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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Waaaaaaaah!⁠‍

The‍‌ roars of the‌⁠ crowd shook the​‌‌ colossal stadium, capable⁠​ of holding up‌‌ to fifty thousand‍ spectators.

“Third​⁠ year of the‍‌ Knight Department, Valia⁠‌ Anus!”

Called‍ by the judge,⁠ Valia Anus appeared​⁠ mounted on his‍ horse, advancing with⁠‌‌ solemn steps.

“His⁠​‌ opponent, third year​‌ of the Knight‍‍‌ Department, Gismond Ert!”‍

On​‌ the opposite end,‌​⁠ Gismond Ert emerged‌‌ riding an imposing‌‌ black steed.

‘That’s‍‌‍ the guy.’

Fernan,⁠‌ seated in the⁠​​ VIP section, watched⁠‍ him closely. Gismond‌⁠​ Ert, a third-year‍‍‍ student of the‍​‌ Knight Department.

The​​ night before, after‌​ confirming the unexpected‌​‌ defeat of two⁠‌‍ of the round‍ of 32 who⁠‌ should have advanced,‍ Fernan had thoroughly⁠ investigated this man.‍​⁠

Up‌‌‍ until last year,‍ he had been‍ a complete nobody.​​‍

Entering‍‌⁠ the Academy was‌ already proof of⁠⁠ enough talent anywhere‌ on the continent,‍ but within the​ Academy, he had‌‍⁠ been just average.‍​​

First​‌ year, first semester:⁠ rank 55.

First‍‍‌ year, second semester:‌ rank 53.

Second‌‍​ year, first semester:​‍ rank 52.

Neither⁠‍​ exceptional nor terrible.⁠ Average.

‘And⁠‍ then suddenly he‍‍ changed.’

Second‌⁠ year, second semester:⁠⁠​ rank 49. It​​ was the first‍​ time his ranking‌‍ crossed the barrier⁠⁠‍ of the forties.‍⁠

Third⁠‍⁠ year, first semester:‍ rank 22.

In​‍​ a single semester,‌​ he had jumped⁠ twenty-seven positions.

And​⁠ now, after the⁠ vacation, he had‌​ managed to defeat‍ two knights clearly⁠⁠‍ superior to him⁠​ and slip into‌ the top 32‌‍ of the jousting⁠⁠​ tournament.

‘…How​‌​ the hell do‍ you explain this?’​

Fernan​⁠ had hidden part‌ of his true‌⁠⁠ level and also​​‌ relied on magical‌⁠‍ artifacts.

But​ Gismond Ert did⁠‌ not.

‘The‍⁠⁠ Ert family is‍​ insignificant.’

A simple baron lineage,​‍‌ one among thousands.⁠⁠ A small farmland​ and nothing more.⁠‍⁠

They‍‌⁠ had neither the⁠‍⁠ wealth nor the‌ reason to hide‍⁠⁠ power.

‘Then⁠‍​ what the hell⁠‌⁠ is this?’

Where⁠ did this guy​‌‌ come from, the‌⁠ one now making⁠‌‌ me lose money?⁠‌‍

The‍​ book of prophecies‍​‌ had never mentioned‌ him. Did a latent talent suddenly‍ explode? Or did‍ he swallow a mountain of secret‌​ elixirs?

And‌‍ it wasn’t just‍ that.

He​⁠ had already eliminated​​​ two who should‌​​ have been guaranteed⁠ to reach the‍​​ round of 16.​‍

‘In‍ a tournament, the⁠ 16 who reach‌‌ the round of​‌ 16 should never‌‌ meet earlier in‍‌ the bracket.’

That​‌​ Gismond had beaten⁠​ one was possible.​‌⁠ But two—that meant‌ the bracket itself​ had changed.

‘In‌‍ the original timeline,​‍ did he not‍ even participate?’

If​ so, the entire⁠‍ tournament could diverge⁠ from the prophecy.⁠⁠

“…Tch,‍ damn it.”

“At‍ least the other​⁠ predictions hold. Only​ two were wrong,‍ right?” Hyde commented.‌​⁠

“Only​‌‌ two? Two is‌ already too many!”​

And​​ no one could‌‍ guarantee it would​ stop at two.‌⁠

‘With⁠‍⁠ this bracket altered,‌ two more could​ fall.’

The​‌ judge raised his⁠⁠⁠ voice.

“Prepare!”​

Valia⁠‌‍ Anus and Gismond​‌ Ert stood at‌ opposite ends. They‌​ took up their​ lances and fixed‌​ their gaze on⁠⁠‌ one another.

“Begin!”⁠​‌

Thud⁠ thud thud—!

The​⁠ horses pounded the⁠ earth, charging thunderously.‌

The⁠‌ air filled with​‌ the harsh snorts⁠ of the beasts⁠​​ as their riders‌ lowered their lances.‍

Claang!⁠‍

A rending crash resounded​ across the stadium.⁠‍ The shockwave expanded,​⁠ but the protective⁠⁠ barriers already in‍​‌ place shielded the‌​ crowd.

Neighhh!⁠

The​ horses neighed, unsettled​‌​ by the impact.⁠‍⁠ Both contenders turned‍ and prepared for​​⁠ the second charge.​‌

Thud⁠​ thud thud—!

Claaang!​​

Another⁠ brutal collision. The‌ horses screamed, the‌ knights endured, and‌⁠⁠ again they turned.‍⁠

“I​​‍ have the feeling‌⁠​ this won’t be​ decided on horseback.”‌

“Right.‍⁠⁠ Even if it’s‌ called jousting, it‌ rarely ends with‍​ just the lances.”‍‍⁠

Just⁠ as Fernan and‍⁠⁠ Hyde muttered, the‍ third charge produced​ no victor.

“Dismount!”​⁠​ ordered the judge.‍​

Both⁠​⁠ dismounted, dropped their‍​‌ lances, and drew‍​‌ their swords.

That​ was the rule—if‌ after three clashes⁠⁠‍ there was no‍ result, it was​‍ settled with swordsmanship.​‍​

“Fight!”​

The‍⁠⁠ swords gleamed, imbued​‌ with aura. Gismond’s⁠​​ aura was brown,⁠ like his hair.‌‍​

“Hyde,⁠‌ what do you⁠‌‌ think?”

“Valia⁠‌⁠ Anus’s aura is​‌‍ more refined.”

“But‌​ Gismond Ert’s is‌‍‌ far more abundant.”‍‌

“Yes.”​‌⁠

No‌‌⁠ further examination was​⁠‌ needed.

Valia’s⁠ aura was sharp⁠‍‍ and solid; Gismond’s‌‍⁠ chaotic. But the‌⁠​ sheer volume made⁠‌ up for the⁠⁠‌ difference.

“Did‌⁠ he gorge on‌ elixirs?”

That⁠‍ seemed the most​⁠⁠ plausible explanation. But‌ from where? In‍⁠ the original story,‌‌‍ he never used‌⁠⁠ them—he hadn’t even​ participated in the​‍ tournament.

And​ the Ert family‌ didn’t have the‍​ money for such‌ luxuries.

‘…Corrupt⁠ magic?’

He⁠​ had already seen‌⁠⁠ how the corrupted⁠‍⁠ had their aura​ artificially amplified.

While⁠⁠ Fernan and Hyde‌ spoke, the fighters​ clashed.

Claaang!​

Sword⁠⁠ against sword. Shards‌‍ of aura burst‍​​ in every direction.‍ Most were brown.‌​‌

Gismond’s‌ aura waned, then⁠⁠ regenerated instantly.

That‍ cycle repeated several​⁠ times, and in⁠ the end, it⁠⁠ was Valia who⁠⁠‌ began to tire.​​‌ His movements slowed,‌ his aura dulled.​‍‌

Gismond,​⁠ with brute force,⁠‍ found the opening.⁠

Claang!​‍

Gismond’s​‍​ sword struck straight‌ at Valia’s chest,​ and a flash​‍‍ stopped it.

The‍‍‌ bracelet on Valia’s⁠ wrist had activated⁠​⁠ the safety barrier​‌ the Academy gave​⁠​ to all participants.⁠‍‍

“End‌​‌ of the match!‍ The winner is​‍‍ Gismond Ert!”

The​‍‍ judge proclaimed it​‌ officially.

“It’s⁠‍‌ one of two​ things—first-rate elixirs in⁠⁠ absurd quantities, or‌ corrupt magic.”

If⁠‌‍ it was elixirs,⁠ they weren’t cheap‌ or common. No‌ one in the​‍ Ert family could‌​ afford them.

Most‌​‍ likely it was‌‌ the second—that he‍‌‌ was corrupted.

But‌ the corrupted weren’t‍ fools. Would they‍ really take such‍ a risk now,‌⁠⁠ when the rector‌ had everyone hunting‍‌ them?

Damn‍​​ it. What a headache.

“Order⁠‍ the Golden Pillar‌ to investigate Gismond⁠‌‍ thoroughly. His family,‌ his movements, where‌​⁠ he got the‌ elixirs—even his most‍‍ trivial habits.”

“Understood.”‌‍

Either‍⁠‌ way, the change​ had occurred because⁠⁠ the future itself⁠‍ had been altered.‍ There was no​ other explanation.

Fernan⁠ stood up.

“At​‌ least today I made money.”

Valia⁠‌ was never going‌ to reach the‌‌ round of 16,​ nor was he‍ worth Fernan’s interest.‌ Gismond, on the⁠ other hand, had​ defeated two who⁠‌ were destined to⁠ get there.

If​⁠ those victories weren’t‍‍‌ mere luck, the‌​‌ outcome was inevitable.‌⁠‌

“Who‌ will be his​‌⁠ next opponent?”

“Luina‌ Bercheff.”

“Then‌ it ends there.”‌

Fernan‍ was convinced there‍​ would be no⁠​‌ more surprises.

Even⁠⁠⁠ so, he remained⁠ in his seat.‍‌ With the bracket‌​‌ altered, he had‌⁠ to observe every‌ match to assess⁠⁠ who would truly‌ reach the round⁠‌ of 16.

‘Damn‌‍‍ bastard…’

While⁠​ Gismond raised his​​ arms and received​​‍ cheers, Fernan’s eyes‍​⁠ stared at him‍​⁠ coldly.

***‌⁠⁠

Festival,⁠‌‍ day 6.

Jousting​‌ tournament, day 5.⁠‍

After​‌⁠ defeating three opponents‌ and reaching the​‍ top 32, Luina​ was in the​‌⁠ waiting room, calmly⁠​​ preparing for her​ next match.

‘My​⁠ next opponent is…’​⁠​

“Getting‍‌​ ready?”

Someone‍ in armor sat​​ down beside her.‍‍​ Though the visor​ hid his face,‌ the voice was‌‌​ unmistakable.

“…Fernan?‌‌‍ How did you⁠​​ get in here?”‍

The‍ waiting room was⁠‌‍ off-limits to anyone​​⁠ who wasn’t a competitor. At least,​‌​ that’s what she​ knew.

“There⁠‌⁠ are always ways.”‌‌

“Money⁠ opens many doors.”‍‌

“More‌‍ like connections. Something​‌ like this isn’t‌ worth wasting money‌ on.”

Fernan​ gave a faint‍‌‍ smile.

“So‍‍ what brings you⁠​ all the way‌⁠‌ to the waiting⁠‌ room?”

“Do​​⁠ you know who⁠ your opponent is?”​

“Yes.⁠⁠‍ The third-year senior,‌​ Gismond Ert.”

She⁠​​ always gave her‌⁠​ best and never⁠ went into a match without learning​ about her opponent.‌​⁠

“I‌‍⁠ heard his level​ suddenly rose since⁠ last year. I thought it was‍‍‌ a late awakening‍ of his potential,​ but seeing him‍​‌ in person, it’s‍ different.”

“Elixirs.”‌‌‍

“Exactly.”‌⁠‍

“I‍ came to warn‌ you in case‌‍‌ you didn’t know,‍⁠‍ but it seems​​‌ you already do.”‍‌

“Warn​‌ me?”

“Be⁠‌ careful.”

“Be‌‌ careful?”

Though‍⁠‌ she couldn’t see‌‌ his face, Fernan’s​ voice was unusually‌‌⁠ serious.

“That⁠⁠‍ Gismond… too many⁠⁠ things about him‌‌‌ are suspicious.”

“…Could⁠‌ he be corrupted?”‍‌​

Luina’s​ eyes sharpened instantly.‍‌

She​‌ already knew there​ were corrupted infiltrated​ in the Academy.‍‌ And after seeing​ her friend Bella‍ tainted by miasma‌ and gaining a sudden surge of​‍ power, she couldn’t‌⁠ help but think‌​‌ it.

“I’m⁠​ not sure. Just‌ suspicions. But the‌‍​ likelihood is high.”​

And‍ quite high.

“Understood.”‌⁠​

“You⁠‍‍ won’t ask more?”‍

“Luina⁠ Bercheff, it’s your​ turn to enter.”​⁠​

An⁠‍ assistant called her.​‍ Luina took her‌‌ helmet.

“Even​​​ if he’s a man who only​‌ thinks of money,​‍‍ he isn’t someone​ who lies. And⁠‍⁠ besides, I think‍ I already have‌‌​ enough reason to​‍​ trust you.”

She‌‍⁠ also longed for‍‍ victory with all‍‌ her heart.

“I’ll​‌​ give it my​ all and come​ back…”

At‌‌ that moment, something​​ dropped into her​ mouth.

“…This‌ is… chocolate?”

“A​ gift. Make sure​⁠ you win.”

“…Thank​⁠ you.”

Clank.​⁠ Luina lowered her​ helmet visor and‌‍‌ walked down the⁠ hallway.

“Trust,​​ huh…?”

Fernan⁠ returned to his‍‌ seat in the​​‌ stands.

And​ he saw it.⁠

“The⁠ winner, Luina Bercheff!”‌⁠‌

Luina’s⁠​ lance, charging in‌ unison with her⁠ steed, shattered Gismond’s​​ aura in a single strike.

On‍​⁠ the second clash,‌⁠⁠ she disarmed him‍‌‍ completely.

The‍⁠‌ match was decided‍​ in just two⁠‍‌ exchanges.

“Gyaaaaahhh!‍⁠‌ I’m dyingggg!”

Unable‍​ to withstand the‍‍‍ countershock transmitted through‌ the lance, Gismond‍ rolled on the‌‌​ ground, clutching his‍ broken arm.

“What⁠ a fuss. It’s‍⁠‍ just a fracture.”‌

“Exactly.”‌‍

As‌‌‍ if it were‌‍​ the first time‌ a student had​‌ been injured in‍ combat.

‘If⁠‍⁠ he really was⁠⁠‍ corrupted, I wouldn’t​⁠ picture him as⁠‍ someone so pathetic.’‍

Had‌ it really just‍‌⁠ been an overdose⁠​⁠ of elixirs? With​ what money?

“Tch.”‍‍‌

Fernan‌ clicked his tongue.⁠

Either⁠‌ way, Luina had‍‌ won—and that was⁠⁠ what mattered.

‘Though⁠ I think she’s‍‍ even stronger now⁠ than in the‌‌​ prophecy.’

He‍‌‌ had known she⁠ would win, but⁠‍‌ not so overwhelmingly.‍⁠‍ Perhaps this time‍‍‍ she could truly‌ be the champion.​​

Was‌‍ it because of‍​⁠ the mandrake? Whatever‍ the reason, having‌ an even stronger⁠‌ ally against the‍ demons was something⁠⁠ to be grateful‌‍ for.

‘An⁠​ ally, huh… since⁠⁠‌ when did I assume fighting demons​‍⁠ was my business?’‌‌

By​‌ now, he was​‌ certain that the‍ future where he​⁠ turned against Aint​‌ and fell into‍‍ ruin would never‌​ come. Even if‍ he stepped aside,⁠ that fate wouldn’t⁠ happen.

But‍‍ even so, Fernan‌⁠‌ couldn’t let go‍ of the matter⁠‍ of demons.

The‍‌‍ butterfly effect.

With​ all the changes​ he had caused‌​ to survive, the​​‌ future was unpredictable.​​

Like‌ when the Sea​ Serpent that attacked‌ his yacht turned‌‍‌ out to be⁠ not one, but⁠⁠ two. Or when​​ Andromalius appeared suddenly,‌ altering what the‍‌ book had said.⁠‍‍

He⁠‍​ feared that kind‍ of change could‍​‍ end up costing‍ Aint his life.​‌​

And⁠‍ if Aint fell,‌​‌ the entire world‍ would fall with‍⁠⁠ him.

That’s⁠‌ why he couldn’t⁠​‌ let it go.​⁠

‘You’ll​‍ see. I’ll make⁠ all the gold⁠⁠ in the world‌‌ mine.’

If‌‍ he saved the⁠‍‌ world, that would‌⁠ be the rightful‌‍‌ payment.

Fernan​‍ clenched his teeth⁠‌ tightly.

At‍‍​ that moment, someone​⁠ approached Hyde and‌ handed him an‌‌‍ envelope sealed with‌ the golden emblem⁠ of the Pillar.‌

“Sir,​ here is what​ you requested.”

“Give​‌ it to me.”​

“Yes.”‍⁠⁠

Fernan​‌ opened it and​⁠ smiled as he​⁠⁠ read the contents.‌​⁠

“…Well,​‌ well.”

“What‌‍ did you find?”⁠‌‌

“I‍‌‍ found it. It’s‌⁠⁠ called Phaeios Fortress,​ in the territory​​‌ of Phaeios.”

It‍‌ was a fortress‍⁠‍ at the southernmost⁠⁠‌ end of the⁠‌ Kingdom of Frazia.‍‌⁠

‘That​ location is…’

Fernan⁠ recalled another prophecy.⁠‍‌

[–​⁠⁠ This is black‌ obsidian.

“Black​‌ obsidian? The one‍⁠​ resistant to magic?”⁠‌‌

– You’re lucky. It’s⁠ not like mithril,⁠‌⁠ but it’s very​‌‍ useful.]

It​ was very close​ to Phaeios. And‍ it was a good business opportunity.​⁠

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