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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 76

Chapter 76

After⁠‍ the round of‌​‍ sixteen, the quarterfinals⁠‍ also concluded, and‍‍‍ only four remained⁠ standing.

【Jousting‍‍​ Tournament Semifinals】

Valoshi​ Bienderk (1st year,⁠ top of his⁠ class) VS Rob‍ Kaelin (4th year,‍‌ top of his​​ class)

Luina‍​⁠ Bercheff (2nd year,‍ top of her‌ class) VS Kuntz⁠​ Bayer (3rd year,​ 12th place)

People​ were surprised to‌ see that there‌⁠ was one representative​⁠ from each class:​​ first, second, third,​ and fourth.

But‍ the first-year wasn’t⁠‌ Aint.

— That place should‌​ be mine!

— I’m the one‍‍ who should be‌ in the newspapers!‌‌

— I’m the one​‍‍ who defeated a demon! Why?! Why?!‍​​

‘It’s‍ not that big​ of a deal…⁠⁠‍ it was my⁠​ fault, okay? Please,‌​​ stop torturing me!’⁠⁠

Aint​‍⁠ set the newspaper​ aside, and Gardner⁠‌‌ finally fell silent.‍‌‍

— Pathetic. A thousand‌⁠​ years ago, knights​ of your level⁠‌ were as common⁠​⁠ as stones on​‌​ the road.

“…Really?⁠‌⁠ That common?”

— Well, not that​‍ many.

With​​ that small consolation,⁠‍⁠ Aint sighed in​⁠ relief.

— Although I admit‌‍​ I’m surprised. This‍ world is overflowing‌⁠ with the powerful.⁠​ I didn’t think‌ that, after absorbing⁠ the heart of‍‍ the Saintbird and‍ the power of⁠​ Andromalius, you wouldn’t​​ gain more of‍‌⁠ an advantage with‌‍ your aura.

It⁠ was true that⁠​‌ Aint’s aura was‌ above average. But,​ according to Gardner,⁠‍ in this era‍ the average was​‍ absurdly high.

Aura​⁠‍ and mana weren’t‌‍ accumulated just by‌ endlessly training techniques.‍

There⁠⁠‌ were many auxiliary​​‌ means like potions‌ and elixirs. Though,⁠‍​ of course, just⁠ drinking them wasn’t‌​ enough to become‌ strong.

— If it’s not​ that, then Almon⁠‌‌ must have an⁠​ exceptional family.

“The‌ Donertz family isn’t‍⁠⁠ remarkable.”

— Then he must​‍ have a rich​ patron.

“…Fernan?”​

— I don’t think‌ so. I didn’t‍ sense any special‍ fondness from him.⁠‌⁠

After‌⁠⁠ all, the Empire‍‍ had no shortage‍ of magnates. The​‍ Pellenberg family was⁠‌‍ the richest on​ the continent, but​​​ not the only⁠‌ one.

After​ speaking with Gardner,‌ Aint checked the⁠ time, freshened up,⁠⁠ and dressed in‌​‍ formal clothes.

He‍‌ was going to‍⁠​ see the semifinals.‍

Especially‍ Luina Bercheff and​ Rob Kaelin, the⁠​ great favorite.

“Wow,​⁠ if not for‍​ Fernan, I never‌ would’ve gotten tickets.”⁠‌⁠

— That’s why having‌ a rich guy⁠‍ around is so​‍‍ convenient. It’s like‌‍‌ carrying an almighty‍‌ artifact that can​ solve any problem.‍​

Aint​ didn’t quite see‌‍ it that way,​‍ but he admitted​‌‍ it was useful.‍​

He​⁠ sat down and‍ noticed two people‌‍ beside him.

“Aria?‌​‍ Verian?”

“Aint…‌⁠ this was your​⁠ seat?”

“You⁠⁠⁠ also got your​⁠​ ticket from Fernan,​⁠‌ right?”

— Uh-huh. These two​‍⁠ also took advantage‌‌ of the rich⁠‍ guy.

So‍⁠‌ it seemed.

“Aria,​ weren’t you going‍‍‍ to watch the​‌ magic tournament?”

“I‌⁠‍ wanted to, but‍‍ Fernan only gave⁠‌ me a ticket‍‌ for the joust.⁠‌ Why do you⁠‍ think that is?”‍​

Because⁠ Fernan wanted the‍ three of them,⁠​​ future companions against‌‍⁠ demons, to strengthen‍​ their bonds.

Especially​ Aria, who according‌‍ to the book​‌ of prophecies was​‌‌ Aint’s destined ally.‌⁠‌

She,​​​ not knowing it,⁠ felt obligated to​⁠ be there against⁠​⁠ her will.

The‍​⁠ match began.

“Rob⁠ Kaelin!”

The⁠⁠ announcer called out⁠ the fourth-year knight,⁠​‍ who calmly stepped‌‌ onto the stage.‌‌

His‍‌​ bearing was robust,⁠ yet he gave⁠ off a gentle⁠​‍ air, which created​⁠ a peculiar contrast.​

— Behind that gentle​ look hides a finely honed edge.‌ No wonder he‌ was champion last⁠⁠‌ year.

Gardner‍ assessed him as‌‍ a clear candidate⁠‍ for future Royal​ Knight.

“Rob‌ Kaelin!”

“Win‍⁠ again this year!”‍⁠⁠

“I’ve‌‌‌ got all my⁠‌‍ money on you!”‌⁠

“Rob!​ Rob! Rob!”

The‌‍‍ crowd roared.

Most‍​‍ of those voices‍​ were talking about‌‍ bets.

“…Do​‌⁠ people always talk⁠ this much about​‍⁠ betting?”

“Didn’t​​ you know? Fernan​‌ promised rewards for‍⁠‍ those who guess‍⁠‌ the most right.”​⁠⁠

That‍⁠​ had made more‌ people join the‌‌ betting than in⁠ past festivals.

“Turning‌‌ the joust into‌ a casino…”

“Bah,‍​ whatever. The prize​‌ is mine anyway.”​

“Wait​⁠ a second… the‌‌ prize is yours?”‌

Verian‌​‍ frowned.

“Don’t‍‍‍ tell me…”

“What?”​‌‍

“You‌ placed bets?”

“Of‍ course, on every⁠ match.”

Verian​‌⁠ stared at her,‍‍ dumbfounded.

“And‌⁠ aren’t elves supposed‍ to be free​ from greed?”

“That‌​ means I’m not​ obsessed, not that​‌ I reject easy​‌ money.”

And​⁠ he couldn’t argue⁠ with that.

“Valoshi‍‌​ Bienderk!”

The‌‌ first-year representative appeared​ on the other​ side.

Despite​‍​ the crowd’s excitement,⁠⁠ he remained as⁠ calm as always.⁠‍​

“…Valoshi‍ Bienderk.”

“What⁠ do you think⁠ of him?”

“Weren’t⁠​ you close with⁠ him?”

“Not‍⁠ really. I just⁠‌ wanted to be.”‍​

“And‍​ he didn’t reciprocate.​​⁠ Poor thing.”

“Shut⁠​ up, Aria.”

“Well,​‌ I don’t have‌‍⁠ that problem.”

While‌​‌ his friends argued,​⁠ Aint watched Valoshi.‍‍

— Strange fellow. Verian‌‌ isn’t weak—his family,‍​ the Kalburdern, are⁠‍ among the Empire’s⁠‌ most distinguished. And‌ yet Valoshi pushes⁠‌ him aside and⁠​​ instead shows friendliness⁠‍‍ to you, who⁠‌⁠ has nothing.

Aint‍‍ thought the same.​⁠

‘Could⁠ it be that⁠ he only favors⁠‍​ elector families, like⁠​‍ Aria?’

— No. That elf​⁠​ doesn’t only approach‍‌ electors. Otherwise, she‌ wouldn’t have dealt​​ with Verian either.​

True.‌​⁠ That made it⁠⁠‍ even more mysterious.​​ What exactly did‍‍‍ Valoshi want?

“Even​‌‍ you won’t have‌ it easy against‌ him.”

That⁠​ was Verian’s sincere​⁠ opinion.

Though⁠‌ Aint had defeated⁠ a demon, he⁠ couldn’t deny that⁠‌⁠ the peculiarity of⁠​ his light power‌ had been decisive.⁠

‘And‌ like Gardner said,⁠‌ I also had‍​‌ Fernan’s help.’

— That golem of‍‌​ his was an​‌ unmatched weapon. I never thought someone‍​‍ could face a demon with a mechanical giant.

Remembering‌​ that made Aint‌ more curious about⁠ Fernan than about‌ Valoshi.

‘What‍‌ kind of person‌‌‍ is he really?’​​‍

‘Did‌​‍ he know in‍ advance that demons⁠⁠ would be summoned?’​‌

— Impossible. No one‍‌‍ can know the‍⁠⁠ future.

‘Yeah,‌‌​ you’re right…’

Maybe‍‌‍ Fernan was just‍ a prevention maniac,‍ always carrying potions,‌​​ reagents, and artifacts.‌⁠

“Begin!”‌

The‌‌ fight began.

Both‌⁠​ charged without any‌ prior testing.

Clang!⁠⁠‍

Clang!​

Clang!⁠

After‍⁠⁠ three clashes, they‍⁠⁠ dismounted and drew​⁠​ their swords.

Hundreds⁠ of exchanges later,‌‌ everything was decided.‍

“Valoshi‌​‌ lost!”

“Last‌​ year’s champion remains​⁠ undefeated.”

— His swordsmanship is​⁠ almost complete. His‍​ grandfather, the Royal‍​ Knight, trained him​​​ thoroughly.

Gardner‍​ was right. Even⁠ Aint could see⁠​ that Rob had‍ controlled the fight‌ from beginning to​​ end.

— But something doesn’t‍ add up.

‘What​ do you mean?’‍

— He isn’t giving⁠‌‌ off tension.

‘What?’‍

— He’s acting.

Then⁠⁠​ it happened.

“…Huh?”​

Rob‍​ pointed his sword​ at Valoshi’s neck.‌

In​ a fight already​⁠‌ decided, it was‍ strange to continue​ pressing with such‌​​ intensity.

***‌‍

“What‍ are you?”

Rob⁠‍ smiled, but only‌ with his lips.‌‌ His eyes, however,⁠⁠​ were cold as⁠‌⁠ ice as he‌⁠‌ looked at the‌‍ fallen Valoshi.

“What‍ the hell are​‌​ you trying to‌​‌ pull?”

“Hearing​​ that from someone‍ who just beat‍ me… I’m confused,‍‍ senior.”

“Do​ you take me​ for an idiot?⁠ Did you expect​ me to bow‍ my head and‌​⁠ give thanks after‍​‌ losing?”

On‍⁠ the surface, it‌​‌ seemed like a fierce duel, so‌⁠​ much so that‍‌ not even the⁠ duelists themselves could‌ have noticed the‍​ subtlety of what​‌‍ was really happening.‍

“I‍⁠ didn’t expect anything⁠​ in particular, but‍ if you do‌​‌ that, I won’t‌‌ mind. I gave‌ it my all.”‍

“Do‌‌ you intend to‍ keep up this⁠​ farce until the‍‌‌ end?”

Rumble⁠‌‍ rumble rumble—

The⁠​ aura Rob exhaled‌​ made the stadium‍⁠​ tremble.

“You’re​ insufferable. You’ve insulted‍‍​ me, the Academy,‍‌ and more than‌‌​ that, the Empire.”​

“I‌​‍ did my best.‌⁠ I’m simply weaker‌ than you.”

“Still,⁠ until the end…!”‍⁠​

“Enough!”⁠‍

The​​‌ referee stepped in,‌‌ placing himself between‍‍ the two.

“The‌ match is over,‍ Rob Kaelin. What‌‍ is going on‍⁠ here?”

“……”⁠

“I‍​⁠ asked you what’s‍‌ happening.”

Rob‌ fixed his gaze‌ on Valoshi, hesitated‍‍ a moment, and‍​ replied.

“…Nothing.‌ The fight was‌ more intense than‌‍‍ I expected, and‌ I’m still wound‌⁠ up.”

“I’m⁠⁠ surprised. For you​ to say that…⁠ I see, so⁠‌​ it’s Bienderk. Try​ to control yourself.”‍

“Yes.”​⁠

A moment later, the​‌ referee raised Rob’s⁠​ arm.

“The​ winner, Rob Kaelin!”‌

Waaaaaaah!⁠

“…I’m‍‌ sorry, but I don’t have the‌​ hobby of doing‍​‍ pointless things. Straining‌​ myself for something⁠‌‌ whose result is⁠​‍ already decided…”

Valoshi’s‌⁠‍ low murmur was​‌⁠ buried under the‌‌ cheers of the‍⁠‌ crowd.

***​‍⁠

Night,⁠ during the festival.‍

During⁠ the days of⁠ the festival, the⁠‌‌ Academy hosted several​ banquets a day.‌

Sweet⁠ melodies delighted the‍⁠ ears, sculptures and‌ chandeliers pleased the​⁠ eyes, and exquisite⁠⁠‌ wines and delicacies‌‍ made the palate​​‌ dance.

“Hm.”​⁠

Fernan,⁠​ however, stayed apart,‍‌​ champagne glass in​ hand, quietly observing‌​ from a corner.​

“Sir⁠ Fernan, what are​‍⁠ you doing here?”⁠‍⁠

“Young⁠ master Fernan!”

“Fernan,‌ would you grant​‌ me a dance…?”‌

Some‌ recognized him and‍‍ approached, but he​‍ only gave brief⁠​‍ greetings before moving‌‌​ somewhere else.

“Sir,⁠‍ there he is.”‌​

Hyde​⁠‍ pointed to a mature man speaking‍ in the middle‍​ of a group.⁠‌‌

Fernan⁠ approached and greeted⁠⁠​ him.

“It’s‌‍‍ an honor to​‍⁠ meet you, Count‌⁠‌ Lodos. I’m Fernan‌ Pellenberg.”

“Pellenberg…?‌‍ Oh, excuse me.‍ I’m Lodos Franz.”‌‌

“A​‍ pleasure, Count. I’ve‍​ been eager to​⁠‌ meet you.”

“…Me?”‌⁠‍

The​ count blinked, surprised​‌‍ by the sudden​ familiarity.

“Could⁠​ we speak in​ private?”

“What⁠⁠ about?”

“Business…”​⁠

Fernan‌​ discreetly handed him⁠ a paper. The‌​‌ count’s face tightened‍⁠‍ as he read‍ it.

“With⁠‍ me?”

“That’s⁠‌⁠ right.”

“…Indeed,‌ this isn’t something​​ for here.”

The‌⁠​ count looked around.⁠ Several people were⁠ already whispering, keeping​​‍ their distance at⁠ the unexpected scene.⁠

“I‍‍ have a place‌ prepared. Would you​ mind if I guided you there?”‌

“That’s‍​‌ fine.”

Fernan‍‌​ led him to‍ the third floor‌⁠‍ of the hall,​⁠ where he had‌ reserved a private‌‍⁠ room for distinguished‌ guests.

“What‍‌​ tea do you​‌ prefer?”

“Never‌ thought the son​‍‍ of Pellenberg would⁠ serve me tea…​‍ green tea, please.”​​​

Fernan‌ prepared the infusion⁠ himself and offered‌⁠ it.

“Now,‍⁠‍ tell me. What’s‌ this about Golden​⁠‌ Turtle wanting to​ do business with⁠‍ me…? Hm, you‌ brew good tea.”⁠​

“Thank​‌ you for the‍ compliment.”

“But‍‍‍ I must be‌⁠ frank—my territory has​​ nothing special. It’s‌​⁠ poor land.”

Fernan‌‌⁠ already knew that.​​ The County of‌ Franz, like much‍⁠ of Frazia, was⁠‍ arid and hard‍​ to cultivate, plagued‍‌‍ with hills, forests,‍​⁠ and monster dens.‍⁠⁠ With no notable​‍⁠ resources or products,‌⁠​ it was an‍​ impoverished domain.

“That’s‌‍ precisely why Golden​ Turtle has barely⁠​​ opened a branch⁠ there. What business‍‌‌ are you proposing,⁠​‌ then?”

“Nothing​ concrete yet. Just⁠ a plan. We‌​‌ believe there’s a vein in the‌​ County of Franz.”⁠

“A​‍‌ vein?”

The‍⁠‍ count looked at‍ him incredulously.

“Yes.‌ We’ve received information‍⁠ about a black‌ stone deposit.”

“Black‍ stone…? Truly?”

The‍‍ count’s eyes gleamed‍​ with greed. Black‌‌‍ stone wasn’t as​⁠‍ valuable as metals‍‌⁠ like mithril or​ adamantium, but it‌ was still quite‌​ valuable.

“Yes.​⁠‍ Though we don’t‌‌‍ yet know the‌​ quantity, whether it’s‍ profitable, or how‍ many monsters are⁠​‍ nearby. We need​ to study it⁠⁠ more.”

“Where‍ is it?”

“I‍ can’t say without‌‌ a signed contract.”‌

“You‍ expect me to⁠ accept blindly, when‌‌ you haven’t even‍​ discovered anything in⁠​​ my land? To​ sign by force?”⁠

Fernan‍‌ calmly shook his‌ head.

“We‍⁠‌ haven’t explored, we‌ only received a report.”

“And​‍ you expect me‍⁠ to believe it?”​⁠

“Believe‌⁠⁠ it or not,⁠‍‌ the facts remain.‌ It’s a proposal.”‌⁠

He‍ handed over a contract.

The​‍⁠ count opened it⁠‍ warily.

The‌‍ clauses were simple.​​

1.​ If Golden Turtle⁠‍ finds a vein​​ in the county,‌‍ it has the‌⁠ right to exploit⁠​⁠ it.

2.‌​ The count leases‌ it out permanently.‍‍

3.⁠‌​ Golden Turtle gives​ the count 30%⁠ of the profits.‌​⁠

4.‌​‌ All development and‍ defense costs are⁠‌ borne by the‍‍​ company.

5.‍ If no vein⁠ is found within⁠ a year, the‍‍‌ contract is annulled.‍

The‌​⁠ count’s eyes widened.‌⁠‍

“All⁠ costs borne by​‌‍ you, and I receive a clean​‍ 30%? Without contributing​‌‍ anything?”

It​​ was far too‍⁠⁠ favorable.

Even​⁠‌ if no real‍​‌ vein existed, he‌ lost nothing.

“Is‍⁠⁠ this real?”

“Yes.”‍

Fernan​​ nodded.

Normally,⁠ he would never‍⁠⁠ offer something like​‌ this, but now‍​​ he had two⁠ reasons.

The‍ first, that the‍‍⁠ book of prophecies‌​‍ confirmed the existence‌‌‌ of that deposit.‍‌⁠

The‍‍ second, that the⁠‍ 64th demon, Flauros,​ would first appear⁠‌⁠ near the fortress​‍ by the County‍​ of Franz.

Luck⁠⁠‌ was on his​ side—the vein was‍​ right there.

Also,⁠ developing a mine⁠ justified deploying troops​‍ in the area,​⁠ which served as​​ the perfect excuse‍⁠​ to be prepared‍‍​ against the demon.⁠​

“What⁠ do you decide,‌​ Count?”

“…I​‍⁠ have no reason​‍⁠ to refuse.”

“Excellent‌‌⁠ choice.”

The‍​⁠ count signed the‌⁠ contract.

Immediately,‌‍ Fernan drafted a letter.

【Regarding⁠‌‌ mining exploitation matters…⁠‌ from Golden Pillar‌⁠ we report the​‌ discovery of a new deposit.】

“Send‌‍⁠ it to my​⁠ father. Maximum priority.”​

The‍ message departed for⁠ House Pellenberg.

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