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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 50

Chapter 50

After‍ Almon and Ludger’s‌ elimination, the situation‌‍‌ resolved more easily⁠ than expected.

“This‍⁠​ isn’t the time⁠⁠​ for infighting. If​‌ Fernan and Luina⁠​ took out Almon,‍ then they’re the⁠⁠⁠ ones in the‌ lead right now.”​⁠

Under‍ Carlo’s leadership, the‌‌⁠ remaining members of⁠‍ Group 1 and​‍ Group 2 allied​⁠ and launched a direct assault on⁠⁠ Group 3’s formation.⁠

However,⁠‌ just after they​‌​ left behind a small number of⁠ people, Group 3,‍‌​ who had rushed‍ back as quickly​​ as possible after​​​ eliminating Almon, launched‌ an assault on⁠‌ the formation.

“Fernan?‍ Luina?”

“What‌ are you doing⁠​ here?”

“Our⁠ team is attacking‍⁠‌ your base right⁠⁠⁠ now!”

“We⁠​ know. That’s exactly‍‌ why we’re here.”​⁠

Capturing⁠ Group 1’s flag—completely‍​ unguarded—was even easier⁠⁠‍ than expected.

“Let’s‌⁠‌ head back to⁠ our formation.”

The​‌‍ timing was perfect.⁠

Dozens‍ of lightning bolts⁠⁠ crashed down endlessly,‌⁠ and with the‍ students’ fierce onslaught,​ the formation was​‌ practically in ruins.​‍​

Many​ had already been​ eliminated.

“Fernan…!”‌‌

Carlo,‌ leader of Group​​ 2, clenched his‍‍⁠ teeth tightly.

“Damn‍ coward…!”

“I​‌ don’t think you’re⁠​ any better.”

“I⁠‌‍ challenge you to‌‍ a one-on-one magical⁠ duel! If you’re‍⁠‍ truly an honorable‌‌​ mage, you’ll accept.”⁠

“I‍⁠‌ think you’re a bit confused.”

Fernan‍‌ shrugged.

“I’m‍‌‌ not a mage.‍‌ I’m a merchant.⁠ And a decent⁠⁠ merchant always seeks⁠‌‍ efficiency.”

In⁠ other words, he​⁠‌ had no intention‌ whatsoever of dueling⁠​ Carlo Deneb one-on-one.‌

“Luina.”​‍

Zaaap!‍⁠​

With‌⁠ a thunderous crash,​​⁠ the magic barrier⁠​ protecting Carlo trembled.⁠ A bolt of‌‌​ lightning struck—but was‌​ blocked by a suddenly raised rock.‌

The‌⁠‍ battle had begun.‌‍

***⁠‌⁠

The​​‍ ideal cooperation between​⁠ a knight and⁠‌ a mage consists⁠‌‍ of the knight⁠ holding the front‌⁠‌ while the mage​ casts spells from‍‍‌ behind.

A simple yet powerful​ combination.

But‌​ because of that​⁠​ simplicity, if the‍⁠‍ frontline fails, the‌‌ whole thing falls‍​ apart quickly.

Group‌ 2 had the​⁠ best mage in‌‍​ the faculty, but‌ unfortunately, they didn’t‌⁠⁠ have a knight‌‍​ strong enough to‍‌‍ stop Luina.

And‌​‍ Carlo couldn’t handle​‍⁠ Luina personally—not with​ Fernan persistently interfering‍‍‍ and getting in⁠‌ the way.

A chaotic battle broke​‍ out, and in​ that type of​⁠ clash, knights had‍​‍ the advantage over​​ mages. Additionally, Group⁠ 2 had left‌‌ part of their⁠ team guarding their⁠‍​ formation, so they‍ were outnumbered.

In​​​ the end, Carlo​ was forced to‍⁠ retreat, losing four‍​‌ teammates in the⁠‍​ process.

“Should‌⁠ we chase them?”​

“Wait.⁠⁠‍ Let’s take a moment to regroup.”‌​

From‍⁠‌ Group 3 to‍ Group 1, then‍ to Group 4.⁠‌ Now back to​‌‌ Group 1, then​ again to Group‌⁠‍ 3.

They‌ had fought fiercely‍‍ at each stage.​ Most were exhausted.‍​‌ A short rest‌​‍ was necessary.

“What‌ if we give⁠⁠ them time to‌ recover? Wouldn’t that‍ be a problem?”​​‌

“We’ll​ have to accept‍‌ it.”

After‍ all, if they‌‌⁠ chased them now,⁠‌‍ they’d suffer too.‍‌

Besides,​ some of their‌ own had stayed‍ behind and were⁠ rested in the‌‍⁠ formation.

After​​​ sending out a small scouting party,‌‌ Fernan and his⁠⁠‌ team rested for‍‌‍ about twenty minutes,​ then held a strategy meeting.

“What‌‍ should we do?”‌‍‌

“There’s​‍‍ no need for​ us to go,⁠‍ right?”

“Yeah.​ Defending our formation‍‍⁠ gives us the‍⁠ advantage. No need⁠​​ to take risks.”‍​​

“What‌​⁠ if they don’t​⁠ move either?”

“Then‌ it becomes a battle of patience.”‍​‌

No​‌ one wanted to‌ charge into enemy⁠​‌ territory on their‌​​ own. Fernan agreed.⁠

“Then​ for now, let’s​⁠‌ reinforce our defenses…”⁠‌

At⁠ that moment, a message appeared on‍ all maps:

【Some‍⁠ rules have been‌​ changed.
First, the battlefield​‌ will shrink.
Second, the flag⁠​‍ will be assigned‌⁠‍ to a member.​⁠‌ If that bearer‍‌ is eliminated, the‍‍ entire team is⁠ eliminated.】

The‌ area on the‌‌ maps began shrinking‍‌ rapidly.

【You’ve‍⁠‍ exited the battlefield.‌​⁠ Return within the​‍‌ time limit.】

【Time‌⁠ remaining: 30:00】

“Seems​ we weren’t the‌ only ones thinking⁠ that.”

“……”⁠‌‌

“……”‍

“Well,‍⁠⁠ first we need‍⁠​ to decide who​‍⁠ will carry the⁠ flag.”

***⁠‌‍

He‌ was unlucky.

The​‌​ reduced field was‍ formed slightly closer​ to Group 2’s⁠‌‌ formation, and the⁠⁠‌ exhausted members had​ to move immediately​​​ without any rest.⁠⁠

Those​ small setbacks added⁠​​ up and worked​ against Fernan.

“I’ve‌⁠‌ been waiting for⁠ you, Fernan.”

Fernan,‍‌ who had assigned‍ Gert Grotz as​ flag bearer and⁠ moved with his‍ teammates, ran into​ the enemy who⁠‍ had already set⁠​ up their formation.​​​

“Did​ you know, Fernan?​ First place is‍‍‌ mine, not yours.”‍

He‍‌⁠ should have realized⁠‌‍ earlier that Carlo’s‌ meaningless talk was⁠ only to buy‌ time.

“I‍​ never said I was first.”

“Yes.‍‍ You’ve always been‌‍‍ like that. With​ that calm gaze,‍‍ like you know⁠​‍ everything from behind​ the scenes.”

Carlo’s​‌ eyes glowed intensely.‍‍

“But‌ this time you‍ won’t be so‌ composed.”

He​‍​ raised his staff.⁠​‌

“This‍‍‌ time, I’ve won.‌‌‍ You’ve walked straight​ into your grave.”​

Twenty‌ mages stood beside‍ him.

“A‍ grave? Don’t be​ ridiculous…”

Fernan‍ laughed as he‍ sensed the massive‌ flow of mana⁠‌⁠ building around Carlo.⁠‍

No‌⁠ one in Group‌‍‌ 2 could manipulate‍ that much mana​ alone. That could‍ only mean one‍‌‌ thing.

“Combined​‍ magic?”

A technique where mages‍‍ link through a magic circle to‍‌ amplify a spell.⁠​​

The⁠ more mages involved‌​ and the more‌⁠ mana used, the‌⁠ more powerful it‍‌ became. But it​​ came with drawbacks.⁠​​

It⁠​ required a complex​⁠ system of calculations,⁠ formulas, and an​‌‌ elaborate circle, and‍⁠ the participants would⁠‍‌ be left heavily‍ drained.

“Sure,​ it’s time to⁠⁠⁠ end this, right?”‍‌⁠

That’s‌ why it wasn’t⁠ a good spell⁠⁠ for a multi-team‍ competition. Unless there‍ were only two​ teams left—like now.⁠⁠

“What‌ a shame… we’ve⁠‌ already spotted you.”​‌⁠

Also,‌‌⁠ combined magic needed⁠ time to activate.‌ That meant the‌‌​ spell hadn’t been‌‌ released yet.

“Luina,‍ stop them!”

“You​‌ shall not pass!”⁠⁠​

Clang!‌‍

Luina’s⁠⁠⁠ sword, rushing at⁠‌‌ Carlo, was blocked​ by Alia.

“Attack!”​‌

“Kill​​​ them all!”

“Combined​⁠ magic? What kind⁠‍‌ of trap is‌‍ this?!”

The‌‌‌ students charged into⁠‌ battle. They clashed⁠⁠ with Group 2’s‌ defensive line. At‍ first, it looked‌‍ like an even‌‍⁠ match—but it soon​ tilted.

Naturally—some‍⁠⁠ mages were occupied‍​‍ with preparing the⁠‍‌ combined magic.

But⁠‌‍ then, something Fernan​‍ hadn’t foreseen happened.​​​

“Everyone​⁠⁠ back!”

The⁠‌ combined magic activated⁠⁠⁠ much sooner than​‌ he’d calculated.

“…How​​ is that possible?”‌‍‍

“Mana‌ crystals aren’t yours‌‌ alone.”

“Spread​ out!”

Fernan⁠ struck the ground⁠⁠‌ with his staff.‍​ Mana waves surged⁠ across the terrain.​‍

Rrrrumble!⁠

The‌ field shook like‌ an earthquake. Massive‌⁠‍ walls of rock‌​⁠ rose one after‌‌ another.

Fernan‍‌‌ gulped down a mana potion and‍ summoned more earth.‌​

Meanwhile,‍‍ massive black clouds‌ gathered overhead.

Crack!​

An‍ ominous sound echoed.​

“This⁠ is the end‍⁠⁠ for you, Fernan.”​​

“Wait!‌ A spell like‍ this could cause​​​ deaths!”

“Luina‍​⁠ Bercheff. That’s not‍⁠​ my concern. That’s⁠​ what the professors‍ and assistants are​‌⁠ for—if needed, they’ll​ step in.”

He‍‍‌ wasn’t wrong.

At‌ that moment—

“First⁠‍ place in the‍⁠ magic department will‌​‍ be mine too.⁠⁠​ As always.”

BOOM!‍

More‌‍​ than a lightning‍​ strike—it was like​‍ divine punishment. A blinding light engulfed​‍​ everything.

Rrrrraaaaaggghh!⁠

The⁠ ground collapsed.

***‌

“….”‍​‍

Fernan⁠ sat up.

“Carlo…​ damn bastard.”

Team​​⁠ 2’s combined magic‌‍‌ blasted through five‍​ stone walls.

Their‍‍⁠ defensive circle was⁠ shattered, and all​ protective artifacts had‍‍ burned out after​ serving their purpose.⁠

“…One⁠ is completely destroyed.​​⁠ Do you know‍‍​ how much that‍​ cost…?”

At⁠‍‍ least the map​‍​ remained intact. And⁠‍ Luina too.

But‍ the impact collapsed​‌ the ground beneath⁠‌ them, and Fernan‌⁠ fell beside Luina.​‍​

Several⁠ students were dragged⁠ down as well,⁠ but there was⁠​ no time to⁠‍‍ help everyone.

“Are‍⁠‌ you okay, Luina?”​

“Yes,⁠⁠⁠ I’m fine.”

But‌​​ her face was‌ visibly pale.

“And​‌ the others?”

“I​​​ don’t know. I didn’t realize it⁠ was like this‍⁠ down here.”

The‌‍‍ underground chamber was‌‌ vast, with rubble⁠​ and rocks everywhere.⁠

“We⁠ need to get⁠‍‍ out of here​‌ first.”

“Understood.”​⁠

As‍ Fernan checked Luina’s‌‌ condition, she paused.⁠​

“What⁠‍ is it?”

“There‍⁠ was something right‌‌ where I lay⁠⁠ down.”

“Something?”‌‍‍

Fernan‍‌ followed her gaze.⁠ Indeed, something shiny‌ lay among the‌⁠​ dirt mounds.

Carefully,​‍ he dug at‍​​ it.

A metal door embedded​ in the ground,‍‌ leading deeper underground.‍​

“…What⁠‌ is this?”

Not‍‍ large, but carved‌ on its surface‌ was an emblem‍ of a bird.‌⁠‍

No—it‌ wasn’t just any‌​ bird.

“Armian…?”​‍

At⁠ first glance, it​ looked like an‍⁠​ eagle, but it​‌ was the Saint‍ Bird—the emblem of​‌ the Armian family.⁠‍‍

A sacred white-feathered bird‌ with four wings.⁠​​

“It⁠‌ really is the​⁠​ Armian crest… But​ why is it‌‌ down here…?”

Luina​​​ frowned in confusion,​​ and Fernan realized​‍ immediately.

“…Damn.​‌ It’s all this​⁠ underground fanatic’s doing.”⁠‍⁠

A setup.

A trap arranged by‌‌ the First Emperor.​‍

How⁠ were all his‌ traps buried underground?‍‌​ He must have⁠ been a knight—or‌​‌ maybe an earth⁠ mage?

‘No,​‌ wait… wasn’t one‌ on an island?‍‍ In any case,​‌ Aint… why didn’t⁠‍ you find these‌ before?’

But⁠‌⁠ there was no‍‍ time to investigate‌ further.

“Is‌ anyone there?!”

“Are​ you okay?!”

“Help​ me!”

Voices⁠​ called from all‍⁠‍ directions. Fernan organized​⁠‍ his thoughts.

‘This‍ cannot fall into​​ others’ hands. It‌‌‍ must not be‍ discovered now.’

Whatever⁠‌‌ happened, Aint had​​ to find this.⁠‌​ Fernan drank a magic potion and​⁠ drew a concealment‌⁠ circle on the‌​ ground with reagent.‌⁠

“What⁠⁠ are you doing?”⁠‍

“A​ concealment circle. Making​⁠⁠ sure no one‍​‌ can find this.”‍

“Why…?”​

“I’ll⁠ explain later. First,⁠ we need to‌‍‍ rescue the others.”​‍⁠

“Understood.”‍​

Once⁠‌ the circle was​​⁠ complete, Fernan and⁠‍‌ Luina began searching.‍‍⁠

“Are‍‍ you okay?”

“T-thank⁠⁠‍ you, Luina.”

“Fernan!”‌

“W-we‍ need to get​‌ out!”

In⁠​ the end, they​​ found seven students.​‍‌ But five of‌⁠​ their maps were‍​ completely incinerated.

“We⁠⁠ survived thanks to‌‌⁠ the artifacts you​‌​ gave us.”

“Same‌ here.”

Those‌​​ who survived were‍ the flag bearer⁠​ Gert and his‍⁠​ partner Neria.

Handing‌ out artifacts as‌ a precaution had‌‍ been an excellent⁠‌ move.

“Damned‌⁠ insane fools! Who​‍‍ casts combined magic‍‌⁠ in a test?!”​‍‌

“Aaah,‍ my leg!”

Some⁠‌ had broken limbs,⁠‍ but no one‍​​ was seriously injured‍ or dead.

It‍‌ seemed the map’s‍‍ built-in magic was⁠⁠ far more effective⁠‍ than Fernan had‌​⁠ imagined.

“Fernan.​​‌ Do you have​‍ potions?”

“Potions?”‌

“We⁠⁠‍ need to treat​ the wounded, right?”​

“No‌⁠‍ need for potions.”‌⁠

“Eh?”​

A presence stirred.

“Where⁠‌⁠ is everyone?!”

“I​ detect life that⁠​⁠ way!”

It​‌ was Professor Grad‌ and three assistants.​

“…Stingy.”⁠

“I‍ don’t spend where​⁠‍ it’s unnecessary. Prepare​ yourselves.”

“Prepare…‌ for what?”

“The​⁠ exam isn’t over​ yet.”

Because⁠‍ they were still⁠‍ alive.

***⁠​‌

“I‍⁠‌ won…!”

Carlo⁠ exulted in triumph.‍‌

Until‌‌‌ recently, he could⁠ have never imagined⁠ feeling this way⁠​​ after facing someone‌ like Fernan.

Tenth⁠⁠‌ place—solid but clearly⁠⁠⁠ below first.

That’s‌ what he thought.​‌​ But he was​⁠‌ wrong. Fernan had⁠ been hiding his‍​ true level and‌ now stood at​ his throat.

He‌​ couldn’t let his‍​‍ guard down. He‌⁠ could lose first‍‌​ place.

Especially​ knowing Ludger Schwaben​​‌ was eyeing Fernan​ warily.

So‍⁠​ this victory was​ even more valuable.⁠

He’d‌‌‌ lost during practice—and⁠‌ then lost again‌ mid-term.

“Yes.​‍ We won…!”

“I‍⁠ can’t believe we‌‌‌ actually got first!”‌‌

“But…‌ what about those‌ who fell—are they‌ okay?”

“It’s⁠⁠ not over yet!​‌ Finish off those‍ still on the​ ground!”

“We​ just need to⁠⁠⁠ find Group 3’s⁠​⁠ flag bearer!”

The‌​ Magic Department students‌‍ couldn’t even move,‌⁠‍ weakened by the⁠⁠⁠ combined magic’s backlash.‍‍⁠ So the Knight‌⁠⁠ Department began searching⁠​⁠ among the debris​​‍ for Group 3 members sprawled across‍‍ the field.

Half‌‍‌ had already been‌‌ eliminated when their‌​‍ maps burned—but survivors⁠‌ remained.

They‍ couldn’t resist. They​⁠ dropped without defending.‌​

Carlo‌​⁠ was certain of‍‌‍ victory.

Rrrrumble!‍​

Until⁠​⁠ walls of stone‍‍ rose from the‌ ground’s collapse. On‌‍‍ one stood a knight and a mage.

“Luina!”⁠⁠‌

“Yes!”‌‍⁠

Luina‌​‍ Bercheff—the only other​‌ second‑year knight besides​‌⁠ Almon with no⁠‍‌ equal.

She​‌ sprinted straight toward⁠​ Carlo.

She‌⁠‌ was fast—so fast‌‍⁠ that Group 2’s‍‍⁠ knights scattered across​⁠‍ the field couldn’t⁠ reach her.

“Damn⁠‍ sh—!”

That‍​ was her last​ scream.

The‍ map barrier stopped‍ the blow—but Carlo’s​​⁠ map ignited simultaneously.​⁠

“You​‍⁠ got complacent, Carlo​ Deneb.”

No‌⁠ mage who hated‍‍ losing—even if they‌ were dead—spoke mockingly⁠‍ so sweetly in⁠​​ Carlo’s ears.

“I⁠ won.”

Fernan‌​​ looked at him‍⁠​ with a mocking​ smile.

“First⁠‍‍ place isn’t really‍‍ something I care‌ about, anyway.”

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