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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 72

Chapter 72

The‌ most important thing‌ for a successful​‌ bet is to‌⁠ wager on a sure winner.

In⁠⁠ that sense, Fernan‌‌‍ had more chances‌ of being right​‌‌ than anyone else.‌ Thanks to the‌⁠ prophecy, he knew⁠ who would rise‍⁠ and who would​⁠‍ fall.

Except⁠​​ for one person—Aint⁠​ Armian.

‘Aint‍⁠ in the prophecy‍‌‌ and Aint now‍‌‌ are very different.’‌

Many​⁠‍ things had changed​​ since he first‍⁠ met him.

In⁠‌ that process, Aint‍ had strayed quite⁠​‍ a bit from​‍ the path he⁠​⁠ was originally supposed​‍ to follow.

The‍ problem was that⁠ he couldn’t know‌ whether that was⁠⁠⁠ good or bad.‌​‍ Therefore, he couldn’t⁠ have full confidence‌ that Aint would‍​‍ end up in⁠ the same position⁠ the prophecy dictated.‌⁠

‘In​ the prophecy, Aint​⁠ made it to⁠‌‍ the semifinals.’

And⁠‍ he fell before​ Luina.

It⁠‌‌ was understandable.

Aint⁠ was strong, of‌ course, and he​‍​ had defeated Andromalius,‌ but that was‌‍‌ only possible because⁠​‌ the swordsmanship of​‌‍ the Armian Family​ was particularly effective‍‌ against demons.

If​‍ speaking purely of‌ sword skill, he‌ still couldn’t defeat⁠⁠ Luina.

Though⁠ that wouldn’t last‌ long, given how​⁠⁠ quickly he was⁠​ advancing.

At‍​‌ least in this‌ joust, it was‍‍ not yet his​‍⁠ time.

But​‌​ since the past‍⁠ had already changed,‌ Fernan couldn’t be​‌‍ sure the result⁠ would be the​​⁠ same.

‘Should‌⁠​ I probe Aint?‍⁠‍ Ask him if⁠⁠‌ he can defeat⁠ Luina…’

Though,​ that wouldn’t guarantee‍ a clear answer‍ either.

‘Thinking​‌⁠ about this won’t‍⁠ get me anywhere.‌ Better to observe‌​ how he reaches​‍‌ the semifinals and‍⁠‍ decide then.’

After‌⁠ organizing his thoughts,⁠ Fernan left the‍ dormitory heading to​‍ the guild. Between‌ the festival and‍⁠‌ the betting house,​‌‍ he had a mountain of work.‌

At‌ that moment, he‍‌​ saw Aint sitting‍‍ on a bench.‌

“Aint⁠‌‍ Armian?”

When‍‌⁠ Fernan called him,‍​ Aint, who had​ been looking at‍‌‍ the sky, finally​ focused his gaze.‍

“Ah,⁠ Senior Fernan.”

“What​​ are you doing​⁠⁠ here so absentminded?”⁠​

“Ah,​​ that…”

He‍‍​ was trying to‍⁠ stabilize the power‌​ absorbed from Andromalius.​‌‌ The demonic energy⁠ was extremely unstable,‌​‌ and if he‍‌ didn’t manage to​ fully absorb it,⁠‌ it could spiral‌⁠​ out of control‌⁠ at any moment.‌⁠​

But⁠‍​ he couldn’t say​⁠​ it outright.

— Say that you’re‌‌ mentally reviewing the‌‍ fight with the‍​ demon.

“I​ was thinking about‍‌‍ the corrupted.”

“The​⁠ corrupted?”

“After⁠‍ we defeated Andromalius,‍​ I thought they⁠ might be plotting‍‍​ something else. I don’t think they’ll‍ sit idly by.”‍⁠

“A⁠ second plan, huh?”⁠

Fernan⁠​‌ tapped his knee⁠⁠ with his fingers.‌‌ It wasn’t an‍​⁠ unreasonable possibility.

People⁠‍ often let their⁠⁠‍ guard down right‍‍ after completing a mission.

After‌‌‌ Andromalius’s death and‍ the purge of‌‍ the corrupted infiltrators,‍ the academy was⁠⁠ at its most‌​​ vulnerable point.

“Certainly,​⁠ the Foundation Day‍ Festival would be‌ the ideal stage‍ to cause chaos.”​‍​

Everything⁠ was already set.‌‍​ If they wanted​⁠ to make a scene, there would‍ be no more‌ perfect moment.

However,​⁠‌ Fernan knew that⁠ wouldn’t happen.

“Don’t‍​ worry. At least‌‍ until the festival‌⁠⁠ ends, nothing will​‌ happen.”

“How⁠ can you be‍​‌ so sure?”

He⁠‌ couldn’t answer “because⁠​ I already read​ it.”

“In​ the ritual to‍ summon Andromalius, a corrupted branch of‌ the World Tree‍​​ was used. Getting​ something similar in‍ such a short‍‌ time is impossible.”‌

“Well,​‌ that’s true…”

“And‍‌ besides, most of‍ the infiltrators have​‍ already been eliminated.‍‌​ What could they​​ do now?”

Nothing.‍

Even‌‌‍ without the prophecy,⁠ it was a logical conclusion.

Unless‌ they acted like‌ desperate lunatics, there‌‌‍ wasn’t much room‌​ to maneuver.

And​ it didn’t seem⁠ like the rector⁠ was that careless.‍‌

“Now​ that I think‍ about it, yes.‌ Although I must‍⁠​ admit I was​ worried.”

“Worried⁠‍⁠ about what?”

“There⁠‌​ will be many‌​ important figures of‌ the Empire at‍⁠ the academy. If‌ something happened here,‍‍ the entire capital⁠ would be affected.‌ I imagined a scenario where the​​ corrupted released monsters⁠⁠​ and provoked a war…”

“War?​⁠ You went too⁠​ far.”

Though​⁠ of course, in‍‌‌ the future there‍ would indeed be​‍‌ a large-scale war​ for the fate⁠ of the world—but​ not yet.

“Ugh…”‍⁠

At‌‍ that moment.

BOOM!⁠

A thunderous roar shook⁠‍ his mind.

Fernan‌⁠ felt a stabbing⁠ pain as if​‍‌ his skull were‍​ about to explode.​‍​

His‍‌​ vision blurred, and⁠‌‌ in that black‍⁠ space a new‍​⁠ scene appeared.

A vision of the​‍ prophecy, more vivid‌‍ and darker than​‌ usual. The sky​⁠ was dyed blood⁠‍​ red.

Just‌‌ as it happened‍‌‌ when he read‌​‍ about the summoning​​ of Andromalius. Just​ as when the‌ demon appeared.

‘Another‍⁠⁠ demon…?’

Atop‍ a wall, Aint‌ stood with his​‌ back to the​‍​ town.

Luina⁠ approached him.

“…Aint.”​⁠‍

“Senior,⁠‌⁠ the truth is‌‌ that I’m afraid.⁠‍ But I remember‌‌ what you told‍ me last time—that‍‌‍ a knight is‍​​ the sword that⁠​ defeats his lord’s‌ enemies and the⁠‍ shield that protects​⁠⁠ him.”

A knight does not‌​ flee nor die‌‌ after his lord.⁠⁠‌

“…You‍ didn’t need to​ remember that.”

“No.⁠⁠ Thanks to that,​‌​ I feel calmer.”⁠​‌

Shing,⁠ Aint unsheathed his‍ sword. The blade⁠‌ radiated a faint‌ light.

“I’ll⁠⁠ only tell you‍⁠⁠ this—I want to‍ raise my family‌​ again.”

He​ wanted to restore‍‌​ the Armian Family‌‌​ and return it‌ to its former‌ glory.

“You…”‍​

“Someone⁠‍⁠ once said that‍ the emperor is‌​ the knight of‌ the Empire.”

That⁠‌​ was why he​ couldn’t afford to‌‌ run from his​‍ country.

Time‍ advanced quickly.

The​ wall was already​ filled with soldiers.‍​​

Aint,‌​⁠ Luina, and other‌‌⁠ first-year students watched⁠‍ intently at the​ vast open field.⁠‌‌

And​ there they were.​

GRRRROAAAAR.⁠‍‌

KRRRRRRR.‍

A massive horde of‍‌ monsters and demonic⁠​ beasts raising a cloud of dust⁠‌‍ in their wake.‍

And⁠​​ at the very​‌ end of it​​ all.

Him.​​‌

“…A‌ demon? This… this⁠ makes no sense…”⁠‍‌

“A⁠ demon!?”

“A⁠ real demon! Hahaha,‍‌⁠ we’re all going⁠⁠‍ to die!”

“We⁠‌ have to run!”⁠

“And​ can we?”

The⁠‍ power and presence‌​ of the demon⁠‌‍ were so overwhelming​‍ that everyone was⁠‌ terrified.
Fernan felt a chill. That demon​‌‍ was nothing like⁠​ Andromalius.

He⁠‍⁠ was not alone.​‌

He‍‍‍ led an army​ of thousands, perhaps⁠‌ tens of thousands,​⁠‍ of monsters.

He‌⁠​ tried to get‌​ a better look‌⁠ at the demon,⁠ but he was​⁠ too far away.‌‍‌

“Fighting‌ is pointless? Accept‍ your death. That⁠⁠​ is your destiny.”​

“No!”⁠​

“I‍‌ don’t want to‍‌ die…!”

The⁠‌ demon’s soft voice‍‌‌ filled everyone with‍‍ terror.

Then‍‍‌ Aint raised his‍ sword. The light‌ that radiated from‌ his blade spread⁠​⁠ across the entire⁠⁠ wall, dispelling the⁠ miasma of the⁠ demon’s voice.

“Come​‌‍ to your senses!”‌​⁠

“Are⁠ you really going‍ to stand there​‍​ trembling in fear‍⁠‌ just because it’s‌​ a demon?”

“Are‍​‌ you going to‍‌‍ die like this,‍⁠ without doing anything?”‍‍​

“No.‌ There is no‍​‌ reason to surrender,​ no need to⁠‌⁠ do so.”

“A‍⁠⁠ thousand years ago,‍‍​ the first emperor‌⁠‌ defeated all the‍​ demons and saved​‍​ the world. They‍ are not invincible.”‍

Aint’s‍⁠​ words were not‍ particularly brilliant. But‌ his light restored‍ courage to their‌‌ hearts.

And⁠‌ the harsh reality—that‌ if they did⁠‍ not fight, they​ would die—gave them⁠ determination.

Aint‌​​ Armian. His mere⁠ presence brought hope.⁠‌

“Yes!⁠​‌ Better to die⁠​​ standing than to⁠ die on our⁠ knees!”

“We‌ have Aint Armian!”⁠​

“The‍‍ natural enemy of‍ demons!”

Shouts‌⁠​ full of courage‌ and rage filled​​ the air.

And⁠‌ then.

The‍ war horn sounded.⁠‍‍

The​​​ beginning of battle.‍

The​ monsters advanced, roaring.‍‍

The‍‌⁠ field was covered​​ in dust.

“Prepare⁠ for battle!”

“Everyone⁠⁠ to your positions!”⁠

The‌ knights lined up​‍⁠ at the front.‌‍ The mages began⁠​​ chanting.

The​‍ first rains of⁠⁠ spells fell upon‌‍ the enemy. Screams‍​ of pain and​⁠ fury filled the‍‍ air.

When⁠‍ at last the⁠ monsters reached the​‍‍ wall—

“Long‌‍ live the Dark‍ Wolf Company!”

“Knights⁠‌‌ of the Iron‌ Cross, to the​ front!”

“Soldiers!‍‍⁠ Defend the kingdom!”‍‌

“Long‌​ live the Armian⁠‌‍ Empire!”

“Long​ live the Armian‍​ Empire!”

“Long‌ live the Armian‍ Empire!”

The‍​​ vision ended.

“…”‌

Fernan​ inhaled sharply. His‌‍ eyes were bloodshot,​‍⁠ veins bulging, his‌ body trembling.

“Haa…‍‌ haa…!”

He‌ had never felt‌​ such a terrifying‍‍‌ miasma.

His​ head throbbed violently,‍⁠‌ and his hands‌ wouldn’t stop shaking.‌

“Senior?⁠ You’re sweating… Are‌‍ you alright?”

“…Yes.‌‌‍ I’m fine.”

He‌ was not fine.‌‍⁠ He had never‌ felt anything so​ horrible.

‘Who​​⁠ the hell was​ that?’

Fernan‌ stood up abruptly.‍‌​

“Senior?”‌‍

“I‍⁠ remembered a quote.⁠ We’ll talk later.”⁠

“Senior!”⁠

Fernan​‍ disappeared immediately. Aint​ could only watch‍‍ his figure leaving,​‍ confused.

“What⁠‍‍ was that?”

— It’s similar to‍​⁠ last time. For‍⁠​ a second he‍ lost perception.

“I​ didn’t notice anything‍‌‌ strange.”

— Neither did I.‌⁠ Who knows what‌ it was.

— Could it be‌‍ an illness?

“Maybe…‌‍ he looked like‍​‌ he was in⁠ terrible pain. Not‌​ even all the‌‌ money could save‌‌ him.”

— Anyway, since we⁠‌​ already calmed the​ miasma, let’s return⁠ to the dormitory⁠⁠⁠ and finish absorbing‍⁠‍ it.

“Understood.”​

Aint​​ returned to his⁠​ room.

***‌

“A⁠‍ demon, a demon…!”‍

The‍‌​ place Fernan arrived⁠ at was the​⁠⁠ library.

Among‌ the few books‌‍⁠ about demons, the⁠ one he grabbed​⁠ was The King‍​‌ Colomo and the‍‍ 72 Demons.

Though⁠‍‍ it didn’t give​‍‍ much detail, the‌‌‍ book offered a basic description of‌‍ the characteristics and​⁠⁠ appearances of some‍ demons.

“No,⁠​ not this one…”‌​​

He⁠⁠‌ flipped through the‍‌ pages quickly.

Although⁠ he had only​​​ seen it from‌‍‍ afar and not​ clearly, he remembered⁠ the features that⁠‌⁠ stood out strongly.‌‌​

And‍​ finally…

“…I‍‍⁠ found it.”

Fernan​ had found the​‌​ demon he saw​​⁠ in the prophecy‌ book.

“Demon‌​ number 64: Flauros.⁠‍

A demon with the‍‍⁠ appearance of a leopard. Can transform‍‍ into human form,⁠​ and when he​⁠​ does, he appears⁠‌‍ with the head​‌ and skin of‌⁠ a leopard covering​‍ him.”

Although⁠‌ he took on‌ a human form,​​‌ his face was‌ that of a leopard, and he‍ wore its skin.​‍ There was no‍‍ doubt. It was‌​ him.

“…Demon​‍‌ number 64, Flauros?”‌‌

Fernan‌ clenched the book⁠‍​ tightly.

Why​ had number 64​ appeared right after‍ 72? What about‍ the others?

‘No…‍⁠‍ calm down. The‌ number isn’t an⁠​‍ indicator of power​‍​ or hierarchy. It’s​‌​ just a number.’​‍

That’s⁠⁠ what it said‌ at the beginning⁠​ of The King​‌‍ Colomo and the⁠⁠ 72 Demons.

So‌‌‍ there shouldn’t be‌‌‍ an abysmal difference‍​ between 72 and‍ 64 in terms‌ of power.

‘…Then,‌ what was that‍⁠​ mana?’

It‍​ seemed to be‌ on a completely⁠⁠⁠ different level from‍ Andromalius.

Fernan,⁠ drenched in cold⁠‌‍ sweat, reread the‍ book as best⁠‌‌ he could.

There‌ was something more⁠​ in Flauros’s description.⁠⁠

“Flauros​​ is an exceptional​​​ warrior. His red‍ eyes are always​​ aflame, and he‌‍ can control fire‌​ through his authority.”‍‌

A leopard warrior who‌‌ uses fire.

“Hahaha.”‌

He⁠‍ had thought this‍ prophecy was simple,⁠ and that he​‌​ could easily make​⁠ money without risk.​

“I’m‍​​ screwed.”

The​‍ descent of a monster from a dimension completely different‌ from Andromalius was⁠‍ foretold.

And⁠ as if that‌ weren’t enough, he⁠​‌ would descend at‌​⁠ the head of​‍ a great army,‍​ worthy of the‌‌‌ title “commander of⁠ the legions of‍​ hell.”

Damn​ it. How was‍ he supposed to⁠ stop that?

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