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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Aint‌‍​ played the recording‍ orb he had⁠‍‌ received from Fernan.‌‍

A roar of cheers​⁠ filled the stadium,‌‍⁠ shouted by thousands⁠ of voices.

— His Majesty the​ Emperor!

All​‍ that ovation was⁠ directed at the​ sovereign of that⁠ nation.

“…That‍​ man.”

— That is the⁠ current Emperor.

The‌​ Emperor had blonde​‍⁠ hair as bright⁠ as Aint’s and‌ piercing gray eyes.⁠‍​

His‍​​ robust build resembled⁠​ that of a warrior.

Even‌‍ through the recording,⁠‌‌ the aura of‌​ power and dignity‌⁠‌ surrounding him matched⁠‍ the word “Emperor”​ perfectly.

“……”​

If‍​‍ just seeing him​ through a recording​‍ conveyed so much,​⁠​ what must it‌ have been like‌ to witness him‍ in person?

Aint‌ swallowed hard.

The⁠​​ Emperor slowly raised‌ his hand to​​⁠ his subjects and‌‍ began to speak.⁠​‍ Each word he⁠‌‌ uttered dripped with‍ such majesty that‍ it inspired loyalty‍ even in those​⁠ who had none.‌

— Judging by presence⁠ alone, I can‍‌ almost understand why⁠ the Armians lost‌ the throne.

— After all, nine​ hundred years in‍‌ power was too‌⁠​ much. Sooner or‌​ later, someone capable​‍ was bound to⁠ rise and take​‌​ it.

“Eh?”‍

Aint⁠​ tilted his head,⁠ confused. Those words⁠‍‍ clashed with everything‍ Gardner had said⁠⁠ until now.

— What surprises you?⁠​

— Objectively speaking, the‌ Schwaben took the‍​​ throne because they⁠ did a better⁠​⁠ job. Of course,‍​ you could also‌‌​ say the Armians‌ failed.

But‌‌‌ deep down, that‌ wasn’t the point.‍

— Not even the‍‌ First Emperor expected‍‌​ the Armians to​​‌ keep the throne⁠‍‍ forever.

— At most, three‌⁠‌ hundred years. The‍‌​ fact that they​‌⁠ held it for​⁠‌ nine hundred far​⁠ exceeded any expectations.⁠‌‌

The​‌ structure of the​‌⁠ Empire explained it.‌

— To defeat the​​‌ demons, the divided‍⁠‍ kingdoms had to⁠‌ be united. But‍ who would agree‌ to become a vassal in exchange‍‍ for vague promises?⁠

For‌‌ an independent kingdom‍ to join the⁠ Empire, it had‌ to receive something‌​‌ equal to or‌‍‍ greater in value⁠⁠ than its own‍ crown.

Not⁠‌‍ illusions—but tangible rewards.‍

“And​‌ that was the​‍ throne?”

— Exactly.

A system where one‍‌ could be a vassal, but with‍​ the hope that‌‌⁠ their descendants might‍⁠‍ someday ascend the‌​ imperial throne.

Thus,⁠ the current Empire​‍ was born.

— Some opposed it,‍ of course. But‌‌⁠ at that time,‍​ humanity’s survival was⁠‍ more urgent than‌​ preserving the Armian⁠ crown.

Even‍ so, the fact‌‌‌ that the Armians‌ held on for⁠​⁠ nine hundred years​​‌ was almost miraculous.‌⁠‌

— It was a testament to the‌‌⁠ greatness of the​ First Emperor. And‍‌ also proof that​​‌ his descendants weren’t‍‌ as incompetent as‍‌ some might believe.‌‌‌

At​ the very least,‍⁠‍ none had shamefully⁠‌‍ tarnished his name.‍​​ Gardner murmured softly.​

“…Then‍‌⁠ why did you​‌ tell me the​‌⁠ Schwaben were usurpers?”‍⁠

— Because I’m not​ a servant of‍‍ the Empire. I serve the Armians.‌

And​‍‌ that made all‍ the difference.

— Even if the‍ throne can belong​ to anyone, I wanted—and still want—it‌‌‌ to remain with⁠​⁠ the Armians.

That⁠⁠⁠ was why Gardner⁠‍⁠ became the ego⁠‍‌ of a sword.‍ To stop the⁠ return of the‌ demons and save​‌⁠ humanity.

— If we don’t⁠ stop them, all‍​ the First Emperor’s‌ sacrifice will be​​‌ for nothing.

And‌ if the Armians⁠​ had already lost‌‍ the throne, then⁠‍⁠ he would return‍⁠ it to them.⁠‌

— That’s why I will make you‍‍‌ Emperor.

It‍‍‍ was his last‍⁠‌ form of loyalty.‍​‌

Faced⁠‌ with that weight,‍‍ Aint said nothing.​

“…Why⁠ do so much⁠ for me?”

— Because the First​‌​ Emperor saved my⁠ life when I was sick and⁠⁠ starving.

— What’s wrong? Feeling​‌​ uncomfortable now? Planning⁠​⁠ to reject me?‍

“It‌ is uncomfortable. But‍ I won’t reject‌⁠​ you.”

Aint‍ couldn’t fully grasp‍⁠ the depth of⁠​‌ a loyalty that‍ had lasted a thousand years.

Was⁠‍⁠ it devotion—or obsession?‍ Perhaps both.

But‌ as an Armian⁠​ heir, he couldn’t⁠ deny it felt‍‍​ like an honor.​

“In​‍‌ the end, we‍‌⁠ want the same‍‌⁠ thing.”

And‌⁠‍ since Gardner’s will‌‍‌ aligned with his‌ own, he had⁠⁠ no reason to‍‍ push him away.⁠

— I thought you​​‍ were still a child, but clearly⁠​⁠ not. You are⁠ worthy of your‌ Armian bloodline.

“That‍‌‍ throne should be‍​ mine.”

Aint‌⁠​ fixed his gaze⁠​⁠ on the image‍ of the Emperor‍⁠ within the orb.⁠⁠​

“And​ I can’t stay‍ a child if‌‍​ I want to‍​‍ claim it.”

Even⁠⁠ if the First‍‍​ Emperor had foreseen‍​ this.

Even​‌​ if losing the⁠‍‍ throne was inevitable.‌

Aint⁠ didn’t care.

He‌ had grown up⁠​​ hearing that the‌⁠ crown rightfully belonged‍​⁠ to the Armians.​‍​

The‌‍‌ orb continued to‍​ play the scene.​​⁠ Soon, the rector⁠‌⁠ and Professor Rosalia‍ appeared on the​‍ stage.

“This‍‍‍ is it.”

By‌ then, Aint, Fernan,⁠ and Aria were‍​‍ already seated in​⁠‌ the stands. That​​ was when the‌ news of the⁠‍​ massive monster attack‌​ broke.

The‍‌ rector canceled the⁠‍ announcement about the‌⁠ corrupted.

If⁠ students heard that‌‌​ corrupted had infiltrated‍‌​ the Academy just‍​​ as a monster‌‍ army was devastating‌‍‍ the borders, panic‌‌‍ would be inevitable.​​

— There’s nothing you‌ can do now.​⁠ As that merchant‌​ said, the best​​​ thing is to⁠⁠⁠ wait.

“I‍ know.”

He​​ had already decided⁠‍‍ that himself.

Even‌⁠⁠ if the Academy​ was filled with‌‍ tension, the students‌​⁠ wouldn’t be mobilized.​‍ The Empire wasn’t‍​ so weak that⁠‌⁠ it needed students⁠ for a real⁠ war.

— Though… you never‌ know. They might​​​ ask for volunteers⁠‌ under the pretense‍​⁠ of offering experience.​‌

“Could‌‌‍ be.”

That⁠​⁠ was perfectly plausible‌‍ at the Academy.⁠​

***⁠⁠​

The‌ inquisitors’ contact had​ been predictable.

Even‌​‌ the fact that​ the head inquisitor​‌ himself came to⁠ Aint.

What‌‌⁠ no one expected‍‌⁠ was that a wave of monsters‍‍ would emerge from‍​​ the Taklakan Desert—and‌ even less that‌​ magical beasts would​ be among them.‍⁠

Because⁠ monsters and magical‍​ beasts were different.​‍​ And their combined‌ assault posed a far greater threat‍ than a simple⁠‍ stampede.

‘So‍⁠⁠ they’re moving in⁠‍ broad daylight, now⁠​‍ that they’ve been⁠‌‌ discovered?’

Maybe​ they preferred to​‍‍ wipe out an​⁠ entire fiefdom with⁠ their army rather​‍ than wait to⁠‌​ be exposed.

‘Or⁠ has the timeline​ changed? Or was‌⁠ it always like⁠ this?’

He​​‌ didn’t know. Whether⁠‍​ it was a result of his‌⁠ interference, or if⁠⁠ it had always‍​ been that way.​

Just​‍⁠ knowing that would’ve‌⁠ helped him prepare.‌

‘In‌⁠ any case, there’s‍⁠​ nothing I can⁠⁠​ do now…’

It‌‍⁠ was a matter‍ far from the‌ Academy, and a war of this‍ scale would be‍‍​ handled by his​⁠ father.

And⁠​​ in doing so,⁠‍⁠ his father would‍ make a fortune.⁠‌‍ Because war always​ brought profit.

‘I’m‍‌⁠ jealous.’

If‌‍ only that profit‍‌​ were his.

But‍ it was still⁠ too early to‌ covet it. The‍‌⁠ war would grow,‍ and with it,‍ more opportunities would⁠ arise.

‘I​‍ could even found‌‍​ my own merchant⁠⁠‍ company in times‍‌‌ like these…’

But⁠ thinking it was‍‍ different from doing​‌​ it. The Golden​‍​ Turtle Company backed‌⁠​ him, and starting​ from scratch in⁠‍⁠ a barren desert‍ was absurd.

His⁠ father would never‍​ allow it.

‘For‌ now, from the‍ Academy’s branch, we’ll​ buy all the‍​ weapons, armor, and​⁠ artifacts we can.’​​‌

At⁠ least that much⁠​​ authority had been‌ granted to him.​​

And​ once he’d resolved‍‌ that, his mind‌‍‌ returned to the⁠‍ report.

‘Gismond⁠ wasn’t a corrupt.‌‍‍ Was he really⁠ not?’

Aint‌​⁠ had confirmed it⁠​​ through Gardner.

Then​⁠​ what was he?‌

Why‌⁠ had he suddenly⁠ appeared and disrupted‍​​ everything?

‘Did⁠​ he really get​⁠ that strong just⁠‍ from elixirs—right to‌​​ the brink of⁠​ exploding?’

Was​ he insane?

He‌‌​ didn’t seem like​​ it.

The‌ only explanation was​ that he had​​ found a large​‍ amount by sheer‍ luck and consumed⁠⁠ them recklessly, stopping‌ just before dying.​‌‍

But⁠⁠ even that didn’t‍⁠ fully add up.​‌

‘And⁠⁠‍ they weren’t even‍‌ all the same​​ type.’

He‌‌ couldn’t have obtained​​​ them all at​​ once, and they‌ didn’t come from‌ Count Vamond either.‍⁠

That‍‌ fiefdom lacked the​⁠ resources.

So‌⁠ where did they‍​ come from?

‘Damn⁠ it, what a pain. Everything about‌‍⁠ him is a mystery.’

— Kyu?

Fernan,​⁠ lost in thought,‌⁠​ felt something touch⁠‌ his cheek.

It​⁠‌ was Wuden, who⁠‍ had taken his‍ doll form and⁠ was looking at​​ him worriedly from​‌‍ the collar.

“…I’m‌ fine. Just thinking.”‍

— Kyu?

“Really.​‍ You’re the only‍​ one here, so‌⁠ go play a bit if you‌ want.”

The​‍‌ golem leapt off‍‍⁠ the table with​‍ a thud that⁠‌​ cracked the marble⁠‌ floor.

“Stop!‌ Do you know‌‌‍ how much that‍‍ marble costs?!”

And⁠‍ then—

──!‌‌

A lightning bolt shot‌ through his mind.⁠​

A chill ran down‌⁠​ his spine, followed​‌⁠ by an unbearable‌​‌ headache.

“Urgh…!”‌​

Fernan‍‍‌ realized what had‍⁠ finally arrived.

Maybe‌‌⁠ because he had⁠ anticipated it, even⁠⁠‌ though the pain‍ was intense, it‌​‌ was bearable.

Inside‌​ his mind, the‌‍​ prophecy book unfolded.⁠⁠‌

[Rumors‌‍ of the horde‌‍ of monsters and‌ magical beasts that‌ burst from the‍⁠‌ Taklakan Desert spread⁠ throughout the Empire.​

The‌‍‌ Academy was no‌‍‍ exception.

“The‌ rector has decided‌‌ to send students‍‌ to the front‍‌⁠ lines—only those who‍⁠‍ volunteer.”

The​‌ Academy officially decided‍ to dispatch students‌‍ to the battlefield.⁠⁠⁠

“Decide‌‌‌ carefully. The professors‌ will accompany and​ assist as much⁠⁠ as possible, but​ on the battlefield,‍‍ everyone must look‍ after their own⁠‌ life.”

The‌⁠‍ warning that they‌ could lose their‌ lives stirred the‌⁠‌ students.

— Go. You must‌ go, no matter⁠ what.

‘Yeah,‌​‌ I know. I can’t let this‌‌ opportunity slip by.’​

And‌‌ at the same⁠‍ time, some were⁠ filled with determination.‍‍​

‘So​‌ it ends up⁠​ like this.’

It​‍​ made sense. The‍⁠‍ rector was one​​ of the few⁠⁠​ who knew that‌ what had happened​‌ wasn’t due to⁠‍‌ the corrupted, but​​ to demons.

He⁠ would have deduced‌⁠ that Andromalius wasn’t‍ the end, but​‌ the beginning.

Sending‍⁠ students to the​⁠ front was a way to prepare‌ them for the‌ great war looming​ ahead. The difference‍​ between having and‌‍ lacking real experience‌ would be enormous.‌​‍

[“…What⁠⁠ a nuisance.”

“Your‌⁠​ Highness?”

“Aint⁠​ Armian, a descendant⁠ of the Armians,‍ heading to war​ against monsters. That’s⁠‍ the kind of​​‌ story that drives⁠​ the people wild.”‌‍

Ludger⁠​​ Schwaben’s eyes turned⁠ cold. It wasn’t​‌ a trivial exaggeration.​

The⁠ monsters had returned​​‍ after a thousand⁠​​ years, and an‍ Armian was marching⁠‌​ against them.

Letting​‌ that go unchecked‌‌ was unthinkable. The⁠⁠‍ result was too​‍⁠ obvious.

“Bring‍‍‌ me the request‌ form. I’ll go​‌​ as well.”

Aint​⁠‍ had to be‍⁠​ eliminated, no matter​​‌ what.

Noblesse​‍⁠ oblige. As crown‌ prince, the highest‌ rank beneath the‌ Emperor, he would‍​​ personally join the​ front lines.]

‘Of‍‌‍ course Ludger would​ act this way.​ He’s no fool.’​‌‌

[“What‌‌ is this…?”

“A​‌⁠ spirit plant?”

“There’s‌ a spirit plant‌​​ over here!”

The‍‍ stem radiated pure,‍‌⁠ gleaming mana.

“I‌‌ found it, so​‍⁠ it’s mine.”

The‍​⁠ one who discovered​ it was Ludger‍ Schwaben. By rule,‍ what one found​​ belonged to the‍⁠‌ finder, so his⁠​ claim was valid.⁠

He‌ took the fruit,‍‌​ while the stripped‍​ plant looked desolate.​‌

— He only took​‍ the fruit?

‘Is​ that strange?’

— Of course! The​​ fruit of the​‌ Itarium is a powerful elixir, but‍ the root is⁠‍ even more valuable.‍ Itarium grows by‍‍ absorbing mana from‍⁠‍ the land—the essential⁠⁠‍ part is in‍⁠ the roots…

— Has no one​ spread that knowledge‌​ in a thousand​‍​ years? Even better.‌​ Aint, take the‍​‌ root in secret.​⁠

— Also, wherever Itarium‍ grows, there’s always⁠⁠ a nearby vein.‍​ It feeds off‍ the mineral’s energy.​​​

‘A‌‍ vein?’

There‍‍‌ was no such​‍‍ thing as a useless vein. Even⁠‌‍ through the throbbing‌‌​ pain, Fernan’s eyes​⁠⁠ lit up.

Suddenly,‍​ the vision shifted—even⁠‍‌ the perspective changed.⁠‌

[“The‍ Academy has brought⁠ students under the‍⁠‍ pretense of giving​ them real-world experience.”‍

“Real‌‌⁠ experience? How decadent.​ Peace has made​⁠ them soft.”

The‌ man laughed mockingly.‌⁠

“Aint‍‌ Armian is among⁠‌​ them.”

“Aint​‍ Armian…?”

His⁠‍‌ eyes widened.

An‍ Armian. The natural​ enemy of demons.‍‌​ The cursed bloodline.‍‍

“This‍​⁠ is an opportunity…”‌

Bang!‌‍​

The​ man slammed the‍‍⁠ table. Papers, an‌​ inkwell, and a golden ashtray marked‍ with stellar symbols‍‌ fell to the⁠ floor.

“A‌ perfect chance to​ devour not only⁠ Aint Armian, but​​⁠ the entire future‌‌‍ of the Empire!”‌‍‍

The⁠ Academy was known‌ as the cradle‌‌ of the Empire.​​‍ Its future leaders​ were raised there.‌

That’s‌​ why they had‌‍ tried to destroy‌ it by summoning‌​ even the 72nd⁠ demon, Andromalius—and had⁠ failed.

But‌⁠ if they succeeded⁠ this time…

“I’ll​⁠​ receive an even⁠ greater blessing!”

The​‍​ man didn’t hide​‌ his euphoria.

“Contact‌‍‍ His Excellency immediately‍​ and request support.⁠ Even if we​‍‍ lose everything, we​ must exterminate everyone‌ the Academy has⁠​​ sent! Especially that⁠‌​ damned Aint Armian!”⁠

His‌ crazed scream echoed⁠⁠ through the chamber.‍

“Heheh…⁠ After being trapped​ here for so​‌ long, finally—a reward.”‌⁠

He⁠ pulled open the⁠ curtains.

Between‌‌‌ the folds, the‍⁠‌ silhouette of a colossal bell appeared.⁠⁠⁠ It was a cursed object that⁠​‍ had once tormented​‍ demons.

He‍‍ had made that​‌ place his den,⁠ waiting for the‍​ chance to destroy​ it.]

For‌‍ the first time,​ Fernan saw a prophecy from someone​ else’s perspective—that of‍‍ a corrupt.

“…”⁠

‘So‌⁠ the book doesn’t⁠ limit itself to‌‍ Aint’s point of‍​⁠ view.’

It⁠​ was possible. Chronicles‌ were rarely told‌ from just one​‌⁠ viewpoint, even if‌​⁠ there was a main character.

“Wait​‍⁠ a second…”

Fernan‍ replayed the scene‌ in his mind.‌​​

[Between​​‍ the parted curtains,⁠‍ a gigantic bell‍ could be seen.⁠ A cursed weapon,‍⁠ created to fight⁠​ demons.

To⁠​‌ destroy it, he⁠⁠ had made that‌‌‌ place his lair.]‍‌​

A bell. A cursed⁠​ weapon. Its destruction.‌​

He‍​‍ didn’t need any‌⁠ more clues.

“I‌​⁠ think I know⁠‍ where it is.”‍​

In‍ the Empire, there‍‍ was a bell⁠ left behind by‍​‍ the First Emperor—a⁠ weapon forged to‌ fight demons.

When​ he opened his‌ eyes, Wooden, now⁠ in his doll-sized‌‍‌ form, was wiping‌‍ the sweat from‌‍⁠ his forehead with‌‌‌ a handkerchief.

— Kyu?

He⁠‌ tapped the floor‍ nervously, worried something​ might be wrong.⁠​

“Stop​‍‍ it, Wooden. You’ll‍ crack the marble.”⁠

— Kkung?

“I’m‌⁠ fine. Thanks for‍‍​ wiping my sweat.”⁠

But​‍ something else was​‌‍ more important.

“Maybe‍ soon, you’ll get‌‍ the chance to​⁠⁠ be unleashed again.​ Didn’t you want⁠⁠​ to return to‍ your original form‌ and fight one‌ more time?”

Fernan’s​‍​ eyes gleamed with‌​⁠ fierce determination.

— Kkung kkung!

Wooden‌ nodded enthusiastically.

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