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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 51

Chapter 51

The‌ exam was over.⁠

“…Group​ 3 won.”

“Wow,⁠​ Fernan and Luina​ pulled that off?”​⁠

“Did‍​‌ you see how​‌ the ground collapsed?⁠​‌ That was insane.”​

“And‍ in the middle⁠ of all that,‌‍‍ their map didn’t​‍​ burn?”

“That’s‌⁠‌ the first time‌ I’ve seen combined‌ magic in a real test.”

Except​ for Gert and‌​⁠ his partner, everyone‌‍‌ in Group 3 was eliminated. But‍​​ Fernan and Luina‍​ survived until the⁠ end.

And⁠⁠ they took out​​​ Carlo and everyone‌‌​ else.

Both​⁠‍ made a comeback​⁠ and became the​ final victors.

“I‍ can’t believe it…⁠​​ to lose like​‍​ this?”

“They⁠​​ got lucky.”

“Lucky?‍‌ Then we’re just‌‌‌ idiots who couldn’t⁠ beat a couple‌⁠⁠ of lucky punks.”‍

Rudger​ let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Having​ Almon there was⁠⁠‌ luck, no doubt‌‍‍ about that.”

“Only⁠ one of the​​⁠ practical subjects is​‍‍ over, Fernan.”

“I⁠ know.”

Ludger‌‍‌ clicked his tongue,‌‍​ clearly annoyed, and‍‌​ turned around.

“It​⁠ was a dull‌⁠ ending, Luina. Next‌‍​ time, I’ll show‍ you the real⁠​ difference between us.”⁠‍⁠

“Whenever‌⁠ you want. I don’t plan to⁠ lose to you⁠ again.”

Almon,‍​⁠ who was talking​‍ with Luina, followed​‍ him.

“Fernan…!”‍​

“How‍ could we lose…?”⁠‍⁠

Ignoring⁠‌‌ Carlo and the‍​ others who didn’t​ want to accept‌ reality, Fernan went‍‌ with Luina to⁠⁠ the infirmary to‌‍‍ treat their wounds.⁠⁠

“Thanks‍​ for everything today.‌⁠ Thanks to you,‍ we got first‌‌ place.”

“It’s‌ not over yet.‌ Like Ludger said,‌⁠⁠ it’s just one​ subject.”

Sure,⁠ with what they’d‍⁠ accumulated, they were⁠‌‌ one step closer​​‌ to securing first‍‍ place, but there‌ was still a long way to‍‌‍ go.

“Anyway,⁠ if it weren’t⁠‍⁠ for you, we‍‌ wouldn’t have gotten⁠⁠ this far today.”​

“I‌​ won’t deny it.”​‍

“See​‍ you next time.​⁠ Oh, and if​ anything happens with‌ the corrupted, don’t⁠‌ hesitate to message⁠⁠⁠ me.”

As‌⁠ Luina was about‍ to leave, Fernan⁠‌ stopped her for‍‍ a moment with‌‌ a quiet voice.‍

“What‍⁠ I found underground…‍ I’ll make sure‌ it reaches the⁠ one who should‍‌‌ have it.”

“Do‌​‍ what you want.‌‌​ I don’t care‌ about what isn’t‌⁠ mine.”

Luina⁠‍​ left.

“…What’s​ mine is mine,⁠⁠ and what’s not⁠‍​ mine is also​⁠‌ mine.”

Clicking​‍ his tongue, Fernan⁠ stood there thinking.⁠

‘First​‌‍ thing is making‍‌ sure Aint gets‍ that legacy.’

What⁠ he told Luina‍‍‍ wasn’t a lie.​

The⁠⁠‌ legacy left by‌⁠ the First Emperor‍‍⁠ had to return‌⁠ to its rightful‌ owner: Aint Armian.⁠

Even⁠‍ if it wasn’t‌⁠‌ the originally planned​ time, now that‍ things were out‍ of control, it‍‌ was better for‍ him to get‌‌ it as soon​‍‍ as possible.

‘If⁠‌ it had stayed‌ hidden, it’d be​ a different story.​‌​ But now that‌ it’s been found,‍‍ it’s only a matter of time‌⁠ before everyone knows.’‍

Fernan‌​‍ had cast a temporary concealment spell,‌​​ but within the⁠ academy there were⁠​‌ many mages more⁠ capable than him.⁠

“Hyde,‍​⁠ where is Aint‌‌ Armian now?”

***⁠‌​

“Aint‍ Armian.”

Aint‌​​ unfolded a map.⁠‍ After the exam,⁠​ he’d received an⁠‌⁠ unexpected visit from‍ Fernan.

“I‍ think I found‌ the Armian family’s⁠⁠​ secret dungeon.”

What​​​ he blurted out⁠‍ with no preamble‍ left him stunned.⁠⁠​

“You’re​ probably wondering if​ it’s real. And⁠​ if it is,⁠⁠‍ why I’m just‌‌ telling you about​‍ it?”

“You’re​‍ right. I’m a merchant. Normally, I’d​ sell the info‍‍ at an outrageous‍⁠⁠ price or just‌‌ keep it for⁠ myself. If it‌‌ weren’t for the⁠ corrupted and monsters.”​⁠‍

He‌‍‌ couldn’t argue with‍ that. When Fernan‌​‍ asked if he‍ thought he was⁠​​ the right person,‍⁠‍ Aint nodded without​​ hesitation. For one‍​ reason only: he‍​ was an Armian.​

— Armian’s power is‌​ the antithesis of⁠‌⁠ demons. That guy‌ made the smartest⁠​ choice.

— Nouveau riche always‍ had a special‍ talent for reading​‍ the situation.

In⁠⁠ the end, Aint‌‍ had no choice⁠ but to accept.⁠​‍ He had to‍ retrieve that legacy‌ as soon as‍‍ possible.

He’d​​⁠ wanted to wait⁠ a bit, since‍‍‍ it was still​ exam season, but​⁠ that was no​⁠ longer possible.

Now⁠ that it had‌ been exposed, anyone​‍ could find it⁠⁠‍ again.

“You‌‍ can’t move around‍⁠‍ the field freely⁠ during exams. I’ll‍​⁠ help you.”

And​​‍ that led to‌⁠ the map Aint⁠​​ now held. It⁠‍⁠ only covered the‌⁠​ mountainous northern area,⁠ but it showed‌ in real time‍‍ the positions of⁠‍​ assistants patrolling the‌‌ region.

A professor-exclusive map.

— They’re supposed to​⁠ be shaping the‌‌‌ Empire’s future, yet‍ they’d sell their⁠​ souls for a few coins.

Gardner‍‌ muttered, clearly displeased,‌​‌ but to Aint,⁠⁠‍ it was exactly‍⁠‍ what he needed.‌‍

“This⁠⁠‌ is it.”

Avoiding‍⁠‍ the assistants, Aint​‌‌ circled around and⁠ reached the site.⁠⁠ Despite the collapse‍‌⁠ earlier in the‌​ day, the terrain‌ had stabilized somewhat.​

— The professors already​‍⁠ fixed it. Maybe​‍​ it doesn’t need‌⁠ to be taken​ right now.

But‍ since he was⁠ there, he couldn’t‌ leave empty-handed.

Gardner​⁠ guided him to​‌ another spot, not‍‍​ far away, where​⁠ a cave descended⁠ underground.

It⁠⁠ wasn’t some new‌‍⁠ passage created by​‌ the collapse, but‌ the original entrance‍​ to the legacy.‌‌⁠

“Anyone‍‌ would think this‍ is just a rabbit hole.”

— If anyone could‌ find it, it‌⁠ wouldn’t be a legacy. It’d be‌‍⁠ a looters’ banquet‍⁠​ hall.

He‌ had a point.‌

Aint⁠‌‌ descended into the​ dark underground. Some⁠‍ areas had collapsed,⁠‍‌ but luckily the⁠​ tunnel was wide,‍‌ or he wouldn’t⁠ have made it.⁠‍‍

— It should be‍‌ around here—there it⁠ is.

Gardner‌​‍ instantly detected the⁠‍​ concealment spell Fernan​‍ had placed.

A door appeared, bearing‍⁠ the emblem of​‍ the Armian family:​⁠ the Saintbird engraved​​⁠ in relief.

“What’s‍‍​ inside?”

— If I had‌ to say… the​‌ core.

“The‍​ core?”

— An artifact mounted‌‍⁠ on a sword’s⁠ hilt that amplifies⁠‍‍ aura. Made from⁠⁠‍ the heart of‍‍ a Saintbird.

“…Excuse⁠ me, what?”

— Though you already​ ate a Saintbird’s‍‍ heart thanks to​‌ that rich guy,⁠​‍ it doesn’t hurt‍​ to have another.​⁠‍

“A​ Saintbird isn’t exactly​​ your everyday magic​ beast… but how⁠‌‌ do you open​ this?”

Aint‌ pushed the door​ with all his‍⁠‌ strength, turning red,‌‌​ but it didn’t⁠‌ budge.

— Wound yourself and⁠‌ bleed. It only‍ reacts to the⁠‍ blood of the​⁠⁠ Armian…

Gardner​‍ stopped abruptly. The​ blade trembled.

Aint‍‌‌ straightened with a tense expression. Shing,⁠⁠ he slowly unsheathed⁠‌ his sword.

A nauseating stench hit‌ his nose.

A hostility so dense‌‌ it was almost‍ visible made his​⁠ skin crawl. And⁠​ then—

His⁠ aura reacted to‍‌⁠ a repugnant presence.‍⁠

— …They’re monsters.

He⁠‌ was wrong. It⁠‌ wasn’t one. They⁠‍‌ were monsters. Plural.​​⁠

In‍ the darkness, multiple‌ red eyes gleamed.​ Aint briefly wondered,‌⁠ “When did they⁠‍ get here?”

— Skold.

A rank 7 beast‍‍‌ in the form‍ of a giant​ 3-meter scorpion. And⁠‍ there were dozens.‍‍‍

Each‌‌⁠ one a formidable‍ opponent, capable of‍ rivaling a seasoned‍ knight.

“…Why‍‌ are there monsters‌​ here?”

— Ask that after⁠‍ killing them.

If‍⁠⁠ it weren’t for​⁠ Aint Armian… If‌ it weren’t for‌​ the Armian swordsmanship,​​‍ of light attribute,⁠ naturally opposed to‌⁠ monsters…

He‌ would’ve died.

An​ aura of pure‌​‌ light burst from‍​ his sword.

The‌⁠‌ opposing power instinctively‌‍‌ weakened the Skolds,‌‍ and Aint didn’t‌​‌ waste the opening.‍⁠

Slash!⁠

He‍ cut the leg⁠‍‌ of the Skold​‌⁠ at the front.⁠ The monster screeched‌ as it launched‍‌ its tail.

Clang!⁠​

The⁠​ poisonous needle of⁠​‍ the tail slid​ across the sword’s‍‍⁠ blade, and Aint​​ took advantage of‌‌ the exposed opening‌⁠ to stab his​ weapon in.

The⁠ Skold, its head​⁠‌ crushed, couldn’t withstand⁠ the light’s power​ and disintegrated.

That​ was just the‍‌ beginning. The wavering‍ Skolds roared in‌ fury upon seeing​‌ one of their‌ own die.

But‌ Aint didn’t back‍​ down. He activated​ his orohole and‍ unleashed an even‍ more intense light.​‍

He‌⁠⁠ was no longer‌​ the weak boy​‍‍ from his early⁠ days at the‌ academy. He had‍⁠ trained under Gardner’s‌ guidance, eaten the‌‍⁠ Saint bird’s heart,⁠⁠ and faced multiple‍⁠⁠ real battles.

Now​‍‌ he was the​ natural enemy of‌‍ monsters.

Slash!​

Slash!⁠‌

A white flash lit⁠⁠​ up the darkness.‌

The‍ light weakened the⁠​​ monsters, and every‌ time that white​‍ streak sliced the⁠​ air, a beastly​‍ body was split​ in two.

Screams‌‌ and howls filled​ the air, a constant cycle of‌ death and purification.‍

After⁠​⁠ a long while,​ following the storm,‍‍​ only the remains​‌‍ of what were⁠‌ once monsters and‍ Aint Armian remained.‌⁠⁠

“Hah…‍ hah…”

— You’ve improved a lot. Compared to⁠ the first time⁠‌ I saw you,⁠‌ it’s a huge‍‌‌ leap.

Aint‌​ gave a tired⁠‌​ smile at Gardner’s⁠‌ praise. He was‍ gasping for breath.⁠‍⁠

He⁠‌ still didn’t understand‍ why there were‍‌⁠ monsters there, but⁠‌ the thrill of⁠‍ victory and pride​​⁠ in his achievement​‍ gave him strength.​

“…I‌‍⁠ never imagined I’d​‍ defeat dozens of‍‍‌ rank 7 monsters.‌​‌ Just a few​​ months ago, something⁠ like this was‌ unthinkable.”

— Don’t settle for⁠‍‌ this.

— You’re an Armian.‍​ You’re meant to​ wipe out all‍‌ demons.

“To​‌ be honest, at‌ first I doubted⁠‍⁠ I could do‌​ something like this…⁠ but maybe it’s‍⁠ not impossible after‌⁠ all…”

At​ that moment—

— Dodge!

Gardner’s⁠ voice thundered, and​‍ Aint leapt to‍ the side. The‍‍ ground where he‌ had stood was‌ torn apart.

A black flash. Just⁠⁠‍ a mass of‍ magical energy.

But‍ that dark mass‌‍ split into dozens,⁠⁠ shooting toward him​ like lightning.

Clang!​⁠

Aint‌ barely managed to​ deflect some with‌⁠ his sword, but⁠⁠ the impact forced⁠ him back.

He​⁠​ stifled a groan‌⁠​ of pain.

“I​ wasn’t planning to​‌⁠ intervene, but…”

A screeching voice echoed‍‌‌ from the darkness,⁠​‍ like nails on⁠‍‌ a chalkboard. Aint⁠⁠​ frowned.

“Now​‌ that I see⁠‍‌ you in person,‍ I understand. You’re‌‍ a major obstacle​ to our plan.⁠ Damn cursed bloodline.”‌‍

“…A‌​‌ corrupted?”

The⁠⁠​ figure had a human form. But​⁠ its eyes lacked⁠ life, and its⁠⁠ skin was deathly‌ pale. It couldn’t‌⁠ be considered human.‌⁠​

“His​ Excellency ordered us‌ not to touch‍‌ you inside the‍ academy, but after‍‌‌ seeing you fight,⁠​ I understood. If⁠ I don’t kill​‌ you here and‍‍ now, I’ll regret‌⁠ it forever.”

Even⁠‍ if it means‍⁠​ our existence will⁠​⁠ be revealed to‌‌‌ the world…

“You‍‍ must die.”

An‍ intense bloodlust burst‍ through the air.‍‌⁠ Aint held his​ breath.

“If⁠⁠‍ I can offer⁠‌ this pathetic life‌‍‌ to fulfill the⁠ great design, I won’t stop!”

The​⁠‍ corrupted snapped his‌ fingers. Ten masses⁠⁠ of dark energy‍‌⁠ shot out at‍⁠‍ once.

Bigger,⁠⁠ faster than before.‍

“…Tch!”‍

Aint‌⁠​ dodged as best‌​ he could. The‍​ place he had‍ been was obliterated,‌‍‍ and the corrupted‌ closed in immediately.​

His​​ elongated claws slashed‌​​ in an arc.‍​

Slash!‌​​

Although‌ the power of​‌ light weakened part​⁠⁠ of the dark​⁠‍ energy, it took⁠​​ his breath away.⁠⁠

— What kind of​ monster is this?!​​

Within​‍ seconds, they had⁠‌ exchanged dozens of‌‍ blows.

It⁠ was a one-sided​⁠ fight. The enemy‍‍‍ was faster, stronger,​​ more destructive.

Aint​ could only block,‌‍‌ dodge, and block‍ again.

His⁠ body was covered⁠‍‍ in small wounds.‌ The more he⁠ gasped, the more​‌⁠ his confidence faded.​

— Up!

— Down to the‍‌ left, now!

If‌⁠ it weren’t for​⁠‍ Gardner’s guidance, he​⁠‌ wouldn’t have lasted​ even a few​‍ seconds.

There​ was no hope.​ Death was looming,⁠​‍ clutching his throat.‌⁠

Crack.‌‌

Aint’s‍⁠ palm tore open.​ He lost his‍​ grip on the​ sword, which flew‍‍ out of his​‌‍ hand.

“Die,⁠‍​ Aint Armian! Cursed‍ bloodline!”

The‌‌ corrupted didn’t miss‍ the chance. His⁠‌‌ massive claws lunged‍‌ toward him, ready‍ to tear him⁠‌​ in two.

— Aint!

At​‌‌ that instant…

Boom!‌​

A rock shot up⁠ between them, blocking​​⁠ the claws. From​​ the side, another‍​ rock struck the‌ corrupted, flinging him‌⁠​ away.

Aint,‍‍‍ barely saved, collapsed⁠ to his knees,‌ gasping.

“S-Still…⁠​‍ alive? Senior?”

“…I‍ just came just​⁠ in case. Good‌​ thing I did.”​⁠

Fernan​ appeared out of⁠⁠‍ nowhere, standing in‌​​ front of Aint.‍

“Aint.​ Are you okay?”‌

“…Yes.‌⁠ Thanks to you.‍​ But… how did⁠‍ you know?”

“I⁠ told you already.⁠‍​ I came just‍ in case.”

And​‌ thanks to that,​ the worst was​⁠‌ avoided.

“Fernan‌⁠ Pellenberg?”

“You‌⁠⁠ know me?”

The⁠⁠ corrupted, staggering, stood​​ up.

“Yes…⁠⁠⁠ you’re here too.​⁠‌ But it doesn’t​‌‍ matter if it’s​​⁠ one or two.⁠​ Today, this place‍ will be your‍‍‌ grave.”

“That’s⁠​ exactly what I was about to​​‍ say.”

Trying‌​⁠ to kill the​ one who carries‌‌​ my future.

“Sorry,​ but I’m not​ even giving you​ flowers for your​ funeral.”

With⁠⁠ a gesture from⁠⁠‌ Fernan, the ground‌ began to tremble.‌‍

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