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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Fernan‍‍‍ knew that demons⁠‌ could not leave‍⁠ behind a corpse⁠‌ in the middle‌ world.

And​‌ he learned it⁠‍‌ in the worst​‍ possible way.

“……”‍

How‌ much would it‌‍⁠ have been worth⁠ if he had⁠‌‍ dismantled the corpse​‌ of that massive‌ serpent?

The⁠ black scales, though‌‍‌ unsettling, were so​​‌ tough that not‌⁠ even Aint or​ Luina could scratch‌⁠ them without concentrated⁠​‌ aura.

The‍ gleaming golden eyes,‌⁠‌ as well as​‌ its blood, could​ have been sold‍⁠ for exorbitant prices‍​‌ as highly sought-after‌​‌ magical materials for⁠ mages.

The​ fangs were so‌‌⁠ sharp that few​‌ legendary swords could​ compare, and the‌‍ bones were excellent⁠‌‍ materials for crafting⁠‌⁠ top-grade armor.

And‌ that wasn’t all—its⁠‌ flesh, soaked in​ demonic energy, if‌⁠ purified, could have⁠‍ been sold as‍‌ medicinal tonic.

After​​ all, soup made⁠ from a demon-bred‍ serpent was a delicacy anyone would‌ go mad for.​‌

But​‍‍ the most precious‍‍ jewel was the‌ heart.

The‌‍ immense energy and⁠ mana the serpent‍‌‌ contained all originated‌‌ from that heart,​⁠ which could be⁠‍‍ considered equivalent to‍⁠‌ a dragon’s heart—the⁠⁠ best tonic or​ source of energy⁠⁠⁠ possible.

‘If​‍ I had managed‌ to purify it⁠‌‌ and use it⁠ to reinforce Wooden’s‍‌‌ core…’

It‌‍⁠ would not have⁠​​ been easy, but‌⁠‍ perhaps Wooden could‍ have made another​‍ great evolutionary leap.⁠‌‌

A corpse that could⁠​ literally be used‍‍​ down to the​‌‌ bones. And yet,⁠ all those dreams,⁠‌ all that wealth,‍‍‍ vanished in an‌⁠ instant.

So⁠‍ much suffering, and​​‍ absolutely nothing remained.​

“Aaah…”‌​‌

Fernan​⁠⁠ collapsed powerlessly, without​‌​ realizing it.

“We⁠ did it! We​ won! We really‌‍ won!”

Aint’s​‍‍ enthusiastic voice rang‌ from afar.

“We​ defeated the demon!”​‌

Luina’s⁠​ excited voice came​‌ from very close⁠‍ by.

“It​‍ was all thanks⁠⁠ to you, Fernan.‍ If it weren’t‍ for your golem,‍ none of this⁠⁠ would have been‌⁠ possible…”

Success,⁠ relief, euphoria, joy,​‌‍ shock, happiness.

Her‍‍⁠ flushed face reflected⁠‌ a complex mix‌‍ of emotions.

“Did⁠‌ you cry?”

“I​‍​ didn’t cry.”

“Are‌ you hurt? You⁠‌ don’t seem to​ have any visible‌‍‌ injuries…”

“…You‌ don’t know a damn thing, Luina.”‌​​

“What⁠ do you mean‍⁠ all of a sudden?”

Fernan⁠‌‌ didn’t bother to​ explain. Even if‌​⁠ he did, Luina‍​ wouldn’t understand.

“Senior!”⁠

A swift figure grabbed​​‍ his hand tightly.⁠ It was Aint.‌‍

“We‍‍ won! It was‌ thanks to you!”​‍

“It⁠‌ wasn’t thanks to‌ me, it was‌ thanks to you.⁠​‍ You were the⁠‍‍ one who cut​ the demon’s neck.”‌​

“No!​​​ If it weren’t‌ for your golem,‍ we never would’ve​ been able to‌​ corner it to‌‌ the end!”

“Yeah,‍​ yeah, whatever you⁠​‌ say, but let​ go of my‌ hand first.”

And‌‌ stop sticking your‍ face so close,​​ please.

“What​ exactly happened to‍​⁠ the demon?”

“It’s‌⁠‍ dead. Since demons​​ don’t belong in‍⁠ the middle world,​‍‌ their bodies disintegrate⁠‍ into dust.”

Although,⁠⁠ that wasn’t entirely⁠​⁠ true.

The​ others didn’t notice,‌​‍ but part of‌​⁠ the demon was‍ absorbed by Aint’s‍​‍ sword.

— It’s one of‌​⁠ the abilities housed​‍ in the sword.⁠ It absorbs part‍⁠ of the demonic‍​ power and transfers‌‍ it to its⁠ wielder.

The​‌ more demons he‍‌ defeated, the stronger‍ he became. That‌​​ was how the‍⁠‌ First Emperor was.‍‌​

— Don’t tell anyone.⁠‌ You never know‌​‍ when or to‍ whom it might⁠⁠‍ slip out. It’s‌‍⁠ always best to‍⁠ hide at least​‍ 10% of your‌​‍ strength, even from‍ your best friend.‍​

That⁠ was a knightly‌ virtue, according to‌ Gardner.

“And‍​ the barrier is​ slowly dissipating.”

“The​​ barrier?”

“Yes.​‌⁠ The moment the​⁠⁠ demon was summoned,‍​ it created a barrier that sealed​‍⁠ off the whole‍⁠ area.”

No​‌‍ wonder. Despite the⁠ chaos, no one‍ had arrived.

‘Was⁠‍​ it like this‍ in the original​‍ timeline too?’

Perhaps,‌‌ right after Aint‌ and Luina arrived,‍⁠​ Andromalius had raised​​ the barrier.

“Then,⁠‌ now the real​‍‍ trouble begins.”

With‍ such a disaster,​ the academy would⁠ soon find out‍ about the demonic⁠ incident.

There‍‌​ would be an​ uproar, and Fernan,⁠‍​ Luina, Aint, along‌ with the other‌​​ two present, would​ be subject to‍‍ thorough interrogations.

“So‌ just stick to⁠‌ telling what happened⁠ today. Don’t say‍⁠‌ you already knew​ about the corrupted⁠⁠ beforehand.”

“Understood.”​‌⁠

“We​‌ know.”

Admitting⁠‌ they knew about⁠​ the corrupted wouldn’t‍‌ bring them anything‍ good, no matter‌‍ how they justified⁠​ it.

They‌​ also agreed on⁠‍ a few more‌⁠‍ details. Fortunately, both​⁠ followed Fernan’s suggestion​​⁠ without objection.

The‍ surprising part was‌​⁠ that not only⁠​‌ Luina, with whom‌ trust had already‌‌​ been built, but‌​​ even Aint accepted⁠‍ it without issue.​‌‍

‘Seems‍ like hunting the⁠ demon has strengthened​ our bonds.’

Not‍⁠ bad.

“By‍ the way, I’ve‍‍​ been wanting to‌‍⁠ ask for a while—what’s that?”

Once​​ everything had calmed‌ down, Luina pointed‍​ to Fernan’s shoulder.​‌

Something⁠‌ small, about 10⁠‌‌ cm, was moving​ there.

“It’s‍​⁠ Wooden.”

A black knight the‍‍​ size of an⁠‍ action figure.

“Wooden?”​

“Is​ that real?”

“Yes.​‌ That giant golem‍‌ you two were​ so grateful for.”⁠‌⁠

— Guh?

Wooden⁠​‍ tilted his head‍‌‌ curiously and waved.⁠

“…A‌‍ giant golem can‌⁠ just shrink like‍⁠ that?”

“…And‍⁠ it’s not even​⁠ linked to you⁠‍ right now, is​‌ it, senior?”

“I⁠‍‍ told you—it’s an‍​​ ego golem.”

“Ego?⁠​​ It has its⁠​​ own consciousness?”

“Obviously.‍​‌ Wooden, say hello.”⁠

— Guh!

Wooden‌⁠ extended his tiny​ little hand. Luina​⁠⁠ and Aint were⁠⁠⁠ left dumbfounded again.‌‌

“…I’ve‌⁠‌ never seen a golem like this.”⁠‍

“Because‌‌​ it’s never existed‌ before, and I doubt it will​​ ever exist again.”‍⁠

“Don’t⁠‍‌ tell me you​ lied and actually⁠ had it linked​ this whole time,⁠‌ senior.”

“No,​‍‍ Aint.”

The‌ answer didn’t come⁠‌ from Fernan.

“Pass‌ me a potion​‍ too, please, senior.⁠‌ I think I’m‍ going to die.”‌

It‌‌‍ was Aria, with‍⁠ a small hole‌ in her side.‌

“You⁠ show up right‌‍⁠ after it’s all⁠ over and claim⁠ you were resting?”‌‌‍

“I​​ was fighting with⁠‍ everything I had‍⁠ and passed out!‍‍ That’s not resting!”‍

Fernan​​⁠ tossed her a potion.

“What​​‍ do you mean⁠ no? You knew‌​ about the golem?”‌

“Of⁠​⁠ course. I’m the⁠ one who gave‌ it its ego.”​​​

“You‍​⁠ gave it?”

“Yes.”‍​

Aria‌⁠​ nodded.

“It’s​⁠‌ a spirit, you⁠⁠‌ know?”

***⁠​‍
A little earlier.​​‍

Time‍ rewinds to shortly‌ before.

When‌ Aria had been‍⁠‌ freed from the​‍ demonic energy by​‌‍ the Saint, and​​⁠ together they confirmed‌‍​ the World Tree’s⁠⁠ corruption.

“By​‍​ any chance, are⁠‌‍ you good with‌‍‍ spirit magic?”

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

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

“To‍⁠‍ whom?”

Aria‌‌ asked, her eyes​‍ shining with curiosity.‌

Fernan‍ took something out‍‍ of his subspace.‍⁠

It⁠ was a radiant⁠‌‌ gem, the size‌ of a human‌⁠‍ head.

No,‌‌ not just a simple gem.

“…A‍ core?”

Dozens,‍ hundreds of engravings‍ covered its surface,‍⁠​ so complex Aria​​ couldn’t fully comprehend⁠ them.

“What‍‌ is this? Who​​‌ made it? What⁠‌⁠ materials did they‍ use? I’ve never‍ seen anything like⁠ it!… I can⁠​⁠ even feel the‌‌⁠ power of the‌‍‌ World Tree. Don’t⁠‍ tell me you‌‌‍ used the fragment​‍⁠ you took… Did​‍⁠ you use it‌‍ on this?”

“Yes.”​‍‍

“Good​⁠ heavens… And what‌​‍ the hell do⁠ you plan to​ do with this?”‍⁠

Though⁠ Aria was also‌​⁠ a mage, fascination⁠ with the unknown⁠⁠⁠ overtook her strongly.‌​⁠

She​ couldn’t fully comprehend​ that core, but‌‍ she could glimpse‌‍ how extraordinary it⁠⁠‍ was.

“It’s‍​‌ a golem core.”​​

“…A⁠​‍ golem? You’re going‌ to put a core of this‌​ level into a simple golem? Are‍‍ you throwing money‌​‍ away or what?”​⁠‍

“What​ did you say?”⁠‍

“Isn’t​ it? Using this​ as a golem⁠‌⁠ core is a monumental waste.”

It‍‍ was a logical​ conclusion, given that‌‌ golems still had‌⁠​ many limitations.

But‍ Fernan’s golem was​⁠‍ something completely different.‌​⁠

“Then‍‌ you’ll make sure‌ it’s not a waste.”

“…Me?‌‌ And how am‌‌⁠ I supposed to⁠‍ do that?”

Aria⁠ stared at him,‌ dumbfounded.

“Spirits.”​

Beings⁠​⁠ that exist as⁠‍⁠ pure souls.

“I‌ plan to insert‍‌ a spirit here‍‍ and create a golem with ego.”​

“You’re‌⁠ insane!?”

Aria‍‍​ shouted without a shred of hesitation.‌‌

“I’m‌‍ insane?”

“Asking‌ an elf to‍‍⁠ lock a spirit⁠ away is normal‌⁠ to you? And⁠⁠ with an obedience⁠⁠ engraving on top‌‌ of that! That’s⁠‌ what’s used to⁠ enslave summoned creatures!”‍‍

“Is​​⁠ that strange?”

“Of‍​‌ course it is!‌‌ Spirits are free​​ beings. They are⁠‌⁠ never bound to⁠⁠⁠ anything. That’s impossible!‍ Wait, can a soul even be⁠‌​ contained in the‍ first place?”

“Yes.‍‌ Because it’s made‍‌‌ of mithril. Mithril​‌​ can contain not⁠‌ only mana, but‍​ also souls.”

Gardner​⁠​ was living proof‌‍‍ of that, so‍ there was no‌​⁠ reason to doubt‍ it.

“…Mithril?‌ You used real⁠ mithril?”

While⁠⁠⁠ Aria murmured in​‍ shock, Fernan made⁠⁠‍ her an offer.‍

“Not‌⁠ even then? What⁠‌ if I said​‌⁠ I’d introduce you​⁠ to a member‍ of the electors’‌⁠‌ house?”

“…That’s…”‌‍

“And‍​ not just anyone.‌​⁠ A direct descendant,⁠‍ with a high​ chance of inheriting‌ the title.”

“…Only⁠​​ if I act⁠ as intermediary.”

Aria,‍ resigned, began drawing‌‍ a magic circle.‌‌⁠

“Intermediary?”​​

“Yes.​​ The persuasion is⁠ up to you.​‍​ If a spirit⁠‍ doesn’t agree to‍‌‌ enter willingly, I won’t force it.‍⁠ I’d never support‍‌⁠ locking one away‌ by force.”

“Of‌ course.”

And‍ she added one​​‌ more thing.

“Not‍ from the five‍⁠ great elements. The⁠‍​ kings would never⁠ allow it.”

“Then?”​‌⁠

“One⁠‍ from the Middle‌ World. Since they’re‍ not affiliated with‍‌ any king, it’ll⁠⁠ benefit you more‍ if this works.”⁠

“The‌ other spirits are​​ affiliated with kings?”‌‍

“Think‌ of them as⁠‌​ their vassals.”

In‌‌⁠ that case, Aria​⁠ was right.

Fernan‌ didn’t want a golem that might‍ change loyalties if‌⁠ circumstances shifted. He‌‌ wanted something that​​ would obey him‌‍‍ completely.

“And​ fortunately, there’s a suitable spirit. Normally‌​ you wouldn’t be‌ able to link‍ with it, but‌ thanks to you‍ mixing in branches‍ from the World​⁠​ Tree…”

The​ World Tree was‍​‍ the mother of‍ all trees. Which⁠⁠⁠ meant—

— Kkuying?

Forest​ spirits couldn’t resist.⁠⁠‍

A small green spirit‌‍⁠ appeared, its eyes​‌ gleaming with curiosity.‌‍

“Alright.​ Your turn now,⁠ Fernan.”

“Understood.”‌‍⁠

Without‍‌ another word, Fernan‍‌‌ opened his subspace.⁠

“…Is‍‍‍ that the golem?”‌‍

Seeing‌⁠ the colossal figure​‍ emerge from the‍⁠ forest, Aria was​‍⁠ left speechless.

She‌‍ wasn’t the only‍​⁠ one. The forest⁠⁠ spirit, equally shocked,‍⁠ began circling around‌⁠ the golem.

“If‌‌‍ you enter there,​​⁠ that body can​‍⁠ be yours.”

— Wing?

The⁠⁠ curious spirit slowly​‌ approached and stared‍ intently at Fernan.​

“As⁠ a spirit, you’ve‍ never had a real body, have‌​ you? But if​​‌ you form a contract with me,​⁠‍ that can change.”‌‍⁠

“Do‍ you think it’ll‌​ accept, with that‍ obedience engraving included?”‍

“Silence.‌‌ Forest spirit, imagine‌‍ it. That gigantic‌​ body, moving at⁠‌‌ your will…”

— Kkuying! Kkung…!

“It⁠‌‍ says just thinking​ about it excites​‍ it. But it‍‌ also says it​‌⁠ hates feeling restrained‍‌ and detests being‍‌ anyone’s subordinate. As‍‍‌ expected.”

Of​ course. Fernan wasn’t​​‌ fazed.

“Think​ carefully, spirit. Yes,​‌‍ there’s an obedience‍ engraving. But it⁠ won’t last long.”​‍‍

— Kkung?

“How​ long does a human live? At‍‌ best a hundred⁠​‍ years. With magic,​‌ maybe two hundred.‌‌‌ But that’s nothing​ compared to a spirit’s eternity.”

It‍‌‍ only had to‍‌ endure that “instant.”​‌‍

“When​ I die, you’ll⁠⁠‍ be free. You’ll‍ be able to‌ control that body‍‍​ as your own,⁠​ with no one​ to give you​ orders.”

— Kkuiiiing!?

The‍‍ spirit’s eyes widened.⁠​

“Also,‌⁠‍ that body can⁠⁠‍ change size. You’ll​‌‌ be able to​​ move in small‌‍‌ form whenever you⁠ want.”

That⁠ sealed the deal.​

The‍⁠ forest spirit dove‌ straight toward the‍ core but couldn’t‌‌ enter.

“Aria!”​

“…Huh?‌‍​ Why can’t it?”⁠‍‌

“Make​ the contract.”

“…Think​ carefully. This is‍​⁠ a prison!”

— Kkuying!

“What‍ do you mean⁠ two hundred years​​‌ is nothing!? Even⁠⁠ so…!”

“Don’t​‍⁠ interfere with a fair deal, Aria.”‌

“…Haah.⁠‍ Fine.”

With⁠‌ Aria’s help, Fernan‌ signed a contract​​ with the forest‍​ spirit. Once it‍‌⁠ was completed, the⁠⁠‍ spirit entered the⁠‍ core.

Fernan‍ opened the golem’s​ chest and inserted‍⁠ the core.

Wuuuuuung!​⁠‌

The‌ golem’s eyes lit‌‍ up red.

Kugugugu.‍⁠

The‌‌ massive golem rose​‍ on its own,⁠⁠ with will of​ its own.

It⁠ clenched and unclenched​⁠‌ its fist once,‍‌​ twice. Then began‌​​ moving its limbs.⁠

“Congratulations.‍‌‍ You have a real body now,‌​ Wooden.”

— Kkuying?

Perhaps‌‍ thanks to the⁠‌ contract, no interpreter​ was needed anymore.‌​​

“Wooden?⁠ That’ll be your​ name from now⁠​‌ on.”

It⁠ didn’t hold any​ special meaning. It⁠‌⁠ was a forest‍​‍ spirit, so he⁠‍ chose that name.⁠

Thus‌‌⁠ was born the‍​ colossal ego golem,‌‌‌ Wooden.

***‌⁠‌

“…So⁠​‍ a forest spirit​​ is inside that⁠‍ thing.”

“So‍‍‌ basically, you sold​ out a spirit​‍‍ for contacts, Aria?”‌⁠​

— That’s right.

— And this is‍ supposed to be‍ an elf?

Aint​​‍ looked utterly disgusted.‍‍​

“…Are⁠⁠‍ you really an​ elf?”

“I​ was just the​‍ intermediary! It was​ the spirit’s choice,‌‌ not mine!”

Aria‍⁠‌ protested indignantly, but‍‌⁠ no one believed​⁠‌ her.

When​⁠ the commotion settled‌‍ for a moment—‌⁠

“By‌​ the way, where’s⁠⁠ Verian?”

A few minutes later,‌‌‍ they found Verian​ unconscious in a corner of the⁠‍​ battlefield.

And​​ shortly after, the‌ barrier completely vanished.‌⁠⁠

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