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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 44

Chapter 44

The​ plan of the​​⁠ corrupted beings ultimately‌ succeeded.

Massive​‌​ amounts of resources‌⁠‌ were lost, and‌​ the branch of‌‌ the World Tree—the‌ key element—ended up‌​⁠ contaminated.

“…Hahaha.”⁠⁠

Fernan⁠⁠ looked helplessly at‍‍⁠ the branch, now​⁠‌ blackened across a quarter of its‍‍ length.

Was​‍​ it over? Had‍​ they failed just​ like that?

Then‌‌‍ Aria approached decisively,⁠‌‍ tore away the⁠‌ remains of the​‍⁠ box, and pulled⁠ out the branch‍‍ of the World​ Tree.

Next,‌⁠ she summoned a blade of wind.‌​

Shhhk!‌⁠

The‌‌‌ branch trembled. A faint nick appeared‍‍⁠ where the blade​‍ passed.

“WHAT​⁠ the hell are‍​‌ you doing?!”

Shhhk!‍‌

“I‌​‍ asked you what⁠​ you’re doing!”

“Senior,⁠ this is Hyde,​​ right? Tell him‍⁠⁠ to cut this,‌‌ please.”

“You⁠ want to cut⁠‌ the branch of​‍​ the World Tree?”⁠

“The‌‍ contaminated part must‌​ be removed. It’s‌⁠ the only way⁠ to save what’s‌ left.”

“Save‌⁠‍ it… you say?”‌

“Don’t‌ underestimate the vitality‌​‍ of the Mother‌⁠ Tree. Even if​ this is just‌‌‌ one of her​​ extensions.”

At‍‍​ Aria’s assertion, Fernan⁠ signaled Hyde.

Hyde‌ unsheathed his sword.‍⁠ A sharp red⁠ aura descended directly‍‌ on the fragment‌ of the Tree.‌

Clang!‍

“This…​‌​ is harder than‍ it looks.”

“But⁠​ cut it! You​ must! Every second‌​‌ counts!”

Fernan‌ shouted as the​⁠‍ black stain slowly‍ spread. If they⁠ stood idle, they’d‌ lose the healthy‌‍ part too.

Once,‍‌‌ twice, three, four‍ times.

After‌ dozens of cuts,⁠​‌ they finally managed​⁠​ to sever the⁠ contaminated portion.

Crackle!​

The⁠‌⁠ severed branch on​ the ground began‌​⁠ to emit thick,⁠ foul-smelling smoke.

Fernan‍ looked at the⁠‌‌ mutilated branch, which‌⁠ now seemed overly‍‌ pruned, and asked:⁠

“Is⁠ it okay like‌⁠⁠ this?”

“A⁠ moment ago, the‍​ extension of the‍‍ Mother Tree screamed.”​​

“That⁠‍ means it’s still​‍​ alive.”

He​​ sighed in relief.‌‌

“…That⁠⁠ just took ten​ years off my⁠ life.”

If‌ the branch had​ been completely contaminated‍ and the request​ failed, he didn’t‌​ even want to​​⁠ imagine the consequences⁠​‍ or losses.

“Hyde,‌‌​ are you okay?”‌⁠‍

“I’m⁠‌‌ fine. And you,⁠​ young master?”

“I’m⁠​⁠ whole.”

He​⁠​ had used up‌⁠ a lot of⁠ mana controlling the‍ golems to the​‍ limit, but it‌⁠‍ wasn’t serious.

Normally,‍‌⁠ controlling a golem⁠ consumes as much‌ mana as mental​​⁠ stamina, but for⁠‍ some reason this‍‍ time he felt​ fine.

‘Maybe‍⁠ I’ve already gotten⁠ used to the‍⁠‍ headaches?’

After​⁠ all, the pain‍‍​ after controlling a golem didn’t compare‍‌‍ to the pain⁠‌ left by the​‍‍ visions of the‍⁠​ future.

“Can’t⁠ that be fixed?”‍⁠

“What?‌‍ How would you‍‌ fix it?”

“That​ clearly cut part.​​‍ It’s like admitting⁠‌‌ there was a problem.”

“It‍ could recover slowly​ if we planted‍ it… but I doubt that’s what‍ you want. There’s‍ a way, but⁠ I know you⁠‍​ won’t like it.”⁠‌

“Is⁠ it very expensive?”⁠⁠‌

Aria​ nodded.

“If‌⁠ we give it‍⁠ an elixir, it’ll‍ regenerate faster.”

“…What⁠‍ a devilishly expensive⁠ thing.”

“Saying‍‌‍ that to an‌ extension of the⁠‍ Mother Tree is​⁠⁠ disrespectful.”

“She’s‌‍‍ your Mother Tree.​ Not mine.”

“Well,⁠⁠⁠ that’s true too.”​​‌

She‍‌ accepted it without​‍ arguing.

“So​ how do you‌⁠‍ plan to store‍‍⁠ it now? The‌‍ box is in‌‌​ pieces.”

“Don’t​‍‍ worry. I had⁠‌‍ spare boxes prepared‌​ just in case.”‍

He‍​​ didn’t know how‍‌‌ dirty the corrupted‍ beings might play,‌‌ so he prepared‍‌ as best he⁠‌ could. He hadn’t‍ expected things to‌​ explode like this,‍‌ but at least​⁠​ he had an‌ extra box.

“Well,‌​⁠ thank goodness.”

“Yes…‌ thank goodness.”

First,‌​‍ everything had to⁠‌ be sorted out.‍

“Let’s‍‌⁠ go up. We⁠ need to assess‍ the damage and​ organize everything.”

“Yes.⁠ I’ll fly it‌‍‍ up.”

“Wait.”​

Just⁠ before ascending with​ the spirit wind,⁠ Fernan looked at‌ one of the​‌⁠ fallen branches.

“Why‍​⁠ are you picking⁠​‌ it up suddenly?”⁠

“After‍‍ all, it’s still‌⁠‍ part of the​‍ World Tree.”

As⁠⁠ contaminated as it‍ was, its essence​⁠‌ hadn’t disappeared.

‘Who‍‌‌ knows. Maybe the‌ Dragon Cult can‌​‌ purify it.’

The‍​ losses were enormous,⁠‍‌ so he had​​‌ to salvage what​​ he could.

“And‌‌⁠ what about those‌ lumps of flesh‍‍ that were the⁠⁠ monsters?”

“They‍ might be worth‍ something.”

“Those‍‍ horrible, disgusting things?”⁠⁠⁠

“The‍ value of a thing depends on‍​‍ who sees it.”‌‌

He​‍ took a container​⁠ from the subspace‍‌ and stored both​ the severed branch​‍​ and the monster‍‌ remains.

Then,‍ finally, he returned⁠⁠ to the surface.‌​‍

***⁠‍⁠

Above⁠ was a complete‌‌ disaster.

The‍⁠‌ sudden collapse of‌ the ground swallowed‌​ half the camp.‍⁠

Fernan‌‍​ had created platforms​⁠​ immediately afterward to‍‌‌ minimize the damage,​‍ but there were​ still many injuries‌ and material losses.​⁠‍

The⁠‍ only stroke of‌​⁠ luck was that‍​⁠ no one died.‍ A true miracle.⁠‍⁠

“Gather​⁠ the injured and‍ supplies and move‍ the camp.”

“Yes,​‌‌ sir!”

Fortunately,​‍⁠ the rain had​​⁠ stopped, though night‌‌​ was already falling.​

At‍‍‌ least some members‌ of the trade​ group had come⁠ to their senses​​‍ before Fernan emerged⁠ and had started⁠‌ organizing things.

“Glad‌ to see you’re⁠⁠ okay.”

“What⁠‌‌ about the injured?”‍‌

“Of⁠‌⁠ the 100 guards,‍⁠ 21 with minor‍‌‍ injuries and 12‍⁠⁠ serious. Of the‍⁠⁠ 100 workers, 53‌ with minor injuries​ and 27 serious.‍‍⁠ And of the‌⁠⁠ 50 elves, 18‍‍ minor injuries. Thanks‌⁠ to your intervention,⁠‌​ no one died.”‍‌

“And​​ the carriages?”

“Out‍​⁠ of 10, 8 fell. 5 were‌ completely destroyed along​ with their cargo.⁠​ The other 3 are in better⁠ condition, but we⁠⁠‌ need to check⁠​ for losses.”

Fernan⁠‌ let out a bitter laugh. He‍‌‍ knew how much⁠‍ everything cost. He‌ had a bad‍​‌ feeling, but for‍⁠ it to actually​‌​ happen…

My‍⁠‍ money… my dear‍‌ and precious money.​⁠ It hurt his‌​‍ soul.

“Hyde,‌⁠‍ send a message.⁠⁠‍ You know what‍‌‍ to say.”

“Yes,⁠‌ of course.”

“Tell⁠​ them to come​‌ as soon as‌‍‌ possible. We can’t‍‌‌ alter the schedule.”​

“They’ve​ been following from⁠ nearby in secret,‌⁠⁠ they won’t be‌‌ long.”

Since‌⁠ they had split⁠‌‍ into many small‌ groups to remain​⁠‍ undetected, gathering them‌‍​ would take time,​ but not much.​‍‍

“What‌​ does that mean?”‍‌

Aria,‌⁠ who had been​‍ quietly listening nearby,‌⁠‍ tilted her head.⁠⁠

“Did‍ you already know‌​ something like this‌⁠ would happen? That​‍ they’d be monsters?”​⁠

“I’d‌‍ already run into‌‌ those corrupted bastards‍‌ before. Just in​‍ case, I prepared‌ for all this.”​‌​

And‍​ that preparation wasn’t‌ limited to reinforcing‌‍ the number of‌ guards and escorts.‍‍

He​‍‌ had duplicated the‌ resources. It was‍​‍ a measure in​⁠‌ case the carriages​‌​ were destroyed and​ supplies lost.

“So…⁠ that means…”

“Reinforcements‍ will arrive with⁠‌‌ exactly the same‍​ resources, the same‌​​ number of guards​⁠‍ and workers, as‍‍ soon as possible.‌‍ We’ll just swap⁠⁠​ everything and continue‍ the expedition like‍‍ nothing happened.”

Luckily,⁠‍ the elves only​⁠ had minor injuries.​

“How‍⁠ long ago did⁠⁠​ you plan all‌‍ this? If nothing‍⁠ happened, it’d be‍ a waste, right?”‍‌‌

“All‌​‍ of this has​​‍ value. It can⁠ be sold anywhere.⁠‍‍ So it’s not⁠ a loss.”

The​ clue had come‍‌‍ from the book‍⁠ of prophecies.

He‌ didn’t know if​⁠‍ this was what‌‍ was destined to‌‌ happen or if⁠‍ he had altered‌⁠ the future with⁠‍ his intervention.

But​ for his family,⁠⁠‍ at least, it‍ was the right‍⁠ move.

“So‍ listen well, Aria.”​​‌

Fernan‌⁠‍ looked her in‍​ the eyes.

“Today,​‌‍ for us…”

Nothing⁠‌‍ happened.

“Absolutely​⁠ nothing happened.”

It‍‍ had to be​ that way. That​‌ was the only​⁠‌ correct answer.

Aria​⁠ didn’t respond immediately.‍‍⁠ She only looked⁠⁠ at her reflection‍ in Fernan’s eyes.⁠‌⁠

Then,⁠ she smiled.

“And‌ why should I do that? The⁠ World Tree’s branch‍ was damaged, the⁠‌‌ resources compromised, and⁠‌⁠ the shipment too.‌‍ That’s all the‌‍ Pellenbergs’ fault, isn’t​‌ it?”

“And?”⁠‍‌

“We,‌‌⁠ on the other‌‍‍ hand, if we‌‍​ claim compensation for⁠ the failure, come⁠‌‌ out ahead.”

Exactly.⁠ That’s why the​‌ incident had to​⁠‌ be buried. To​ minimize losses and​ protect the honor​​ and reputation of‍⁠⁠ the guild.

“With⁠​​ you, it’s never⁠‌​ the easy way.”​​

He‌‌‌ thought that, because⁠​⁠ of the bond‍‍ they forged fighting​ together, maybe he‌ could convince her.‍⁠⁠ But no.

Fernan‍‌ sighed.

“The⁠⁠ Yacht Club invitation.”​‌

“That’s⁠ a bit small,⁠‍ but for now‍​ I’ll take it!”​‍‌

As‌​​ she said, they‌‍ had fought together.‌ That counted.

“Nothing​ happened during the‌ expedition. Right?”

“Exactly.‍⁠​ That’s right.”

Fernan‌‌​ nodded.

***⁠

The​​​ wounded were replaced‍​‍ by new members,⁠ the resources replenished,⁠ and the expedition‌‍​ set out again‌‍‍ as if nothing​ had happened, exactly‌‌​ four days later.⁠⁠

There⁠ were no problems.‍ Just a small‌‌ delay due to⁠ the rain.

“Just​ as the young⁠ master predicted.”

“Those​‍⁠ corrupted bastards weren’t⁠‌ going to pass‍⁠ up an opportunity​ like this.”

“We’ll‌‍⁠ make sure everyone‍‌​ keeps their mouths⁠​​ shut.”

“Same‌‌ here. I was‍‍ paid, so I’ll‌‌ do my part.”​​

There‍‍‍ was no need​‌ to rush the​ pace. They had‍‍⁠ built plenty of⁠ leeway into the‌‍ schedule.

“Don’t​‍ let your guard‌‍‌ down. This might‌‌‍ not be over.”‌⁠⁠

Especially​⁠‍ at sea.

They‍⁠ had already faced‍‍ a disaster at‍​⁠ sea before, so‌‌​ they couldn’t afford⁠​⁠ to be complacent.​⁠​

“Did​ you record everything⁠ properly with the‌‍ recording orb?”

“It‍ was hanging from‍‍ my neck, so‌ it moved a lot, but you​⁠‍ can make out‌​ the monsters.”

“Perfect.‌ Make copies and‌ send one to​‍‍ my father.”

“Understood.”⁠⁠‍

The⁠‌ evidence kept piling​‌​ up. But it⁠ still wasn’t enough.‍​‍ When he had‌​‍ more—and it was‍ conclusive—he planned to‌‍ reveal everything at⁠⁠ the right moment.‌‍​

“What‍‌ is it?”

“It’s​ not about the‍‍ expedition, so stay‌‍ out of it.”‌⁠

“But​ it has to‍​‍ do with the​ corrupted. And we​‍ fought together.”

“And​ just when that‌‍ bond could be‌​ useful, it disappears.​​​ Only shows up⁠‍ when it’s not‌ needed.”

After​⁠ that day, the‍⁠ expedition reached Kaid‍ without further issues.‌

But⁠‌ Fernan didn’t set‌​ sail immediately. Even⁠ though everything was⁠‍‍ ready, he paused‌​​ because of the⁠‍‌ World Tree branch.​

“Now​ it’ll grow properly.”‌‌⁠

He​ dug a hole,‍ placed several elixirs‍ inside, and planted‍ the branch.

By​‍‍ absorbing the elixirs‌‌ and receiving Aria’s‍⁠ direct care, the‍‌⁠ branch began to‌⁠‍ recover its original‌​ form day by‍​‍ day.

“…How‌⁠‌ much the hell​ does this tree‍‍ cost?”

“The​ Mother Tree is‍‌‍ priceless. It’s beyond⁠‌ the value of​ money.”

“But‍⁠‍ the elixirs do‍‍‍ cost.”

Even​​‌ so, it was‌‍‌ cheaper than paying⁠‌‌ a penalty for​ failing the delivery.⁠​ He just had‍ to swallow his​⁠ tears.

“And‌‍‌ just with the⁠​ elixirs it grows⁠⁠​ like this?”

“Of‍ course not. This​ isn’t growth. It’s‍⁠ recovery. Not the​ same thing.”

True.​‌ If all it⁠ took was pouring⁠‍ elixirs on it‍ to make it‍ grow, it wouldn’t⁠‌ be the World‌ Tree. It would⁠‍‍ be a monster.‌

Once​‌⁠ the branch fully​ regained its form,⁠⁠⁠ they boarded three​‍ ships with people⁠​‌ and cargo. The​‌ escort was excessive—ten‍ warships.

“I⁠ don’t like the‍⁠ sea. It’s truly‍ horrible and disgusting.‌‍‌ Ever since I saw how blue​‌⁠ it was, I knew it was‍⁠ a bad sign.”​‌‍

But⁠⁠​ despite her fears,‍ there were no‌⁠‌ major problems.

Except‌ the elves ended⁠‍​ up wrecked, vomiting‌ their souls out‍ like dried squid.⁠‍

“Is‍‌⁠ that why elves‍ hardly ever go‍​‌ to sea?”

“Elves…⁠ don’t get along‍⁠ with the sea…​ Ueeegghk… Too long…!”‌

“And‌‍ you still wanted​⁠‍ an invitation to‌ the Yacht Club?”‍

“That’s‍‍ different!”

Fernan‍‍⁠ stepped back. The⁠‌ drops of vomit​ splattered against a barrier.

“You’re‍​‍ splashing, that’s disgusting.”​

“Who’s‌​​ disgusting… Uuueeghk!?”

“What‍ a pity. When⁠ we get to‍‌​ the academy, you’ll​‍​ have to go‌​ back right away.”‌

“I’m⁠ not going back…‌‌ Ueeghk… I’d rather⁠ go to hell‍⁠​ than get on⁠ another boat.”

The​⁠ faces of the‍⁠ 50 elves were‌‌ pale as death.​‌‍

“Oh,⁠‍ by the way,⁠‌ Aria. I want‍‍‌ to ask you⁠‍ something.”

“A…​ request?”

Aria‍⁠ responded with dead‌‍‍ fish eyes. Fernan⁠⁠‌ frowned at the​‌‍ vomit on the‌⁠ corner of her⁠​‌ mouth.

“No,‌​ forget it. I’ll‌ tell you when​ we get off‍‍​ the ship.”

And​​​ so, a few​‍ days later, the‌ expedition arrived at⁠⁠ the academy’s port.​⁠

‘So​‍ far, everything’s going​‍‌ well.’

Was‍⁠​ this the original‍‍‌ course of the‍‌⁠ prophecy? Or had​​ Fernan managed to⁠⁠⁠ change the future?⁠

Only‌ time would tell.⁠⁠‌

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