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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 6

Chapter 6

While‌ Fernan was away‌‍ visiting his family‍⁠‌ estate, time at​ the Academy continued‌​‌ to move steadily‌⁠‍ forward.

The‌ entrance ceremony concluded⁠‌ with the oath‌⁠ of the top⁠ first-year students from⁠⁠⁠ each department. Soon​​⁠ after, the Imperial‍‍‌ Academy began a new semester.

Fernan​‍‍ entered the classroom‍⁠ and took a seat. As students⁠⁠ arrived, the room⁠​ grew increasingly lively‍⁠‌ and noisy.

“Fernan.”​

Someone⁠​⁠ approached while he‌⁠‍ sat silently, lost‍⁠‍ in thought.

“Your‍‍ Highness. It’s been‍ a while.”

“I’m⁠⁠‍ disappointed. Weren’t we​⁠‍ going to talk‌‌ casually?”

“This​‍ is our first‍ time seeing each‌ other since reaching‍‌ the second year.⁠‍‌ I thought I should at least⁠ greet you properly.”​⁠⁠

Few‌ people dared approach‍ Fernan, given the⁠⁠‍ dignity of his​‌‌ house and the​​ heavy aura surrounding⁠⁠ him.

Only‍ those with comparable​‌ prestige or those​‍ whom Fernan personally⁠⁠​ acknowledged as competent‍ and with whom‍‌ he maintained a certain level of‌⁠​ familiarity came near.‍⁠⁠

Ludger⁠​‍ Schwaben, the blond‌​‍ second prince of‍⁠‍ the imperial family,⁠​ belonged to both‌ categories.

“I​ heard you returned‌​ early and were‍ working on merchant‍‌​ guild affairs?”

“That’s‌⁠ right.”

“As⁠‌ expected from Pellenberg’s​​​ heir, always busy.”⁠​

“I’m​​ not the heir.”‍

“That’s‍‌‌ practically guaranteed.”

“Nothing⁠ is ever guaranteed.”⁠‌⁠

“Typical‌ merchant talk, so⁠ thorough. Don’t you⁠​ ever get tired​​​ of living so⁠ tensely?”

“That’s‍‌ none of your‌‌ business.”

“Yes,​​ yes.”

Ludger‍ chuckled softly. After‍‍ glancing around, he⁠‍‍ leaned in a bit closer.

“Anyone​‍ among the first-years‍ catch your attention?”​​

“Why?”‌​‌

“Because‍​⁠ if it’s you,‌‌⁠ you’ve probably already⁠‌‍ investigated all of‌‌⁠ them.”

“I’ve‌‍ been watching everyone‍​‍ who made the​‌‍ rankings.”

A textbook answer, but⁠‍​ also the correct​⁠‌ one. This year’s​​‌ incoming class had‌ quite a bit​‍⁠ of talent.

Ludger‌‍‌ nodded.

“What​‍ did you think‍ of Aria Fridien?”‌‍⁠

“The⁠ runner-up from the‌​‌ Magic Department?”

“Yes.‍‍ She seems desperate⁠​‍ to get close‌⁠ to the electors’​​ children. Probably trying​‌​ to earn recognition.​⁠ The established elector‍‍ families consider the⁠⁠ Fridien family outsiders.”⁠

“You’re‍⁠ one to talk.‌‌‍ Weren’t you the‍​​ one who helped‍⁠ her?”

“I‍ didn’t really do⁠ anything.”

That​‍ wasn’t a lie.‌ It was Duke⁠‍‍ Pellenberg who acted⁠ as an intermediary,‍​⁠ and Fernan had⁠‌⁠ nothing to do​​ with it.

“What‍ about Aint Armian?”⁠

“He​ hasn’t shown anything⁠⁠‍ special yet, so‍​ I’m not sure.‌‌‌ Aside from the⁠⁠⁠ name ‘Armian,’ he⁠⁠​ doesn’t stand out‌‌ much.”

“Funny,‌​ considering I heard‍​ you visited him‌ personally.”

Ludger’s​ lips were smiling,‍⁠‍ but his eyes​ weren’t.

“Well,​ he’s from the​‌⁠ old royal family.‌​ Of course I’d‍ be interested if‌ someone from the‌‌⁠ ancient imperial lineage‌ suddenly showed up‌ at the Academy‍‌ after more than​ a century.”

“Well,⁠⁠⁠ you’re a merchant.⁠ A merchant’s curiosity‍​⁠ can rival that‌​ of a mage.​ Oh wait, you’re​ also a mage,⁠​‍ aren’t you?”

Ludger‌⁠‌ shrugged with a smile.

“Looks​ like the professor’s​‌‌ coming. See you‍ later.”

“Yeah.”‍⁠​

‘Ludger⁠​ Schwaben.’

Watching‌‍‍ him walk away,​​ Fernan let out⁠‍ a quiet sigh.‌⁠

‘Ludger‍‌ Schwaben and Aint⁠​ Armian. Schwaben and‍ Armian…’

The‍​‌ current royal family​‍ and the former⁠‍⁠ royal family that​‍ they overthrew. Though⁠‍ they once shared​ the same roots,⁠‍‌ they were now⁠​ like oil and​⁠ water—impossible to mix.‌

“Defeat‍ him.”

Ludger⁠⁠ Schwaben muttered softly.​‌

The​ past is only⁠​​ romanticized when it‍ remains in the⁠‍⁠ past. Memories are‌ more beautiful when⁠⁠ left untouched. Let⁠ people know that‌‌‌ the past is⁠‌‌ just that—past.

“And⁠ let it remain​⁠ forever as nothing⁠‍ more than a memory.”

A sharp pain throbbed⁠⁠​ in Fernan’s head‍ as the vision‍⁠⁠ of the future‌‍ he had once‍‌⁠ seen repeated itself.⁠

A future where Ludger‌ Schwaben moved to‌ suppress Aint Armian.‍

What​⁠ should he do?‌‌

“…If‍‌ I go by‌‌ the prophecy alone,​‌​ then Aint Armian​​ is the one⁠ to bet on.”‍

But​ Schwaben wouldn’t collapse​ so easily. Aint‌‌‌ still had a long way to​⁠‍ go before achieving⁠ victory.

Tap,⁠ tap.

Fernan’s⁠ fingers drummed on​​​ the desk.

The⁠⁠‍ first lecture for⁠‌‍ second-year magic students‍‌‌ was a 5-credit‌​​ course titled Combat,​​ War, and Magic.​

“Is⁠‌‍ everything ready?”

When⁠ Fernan left the​​ lecture hall after⁠‌ finishing class, Hyde⁠​⁠ approached him.

There‌‌‌ had been a surprise test. He‍‌‍ finished quickly and‍⁠ left.

The​ professor had given‌⁠ a test on​‌ the first day,‌⁠ which drew complaints‍‍ from many students,⁠‍‌ but it allowed‌‌‍ Fernan, who finished​ quickly, to leave‌‍ ahead of the‌⁠ others.

“A‌​ test on the‍​ first day? What​‌ a peculiar professor!”‌⁠‍

“Unusual,⁠‌ yes. But skilled‍‍ and experienced enough​‍‍ to pull it‍ off.”

Officially,​‍ it was to⁠ assess whether students‌⁠ remembered what they⁠ had learned in​‍‍ the first year,​‌​ but Fernan didn’t‌‍‌ really care.

For‍ him, the exam‍‌ wasn’t that important‍​​ to begin with.​‌‍

“For​‍​ the next class,⁠⁠​ write the name‌‌​ of a second-year⁠‌‌ Knight Department student​⁠ you’ll work with‌​ as a partner.”‍

“If‍​⁠ the knight student‌⁠ doesn’t agree to‌ the pairing, it⁠⁠‌ won’t be valid,‌‍‍ so don’t just​⁠⁠ write anyone and⁠ make a fool‌​ of yourself.”

“During⁠​ the test, the‍​ announcement written on‍⁠ the board turned⁠⁠ out to be‌ the core of​ today’s lecture.”

Partners.​‍‍ The long-awaited moment‌⁠‍ had finally arrived.⁠

The‌​ first thing Fernan‌ did, as if‌⁠ struck by lightning,‍​ was confirm the‍ protagonist.

After‍ that, he began‌‍ manipulating his connection⁠⁠‍ with Luina, who⁠⁠​ would lead to​​​ his downfall.

The‍​‍ seeds he had‍‌​ sown during the​‍ break were finally‌‌ beginning to sprout.‍⁠

“And​‌​ I’m curious to‌‌​ see who that​​​ guy ends up​ paired with.”

At⁠ that moment, the⁠⁠​ top student from‍​​ the Magic Department,‌ Carlo Deneb, exited‌ the classroom a bit later than⁠ Fernan.

Carlo⁠​‌ gave Fernan a strange look, then‍‍ quickly turned away‌⁠⁠ when their eyes⁠⁠‌ met.

‘Originally‍‍‍ your partner was​⁠ Luina Bercheff, wasn’t⁠‌ it?’

A textbook pairing of⁠ first and second⁠ place, but undoubtedly‌ a powerful one.​‍‍

However,⁠‍ since Fernan had⁠‍ altered the future,‍​ he was very‍ curious to see⁠​ who Carlo would​ end up with.⁠⁠

‘If‍⁠ this incident causes​ a change in‍​​ the future, that​‍ would prove the‍‍ prophecy isn’t absolute.’⁠⁠

Even⁠‌ persuading Luina Bercheff‌ to become his⁠​‌ partner preemptively had‌⁠⁠ already altered the‍​ original path, but⁠ that detail wasn’t​​ written in the⁠​‍ prophecy.

Which​⁠⁠ meant that from​‌ this point on,‍⁠ this was the‌‍‌ true test.

This⁠ was the moment​⁠ when the future⁠‌​ described in the​ prophecy should unfold.‌‌​

‘Depending‍ on the result,‌ I’ll decide how​‍⁠ to handle Aint.’‌

Whether​⁠ to approach him‍​ actively or passively.⁠‌‌ If the future‌​‌ could truly be‌ changed, then the‍ future where he⁠ ended up ruined‌⁠ could also be​ reversed.

“Are​ we heading to​ the Knight Department​⁠ now?”

“Yes.​‍ The opening lecture‍ for first-year Knight⁠⁠ Department students is‍ War and Practical‍‌‍ Dueling, right?”

War⁠⁠​ and Practical Dueling‌‍ was a 5-credit‌‌ course for first-year​ Knight students. It⁠ conceptually overlapped with​ Combat, War, and​‍​ Magic from the‍ Magic Department and‍⁠ was known for​​ organizing duels on‍‌⁠ the very first‍ day to accurately⁠⁠‌ assess skill level.‌​‌

It⁠ was also the‍‍ lecture mentioned in‍ the prophecy.

***‍‍

“Winner!⁠⁠‌ Armian!”

The‌⁠‌ referee raised the‍ flag signaling the​‍‍ end of the​⁠ match after checking⁠ the condition of‌ the fallen cadet.⁠‌

At‍‌ his declaration, cheers​‍​ erupted among the‍‍​ spectators.

“He​‌‍ won!”

“He​​​ defeated Anto Dnern!”⁠

“He⁠‍ was no match⁠ for him during‍‌‍ the entrance ceremony!”⁠​⁠

“Is​ this the power⁠‌‌ of royal blood…?”⁠​

“Even‌​‍ so, Aint didn’t‌⁠ even rank in‍‌⁠ the entrance exam,​‌​ and Anto placed‍ 10th!”

Everyone​⁠​ was stunned by‍⁠‌ the sudden upset.‌​‍ Everyone except one.⁠‌

The⁠⁠​ one who created​ the miracle, Aint,‍‍ raised his sword⁠ high and roared.⁠

‘This​‍ is just the‌‌ beginning. I will​‌​ restore my family’s​​ honor.’

This​‌ was the moment⁠ when the name⁠ Aint Armian began⁠‍‍ to spread among⁠⁠ professors and cadets‍​⁠ alike.

This‍‌ was the turning⁠‌ point when Aint⁠ Armian began to⁠ shine after obtaining‌‍ Gardner Alfenfarsen’s ego​⁠ sword.

It​​ was something that⁠‌​ absolutely had to⁠ be witnessed.

***‍‍

“This‍‌‌ must be the⁠​‌ first time a second-year mage audits⁠ a first-year Knight​​ Department class.”

“Don’t‌‍⁠ be ridiculous. What’s⁠ the situation?”

“I‌ already bribed the⁠ assistant, so there‍ shouldn’t be any​ problems.”

“Only​ the assistant?”

According‌‍‍ to Academy rules,‍​​ professors are forbidden​​ from accepting bribes‍ from students and⁠‍⁠ face severe disciplinary⁠‍‌ action if caught.⁠

“And?”‌​​

“But​ picking up an​⁠​ unclaimed bag of‍​ gold someone conveniently⁠‌ dropped in their‌‌​ home? That’s not⁠​‍ against the rules.‍⁠‌ Professor Grad, who​‍ just happened to​‍ find such a bag at home,⁠‍⁠ was delighted with‌ your academic enthusiasm⁠‌‍ and kindly allowed⁠ you to attend‌‍​ as an observer,‍ so long as‍⁠​ you don’t interfere.”‌⁠

“Excellent.”​

The‍⁠ Knight Department had​⁠ a noticeably different⁠​‍ atmosphere than the‌ Magic Department—more energetic⁠ and full of‍‌‍ vigor.

Part​⁠‍ of it came‍⁠ from the fundamental‍⁠​ difference between mages‌ and knights, but‍ also from their⁠‍ environments: while the⁠‌​ Magic Department had⁠‍‍ many labs, the⁠‍ Knight Department was‌ full of training‍ rooms.

“Should​​‍ I go in⁠ too?”

“It’s​‌ just an audit.​⁠ One more person​ won’t be an​⁠​ issue.”

“But​​⁠ Professor Grad only⁠‍‍ mentioned you, young‌⁠⁠ master…”

“After⁠​​ all the money‍​ I spent? If​ that becomes a problem, that’s the​‌ real problem.”

And​⁠⁠ if it did‌‌ become a problem,‌ he would simply⁠​ visit the professor’s‌ house and drop‌ off a bit‍ more.

Fernan,​⁠ accompanied by his⁠‌​ assistant, entered the‌ lecture hall, avoiding‌ as many gazes⁠ as possible.

“Next!⁠‌‌ Aynan Elaine and​ Pellon Hark!”

True‍ to the Knight‌ Department’s style, the‍‌⁠ lecture hall had⁠‌⁠ a small dueling‍​⁠ arena in front‌⁠ of the podium.⁠‌⁠

At‌‌ the assistant’s call,‌⁠ the first-year student​ pairs stepped forward‌​ to duel. To⁠‌‌ one side, the‌‍⁠ burly and scarred‌​‌ Professor Grad silently​ watched the duels‌‌‍ with a critical​⁠‍ eye.

Thanks​ to everyone’s attention‍⁠‍ being fixed on⁠⁠​ the duels, Fernan⁠​​ slipped in and‍ took a seat‌​​ unnoticed.

Aynan⁠‍ Elaine. Rank 61.​‌ Pellon Hark. Rank‌⁠ 37. Bad luck⁠ for Aynan. Pellon‍ should win easily.⁠⁠⁠

The‌‌⁠ duel pairs were‍‌‍ selected at random​⁠‍ by drawing names‍‍‌ from a box.‍‍​ It was pure⁠⁠ luck, and being​‍ matched against someone​‍​ more than ten​​ ranks above you⁠​‌ was simply misfortune.‌

The‍​ skill difference was‍ clear. Pellon Hark‍ will win.

“I‌‌ think so too.”​

As‌⁠ expected, Aynan Elaine‌ put up a decent fight, but‍ was ultimately defeated‍​⁠ with ease.

‘It’ll⁠​ be the same‍‌ for Aint Armian‍‍ too… unless this‍ time is different.’‌‍‍

More​ specifically, his lineage‍⁠ and the weapon⁠ he had obtained.‌‍​

No,​​‌ even if most​⁠ had forgotten, the⁠​⁠ fear and terror‌ of that era‍⁠‍ still lingered. Those‌​ feats wouldn’t have‍⁠ been possible without​⁠ genuine talent.

After‍⁠ all, he had‌⁠‍ defeated legendary demons.‌ If that could⁠‍ have been done‌‌ with just a special weapon, anyone‌​ could have done‍⁠​ it.

Aint​‍ Armian is special.⁠‍ If anything, it​‌‍ was his environment‍ that held him​‌ back. The decline‌ of the secret‍ sword art of‍ Armian is well‌⁠ known.

The​⁠‍ long-awaited moment had⁠‌‍ arrived.

“Next,​ Anto Dnern! And​‍ Aint Armian!”

Ranked‌⁠ 10th in the‌ Knight Faculty, Anto⁠⁠‍ Dnern and Aint‍ Armian stepped forward.‍

“Anto’s‌⁠ going to win,⁠‍​ right?”

“Of​‍ course. Anto is‍‍​ 10th and Aint​​​ is 38th. There⁠ was also a huge difference in​⁠⁠ skill during the‌​ entrance exam.”

“Even‍⁠ so, it’s pitiful.‍⁠​ To be humiliated​‌⁠ in public like‌​ this.”

“Old‍ imperial family. And⁠ even if he‌⁠‍ were, what can‌⁠‌ you do with​ no talent?”

Whispers‌⁠ filled the air.‍‍⁠ Perhaps because the​‌ Armian royal lineage​ was still respected​​ and revered throughout​‌​ the Empire, the‌⁠​ murmurs weren’t too‍⁠ loud, but everyone‍​ was certain Aint‍‌ would lose.

“You‌⁠​ came to see​⁠⁠ Aint Armian too,⁠⁠ young master?”

“Yes.”‍‌

“Who‍ do you think‍ will win?”

“What‌‍ do you think?”​

“Hmm.”​

The⁠ assistant carefully observed‌‌ the two students.​‍

“That​⁠⁠ Anto Dnern… didn’t‌ he place 10th​​ in the entrance‍‌ exam?”

“He​ did.”

“And‌ Aint Armian placed⁠‌‍ 38th, which lowered‍ people’s expectations for⁠ the Armian family.”⁠⁠

“That’s‍‍ also true.”

“But‍⁠ how odd. It‍​ doesn’t seem like‌⁠ the gap between‍‍ them is that​⁠ big to me.”‌

He​⁠‍ tilted his head‍ in curiosity.

“Begin!”‍‌

The​​ duel started immediately.​​

“Winner,‌ Aint Armian!”

Defying‌ everyone’s expectations, it⁠ happened exactly as‍⁠⁠ the prophecy foretold.⁠‍

“…”⁠

A flash of interest⁠ gleamed in Professor‌‌‌ Grad’s eyes.

“He‌ won!”

“Anto‌⁠‌ Dnern was defeated!”‍

“He‍‌ couldn’t even compare‍⁠ to the entrance⁠‍ ceremony!”

The​‍ classroom filled with⁠⁠‍ gasps of surprise​ from the students.​⁠‌

‘Just‍​ as the prophecy‍‍‍ said, helping Aint​​ Armian stop the‌ demons is the​‍​ best course of⁠⁠ action.’

Fernan‌​⁠ believed it was⁠‌‌ the best option⁠⁠ for the most⁠​⁠ favorable future.

But⁠‌ he still couldn’t​ be sure. Would‌ the prophecy’s content‌ change if he‍‌​ acted differently?

‘Or‍⁠ am I making⁠‍‍ things worse by⁠‌ interfering?’

Or‌‍‌ perhaps, no matter‌‍⁠ what he did,⁠⁠⁠ everything would still​‍​ unfold exactly as​ the prophecy described.‌⁠‌

At‍​ least for now,‍‌⁠ events matched the⁠ prophecy. That was⁠‍‌ reason enough to‍ trust it, though‌⁠‍ it didn’t make​ him particularly happy.⁠​

‘No,⁠ the future isn’t​ fixed. I’ll confirm⁠ it in the⁠ next lecture.’

Taking⁠‌‍ advantage of the‍‍ commotion, Fernan rose‍⁠‍ from his seat.⁠‌‌

“Let’s‍‌‌ go.”

“You‍‌ already knew?”

“Knew⁠​‍ what?”

“That‍‌​ he’d win. You‌‌ didn’t seem surprised⁠​‍ at all.”

“I​​ had a hunch.”⁠

“How?”⁠⁠‌

“I‌‌‍ met him once‍‌⁠ by chance.”

“Did‌⁠‍ you fight him⁠ or something?”

“No.‍​⁠ I knew just‌‍‍ by looking at‌‌⁠ him.”

“What‌⁠‌ kind of nonsense…?”‌‌

At​⁠ that moment, a student caught his‍ attention—someone silently watching‌‍‍ Aint Armian with​​‍ an expressionless face.⁠‌‌

That‍ guy’s Verian Kalburdern,​‍ right?

Who…?‍⁠ Oh, right. He‍‍​ entered as second‌‍ in the Knight‍ Faculty.”

“That’s‍ him.”

“Excuse​ me? What do‌‌ you mean?”

A villain. The first‌‍​ adversary the protagonist⁠⁠⁠ must overcome to‌‌ grow.

“And‌‌‌ I must ensure‍ he becomes nothing‍‌‍ more than a memory.”

“Yes.‌‍ I think I should focus on‍⁠ the present, not​‍ the past. On‌‌ a new future.”‍

Verian‍‍‌ Kalburdern’s pupils turned⁠‍ cold.

Whether‌⁠‍ his skills had⁠‍‍ suddenly improved or​​​ he’d simply been‍‌‍ hiding them, Anto⁠‍ Dnern was finished.‌‍​ Aint Armian will⁠ never surpass this.⁠⁠‍

Because‍‍‍ I’ll make sure​ of it.

He‌‍‍ was the pawn​‌ taking orders from‌‍‌ Ludger Schwaben.

He‌ would soon fight​‌​ Aint.

‘And‍ that’s exactly where​ my knowledge of⁠‍ the future ends.’⁠​

What‌ happened after that,‌‍ Fernan still didn’t‍ know.

“Let’s​​ go.”

“You’re⁠ not going to‌‍​ tell me what‍‌⁠ you’ll do?”

“You’ll⁠ understand when the‍‍​ time comes.”

The​ noble and his‍⁠‌ assistant left the‌⁠‍ Knight Faculty.

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