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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 49

Chapter 49

“More​ or less, it⁠ was the scenario​​ I expected.”

Quickly⁠‌ taking control of​⁠‍ the team, inciting‍ the other teams,‍‍⁠ and launching a joint attack against​⁠​ the most dangerous⁠ one.

“Only‍‌ the protagonist changed​‍ a little.”

According‍‌‌ to Professor Rosalia,‌‌ the one who​​ should’ve been in‌​‍ Fernan’s place was‌⁠ Ludger.

“Don’t⁠ you think Fernan‍​ isn’t that surprising?”⁠⁠

“Yes,‌​ he is.”

They‌ knew Fernan Pellenberg‍‍ had talent. If​ he didn’t, he​‌‌ wouldn’t be in​⁠ the top ten.‌

But⁠ they’d also noticed​​ he avoided showing​​ off completely or⁠⁠ stepping out front​⁠ openly.

“He’s⁠‌​ not the type‌‍ who enjoys taking‌ the lead so‍​ brazenly.”

“Maybe​ it’s because Luina​‍ is involved this‌‌​ time?”

“If⁠‌‍ it’s not that,⁠ there’s no other‍‍ special reason. Though⁠‌‍ I’m not sure⁠ if Luina is⁠​ that special reason.”‌​

“Then,⁠​‌ as we thought,‍‍ it must be​‍​ one of two‌ things.”

Grad​ and Rosalia returned⁠ to the topic⁠⁠‍ from the last‌‍ practice.

“Either​‌ a burning youthful​⁠​ love in his‍​ twenties…”

“Doesn’t​ seem like Fernan⁠⁠‍ Pellenberg acts on‍ such trivial emotions.”​‌

“Or⁠‍‌ a secret agreement‍‍​ between House Pellenberg‌‍ and House Bercheff.”⁠⁠

“Didn’t⁠ we reach that‍ same conclusion last​‌ time?”

“We‌‍‌ did.”

Grad‍⁠⁠ stroked his chin.⁠‍

“You‍⁠ did that last‌ time too.”

“You⁠‌ remembered? Let those‌ details go.”

Anyway,​​‌ it wasn’t important.​‍

“Whatever​‍‍ those two houses​​⁠ agreed on, it‌ has nothing to‌‍‍ do with me.”​‌​

“Maybe‍​‌ not with us,⁠​ but it does‌‌ with others.”

An‍ agreement between the​ Empire’s richest family‍​ and the northern⁠​‌ house, fallen but‌ in recovery—for any‌⁠⁠ imperial, that couldn’t⁠‍‌ go unnoticed.

“No,‌​⁠ not with us.​ With me.”

“What⁠‍ do you mean?”‌

“You​ really don’t feel‍​ anything? Even if⁠ those two houses⁠​​ join forces?”

“I’m‍ just an academy​ professor.”

“But‌⁠‍ your surname isn’t.‌ And you don’t‌ seem as detached​ as you say.”‌​

Rosalia⁠⁠ looked at him‌ expressionlessly. Grad avoided‌​ her gaze, shrugging.​

“Well,​‍ it’s not something‍​⁠ I need to‍ worry about either.”​‌‌

“…It’s​ begun.”

The⁠​ teams were about​‍‌ to meet on⁠ the battlefield.

***‍‌

49‍​ versus 90.

Numbers⁠​‍ can never be⁠‌‌ ignored.

Considering​⁠ the students were‍‍ evenly distributed among‌⁠‍ the four teams,​​ this battle was‌​ extremely disadvantageous for​ Team 1.

Even‌⁠⁠ so, Ludger believed‌ he could win.‍​

“What⁠ do we do,‌⁠​ Your Highness?”

“Hold​‌‌ the line.”

If‍‍⁠ they didn’t have‌‍⁠ a base, they​‌‍ could retreat while‍‌ scheming something, but‌⁠ right now, they‌⁠‌ had no option‍ but to hold‍ out.

At⁠⁠ least, tactically speaking.​⁠

“Lead​⁠‍ them into the‌⁠​ traps to maximize​ casualties. And don’t‌ even think of​‌ advancing without my‍‌‌ order.”

“Yes,​‌ sir.”

The​​​ good thing was‍ they had basic⁠‍ traps and decent⁠⁠⁠ fortification. And also​‌ that Ludger was‌‌ a prince, so⁠⁠‌ the students followed​ his orders without‍‍​ objection.

“Do​ you think Almon⁠ can do it‍⁠ alone?”

“What‌⁠ do you think?”​⁠​

David‌‍‌ Lippen, 8th in‌ the Knight Department,​ hesitated to answer.‍‌‍

“Frankly,​ I couldn’t beat‍ Almon.”

“Only​⁠‍ you?”

“Except​ for Luina, we’re​‌⁠ all the same.”⁠

Even⁠​​ against her, he​ could only tie,​ not win.

“There’s​⁠ your answer.”

No⁠‍‍ one in the​⁠ Knight Department could‍ beat Almon. Maybe⁠‍‍ the Magic Department‍‍​ had other options,⁠ but if their​​‍ main strength was‍ focused on the‌​ front…

Of​ course, he couldn’t‍ be certain that​​‍ Almon would beat⁠‌ the twenty left‌‍ at the enemy​ base, but at​​‍ least he could⁠ steal the flag.‌

“We​‍ just need to‍‍ buy time.”

“But​​ I can’t stop‌‍ Luina. Nor can⁠‍ Harold, Alia, Doria,​ Gert, or Felkan.”⁠‌

“I‌‌⁠ know. If you‌​ could beat them,‍ you’d be second,⁠ not eighth.”

The‌ Knight Department valued‌‌ real ability over⁠​‍ theory. If you​ could beat them⁠ one-on-one, your rank⁠​ would undoubtedly change.‍​​

“It’ll​ be fine. Luina​ won’t fight seriously​ either.”

“Luina?​‍​ Really?”

“Yes.​⁠​ Fernan won’t either.”⁠‌

Maybe‌‍​ the entire Team‌‍⁠ 3 was faking‌‌ it.

“I​‍​ trust your words,⁠ Your Highness. But‌‌‌ what about the​‌​ others?”

“I’ll‍ take care of⁠⁠ Carlo.”

“Still,‍⁠‌ there are many⁠ enemies left.”

Even⁠​‍ if Team 3 didn’t fight seriously,‍‌‌ there were still​‌‌ Teams 2 and⁠⁠⁠ 4.

And‍⁠ in them, many​​ were stronger than‌ David.

Seven‌ in the Magic⁠⁠ Department, seven in‍​ the Knight Department,‌‍ although direct comparison‌ wasn’t always possible.⁠​

“David.”‌⁠

Ludger​‌ placed both hands‌ on his shoulders.‌‌

“You‌‍ can do this.⁠‍ I’ll handle the​ command. Fight, flee,‍​ do whatever it‌ takes to buy​ time.”

After‍ Almon, David was⁠ the strongest knight‍⁠‍ in Team 1.⁠⁠ His role was‌ crucial.

“David.​ I’m here too.”‌‌

“That’s‍‍​ not comforting at⁠‌‍ all.”

Gin​‍ Brad, his partner​⁠⁠ and fourth in‌‍‍ the Magic Department,‌ chuckled.

“There‌‌ are only three⁠​ second-year mages better⁠‌ than me.”

“And‌‌ two of them⁠‌‍ are on the​ enemy side, just‌⁠‌ like the one‍ ranked right below⁠‌‍ you.”

“Don’t‍‌ worry, David. I was just joking.”‍‌‍

Ludger‌‌ added.

“How⁠ could I not‍ have a plan?”‍

He‌⁠​ smiled.

“I‍⁠‌ already negotiated with​ Team 4. Everything​​ depends on how​ Team 2 reacts.”‌​⁠

Team​ 4 was only‌​⁠ pretending to ally⁠ with Fernan to​‌‌ deceive him.

“You‍‍⁠ don’t mean…?”

“I⁠ was faster, Fernan.”‌

This​‌‍ time, I won’t​ let you take​⁠ first place.

***‍‍

“Stop.”⁠‍

At‌‌​ Fernan’s barely audible‍‍ murmur, the members‌⁠ of Team 3 halted in unison.‍⁠

Fernan⁠⁠‌ unfolded the map​​ and checked their‍ current location.

Team⁠​‍ 1’s camp was‌‌ on the forested⁠ slope of a mountain. A place​ far too ideal‌​​ for ambushes and⁠‍‍ traps.

The‍​‍ other teams weren’t​‌‍ in much different‍‍ positions; they had‍​ been placed there‍ deliberately.

“Why?‌ We still have⁠​ a ways to‌⁠‍ go before reaching‌ the rendezvous point.”​

“We’re‍‌‍ not going.”

“…What?”‍

“Don’t​ tell me from⁠⁠ the start…?”

Fernan​⁠​ nodded.

“In​ war, there’s no⁠ such thing as⁠ cowardice.”

“I​‌​ didn’t say anything.”⁠‍‌

“Your‍​ eyes are cursing.”‍

“…”‌‍

“We’re​⁠ going to attack⁠‌ Team 4 just‍​ as we are.”​​

Of‌‌ all the teams,​‌ Team 3 was‍‍‍ the farthest from‍‌‍ Team 1. Naturally,‌‌‍ the others had​ to arrive first.‍​​

But‌ at the agreed‍⁠‌ point, near Team‍ 1’s camp, no​ one was there.​‍

Everyone​ felt a bad‍​⁠ premonition, except for‌ Fernan, who remained⁠​ calm.

“Then‌ why did we‍ come all the⁠⁠ way here?”

“To​⁠​ confirm something. Only⁠‌‍ a few come‌⁠ with me.”

“Seems‌ like you know​‌⁠ something.”

“Of​‌‍ course. I know‌‌ Ludger well. I can more or‌‍ less predict how‌​‍ he’ll act.”

Fernan‌ moved forward with⁠‍‌ a few, cautiously.​ And then they⁠⁠ saw it. A group gathered at‌​​ the meeting point,‌‍‌ and in the‌‌ distance, a few⁠‌ moving toward Team​‍ 1.

“…Could‌‍ it be…?”

“Surely,⁠‍ yes.”

“Then​ what do we⁠​‍ do? Are we​ done for?”

“Did​ the three teams​ really ally together?”​‌

“They⁠⁠⁠ said they’d work‍⁠ with us…!”

Fernan‍​ pulled out a magic spyglass from⁠‍ his coat. He‍ couldn’t see everything‍‌‍ clearly from afar,⁠‍‌ but it was​ enough to grasp​⁠ the general movements.‌‍

“Now‍‌⁠ do you see‌ why I said​‌‍ we should go‍⁠‌ for Team 4?”⁠​

“But‍‌‌ will stealing an​⁠ empty base work?‌​​ If we don’t⁠​ show up, they’ll‍​ know something’s wrong‌⁠‌ too.”

“What‍​ I just saw‍⁠ was that everyone​‍ in the top‌‍​ 10 was there.‌ They likely planned⁠ to eliminate an‌⁠‌ unguarded team… but⁠ if you think‌‍‍ about it the⁠‍‍ other way around…”‍

“It’s‌ completely empty…?”

“It’s‍​ not a bad⁠ idea. No, in‍⁠ fact, it’s a good one.”

The‍​ students shouted.

“Then⁠‌​ what are we​ doing here?! Let’s‌​ go already!”

***​

“Don’t‍​ move.”

Almon‍ smiled calmly.

In‌ front of him​ was the flag.‌⁠ Team 4’s flag,‍ clearly marked with⁠ the number four.‌⁠ If he took‌ it, Team 4 would be eliminated.‌⁠​

“…Calm‍ down, Almon. Let’s‌​‌ talk first.”

“Yeah,‌​ don’t you think⁠ this isn’t right…”​⁠​

The​‌‌ members of Team‌⁠⁠ 4 tried to‍‍ reason with him​‌ calmly.

‘Damn​⁠ it, how did⁠​​ they manage to​‌ send Almon here?’‍‍‌

‘Why‌‍ to us of​ all teams…?’

‘How‌‌ do you stop⁠ someone like him,‌ charging straight through?⁠⁠ He’s a monster.’‌‍

Though‌‍​ they realized it⁠‍ late, they did​⁠ the best they‍ could. They attacked⁠​ with magic, and​ the knights tried​‌ to block him.‍

But‍​​ Almon blocked all​​ the magic and⁠​ took out two‍‍⁠ knights. Then he⁠​‌ charged straight through⁠‌‍ the formation and‍‌ stood before the​⁠‌ flag.

‘If‌ only Harold or​⁠⁠ Doria were here…’​

The⁠⁠‍ gap between those​ in the top‍⁠​ 10 and those​ outside was bigger‌​​ than they thought.‌⁠‌ If those two​​ had been here,​‍ it wouldn’t have‍‍ been so easy‌‍ to break through‌‍ the defense.

“You’re‍‍​ the ones who‍⁠ cheated, excluding us⁠⁠ from the start.”‌‌

“Ah,⁠⁠​ no…!”

“Yes!”⁠‍

Almon​⁠‍ yanked the flag.⁠

In​ that instant.

Fwoosh!‍⁠‌

A wave of mana​‌ spread from the‍ flag across the⁠ entire field, and⁠​ all of Team⁠‌ 4’s maps began‌ to burn.

All,‍‍ eliminated.

“…Ah.”​

“We’re​‌ out just like​ that?”

“No​⁠ way…”

“No!⁠ It’s all Harold’s‌⁠ fault! He said‌​​ if we all​ attacked together we’d⁠⁠ take him down​‍⁠ first!”

The​⁠ eliminated students slumped‍‍‍ to the ground‍ with disbelief on‍ their faces.

“Good.⁠ I didn’t disappoint​⁠ His Highness.”

Seeing‌ the defeated group,‌‌ Almon gave a satisfied smile.

The​⁠‌ cost in aura‍ had been high,⁠‍‍ and he had​ a few scratches,⁠‌‌ but it was⁠‌​ worth it for​ the result.

Or​​⁠ so he thought.⁠​

“It’s​​​ been a while.‍​ Hasn’t it, Almon?”⁠⁠

If⁠ only he hadn’t‍‍‍ suddenly been surrounded.‍​

And⁠​ if the person‍⁠‍ at the front‍​‍ weren’t Luina—the only‌ one among the‌‌‌ second years who⁠​ made him nervous.‌⁠

And⁠ if Fernan Pellenberg‍ weren’t behind her​⁠ with a mocking​‍ smile.

“…Luina?⁠ Fernan? How…?”

“That‍⁠ means, no matter⁠ how far you⁠⁠ run, you can’t‍ escape my hand.⁠​⁠ Thanks for doing‍ the job for⁠​ us.”

“Weren’t⁠ you going to‌ attack us?”

“Yeah,‍‌‍ but Ludger also​​‌ moved his pieces.​​‍ So we decided‌‍⁠ to take out⁠⁠ another team first.⁠‌ And thanks to​‌ you, the work’s​‍ already done.”

“…And‍‌ why here, of‌‌ all places?”

“Because‌‌‌ if I were‌‌⁠ Ludger, I’d have‍​⁠ done the same.”​⁠

Team​⁠‌ 2 had Carlo‍ Deneb. One backed⁠⁠⁠ by the imperial‍ family. Ludger likely⁠ thought that by​‍ eliminating Team 4,⁠ he could easily⁠ finish off Team​‌ 3 with Team​‍‍ 2. And who‌​ would he send⁠ for that?

Someone​​ he trusted, the‍‌⁠ strongest one, capable​ of securing the‌‌ flag. Fernan was‍⁠ sure it would‍⁠ be Almon.

But‍ since it was‍⁠‍ confidential information, he‌ hadn’t said it‍‍ out loud.

“Pure⁠ coincidence.”

“Haah…!”‍​

Trying‍​ to find an‍ escape, Almon charged.‌​⁠ But he didn’t⁠‌​ make it.

“Where‌​⁠ do you think‍‍​ you’re going?”

“…Luina.‍ You’re a noble​​‍ knight. Are you‍‌ really going to‌‌ take part in‌​‍ something this cowardly?”‌

“Says​‌ the one who‌⁠ snuck in and⁠ stole a flag.”​‍

“It‌ was a direct,⁠​‌ fair attack.”

“…In​ war, what matters⁠​‍ is winning.”

“And​⁠​ that’s why you’re‌‌​ planning a group‌ ambush?”

Luina‌‌ looked away.

“Capture‍ him.”

At​ Fernan’s command,

Fwoosh!‍​‍

Almon’s‍⁠‌ map ignited.

“…Hmm?”​‌‌

And⁠‌ so did Ludger’s,‌ who had been⁠ following Almon after​⁠ noticing Fernan hadn’t⁠ shown up.

“…Tch.‍⁠⁠ Fernan, you damned⁠ bastard.”

There’s⁠​‌ nothing likable about​ you.

Ludger⁠ clenched his teeth.‍‍‍

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