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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 69

Chapter 69

The⁠ academy had begun​​⁠ a new semester.‌⁠

With‌‍​ the return of⁠ the students who⁠‍ had gone back‍‍ to their homes,‍​‌ the once quiet⁠ atmosphere of the‌​⁠ academy was once​ again filled with⁠ bustle.

“I’m​‌ counting on you‍ this semester.”

“Same⁠‍‌ here.”

Fernan‌‌‍ attended the first‍‌ paired class of‍​ the second semester‍‌ with Luina.

The‌ subject was “Study‌⁠‍ of Monsters and​‌​ Beasts.” But since​‍‍ it was the​ first day, there​​‌ wasn’t anything significant.‍

The‌ class ended after⁠ a brief explanation⁠ of future plans.​‍​

“Fernan.”‌‍‍

“Ludger.”⁠⁠

“I​‍ heard what happened.‌​​ They say it​‍‍ was something big.​​‌ Fanatics inside the‌‌ academy?”

Ludger⁠‌ approached discreetly and⁠ whispered in a low voice.

‘So,⁠⁠ he’s already heard.’⁠‍

The‍‍ matter of the​‍⁠ demon was far​⁠ too serious for‌‍​ the headmaster to⁠‍⁠ handle alone.

Even‌‌⁠ as an archmage,⁠⁠⁠ someone whom even​​‍ the Emperor himself⁠‍ dared not touch,​‍⁠ the matter was⁠​​ beyond him.

However,⁠ since the headmaster​⁠‌ didn’t belong to⁠​ any one faction,‌ instead of restricting‍​⁠ it to a single noble house,‌‍ he had informed‍‍⁠ all the houses⁠ of the Elector​‌ Princes.

The‌​ Pellenberg family was‌ no exception.

Fernan​‌‍ had received a letter from his​⁠⁠ father just before​‌ classes began, telling‍ him he had‍ heard about the​‌‍ fanatics.

“When​‍ I first heard‌​ about those fanatics…⁠ it was shocking.”⁠

It‍⁠ must have been‌ even worse for⁠ you, who experienced⁠‍ it firsthand.

“What⁠ was it like?⁠ Those wastes who‌‍ still worship demons,‌ unable to forget‍‍​ them.”

“I​‌ don’t think this​​ is the place‍​​ to talk about‍⁠ it.”

“Don’t‍ worry. I already‍‌‍ cast a sound-cancellation​​‌ spell.”

“And​​ do I have​ to spell it​​ out that that⁠ wasn’t my point?”‍

“Then,‌‍ will you only​⁠ answer if I directly ask you‍‍‍ what those fanatics‌⁠ were like?”

And‍​ you consider that‌​ a question?

“Of​ course not, Ludger​‍ Schwaben.”

Fernan‌‍ extended his hand.‌

“But⁠‍ if you pay​ the right price,⁠ I have no⁠⁠ problem telling you.”‍

After‍⁠​ all, there is⁠‍ nothing a merchant​ won’t sell. “Information”‌​‌ was no exception.⁠‌

“…Right,‌⁠‍ that’s just like⁠​ you. I forgot⁠ a little during⁠​ the break.”

Ludger​ chuckled.

“Then,⁠⁠‌ how much does‌‍​ it cost?”

“That‍​​ depends on your​‌ willingness.”

“So​⁠⁠ that means the‌ quality of your⁠ information depends on​​​ my generosity?”

“As‌​ expected of a prince. No need‌​ to repeat it.”‌‍

At‍⁠ Fernan’s shameless reply,‌‍ Ludger let out‍⁠‍ a sigh.

“Then‌⁠‌ how much would⁠​⁠ it cost to‌​ ensure you don’t‌ tell anyone else?”⁠⁠

“Is​⁠ that necessary? Surely​‌ they already know‍ I wasn’t alone.”⁠⁠

Although‍ the headmaster hadn’t‍ said who fought​‍ the fanatics, there‌‍ were multiple spies⁠‌ from different noble‌⁠​ houses inside the⁠ academy.

Concealing​⁠ it completely was​‌⁠ impossible, and he‍‍​ hadn’t intended to⁠⁠ anyway.

“Let‍⁠‍ me rephrase. How‍‍ much to ensure​‍‌ that none of‍‌‍ those who fought‍‌‌ the fanatics say⁠​ a single word?”​​⁠

“One⁠​⁠ trillion gold.”

“…Are‍‌ you insane?”

“You’re‌⁠‌ the insane one.‌‍ You’re asking for⁠⁠​ the impossible.”

“You‌‌ always say there’s‌‍⁠ nothing impossible with‌⁠‌ money.”

“Exactly.​⁠​ So if you​⁠​ give me a trillion gold, I’ll‍ do whatever it​ takes to make⁠ it happen.”

“Tch.”‌‍⁠

Ludger​​⁠ clicked his tongue‍ in annoyance.

He‍‍‌ placed a heavy​ pouch in Fernan’s⁠ hand. When he‍​⁠ checked, it was‌​ full of gold‌​ coins.

“Then​‍ just tell me‌‍ what you know.”‌

“First,⁠⁠‌ let’s move somewhere‌‍⁠ else. Even with​ the sound-cancellation, this⁠‍​ spot attracts too‌⁠‌ much attention.”

Though‌‌​ they had stepped⁠‍ aside, they were⁠ still near the⁠⁠ front of the⁠ classroom. Several people​‍⁠ were glancing at​​‌ them as they‌ passed.

“Fine.”‍​​

Fernan​⁠ began to recount‍​‌ what he had​ experienced.

Of⁠‌ course, he didn’t‌‍ tell it exactly‍ as it had‌‌⁠ happened. It was‍⁠‌ a slightly more⁠ decorated version of​ what he had‌‍​ told the headmaster.⁠​‌

He⁠​ replaced “demons” with​⁠ “fanatics.”

After​​ all, the headmaster‌⁠​ had gone to‍ great lengths to‍‌ conceal that detail,​​ and there was‍ no reason to‍‌ reveal it now.‍​

***‌⁠‌

After‌ earning some extra⁠ income thanks to‍ Ludger, Fernan set⁠‌⁠ about reorganizing his​⁠‌ plans.

“Hmmm.”⁠

The​‍​ new prophecy revealed⁠​ to him this⁠‌‌ time wasn’t about‌⁠‍ demons or crises.⁠​

But‍⁠ it was undoubtedly​ an important future⁠‌‍ event.

Both‍⁠⁠ for Aint, who‍‍​ had to win⁠ the jousting tournament‌‍ to obtain the‌‌ First Emperor’s legacy…​‌‍

And​​‍ for Fernan, who‌‌ now knew who‍‍ the main winners​​​ of the jousting‍‌‌ tournament and the​‌‍ magic tournament would⁠ be.

‘It’s⁠‌‌ an opportunity to​ make a fortune.’⁠‌⁠

During‌​ the academy festival,⁠‍⁠ where both the⁠​ joust and the‌‌ magic tournament were‌ held, betting was⁠ officially allowed.

The​ academy itself supervised‌⁠⁠ it and allowed‌ wagers on the​⁠ participants, and Fernan,‍⁠ with the tacit​​ approval of the⁠⁠‌ academy, organized betting‍ on a much‌‍⁠ larger scale.

Until‌‌ now, he had‍‍‍ only bet on‌ safe occasions to‌⁠ minimize losses, but‌⁠ if he knew​ the future, there‌​⁠ was no reason⁠‌ not to take‌⁠‍ advantage of every‌‌‌ opportunity.

‘With‍​ luck, I could‌ match the annual‌​⁠ income of the⁠ branch.’

A simple student tournament‌⁠​ could not be⁠ underestimated.

The‌⁠ academy’s founding festival‍⁠‍ was second in‍⁠​ scale only to‍‌​ the imperial festival⁠‍⁠ in the capital.​

Wealthy​ parents flocked in⁠​‌ droves to see​‌ their children, and‌ the flow of‍‍⁠ money was enormous.⁠​​

It‍‍‌ wasn’t for nothing⁠‌ that the academy‍ was the cradle⁠‌‌ of the Empire,​⁠‌ nor for nothing‍​ that the fanatics​ had tried to​ destroy it first.⁠​

‘I‍‍⁠ don’t have to‍ bet on every‍‌ round.’

The‌⁠‍ prophecy wasn’t that‍‌‍ detailed.

But‍⁠ at least he‌‍ knew who would⁠⁠‌ reach the quarterfinals‍‍ in each tournament.​​⁠ Betting only on‍‍‌ them guaranteed no‌⁠ mistakes.

“Six‍‌ are the expected⁠‌ ones, and two‍ are surprises.”

Not‌‌‍ bad. Especially since​ those two surprises‍​​ would bring very‌‌‌ good profits.

“Now‍ then, there’s something‍‌‍ I need to‍​ discuss with you‍‍‌ too.”

— Kkung?

Fernan‍ extended a finger.‍⁠

Wooden,​​​ who was pacing‍​⁠ restlessly on the​‌‌ table, grabbed it‍​ eagerly.

At⁠‌ barely 20 cm‍‍ tall, Wooden was‍ like a figurine‌​ enchanted with lightening​ magic.

If‍ he stayed still,‌‍ no one would‍​ doubt he was‌⁠ just a trinket.⁠

Keeping⁠‍​ him in subspace​‌‍ would be best,‌ but Wooden, who⁠​ had already been⁠⁠‌ there once, fiercely​⁠⁠ refused.

He⁠‌‍ said he never⁠‍‍ wanted to return⁠ to that empty,⁠​‌ conscious void again.​​

‘Even⁠‌ with a contract​‌‌ and an obedience‌ mark engraved, treating‌‍ him like that​‍‌ wouldn’t be a good long-term idea.’‌‌

It‌ didn’t take much⁠‍ thought. Spirits were‌‌ simple—contract or not,⁠‌ if they disliked‍​ something, they wouldn’t‌‍ cooperate.

Though​⁠ he couldn’t escape‌‌ Fernan, if he‌​ lost motivation, his‍‍ performance would drop.‍‌

‘I​‌‍ can’t carry him‌‌ on my shoulder…’​‍‍

Boasting​ that he had‍‍​ made an ego‌ golem was ridiculous,⁠‌⁠ and he didn’t‍ want to become​‍ the center of​ gossip for walking⁠‍​ around with one‍‍ at his age.​‍

“Wooden,​ shrink down.”

— Kkung?

Wooden‌‌‌ immediately shrank. He‌⁠​ was now just⁠⁠ 1 cm tall—the​‍⁠ smallest size he​ could take.

Click,⁠​ Fernan attached the‍‍​ clasp extending from⁠ Wooden’s head to‌⁠⁠ a small chain.​‌‍

It⁠⁠ was an idea‌ he’d gotten from‍ Aint, who turned⁠‍ his sword into​‌​ a necklace.

— Kkung-kkung!

Wooden⁠​ squirmed uncomfortably.

“If‍ you don’t like​​ this form, then​ it’s subspace for‍‌​ you. Isn’t this​ better?”

At‌ the word “subspace,”‌⁠ Wooden went still.‍‌‍

— Kkuuuuung?

“That’s⁠⁠‌ right. If you‍ hang quietly in⁠ the form of​ a necklace, I won’t put you‍⁠‌ in subspace. Of‍‍‍ course, only when‍‌⁠ it’s just the⁠‍ two of us.”‌

It​​​ was better than⁠‍ being trapped in⁠‍⁠ a void with‌‌ nothing but awareness.‍​

Wooden‍‍​ didn’t hesitate for⁠ even a second​‌‍ and chose this‍‌ option.

And⁠ that was how‍ a new pendant​‌ appeared around Fernan’s⁠⁠ neck.

***‌

The‌ academy had many‍ facilities available for​ students.

In‌ particular, the personal‍‌​ training field, the⁠ group training grounds,​ the instruction yard,‍‌ and the dueling‍‍‍ hall were always‌ open so students‍‍‍ could use them‍⁠ anytime for individual⁠‌ practice or sparring.​

“……”⁠

“……”‌‌​

And​​‍ there, two students‍ were making use‌ of the place.‍

Aint‌ Armian. Firstborn of‍⁠ the former imperial​​ Armian family, and⁠⁠⁠ though only a handful knew, the⁠​​ nemesis of demons—the‍‌ one who had⁠‌ slain one.

Facing⁠⁠​ him, wielding his‍​‌ sword, was Verian‌‍ Kalburdern.

He⁠⁠‌ belonged to one‌ of the Empire’s​ most renowned knightly⁠ houses, rivaled only⁠ by the houses​‍ of the Elector‌ Princes.

A heavy silence hung‍‍ between the two.⁠‌

A soft breeze blew,‍‌​ and a dry⁠⁠‍ leaf fell between‌⁠ them.

The⁠⁠​ moment it touched‌ the ground, both⁠⁠‌ students sprang forward​‍ from the floor​​ of the dueling‍ ground.

Clang!⁠‌

Their‌​​ swords clashed, and⁠ a shockwave rippled‌⁠ outward in all‌​‍ directions.

Aria,​⁠⁠ who had permission‌‌‌ from both to⁠ spectate the duel,⁠‍ waved her hand‌ lightly to disperse‌‌ the wave headed⁠ toward her.

“……”‌‍‌

Resting‌ her chin on​ her hand, she‍⁠ watched the center⁠⁠ of the field​ with a blank‍⁠‍ expression.

The‍‌ vice-representative of the​‍⁠ first-year Knight Department,‌ and the third-ranked⁠‌​ student of the‌⁠‍ same year.

Her⁠⁠‌ being allowed as‌ a spectator was‍​‍ proof enough that‌‍ her time at‍ the academy had‌‌ not been in​​⁠ vain.

Even⁠ if it was⁠‍ partly a reward‍ for having fought⁠ against demons.

‘Getting‍ closer to Aint‌​‍ Armian was undoubtedly​ a huge gain.’‌‍​

During‌‌ the battle with‌ the demon, Aria​ had witnessed Aint’s⁠ performance firsthand.

That⁠ purifying radiance had⁠​​ shown her clearly‍‍​ why he was​‍​ considered the nemesis⁠ of demons.

At⁠​‌ first, she had‍‍‍ approached him because‍ he was the‍⁠​ weakest among the‌⁠ Elector Princes’ heirs,‍⁠​ but…

Despite⁠ that, he turned​⁠​ out to be⁠‌⁠ a pearl in⁠‌‌ the mud.

‘And​ Verian Kalburdern isn’t⁠‌‌ lacking either.’

Though⁠‍​ not an Elector​⁠⁠ Prince, the prestige‍‍ of House Kalburdern​​​ was by no​‍ means insignificant.

But‌ even so, she​‍​ couldn’t help but‌⁠ feel a certain​⁠‍ distaste.

Why?​⁠

“Fernan‌‍‌ Pellenberg, that senior…”⁠​⁠

Yes.‌​⁠ Because of him.​​

“It’s‍‍ strange…”

Fernan⁠ was clearly different‍‌​ from everyone else‍ she had spoken‍‌ to until now.‌​

“Normally,‍ by this point,‍ they would have​‍‍ relaxed, but…”

Why⁠ then, whenever she‌⁠ spoke with Fernan‍​ Pellenberg, did she‍​​ still feel that​‍ sharp tension? He‌⁠ continued to look‌ at her with​ distrust.

Even‍‌ the exiled prince,‌‌‍ whom she had‍⁠⁠ thought of as‍⁠​ nothing more than‌ a coward too‌ afraid of his⁠⁠‍ father to return‌‌ home, no longer‌ looked at her⁠‍ that way.

‘Is‍⁠ it just my‌‍ imagination… that I feel like I’m‍⁠‍ the one being​‍‍ manipulated?’

Even⁠⁠⁠ when they transported​‍ the branch of⁠​​ the World Tree.‍​‍ Even when it⁠ ended up fully⁠⁠‍ corrupted.

Even‍‌ during the incident​‌​ with the ego‌⁠ golem.

In⁠⁠​ the end, everything‍⁠‌ had unfolded exactly​⁠ as Fernan had‍‌‍ predicted.

Perhaps‍‌ he hadn’t expected​‌ the corruption of⁠ the World Tree’s‍⁠‌ branch to lead‍‍⁠ to the summoning‍ of a demon,‍ but…

Aria‌ shook her head.⁠⁠

It⁠ must just be⁠⁠​ her imagination.

Thanks‌​ to the invitation​ to the Yacht⁠‍​ Club and the‍‌ new connections she‌ had made, she‍‍‍ had gained more‍​‌ than she had‍‍​ lost.

Part⁠ of the World⁠‌⁠ Tree’s branch had​ been doomed to‍‌ corruption anyway, and​ the ego golem‌​‌ had been Fernan’s​‌‌ creation from the⁠⁠‌ start.

‘Yes,‌ exactly. But… the‍‌‍ fact he still‌‍ looks at me⁠‍​ with suspicion isn’t⁠⁠‌ just in my​​ head…’

“Aria!”‍​‌

“Watch​ out!”

The⁠ sharp warning jolted⁠ Aria from her⁠ thoughts.

A bokken that seconds‌ ago must have⁠⁠⁠ been in someone’s⁠ hand was now‍ tracing a long⁠ arc through the​‌ air toward her.‌‌

It‌‌‌ carried a bit‌⁠ of aura—enough that​ if she received‍ it carelessly, she​ could be seriously⁠ injured.

‘It’s​‍ from Verian.’

Aint‌‍⁠ still held his⁠‌ bokken, while Verian’s​​‌ hand was empty,‍​⁠ his fingers torn‌‌​ and bleeding.

Aria‍ extended her hand.‌‍

The​⁠ spirits dampened the⁠ aura within the⁠‍ weapon, and the‍ bokken flew straight⁠ into her palm.​

“Looks⁠​ like Aint won,​⁠​ huh? I knew​‌ it! Someone who’s​ scared of his⁠ daddy and can’t​​ even go home‌⁠‌ isn’t a real​ opponent!”

“You…!”⁠‍

“This‍‍‍ time you didn’t⁠​ faint, right?”

“You⁠‌ damned pointy-eared brat!”‍⁠

Aria​‍‍ let out a perfectly innocent laugh.‍​⁠

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