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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 60

Chapter 60

“…….”​⁠⁠

“…….”​‍⁠

The‍⁠⁠ two figures, their‍⁠‍ hair completely drenched⁠ in holy water,‍‌ stared blankly at‌ the ceiling.

“Their​ eyes are still⁠ dull—it seems the​‌ purification wasn’t complete.​‌​ As a saint,‌ I cannot allow​‌‍ mediocre work, so‌ once more…”

“Enough​ already!”

“And⁠⁠ you dare call​⁠ yourself a saint?!”⁠⁠​

Aria‍‍ and Verian shouted‍⁠‌ in shock, spitting⁠ insults. At their‍ reaction, Jace smiled‌ in satisfaction.

“The⁠⁠ purification is complete,​‍ my lord.”

“Good⁠⁠‍ work.”

“Thank‍ you. My lord,‌‌​ may I ask‍​​ you for two‍‌‌ sheets of paper?”⁠‌

Fernan​‍​ handed him a couple of sheets⁠‍‌ from the room’s​‍‌ shelf. Jace scribbled⁠​‌ a few things​ and handed them‌ to Aria and⁠⁠‍ Verian.

“What‌‌ is this…?”

“An⁠‌ invoice.”

“An‍​ invoice?”

“I’ve⁠‍‌ removed the corrupt⁠​‌ magic from your​​ brains, so naturally,‍​‍ you must pay‌​ for the service,‍⁠ don’t you think?”⁠‌⁠

Verian‌ took it obediently,​ but upon seeing⁠⁠ the figures written,⁠ he let out‌​ a shriek.

“What​ kind of scam⁠⁠​ is this?! Not‍​‍ even the worst⁠ thief would charge‍ this much!”

“He’s‍‍ absolutely right! Verian‌ is one hundred​​ percent correct!”

Despite⁠‍ their outraged cries,​‌ Jace shrugged with⁠ complete calm.

“Expensive,‌‌⁠ you say? I,​ a saint, personally⁠ purified the minds​‌​ of nobles of‍‍ distinguished blood like‌‍ you. How can‌​⁠ that be expensive?”​‌

“…That…”‌⁠

“Of‍‍ course. My work​⁠ is not cheap.‍‌​ Accept it and​ that’s that.”

“How‌‍ can you change‌ your attitude so‌ quickly?!”

Truly,​ people with big​⁠ ears were straightforward‍‌‌ and carefree. The‌ saint showed an⁠⁠‍ unabashedly worldly smile.‍‌⁠

“I’ve​ never heard that‌⁠⁠ being a virtue.”‍

Since‌‌‍ when could “elf”​‌‍ and “carefree” coexist‍‌ in the same‍⁠ sentence? Fernan let⁠⁠ out a snort‍‍​ of laughter.

“…Fine.”‍​⁠

Aria​‌ accepted the invoice,‌⁠ and Verian could‍‍ no longer keep⁠‌ protesting. After all,​ Jace hadn’t said‌​‌ anything incorrect.

“Then​‍ I’ll appreciate if‍ you pay as‍ soon as possible.​⁠ My lord, I’ll⁠‍ take my leave.”‌​‌

“Are‌‍‌ you busy?”

“Yes.‍⁠⁠ During the festival‍​ I also have​ many responsibilities as‍‌ a saint of​ the Dragon God​​​ Cult…”

The‌⁠‌ anniversary of the‍‍ Empire’s founding was​ approaching, when the‍‌‌ first emperor defeated‍ King Colomo and​⁠⁠ proclaimed the birth⁠‌ of the nation.​

The⁠‌ academy would celebrate⁠ with a festival,‌‍ and as a saint of the‌​​ Dragon God Cult,​​⁠ Jace had to​​‌ oversee several events.‍‍​

“If‌ I find any‍ clue about the⁠​ corrupt, I’ll send​‌ it your way.”⁠

“I’d‌‍⁠ appreciate it.”

And‍⁠ Jace departed.

“Well,‌​ let’s return to​ the matter.”

Fernan‍‌⁠ leaned his chin‍ on his hand,⁠‌ staring intently at‍ Aria and Verian.‍‌

“What​ the hell happened⁠⁠ to you two⁠‍ during this time?”⁠​

“Uh…”‍⁠

Aria‌ blinked.

“I​‍‌ don’t think anything​‌ out of the‍​⁠ ordinary happened. At​ least not that⁠‍ I remember—or did‌ it?”

“…Even‌ if you’ve been‌‌‍ purified, that doesn’t​⁠⁠ mean all memories​‍⁠ are completely restored.”⁠‌‍

In‍⁠ truth, they could‍​‌ remember clearly everything⁠‌ before the contamination​ by corrupt magic.‌‍ What remained blurry‌ was what happened⁠‌‍ under its effect.​

“And​ you, Verian?”

“…I​ don’t remember anything‍‌⁠ special either. The​ only thing I could mention is​​‍ that, even though​ the time changed,‌​ that elf told‌‌ me the same​⁠ thing in the⁠ same place. Several​​ times.”

“And‌‍ what was it​ she said?”

“That,⁠ well…”

The⁠‌⁠ answer came from⁠ Aria.

“That​ there was a problem with the‍⁠ branch of the​ Mother Tree. I think. Or not?‌​ Well, yes, probably⁠‍‌ that. And that,‍​​ following her advice,​ I was supposed‍ to look for‍‌⁠ a reliable piece⁠​ and that’s why‍ I came to⁠‌​ hire Verian. Maybe.”‍

Thanks‍ to those words,⁠ Fernan could draw​ a clearer conclusion‌ about how the⁠ demon summoning had‍‍ originally taken place.⁠​‌

‘A‌ suggestion was implanted‍‍⁠ in Aria, who‍‌​ was supposed to​‍ handle the watch,‌‍ so that she‍‍‍ wouldn’t report the⁠ problem, and during​ that lapse the⁠⁠‌ summoning was carried​‌ out.’

But‍ now the future⁠ had changed thanks​⁠ to his intervention.⁠

In‌ the past, Aria​ would have kept⁠⁠‌ the secret to‍ herself until she‌‍⁠ forgot it, but⁠ now, thanks to‌​ Fernan’s presence, Verian‌‍⁠ had also become​⁠‌ involved.

And⁠‍​ not only them,‍​​ but also Jace.⁠‌‌

‘Perhaps…’‌‌

Perhaps​‌‌ he could still‍‍ prevent the summoning‌ of Andromalius. He‌⁠ didn’t know the‍ exact date, but‍‌ at least he⁠ was certain it​‌ would be before⁠​​ the start of‌ classes.

The‍ moment when students‌⁠​ began returning to​‍‍ the academy and⁠‍​ the island regained⁠​​ its bustle after​⁠‌ the holidays.

Two​ weeks remained until‍⁠‌ then, and not​⁠ many had returned​ yet.

If‌​ he caught the⁠ corrupt beforehand and​​​ stopped the ritual,‍‌‍ the plan was​‍ feasible.

Of⁠‍ course, it was​‍‍ only a possibility.‌ It didn’t mean⁠⁠‌ he truly intended​⁠‌ to do it.‌‌‌

‘What​​ if the corrupt‍ also know that‍⁠ we met today?’⁠​

For​‌ them, Aria had‌ to be a key figure under‍ watch.

“Tell‍⁠ me. Who did⁠‍​ you meet during⁠ the holidays?”

“With⁠ so many. Professor​​‍ Nania, Professor Elia,‍‌‌ Professor Grad, Professor​​ Dominique, Assistant Miller,‌​​ Assistant Aron, Assistant⁠‌‍ Pierce, Senior Nopen,⁠⁠ Senior Clio, ah,⁠ also Professor Valennod!​ And Professor Rosalia!⁠‌ And…”

Fernan,​⁠ who had been‍‍​ jotting down all​‍ those names without​ pause, stopped his‍‌‌ pen.

“Are​ you going to​​ tell me every‍⁠⁠ single name in‌⁠ the academy?”

“It’s‌⁠ just that I saw them all‍‌​ during the holidays.”‌

“What‌ I’m asking is‍ if there’s anyone​ you found suspicious.”⁠⁠

“I⁠​​ don’t know. I think there was⁠​ someone but it’s‍‍​ all blurry, like⁠ it’s wrapped in‍​​ fog.”

Nothing‍​⁠ useful. Fernan turned‌ his gaze to⁠⁠⁠ Verian.

“The⁠⁠‌ same. There’s no​⁠ one in particular​ that caught my‍ attention…”

“What⁠​​ a headache.”

He⁠‌‍ thought he had​ finally found a lead, but it⁠⁠‍ was an illusion.‌

‘Of​ course they wouldn’t​‌ let themselves be‍⁠ caught so easily.’‍‍

They​‍ had been acting‌‍‌ from the shadows​​ for a long‍⁠​ time without leaving⁠​‌ a trace. It​​ wouldn’t be that​ simple.

‘If​​⁠ I think about‌ it, the summoning‍ of Andromalius is⁠ completely opposite to‌‌⁠ the pattern they’ve​ followed until now.‌ Which proves how‌‍​ dangerous Aint is‍​​ to them…’

Otherwise,⁠‍ there would be‌ no reason for‍‍⁠ something so risky.‌

“For‍⁠‌ now, it’s best‌ to check the​⁠ state of the​ branch of the‍⁠ World Tree.”

It‍ was the only​ option he had⁠ at that moment.‍‌‌

“…Let’s‍​​ go.”

“Yes!”⁠

“Me⁠⁠ too?”

“No,‌‍ you’re not needed.”​‍​

Fernan‍‌ stood up.

***​⁠​

“My⁠⁠‍ God, Mother Tree!‍ How could it​‌ end up like‍ this?!”

Ah,‌​‍ ah… Even if​​‌ Aria didn’t need‌⁠​ to cry out‍⁠‍ with such a funeral tone, the⁠‍ state of the⁠ branch of the⁠ World Tree was⁠‍‍ clearly dire.

The‍‌ branches and leaves​⁠⁠ were completely blackened,​ and even the‌‌⁠ soil around it‌ was tainted by⁠ darkness.

It‍​ was evident that‌​‌ the corruption was‍⁠‌ complete.

And‍‍⁠ that wasn’t all.⁠

Zap!⁠‌

“Ouch!”​‌‍

When​ Aria extended her‍‌ hand, corrupt magic⁠​‍ burst forth, causing​ a violent reaction.‌ She screamed and‍‍‌ stumbled back a step.

“…This​‍ is serious.”

What‌​ was strange was⁠ that, despite its‍ condition, barely a trace of corrupt‍ magic could be​‍‌ perceived. Fernan didn’t​‍‌ know whether it‌‌ was because of​ the effectiveness of‍ the corrupts’ concealment‍⁠ spell or some‍​⁠ special property of‌‍‍ the World Tree’s‌‌‍ branch.

“Aria,⁠⁠⁠ can you purify⁠​‍ it?”

“I‌‌​ hate to say⁠⁠ this, but it’s‌ impossible.”

She⁠​ explained that not‌⁠ a trace of⁠ the forest spirit‍‌ remained.

“That’s‍‌​ no longer an‍⁠ avatar of the‌ Mother Tree, but‍⁠ something else wearing‍⁠ its form.”

It⁠ was similar to⁠ the undead. Resurrecting⁠⁠⁠ a corpse with‌ magic didn’t mean​​ the resulting being‍ was the same‍ as it had​‍ been in life.‌​

Even​ if sometimes it⁠ retained certain abilities​​ of the original‌‌ body.

“So…⁠ it’s already too‍⁠ late.”

“…It’s‍‍ my fault. If⁠‌ I hadn’t been‍ so stupid as‍‍‍ to fall into‌⁠‌ a mental spell—surely‍ there were plenty​​ of chances to​⁠ prevent this!”

Aria‍ muttered, eyes bloodshot.‌‍⁠

For‍ elves, the importance‍ of the World​ Tree was reflected‌​ in the very‌ way they named​ it.

And‌‍​ now, its avatar​ had been corrupted‍‌ by the corrupt.‌⁠‌ Fernan couldn’t even‌​ imagine how an​‍ elf must feel​ seeing this.

‘Maybe‌‍ if I lost⁠​ everything completely, it’d‍ be something like‌ this.’

Just‍​ imagining it gave‌‌⁠ him chills. Grrr,‍ Fernan ground his⁠ teeth, cursing the‌​⁠ corrupt.

“Whoever‍‍ it is, I’ll‍ catch them and​‍‍ rip off their‌​ limbs! I swear​​ on my name⁠‍ they’ll pay dearly​‍⁠ for touching the‍ Mother Tree!”

So,⁠‍ first.

Aria​‌ drew her staff.‍⁠ The mana of⁠ the surroundings began⁠ to swirl around⁠​ her like a vortex.

“Let’s‍ free the avatar‍​ of the Mother⁠​​ Tree.”

“…What?”‍​

Fernan,‍⁠‌ surprised by her⁠ sudden decision, stepped‍ between her and​​⁠ the tainted branch.​‍​

“Stop,⁠​ Aria. It’s still​ the avatar of​⁠‍ the World Tree.‍⁠ Are you really​ going to destroy⁠​ it? And you⁠‌ call yourself an​⁠‍ elf?”

“I’d‌ rather destroy it​​⁠ with my own⁠‌‍ hands a thousand‌⁠‌ times over than‍ watch those bastards⁠ use it. Dad‍‍ would praise me‌ for it too.”‌‌‍

Well,‍‌‍ maybe he’d be​ angry if he⁠‍​ knew the avatar‌⁠ had been completely​ corrupted. Aria lowered​ her gaze, crestfallen.⁠​

“Either‍​ way, it has‌ to be destroyed!”⁠⁠​

“If‍ you do, the‍⁠⁠ contract with the‌ academy will be‌ completely void. Are​​ you ready for‍​⁠ that?”

“…That…”‌‌⁠

The​⁠ avatar of the‌ World Tree wasn’t‍‍ just elven property.‌

It⁠ was part of‌‍‌ an agreement between​ the academy and⁠‍‍ Fridien, and destroying⁠‍⁠ it on Aria’s‍‍​ personal judgment alone⁠‍⁠ would be a mistake.

“…Then,‍​‌ what do you​‌ propose? Do you⁠‍ have a solution?”​⁠

“What‍ were you planning‌⁠ to do?”

“Release⁠ the soul of‍ the Mother Tree’s‍ avatar and report⁠‌ it to my⁠‌ father. It’s a problem I can’t‌​⁠ solve alone.”

“I‍ have a better⁠ idea.”

“What‍‍‌ is it?”

“First,⁠‍​ ask Jace for‍ help. We could‌​ also use the‌ holy water that⁠⁠ cured your head.”​

Aria‌​‍ frowned, unconvinced.

“Pouring‌ a high-level potion‍‌ on a corpse‍‍‍ isn’t going to‌ revive it.”

“This⁠⁠‍ is different. It’s‍⁠ a branch of‍‌ the World Tree.”‍⁠

“Hmm…”‍

“I⁠​‌ also plan to​‍ ask Aint for‌ help. As the​ legitimate heir of​​ Armian, natural enemies​ of demons, perhaps‍ he has a solution. Better to‌ try something than‍​‌ to give up‌​ without doing anything,‍​‍ don’t you think?”⁠

“Well,⁠​ that’s true…”

That⁠‍ tone meant she​⁠ was almost convinced.⁠ Fernan nodded.

Though​‌ in truth, he‍‍ had no intention​‍ of healing the‌ branch of the​‌​ World Tree.

It‌ was all an⁠​⁠ excuse to buy⁠​ time. If they‌‍ left it alone,‌ the summoning of​ Andromalius could be​​⁠ completed.

And​‌​ even if the‌‍‍ academy suffered some⁠ damage, Aint’s growth‍​​ was for the‌ good of all​⁠ humanity, so overall,‌ the balance was⁠‌ still positive.

The‍ branch would be‌ the catalyst for‍⁠ the summoning but—so‍‌​ what? If they​‍​ said it had‍‍‍ been destroyed by⁠‌⁠ the demon, no​‍‌ one could complain.‍​⁠

It‍ wasn’t the original‌​⁠ World Tree, just​‍ a young avatar‍ that could never‌ withstand a demonic‍‍​ attack.

“Trust‌ me. Has it‍‍​ ever gone badly‌‌ for you when‍⁠ you listened to‌‌‌ me?”

“And​ has it ever‍⁠ gone well? It’s‍ not like we’ve⁠⁠⁠ shared that much‍ history together.”

She​​⁠ was right. He​​​ had let slip​ the tone he‌ used with Luina​ out of habit.⁠​‌

With​⁠‌ her, he had⁠‍ shared experiences the‌‌‌ entire semester, but‌‍ with Aria the⁠ approach had to‍ be different.

“Doesn’t‍ fighting together on‍‍‍ the battlefield count?”⁠

“That​​ was business.”

“For‌‍⁠ a merchant, those​​‌ who travel with​ him in a caravan are comrades.”‍⁠⁠

“Not‍‌‍ for elves.”

Then‍ he had to​​‍ apply an approach‌ that worked with⁠​ Aria Fridian.

“Alright.⁠‌​ Do you know​ the professor from⁠ the Knight Department‌ in charge of⁠​ third years, Edmond⁠⁠‍ Altriach?”

“Eh?”‍‌⁠

“I’ll⁠​ introduce you.”

“…Oh.”‍⁠‌

Aria‌ was momentarily stunned,‌​​ but nodded out⁠​​ of reflex.

“Alright‌⁠ then!”

Edmond⁠ was a direct⁠ descendant of House⁠‍⁠ Altriach, one of​ the Empire’s pillars.⁠‍

He‍ wasn’t the heir,​ but bearing the‌​ Altriach name and​‌‌ castle was already⁠ enough.

“I’ll‍⁠‍ trust you, senior.‍​ We’re comrades who⁠‍ fought together.”

“Isn’t‍⁠​ it because of‍ the connections?”

“I‌​ won’t deny that⁠⁠⁠ plays a part.‌‌‍ But even so…”‍​

Aria’s⁠ eyes grew serious‍⁠⁠ for a moment.‍‍⁠

“Even​ if it’s a corpse, I can’t​⁠ stand to see‌ demons use the⁠⁠‍ avatar of the‌​‌ Mother Tree. I meant it when⁠​​ I said I’d‌‌ destroy it if‌‌‌ necessary.”

Her‌ resolve to shatter‌⁠​ it if things⁠‍‍ went wrong was⁠‍‌ clear.

“I’ll​ keep that in‌​ mind.”

“Ah,‍‌ and while we’re​‌ at it.”

“Are‌‍‍ you good at​ spiritual summoning?”

“Is​‍ that like asking‍​ a monkey if‌‍ it knows how‌‍ to climb trees?”‍‍

“If‍⁠ you help me,⁠‌ I’ll introduce you​⁠​ to someone else.”‍​

“Who?”⁠‍

Aria’s‍‌ eyes sparkled like​ stars.

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