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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 5

Chapter 5

“I⁠ must go to​ Pellenberg immediately.”

“Right‍ now, sir?”

“Yes.”‌

[You’ve⁠ been possessed by‌ a demon.]

The‌​‍ Duke of Pellenberg’s⁠ reply had been​⁠​ short and concise.‍‌​ But that only‌ made it hit‍‌​ harder.

So‌⁠ hard, in fact,​‌⁠ that Fernan couldn’t‌ stay still without‍ doing something immediately.⁠

“The⁠‍ entrance ceremony you’ve‍​ been so looking​⁠ forward to is​‌ in two days.​‍‌ Didn’t you say‍‍ you’d attend to​‌⁠ personally observe the‍ new students?”

“Listen​ carefully, Hyde. Everything‌ has its time.‌‌‍ A time to​‌​ buy and a time to sell.​‍ A time to​‌‌ make money and‌‍ a time to‍ spend it. Everything‍ is about timing.”‌‍

A short answer. But‌ even with just‍​‍ that, Fernan could‌ already guess.

“If⁠ I waste time‍​ now, Father might⁠ excommunicate me.”

“Surely‌‍⁠ not to that‍‍​ extent…”

The‍ servant, who had⁠​ been shaking his​‍ head, went silent.⁠‍​

“Now⁠ that I think⁠ about it, it⁠‌​ was a serious‌ overstep. It was,‌ essentially, directly going⁠ against His Grace’s​⁠ will.”

It⁠​ could have been⁠‌ dismissed as the‌ reckless overreach of​ an ignorant son.‍

Pellenberg​ had the authority‌ to make that​⁠‍ possible, regardless of‌⁠ what others said.⁠

But‍ even so, the​ process would inevitably⁠⁠​ stain the Duke’s‍​ reputation and trustworthiness.‍⁠

And‍ for a merchant,​‍ breaking trust was‌ a fatal blow‍‍​ above all else.⁠

“To​‌ be honest, even​​ I couldn’t believe‌‌ you suddenly made​ such a decision⁠ unless you were​ under some kind​⁠‌ of spell.”

He‌⁠ was under a spell. Not from‍​‌ a demon or​⁠ a devil—but from⁠‍ a Book of‍ Prophecy.

“But⁠⁠ didn’t you have‍ a purpose behind​​⁠ your decision? If‌ you explain it‌​⁠ properly to the⁠‍ Duke, wouldn’t he​⁠ understand?”

“…”​

He‍​⁠ couldn’t say it.⁠⁠

What‍ would happen if​‍ he said he​‍‍ received a Book‍‍‍ of Prophecies?

‘At​‍ first, he’ll be​​ curious and ask‌ me to bring​‌⁠ it.’

The‌ Duke of Pellenberg‌‍‌ was an open-minded‌ man, willing to‌ do anything if⁠⁠‌ it meant making​ money.

However,​ solid proof and‍ thorough verification were⁠​ essential.

‘If‍ I say it’s‌‌​ all in my‌​​ head, he’ll just‍‌ say I’m a deluded merchant dragging​⁠ the family into​‍⁠ ruin.’

Of‍‌‌ course, he might‍ give Fernan a chance and try​⁠ to verify it,​​ no matter how‌ slim the possibility.‌​‍

But‍‍ most of the⁠ prophecy in Fernan’s⁠‌ mind involved events‍​‌ related to Aint‍‌⁠ Armian and the‌ academy. That alone⁠⁠ would never convince⁠ the Duke.

‘The⁠‍ only part mentioned‌ outside the academy‌‌ was…’

Fernan​ bit his lip.‍ A detail that⁠‌ had barely slipped‌ by—but fortunately, it‌​ involved money.

“There’s‍⁠​ no choice but‌​‌ to take the‌⁠ risk.”

That’s‍ investment.

You​​‍ invest after thorough‌​ research and verification,​ but in this‌‌‍ world, nothing is​ 100% certain.

People‌⁠ dress it up‍⁠‍ with the pretty‌⁠‍ word “investment,” but‍​ in essence, it’s​ just a kind​​ of high-stakes gamble.‍​

“I’ve‍‌⁠ thought of a good method.”

“May‌‌⁠ I ask what‍‌‍ it is?”

“The‍​ pufferfish tactic.”

“The​‌ pufferfish tactic…”

The​‌ pufferfish is a type of fish‌ known for its‌‍⁠ deadly poison and‌‍ its ability to​ puff up by​‍​ sucking in air‍ or water when​ threatened.

“You’re‌‍ saying you’ll poison​⁠ the Duke? That’s‍​ insane!”

“How​ did you even⁠​ get to that​​ conclusion?”

“If⁠ not that…”

The‌‍‍ servant hesitated.

“Are⁠‌​ you going to‍ deceive the Duke?”​​​

“It’s⁠‌‍ not a bluff.”⁠‌⁠

“Then​⁠​ what is it?”​‍

“Forget‌ it. Just prepare‌⁠‌ a ship.”

Fernan⁠⁠ deliberately avoided the‌‌‌ servant’s gaze.

***‌​

“The​‌​ Young Master has​‍‌ arrived.”

“Bring​ him in at‌​ once.”

“Yes,⁠⁠‍ sir.”

The​⁠‍ butler stepped out.‌

Crunch,​​ crunch.

The‌ hand of the‌ man who had‍ been signing papers​ halted. He turned‍​ to look out​⁠ the window and‌ saw his son​⁠​ exiting the carriage.⁠

He‍ looks sane. He’d‍‍ thought his son⁠‍‌ was mad for⁠‍‌ taking some strange‍ drug.

That‍ made it worse.⁠​ It meant he’d‌‍ tried to ruin​ the family with‌‍‍ a clear head.‌‌‌

He’s‌​‍ possessed by a demon. No doubt,‌ he is possessed.​ That demon who⁠‍‍ killed the First⁠⁠ Emperor must have​ returned.

There‍ was no other​ way to explain​ why a man‍​ who had once​ been sane would‍⁠ do something so‍ mad.

Knock,​‍ knock.

“Duke,​‌​ Young Master Fernan‍‍⁠ has arrived.”

Snapped​ out of his​‍ thoughts momentarily, the‍​ butler opened the​‌​ door.

The‌⁠ son—whom he hadn’t‌ seen in nearly‍ a month—entered slowly.⁠‍​ He didn’t seem​‌‍ especially nervous. Rather‍ than demonic, he‍ seemed like someone⁠⁠​ holding an ace‍‍ up his sleeve.‍⁠

The⁠⁠​ butler closed the‌ door and stood‍ firm.

“I’ve​​ come to speak⁠‍‌ with you, Father.”⁠‍⁠

“Then‍‌⁠ explain it to⁠‌ me.”

The‍ Duke murmured in​‍ a low voice,‌‌ still absorbed by​ his paperwork.

All‍ the nobles of‌⁠ the Empire knew:⁠‍ if the Frontier‌​‍ Count collapsed, the‌⁠ northern front of‍⁠ the Empire would​‍⁠ fall. Support was⁠‌ ongoing, and Bercheff⁠‍ was rebuilding.

What‍‌‍ once seemed like​​ pouring water into​‌​ a bottomless bucket​ no longer was.​ The Bercheff family‍⁠‌ was making gradual​​⁠ progress, and now⁠ they only needed‍ time—just time.

“I‌ gradually interrupted Imperial‍​‍ support to deny​ it at the‍ right moment, and‌ made Bercheff borrow‌ money from us.”⁠‌

The⁠‍‍ interest was meant‌​ to delay their⁠​​ recovery and ultimately⁠ prevent them from‍ paying the principal.‍‍‍ Once the situation​⁠⁠ had developed sufficiently,⁠⁠​ he planned to​​ demand their secret⁠‌⁠ sword technique in​ exchange for the​‍​ debt.

But​ then his son⁠‍ ruined everything.

“That⁠ was our first‌ and last opportunity.”‌‍

Given‌⁠ Bercheff’s latent strength,⁠‌ it was obvious‌​ such an opportunity‌ would never come‍ again unless the⁠​​ world ended.

“Why⁠‍ did you do​‍ it?”

“I​ decided to make⁠ a better investment.”‌​‍

“Better‍‍ than a secret‍‌‌ sword technique from​ a count’s family‍​ that has defended‌‌‌ the Empire’s north‍​ for a thousand‍​⁠ years?”

“…I‍ can’t tell you.”​‌⁠

“…Fernan.”​‍

The⁠​‍ Duke’s hand froze.‍‍ His frown tightened‍ at the tone,‍‍⁠ like a crying‌⁠ child.

“This‌ isn’t a polite​ request. You’re not‌​ the heir right⁠ now; you’re a criminal and a scoundrel who attempted‍​​ to squander the⁠ family fortune.”

“I​⁠ will return with‍‍ much greater profits.”⁠​‍

“Can​‍ you guarantee it?”⁠⁠‍

“Yes.”​‌⁠

But​‍​ seeing Fernan’s resolute⁠ gaze, the Duke‌⁠​ reconsidered somewhat.

He‌ knew his son⁠⁠ better than anyone.⁠ He wasn’t rash.‍‌⁠ And if he‍​‌ acted this way,‍⁠⁠ there had to​ be a valid‌‌‍ reason.

The⁠‍​ Duke had raised‌​⁠ him to be‌‌ so. He realized‍‌ his son was‌‍ hiding something.

“Then⁠ I ask again.​‍​ Where does that⁠ confidence come from?‌⁠‌ What did you‌ invest in, and​​ what is the​‌​ origin of your‍ faith in it?”‌

“…I⁠ still can’t answer‌​ that.”

“Unbelievable.​⁠ I never raised‌ you to be‍ so reckless.”

What‍‌⁠ could it be?⁠‍‍ The Duke increased⁠‌ the pressure, trying⁠ to probe his​⁠​ son’s thoughts. He​‍ saw Fernan stifle​ a groan.

“Did​​ you fall in​ love with Luina‍ Bercheff or something?”‌

He⁠​⁠ tossed out the‍‌‌ bait.

“No.‍⁠‌ I’m not foolish‍⁠‌ enough to throw​​ away money blinded‍ by love.”

“Then‍ why can’t you‌ give me a reason after pulling​‌ off such a stunt?”

“The‍‍⁠ Arus Mountains.”

“The⁠​ Arus Mountains?”

“In‍​‍ the western mountains‍ of Arus, within⁠‌ the dominion of​‌ the Viscount of‌ Donets, there’s an‍‌ undiscovered mana-stone mine.​ It’s quite large.‌⁠‍ In the long‍‍ run, it should‍ be enough to‌ offset some of‌⁠ Bercheff’s losses.”

“A‍‌‍ mana-stone mine?”

Mana⁠‍‌ stones are minerals‌​⁠ infused with mana—some​ of the most‍‌‍ precious minerals. Naturally,​ they mean money.⁠⁠ A lot.

If⁠‌⁠ what he said⁠‌ was true, this‍​ was a great‌‍ opportunity. But it‍​​ was hard to​​ believe so easily.‍​

“You‍‍ discovered something the​ Donets family didn’t‌ discover?”

“You⁠ know, I have‌ a private intelligence‌​ network I operate.”‍‍​

“I‍ don’t consider it⁠‍ superior to ours.‌ They’re basically children⁠‌‌ playing spy.”

“Well,‌‍‌ children like digging‍ in the dirt⁠‌ when they play.⁠​ Sometimes, they get‍⁠ lucky and unearth‌ a lost coin.”‍​

Fernan‌⁠⁠ shrugged. His sly⁠ attitude was fitting​‍‍ for a merchant.‌⁠‌

“Recently,​⁠ a typhoon sank‍ a ship from‍‍ the Donets Merchant​⁠ Fleet. Their finances‌⁠⁠ are precarious. If​​‍ we exploit that‍ vulnerability, we have‍‍ room to maneuver.”​​‌

“So,⁠ what? You’re telling‌‌ me to stop​​‍ asking and take‍‌ the bait?”

“That’s​‍ not all…”

“A‌⁠‌ mana-stone mine, huh?”‌​

His‍ tone was gruff,⁠‌ but he seemed​​⁠ pleased. A deal.⁠‌ When approached in​​‍ business terms, it​‌⁠ was right to⁠ respond the same​ way.

“If‌⁠ what you say⁠​‍ is true, it​⁠⁠ could offset the⁠ damage you’ve caused.‍⁠​ For now, I’ll⁠ investigate and verify⁠‌‍ if you’re telling⁠‌‍ the truth.”

“Thank‌⁠ you.”

“This​​ will take time,⁠ so for now,‌ return to the⁠‍ Academy and focus‍​‌ on your studies.‌‌ I’ll call you‌‍​ again when I have results.”

“Yes,‌ Father.”

“Oh,⁠ and it’s late.⁠‍‌ Stay the night.‌ We’ll dine together‌​ shortly.”

“Yes,‍​‍ Father.”

His‍⁠ son bowed and‍‍ departed. The Duke‍​ turned to the‌‍‍ butler and asked:​

“What⁠​ do you think?”‌⁠‍

“To⁠‌⁠ steer negotiations with‍‍‌ His Grace, he’s‍​‍ become quite the⁠‍‌ merchant.”

“Have⁠‍ you ever heard‍‌‌ rumors of a mana-stone mine in​‌ the Arus Mountains?”​⁠⁠

“No,⁠ sir.”

“And‌​⁠ Fernan knew something‍ even the Black‍​​ Turtle couldn’t discover?”⁠‍

This​‌⁠ was the decisive⁠‌ reason the Duke‍‌ accepted his bold⁠ proposal.

The​ Pellenberg Duchy possessed‍ vast intelligence networks‌​ across the Empire‌⁠ (and even the​⁠​ continent), but they⁠‌ had never heard‌‍ of a mana-stone​⁠ mine in the⁠‌‍ Arus Mountains.

“…It⁠ is certainly unexpected.”​​

“Yet,​ he is not⁠‌‍ the kind of‍⁠ fool to lie‍‍ about something that⁠ could be revealed‍ immediately just to⁠⁠‌ get out of​ trouble.”

“Indeed.‍ The Young Master‌ would never do​ something like that.”⁠​

“Also​ look into the‍ Golden Pillar.”

The‍⁠ Golden Pillar was​ a personal intelligence‍ network that Fernan‌‍ Pellenberg had begun​‌ building since youth.‍​

The​‌ Duke believed he‍‌‌ knew everything, but⁠‍‍ apparently he did⁠ not.

“Fernan⁠⁠​ is impressive—and a bit disappointing.”

“Apologies.‍ I will restructure‍​‌ the network.”

“Do​‌ so. But first,‌ send someone to​‌‌ Donets County to​‌ inspect the Arus‍‌ Mountains. Make sure‌ the Viscount’s people‌​‌ don’t notice.”

“Yes,‌‌⁠ sir.”

The‌​‍ butler bowed deeply.⁠​

“And‌ find out about‌‌ Luina Bercheff. I want every detail‌ about how she‌ managed to seduce‍‍ an iron block‌​ like Fernan.”

“You‌⁠⁠ mean Young Master​‍ is in love​⁠ with Luina Bercheff?”​⁠‌

“He’s‍‌ not the type‌​ to invest without​​ motive. And if‌‍ there is one,‍ he never hesitates⁠ to express it.​​ However, despite investing,‍​⁠ he couldn’t explain‍‌‍ why. That only⁠​ means something else‍ clouded his judgment.”​‍

“Rather‌​ than confess, he‌‍⁠ chose negotiation. Probably​ out of pride,⁠​‍ or maybe because‌‍ there was something​ else he couldn’t‌‍⁠ reveal at all.”⁠​⁠

It‍‌‍ was unusual for⁠‌ his son to⁠​‍ offer a mana-stone⁠‌⁠ mine simply out⁠‌ of pride.

A youthful love affair‍​⁠ might be sufficient‍ explanation. In retrospect⁠⁠ it seems trivial,⁠ but at the​⁠​ time it felt​​ like the whole‍​​ world.

“Yes,‍ sir.”

“Call⁠‍‍ Hyde as he‍ leaves. I have⁠‍‌ questions for him.”⁠

Hyde⁠‍ was Fernan’s assistant⁠ and close aide.‌‌

The‍​ butler left. The​​ Duke twirled his⁠‌‍ pen thoughtfully.

“Fernan‍​ has always been‌​​ obsessed with minerals‍⁠ and their potential⁠‍ to generate great​ wealth.”

He⁠⁠ had scolded the​‌‌ butler but didn’t​ believe the Black⁠⁠‍ Turtle’s intelligence had⁠‍ failed.

The‍ continent was vast,‍ and hidden mana-stone‍​‌ mines were plentiful.‍⁠ Even the Black​ Turtle couldn’t detect‌​ them all.

Still,​‍​ he believed organizations‍​ only kept value‍ when kept alert‍ by pressure and‌ constant expectations.

“If‌​​ the organization has⁠‍ grown beyond expectations​​ in mining and‌ minerals…”

The‌⁠‍ Duke’s lips curved⁠⁠ slightly in amusement⁠⁠​ at his son’s‌‍ unexpected growth.

“I⁠‍​ won’t ask about‌‌‌ the secret you’re⁠‍ hiding—at least, not⁠⁠ yet.”

This⁠​‌ was a business​​​ transaction. If the‍​‌ returns suffice, there’s‌ no need to⁠​​ dig further.

All‌‌‌ this was supported‌⁠ by the fundamental‌‍‌ trust that Fernan‌​‌ would not harm‍‌ the family.

“What‌​ could it be…⁠​​ something a man⁠⁠​ who loves money⁠⁠‌ more than I would choose instead⁠‍ of money?”

Love‌ probably played a major role, but​‌ it couldn’t be​ the whole story.⁠⁠‌

“I‌‍⁠ must discover that⁠ too.”

He⁠‌⁠ had said he‌⁠ wouldn’t ask—but that⁠‍​ didn’t mean he‍ wouldn’t find out‍ himself.

***⁠

“Did​‌ it go well?”⁠⁠​

Fernan‍ sighed in relief⁠​‌ upon leaving the‌‌ Duke’s study.

The⁠‌⁠ mine is real.‍ Father will no​‌⁠ doubt accept the⁠⁠⁠ deal.

Duke​⁠​ Pellenberg was practical.‍​⁠ He would never‍ refuse a pile⁠ of gold before‍ him.

“It​‍ seems I’ve quenched​​‍ the worst of‍ the fire…”

He⁠‌‍ felt like he’d⁠​​ lost ten years⁠‌ of his life.​‌‍ His father would​⁠‌ surely investigate the​​‌ Golden Pillar.

He⁠ probably already had‍‌‍ an inkling of​ everything, but this⁠ incident would make⁠‌⁠ him wonder if‌ there were parts‌⁠⁠ he hadn’t discovered.​

“To‍⁠‍ delay being discovered,⁠‍‌ I need at⁠‍ least to act‌‍ as if I have something else‌​‌ going on.”

Everything‌⁠​ beyond the bare‍ minimum at the‍ Academy had to‍‍ be dispatched elsewhere.​‍

Make‍ it seem as​ if activities were​‌ happening across the‌⁠ entire continent.

Meanwhile,​ he would try⁠ to recall as‌​ much of the‌‍‍ prophecy as he​​​ could and use‌​ it to plant⁠ more bait.

Family‍‌ matters could wait.⁠​‍ For now, Aint‍‍⁠ was the priority.‌⁠⁠ As soon as​ the semester began,‌ a significant event​‍ would happen.

Fernan‌‌​ grabbed his head,⁠⁠⁠ trying to remember⁠‍​ the prophecy.

***‌

The‍‌ victor! It’s Armian!‍‍

The‍ referee, after checking​ the condition of‌‌ the fallen cadet,‌ raised the flag⁠‍‌ to signal the‍ end of the‌⁠⁠ match.

At​‌​ his declaration, the‌ crowd erupted in​​ cheers.

“He⁠ won!”

“Aint‌ Armian hasn’t been​ defeated!”

The‌​‍ moment when Aint‍‍‌ Armian truly began​ to shine.

“I‌‌ need to see⁠⁠ this for myself.”⁠

Hearing‌‍ about it later​ or following from‍ behind wouldn’t be‍‌⁠ the same as‍⁠ witnessing it with‍ your own eyes.​

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