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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Early​‍ in the morning,⁠ Fernan savored his​‍‍ coffee while reading​ the newspaper.

【Academy​‌⁠ Daily 10/6】

【Surprise‍⁠⁠ in the magic‌ tournament. The first-year‌⁠ vice leader defeats​‌ the second-year vice‍​‍ leader! Carlo Deneb’s‍‌ lightning eclipsed by​⁠ Aria Fridian’s gale.】‌⁠

【Gismond​‍ Ert, the surprise‍ of the jousting​ tournament, falls in⁠ the round of‌⁠ 32 against Luina⁠​ Bercheff.】

【Another⁠⁠ surprise: Aint Armian⁠⁠ secures his place‌‌ in the round⁠ of 16.】

【Jousting‌‍‌ tournament and magic‌​ tournament reach the⁠ round of 16.‌ Who will be‌‍ the final 32?】‌

The‌⁠‍ rest were articles‌‍ about results, other‍​ qualifiers, and festival​ events.

“…What‌ is this?”

None‍‍‌ of it was⁠‍ really important.

Who‌‍ won, who fell.‌⁠⁠

He​ had already assumed‌‌​ that the future‍ would keep twisting‌⁠​ because of a single variable.

Although‌ the book of‍⁠ prophecies wasn’t exact,​ Fernan still made​⁠‍ plenty of money‌ because he knew‌ the Academy’s talents‍⁠‌ well.

The‍ problem was something‍ else.

“Aria‌ beat Carlo?”

According​‌​ to the prophecy,‍​⁠ those two did‌⁠ face each other.⁠‌ And Carlo defeated‍​⁠ Aria.

It⁠​⁠ made sense.

In‍ the original story,‍‌ Carlo was still​ the strongest of⁠ second year.

Not⁠ by luck or‌⁠ tricks, but by‍​ pure skill. No⁠ matter how talented​ Aria was, she‍⁠‍ shouldn’t have been⁠‌​ able to catch​ up so suddenly.⁠

Even‍ now, Carlo hadn’t​​⁠ lost his strength.⁠ Even though Fernan⁠⁠​ had pushed him‌ into the vice‍‍ leader’s position, his‌​ level hadn’t changed.‌⁠⁠

“Then⁠​ why… did the​‌​ result change?”

Fernan​ was stunned.

All⁠‍⁠ the money he‍ had bet on​ Carlo, even using‍‍⁠ his employees and​ contacts, had gone⁠ up in smoke.⁠

***‍⁠‌

Meanwhile,‌‍ the jousting tournament​ had already reached​ the round of‌ 16.

Fernan‌ checked the bracket.​​

【Round‌⁠ of 16 – Jousting Tournament】
• Valoshi Bienderk⁠ (1st-year leader) vs.​ Bella Hoenne (2nd-year,‌‌⁠ ranked 19)
• Verian Kalburdern‍‍ (1st-year, ranked 3)​ vs. Barog Hernim‌‍ (3rd-year leader)
• Alcan Domirn‌ (3rd-year vice leader)​‌ vs. Rob Kaelin‍‍ (4th-year leader)
• Gillet Piens‌‍ (3rd-year, ranked 5)​ vs. Luina Bercheff‌⁠ (2nd-year vice leader)⁠
• Aint Armian‍​‍ (1st-year vice leader)‍‍‍ vs. Almon Donertz⁠‌‌ (2nd-year vice leader)…⁠⁠⁠

Because‍​⁠ of the wildcard​⁠‌ named Gismond Ert,​‌‍ the bracket was‌‍‍ completely twisted.

“A‍⁠ disaster.”

The​‌ magic tournament, aside⁠​ from Aria’s surprise,⁠ was progressing fine.‍‌‌

But‍‌⁠ the joust was​‍‍ chaos.

Bella⁠‍ Hoenne, who should‌‌ have fallen in⁠‌ the round of‌‌ 32, had reached‍ the round of⁠ 16 purely through‍‍​ lucky matchups. And‍​‌ worse—Aint and Luina​ would now face‌ each other in‌ the quarterfinals instead⁠​‍ of the semifinals.‍

“…The‍‌​ rest I more⁠ or less have​ figured out.”

With‍‌‌ Aint and Luina,‍ he couldn’t be‍ sure.

But⁠⁠​ he didn’t dwell‍‍ too much. That⁠‍ duel would be‌⁠ tomorrow. Today it⁠​ was time to‌‌​ bet on the​‌​ round of 16.‌‌

“Hyde.”⁠​

“Are‌‌ you going to​ bet again, sir?”⁠

“What‍‍‍ kind of question⁠ is that?”

Fernan⁠⁠ handed him his‌ betting sheet.

“Do‌‍‌ you know how‌‌ much money I’ve‌‍⁠ lost with Gismond‌‍ and Aria? I need to get​‌ it back. More‍‌‌ than that, I need to win​‍ it multiplied.”

“…Understood.”‍‌

And‌ so, Fernan’s employees​ and even his​⁠‍ contacts placed their‍ bets the same⁠‍‍ as he did.‍‍⁠

Within​⁠‍ an hour, the​​ tournament would begin.​

***⁠⁠‌

In‍ the waiting room,‌ Bella Hoenne trembled,‌⁠ pale.

“…He’s⁠⁠‌ just a first-year​​​ rookie. Even if‌⁠ he’s the leader,​​ he’s still first​​⁠ year. I should‍‌⁠ still have a chance, right? Yes,‍ Bienderk or not⁠ Bienderk, he’s still​​ first year…”

“Bella.”​

Luina‍ placed a hand⁠ on her shoulder.‍ The trembling stopped.‌‌‌

“Just⁠ do your best.‌‌ With no regrets.​​ That’s enough.”

“…That⁠⁠ sounds like you’re‌ saying I don’t⁠‌​ stand a chance.”‌

“I​‍​ didn’t say that.”‌​‍

“So​ I can win?”‍⁠‌

“…Do⁠‌ your best, Bella.”⁠‍‍

“Some‌⁠ friend you are…”‌

Luina⁠ averted her gaze.​ Bella sighed. But‍‍ thanks to those‌‍ words, her tension‍​ eased.

In‌‍​ fact, reaching the‍⁠⁠ round of 16‍‌⁠ was already a miracle. And though‍‌​ luck played a role, it wasn’t⁠ the only reason.​‌‌

Fighting‍ against the Sea‍​ Serpents and training​‌‍ with Luina had⁠‍ raised her level⁠‌‍ considerably.

“I’m​ the senior. I’ll​ show my pride⁠⁠ as a veteran.”⁠‍‌

“Bella​ Hoenne!”

“Here⁠ I go!”

With​‍‍ her mind steady‍ after an hour​​‍ of self-encouragement, she‌⁠‌ stepped onto the‌​⁠ field.

Twenty⁠​ minutes later…

“What​⁠ humiliation! That monster’s⁠​​ not normal! How‍‍ can he be⁠​‌ first year?”

Bella⁠ returned crushed, her‍‌ armor dented everywhere.‍‌

She‌ had managed to⁠ endure three lance‌‍ clashes, but in‍⁠ swordsmanship, she was​​ overwhelmed. The only⁠‌​ thing she gained​ was a bit‌‌⁠ more resistance thanks‌‌ to her training⁠ with Luina.

“Good​‌⁠ job.”

“Good‍ job? I barely‍‌​ held out. The​ difference was absurd…”​‌​

She‍ collapsed in a corner, depressed.

Fifteen​‍​ minutes later, another‍ defeated student entered​⁠ in the same⁠‌ condition.

“…The⁠‌⁠ wall of third-year⁠‍ seniors is too‍‌‍ high.”

It​​ was Verian Kalburdern,‍‌⁠ who had just​‍‍ lost to third-year‍‌ leader Barog Hernim.​‍

Though⁠​‍ he held out⁠ in the joust,‍‍‍ he was annihilated‌​ in swordplay.

“How⁠‍⁠ was it?”

“Don’t⁠ ask me, it​‌​ just hurts more.”‌‍

“I’ll‍ handle the rematch.”​

“If​ you win, it’ll​​⁠ hurt me even⁠‌‌ more.”

Verian‍‌ ground his teeth‌ at Aint’s innocence.⁠‌

In​ any other case,​ he would have‌ protested. But since‌‌ it was Aint,​⁠ maybe he could.⁠‍ After all, he​ was the one⁠​ who had fought⁠ against a demon⁠⁠‌ and defeated it.‍​⁠

‘The⁠⁠ gap between us​⁠​ just keeps growing.‍‌‌ Damn it…’

What​⁠ kind of monstrous‍​⁠ talent did that⁠ boy have? Was‍⁠‌ this what all⁠ the Armian were‍‍ like?

‘…Is​‍ there no way?’‌

He​ didn’t want to⁠⁠‍ be left behind.⁠ He wanted, at​‌ least, to be​⁠‍ one step behind‍‌ him.

‘If‌⁠‍ anyone has the‍‌⁠ answer, it’s Fernan.’‌

That⁠⁠ man always found‌​‌ a way.

“I’m​‍ in second year​ and yet I’m‌ nervous.”

“Shut​ your mouth.”

Between‌ conversations, the tournament‍ went on.

Second-year⁠‍‌ Gert Grots pulled​‍⁠ off an upset⁠‍ against third-year senior​​​ Yuria Sandra.

Then‍⁠ came the duel‍​ between third-year vice⁠‌ leader Alcan Domirn​‍‍ and fourth-year leader‌‍ Rob Kaelin.

Experience⁠ prevailed: Rob, last⁠‍⁠ year’s champion, showed‌‍ his strength.

“Gillet​⁠⁠ Piens! Luina Bercheff!”⁠

Luina‍ stood.

‘She’ll​​ win, right?’

— The third-years’ level‌‌ is quite high.⁠

— The fourth-years seem‍ weaker, but the‍⁠‍ 1st, 2nd, and‌​ 3rd years are⁠‍ solid.

— On average, third⁠‌ year is the‌‌⁠ best.

— But I don’t‌ think Luina will⁠ lose.

— True. It’s been​‍ a long time⁠‍‍ since I’ve seen⁠ someone face a demon head-on like‌‍​ her.

— In willpower, she‌ surpasses anyone here.‌‍

“Senior,​‌ I wish you⁠‍ luck. Please, win.”‍

Luina‌ paused for a moment and nodded‍⁠ at Aint’s whisper.⁠

— Do you realize‌‌ that if she​‍​ wins, you’ll have⁠‍ to face her?​

‘Uh…‍‌ well…’

— Are you sure​​‌ you can?

‘I’ll‍​ manage somehow.’

— How optimistic. You⁠⁠‍ said you had⁠​‌ to win the​‌ tournament.

‘To‍​⁠ be champion, I’ll​⁠‍ have to face‌​ her sooner or​⁠ later.’

— Do you think‍ Luina Bercheff will‍⁠​ make it to‌‌ the final?

‘Of‍ course. If not⁠⁠⁠ her, then who​​⁠ else?’

— I don’t know​ whether to say​ you have good‍ eyes… or that‍‍‌ you’re blinded by‌ her.

Gardner‌⁠ sighed. Though he‌‍ couldn’t truly sigh,⁠‌ his voice carried​ it.

— Focus on your‍ opponent first. If​​​ you fall earlier,⁠‍‌ you’ll just make⁠ a fool of‌⁠ yourself.

‘Yes.’⁠⁠

Luina​​ returned victorious.

“Impressive.‌‍ She was already‌​ good last year,‍‌ but now she’s⁠ even stronger.”

“As​ expected, she’s a Bercheff.”

“Her‍ sword style is​‍‍ beautiful. Her opponent‍‌​ wasn’t weak, yet⁠​ he didn’t stand‌‍‌ a chance.”

The⁠ roar of the⁠‌​ crowd confirmed it.⁠​

Now⁠‌⁠ it was Aint’s​ turn.

“I’ll‍‌ win too, senior.”​⁠

“…Alright.”‌

Luina​⁠ nodded while wiping​ sweat, though with‍‌​ a strange expression.‍ Aint didn’t understand‍⁠ why… until he‍⁠​ faced Almon Donertz.​‍

— That guy is⁠‍ very strong!

The⁠ protective artifact activated​‌ when he failed⁠ to block a slash to the⁠ chest. The confidence​‌ he had built‍ after defeating Andromalius‍​‍ collapsed.

“The​⁠ winner, Almon Donertz!”​

“…Impossible.”​‍

Aint‍ remained on the‍ ground, stunned.

But‌‍ in the stands,​‍‍ someone was even​​‌ more shocked.

“…Ah.”‌⁠

Fernan’s‌‍⁠ mouth fell open.​

“Right,⁠​ I’d forgotten about⁠‌‌ him!”

He⁠‌​ had been so​ focused on the⁠‌ duel between Aint⁠​‌ and Luina that‍ he overlooked it.⁠‌‌ But Almon wasn’t‍​⁠ just anyone.

He‍ was the wall⁠ that had blocked‌‌‌ Luina for an​‍ entire year. A future royal knight,‍⁠ recognized by Gardner.‍​​

His⁠⁠ strength was no‌‍ less than Luina​ Bercheff’s.

‘What‌​ a stupid mistake!’‌‌

He⁠‌‍ had been blinded‍ by the prophecy.⁠‌⁠

He‍‌​ had let himself​‍⁠ be carried away⁠​⁠ by the fact⁠‍ that Aint had‌‌‌ defeated a demon,​​ elevating him too‌ quickly to the⁠‌​ status of hero.‍‌

But⁠‌​ he wasn’t one‍​ yet.

Fernan‌‌ admitted it—he had⁠​​ been naïve.

“…My⁠‌⁠ money.”

And‍ the price of‍‌⁠ that mistake was​ painful.

He​ had lost again.​​‌

Once⁠ more.

***‍‌‍

The‌⁠ battle was fierce.‌

Three⁠‌ lance clashes weren’t‌⁠​ enough to decide‍ the winner.

The⁠ swordplay that followed‌‌ stretched past three‍​‍ hundred exchanges.

Their‍ auras devoured one​ another, and the‌‌‍ crowd shouted their‌​ names with fervor.⁠

“As‍​ expected of an‍‌ Armian! He’s only‍​ first year and⁠ already incredible!”

“Aint‍​ Armian, Aint Armian!”⁠

“Come‍⁠ on, Almon Donertz!‍‍‌ Defend second-year pride!”‍

“Almon,⁠ this year you‌ have to win!”⁠⁠​

The‌ difference was minimal.‌⁠‍

Experience​‌​ and endurance.

Aint’s​ aura, reinforced by⁠⁠‌ the heart of⁠​ the Saintbird, was⁠ superior to Almon’s.‌

But‍ the gap wasn’t⁠‌⁠ that large, and‍‌ Almon compensated with⁠⁠ skill. On top‌​ of that, his‌‍‌ body, trained for‍‌ years, allowed him‌⁠ to endure longer‌​ before fatigue set‌‍ in.

And​ that was decisive.⁠

Claang—!‌‍

Aint’s‍⁠​ sword flew out⁠‍ of his hand.‍ Almon’s blade was‍‌‍ at his neck.​⁠

“The‍⁠ winner, Almon Donertz!”‌​

The‌​ referee declared it​‌‍ officially.

“He​ lost, but what​⁠‌ an incredible fight!”​

“Maybe‌​ next year he’ll⁠ be champion.”

“So‌‍‌ this is an‍ Armian… impressive.”

“Aint‌ Armian!”

“Almon‍⁠ Donertz!”

The⁠ crowd cheered both‍ for the magnificent‌‌ battle.

“This‌ won’t please Schwaben.”⁠‍

“Almon⁠ Donertz? From the‌⁠ viscount Donertz family?”‌‍

“I’d‌​ love to have​ him as a knight.”

Some​⁠ were already showing‍⁠‌ interest in recruiting‍‍ him.

Meanwhile,‍​‌ Aint fell to⁠‍​ his knees, unable​⁠ to accept the⁠ defeat.

“How…⁠‍‍ how could I lose…?”

Since​ defeating Andromalius, he⁠⁠ had believed he⁠ wouldn’t lose to‌‍ anyone except Luina‍‌ or Fernan.

Then‌ why?

— Were you really‍‌ thinking something so​​​ stupid?

— Be thankful you‌ lost now.

‘How⁠ can you say​ that?! Whose side‌ are you on,​​ Gardner?!’

Aint‍‍⁠ rebelled at his​​​ sword’s harsh words.⁠​

— The world is⁠​ vast and full‌‍ of strong people.⁠​ And you’re just​ a first-year student.⁠⁠⁠

— Yes, you’re powerful‌ for your age,⁠ but that’s all.‌​

‘But​​​ I defeated a demon!’

— The Armian light​ is the natural‍ enemy of demons.‌​‌ Against humans, it’s‍‌ just a great​​⁠ sword and superior​ technique.

— Even so, that​ style has incalculable‌‍ value. But you‌​​ must understand the⁠‌ difference: fighting demons⁠‌ isn’t the same​ as fighting people.​‌

— Besides, Andromalius didn’t‌​ descend with his‍ full power. If⁠‌⁠ he had been‍​ as he was​‌‍ a thousand years‌‌​ ago, he would​‌ have killed you​​ in one strike.⁠‍

— And if it​‌ weren’t for Fernan⁠‍ and his golem,​ you never would‍ have defeated him.‍‍‍

— The true credit​ goes to that‍‌ rich man, not‌ to you.

‘…No‌​ way…’

Aint​ lowered his head‌ before Gardner’s bluntness.⁠‌

Almon,‍‍ meanwhile, didn’t approach‌ to console him.​‌

‘A⁠ monster…’

He​​‌ remembered that in‍ the entrance exam,⁠ Aint had ranked⁠⁠‍ 38th. And in‌‌‌ less than a year he had‍‍ come this far?‌⁠‍

‘Is​ it because he’s​​ an Armian?’

Was​ that the difference​‍ in talent? The⁠ world was unfair,⁠ Almon thought, the‌⁠‍ same way many‍‍ thought of him.‍

He​‌ sheathed his sword‍ and returned to⁠‌ the waiting room.⁠‍​ There was Luina,‍ resting.

“Luina.”‌

“Almon.”⁠‌

“You‍ know who my‍ next opponent is,⁠⁠​ right?”

“Yes,‌‌‌ it’s me.”

Because⁠ of Gismond, the‌ two would face‌ off in the⁠ quarterfinals, when originally⁠⁠ they wouldn’t have.‌

“I’ve⁠⁠‌ been waiting for‍⁠ this moment for‌ a long time.”‍​

“Can​ I ask why?”⁠

“Because‌ you became vice​​​ leader.”

“That​‍ sounds like you⁠‍ don’t accept it.”⁠‍

“Exactly.‌ We’ve never had‍​‌ a fair duel,⁠⁠ you and I.‍ It was always‌‍‌ because of Fernan’s‌​‍ schemes.”

“Fernan’s⁠ credit is mine‍​‌ as well.”

“I‌⁠ don’t deny that.”​

It‍⁠​ was Academy rules.⁠ Luina had won⁠ fairly.

And​​ while Fernan had‌‍⁠ shone, Almon’s partner,​‌ Ludger, was no‍‍ inferior.

Even​​⁠ so, Almon couldn’t⁠⁠ accept it. Since‍ second year, they​‍⁠ hadn’t truly crossed‍‌ swords.

“A​​​ knight must speak‍‌‌ with his sword.​ Don’t you think?”​‌​

Luina⁠⁠ looked at him​ silently.

Then‌‍​ she nodded.

“That’s​⁠ true. I regret‍ it as well.​‌⁠ Becoming vice leader‌ like that leaves​‍ a bad taste.”⁠​​

“Tomorrow​ we’ll settle everything.”​​⁠

“Yes.”​‍

Almon‌ smiled fiercely.

“But‌ remember, you’ve never‍‌​ beaten me.”

“I’m‍ the vice leader.”​​⁠

“A‌ vice leader with‌ doubts.”

“Tomorrow‌ we’ll see.”

“Perfect.”⁠‍

And⁠‌ he left the‍ room.

But​‌ that long-awaited duel​‍‍ never came.

“…What⁠⁠​ irony. I waited‍ so long, and⁠‌‌ now I’m exhausted‌‌‌ because of him…”‌

“It’s‌ a pity, but⁠​‍ I won’t hold⁠⁠​ back.”

After‌‌‌ giving it his‍​ all against Aint,⁠​⁠ Almon had no⁠‌ strength left.

“The‌‌‌ winner, Luina Bercheff!”⁠

The‍‌ victory was clear.‍

Luina‍ advanced to the⁠‌ semifinals.

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