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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Time‍ passed quickly.

The⁠‌⁠ semifinals of the‌‍⁠ jousting tournament unfolded​⁠ just as everyone⁠⁠‌ had anticipated.

Luina‍⁠⁠ Bercheff defeated Kuntz‌ Bair, and Rob⁠‌ Kaelin beat Valoshi​ Bienderk.

After‌​ a short day​‌‍ of rest, the​ day of the​‌‍ final arrived, also⁠‌ the last day‍‌‌ of the festival.‍⁠

The‌​⁠ jousting tournament final⁠​ and the magic⁠ tournament final.

The​‌‍ entrance to the‌ stadium where both‍‍ would take place⁠ was packed with‌ people who had‌‌ come to witness‍ the matches.

“Welcome,‍⁠ Lord Fernan. Allow‍​​ me to guide‍‍​ you.”

Without‌ waiting, Fernan went⁠‌ straight into the‍ VVIP seats, but⁠ he stopped when⁠ he saw someone​​ occupying his place.⁠‌

“What‍ are you doing?⁠‍‍ Come and sit.”‌

“That’s‍⁠ my seat.”

“There‍​⁠ are plenty of‌ seats.”

The⁠‍ VVIP seats were‍​ arranged like small⁠ private rooms, separated‌‍ by panels to​‍ maintain privacy.

“When‌‌‌ exactly did you‌ arrive, Father? You’re‍ a busy man.”‌

“No​ matter how busy⁠‍ I am, not‌ so much that⁠⁠​ I can’t come​‍ to see my​ son at least⁠‍ once. Though I didn’t come just‌ for you.”

“So,‍‍‍ as an extra.”⁠​

Someone​ like Duke Pellenberg‍‍ didn’t move lightly.‍⁠

Of​​‌ course, this time‌‌‍ there was a greater matter—the demons—which‍‍⁠ had made him⁠‌ act in person;‍⁠⁠ but it made‍ no sense to‍ handle just one⁠⁠ matter when he⁠⁠‍ could attend to​‍⁠ several.

“Man‌‌‍ is a cunning⁠​ animal. Even if⁠ he receives a fair reward, if⁠​​ he doesn’t hear⁠ a word of​ gratitude, he may‍ end up holding‌​‍ a grudge.”

“Are‌ you talking about‌​‌ the rector?”

“The​ rector is not⁠ that type. But‌‌⁠ simple words of⁠ gratitude, which cost⁠‍⁠ nothing, can sometimes‍‌ be worth more‍‍ than a fortune.”​​‌

“I⁠‌ understand.”

But‌‌‌ Fernan knew that‍⁠​ wasn’t all. He‌ was certain his‌​ father and the‌‌‌ rector had discussed​‌ the demons.

Probably‌⁠​ about the path⁠ forward.

“Did⁠​ the other prince-electors​‌‌ also come?”

“I’m‍​‌ the only one⁠ who moved personally.”​⁠

The‌ title of prince-elector‍​​ wasn’t a light​⁠⁠ one. And since⁠‍ they believed what​‌ had appeared were‌⁠ corrupted ones, not​​ demons, they wouldn’t​‍ move so easily.‌

Even‌‍ so, it meant‍ the emissaries of⁠‌ the prince-electors were‌ scattered across the‌‌ VVIP seats.

“How​⁠⁠ much of it‌‍ is true?”

Though⁠ his father asked‍ the question loosely,‌‍⁠ Fernan understood without⁠ difficulty.

“All‌‌ of it.”

“Then,​ which parts were⁠‍‍ left unrecorded from‌​⁠ the start?”

Just​ as the rector‍‍ had noticed, the​⁠ duke had also‌⁠‌ realized the recording‍‍ was full of‍‍ cuts.

“From‍‍‍ the moment Luina‌​ Bercheff stood before‌ Aint Armian.”

“The‌‍ necklace.”

The⁠​‌ duke’s gaze fell‌‌​ on the necklace‍ Fernan wore around‍ his neck.

“So​‍ you trimmed down‌‍ what you did‍​‍ with my artisans⁠ and facilities, and‍ that’s what you​⁠​ ended up with.”‍​

“Correct.‍⁠‍ It’s a golem.”‍

The‌ small Wooden raised​⁠ its hand. The⁠ duke, knowing it‌⁠ was an ego‍‌ golem, wasn’t surprised.‍‌​

“Seems​⁠ it was quite​ effective against Andromalius.”‌

“I⁠ drove him to​ a state close‌ to death.”

“You‌⁠‌ hid it well.”⁠

An‌‍ ego golem was‌‌⁠ an artifact capable‌​‍ of shaking the⁠ whole continent.

“But⁠ you were careless.”​

He‌‌⁠ hadn’t been. In‌‌ the recording, no​‍ trace of Wooden⁠ remained. What the​‌​ duke pointed out​ wasn’t the golem.⁠⁠‌

“The​​‌ judges who received​‍‍ the rector’s letter⁠ have already begun​ moving.”

“…The​ problem isn’t the⁠ golem, but that‍‍‍ I myself appeared⁠​ in that place.”‌⁠

“Stay‌ quiet. If a rabid dog bites⁠ you, there’s no‍ cure. Above all,‌‍ never say that‍ you knew beforehand‌ that a demon⁠​ was going to⁠‍ be summoned.”

The‌ sudden blow nearly‌​ made him lose​ control of his‌ expression, but Fernan​‍ held back.

“I‌‌ didn’t know.”

“I’ll​‍​ leave it at​​ that.”

“It’s⁠‍ the truth.”

“Curious⁠ that right at‍‌​ that moment, you​‍ were in the⁠‌​ place where the⁠‌ demon appeared.”

“Pure​ coincidence. If I had known, I would’ve avoided it.‍ I’m not stupid​⁠ enough to walk⁠‍ straight into it‌⁠ alone.”

“The​ branch of the⁠‌‍ World Tree.”

“It’s⁠‍​ already repaired.”

“And‌ yet, a demon​‌ emerged.”

He‌ had nothing to‍ say.

“I‌⁠⁠ didn’t know.”

But‍‌​ there was no​ need to insist​ further. The duke⁠ didn’t seem intent⁠‌‌ on pressing on,‌⁠ and looked away.​⁠

“You’re​ right.”

By‌​​ then, the finalists⁠ were already stepping⁠‌ onto the stage.⁠

Upon‌ seeing Luina Bercheff,⁠⁠ the duke’s eyes​‍‌ shone with interest.‌

“At‍‍ that age, with⁠‌ such an achievement…‍ the Bercheff family⁠ is not finished⁠​‍ yet.”

“Did‌ you really think​‌‍ of letting them‌⁠⁠ fall?”

“A⁠⁠‍ family that collapses​​ just because a secret sword art‍‌‌ is taken from​ them doesn’t deserve‍‌ the title of⁠ prince-elector.”

“In‌​‌ any case, right⁠⁠ now they no‍‌‌ longer hold that‌​ title.”

And​‍ it was the‌ duke himself who⁠​ had driven them​​‌ to sell their​​ golden decree, the⁠ symbol of their‌ rank.

“A‍⁠​ secret sword art‌‌⁠ is not the⁠ original, but a copy. And it’s‌​⁠ not as if​⁠ we would have‌​‌ spread it to‍‌‍ the world, so‍ the Bercheff family⁠ wouldn’t have suffered‍ much.”

Still,‍ between the two⁠⁠ options, they chose‍‍⁠ to sell the‌ golden decree instead‍‌⁠ of handing over​ the secret art.‌‌​

“But‌ against us, they‌​⁠ wouldn’t have been⁠​ able to use⁠​ their strength properly.”‍⁠

Possessing​‍ a swordsmanship manual⁠ wasn’t only for⁠‌‍ learning it. Analyzing‍⁠ it thoroughly to⁠​ create a method‌⁠ of countering it‌‍ was its true⁠‌ value.

“Do‌ you already feel‍‌‌ attached to her​‌ because you partnered‌ with her?”

“Luina⁠​​ will become a Royal Knight.”

“And‌​ you intend to​ flatter her from​ now?”

“Words​ of gratitude cost⁠‍ nothing.”

“And‌‍ from someone in‌⁠ position, they’re worth‍‌​ gold.”

The​​ duke took a sip of cold⁠ tea that had‍ already been prepared.⁠

“Begin‌ the match!”

The⁠ final began.

Luina‌​​ Bercheff and Rob​‍ Kaelin. Two knights⁠ mounted on their‌ steeds galloped toward​⁠ each other.

────!⁠

A thunderous crash tore⁠ through the air.‌‍⁠

The⁠ shockwave spread in⁠​‍ all directions, though⁠ it couldn’t pierce⁠‍ the magic barriers‍ protecting the stands.‌​

“Albinos​ Bercheff is already‍‌ a Royal Knight.”​​‌

It⁠‌​ was an unexpected​‌‌ remark.

“I‍⁠‌ know.”

“If‌ Luina Bercheff becomes‍ a Royal Knight,‌‌‌ the Bercheff family‍⁠ will have two.”​​⁠

“Yes.”‌‍

“Not‌ a bad deal.‍‍ Royal Knights can’t⁠ be bought with​ money.”

────!⁠⁠‍

Second⁠⁠ clash. Still no​‍⁠ victor.

Amid‍ the noise, Fernan⁠⁠‌ responded without changing​​​ his expression.

“I’m​‍‍ sorry, but you’re‍ mistaken.”

“Are​‍‌ you saying you​ bake bread to​‌ give it to​⁠⁠ beggars?”

“I‌​ haven’t even baked​​ bread.”

“You​‌ used mandrake as‍ firewood.”

He‌‍⁠ was talking about​ the mandrake root​‍ Fernan had given⁠​​ Luina.

─────!‍

Third‌ clash. Both dismounted‌‍​ and drew their⁠ swords.

“Flour‍⁠‍ isn’t just for​ bread.”

“An⁠​⁠ investment only ends‍ when you sell⁠​⁠ and receive payment.”⁠​

“I‌⁠ will receive it.”⁠‍

And‍ he had already​⁠ recovered the initial‌ capital.

The⁠​ simple fact that‍‌‌ at that moment⁠​ he was speaking⁠‍ with the duke,​‍⁠ without being repudiated,‌ was worth more‍⁠‌ than the capital⁠​‌ invested.

─!‌​⁠

──!‌‍​

Clashing⁠⁠ swords.

Silver‌‌‌ traces and an⁠ energy blue as⁠‍ the sky bit​​‍ into each other.‍

“A​⁠‌ beautiful and rare⁠ sight.”

It‍‍ wasn’t easy to​ witness a duel‌​ between descendants of‌​ Royal Knights.

“Father.”⁠⁠‌

The‍‌‌ duke barely turned⁠​ his head in‌​‌ silence.

“I‌ want to make‍‌ a deal.”

─!⁠‌⁠

“Speak.”⁠

─!⁠

“What​​​ kind of man‍‌ is the Mercenary​​ King?”

“Is‍ that a deal?”​⁠

“It’s​ just a question.”‍‌

“He’s‌​​ a Royal Knight.⁠‍​ A man who,​ without being a knight, received the‍ title of greatest‍⁠‍ knight of all.”​⁠

Anyone​ knew that.

“You‍​ gave him the‌​ obsidian vein, didn’t⁠‌‌ you?”

“I​ never said I would develop it.”​⁠‌

“So⁠ you won’t?”

“I‌‍​ didn’t say that​​ either. It’ll go​ as your report⁠ stated.”

“Nothing​ more?”

“He’s⁠⁠‌ a mercenary to‍⁠ the core.”

─!‍​‍

The​‌​ duel between the⁠​ two knights grew​⁠ fiercer. Fragments of‍‌ shattered aura tore‌‌​ through the surroundings.‌⁠‍

Even‌​​ so, neither Luina⁠⁠ nor Rob gave‌ an inch.

It‍ was like a dance.

A spectacle in itself.​⁠

A duet of man​ and woman tracing‌​​ a sword dance​ that filled the⁠⁠‍ arena entirely.

The⁠‍‍ audience, mesmerized, fell‌‍ silent before the⁠​⁠ grandeur of the‌‌ scene.

Only⁠‌ one, Fernan, paid⁠ more attention to‌⁠ the duke’s voice​ than to the‌​‍ battle.

“He​​‌ completes any assignment⁠​ he accepts. No⁠⁠ matter what, he‌⁠ prioritizes the client’s⁠‍ orders. He’s someone​​⁠ you enjoy hiring‍‍‌ with money.”

Though⁠​ that didn’t mean‌ the client was⁠​‍ the absolute master.​‌‌

“Garrett⁠​ Schreiner has his⁠‌⁠ limits. If you‌‌ cross them, he​‌ pays the penalty⁠⁠ and abandons the‍​ mission immediately.”

“That’s‍‌‍ all?”

“No‌​⁠ matter how strong​⁠​ he is, do⁠ you think he‌​‌ could’ve earned the‌ title of king​ by doing as‍‍ he pleased?”

That⁠ was good intel.⁠‍ Once he accepted⁠​​ a job, he‌ almost always followed⁠⁠ the client’s decisions.⁠‌‌

“Then,⁠⁠ even in an‍ emergency, if the​‌ client orders him‍‌‍ not to act,⁠​‍ would he stay‍‍⁠ put?”

“Do‌ you see Garrett​ as a dog?”‍‍

On⁠ the duke’s usually​⁠‌ impassive face, an‍‌‌ expression appeared—rarely. A dry laugh.

“Never.”⁠‌

“If​‍ it poses no⁠‍ issue for Garrett‍ or his mercenaries,​​​ then yes.”

That⁠ was it. Fernan‌​ discreetly clenched his​‍ fist.

“But⁠ Garrett doesn’t take⁠ just any job.​ If the requester‌​⁠ isn’t up to‍‌ par or he’s‌ not interested, he⁠‍ declines.”

“I‍‌‌ know he only​ accepts one or⁠⁠ two jobs a year at most.”‌‍

But‍​ it didn’t matter.‍​ Fernan had the⁠‍ perfect bait to‍ lure the King‍‍‍ of Mercenaries.

“Thanks.”‍‍

“Forget⁠‍‍ about clumsy approaches.‍​ Garrett isn’t someone‍‍​ easy.”

“How⁠​ could someone who‍⁠‍ is a Royal‌ Knight be easy?”‌

He‌​ wasn’t planning anything⁠‌ special. Mercenary and​⁠‍ client. When they​‍⁠ met, all he’d‌⁠⁠ do was hire‍⁠ him.

‘A‌‌‍ mercenary. His king.’⁠​

To⁠​‌ hire him to‍​‌ fight against the‌⁠ demons. A Royal​​​ Knight. That was⁠⁠​ Fernan’s last resort.⁠‌​

Truthfully,‌⁠ he didn’t know​‍ if it was‌⁠ the right thing,⁠‍⁠ or if it​⁠‍ would only hinder‍ Aint’s growth.

But⁠⁠ it was also‍‍⁠ true that relying⁠⁠⁠ solely on Aint​​‍ felt unsettling.

That’s⁠‌ why he’d considered​​ the King of‌⁠⁠ Mercenaries. A man⁠‌ who put the⁠⁠ client’s will above‌‍‌ all else.

‘Because⁠⁠ he could hold‌ back until he‍‌ decides Aint can’t‍‍ win.’

The‌ simplest thing would⁠⁠‍ be to rely⁠ on the family’s‌‍ strength. But that‌ wasn’t right.

A fight against demons⁠ could bring irreparable​ losses to the​⁠ family, and there‌‍‍ was no way⁠ to justify knowing​‍ in advance they’d​‌ be summoned.

Seeing‍⁠​ the future was⁠​ Fernan’s greatest secret—and​ his greatest weapon.​‌‍ A truth he​ couldn’t share with⁠ anyone.

───!⁠

─!⁠‌

──!‌⁠

While‍ Fernan and the‌⁠​ duke talked, the⁠ duel had reached​⁠ its climax.

The‍​⁠ aura blades forming‌‌‌ on their swords​ were harder and​ sharper than ever.​​ At any moment,⁠⁠⁠ the attacks could⁠ trigger defensive artifacts.​​‌

Despite‌ the hundreds of⁠​ exchanges, their swords⁠ didn’t slow. Nor​​‍ did their faces⁠ change.

Their​⁠​ strikes were as‍‌​ light as they​​⁠ were heavy, and‍ the stadium floor‌⁠‌ had cracked as‌‌ if meteorites had‍‍‌ fallen.

“How⁠ did that golem⁠ perform?”

“……”⁠⁠⁠

“I’ll‍‌⁠ tell you how​​ to hire Garrett.‍⁠ The rest is​ up to you.”⁠‍‍

“It​‍⁠ tore apart and‍​​ killed Andromalius’s serpent.”⁠

“That⁠​​ little snake?”

“It​​⁠ grew over twenty⁠ meters long.”

“A​‌ monster, then. Well,‍‍‍ I guess it‍⁠ was worth the‍ cost. When you​ said you’d waste⁠​ those expensive things‍​‍ on a mere⁠‌‍ golem, I thought‌ you were crazy.”​​‌

If​⁠ it could destroy​ a demonic beast,‌‌ its performance was‍ more than proven.​​

“It’s⁠‍⁠ the perfect companion⁠​ for a merchant.”⁠⁠

Thunk!‍​‍

The⁠ little Wooden hanging‌ from his collar‌⁠​ cheerfully waved. The⁠ duke observed it‌ indifferently.

At‍‍ that moment—

Waaaaah!‌⁠​

A deafening roar shook‌​ the stadium.

“It’s⁠ been decided.”

The​​‌ duke rose from‌‌⁠ his seat after​⁠⁠ checking the battlefield.‍⁠

“Can​‌ you trust the‌⁠‌ ones shown in‍‌ the sphere?”

Luina,⁠​⁠ Aria, Verian, and‍⁠⁠ Aint.

“I⁠ can trust one​​​ completely, negotiate with​‌​ another, and blackmail​‍ a third.”

“And​‌‌ the last?”

“I‌‌ can persuade them.”​‍

“If‍‌ you don’t want‍‍ the judges to‌ discover the truth‌‍ about the demons,‌‍‌ you’ll have to​ seal their mouths‌‍‌ well. If you’ve​‌ already been paid‌ in advance, as‌⁠ a merchant, you‍​‍ must deliver.”

He‍⁠ meant the rector.‌⁠

“I’ll​​‌ keep it in‍⁠ mind.”

As‌‌⁠ the duke departed‌‌⁠ first, Fernan called‍ after him.

“Aren’t‍​​ you going to​‌ watch the Magic‍​ Tournament final?”

“I‍​ just wanted to​⁠‍ see who you‌ can trust.”

Fernan​‍ smiled as he​‌‌ looked at the‍‍ stadium.

From‌​⁠ the start of‌ the festival until‍ now—

He’d⁠ already gathered the⁠‍ funds to hire‍⁠ the King of‍‌⁠ Mercenaries.

And‍ besides—

“Sir,‍‍ the first report‍‌ on Gismond Ert‍ has arrived.”

He’d‍⁠ also received information‌‌​ about that strange‌​ man.

***‍⁠

Strong.⁠

Luina‍‍ knew it from​ the first clash‍ of lances.

No,​ in truth, she​‍⁠ knew it even‌‍ before crossing weapons.​⁠

Her​⁠ opponent was Rob‌ Kaelin.

Grandson⁠‍⁠ and disciple of⁠ a Royal Knight.⁠​⁠

Last‍ year’s jousting tournament‍ winner.

He’d​⁠ lived two more​‍‍ years than her.⁠​‍ For some, two‌⁠​ years meant little,‌​ but for a prodigy, two years⁠‍‍ were an insurmountable‍‌‌ wall.

Even​‌ so, Luina felt‌‌ no fear. In‍​ the midst of⁠ that cold hostility‍⁠​ and surge of⁠⁠ sinister aura, she‍‌ stepped forward and‌​‌ swung her sword.‍

If​‍⁠ he was a Royal Knight’s grandson,‍‍ she was a Royal Knight’s daughter.​​ A knightess who‍‍ had fought a demon and emerged‌‍‍ victorious.

Rob‍‌⁠ Kaelin was, without​ doubt, formidable. He​ was strong.

But⁠⁠‌ he wasn’t as‌‌ terrifying as a demon. Not as‍‌ strong as one.‌‌​

That’s‌⁠‍ why she knew‍‍ she wouldn’t lose.⁠‍

‘I‌‌ said I would⁠​‍ win.’

For⁠‍‍ a knight, a promise was as‌‍⁠ valuable as life​⁠‌ itself.

That’s‍ why she had‌​ to win.

No—even‍‍ if not for​ that, she wanted‍ to win.

Not​‍‍ all jousting champions⁠ became Royal Knights.‌

But⁠​ except for two‍ who never entered‍‌⁠ the academy, all⁠‌ the others had‍‍ won the tournament.‌‌

That’s‍⁠​ why Luina had⁠⁠‍ to win.

The‌ swords clashed. Rob⁠​ Kaelin was stronger‍​​ than any student⁠ she had ever‌‍ faced in the‌​ academy.

Each‍ clash of blades⁠ made her teeth‌‍ grind.

But⁠‌ she could endure​ it.

Compared‌‌ to the battle​ with Andromalius, where​⁠‌ every blow tore⁠‌​ her muscles and‍‌⁠ burst her veins,‍ this was nothing.​‌

Not⁠ the pressure, nor⁠‌‍ the destructive force,​‌‍ nor the speed.‍‌‍

Nothing​⁠‌ told her she‍ couldn’t win.

And⁠ that conviction became​‍ reality.

─!​

After​ hundreds of clashes,⁠ their swords met‍⁠ once more.

Clang,​ screech—

The‍ blades slid against​ each other.

Luina‍⁠‌ dropped low and‍ raised her arm.‌ Her opponent’s torso​​ was exposed.

She⁠‌‌ lifted her knee,​‍ but the hard‌ aura shielded his​⁠ armor. Using the​‌⁠ momentum, she shoved​​ him, and both⁠​ crashed down in⁠​⁠ a tangle like‌⁠ colliding carriages.

Crash!⁠⁠⁠

Both‌ rose, panting.

Staggering,⁠​‍ they lifted their⁠ swords. As if‍​ by silent agreement,​ they unleashed the‌‌​ last of their‍‍⁠ aura.

Both​‍‍ Luina and Rob⁠ knew—this would be‍​‌ the final clash.‌⁠ They had barely‌ any strength or‍⁠‌ aura left.

‘Sharper.‍ Even sharper.’

Like‌ when she gave⁠⁠ everything, desperately, to⁠ pierce the demon’s​ heart.

Their‌ swords, deadlier than‌ ever, collided.

A flash of mixed⁠‍ aura engulfed the​ stadium.

And​ when the light⁠⁠⁠ faded—

“Huff,‌ huff…!”

The⁠ one still standing‍⁠ on both feet​‍ was Luina.

On​‍ the ground, Rob​ stared at the‍ sky while the‍ bracelet on his⁠‍‌ wrist glowed faintly.‍‍

…Did‌ she win?

“…Ha,‍‌​ I didn’t think‍​ I’d lose.”

Yes,‍⁠‍ she had won.⁠

Luina‌ instinctively looked up‌ toward the box​‍⁠ where the high‌⁠ nobles sat, where⁠ she assumed Fernan‌ was.

She⁠⁠ didn’t know why‍​ she looked there⁠‌​ first.

She‍​​ simply wanted to.​‍‍

Because​‍ without Fernan—

That‍‌‍ victory wouldn’t have​‌ been possible.

She‌​⁠ wouldn’t have been‌ top of her‍ class, or even‌ there at all.‍

Luina​‍ raised her sword​​‌ high.

“Luina‌ Bercheff is the⁠‌‍ victor!”

The⁠⁠ judge proclaimed the​‍ tournament champion.

Luina‌ didn’t know, but‌‍ at that moment,​⁠⁠ golden drops like‌​ tears of gold⁠‌ fell from Fernan’s⁠ eyes.

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