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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Fernan‌‌ returned to his‌ dormitory and began​‍⁠ writing down everything‌‍⁠ he remembered from‌​‌ the vision.

“I​⁠⁠ can make a rough guess as⁠‌ to which castle⁠ it is.”

There​ had been plenty‌‍‍ of clues—the height‍‍⁠ of the walls,‍ the people who‌‌ were with him,‌⁠⁠ even the vast​⁠ plain directly in‍‍⁠ front.

“The‍ Knights of the⁠‌ Iron Cross. A wall about twenty‍ meters tall. And‍‍‌ a great plain⁠‍ stretching out in​⁠ front of the⁠⁠ castle. It was‌‍ blackened by demonic​ energy, but before‌⁠ that it must⁠‍ have been very⁠‍⁠ fertile land.”

The​‍‌ Knights of the‍​⁠ Iron Cross belonged⁠⁠‍ to the Kingdom⁠​‍ of Frazia. And‍⁠‍ in Frazia, there⁠‌‌ were only seven‌ castles with walls​​ higher than twenty‌‌⁠ meters.

‘From‌‌ those, I need‌​‍ to find the‌‍ one with a plain in front.’‌‌

If‌‍‍ there were multiple‌‌‌ candidates, he could​​​ send people to‌ sketch them or​‌ record their images‌​ into spheres to​ check which one⁠​ matched.

‘The‍ problem is the‌‍ date.’

No​‍‍ matter how accurately​‍‌ he identified the⁠ place, if the‍ timing was wrong,​​ it would all‌‌ be ruined.

‘There‍‌ was no rain‌⁠ or snow.’

Whether‌ due to the​‍⁠ miasma or the⁠ nature of the‍​ prophecy itself, he‌​⁠ couldn’t feel the‌⁠ temperature of the⁠ surroundings.

But‌‌⁠ he could deduce​​ some things from‌​‍ the people’s clothing.⁠‍‍

‘It’s‌​‍ definitely not summer.’⁠

Summer⁠​⁠ in Frazia was‍ sweltering, yet no‍‌ one on the​ wall seemed to‍ be sweating.

‘Nor​​ winter.’

No‍‍‍ one wore heavy​‌⁠ clothing.

‘Spring…⁠‌‌ or maybe autumn.’​‌⁠

No,‍⁠​ spring.

If⁠​‌ it were autumn,⁠​ the crops in‌ the plain should‍ have been ripe‍​ for harvest, but‌​‍ there was nothing.‌​

‘Don’t‌ tell me it’s⁠‍‌ next spring…’

That‍⁠‌ would mean only‍​​ six months away.​

Fernan​⁠⁠ tried to stifle⁠ the growing sense‌​⁠ of unease.

‘The⁠‌‍ Shadow Spear Mercenaries⁠ and Varus Dene⁠‍ were present.’

Both‍​​ seemed to be‌​ in full condition.​‍‌

To‍‍⁠ see Varus Dene⁠ on the battlefield,‍ when he was‍ still convalescing now,‌‍ implied that a considerable amount of‌‍ time had already​⁠⁠ passed.

‘Wouldn’t⁠‌‌ six months be‍ enough? Wait…’

In‍​ the original story,‍ Varus Dene hadn’t‍⁠ been injured. That‌‌⁠ had changed because‌⁠ of Fernan’s interference.​​‌

‘If‌‍‌ we remove Varus‍​ from the equation…’​‌‌

Aint​‍ also looked different.‌ More mature. His‍⁠‍ hair a little‌ longer.

But‍ that too could‌‌ change in six‍ months.

‘Damn⁠ it! Why doesn’t‌⁠​ it show the⁠‌ outcome? Why cut⁠​​ the vision at​ the most important⁠⁠ moment?’

If⁠⁠ at least the⁠ prophecy had shown‌‍⁠ Aint winning, as​ it had with‍ Andromalius, he wouldn’t‍‍​ be so anxious.‍

‘No,‌‍ surely he wins.’‍‍

The​‍ last image he​ had seen that‍⁠⁠ stormy day was​​‌ Aint fighting to‌​​ the very end⁠‌ against the demons.⁠⁠​

Or‍‍​ so it was⁠⁠⁠ supposed to be.‍‌

But​‍‍ Andromalius’s level had‍ already been far‍‌‍ higher than expected.‌⁠ His method and‍‌ timing of summoning‌ had also varied.‍​‍

Couldn’t‌⁠​ the same happen​⁠‍ with this new‌ demon? Could Aint‍​ really defeat him?⁠‍

Since‌⁠ the future had‌‌ diverged, there were‌‌ no absolute answers.‌ Only uncertainty.

‘I’ll‌​ have to prepare​⁠ as best as⁠ I can and‌ drop some hints⁠ to Aint.’

That​​​ was the best⁠⁠ he could do​‌ for now.

‘Because‍‌‌ if the Kingdom​ of Frazia falls,‍‌‌ the next will​​ be the Empire.’‍

And⁠​⁠ in the continent​​‌ of Pandrein, under​ imperial rule, lay—‍​​

The⁠‍⁠ Ducal House of‌​ Pellenberg.

Even​‌​ though the distance‍ between Frazia and‌‌ the duchy was‍ greater than that⁠ between many kingdoms,‌​​ the possibility always​ remained.

“That‍ absolutely cannot happen…”​‌

No‌​ matter what, he⁠‌‌ couldn’t allow that⁠⁠ demon to leave​⁠‍ Frazia. It had‌‌ to be stopped​ there.

“That‌⁠‍ cannot happen, sir?”​​⁠

“Hyde?‍⁠⁠ What are you​ doing here all‍ of a sudden?”⁠‍

Fernan​​ cleared his throat‍ while smoothing out⁠‍⁠ his wrinkled clothes.⁠‌

“You‌ called me. You⁠‌​ said you had‌ something to assign​ me.”

“Ah.‌ That’s right.”

“Are⁠‍ you feeling alright?”⁠​‌

“I’m‌‍ fine. Contact the‍​​ Golden Pillar headquarters‌‍ in the Kingdom‌‍⁠ of Frazia immediately.”​⁠​

Golden​ Pillar was Fernan’s​‌‍ private intelligence network.‍⁠‌ The same one⁠ he had used⁠​ to persuade his⁠​‌ father during the⁠ Luina affair.

“Frazia,‍‌​ suddenly?”

“Find​⁠‌ a castle with‍⁠ walls over twenty​ meters high and⁠⁠‍ a plain in‌⁠ front.”

“A‌ castle…?”

The‌‌ order was so⁠⁠⁠ abrupt that Haide​‌ tilted his head‍ in confusion.

Fernan‌​ couldn’t say he‌ had seen a demonic prophecy, so‌‌ he improvised.

“Yes.⁠‍ The rector shared‌‌⁠ some clues about​‍ the corrupted. One‌​‍ of them was‌⁠ a drawing of​‍ a castle.”

“Understood!​⁠‍ I’ll send it‌⁠⁠ right away.”

“I’ll⁠​ leave it to‍‍‍ you.”

“Yes,‍‌ sir.”

Hyde‍⁠ disappeared.

Fernan​⁠‌ rubbed his face⁠‍​ and took a deep breath, trying​⁠ to calm his⁠‍⁠ pounding heart.

For⁠⁠‍ now, there wasn’t‌⁠ much else he⁠‍ could do. He‍​⁠ just had to‍⁠ wait.

So⁠‌​ for now—

“It’s‍‌ time to make‍ money. A war​ requires plenty of‍‍ funds.”

It​​​ was time to⁠ return to his⁠‌‍ real work.

As‍⁠‌ he put on⁠‍‌ clothes to head‍ to the guild,​⁠ his eyes were⁠‌ filled with a single intention—
to empty the⁠‌⁠ pockets of all​​​ the festival’s visitors.‍​

“…Ah,‍​ I had class.”‍⁠​

Damn⁠‌‌ it.

Just‍‍‌ when he had‍⁠⁠ reached the guild’s‌‌‍ entrance, he was‍​ forced to turn⁠⁠ back toward the‌​ academy.

***⁠⁠‍

“…Then,‍‍‌ with this, I declare the Festival‍‍ of the Founding⁠ Day open.”

Bam‍ bam bam bam!⁠⁠‍

After⁠‌ seven rounds of⁠⁠ “lastly,” the rector​ finally made his‌⁠ declaration. The orchestra,⁠‍ already prepared, began⁠​‌ playing a majestic⁠‍⁠ piece.

Magical‍ fireworks burst into​‍ the sky, competing⁠ with each other‍​ over who shone​⁠ the brightest.

Waaaaaaah!‌‍

“It’s‌ the festival!”

“Ten‍ days without classes!”​⁠

Some‌​ ran off to‍⁠‍ find their families,‍⁠ others went with‍‌​ friends, and others‍⁠ dove straight into‍⁠ the bustling streets.‌⁠​

The‌‍⁠ students scattered like‌​ fish in water.​

The⁠‌ festival had begun.​

The​ Academy Festival adopted‌ a completely non-interventionist‍ stance: it only‌ provided a general⁠ guide and left‌‌⁠ students to organize⁠​⁠ their own activities.‍ How to enjoy⁠ it was each‍ person’s choice.

“This‌‌⁠ year the Academy​ really spent a lot…”

The‌ decorations were more‍⁠ dazzling than ever,⁠ the stages and⁠‍‌ contests were fully‍ scheduled, and every‌‍ night there were​‌​ fireworks and magical‌‍‌ shows.

For‍ Fernan, all of​​ that was excellent.⁠‍

All​‍‌ the supplies and‌‍‍ preparations went through⁠⁠ the Golden Turtle​‍‍ Guild.

Much​‍‍ of the money‍​​ spent by the​‌‌ Academy ended up​⁠⁠ in his coffers.‍

“And​‍⁠ you’re not going‍‌⁠ to participate in⁠⁠‍ anything, sir?”

“I’m⁠⁠⁠ here to make‍‍⁠ money.”

Taking⁠ advantage of the‍⁠‍ high season was⁠⁠​ more important than​‌ competing in any⁠‍ tournament.

“Let’s‍⁠ go to the⁠⁠‌ betting hall.”

Fernan‌‌⁠ had built a temporary building next‌‌ to the arenas‌ of the magic‍‌‌ tournament and the‌⁠ jousting tournament. He​⁠‌ turned it into‌‌‍ his betting center.​⁠

On​⁠ the walls hung​⁠⁠ giant charts with​​ the matchups from⁠ the preliminaries. Anyone​⁠ could bet.

Upon‍ entering, the air‌ was thick with‌‍​ the heat and⁠​‍ excitement of the​​ crowd. Even though‍​⁠ the venue was‌ spacious, it was​⁠‍ packed, which brought​ a satisfied smile‍ to Fernan’s face.‌

“Full‍‍ on the first‌‌⁠ day…”

Everyone⁠⁠‍ dreams of getting‍‌⁠ rich overnight, and​⁠ here it was​​ legal.

Some​ despised gambling, but⁠‌ even they were‍​‍ swept up by​⁠ the festival atmosphere‍⁠⁠ and placed small‌‌⁠ bets.

Fernan‍ made his way⁠​⁠ to the charts⁠‍ with the names.​⁠

“Number‍ of participants: 256​‌‌ in the jousting,​ 128 in the⁠ magic tournament.”

The‍ Academy limited the​ slots, so it​‌‍ was always the‍​ same. Before, both​‌ had 256, but‍ participation in magic​ was low, so‌⁠‌ they cut it‌‌‌ in half.

“Ah,​ senior? Did you‍⁠‌ also come to​ bet?”

Someone‍‍ tapped his shoulder.‍ It was Aria⁠ Fridian, the elf,​ with her usual⁠​ bright smile.

“An​ elf betting…”

“Elves‌​‌ and betting go​⁠​ hand in hand.​‍ Want me to‍⁠‌ give you a tip? Surely you​⁠⁠ don’t know the​ first-years well.”

“There’s​ no one I don’t know.”

Fernan​​ shook his head⁠‌ as he read⁠⁠ the paper Aria​ was holding.

[Magic​‌⁠ Tournament – Round​​ of 128]
Aria Fridian vs.​⁠ Keldrick Erimis
Bet: Aria Fridian​⁠‌ – 10 gold‍‌ coins

“You’re⁠​ very confident.”

“I’m‌‍​ the vice-representative of​‌‍ the Magic Department,‍‌ don’t forget. You​​ should bet on​ me. It’s the⁠‍⁠ safest way to‍‌ win.”

“Hm.”‍

Fernan‍⁠​ shrugged. But of⁠​ course, he already​‌ planned to bet‍ on her.

The‌‍‌ prophecy book showed‌‌‍ him who would‌‍ reach the round‍ of sixteen. That⁠ was 32 people⁠⁠ across the two​ tournaments.

Aint,‍‍⁠ Luina, Verian, Aria…​ even Carlo.

Although​ the future had‌‍ shifted slightly due⁠⁠ to his influence,‍‍ they were all​⁠ still included. At‍​⁠ least until that‍ stage, there should‍ be no surprises.​

Fernan⁠‌​ took 32 tickets‌ and bet the⁠​‍ maximum of 10‌⁠ gold coins on‍⁠‍ each.

“Are‌⁠ these your picks,⁠⁠ senior? Can I copy them?”

“If​ you pay the‌⁠​ commission.”

“…Isn’t​ that a bit‍‌⁠ abusive?”

“Anyone​ who wants information​ must pay.”

“…Seen⁠ that way, it‍‍ makes sense.”

Aria​​‍ thought for a few seconds, then‌​⁠ nodded. Fernan wouldn’t⁠​ bet randomly.

And​‍ if those people​‍ won, paying a commission was better⁠ than missing the​ chance.

“Perfect!”⁠

Aria⁠⁠‍ copied the remaining‍ 31 sheets.

After‌​‌ finishing, Fernan left‌ the hall and‌⁠​ walked through the​ streets.

“Hyde,‌‍‌ make your bets‌​‌ the same as‍ mine.”

“Me‍ too?”

“You‍ and all the​⁠ employees. I’ll give​ them the money.‍⁠ They keep half‌ the profits. I don’t think anyone⁠‌ will say no.”​​⁠

Who​​ would refuse free⁠ money?

“We‌ can’t touch guild⁠‌⁠ funds.”

“I’ll​⁠‌ provide the money.⁠‌‍ Have them sign‌ a contract.”

“Understood.”​‌

Hyde⁠ nodded without asking‍ questions.

‘Too‌ bad the limit‌ per round is‌ only 10 coins.’⁠​

But​‌ there was no‍‍⁠ helping it. The‌ place existed to⁠⁠ liven up the​ festival, not as⁠‍​ a serious casino.⁠‍

‘We​ need more staff…’​⁠

The‌⁠ Academy branch only⁠ had about a hundred employees.

“Call​​‌ all the freelancers​⁠‍ from Golden Pillar.​ Have them do‍ the same.”

“Yes,⁠⁠ sir.”

“And​‍‌ also the students⁠⁠⁠ sponsored by Pellenberg.”⁠

“Even‍‌​ them?”

“Money‍ is made when​ it can be.‍ We must take​​ advantage.”

Guild​ funds and his‍​ personal money were‌⁠ not the same‍‍ thing.

“Will⁠‍‌ you return to‌⁠‍ headquarters then?”

“No.‌‌ I’m going to‍⁠​ take a walk​ around the festival.​⁠ I also want‍ to check on​ my shops.”

He​ meant the businesses‌​⁠ run under Golden‍​⁠ Pillar.

Three​‍ hours later.

After‍⁠ confirming that his‌ ten shops and‌⁠‌ inns were packed,‍‍ Fernan returned to‌ the Guild headquarters⁠‌ smiling.

“Tomorrow​ I’ll start seeing​​ the important guests.”⁠

Many⁠‍⁠ nobles and powerful⁠ guild leaders had‌ come.

Fernan‌‌‍ planned to attend​ the banquets and‍⁠ build connections.

Especially—‍

“Hyde,‌‌ get me the‍⁠​ list of those⁠​‍ who came from‍‍⁠ the Kingdom of⁠⁠‌ Frazia.”

“Frazia?”​

Fernan⁠ had in mind‍​‍ the nobles of⁠​‌ that kingdom.

‘If‌‌⁠ I can secure​‌⁠ connections with Frazia,‌‍ I’ll be able‍​⁠ to intervene better.​ Even if it’s​ just getting some⁠⁠ cooperation.’

It‍‍‍ was essential to⁠ stop the demon.⁠‍‌

But‍ the next day—‌‌‌

“Senior!​‌‌ Two of your‍‍ bets failed! Well,​⁠​ you got thirty​‍‍ right, so it’s⁠‌⁠ not bad, is⁠​ it? In duels⁠‍‌ the strongest doesn’t‍⁠⁠ always win.”

“…”​

Fernan‌‌ hadn’t expected that.‌

Sure,‍ anyone could have‌ a bad day​‌‌ and lose to‌⁠ a weaker opponent.‍​​

With‌‍ others, that would​​‍ be normal.

But​‌​ not with the‍‌⁠ 32 he had‌ chosen.

‘One‍ of the ones‌​ who was supposed​⁠‍ to reach the‌ round of sixteen⁠⁠‌ got eliminated in⁠​​ preliminaries?’

Something‌​​ was very wrong.‌‌⁠

The⁠ future had changed.‌

And⁠ he was about​ to lose money.​‍​

A cold sweat trickled‌‍ down his forehead.​‍

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