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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 57

Chapter 57

An⁠⁠ early morning, with‌​‍ sparrows chirping.

Fernan​ dragged his tired‌‍ body and sat‌‌‍ down in the‌ garden. The servants‌⁠ served him coffee‍⁠ and some light‍​ snacks.

“Are‌​ you alright, young⁠⁠‌ master?”

“I’m​ exhausted.”

How‌ many days had​‌⁠ it been since⁠‌‌ he last slept‌ well?

“Why​ don’t you rest⁠‍‌ a little?”

“I⁠‌ can’t afford to.”‍

He⁠⁠ knew he was‍ pushing himself too⁠ hard, but there‌ was no room‌ to relax, knowing‌‌​ the appearance of‌‌​ the demon Andromalius⁠ was imminent.

“Duke⁠‍ Randgard keeps complaining.”​

“Complaints?‌‍ That grumpy dwarf‌ is always grumbling,​ but when he’s‍ working, the smile‌ never leaves his⁠​ face.”

Randgard⁠‌⁠ was one of​ the best blacksmiths​⁠ on the continent,​⁠ now loyal to⁠ the Pellenberg family.‍

Fernan​ was receiving help​‍‍ from both him​‌ and other artisans‍ and mages of​​ the family line.​​​

“Duke‌‌‍ Durleo’s help has‌​ been enormous. He’s‍‍ corrected things I hadn’t even noticed​‍‍ myself.”

Having‌⁠ the support of‍⁠​ a great mage⁠​⁠ was, without a doubt, a relief.​‍‍

“Hmm?”‌

It​⁠⁠ was then that‌ Fernan sensed an‌ unfamiliar presence.

A man he had‍ never seen before.⁠ Huge build, close‍⁠‍ to two meters‍‌ tall. Muscular, covered‌​ in scars. He​ looked to be​‍ in his late⁠ forties.

“This‍‌⁠ guy isn’t from​​ the family…”

But‌‌ what really made‍ the back of‍​‍ Fernan’s neck go‌​ cold was that‌​‌ he couldn’t feel‍⁠​ anything from him‍‌ at all.

It‍‍‍ was one of​‍ two things—either he​‍ truly had nothing,‌⁠​ or he was‍​ so strong he⁠‌ was beyond Fernan’s‍​‍ perception.

“Isn’t​‍ that the patriarch’s​‌​ office?”

“Did​ he come from​⁠‍ meeting my father?”⁠‌

If​ so, then he⁠‍ wasn’t an enemy.‍⁠ After all, no⁠‌ enemy would dare‍​‌ step into the‌‌‍ heart of Pellenberg‍⁠‍ territory.

‘Who‍ could be meeting‌ my father this​ early? His face‍‌‌ looks familiar…’

While​‌‍ he thought about‍​⁠ it, their eyes​​‌ met.

“……!”‍‍‍

A wave of terror​‍ ran through him,‌‌ as if he‌‍⁠ were facing a wild beast. It​​ was raw, latent‍⁠‍ fury—almost animal.

“What…?”⁠‌

Hyde​‌ hurried to step⁠ into his line⁠⁠​ of sight.

“I⁠⁠​ have no intention​‌ of causing harm.‍​ Step aside.”

The‍⁠ man was already‍‌ right in front‌​​ of them.

He‌‌ lightly pushed Hyde,​‌⁠ who couldn’t resist​‍ at all. And‌ then, he fixed⁠ his gaze back‌‍ on Fernan.

“So​⁠‍ it was you.‍ The one who​‍ sent that boy‍ there.”

His​ deep, growling voice‌‌ seemed to pierce‌​​ through Fernan’s chest.​‌⁠ And at that⁠‍‍ moment, a flash‌ crossed Fernan’s mind.‌

The‌‌‍ world turned upside⁠ down.

[—So‍​​ it was you.‍ The one who‍‌ was with that​‌ boy in that‌ place.]

The‍‍ man seemed a bit older. But‌ his aura hadn’t‍‌‌ diminished.

No—on‍ the contrary. It‍‍‍ was wilder, more‌⁠ ferocious. His unfiltered‍⁠ rage made Fernan’s​ heart tremble.

[—Yes.⁠ I’m sorry.]

[—You‌‌ don’t have to​‌ apologize. He was‌⁠ simply weak. I was the one‌‍‍ who didn’t teach‍​ him enough.]

Fernan​ bowed his head.​⁠‍ He, too, looked‌ more mature in⁠ that scene.

The‍ man forgave him‍​​ calmly, but the‍ fury beneath his⁠⁠ words hadn’t lessened⁠⁠⁠ in the slightest.⁠‌‍

[—How‌ did he meet​​ his end?]

[—He‌⁠​ was braver than​ anyone.]

[—Damn⁠⁠‍ fool. I taught​‍‍ him not to⁠‍‌ care about justice‌⁠⁠ or valor, but⁠ only about money‍‍ and life…]

He‍ let out a hollow, bitter laugh—a‍‍ mixture of pride⁠ and regret.

[—Who‍ was it? Who​⁠ killed him?]

[—A‌​​ demon.]

[—A‌‌ demon?]

[—It‌⁠‌ was Andras.]

[—A​ demon, you say…‍‍⁠ And what happened‍ to him?]

[—I​⁠​ killed him. With​​ Varus’s help.]

[—I’d​ heard rumors that⁠⁠‍ the corrupted were‍ on the loose…​ But I thought‌​ it had nothing‍​‌ to do with​⁠ me. And yet,‌‍ they were the​ ones who took⁠ my disciple from‌ me.]

The‍‌‍ man let out⁠⁠ a sardonic laugh.⁠‍

[—If‍‍⁠ they took Varus‍​ from me, then‌ I’ll take what‍ they’re after.]

[—I’ll​⁠ devote the rest‌ of my life‌ to killing demons.]⁠

A wave of hatred‌​‌ and bloodlust, beyond‌‍​ anything Fernan could‌ imagine, slammed into‌⁠ him. His consciousness​​⁠ faded for a moment… until he‍ returned to reality.‍​‌

‘Varus​⁠‌ is going to⁠⁠​ die…?’

Wait—then​ this man was—​​​

Fernan​⁠⁠ fought against the⁠‌‌ headache and looked​​ closely. His face‌‍‌ was familiar. Of​‌ course—he had seen‌ it in the​⁠‍ records of notable‌​​ figures.

“…The⁠‍ King of Mercenaries.”‍‍​

One⁠ of the few⁠​ to bear the​ title of knight‌‍ or mercenary.

One⁠‌​ of the ten‍‍ greatest knights.

“You‍‍ forgot the title,​​‌ Pellenberg pup.”

“…It’s‌ an honor to‍ meet you.”

“I⁠ heard you were‍‌ the one who​‍​ gave Varus the​⁠‌ mission. Why?”

“…I​‍ thought he was⁠ the most suitable‌​⁠ for the job.”‍⁠

“He⁠​​ is. Not just⁠​ because he’s my‍‌ disciple. Varus is‍ truly an exceptional⁠ mercenary.”

The⁠​​ King of Mercenaries​ let out a low laugh.

“I​‌⁠ don’t blame you.‌⁠‌ You did nothing​‌ wrong, and giving​ a mission to‍‍⁠ a mercenary isn’t‌ strange.”

After​ all, it was‌ Varus who chose⁠​⁠ to accept it.‍

“And⁠​ yet, I can’t⁠‌ help but think​‌ that if it​‍⁠ weren’t for your⁠ commission, he wouldn’t‌ have ended up​‌ like this.”

“…What​‌ happened to Varus?”‌

“Ask‍⁠ your father. And​‍‍ do me a favor—stay as far‌‌ from my sight‌‌‌ as possible. I know it wasn’t​‍‍ your fault, but​ my emotions don’t‌​‌ understand reason.”

The⁠ King of Mercenaries‍‌‌ swallowed his hatred‍​ and walked away.‍​⁠

Once‌​⁠ he was gone,​ Fernan was finally⁠‌‌ able to breathe,‍‍​ freed from that​⁠‍ overwhelming pressure.

“Are‍ you alright, young‍‌ master…?”

Hyde,‌‍ who had been‌⁠‌ powerless before the​‍​ King of Mercenaries,⁠ bit his lip‍ in concern.

“I’m…‍​ fine.”

His‍‍ head throbbed as‍⁠ if it were​ going to split,‌‌‍ but that didn’t⁠ matter. What mattered‌⁠ now was something‌⁠ else.

‘Something‌ happened to Varus!’⁠⁠

And⁠ that meant that‌‍⁠ if Aint was‍ with him, he‌ was surely in‌‍ danger too.

What​ if his interference​​‌ with the future​‌ had made the​​ corrupted send a stronger force?

Damn‍‌ it—Fernan clenched his⁠ teeth in anger.‍‌

At‌ that moment—

“Young⁠‍ master, here you‍‍​ are. The lord‍​ calls for you.”‌

A servant found him.⁠ Fernan went straight‍‌⁠ to the patriarch’s‍ office.

“You’re⁠ here. From your‌‌ expression, I see​​‍ you’ve already crossed‍‍ paths with Garrett.”‍

Garrett⁠⁠ Schreiner—the true name‌ of the King​ of Mercenaries.

“Yes.‌ What exactly is​ going on?”

“Garrett⁠ came to ask​​ for our help.‌​​ He wants us‍ to track down‌‍ the culprit.”

The⁠ Pellenberg family’s information​‌‌ network spread like⁠⁠‍ a spider’s web,‌ unmatched on the‌‍​ continent.

It‍⁠ was only natural⁠​‍ that the King⁠ of Mercenaries would​ come to them.‌⁠​

“…The⁠‌ culprit?”

“In​ the Abellar subjugation​‌ operation, his disciple,‍‌‍ Varus Dene, was⁠​‌ seriously injured and‍‍‌ has yet to‌​ wake up.”

“……!”‍‍

Fernan​⁠ let out a sigh of relief.‌

He‍ felt bad for⁠ Varus, but if​ the corrupted had​‍‍ achieved their goal,‌⁠ they wouldn’t have‍ left witnesses.

The‍⁠‌ fact that Varus‍ was still alive‍⁠​ meant—

‘Aint‌⁠‍ isn’t dead.’

Hope‌⁠ was still alive.⁠‍

***‍

“What​ were you talking⁠‌‍ about?”

“Something​‍ serious.”

According​‌​ to the prophecy‍​​ book, Aint was‍‌‌ supposed to endure‌‍ the attack from‌ the corrupted alone.‌‍‍ But this time,⁠ even with Varus‌⁠⁠ and the Shadow‍ Lance Company present,⁠​​ things had still‌⁠​ reached this point.‌⁠‍

‘There’s​ only one explanation.’​‍​

It⁠‌ meant that the‍ future Fernan had⁠⁠ altered was causing‌‍ a butterfly effect.‍‍​

And‍⁠ that, in turn,​ implied that the‌ future could also‌ change in unpredictable​​⁠ ways.

‘I​‍‌ only wanted to‌ leave some minimal‌​‌ preparations for Aint’s​ growth, but that‌‍ might not be‍‍ enough.’

Perhaps⁠ it wouldn’t be​​⁠ Andromalius who appeared,‌ but a different⁠‌‌ demon; or maybe⁠ the students wouldn’t‌ just be infected⁠ with demonic magic⁠​‍ and lose their⁠‍‍ minds, but something​‌ even worse could​​‌ happen.

More​​ safety measures were‍⁠​ needed.

Something⁠ that could at​⁠ least prevent the⁠​ worst-case scenario, like⁠‍ what had happened‍⁠‍ with Varus.

He‍‍‍ finished the letter‌⁠‌ and placed a small gem inside‌ the envelope.

“You​‌ know who to‍ send this to,​ right?”

“To​​ that greedy professor‍⁠​ at the academy,⁠‍​ right?”

“And‍ this too.”

“Another⁠‍⁠ letter?”

“To‌⁠‌ send to Luina.”⁠

“Understood.”⁠⁠​

Hyde‍ received the letters.​

***‌

After⁠‍ a longer winter‌ than other regions,‍​ the melted snow‌ had turned the‍⁠⁠ ground into a muddy mess.

A knight in silver‍ armor rode a white steed. The‌ slippery mud was​ no obstacle, and‍ her gleaming blue‍ sword cut through⁠‌ the air, bringing⁠ monsters down amidst‍​ shrieks.

“Follow‌‌‍ Dame Luina!”

“Charge!”‌‍‍

Thirty​‍ knights charged in​⁠​ unison.

Like​ a sharpened spear,​⁠‍ their charge split‌‍ the monsters in​⁠ two.

“Good‌‍ work.”

There‍ weren’t many enemies,‍‌ so the battle​ ended quickly.

Luina‌‍​ wiped the blood​ from her sword​⁠ and gave a carrot to her​ horse, which was‌ breathing heavily.

“You‌⁠ worked hard too.‌⁠ Truly, the area‌ has stabilized quite‌‌ a lot.”

Although​‍‍ she had returned​‌‌ to her fief‌ in less than‍⁠ half a year,‍ the difference was‌ clear.

The‌​ walls had been‍ largely repaired, and‌‍⁠ the monster nests‍‍‌ that had sprung⁠‌‌ up since that​‍ day were almost⁠ eradicated.

“Your​​​ Excellency worked hard.”⁠

“It⁠‍ was thanks to‌​⁠ everyone’s efforts. Let’s⁠ head back. This​‌ has been enough.”‌⁠‍

Since​ the purpose was‌ reconnaissance, there was‍‍ no reason to‌‍‌ stay longer once⁠​‌ they confirmed there⁠ were no new​ nearby nests.

“Yes.”⁠‍‌

The‌⁠‍ reconnaissance squad, made⁠‍ up only of‌ knights, returned to​ the fief.

“My⁠​‌ lady, His Excellency⁠‍ calls for you.”‍‌‍

“My‍​‍ father?”

Count⁠ Bercheff awaited her​‌ in his office.‍ He had prepared⁠ tea and sweets‌ on the table,‌‍ as if expecting‌​ her.

“Welcome.”​

“No‌​ new monster nests‍⁠ were found near‌​‍ Alsen.”

“Good‍⁠ work. First, have‌‌‌ some tea. There’s‍​ also chocolate, the⁠‌ kind you like.”​

“Thank​⁠ you.”

Luina,‍ who was a bit low on‍ sugar, took a piece of chocolate​ and put it‍ in her mouth.⁠

‘…It’s‍‌ not the same.’‌‍

Although⁠‌ it was high‌ quality, she had⁠‍ grown too used‍⁠ to kraken-ink chocolate‍ and felt this‍‍‌ one lacked something.⁠

“Here.”​‍‌

“What’s‍​ this?”

“A​‍‌ letter for you.”‌‌

It‌‍ was sealed with‌‌ the Pellenberg emblem,⁠ but it wasn’t⁠​ from the patriarch.‍​​

“Fernan?”⁠‍

“When⁠​​ I was told‌ you’d grown close​ to Fernan and⁠⁠‌ even paired up,⁠ honestly, I didn’t​⁠‌ believe it. But‍‍ it seems it’s⁠ true. You even‌⁠‌ exchange letters during⁠⁠‌ vacation.”

“…It’s​⁠​ nothing special. Did‍ you open it?”​​

“I’m​⁠ not so vile‌ as to open‍​ my daughter’s letter.‌⁠​ Though, of course,​⁠‍ I was dying​ to.”

Luina⁠‍ opened the letter.⁠

It​‍ didn’t say much.​

[Corrupted⁠ sighted.]

It​‌ was both information⁠​ and a warning.‍⁠​ It told her​ to be ready,‍⁠⁠ because when vacation‍‍ ended, there might‍​‌ be a fight‍‍ against the corrupted.​

‘Seems‌​⁠ he’s telling me⁠‌ to return early.’​‌

That​⁠ was probably it.‌‍⁠

“May⁠‍‍ I ask what‌ it says?”

“It’s‍⁠ nothing important.”

Since‍‌ they had decided‌ to keep the‍‍ matter of the⁠ corrupted and Fernan‍‌‌ secret, she couldn’t‌ tell him.

“If‍⁠‌ it’s nothing, can‍⁠‍ I see it?”​‍‍

“Why‌ do you want⁠‌⁠ to see it?”‍‌​

“Pellenberg​ may have lent‍⁠ us money, but‍⁠ they also keep​‍⁠ us chained with​‌ that debt. I’m‌⁠⁠ not sure it’s‍‍ good for you‌​ to be so‌ close to Fernan‌‌ Pellenberg.”

“Fernan‍⁠​ promised to exempt​ us from interest⁠⁠⁠ for three years.”‌

“I⁠​ know. Thanks to‍ that, we can‌‍ breathe a little⁠‍‌ easier.”

But‍‍ even so—

“I⁠​⁠ still don’t understand⁠⁠⁠ it. Why would‍ a family so⁠‌ obsessed with money⁠ make such a promise and keep‍ it? The debt⁠​⁠ we owe is‌‍ enormous. Giving up‍ that interest is‌​‌ no small matter.”‌⁠‍

“That’s…”‌

“No​‍ matter how much⁠⁠‌ I think about​​ it, I come⁠⁠‌ to only one⁠​ conclusion. But I don’t want you​​‌ to end up⁠ married off as‌ if sold to‌​ pay a debt.”‌​

Luina’s‍⁠‍ face flushed red.‍

“…It’s‌‍‌ not that!”

“Then,​ can you show⁠‌​ me?”

“……”‌​​

“I‍ feel like that​ letter is from‌ that bastard Fernan⁠ pressuring my dear⁠​‍ daughter. Since it​‌‍ arrived, I’ve resisted​ many times the‍‌⁠ temptation to open​ it.”

“……”‍‍

Under‌ the count’s stern⁠​ gaze, Luina bit‌ her lip. After‌‍​ hesitating for a moment, she spoke.‍​​

“Promise⁠​‌ me you won’t‌⁠ tell anyone what⁠‌‌ you read.”

“I⁠‍‍ promise.”

“On​ your honor?”

“Yes.”‌

Carefully,⁠‍​ Luina handed him‌ the letter. The‍‌‍ count read it‌‍ carefully, then stood​ up.

“Father?”⁠

“Follow​‌ me.”

“Where⁠​‌ are we going‍⁠ all of a sudden?”

“You’ll‌‌ know when we⁠⁠ get there.”

The‍‌‌ place they went‌‍ to was the⁠​​ heart of the‌​‍ fief.

“Open‍​⁠ the door.”

“Yes,‍ my lord.”

The‌ soldiers opened a guarded door, revealing​​ a staircase leading‌​​ underground.

“I’ve​‍ always wondered. The‌‍‌ ignorant believe the​ north is a hell full of⁠ monsters, but that’s‍ not entirely true.”⁠⁠

Monsters‍‍​ were beasts, yes,​ but they were‌⁠‍ living creatures of​ this continent, with‍‍ their own laws‍⁠ and ecosystems.

“But​⁠ that day was⁠​⁠ different. They came​‌‍ in an unimaginable‍ horde and swept​​ through the fief.”​‌

Though⁠‌ they had managed​⁠ to hold out,⁠ it was barely.‍​⁠ Much of the‍ fief was destroyed,‍‍⁠ and many soldiers​ and civilians died.⁠​

Without‍ help from other⁠‍‍ fiefs, the empire,⁠ and Pellenberg’s loan,‍‌ Bercheff would not‍ have been able⁠⁠ to recover.

“It‌​ was something impossible.”‌

That’s‍ why, as they‌ rebuilt, they also‍ searched for the⁠ cause.

“And‌​ I found it.⁠​⁠ Recently.”

“Found‌‍​ what?”

Creak!⁠

The⁠‍ underground storeroom door​⁠‌ opened.

Inside⁠​ was a corpse.‌

A repulsive, filthy, nauseating​‍ corpse that provoked​‌ instinctive rejection.

“…It​ can’t be.”

“It’s​ exactly what you’re‌‍ thinking. And thanks‍ to it, I understood.”

He‌ understood why that‌‍ tragedy had occurred.⁠

How‌​‌ it was possible​‌‍ for dozens of‍​⁠ different monster species‍​ to descend together.‌‌

“They‌‍ didn’t come to‌ invade. They were‌‌⁠ driven out of⁠⁠‌ their territory by​ something stronger.”

In‌‍‍ the extreme northern‍‌ lands, a demonic​​ creature had made⁠​ its nest.

“……!”‍

“So‌‍ tell me clearly,‍⁠⁠ Luina.”

The‌​​ count looked his​ daughter in the‍ eyes.

“What⁠​⁠ is really happening​⁠‌ at the academy?”‍‌⁠

Luina‌‌ could no longer‍​​ keep the secret.⁠‍

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