from scratch.⁠

There‌ was no third⁠​​ option.

***‍

Even⁠​⁠ at nightfall, the⁠‌ Academy City didn’t‌ become too dark.‌​​

It‌​⁠ was common for‍‍ students to go​‌ out drinking with⁠‍ friends after classes.⁠⁠​

In‌ the districts filled‌⁠​ with taverns, cheerful‍‍​ voices and lively‌ noise filled the​ air, lit by⁠⁠​ magical lanterns installed‌⁠‌ everywhere.

But‍​‍ not all places‍ were like that.⁠‍⁠

There​⁠ were spots that​ didn’t fit into‍‍⁠ nightlife, not for‌ dining or for‍‍‍ fun. Like the‍ bookstore, its door‌ firmly shut.

The⁠ owner had drawn‍⁠⁠ the curtains and‌‌ was sorting books​‌​ inside.

A shadow suddenly appeared​‌ behind him.

“My⁠‍ lord, the one‌​ responsible for the​ failure was Fernan⁠​‌ Pellenberg.”

“Details.”‌‌

“We‍​⁠ managed to sink‌​‌ the ship and‌ steer Aint in​​ another direction, but⁠​ he wasn’t alone.”‍

The⁠ explanation was brief.‍⁠‌

Fernan​ Pellenberg, Luina Bercheff,​‍‌ and Bella Hoenne.⁠⁠ Three more students⁠‍ had been dragged​⁠‍ to the island‌ and helped Aint‌‍‍ while he was‌‍ under attack.

“…”⁠‍

The‌ bookstore owner said⁠⁠ nothing, calmly continuing‍ to sort his‍ books. He didn’t​⁠⁠ have the power​ to control the‌ waves. It had⁠ quite literally been‍⁠​ bad luck.

“But​ was it really‍‌ just bad luck?”​‌

Then​‌‌ why this ominous⁠‍ feeling?

“We‌⁠ tried to finish⁠‍ him off using‍ the two Sea​ Serpents, but there​‌‌ was a legacy‍‌‍ of the Cursed​ Lineage hidden on⁠‍‌ that island. Aint‍⁠ Armian, once awakened…”​‍⁠

Would‍‌ Aint have died‍‍‌ if that legacy‌⁠‌ hadn’t been there?‍​ Probably not.

“Luina​ Bercheff’s power exceeded​⁠ our expectations.”

“Yes.⁠​ Ever since she​⁠ teamed up with⁠ Fernan Pellenberg, she’s⁠​‌ been rising sharply.”​‍‍

Saying‍​‍ someone who already​ held second place‌⁠ in her year​⁠​ was now “rising”‌​​ sounded contradictory.

But‍​ that she had⁠⁠‍ made a leap‍⁠‍ in growth was‌​ undeniable.

“Pellenberg…”⁠

A family that had​ once even traded‍ with demons, blinded​ by wealth.

But‌ after falling for‌‌ the sweet words‌ of the first‍ emperor, had become‍​⁠ the demons’ enemy.‌

They⁠​ were the ones⁠​ who, with immense⁠‍‌ fortune, had supported‌⁠ the emperor’s plans.‌‌

Precisely‌ for that reason,‌⁠ they had to‌​‍ be eliminated first,⁠⁠ to avoid repeating‍​ history. That’s why⁠‍ the Golden Turtle⁠​‍ Guild was used.‌‍⁠

And⁠​⁠ just when Fernan⁠ Pellenberg had been‍​ dragged to the⁠​⁠ island, everything fell​​ apart.

Even‍‌ worse—

“If‌ they all witnessed‍‌‌ demonic energy together,‍‌ it’s likely a sense of camaraderie‌‌ was born.”

It⁠​ was as if‍‌ the deadliest sword‌‍⁠ against demons had‍‍ joined with the‍‍ gold that could​⁠‍ sharpen it.

“The⁠‌‍ prisoner they captured—what‌ of him?”

“He’ll⁠‍‍ be dead soon.”⁠

Just‍ another useless piece⁠​​ on the board,‍ so that was⁠ enough.

“First,⁠ we must separate‌ them. How is‍ the matter of‌‌ the transport progressing?”‌

Fortunately,‍‌‌ the next step‍ of the plan​‌ involved preparing the‌ summoning while making‌ Pellenberg and Armian‍‍⁠ appear to be‍ enemies.

“Aria⁠ Fridian and Fernan‍‍​ Pellenberg have already‍ met. We still‍⁠ don’t know if‌‌ he accepted.”

“Do​‌ whatever it takes‍ to ensure Fernan​​‌ Pellenberg participates.”

“Yes.”​

“And‍ make sure our‍ existence remains hidden.⁠‍ Not a single​‍ trace.”

“Understood.⁠​ I’ll keep that‍​ in mind.”

The‌ shadow vanished after​ a slight bow‍‍ from the bookseller.​​

The‌​‍ man clicked his‍‍ tongue as he‌⁠ resumed sorting the‌ books.

“What​⁠ a hassle…”

He​ snapped his fingers.‍

Clack!​‌

The⁠​ disordered books floated‌​‍ back into place‌​ on the shelves.‌‍‍

Clack!⁠

He‌‌‌ snapped his fingers⁠ again. Another shadow‍ appeared — its‍ form slightly different‌‍​ from the previous​ one.

“You‌‌‍ called?”

“Yes.”‍

While⁠‍ rubbing his thumb⁠‍‌ against his index‍ finger, he asked:​‌

“How⁠⁠ goes the search‍‌ for the hidden​‍ legacies of the​​​ Cursed Lineage?”

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