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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 55

Chapter 55

After‌⁠‍ the final exams,⁠ the academy entered‍‍‌ a long vacation.‍⁠⁠

The​ atmosphere was lively​ with the arrival​‍‌ of the break.‌‌‌

Some‍ were preparing to⁠⁠ return home, while⁠⁠​ others planned to⁠ stay to make‌‌‌ up pending subjects.‌‌

“And​ you, what will⁠ you do, Luina?”⁠‌‍

“I‍‌​ plan to go⁠​ back home. Even​‍ though they say​​ the situation in⁠⁠ the family has⁠ improved, I want⁠‌‌ to help at⁠​⁠ least a little​‍ while I can.”⁠

Well,‍‌‌ although the Bercheff​ family was slowly‌⁠‌ improving, the monsters​‌‍ in the north‍‍ still hadn’t completely​ disappeared.

“And‌‍⁠ you?”

“I‍ also plan to​‌ return home. There‍‌​ are things I need to do.‍ When do you‌​ plan to come​ back?”

“Why​⁠⁠ do you ask?”⁠⁠‍

Why​‍‍ indeed… ‘Because you‌‌‌ need to be⁠⁠ back before Andromalius​‍ is summoned.’

“I‌ was just curious.”‌⁠

“I‍‍ plan to return​​ about two weeks⁠ early to prepare⁠​ for the next‍ semester.”

“I‌ see.”

So‍ even without intervening,‍‌ her participation in‍‍ the fight against‍ Andromalius was assured.‍‍

“If‍⁠‌ you ever need​‌‍ my help later,​ don’t hesitate to​‍‌ contact me.”

“There’s‍⁠ no need.”

“Take‌ this. It’s a direct communicator. Its⁠‍ range is at‌​ most 3 km.”‍

“Then​ it’s useless?”

The‌​​ distance between Bercheff​⁠‍ and Pellenberg easily‍ exceeded thousands of⁠ kilometers.

“Just⁠ take it for‌‌⁠ now. This…”

It⁠⁠​ was a measure‍‍‌ for future situations‍ in the academy,‌ not just for‍​​ the vacation. Fernan⁠‌ held back.

“This‌​​ what?”

“Nothing.‍ Have a good​‌‌ trip, number one‌‍​ student.”

“Number‍​ one… I’m still‌‌​ not used to⁠ it, but it​‌‌ doesn’t sound so⁠​ bad. Have a good vacation yourself.”‌⁠‍

After⁠ saying goodbye to⁠ Luina, Fernan returned⁠ to the guild​‍‍ office.

Since⁠​ he would be‌ away from the‌ academy for quite‌⁠ a while, there⁠ were many things⁠​‍ he needed to​‍ sort out.

“Didn’t‍⁠ you already have‌‍⁠ everything arranged?”

Hyde‍⁠ looked at him‍‍⁠ strangely upon seeing‌ him still busy.‍‌

“These⁠​⁠ aren’t guild matters,‍⁠​ it’s something else.”⁠​

“The⁠ materials?”

“Exactly.​​​ I need to⁠ make sure everything⁠ arrives correctly to‍⁠ the family, that‍​ it’s loaded on‍‍‌ the ship, and‌​​ check the rest​⁠‍ of the materials.”‌⁠

Of⁠ course, although normally‌ nothing should go‌⁠‍ wrong, it never‍‍⁠ hurt to make⁠ sure.

“Prepare​ a transport circle‌​‍ to the family.”​⁠

“You’re‍ not going by​ ship?”

“Time⁠‍‍ is money. And​​ don’t lose sight‌ of even a single detail of​‍ Aint Armian’s movements.”‌

Fernan‌‌​ reviewed the documents‍ related to the‍⁠ sea dragon.

***‌

— So… are you⁠‌‌ going back home?​⁠⁠

“No.”​‍

The⁠‌ sea wind, heavy​⁠ with salt, blew‌‍​ strongly. Aint was‍ at the stern,‍​‍ looking out over⁠‌‌ the vast sea.⁠⁠

“My‍ father would be⁠⁠⁠ genuinely happy about‍‍ my achievements. And​‍⁠ so would the​ vassals.”

Although‌‍‌ Armian had fallen,⁠ those who remained‌‌ were more united‍⁠ than ever.

“That’s‍⁠‍ why, if I go back, it⁠⁠‍ will be hard​​⁠ to leave the​‍ family again. Better​ to stick to‌​ my original plan.‍ Besides, I already‍​‌ sent a letter‌‍ to the territory.”⁠

The‍‍​ ship sailed steadily⁠​​ toward the southeast.‌‍

Its‍‌ destination was not‌⁠⁠ Lutar, where the‌​ Kingdom of Armian⁠ was founded, but⁠⁠⁠ the southern continent​‍ of Pandrein.

— Pandrein is a land with many‌‍‌ areas still unexplored‌ by humans.

— That’s why there‍ are more monsters,​‌ and stronger ones.‍

— It’s the most‍​ suitable place for‌‌⁠ you to experience‌‍ real combat.

“I⁠‍‌ understand.”

Aint‍⁠​ nodded.

“But‌‍‍ isn’t that information‍ from a thousand​ years ago?”

— Huh?

For‍‌‍ the first time,​⁠ Gardner seemed confused.‍

“Still,‍ I don’t think​ it’s wrong. Even‌⁠ after a thousand​ years, I’ve heard​⁠ Pandrein is still⁠‍ pretty underdeveloped.”

Although⁠⁠‌ it had developed‌ a lot compared​ to back then,‍ everything was relative.‌‌

— That’s exactly what⁠‍‌ I meant.

Days‌⁠⁠ later, they arrived​‌ at the port‍‍‍ of Ramons, a coastal city in‍‍ the Kingdom of⁠ Frazia.

“At‌⁠ first glance, it‌ doesn’t look much‌⁠‍ different.”

— Pandrein has less​‌ population than Lutar,‍⁠​ but there’s always​⁠ been some exchange.‍‌‍

— By the way…‍‍​ Frazia, that name⁠‌⁠ doesn’t ring a bell.

“It’s‌‌ a kingdom founded⁠ about 500 years‍‍‌ ago.”

With‍‍‍ vast lands, abundant​ resources, and heavy⁠ investment in mercenaries,‌ it was created​ to survive among‌ powerful monsters.

After‍‍‌ the Empire, it‌‌ was the strongest⁠ nation on the‌​‌ Pandrein continent.

— First register as‍ a mercenary, then‌‌ look for a suitable mission.

“Yes.”‍⁠

Ramons​⁠ was the largest⁠​⁠ commercial city in‍ Frazia, and as​ expected, it was​⁠ crowded. The mercenary​​​ guild headquarters was⁠‍ ten stories high​⁠ and bustling.

The‌ first floor looked‍‌ like a tavern,​⁠​ like in other‌‍ guild branches.

There​⁠​ were dozens of‍⁠ tables, a bar,‌‌ and a large‌⁠‌ central pillar that‍⁠ also served as‍‌‍ a notice board,‍ covered in missions.⁠​

In⁠‍ one corner were‌​ the counter and⁠ receptionists.

Aint​ went straight to​⁠ the counter.

“Welcome.​ How can I help you?”

“I’d⁠​ like to take​⁠ the exam to‍ become a mercenary.”⁠‌‌

“Could⁠‌⁠ I have your‍ name and identification⁠​‍ plate?”

“Actually,⁠‌‌ my name is⁠⁠​ Aint, I don’t​ have an ID​ plate, but I do have this.”⁠

Aint​‌ showed his academy‌​⁠ student ID. Although⁠​ it didn’t contain​‌ much detail, it​ bore the seven​ stars that symbolized‍ the academy.

“Are‍​ you a student‌⁠⁠ of the academy?”⁠

Upon‍​‌ seeing the ID—almost⁠​ impossible to forge‌‍​ due to the⁠​⁠ complex magical engravings​​ and the Empire’s‌ control system—the receptionist’s​ eyes changed.

“Yes.”​

“If​⁠ you don’t mind,⁠ may I ask‌ what year you’re⁠ in?”

“First⁠​ year.”

“First-year‍ students automatically receive‌ a rank 4 plate. If you‍​‌ wish to rank⁠‍‌ up, you can⁠⁠⁠ take an additional‍​ exam. If you’re⁠ interested, let me​‍ know.”

Just​ as Aint was​⁠ about to respond,‌‌​ remembering Gardner’s advice‍​⁠ that with rank​​ 4 he wouldn’t‍⁠ be able to‍​ take on missions‍ of a suitable​ level—

“I’d​‌ like to take​‍ the exa—”

“Huh?​ Aint?”

A shadow fell behind⁠‌​ him. It was​​ a muscular man‍ with short brown‌⁠ hair, black eyes,‍‌‍ and several small‍ scars.

“Varus?‍ What are you​‌ doing here?”

“That’s⁠​​ what I should⁠‌‍ be asking you.⁠‌‌ I came because​ I feel at‌⁠ home here.”

Now​⁠ that he thought‌⁠ about it, Varus​ Dene was a disciple of the⁠‍‌ Mercenary King, an‌⁠​ almost legendary figure⁠‍​ within the guild.​ That he would⁠ come to the‍ guild during the⁠⁠‍ break wasn’t strange⁠​⁠ at all.

“True.”​​

“You‍‍​ want to become‌ a mercenary?”

“I‍⁠​ want to try‌​ the work during‍⁠ the vacation.”

“Wow,‍ the profession is⁠ really underestimated. Now​​‍ anyone wants to⁠ try it like‍‍ it’s a hobby.”​​

The‍ corner of Varus’s⁠ lips curled in⁠‍ a mocking smile.⁠⁠‌ When Aint frowned,‍ Varus continued,

“But‌ you’re not just​ anyone, so I get it. Hey,​ you.”

“Y-yes,⁠​​ Sir Varus!”

The​⁠ receptionist, recognizing him,⁠ tensed immediately.

“No‍‍⁠ need for the⁠​‌ exam. This kid⁠ is the second‍⁠​ place in the‌‍ first-year academy ranking.‌​‌ You can register‍‌ him directly as​‌​ rank 3.”

“Second⁠​ place?”

“Yes,‌​⁠ his skill is​ undeniable.”

Thanks​⁠‌ to Varus’s backing,⁠​ the registration process‌ finished quickly. Aint⁠‍​ received a silver‌​⁠ plate engraved with⁠ the number 3.⁠

“Thanks.‍ You made it‍​ really easy for⁠‌ me.”

“No‌ need to thank​​ me. With your‌ level, it was⁠ only a matter‌‌ of time. If⁠⁠​ you’re done, step‍​ aside, I have‌ business to attend‌​ to.”

“Sure.”‍‍

Aint‌⁠ stepped aside, and‌​ Varus immediately sat‍‍⁠ down.

“Where’s​ the request for‌⁠‍ the Abellar subjugation?”‍⁠

“Do‍‍⁠ you plan to‍‍‌ participate?”

“Yes.⁠​ I plan to⁠‌‌ take my entire⁠ mercenary unit.”

“With‍⁠ you leading, this⁠‌ mission is sure​ to succeed. I’ll⁠⁠ register the entire⁠ Black Lance Squad.”‍‍

“Thanks.”⁠‍‌

After‍ quickly completing the‌‍ registration, Varus stood⁠ up.

“If⁠‌ you’re looking for​ a suitable mission,‍​⁠ you could join​ the Abellar subjugation.‍ With your level,‌‍‌ it would be⁠​ good for you.”​‍‌

“And⁠ what exactly is​‌ that?”

“Ask‌‌​ the guild directly.”​

Varus​‌‍ brushed past Aint’s‌‍​ shoulder as he⁠​‌ left. Aint returned‌​ to the counter.⁠⁠‍

“The‍​⁠ Abellar subjugation… what​⁠ exactly is it?”⁠

“It’s‍ a mission to‍ reclaim a territory⁠‌ overrun by monsters.‍​⁠ The area is‌⁠‍ now infested, and‍ it’s estimated there‌ are nearly five‌‍⁠ hundred monsters settled​‌‌ there.”

That’s‌​‌ why the Kingdom‌‌​ of Frazia had⁠ issued a massive​ request to the​‍‍ mercenary guild, and​ so far, about‍‌​ three hundred mercenaries‌ had already signed⁠ up.

“It’s​‍ dangerous, but the‌ reward offered by⁠ Frazia is considerable.​ Also, the presence‌⁠ of a Gorgon‌ has been confirmed.”⁠

“A​⁠ Gorgon?”

A Gorgon was a gigantic beast with‌‌‌ horns on its⁠ head, covered in‍ metallic scales harder‌​ than steel. It​ had front legs‌‍ like a lion’s,​⁠⁠ sharp claws, and⁠​‍ a serpent’s tail.‍

A formidable enemy.

But⁠‌⁠ also very valuable—its‌⁠ corpse was worth​‍ a fortune.

“That’s​​​ why more than​⁠ three hundred mercenaries‌ have gathered.”

— That sounds tempting.⁠‍

— A Gorgon is⁠ stronger than an‌ ogre, and with‍ hundreds of monsters​​ in the area,​⁠ it’s going to​‍ be a large-scale‌ battle. It’s the​‍⁠ perfect scenario to‌ experience a war.​

At‌⁠‍ Gardner’s comment, Aint‍‌​ nodded.

“So‍ can I participate?”⁠‌

“Of⁠ course. The mission‌⁠‍ is for rank‍⁠ 3 or higher,‍⁠⁠ so you’re more​ than welcome.”

That‌ day, Aint received‍⁠‌ the request for⁠​ the Abellar subjugation.‍​

It‍⁠​ was the same‌⁠ one Fernan had⁠ seen in the‍⁠ prophecy, where Aint‍ would face a monster of the⁠‍⁠ cursed race.

***​

The​⁠‍ place where the⁠‍ subjugation unit gathered⁠‌⁠ was a region​⁠ called Gincef.

A small barony neighboring​‌ the devastated Abellar,‌ living daily with‍‍ the fear of‍ being next.

Three​‌ hundred mercenaries and‍ five hundred soldiers‌ from the kingdom​‍ had assembled there.⁠

“Uoooooh!”‍‌

The⁠‌ townspeople cheered for⁠‍ the troops, hopeful​⁠ they would eliminate‍​ the threat.

“Rank‍‍ 3 mercenary, Aint.‌⁠⁠ Identity verified.”

Aint⁠⁠ was checked by​‍‌ the staff and‌⁠‌ joined the group.‍‍ Chaos reigned everywhere;‍‌⁠ mercenaries were eating⁠​ meat and bread‍‌ without any order.‍‌

“This‍‍ way, please. We‌⁠‌ serve food before‍​ the battle so⁠ you can go⁠ in with a full stomach.”

Aint⁠⁠ went to the‍‌​ makeshift dining area,​​‌ received his portion,​ and sat in⁠ any available chair.‌ The food was⁠ bad.

‘I‍⁠​ can really tell‍‌​ now how good‌‍ the food at⁠‌‌ the academy was.’‌‍

— Of course. If‌ you gather the‍ best talents, you’re‍‌​ not going to‍​ feed them garbage.‌⁠​

At‍⁠ that moment—

“You⁠‌ don’t seem to‍⁠​ like it much.”‌​

Someone‍⁠‍ sat down beside​ him.

“Varus.”‌‍⁠

“Looks⁠ like nobles have​‌ refined palates.”

“It’s⁠ not that, I’m‍ just not used‍‌ to it. But​​‌ what about them?”⁠​

It‌ wasn’t just Varus.⁠‌⁠ He was accompanied‌‌‍ by about thirty‍‍‍ mercenaries with an‍​ intimidating presence.

“My⁠ squad. It’s called​‌ the Black Lance.​​ Pretty famous in‍‌​ this world.”

Aint‍‍‍ had heard of⁠‌​ them.

A squad made up​​ of mercenaries personally⁠​‌ selected by the​‌ Mercenary King for​‌ his disciple.

Since‍‌ its founding, they‍‌‍ had completed dozens​‍‌ of missions without⁠‌ a single failure.⁠

“You‍⁠‍ don’t know much‌ about mercenary work,⁠ do you?”

“No,‌‍‌ this is my‌ first time.”

“If⁠ you want, you⁠⁠⁠ can join us.”‍​​

“Really?‌ Is that okay?”‍‌

Varus⁠ calmly chewed on‍​​ meat.

“I‌ don’t think you’ll‌‍ be a burden.​⁠‌ And besides, you’re‍ from Armian.”

“If‍‍​ you mean my​ family… I have⁠​​ nothing now.”

“But⁠⁠ I don’t think​⁠‍ you’ll stay that‌‍ way for long.”⁠

“And​ what makes you‍‌‌ say that?”

“That‍ you went from⁠⁠‍ rank 38 to‌‌‌ second place in​‍⁠ one semester. That‌​‍ you beat me.”‍

He’s‌ simply extending a hand in good​⁠ faith.

“I‍‌ only trust the‍‍ skills I’ve seen.‌‌‍ And you beat‌‌ me. I like‍‌‌ strong people. Now‍ you’re a mercenary,‌ same as me.”‍

Aint‍​ was thoughtful at​​‍ that sincere smile.‍⁠⁠

— Not a bad‍ idea to accept.‍‍ If they’re truly⁠​ veterans, you could‍ learn a lot.‌‍

— Even if you’re​‍ strong at a continental level, on​ a real battlefield‌⁠‍ anything can happen.‌​

— And since it’s​‌⁠ your first time,⁠‍ it’s better to​⁠ be prepared.

“But⁠‍ won’t you have‍​‌ problems? The prince‍⁠ won’t like it.”⁠

“Not​​​ even the imperial​⁠ family can touch‌⁠ me.”

— How insolent! Do‌‌ you dare mock‌‍​ the imperial family?⁠‍

‘I’m‍ talking about the⁠ Schwaben family, not​ Armian.’

Aint​‍ calmed the indignant⁠⁠⁠ Gardner.

“In‌ that case…”

“Great,‌ Aint. I think​ we’re going to​​ get along well.”​‌⁠

Varus‌‌‍ grinned broadly and‍​ shook his hand.‍

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