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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 63

Chapter 63

“It’s​ been a long⁠ time since I breathed the air⁠​⁠ of the middle‌⁠​ world.”

What…‌‌‌ what is this?‌‍​

“Refreshing.”‍⁠

A dream?

“But‍‍ it seems there‍​ are worms ruining​ my fun.”

Why‍ right now…?

“Still,‌​ today I’m in​⁠ a good mood,‌​ so I’ll grant⁠ mercy even to‍⁠ insects. Enjoy your‍ last five minutes​ of life.”

Has‌‍​ Andromalius been summoned?‍‌⁠

‘What‍ do I do?’‍​​

What⁠ do I do?‍‌‌ What do I do? What do​‌ I do? What‌‌ do I do?⁠ What do I do?

My‌‌​ mind is blank.‌⁠

A demon summoned just​​ while I was‌ setting the traps.‌ I never even‌⁠ imagined that possibility‍ existed.

Can‍ we win?

‘What‌⁠ if Aint isn’t​‌‌ here?’

The⁠ core of all​ Fernan’s plans was‌ Aint Armian.

The​‌⁠ nemesis of demons.⁠ The direct heir⁠⁠ of the Armian‌‍ family.

The​ hero of prophecy⁠‌​ who absorbed everything‌‍‌ the First Emperor‍‍ left prepared.

And‌‍​ yet, he wasn’t⁠⁠⁠ here.

And​ Andromalius’s aura far⁠‌⁠ surpassed anything Fernan‌‌⁠ had ever imagined.​‍‌

‘Could​​‌ it be that⁠ what I saw⁠ in the prophecy‌‌ was only a fragment…?’

It​‍‌ wasn’t the same‍‌⁠ Andromalius that had‌‍ appeared in the​ book’s vision.

It​ was even more‌⁠ horrifying, denser, more⁠ terrifying. His body⁠⁠ trembled uncontrollably.

He‍ felt that no​‌ plan, no preparation,​​ would be of‌‌‌ any use.

“…What​ are you?”

At‍‌ that moment, the⁠ one who broke⁠​ the silence wasn’t​‌ Andromalius, nor Fernan,‌‌ nor Aria.

It​‍ was Luina Bercheff.​‍‌

The⁠‍⁠ woman who dreamed‍⁠ of being the‌‍ noblest and strongest⁠​‌ of knights stepped​ forward without hesitation‌‌ before the demon.⁠

“Are‍‍ you speaking to‍ me?”

“Who‍‌ else would I be speaking to?”​

It⁠ wasn’t that she​ felt no fear.⁠ Her eyes and​‌ sword trembled. And​ still, the edge‍ of her determination​​ pointed straight at​‌ Andromalius.

“…I‍⁠‍ see. I suppose⁠⁠​ you’re right.”

Pfh.‌‍‌ Andromalius let out‌ a chuckle.

Pfhuhuhuhu.​‍ And that chuckle​ turned into laughter.‍​ Though he was‌ only laughing, the‌​⁠ air vibrated as​ if the world⁠ itself were shaking.​

“Gh…!”‍‌​

“Kyaa!”‍‍⁠

Fernan​​‍ and Aria immediately‍ covered their ears.⁠ Luina frowned but‍​ did not lose‍‍ her stance.

“Ah,‌​​ forgive me. It’s‍‍ just that it’s‍ been so long⁠‍‌ since a mere⁠‍ insignificant insect spoke​‍‍ to me, it‍ was refreshing.”

However.​

“I‌⁠⁠ have never given‌‌‍ permission to such‌‍ a lowly creature​⁠⁠ to question me.”⁠

The‍ smile disappeared from⁠ Andromalius’s face.

“You⁠‌ are a worm‍‌‍ that does not⁠​ know its place.”​‌​

─!​‍

“Gh…!”​‌

It‍ was only a snap of the​ fingers. A single⁠​‍ thread of cursed​ energy.

And⁠‌ still, Luina was⁠‍​ pushed back several​‌ steps. Her aura‍⁠​ cracked, and her⁠⁠ sword trembled.

“Luina!”‍⁠

“Senior!”⁠‌

At‍‌ her desperate struggle,‌‍ Fernan felt ashamed⁠ of his own​​ cowardice.

‘Damn‌ it…!’

He‍​ was frozen, doing‍‌‍ nothing. It was​ shameful, an absolute​⁠ humiliation.

‘More‍​‌ than demons, what​‍ I fear is​​⁠ losing my money.‌ Dying without spending⁠⁠ what I’ve earned‍ terrifies me. My​⁠⁠ fortune vanishing is​ the true horror!’‌‌‍

And⁠ was he going‌⁠ to cower before‌ a mere demon?‍​​ He had done​ all this to‌ stop it, hadn’t​ he?

Yes,​ he had to​​ be cautious, but‍‌ there was no‌ reason to let‌ fear dominate him.⁠

“Aria,⁠​⁠ prepare to fight.”‍‌

“…Yes.⁠‍‍ We can’t just⁠‌ sit and die.⁠ I’ve put on⁠​​ a shameful display.”‌

Fernan​​ and Aria raised‍ their staffs with​ effort, swallowing their​​​ fear.

But‍​ to Andromalius, they⁠⁠ were nothing but⁠‌ irrelevant presences. Playing‍​⁠ with his hands,‌‌ he muttered,

“Hmph.​‍ Is this all?‌ Tch. I suppose​‌⁠ rushing caused more⁠‍ wear than I expected. But even⁠‌‍ so, it’s enough​‍⁠ to exterminate these‌ vermin.”

Let’s‍​​ see.

“If‌ I kill all​‍​ the humans within‍‍‍ the seal’s perimeter,⁠‍ then I can‍ do as I please, right?”

Andromalius’s‌‌⁠ eyes swept over⁠‍‍ all those present.⁠‌

Two⁠​⁠ humans, one elf.‍‍‌

And⁠ then.

“It’s​⁠ you.”

At‍‌​ a short distance,‌⁠ a presence approached‌ that had been​ unpleasantly brushing against​ his senses from‌​​ before.

A human and a useless companion.

“Armian.”⁠​

Andromalius‌‍⁠ extended his black⁠‍ hand. A burst‌​‌ of cursed energy,⁠ incomparably more intense‍ than the previous‍⁠‍ one, shot out⁠ in a straight‍‍⁠ line.

────!‌‍‌

White​‍‌ light and black‍‌‌ darkness clashed. The⁠ shockwave expanded violently.‌

The‌ ground trembled, the⁠‌ trees split, and​‌ dust rose as‍ if the world⁠‍⁠ itself were collapsing.⁠‌​

“…It’s‌ Aint.”

And‌‌ seeing that figure,⁠⁠ Fernan’s eyes filled‌​ with life once​ more.

His​​‍ assumption that the​⁠ demon wouldn’t be‌⁠⁠ summoned before Aint’s​ arrival hadn’t been‍‍‍ wrong.

That​​ meant there was‍‌ still hope. That⁠‍‌ meant they could⁠ defeat the demon.⁠

Because​ that was the‍ original story.

Even⁠ if some things​‍‍ had changed, Fernan​‌ had prepared more‌ thoroughly than ever.​‌⁠

“Luina!”⁠

“Yes!”‍

“Go.​​ Go to Aint⁠​ and help him.​⁠ Andromalius’s main target⁠​⁠ is him. If‍‌ Aint dies, we⁠​​ all die!”

“But‌⁠‌ then you…”

“Run!”‌

“Understood!”​‌

Luina⁠⁠ dashed off.

“Aria,‍‍ you too!”

“And​‍​ you, senior?”

“I‍⁠‍ have something to‍‍ do.”

“Something‌⁠ to do?”

“Yes.‍ I never thought⁠⁠​ I’d have to​‌‍ use it so​‍⁠ soon, but…”

If​‍ I installed the​​‍ traps, then now⁠ it’s time to​​‍ activate them.

***​​​

— This makes no​‍‍ sense…!

It⁠ was never easy​‌⁠ to summon a demon from hell‍⁠ to the middle‌‍ world. To pierce⁠‍‌ the dimensional barrier​​⁠ required an equivalent​‍​ price—an immense amount‌​⁠ of mana or‌ life force.

And‌ to gather those‍‌ elements, traces inevitably​‍‌ had to remain.‌ But there were‌ no signs anywhere‍ indicating a demonic​ summoning.

Or​ perhaps they simply‌‍​ hadn’t noticed.

— How is it⁠ possible that such‌ an important object‌⁠ was used as​‍​ a catalyst to‌‍‌ summon a demon?!‌‌

— There must have​​‌ been signs!

Despite⁠ Gardner’s desperate cry,‌‍‌ the situation had‍⁠ already unfolded.

“W-wait…​ Aint…!”

The⁠‍ moment he saw​‍ the demon, Aint‌‍ left his fear‌‍ behind and advanced.‌‍‍ It was instinct.‍​ The natural rejection⁠ that the Armians‍ felt toward demons.​⁠

The‍​ luminous energy of​ the Armian family‍​​ cursed and abhorred‌‌​ demonic mana with​‍⁠ visceral rage.

Following‍ that impulse, Aint⁠⁠​ drew his sword‍‍ and swung.

────!​

The​⁠‍ clash against demonic​ mana made Aint​​‌ roll across the‌‍ ground. The impact​‍⁠ shook his entire‌ body, making it‍‍​ crackle.

It​ was stronger than‌⁠⁠ any enemy he‍ had faced so‌​ far.

Even​ the corrupt ones​‌‍ he had fought⁠‍ recently could not‌⁠​ compare.

“Cursed‍ blood.”

Despite⁠‌ the distance, the‍ demon and Aint‍‌‌ locked eyes. Those​ abyssal eyes froze‌⁠⁠ his skin. His‌⁠‌ whole body trembled.​‍

“You‍⁠‌ are insignificant.”

A low voice, but⁠⁠⁠ clear, shook his​​⁠ eardrums.

‘Can‌ I win? Really?‍ This isn’t even‌ comparable to that‌ corrupt one!’

The⁠‍ abyss between them‌⁠ was made evident‌​‍ with a single​​ strike. It was‌​ an overwhelming difference⁠ he couldn’t ignore.‍‍

His⁠‌ body trembled like⁠​⁠ a leaf in‌‍ the wind.

— Calm yourself, Aint!‌‍‌

At​‍ that instant, his⁠​ sword began to‌‍ shine.

— This was completely‍‌ unexpected, but that‌‌ doesn’t mean you‌​‌ must lose.

The⁠​ light pushed back‌‌‌ the darkness, dispersing‍⁠​ the crushing pressure.‌‌‍

— You are an‍‍ Armian. An existence‍‍‍ feared by demons.‌​

— The one who​⁠​ should be trembling​⁠ with fear isn’t‍‍⁠ you, but that⁠‍ demon!

A comforting warmth wrapped‌‍‍ around him. His‍ ragged breathing steadied.‍‍

“…Can⁠‌ I win?”

— It isn’t about​⁠ whether you can​ or not.

— You must.

If⁠‌​ he lost, there‌‌​ would be no​​ future. For the‌⁠‌ peace of the⁠ continent, for his‌​ own life, Aint⁠ had to cut‍‌ off the demon’s⁠ head and survive.⁠⁠​

— Have you already‌⁠ forgotten your resolve?⁠

— You’ve always fought‌‍ against enemies stronger‍​ than you. And‍‌ still, you’re alive!‌‌

— I’ll help you.⁠‌ Cut off that⁠‍ damned demon’s head⁠⁠⁠ and prove to⁠⁠ the world that⁠⁠ the Armians still‌ stand!

Aint‌ gripped his sword‍ tightly.

Gardner​ was right. This‍​​ wasn’t a matter‍ of whether he⁠‌ could win. It​‌‌ was a battle‌ he had to‍​ win at all​ costs.

Running​ was not an‍​ option.

— How repugnant… and​ even more so.‍

The‍‌​ demonic mana grew‍‍⁠ denser. Aint also‍⁠​ activated his aura.⁠ A radiant light‌​ clashed against the‌​ darkness.

— As expected, Armians‌​ should not exist‌ in this world.⁠​​

And​ in that moment—​​‌

─!⁠

──!​​

─!⁠

The‌⁠ magic circles activated.‌ A storm of⁠⁠‌ mana erupted. Lightning,‍‌ flames, ice, and​ spears of earth‍‌ rained down on⁠⁠ Andromalius.

“What‌ nonsense.”

Nothing‍ seemed to reach​‌ him.

Or‌ so they thought.‌⁠⁠

“…Guh?”⁠​​

Andromalius‍⁠ let out a muffled cry. Thick⁠ smoke rose from​‍ his body.

“What‌ is that? Is⁠ it breaking down⁠ the demonic mana?”‍‍

Something‍⁠ hidden within the​‍ spells was disintegrating​⁠ the mana and‌⁠‌ causing real damage.‌

“…Who⁠⁠‌ was it?”

“Aint!”​‌

A voice called to‌‌​ him.

“Luina?‍​‌ Aria?”

“Hello,⁠‌‌ Aint! I see​‌⁠ Verian is here​‌ too!”

“What‍ are you doing​ here? What’s happening…?”⁠​⁠

“It’s‍‌ a long story,‌ no time for‌‍ explanations.”

Luina‍‍ stood beside him,‍‍⁠ and Aria raised​‍⁠ her staff from‌ behind.

“Right‌ now, the priority​​‌ is that demon​ called Andromalius.”

“You’re‍‌ right.”

— Not bad. With‌‍ them, especially with‍ Luina Bercheff, you’ll‍‍‌ have valuable support.⁠

Aint‌ felt relieved. It​‌‍ was different from‍ bearing it all​​ alone.

“Let’s⁠​⁠ strike before he‍‍​ regains his composure.”​‌

“That​‌ spell was yours?​ Did you cast​​‌ it?”

“It​ was Fernan.”

“Fernan​ is here too?”​

Aint,⁠​ slightly late, remembered​‍ that Verian had​ come to look​‌‌ for Fernan.

“Damn‌ you…!”

But​​ the conversation didn’t⁠‍ last.

Rumble!⁠

A stone wall collapsed‍​ in an instant.‌‌ No one needed‍​ an explanation to⁠‌⁠ know what that‍ meant.

“Fernan​ is in danger!”‌

“Go⁠ now and save​‍ your sponsor!”

Aint​​ activated his aura,‍ shining brightly thanks​‍ to the First‌ Emperor’s sword.

He​⁠​ became a ray⁠​‍ of light and‍​⁠ crossed the distance​⁠ like a wild​‌⁠ steed. There was‌​‍ no time to‌‌⁠ test strength. It‌​ was all or​​​ nothing from the‍​​ start.

Thanks​​⁠ to Fernan, the‌‌ demon’s weak points‌ were visible.

──!⁠

The​⁠ sword and the‍‌ hand clashed. Demonic​‍​ mana exploded, and​⁠ luminous aura flew‌ in all directions.‍

The‍‌‍ impact was far​ more manageable than‌‍‌ the first. Whether​ because of Gardner​‍‍ or Fernan, it​‌ didn’t matter.

Aint⁠​‍ delivered his next‍​ slash directly onto‌ Andromalius.

─!‌

The‍ demon’s body was‌​ hurled to the⁠‌ ground. The earth⁠⁠ shook and rocks⁠ flew.

Aint‌​ spun in the‍ air and struck​​‍ downward.

─!‌​​

A great explosion rocked‌ the battlefield. Immediately,⁠‌⁠ he unleashed more‌​​ strikes.

“It’s‌​‌ always such vile,‍​​ unbearable energy!”

But⁠ Andromalius was still‍‌ unscathed. Covered in​ dense darkness, he‍‌​ roared furiously.

─!⁠⁠

Aint⁠‌ was repelled harder‌‍ than ever. The‍ demon lunged at​‍ him.

Though‌​​ still staggering, Aint​‌⁠ raised his sword.‌ Fists fell like⁠‍‍ waterfalls.

“That​ sword…! That damned‍‍‌ sword! Just as‌‍⁠ foul and disgusting‌​ as before! It⁠​​ should be erased⁠​‌ from this world!”‍

The⁠​⁠ divinity of his‍ sword gnawed at‌⁠ the demonic mana.⁠‍⁠ That was the‌⁠⁠ only thing allowing‌‍‍ him to endure.​​

But⁠⁠ there were limits.‍

Blood​‍⁠ escaped from his⁠‍ mouth.

At⁠‍​ that moment.

─!‍

Another​ sword intervened, stabbing‌⁠‍ into the demon’s‌⁠ back. Andromalius roared.​‌ Black blood stained‍ the blade’s tip.​⁠

“Damn⁠‌ filth…!”

“What​ demonic vocabulary.”

The⁠‍⁠ owner of the‍ sword, Luina, panted.⁠

Fwoosh!⁠‍‍ The hidden elven⁠⁠ wind struck the​‍​ demon, forcing him‍‌ against the ground.​​

Clang!⁠ Her sword clashed‍⁠ against the demon’s⁠‌ hand.

Crack!​​​ Her blade slid‌⁠‍ along his arm⁠‌‍ and cut his‌ chest.

Or‌​⁠ so she thought.‍‍

─!⁠‍

A small shadow blocked‌‌⁠ Luina’s sword. A black serpent, coiled‌ around Andromalius’s right‍ arm.

“Very‌⁠​ well. I admit⁠‌‍ I underestimated you.”‍‌

A murderous energy filled​ the air.

“To‌ have to exert⁠⁠​ myself against insects…‌‌⁠ In hell, I never would have‍ suffered this humiliation.”⁠

Crack.​‌‍ His face twisted‌‌‌ with fury.

“Rejoice.‌ I’ll grant you​​ a death that​​‍ will not exactly‍⁠⁠ be death.”

Whoosh!⁠‌‍

A storm of blades‍‍ fell. Another knight,⁠ overcoming fear, rushed‍⁠ with a strike.‍‌⁠

“Insolent‌⁠​ insects who dare‍⁠⁠ interrupt me…!”

Verian⁠⁠‍ was thrown into‍‌ the air, screaming.‌‌‌

“Well⁠​ done, Aria, Verian!”⁠

The​ two knights attacked⁠ in succession. Sword​‍ against hand. Sword‌ against serpent.

Light‌‍⁠ against darkness. Aura​‍ against demonic mana.​

Aint‍​ and Luina coordinated‌‌​ like veteran battle​ companions.

They‌‌​ covered each other’s‌⁠⁠ backs, striking the⁠ demon’s openings. The⁠ wind reinforced their​‍​ power.

But‍‌ Andromalius wasn’t easily‍ defeated.

“How‌⁠⁠ dare you…!”

The⁠⁠​ demon opened his⁠⁠​ mouth and spewed‍⁠‍ a torrent of​‌‌ mana.

A direct shot at⁠​​ Aint. Though blocked,‍ it pushed him​​⁠ back.

The⁠ serpent followed, trying‌⁠ to bind him.‌

Luina,​​ attacking from the‍‍‍ rear, was forced‌ to twist her‍‍​ body grotesquely to⁠‌⁠ divert her sword.​

Crack.‍‍​ Her muscles tore‍‌ as she shifted‍ her strike, plunging⁠‌ the blade into‍ the demon’s side.‌

“Damn…!”​⁠​

Clang!‌‌

A punch crushed her⁠ armor and sent‍‌ her flying.

“Pathetic.”‍⁠⁠

The‌ wind tried to⁠‍‌ restrain the demon,⁠⁠ but a snap​​ unleashed blazing mana‍ orbs.

Explosions.‍⁠‍ Aria’s scream echoed⁠ among them.

“Cursed⁠‌‍ Armian blood. There‍‍‍ is no one⁠ left to aid​ you.”

The‌​‍ serpent returned to‌‍ the demon’s right​‌ arm. A spear‌ of mana fell‌ upon Aint.

And‍ with it, another​‍ punch.

“I‍​‍ have waited so​‍ long for this‍‌‍ moment…”

Before‍ that overwhelming power,⁠ the light of‍‍ aura faded.

“This​‍​ is the moment‍ I erase the‌​​ cursed lineage.”

The⁠​⁠ aura shattered, the‌ armor torn to​‍ pieces.

“Let​‌ that wretch spit⁠ blood from the​ beyond. At last,‌ after a thousand‌ years, the victors‍​‌ will be us.”⁠‌‍

“I⁠ won’t let you!”‍

“You‌ won’t?”

Rumble!⁠

Aint‌‍⁠ staggered.

“Do‌​ you truly think​​​ you can defeat​⁠‌ me with just⁠‌ that sword?”

Thud!‍‌​

The‍⁠‍ demon’s foot crushed⁠ him.

“Perhaps,​​‍ had we waited‍​‌ longer, I wouldn’t​⁠ have been able​⁠⁠ to defeat you​​ this way.”

But‌ everything was already‍​⁠ decided.

“From​ now on, I will exterminate all‌‍​ who bear the​‍​ name Armian…”

──!‍​

Andromalius‌‌⁠ was hurled through‌ the air.

“How​‌ stubborn you are.”‌​‍

He‍‍⁠ rolled across the‍ ground, then stood.​⁠⁠

“I‍​‌ value your resolve.‍‍ To have those⁠‌ eyes, even before⁠‍​ me.”

With⁠ shattered armor and⁠‌ blood streaming from​​⁠ his body, he​⁠⁠ admired Aint’s gaze.‍​

“Aint⁠ Armian.”

It‍ was Luina.

With⁠​⁠ a pale face,‍‍‌ she stood in⁠⁠ his path.

“I’ll⁠ distract him. Find‌‍​ an opening and‍ drive your sword‌​‌ into his heart.”‌

The⁠​​ demon was strong.‍​‍ But not invincible.‍

“My‌ sword managed to​‌ wound him.”

Twice,‌‍ even.

“Then‌ yours will harm‍‍ him even more.”​

An⁠ Armian’s weapon was⁠‌‍ the natural enemy‍‌ of demons.

“I’ll​‌ hold him back.‍​ You strike his⁠ weakness.”

That‍‌ was the only‍‌‌ way to win.‍‌⁠ And Aint was​⁠‌ more suited than​ she.

“I⁠​​ should…!”

Aint’s​ eyes trembled.

Anyone‌‍⁠ could see Luina⁠ wasn’t in condition.⁠‍ Distracting the demon​⁠‍ was basically a death sentence.

“Forget‌⁠​ your personal emotions.‍‍‌ If we keep‍‌‌ going like this,‌‌‍ we’ll all die.”‌

Defeat‌⁠⁠ the demon or‌‍ die. There was‌ no other choice.​⁠

“And‌ I am a knight. Even if​​ now I have‍​ no lord to‍‌‍ serve.”

This‌ Empire, this world,⁠⁠ were her lord.‌

A knight.

“Does‍‌ not flee, leaving​‌⁠ her lord behind.”‍​​

She​⁠ would not allow‌ the Empire to‍‌‌ fall to a demon.

A knight.

“Does‍‌‍ not die after​ her lord.”

If‍‍​ the Empire fell,‍‌⁠ living was meaningless.​‍‍ She would do‍‌​ whatever it took‌‍ to protect it.⁠​‌

That​‌⁠ was.

“My​ knight’s code.”

And‍​ this was the⁠⁠ only way to‌‍ protect the Empire.​​ Luina gripped her‌‍ sword tightly.

“Remember​ this, Aint.”

There​‌ would be only‌⁠ one chance.

Luina‍‍​ prepared to charge​ Andromalius.

“No.”​​⁠

Someone⁠⁠‌ suddenly stopped her.‌‌

“I‌​‌ won’t allow you⁠​ to do this,​⁠‌ Luina.”

With‌‍⁠ what right?

“Fernan?”‌‍

Fernan’s‍‌ eyes gleamed.

“Do​‌‌ you have any‍ idea everything I did to get​ here?”

All⁠​‌ he sacrificed, all‌​ the money he‌⁠‌ spent.

Did‍ you really think⁠⁠ I would let‍‌‌ everything happen just‌‌ as the prophecy⁠ said?

“Look‍⁠ closely, Luina.”

Crack!⁠⁠​ The space tore⁠‌ open.

“This‍​ is…”

A massive hand emerged.‌

Then​ shoulders, torso, legs.‌⁠

“An​⁠​ Ego Golem!”

A colossal steel giant,‍⁠‌ with its master​‌‌ mounted on its⁠‍ shoulder, entered the‍​ scene.

GWOOOOOH!⁠‍

The​ golem roared.

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