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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 61

Chapter 61

The‌⁠ corrupt magic of‌⁠ the monster exploded.‌

The⁠ mercenaries were blown⁠ back, and Varus​‌ hurled himself among‍‍⁠ them.

‘No…!’​

He⁠⁠ wanted to scream‍‍ in despair, but​ no voice came‍ out.

Boom!‌‍‌

A roar shook the⁠‍ place, and Varus‍⁠‍ was sent flying.⁠

The⁠ corrupt magic, spreading​ like tentacles, engulfed⁠⁠‌ him completely once‌‌ he hit the‍ ground.

Right​ after, Aint’s body,‌ which had been⁠ motionless all that⁠ time, suddenly surged‌⁠ forward.

Flash!‍

A white light flared,‍ slicing through all⁠‌‍ the corrupt magic⁠​‌ in one stroke.‌

The⁠​ light, fueled by​ rage, shone fiercely‍⁠ and charged straight‌‍ toward evil.

“This⁠ can’t be! You’ve‌‍‍ already reached that​‍⁠ level? I definitely​⁠ can’t let you​‌ live!”

With⁠​​ a furious roar,‌‌‌ evil clashed against​ light, and darkness‌​‍ and clarity collided.⁠

It​ was then that⁠​ Aint opened his⁠​ eyes.

“……”​​

From​⁠⁠ halfway through the⁠ dream, he had‌‍‍ already suspected what‌ it was.

A replay of a past that wouldn’t‌‌ have happened if‍​ he had just⁠ been a little​‍‌ stronger.

— You’re drenched in‍‍ sweat. That dream​ again?

“Yes.⁠‍​ I can’t get‍‍‌ it out of‌‌​ my head.”

— It’s a useless⁠ worry.

— That filthy corrupt‌⁠ was defeated by‌‌‍ your sword.

— He was injured,‍​‍ but survived. And‍ the healer said​​​ with proper rehabilitation⁠‌ he could recover.​​ You don’t need‌ to worry so⁠‍ much.

Gardner​‍ was right. Varus‌​ had received grave‌‍ injuries and was⁠ in danger, but‍‌‌ he overcame the‍​ worst.

Not‍⁠ only had all‍⁠ the corrupt magic⁠‌‌ been cleansed with​ an elixir brought‌⁠ by the King⁠ of Mercenaries, but⁠‍ he had even​⁠​ grown because of​‌ it. It was⁠‌ a blessing in⁠‌⁠ disguise.

And​‍ the corrupt had‌‌​ fallen to Aint’s⁠ sword.

“…Can⁠ it really be‌ called a victory?”​

But‌​ it hadn’t been⁠‌ an easy battle.​

The‌​‍ fury at Varus’s⁠‍⁠ injury, the desperate‌ will to survive,‌⁠⁠ and the repeated‍‌‍ struggle had driven⁠ him into a new awakening.

There⁠‌ was no other‌​ way to describe⁠ it except as⁠ luck.

— It wasn’t luck.⁠⁠⁠

— Enlightenment only comes‌⁠ to those who‌‍ are prepared.

— And besides, you‍ should thank that⁠‌ rich brat Fernan.‌ If it weren’t​‌⁠ for the Saint​‍⁠ bird’s heart he​⁠ gave you, you’d​⁠ be dead right‌​​ now.

True.⁠​ Aint gave a faint nod.

Fernan’s‌ intervention had caused‌‍‍ a butterfly effect‍‍​ that raised Aint’s‌ evaluation.

And⁠‍‌ because of that,⁠ no one knew⁠ that an even‌⁠​ stronger corrupt was⁠‌‍ drawing near.

“I​‌‌ know. I know​​ all that…”

— You’re afraid that‍⁠ if you barely‌​‌ managed against that⁠⁠ corrupt, you won’t‍​​ be able to‌⁠⁠ face a real⁠‍ demon?

The‌⁠ words, which struck​​‍ the nail on⁠⁠‍ the head, made‌ Aint nod cautiously.‌‌

Neither⁠ his lineage as‍‌⁠ Armian’s heir, nor⁠‌⁠ his radiant swordsmanship,‌⁠ natural enemy of​ demons, nor even‌⁠‍ the pride of‍⁠ having been chosen⁠‌​ by the First⁠​ Emperor… none of‍ that mattered in⁠​⁠ that moment.

— You’re right. At‍​ your current level,‌⁠ you probably couldn’t‌ face a demon.‌⁠​ No, you definitely​ couldn’t. I’m sure‌‍⁠ of it.

“…But⁠ I’m not the‌⁠‌ same as before.”⁠‍‌

— Was that too‍‍​ obvious?

“That’s‍​​ such a cliché‌​‌ line from a play. I never‍​ thought I’d hear⁠​ it for real.”‍

Still,‍‌‌ at least it‍​​ was a little‌ comforting. Aint let⁠‌⁠ out a small‌‍‌ laugh.

“You’re‍ right, Gardner.”

When⁠‌‌ he first entered‌‍ the academy, Aint⁠ had ranked 38th.​​‌ He was somewhat​⁠ special, but not‌‌ enough to stand‌ out.

That‌⁠ changed.

Since​ meeting Gardner, he​ had defeated Anton,⁠‍ who was tenth.⁠​

He⁠​ had survived the⁠ corrupts’ ambush, fought⁠⁠ sea serpents, and‍​⁠ grown even further.‍⁠​

And‌‍‌ now, though he‍ had nearly died,⁠⁠ the one still‌ standing was Aint.‌‍‍ If it had‍‍‌ been the Aint‌ from before he⁠⁠​ entered the academy,​‌ he would have⁠‌ died without even​⁠​ resisting.

As‍‍ Gardner said, Aint​‍ was growing, and⁠⁠ at a terrifying‌‍ pace.

“Varus​ nearly died, but‍ in the end‌ he survived. We​‍ defeated the corrupt.‌‍⁠ The King of​​​ Mercenaries learned of‌ their existence and​⁠‍ vowed to eradicate​​‌ them. So, in‍ a way, everything⁠⁠ turned out well.”‌​​

Yes,​‍‍ the situation had​ improved considerably.

“Unless‌⁠ a demon suddenly‍​ pops up out‌⁠‌ of nowhere, there‌​⁠ shouldn’t be a problem.”

Aint⁠ allowed himself some​‍‍ hope.

— Exactly. Besides, it’s‍ not like demons​⁠ are insects crawling‌‍ everywhere. They’re not‌​‌ going to appear​ out of nowhere.‌⁠‍

Knock​​ knock.

“Aint,​​‍ Lord Varus asks‍ if you’d like‍‍ to have dinner‍‍ with him. Do‍‍ you have time?”‍

“Of‍ course.”

With⁠ those thoughts dispelled,‍ Aint’s face, as​ he stepped out‌‌‍ of the room,‌​⁠ radiated peace.

***⁠‍

“Really,‍⁠‍ I still can’t‌ believe it! You​‌ killed that monster?”​‌​

“But‌ you didn’t see​ it, did you?”​⁠

“Uh-huh,‌​ so shut it,‍⁠ coward who dropped‍ without even fighting.”⁠‍‌

“Are‌ you calling me​‍ trash?”

“Yes.”‌

Pffft,⁠‍ Varus and Aint‍‌​ burst into laughter⁠​ at the same‍⁠‍ time.

“How’s‍​ mercenary work? Getting⁠ used to it?”​​‌

“I’m​ starting to feel‌‌ comfortable.”

Since⁠​ Varus had woken,⁠ Aint’s routine had‍ become quite simple.‌

He‍ worked with the‍​ surviving mercenaries of​‌⁠ the Shadow Lance​​ group, building real​‍ combat experience and⁠‍ learning the mercenary‍⁠ lifestyle. Each time⁠ he finished a mission, he went⁠‍ to visit Varus.‍‌‌

“It’s‍ an ogre! Spread​⁠ out and surround​‍ it!”

“Don’t​‍ face it head-on!⁠‍‍ Wear it down​⁠‌ bit by bit!”‍⁠‌

From⁠‌​ simpler extermination missions.‍⁠

“This‌‌ isn’t gnoll territory…?”‌​​

“Protect​​ the cart! It​ can’t take damage!​‍ What it’s carrying‍​ is worth more⁠ than any of​ you!”

To​‍ caravan escorts.

“We‌ want to reach⁠‍ Alsen in three‌ days.”

“If⁠ you want that,⁠ you’ll have to‍‍ pass through Kalkan​⁠ Canyon.”

“That’s‍​ why we hired‌⁠ mercenaries. It’s dangerous,‍⁠ so the pay⁠‍‍ is high.”

Even‍ escorting important people.‍⁠

In​⁠ about forty days,​​ Aint had completed⁠ seven missions, establishing‌ himself as an​‌ experienced mercenary.

“Just‍ looking at you,⁠‌‍ anyone would think​ you’re a mercenary.⁠​ No one would⁠‌‌ guess an Armian⁠​ heir wears worn​ leather armor and‍​ lives like a grunt.”

“I‌⁠ never imagined I’d​‍ end up working‍⁠​ as a mercenary⁠‌ myself.”

Even⁠ fallen, he was⁠​ still royalty.

They​​‍ say even a ruined rich family‌ can last three⁠‌ years. And a dynasty that had​‍ ruled the empire⁠ for nearly nine‌ hundred?

He‌​ had never thought​ he’d end up⁠ in stinking armor,‌​⁠ sleeping on the⁠ ground and eating⁠‌⁠ tough dried meat.‌

— And that’s why‍⁠‍ this experience is‍​​ so valuable.

— Complaining about a bit of dried⁠ meat? Back in⁠​‍ my day, we‌‍ swallowed monsters alive‌‌ and fought demons.​

Aint⁠ didn’t even bother⁠​ replying anymore. Varus​‍‍ glanced at the​‍‌ calendar.

“You’re⁠​ leaving tomorrow?”

“Yes.”​

“Classes‌​ are starting soon,‍‍ huh?”

The‌‍‌ holidays, which had‍‌ seemed endless, now​ had only two⁠‌ weeks left. If​​ he left tomorrow,​‌ he’d reach the​ academy in about⁠‌ seven days.

And‌‌‌ then the second‌‌ semester would officially‌ begin.

“…Actually,​‌⁠ I should go⁠​‌ too.”

“Recover‌​‍ and come back‍ soon.”

“I‍​ applied for a leave of absence‍‍ for this semester.”‍​‌

Though‌‌​ he was recovering​‌‍ well, considering rehabilitation,‍ returning to classes⁠ that same year‌‍​ was unrealistic.

There​ was no way⁠ to keep up​​ with the others‌‌ in that condition.‍⁠‍

“Well,⁠‍ missing a semester​‍ isn’t the end‍⁠ of the world.‍ If I take⁠ an intensive summer​‌‌ course, I can‌‍ catch up. But‍‌ what makes me⁠ sad is not​ being able to⁠‌‌ participate in the​ festival.”

The‍ day of the‌​ empire’s founding.

The‍ day the First​ Emperor proclaimed it​ was the empire’s​‌​ greatest holiday, celebrated‍ across the nation.⁠‌ The academy was⁠​​ no exception.

Especially‌ important were the⁠ Knight Department’s jousting​‌ tournament and the‍ Mage Department’s Grand⁠⁠ Magic Duel.

“It​⁠ was the perfect‍‍ chance to show⁠‍⁠ those knights what‌ the Shadow Lance‌ is worth…!”

Certainly,⁠ Varus’s skill in⁠​‌ mounted combat was‍⁠ exceptional. If he‍​ had participated, he‌‌ would have achieved‌‌ remarkable results.

“I’ll‌‌‍ do well in‍​​ your place.”

“You?‍⁠ Sure, you worked‌‌​ with me as‍‍⁠ a mercenary, but‍‍‍ that doesn’t mean⁠ you can represent​ me. What’s mine‍⁠⁠ is mine.”

Though.⁠‍

“Don’t​‍ lose while carrying‍‍‍ our group’s emblem.‌‌‍ And if you’re​‌​ going to lose,⁠‍ don’t you dare⁠⁠ say you were‍‍ with us! You’d‌ disgrace us!”

“Aren’t‌​‍ I ranked higher‍‌‍ than you?”

“Reputation​​ and ranking are⁠​​ two different things.”‌

Aint‍⁠‍ and Varus laughed‍⁠ together, locking eyes‍‌ with camaraderie.

Without‌ realizing it, Aint‌ felt warm inside.​​‍ This mercenary experience​ hadn’t only given​⁠‍ him real combat,‍⁠ but something more‌⁠ important—a friend he‍ could trust, no,‍ a true comrade-in-arms.⁠

“Well,‍​‌ I’m off.”

“Yeah,⁠​ see you.”

***‌‌

Aint‌ returned to the‌​ academy the same‌ way he had​‍‍ left, traveling by‍‍ ship.

Since​ the incident at‌‍ the Yacht Club,​ quite a few‍‌ naval patrols could‌‌ be seen patrolling⁠ the academy’s waters.‌⁠⁠

‘Now​‍ that I think​ about it, didn’t‌ they say they⁠ were going to‌‌‌ open a naval‌‍⁠ combat course?’

After‍‍ all the chaos‌ they had gone‌‍ through, it was‌‌ only natural that⁠⁠ they started worrying⁠ about battles at⁠⁠ sea.

The‍ ship glided across‌‌‌ the waters until‍ it reached the‍​ academy. The port⁠ was filled with‍‍ students returning, just‍ like Aint.

— Where are you​⁠ going? You don’t‍ have to stay‌‌‌ in those filthy​‌‌ places anymore. Now‌ you should head‍⁠ to the Ravidus⁠​‍ Building.

“Ah,​‍⁠ right. I had​‍⁠ forgotten.”

He​⁠‌ remembered that after‍ placing second in‍⁠ the rankings, his​‌‌ residence had changed,‍⁠ and that he​‌​ had sent his‌‌​ luggage there right​​​ after the semester‌⁠​ ended.

“I​‍‍ can’t believe I came back here​ by my own​⁠‌ merit. It’s quite‌‍ a special feeling.”⁠

Aint​​ admired the classical​⁠‌ silhouette of the⁠⁠⁠ Ravidus Building. Before,‍⁠​ he had been‍‍⁠ there as a guest visiting Verian,⁠​ but now he⁠ was a rightful‌ resident.

“Welcome,‍ Sir Aint. We​‌ will escort you.”‌

As‍⁠‌ soon as he‌‍⁠ entered the lobby,‍‍​ the maids greeted‌​‌ him kindly. At‌‍ that moment, he‍⁠ ran into Verian,​‍‍ who was just‍‍ leaving the building.‍​

“Verian,‌‍​ it’s been a while.”

“Aint,‌ you’re back already.‌‍ Did you relax‌ too much just‍​ because you ranked⁠‍ second?”

“I​​⁠ wouldn’t say that.⁠​ Where are you⁠​ going?”

“I’m⁠ going to see​‍‍ Senior Fernan.”

“Senior​‍ Fernan? Let’s go‍‌​ together. I also​‌‌ have things to​ tell him.”

Things‌⁠ about the demon‌​​ they had encountered‌‌‌ in the Kingdom‌​ of Frazia. Although‍ he had sent‌​​ a letter during‌ the recess, there⁠​ were many details​ that could only‌ be discussed in​‌ person.

“…Do‌‍​ as you want.”‌‌

Verian⁠⁠ nodded with a reluctant expression.

“Did⁠​ you go home​⁠‍ during the vacation?”‍​⁠

“No.⁠‍ I took summer⁠‌‌ semester classes.”

“Ah,‍ that’s right, you‍ said you would.”​‌

“And‌​​ you? I feel⁠​ like your aura⁠ is a bit⁠‌ sharper.”

“I‌‍ was in Frazia.”‌‍⁠

“Frazia?‍‍ Doing mercenary work,⁠ perhaps?”

“How‍⁠​ did you know?”‌

“It’s‌‍ obvious.”

There​ were two places‍‌‌ on the continent‍ where mercenaries were‍‍⁠ most concentrated.

One​ was Bercheff, and⁠​⁠ the other, Frazia.‌​

The‌⁠ reason was simple:‌ they were filled‌⁠‌ with monsters to⁠ be exterminated, which​⁠ brought in good‌ money.

“So⁠​ that’s why you‌‌‌ have that rougher‌​⁠ air.”

“Is‌⁠⁠ it that obvious?”​⁠‌

“Someone​‍​ who used to‍ look so calm‍ now looks sharper.​⁠‍ How could it‍​ not be noticeable?”​

After‌‌ that, there was‍ a brief silence.​‌

“By‍ the way, where⁠ are we going?”‍‍

“To⁠ the southern forest.”⁠⁠

“Senior‍ Fernan is there?‍‍ Why?”

“You’ll‌ know when we‌⁠ get there. Ah,​‍‍ and now that⁠​ I remember, he‍​ asked me to‍ let him know​​ as soon as​ you arrived, so​⁠ I guess you‍ can come.”

“Me?​ Why?”

“That‍ I don’t know.‌‍​ Stop asking so‍‌​ much.”

Another​​​ silence fell between​​ the two.

After⁠​‍ walking quite a distance into the⁠‍⁠ forest, Aint felt‍‍⁠ a strange sensation‍⁠ brush against his⁠‌​ senses.

“…Black⁠‍‍ magic?”

— It’s black magic.⁠

That​​ repulsive feeling, already‍ so familiar to⁠​ him.

Aint‌ stopped. And at‍ that moment,

Rumble‌​‍ rumble rumble!

Not​ far away, a massive column of‍‍‌ darkness rose vertically,‌ tearing the sky‍‍​ with a roar.⁠‌

“…!​‍‌ Kgh!”

“What​ the hell is​⁠‌ that…?!”

The​ shockwave swept the⁠⁠‌ surroundings. Aint and​ Verian crouched to​ withstand the impact.⁠​⁠

—!‍​⁠

The​‌ column of darkness​⁠ released a magical⁠‌⁠ wave that expanded​​⁠ in the form⁠⁠⁠ of a dome,⁠ covering the entire​ forest with a murky miasma.

— …It’s a barrier!‌

“…What​‌‌ the hell is⁠‌ happening here?!”

“Verian!​‌⁠ What’s in there?!”‍‍

“…A⁠ branch.”

“Branch?”‍‍‍

“A⁠⁠ branch of the‌ World Tree. It’s‍ half corrupted.”

“…What‍‌ did you just​‍​ say?”

Fernan⁠‌⁠ had already told​ him they had​‍ brought a branch⁠‌ of the World⁠​ Tree. But this?⁠

— Wasn’t this supposed‌⁠ to be top-secret‍‌​ information? How the​‍‌ hell does this‌​‌ guy know where‍ it is?

— Wait… did you​⁠​ say the branch‍ is corrupted by​ black magic? Then​ that means…

Those‌‌ damned fools! Is​‌​ this how they‌ guard the World​‌ Tree?! Gardner cursed⁠ furiously.

At‌ that moment.

—!⁠

An​​‍ inhuman sound, impossible⁠ to describe with‌ human words, resonated⁠‍ inside the barrier.‍‌‍

──!⁠⁠

A chilling scream spread⁠​ through the forest,‌ making everyone’s skin‌‍‍ crawl.

“…A​⁠ tree?”

The‍‍‌ branches intertwined, forming⁠ a gigantic tree‌‍ that grew rapidly,‌ as if trying⁠‍⁠ to pierce the‌‌​ sky.

“…Is⁠‍‍ space… breaking apart?”‌⁠

Verian’s​‌⁠ jaw dropped. Aint​‍‍ followed his gaze.⁠

Where‍​ the branches stretched,⁠⁠​ the sky began‍​ to crack, and‍‌ fragments fell to⁠ the ground.

— It can’t be…​ it can’t be!‍​

‘What​​‌ is all this?!’‍‍

— If my suspicions⁠‌ are correct, this‌‌​ is…!

At‌ that moment, a white hand emerged‍ from the crack.⁠

Crack‌ crack crack— Forcing⁠⁠ the space open,‍ the destruction accelerated.⁠​

The‍⁠ suffocating stench of⁠‌​ black magic inside⁠ the barrier made‌ Aint turn pale.​‌⁠

— …It’s a demon.‌‌‌

After‌​‌ the hand came‌ an arm, then‍ a head, and‌ finally, a torso.‌⁠‌

— A demon is​​‍ descending…!

The⁠‌ creature had a human form, but​ it was impossible⁠ to consider it​‍ human. Around its​‌⁠ arm coiled a snake.

“…Andromalius.”​⁠

The⁠ rank 72 demon⁠‍ Andromalius had descended.‌‌⁠

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