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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 56

Chapter 56

“To​ battle!”

Waaaaah!‍⁠​

“Make⁠ sure you come⁠ back alive!”

“Long⁠⁠​ live the Kingdom⁠​ of Prazia!”

Nearly‍ eight hundred members‌‌ of the expedition⁠ departed from Gincheff‍ amid the loud‍​‍ cheers of the‍‍ crowd.

The⁠ kingdom’s regular soldiers​‌⁠ and the mercenaries‍⁠ marched with some‍​​ distance between them,​​ and Aint joined⁠​ the Shadow Lance⁠ mercenaries alongside Varus.‍‍

“So​ this is the‌‍‍ famous descendant of⁠‍ Armian?”

“The‌​ one who defeated‍​‍ our young master​⁠⁠ with one hand?”‌‍

“And​ will someone so​⁠ distinguished be able‌​‍ to adapt to‌⁠⁠ mercenary life?”

“Who‌⁠ knows? Although if‍ he’s from Armian,​ a hundred years⁠‍​ ago he was‌​‍ just a rook—ugh!”‍​‌

“Hey,‍‌ we’re talking about‌ a great bloodline!‌‍‍ Show some respect.‌ Pleasure to meet‌ you, I’m Hector.”⁠‍

Several​‌ mercenaries came over‌⁠‌ to greet him.⁠‍ All had hands⁠ covered in scars​ and calluses.

The⁠​ one who seemed⁠ to be leading​​⁠ the rough group‌⁠ was Hector, a two-meter-tall, muscular mercenary⁠ covered in scars.⁠‌

“I’m‌⁠ Aint.”

“Heh,​ when I heard‍ our young master​⁠ lost without even​‌‍ being able to​⁠​ raise his hand,⁠⁠ I wanted to⁠‍ meet you.”

“Don’t​ exaggerate, Hector. It​ was close.”

“The‍​ young master tends⁠​ to downplay things​⁠⁠ when they’re not‍⁠‌ in his favor.”​

“I’m‍‌‍ telling you, it’s​​⁠ true!”

Varus​​ muttered with a slightly awkward laugh.​

“Don’t‌⁠ worry. They’re rough,‌​‍ but they don’t‍‍ gossip. Your origin‍⁠‍ won’t get out.”‌​​

“Thanks.”​‍

“Follow‍‌ me for a moment.”

Varus​‌‍ lightly spurred his​‌‌ horse, and Aint​ followed.

“Have​ you already heard‌​ the operation plan?”‍⁠

“Yes.”‍

It‍‍ wasn’t anything unusual.​ The expedition planned‌ to advance toward​⁠⁠ Abellar and wipe​⁠⁠ out all the‍‍ monsters in the​ area.

The⁠​ final objective was​ to defeat the‌‌ Gorgon that ruled‌ the region from‌ the center of‌‌​ Abellar.

To​​ do that, they​‍ would first clear‌​‍ the surrounding areas‌‌ little by little.⁠ Or at least,‌‌ that had been‌‌ the plan until⁠ just moments ago.⁠

Buuuuuuuuu!⁠‌⁠

Dum‌‍⁠ dum dum!

“Alert!⁠ Emergency!”

“Multiple⁠ monsters have appeared‍​ ahead!”

“Gnolls,‍‍ dire wolves, grizzly‍ bears, griffons, and‍‌ two more species⁠​‍ identified!”

“Prepare‌​ for combat!”

The​ alarms and emergency‍​‍ shouts spread quickly.‌ As if their​⁠ relaxed attitude moments‍⁠⁠ earlier had been⁠‌ an act, the​ Shadow Lance group‍​‌ transformed instantly.

“Commander!”​‌

Even‌⁠‌ Varus’s tone changed.⁠ Gripping his weapon,⁠‍⁠ he led the⁠‍‍ mercenaries.

“We’ll‍ break through by⁠ splitting their lines.”‍⁠

“Yes!​ Preparations ready!”

“Yes,​‌​ sir!”

All​⁠‍ members, light cavalry,‍‍ rode toward the​‌ front. The distance​ between them and⁠‌​ the horde of​‍⁠ nearly a hundred​⁠ monsters closed rapidly.⁠⁠‌

“Aint,‌‍​ you cover the​⁠​ rear. You’re not​⁠ yet in sync‍ with us.”

“Understood.”‌‍

Mounted‍​‍ on a horse‍ he had bought‌​ himself, Aint followed‍ the group.

“We⁠⁠ split the enemy‌‍⁠ ranks and then‌​ turn to tear​‍ them apart.”

“Yes,‌ sir.”

“Prepare​⁠‌ to charge!”

“Ready!”⁠‌

Though‍⁠‍ they were barely​ thirty mercenaries, they⁠‍⁠ showed not a trace of fear.‌‍⁠

“Charge!”‌

“Chaaaarge!”‍⁠

Dudududu!‌​

The‌‌ horses began galloping‌ violently.

“It’s​⁠‌ the Shadow Lance!”​

“Follow‍⁠⁠ them!”

“Crush‌⁠ the monsters!”

Seeing⁠‍‍ them, other mounted⁠ mercenaries joined in‌​ behind. The thirty⁠ lances soon doubled.⁠

“Forward!”⁠

“Forward!”‌⁠‍

Thirty-one‍‍⁠ black lances aimed‌​ straight at the‌​ enemy.

A black aura surged‍⁠ from their tips.⁠‍

And‍ then—

───!⁠

Flash!‍

Boom!​‌

Clang!‌

Kiiieeek!‌​​

Hiiihiiiii!‌

Both​‍ sides collided. A bone-shaking roar thundered‍‌ across the battlefield.‌‌‍

Dire​‍ wolves, pierced clean​‌ through, went flying‍​ in bloody arcs.​​ Droplets of blood⁠ scattered in all​​ directions.

The‍ riders, though briefly‍​‍ faltering, regained momentum,‍‌ trampling over corpses‌⁠‍ as they advanced.‌‌‍

The‌‍​ Shadow Lance’s spears‌ searched for the⁠⁠⁠ next prey.

“Don’t​‌ stop!”

“Don’t‍‌ fall behind!”

It‌⁠​ was like a storm. They advanced,‌‌‍ crushing, piercing, and‌​‌ tearing everything in‌‌ their path.

Kuwaaah!‍‌

The⁠‍ monsters, ignorant of⁠ fear, kept attacking,‍‍‍ but that only‍ hastened their deaths.​

Before‍​ the thirty-one lances⁠⁠ united in an⁠‍ unstoppable charge, all⁠⁠⁠ met the same‌​‍ fate.

Behind​‌ them remained only‌ blood and monster​⁠ corpses.

***‍‌

— These guys, you’d‍‌ think they were‍ knights, not mercenaries.‌​‌ Trusting their comrades‍⁠‌ like that and​​ charging into the‍‌ middle of the‍​ monsters without hesitation—now​​‍ that’s textbook gallantry.⁠‍‍

— We should show​‌‍ this to those⁠ idiots who think‌​ they’re knights just⁠‍ because of the‍‍‌ title.

Gardner’s​ astonishment was no​‍⁠ different from a sure forecast of⁠‍ the outcome.

The​‌‍ Shadow Lance split​​ the enemy ranks​​ in two. When‍‍⁠ the monsters’ attention⁠​‌ turned to them,​ the other mercenaries‌‍⁠ flanked them from‍​‌ behind.

Bodies​⁠ covered the field.‌‍ The nauseating stench​ of blood, human​​​ and monster mixed,‌‌⁠ was suffocating.

“…Ugh.”‌‍​

Aint​⁠ gagged without realizing⁠‍ it. Though he‌‍‌ thought he’d already‌‍‍ faced enough real⁠​​ combat, this was‌ his first battle‌‌ where dozens—hundreds—died.

“Hahaha,​ you can tell‍⁠ you grew up⁠​‌ pampered.”

“Yeah.‍⁠‍ You’d behead without‍ a second thought‌⁠⁠ before, and now⁠ this.”

The‌‍‍ mercenaries laughed in⁠​ murmurs. Varus handed‌​ him a towel.‍

“Wipe‍‍‍ your mouth.”

“Tha…‌ wait, isn’t this​⁠​ just a rag?”‍‌⁠

It​‌‍ was far too​ filthy and stinking‌ to be called​⁠‍ a towel.

“I‌‌ used it to‌​‍ wipe blood while​ skinning a monster.”⁠⁠⁠

While‌⁠​ Aint was throwing​ up, most of‍​ the mercenaries were​ skinning monster corpses​‌ to take their⁠‍‍ parts.

Varus‍‌ was doing the‌‍ same.

The​ fully dismembered remains⁠​ were gathered by​⁠‍ the army and​​ burned.

“Ugh,​​‍ now I feel‍‍‌ like throwing up​‍‍ more.”

“Endure​‌ it. This is‌ what you became‍‍​ a mercenary for,​ isn’t it?”

“I‍⁠⁠ suppose…”

But​‌ was it really​‍ necessary to wipe‌ his mouth with‌ a rag soaked​​ in monster blood?⁠

Either‍⁠ way, compared to⁠ war against the⁠‌⁠ demons, this was⁠‌⁠ child’s play. Regaining‌ his composure, Aint‌⁠ stood up.

“Captain⁠​‌ Varus. The commander​ requests your presence.”‌

A messenger approached, referring‍ to Count Parsen​‍ of the Kingdom⁠​​ of Prazia, current‍ leader of the​⁠‍ expedition.

“I’m⁠​ coming.”

Varus‌‍ followed the messenger⁠ to the command‍‌ tent and returned‍ two hours later.​

“According‍ to the scouts,‌‍ there are small​⁠‌ groups of monsters⁠⁠ scattered around. So‍‍ we’ll be splitting‍​‌ up too.”

“And‌ the mercenaries?”

“They’ll​‌⁠ move in squads⁠ according to their‌‌ unit. The monster‌ parts go to​ whoever kills them,‍​ and if you‍‌​ bring proof, you’ll​‍ get extra pay.”‍‌⁠

Obtaining‌​​ monster remains was⁠‍⁠ basic. The other⁠‌ groups were already​‍ starting to prepare⁠⁠ to head out.​‍

“And‍⁠ the army?”

“They’ll‍⁠ also split into​​‌ squads.”

“What⁠ if the monsters​​ regroup?”

“They‌‍​ gave us a map with twelve⁠‌ key regroup points.”⁠

They​⁠‌ were towns and‍ cities once inhabited.​​ In case of​‍​ emergency, the order⁠​ was to gather‍‌​ at the nearest⁠​ point. They were‍​ also given signal​​ flares.

“Perfect.‌ Then, let’s go‌ hunt the Gorgon.”⁠⁠‌

“That’s‍ the mission. Aint,‌ what do you‌‌‌ plan to do?”‌⁠

“…Hmm.​⁠ If it’s not‍‌‌ a bother, can‍‍ I stay with‌​ you?”

After‌⁠⁠ his first battle,‍‍​ Aint knew for‌‍​ sure. His swordsmanship‍⁠⁠ and aura made‍⁠ him effective against⁠ monsters, but in‌ everything else, he‌​ still lacked.

Better‌⁠ to stick with​ veterans than die​ on his own.​​‌

“If​​ you want to,⁠ go ahead.”

“Thanks.”​​‍

“Then,​ pay up.”

The⁠​ vice-captain held out​⁠‌ his hand.

“Pay?”‌⁠

“This‍​​ counts as a bodyguard request, right?​​⁠ You should pay.”‌​‍

“Hector.”​​

“Kidding.‍⁠ If you’re the‌​ young master’s friend,‌ of course it’s⁠ free.”

He​ let out a booming laugh while‍ stroking his filthy‍ beard.

“Thanks.”‍⁠‌

“Who​‌‌ knows, maybe one​ day we’ll benefit‌‍ from royalty.”

The⁠⁠ Shadow Lance rode⁠‌ all that day.‌‍ Their target was⁠ the Gorgon, and​​ they were heading‌ straight into the‍‍​ monster-infested core.

Thanks‍​‌ to that, Aint​‍ felt he was​‌‍ finally becoming a true mercenary.

“Are‌⁠‌ you sure it​‌‌ was hundreds? Not⁠‍ thousands?”

Aint‌⁠‌ panted, shaking blood⁠‍ from his sword.⁠ The stench was‍ so strong his​ nose felt numb.⁠​​

“It​‌⁠ was the constant​​‌ pressure. The number​‌ itself wasn’t that‍ high.”

Varus⁠​‍ replied while skinning‍ a griffon.

“Not​‍⁠ exaggerated, but enough‌‌​ to wear us​⁠‌ out.”

“How‌‍ far to the‌‌ Gorgon’s nest?”

“At​ this rate, two​ more days. Too‍⁠ many monsters; progress‌‌ is slow.”

“Yeah.⁠‍ There are more‍⁠ than expected.”

“That‍⁠‌ could be a good thing. Since⁠‌ the Gorgon is‍ so ferocious, no‍​ other monster goes‍‌⁠ near it. The⁠‌⁠ more we see⁠⁠ here, the fewer‍ there will be‌‍ there.”

“True.‌ If we’re like‌⁠ this, the others​ must be moving​ even slower.”

The‍⁠ mercenaries chimed in⁠​ on the exchange.⁠ After sharing the​‌ battlefield for two‌​‍ days, a certain‌​ camaraderie had formed.‍‍​

Aint‌‌ chewed on some‍ jerky.

“You’re​‍​ a real mercenary⁠⁠ now.”

He​ had gotten used⁠​‍ to it. Even​​ surrounded by corpses,​‍⁠ he could eat‌‌ without issue.

“Night​‍ will fall soon.​‍ Let’s find a place to camp…”‌

Then⁠​‌ it happened.

The⁠‌⁠ wind shifted.

As⁠‍ soon as a faint presence rode​ the breeze, Aint‍‍ sensed something.

How‍‌ to describe it…?​⁠

— It’s repulsive.

Yes.​ Repulsive. Disgusting. Filthy.​‍ An instinctive aversion.‌⁠

And‌‍⁠ it was a sensation Aint already‌‌‍ knew.

— Aint!

Gardner’s​ voice was a fierce warning.

Aint’s​ neck prickled.

“Move!”‌‌‍

He‍ drew his sword.‌ At that moment,‍ black masses rained‌⁠⁠ down like hail.‍‍‌

───!‌

His⁠‌ white trajectory deflected‍​‍ the dark lightning.‌​ A roar reverberated,​​ and the ground​ shook.

“W-what…?”⁠​

“Ambush!”‍‌

The⁠​⁠ mercenaries braced themselves.​‌
Shaking his numb‍​ arm, Aint returned‍ to his stance.​⁠‌

“He‌‍‌ blocked that…?”

A low, soft voice.⁠⁠⁠ But clear.

“As​ always, His Excellency’s⁠‌⁠ foresight is accurate.‍‍‍ You can no‌ longer be ignored.”‌​

“Who⁠‌ are you?”

“What‍‌ are you?”

The​⁠ mercenaries leveled their​⁠ lances at the‌⁠ unusual energy.

“I​⁠ have no interest⁠‍ in vermin. Step‍‌ aside.”

Ah,‍‍‌ of course.

It’s‍​‍ not that he⁠ was sparing them.‍⁠

“No⁠ one leaves here​ alive today.”

“You⁠‌‌ arrogant bastard!”

“Everyone,‌‍ on guard!”

Though⁠ they sensed something⁠‍ strange, none backed​ down. The aura‍‌‌ swelled.

“Aint,⁠ who is this​‌ guy? You look‌​⁠ like you know⁠‍ him.”

“…A‌⁠ corrupted one.”

“Corrupted?”‍

Varus‌‍ was surprised, but‍‍⁠ then smiled coldly.​

“Then​‌ that’s fine.”

“Fine?”‌​

“We’ll‍‌‍ be the first​ mercenary group to⁠⁠‌ take down a corrupted since the‌​ Great War. Everyone‌‍⁠ hear that?”

“Yes,‍​​ sir!”

“A⁠ corrupted, huh! I didn’t think those‍ scum who sell​ their soul to⁠⁠⁠ the demon still‍ existed… But this​ will make us⁠ more famous.”

“And‌​ we’ll get paid⁠ more!”

“Perfect,​​‍ more pay is‌ what matters!”

The⁠⁠‍ mercenaries let out⁠​ cheerful laughs.

“You​‌​ dare hunt me…?”⁠

The⁠⁠‍ corrupted’s brow twitched.​

“You​⁠‍ don’t know your‍ place…!”

Sweeek!​

A dark bolt, different⁠⁠ from the corrupted’s,‌​​ grazed his ear.‌​‌

“He‍⁠ dodged that from​ this distance?”

Varus‌‍ murmured, pulling another‌‍​ throwing spear.

“Well.‌‌ I suppose selling‍ your soul to‍‌ the demon is‌ worth something.”

“You‍‌‍ damned worm…!”

The‍​ corrupted roared.

The​ battle began.

***⁠

The​ beginning was a rain of spears.‍‍​

Exactly‍​ thirty-one flashes advanced⁠‌​ in unison as​‍ if they had⁠ been fired.

Boom!⁠​

A black barrier deflected​ all the flashes.⁠​​

Immediately‌​‌ afterward, the squad‌‍ members stomped the⁠ ground hard. The‍ black aura sharpened‍ violently at the‍ tips of the⁠ dark spears.

The‌⁠ mutant threw a swift punch. A surge of demonic⁠ energy burst forth​⁠ in a mass.‌‌ By the time⁠​ the punch reached‍‌‍ the dozens of​‍ spears, there was‍‍ no longer a human being there.‌​

Only‌⁠​ a three-meter-tall giant⁠⁠ wrapped in demonic​⁠ energy remained.

──!‍‌

Thirty-one⁠​ spears struck the‌ giant’s outer skin.‌​​ But none were⁠ sharp enough to‍⁠⁠ pierce it.

“Kugh…!”​

Varus,‍‍ who had taken⁠‌ the punch head-on,‌ cried out and⁠‌ was sent flying‍ backward. He had​ no time to‌ absorb the impact⁠⁠ or regain his‍ stance.

“So,​ you’re the leader‌​⁠ of these ones.”‍‍⁠

The​​⁠ black giant immediately⁠‍ followed after him.⁠​‍

Clang!‌⁠⁠

The​​​ specially-made black spear‍‍ bent as if⁠ it were about‍⁠ to snap. Another‍‌‍ punch fell, but​ Varus managed to‌‌⁠ block it again.‌ He forced down‍ the blood rising‍‌⁠ in his throat.⁠‍

“Damn⁠ monster…!”

Luckily,​‍‌ there was no⁠⁠⁠ third strike. Aint‌ had closed in‌‌‍ without anyone noticing⁠‍‍ and slashed with⁠⁠‍ his holy sword.​​

───!‌‌​

The‍‍‍ sound was different‌‍ from the others.‌​ So was the​​‍ result.

The‍​ two energies twisted‌⁠‌ violently, like a battle between light‍ and darkness, and‌​ the mutant’s surface​ partially cracked. The‍ monster let out‍​ a cry of​ pain.

In‍⁠ that brief moment,​‍‍ Varus thrust with⁠‌ his spear.

The​‍ blade, honed to‍‌​ the maximum with‍⁠‌ all the power‍ of his aura,⁠‌⁠ pierced through the‍‍ mutant’s heart.

─!‍‍

Aura⁠‍ and demonic energy​‌​ clashed, causing an​ explosion. Varus stepped‍⁠⁠ back from the‌‍‍ strong recoil.

In​⁠ truth, the full-power⁠ attack had worked.‍​ The spear had​ pierced the layer⁠​ of demonic energy⁠‌⁠ skin.

But​‌‌ that was all.‌‍​ It was barely⁠​ a superficial wound,‍‌‌ and it regenerated‌‍ instantly.

‘What⁠‍‌ kind of monster‍‌​ is this?’

The‍‍ result was very‍ different from Aint’s.‌‌

Varus⁠‌ recalled the old​​‍ legend—the one about‍ the Armians, known⁠‍​ as the natural⁠‌​ enemies of demons.‍‍

“Everyone,‍ back up Aint!”​‍‌

“Yes!”⁠⁠

The‌ veteran mercenaries understood⁠‌‍ the safest path​ to victory.

And⁠​‍ that sight provoked‍‌​ the mutant’s fury.⁠

“Damn‍​‌ flies!”

The​‍‍ demonic energy running​ along its body​‍‌ burst out all‍ at once. A shockwave exploded with​‌ a roar, and‍ the mercenaries quickly‍⁠ retreated.

Only⁠​⁠ Aint, with his‍​ naturally opposing power,​​​ managed to endure⁠ it.

The​ mutant took a deep breath. A massive amount of​⁠‍ demonic energy gathered‌ and was expelled.‌

Aint‌ held his sword‌ forward.

─!​​‍

Light‌‍⁠ and darkness collided.​⁠⁠ Fragments of severed‍‌‌ shadow flew in⁠ all directions.

In‌​‌ that brief instant,​⁠ the mutant appeared​‌ right in front‍​ of Aint.

Boom!​⁠​ A vertical punch‌‌ came down. Aint​‍ barely managed to⁠​‌ block it, his​⁠⁠ sword vibrating violently.​

Boom!‌‌‍ The deflected punch⁠‍‌ slid along Aint’s‍‍‌ forearm. The corrupted‍​ stepped back, and‌‌‌ Aint lunged forward.⁠‌

─!⁠‌​

──!⁠⁠

In‌‌‌ the blink of⁠ an eye, they​ exchanged more than‍⁠ ten blows. The​ ground trembled with​‍​ each impact, and⁠ the very space‍ around them seemed​‍⁠ to tear.

Amid‌‍ that fierce battle,‌⁠ the mercenaries moved⁠ in. Hunters who‌‍ had slain countless‍‌‌ monsters.

From⁠‌‌ the flanks and‍​‍ the rear, the​​⁠ spears targeted the⁠⁠​ blind spots left⁠⁠‌ while facing Aint.​⁠‍

But‌‌‍ that was a trap.

From​ the body of‍ the true hunter,​‌ who had been⁠‌ anticipating the attack⁠ of those flies,‌⁠‍ sprouted black spikes.⁠

“Kugh…!”‌‍‍

“Watch‌‍​ out!”

Tcheong!‍ Some dodged, others⁠⁠​ blocked, and others​‍ were impaled. The‌‍​ process varied, but‌ the result was‌‌‍ the same—none managed​‍‌ to wound the‌⁠ corrupted.

Except‌​‍ Varus.

With‌‌ his senses at​ their limit, he​‌ advanced. He dodged​​ and deflected dozens‍⁠‍ of spikes, ignoring‍ the minor injuries.‌‍

And‍⁠ right in front​‍​ of the monster,​​ he leapt high‌ like a grasshopper.‌

He⁠‍ could see the​​‍ back of its⁠​‌ head, three meters‍‌ up.

The‌ black spear cut‌​ through the air.⁠‍​ Or at least,⁠​ it tried to.‍​

At‍‍​ that moment—

“Fool.”‍‌

An‌⁠ eye opened on​​‍ the back of⁠‌⁠ the corrupted’s head.⁠‌⁠ Then a mouth,‍ from which a blast of demonic‍ energy burst forth.‍

The​⁠⁠ black spear destroyed‍ part of that​ energy. But the‌​‌ shockwave sent Varus’s⁠‍‌ body flying.

And‍‍ the demonic energy⁠‍⁠ spikes didn’t miss‌‌⁠ the opportunity.

Flash!​​

A flash pierced through⁠⁠ Varus.

“…Varus!”‍

“Boss!”⁠‍‍

“Boss…!”⁠

His⁠‍‍ body fell like‍⁠​ a puppet with​‌‍ its strings cut.​

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