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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 81

Chapter 81

The‍‍​ official announcement was⁠​ corrected within hours,‍​‍ clarifying that first-year‍‌​ students would also⁠⁠‍ be included. In‍‍ just one day,⁠​‍ the participants were​‌ selected.

Rosalia⁠‍ reviewed the documents.​

“From‍​ the first year,‌ there are three.”⁠⁠

Aint⁠‍‍ Armian, Aria Fridian,‍‌ and Verian Kalburdern.‌

It​‌ was evident that⁠⁠ most first-year students​​⁠ had been frightened⁠ by the unknown⁠​‍ enemy called demons.⁠

In‍ truth, that number​ was appropriate. First-years‌ were still inexperienced​‍ and required too​ much supervision on​ the battlefield.

Moreover,‍‍‍ it fulfilled the​​ rector’s order that‍‍​ Aint Armian had‌ to participate no⁠​​ matter what.

‘It⁠ must be because​⁠ they’re demons.’

If‌ Aint Armian managed​‍​ to stand out‍ in the battle​ against them, even​⁠​ just by making⁠ a name for‌⁠ himself, the Schwaben‌‍ would boil with‍‌⁠ rage.

‘Valoshi⁠⁠‌ isn’t here…’

Probably​​‌ because of her,⁠⁠‍ but that wasn’t​ Rosalia’s concern.

“And​‌⁠ in the second​‍⁠ year, there are‍ twenty.”

Upon‍‍ confirming with surprise​ that all those‍⁠‍ who met the‌⁠ requirements had applied,‌ Rosalia handed the‍‍‍ documents to Professor​ Grad.

“All‌⁠ of them? Everyone‍​⁠ applied?”

“Yes,​‍ that’s right.”

Grad,‍‌⁠ after double-checking the‍‍‌ papers, let out⁠‍ a short laugh.​⁠

“At⁠‌ least among the‍⁠​ second-years, there are​⁠ no cowards.”

“There⁠‌ are cowards. They​‍​ just don’t want‍‍‍ to be left‌⁠‍ behind.”

“Competitiveness​​ is also good⁠‌​ fuel. Who are⁠ they?”

“Who‍ do you think?‍‌ Fernan Pellenberg and‍ Luina Bercheff, who‌‌ took all the‍⁠ honors this time.”‍⁠​

When​‍‌ they signed up,⁠​‌ Carlo Deneb and‌​ Almon Donertz, who⁠​‌ had fallen behind,​‍⁠ rushed to apply‌‌ as well.

And​​ with the top‍‍​ ranks signed up,‌ the others didn’t‍‍ want to be‌ left behind either,​ fueled by rivalry.​‌

“The‌⁠‍ only one missing​ was Ludger Schwaben.”⁠

“He‌​ changed his mind​⁠ when he heard‍⁠‌ Aint Armian was‍⁠ participating.”

“Destiny,⁠‌ I suppose.”

“Amazing,​⁠ the Armians. Anyone‍ could’ve been emperor,​⁠‍ but that family​ held the throne‍‌⁠ for almost nine​ hundred years. Even‍⁠ after losing it⁠‌‌ a century ago,‌​​ they still carry‍ a weight that’s‍​​ impossible to ignore…”‌⁠⁠

Though‍⁠ it’s not as‍‌ if they were⁠⁠‍ deified, which made⁠‌‌ it even more‍ peculiar.

“The‍‌​ merit of the‌​‍ First Emperor was⁠​ too great.”

“Of‌ course it was.⁠‌‍ He defeated the⁠⁠ Demon King and‍‌ the demons, saving​‌‍ the world.”

The⁠ pride of being‌⁠​ descendants of the⁠ First Emperor remained‍ a flame in‌⁠​ the hearts of‍ the imperial people.​‍⁠

No‌​‍ one could deny⁠⁠ that it was​‍‍ that very flame‍⁠ that sustained the‌​​ Armian dynasty for⁠‌ so long.

“In‌‍ any case, twenty‌ will be hard‍ to manage.”

Even‍‍‍ if it was‌ just defense on⁠‍ the walls, even‍‍‌ if Altrierc had‌‌​ its elite, this‌ wasn’t a simple​‍ duel—it was real⁠​ war.

In‍ the chaos where‍​​ demons roamed, they‌​​ couldn’t guarantee the​ safety of twenty⁠‍ students.

“I​​​ don’t care. I already warned them⁠⁠‌ not to expect​⁠ safety, so they’d⁠‍‌ better be prepared.”‌⁠‌

“Still,‍​‍ can you say⁠​⁠ that so lightly?”​‌‍

Even​⁠‌ if they’d been‌⁠ told their lives‌ couldn’t be guaranteed,⁠‍​ it was still‌‌‍ the instructors’ mission​​⁠ to ensure everyone⁠⁠ returned alive to‌ the academy.

That’s‍‌‌ what Grad believed.​

“Then‍‌‌ what do you⁠‌​ suggest?”

“Cut‌ from the top.‍ Reduce them by‌ half. I think⁠‍ I could manage‍ with about ten.​ What do you‌‌ think?”

“I‍​ don’t mind fewer‍​⁠ problems. Besides, you⁠‍‌ always get to⁠⁠ be the villain,‌‍‍ Professor, so I’ll‌​‍ gladly let you.”‍‌​

Rosalia‌ shrugged.

“It’s⁠ annoying, but I don’t hate you.”⁠

Grad‌⁠‌ snorted hard.

“And⁠ I need to⁠‍‌ correct something.”

“What‍‍ is it?”

“It‍ won’t be ten,‍‍‍ but thirteen. Including⁠⁠ the first-years.”

“In⁠ second year, the‌‌ top three are‌‌ pairs, right? Don’t‌​ split them. Take‍​‍ all three groups​‌‍ as they are.⁠‍ Better to have‌‌ fewer than ten‍‍⁠ in total.”

Not​‌​ a bad idea.‍‌

“Is​⁠‍ it really necessary?‌‌ Everyone should take‍‍⁠ responsibility for their‌​ choice. In the‍‍‍ end, they’ll blame⁠⁠ you.”

“I’d‍‌ rather be insulted.​⁠​ Dreaming of dead‍‌⁠ students is worse.”‍‍

“And⁠‍ do you think‍​ the rector will‍⁠⁠ stay quiet?”

“That’s​‌ why we need‍‌​ to resolve this​ quickly and head‍‍‌ to Altrierc.”

Grad‌​ scratched his neck‍​​ in frustration.

“Then‍ it’ll be done.”⁠

“Understood.”‌

Rosalia​‍‌ nodded.

Honestly,⁠ she didn’t care⁠‍​ much. Neither about‍‌ the expedition nor​ the students—it stirred‍‍‌ no particular interest​​‍ in her.

***‌

‘Six?’‌‍⁠

From‌​​ the twenty qualified,‌‌ they would cut‍ it down to⁠​‌ the top three⁠‍ of each year.‌

Only​ the top three‍ counted.

“If‍ anyone disagrees, beat‌​​ me. Then you‍‌‌ can go.”

“……”‍​​

The‌⁠‌ students fell silent.‌‌

“Why‍⁠ only six?”

“Because‌ that’s the maximum​ I can take‌⁠ responsibility for.”

“……”‌‍‍

“What’s⁠ that look? Got‍ a complaint?”

“No,​‌ sir.”

‘Is⁠ he sentimental?’

He‌ didn’t seem the​​ type, but Fernan⁠ sensed the professor‌ Grad’s firmness and‍‍⁠ calculated quickly.

‘If‌ he picks the‌ top three from‌‍ each department, that⁠ would be me,​⁠⁠ Carlo, Ludger. And‌⁠ Luina, Almon, and​ Alia.’

Gert‍‌⁠ and Neria, whom​ he had planned​ to bring as⁠ support, would be‌ left out.

‘They‍ were just backup‍ anyway. If they‌ don’t come, nothing‌‍ I can do.‌‍​ But…’

“And​​ what about the‍ first-years?”

“There‌ are three participating.”⁠‍

‘At​ least that’s a relief.’

Fernan​⁠​ could bet his​ fortune and his​​​ arm that among‍‌ those three was‌ Aint Armian.

“Isn’t⁠‌ it more dangerous‍ for them? They⁠⁠ should stay behind‌​ and let more‌ second-years go.”

“I’ll‌⁠⁠ repeat myself—the rector​ gave me full​⁠ authority over the‍ expedition. If you⁠​‌ have complaints, prove​​‌ your worth.”

“……”‍⁠

Those⁠​ muttering criticisms went‌‍ silent immediately.

“At‌⁠‍ least we’re lucky‌ to be going.”‌

“If​ the top ones​⁠ were excluded, then‍ no one would‌ go. Are you‌​ all ready?”

“Yes,‍‌ we were told‌ just to bring‌ personal belongings…”

Luina‌⁠​ was counting on​ her fingers the‍‌​ items she had​​ packed.

“But‍⁠ is it really‍​ okay for them⁠ to support us⁠‌‌ this much…?”

“It’s‍⁠ a battlefield against⁠​ demons. Even with⁠‌ the best gear,‍‍ it’s a place​‍​ where no one​‌ can feel safe.”​‍

Besides,​ I’m your sponsor.‌‌

Of​⁠ course, he kept​⁠ that part to​‌⁠ himself. It wasn’t‌⁠‌ something to say⁠‍⁠ in front of‍‌ the other students.‍⁠​

“Oh,‍⁠ I also brought‍ all kinds of‍ chocolate.”

“…Thanks.”⁠

Gratitude​ aside, if just‌‌​ a few pieces‌ of chocolate could⁠⁠ earn him more⁠​ favor from real‍⁠ Royal Knights, Fernan⁠‍⁠ was willing to​‍ spend whatever it​​ took.

That’s​‍⁠ how powerful money‌‍‍ was. With money,⁠​ you could buy‍ almost anything.

“Silence!”‍

Professor​ Grad’s voice echoed​​‌ through the classroom.⁠‍‌ Instantly, the chatter⁠ ceased.

“Now⁠ that I’ve informed​‍‍ you who will‍ be participating, I’ll‍‍ give you the​ schedule.”

The⁠​ six selected students⁠​ nodded.

“Tomorrow⁠ at dawn, we‌‌⁠ will teleport to⁠‍​ Count Altrierc’s estate‍‍ using a teleportation​‌‌ circle.”

Altrierc.‌ If the Bercheffs‌ were the shield‌ of the Empire’s‍‌‍ north, Altrierc was‍​‌ the wall defending⁠‌​ the west.

The‍‌ Academy had teleportation⁠⁠ circles installed that⁠ connected to all‍‍‌ the houses of‌ the Elector Princes,⁠​ which made the⁠ transfer possible.

Of‌‍⁠ course, the cost‍ was enormous. It‌ was proof of‍ how much the​‌⁠ rector valued this‍‍ mission.

‘Don’t​‌ tell me he⁠‍ reduced the number​ to nine just​‌ to save money…’‌‌⁠

As‍‌⁠ he thought that,‌ Grad continued.

“…Our‍⁠‍ objective is to​ experience war and⁠‍‍ face demons. If​​ any of you,⁠ thinking you’re a hero, gets carried⁠​‍ away and does‌​‌ something stupid, I’ll⁠‌ smash your face​‌ in myself. Understood?”​

“Yes,⁠‌ sir!”

“The‌ six of you​‍‌ will now return​​ to your dormitories​‍ to pack. Tomorrow,‍‍ before five, you​⁠‍ must be at‍ the dimensional pavilion—no⁠⁠​ delays.”

That⁠⁠ pavilion was the‌‍‌ place where the​‍⁠ Academy’s transport circles​‍ were controlled and​‌ guarded. No unauthorized‌‌ person could set‍ foot there.

“And​ since we also‌⁠⁠ have to prepare,‌ today’s classes will⁠‌ be taught by​‌​ other professors. The‍​‍ six of you,‌‌​ dismissed.”

Fernan‍ left the classroom​‌ with Luina.

“Isn’t‌ it interesting?”

Suddenly,​ Ludger, who was​ walking behind, grabbed‍ his shoulder as​ if they were‍​ old friends.

“What‌​‌ is?”

“That⁠‌ in the end,⁠ we’re all going​‌ in pairs. Don’t‌⁠ you think it⁠ was deliberate?”

True.‍⁠

Fernan​​‍ and Luina, both⁠ first-ranked.

Ludger‍⁠⁠ and Almon, second‍‌ and third.

And‌‌‌ Carlo together with‍‌ Alia, third and⁠‌ second respectively.

The‌‍​ fact that Alia,‍ normally in fourth‍‍ place, had moved​ up a rank‍⁠ thanks to being‌​‍ Carlo’s partner was⁠‍‍ pure luck.

“It’s‍‍ true.”

“Luina,‍ last time you⁠⁠ weren’t in shape,⁠​‌ and we couldn’t‍‍‌ really measure up.⁠ But now it⁠ will be different.”‌

“This⁠⁠ time it’s not​​ a duel. We’ll⁠‍​ fight as allies.”‍​​

“We‌‌ could wager—with demons‍‍ and monsters in⁠‌​ between.”

“No,‌‍‌ thank you.”

“Why​ not?”

“Because⁠⁠ we’re going to​‍ protect the Empire,​‌ not to have​ fun.”

Fernan‍‍ let out a short laugh as‌ he watched Luina⁠⁠ flatly reject Almon.‍

In⁠‌ moments like this,​ she seemed like⁠​‌ her usual self,⁠ but something in‍‍ how she treated‍‌​ him had changed.‌

“……”‌

Then‌ Fernan felt a burning gaze behind‍ him. It was‍‌‌ Carlo Deneb.

When‌‍​ their eyes met,‍ Carlo walked up⁠‌‌ with firm steps.⁠⁠

“Do‍ you know what⁠‍ Aria Fridian told‍‍ me?”

An⁠⁠ unexpected opening.

Fernan​​​ kept his merchant’s⁠⁠​ unshakable face.

“No.”⁠‍⁠

“She​⁠‍ said she was​⁠ disappointed.”

Carlo​‌ continued in a low voice, almost‍‌ a murmur.

“That⁠ it would have⁠‌ been better if‍‌⁠ you had gone‍‌ out instead of‌​‍ me. That I was weaker than‌​​ Fernan.”

“Words​​⁠ from a brat‍‍ who knows nothing.”​

A blatant provocation.

Though⁠​ the funny thing‍‍ was, knowing Aria,‍‍ those words weren’t‍​⁠ provocation or mockery—they⁠⁠ were a sincere⁠​ impression.

“The‌‌‍ ridiculous thing was​‍ that I couldn’t‍ deny it.”

Carlo‍ ground his teeth.‌​

“I‍ lost the first-place⁠ spot.”

His​​⁠ voice grew harsher.‌‌⁠

“And‍⁠ even though it’s‌ true, I was​ filled with rage.‌​⁠ I couldn’t accept⁠ that a first-year‍⁠ student looked down‍​‌ on me. So‍​ I wanted to⁠ beat Aria Fridian⁠​ in the Magic​ Tournament and prove‍‍‌ my worth once​ again.”

“But‍ you lost.”

“Yes.‌ I lost. Pathetic.”‌

It‌⁠​ was by a slim margin, but​‌⁠ a loss was‌⁠ still a loss.⁠

The‍‌‍ second-ranked second-year student​​⁠ had been defeated‍ by the second-ranked​‌​ first-year.

For​‌‍ Carlo, who had⁠⁠​ always stood out⁠ even among the​​‍ Academy’s geniuses, it​ was a devastating‍​ blow.

That’s⁠⁠​ why, as soon​‌⁠ as Fernan signed⁠​ up for the​​ expedition, he reacted‌ instinctively.

A premonition overcame him—if⁠​ he kept falling‌​ behind, he would⁠ never catch up.‍​‌

“I‌ realized how lazy​⁠⁠ I had become,​‌ drunk on the‍ label of being⁠​ first. I was‍‍ an arrogant fool.​‍⁠ I won’t make‌‍ that mistake again.‌⁠‌ This was the‍‍‌ first and last‌​ time I lose⁠ the top spot.”‌‍

“…This​ might not be​ the best time​ to say it,​ but I’m actually‌‌​ not interested in​ being first.”

“I‍ don’t believe you.”‍‍

“Think‍ what you want.”‍‍

Fernan​​‌ shrugged.

Carlo,​⁠ his eyes burning‌‌ with renewed determination,⁠‌ gave him one⁠ last look before‌ turning and walking‌⁠⁠ away.

“Let’s​‍ go.”

“Yes.”⁠

Fernan‍ headed to the​ Golden Turtle Company⁠ branch.

***⁠

“This⁠​ is the plan‌‍​ sent from the‌‍ Bardian branch.”

Bardian‍‌ was the island⁠‌⁠ between the two‌​‍ continents where the‍⁠​ Academy was located.​ The document was‌ addressed to the‌ duke, Fernan’s father.‌

“A​ plan about the‍⁠ black obsidian mine?”‌​‍

There​ was nothing more‌​​ urgent to send⁠ at that moment.‌

The​ duke opened the⁠ papers. The information‍‌ detailed the surroundings‍‌⁠ of the discovered​​ vein, nearby monster⁠​⁠ nests, profitability—everything well‌ organized.

“…What‌‌ is this?”

It‍ also included the⁠⁠ amount of funds‍‌ and troops needed⁠ to exploit it.​‍​

The‍ duke rubbed his‍‌ eyes.

“Any‍ problem, sir?”

“Take​‍​ a look at‍⁠ this.”

The‍⁠ butler leaned over‌ the document. The⁠​‌ duke’s finger pointed‍‍‍ to the section‍‌ on required troops.⁠⁠

“Five⁠‌ hundred mercenaries plus‌ the Red Turtle​‍ Squadron and the⁠ Blue Turtle Brigade?”‍​

The​​ Red Turtle was⁠‌ the pride of‍​ House Pellenberg—their best‌​ knightly order.

The‍‌​ Blue Turtle was⁠⁠‍ their best magical‌‍​ brigade.

Considering​​⁠ that their commanders‍⁠​ were a Royal‌ Knight and an‍ Archmage respectively, the⁠​ power of both‌⁠ forces was enough⁠ to wipe out⁠ an entire kingdom.‍

“…Is​‍⁠ the young master​‍​ planning to start‌‌ a war against⁠‍⁠ Frazia?”

“He’s​⁠ not that foolish.”‍⁠⁠

The⁠​ duke, though surprised,⁠‌ quickly understood his‍‍⁠ son’s move.

“He’s‌​ trying to manipulate‌​‍ me.”

It⁠⁠⁠ was the classic‍​ tactic—ask for a lot at first​ to ensure what’s‌⁠ truly necessary.

“What‍‌ he really wants…⁠⁠⁠ is half the​‍ mercenaries, plus the​​ Red Turtle Knights​ and the Blue‍​​ Turtle Brigade.”

“But⁠‍ those are also‍‍ elite forces. He‌⁠ can’t expect to‍ use them just​‌ to guard a mine.”

Fernan​ knew full well‍‍ it would be‍ overkill.

Then​⁠ why send such⁠ an exaggerated plan?⁠

“…Fernan⁠‌​ has never acted‍ beyond reason, right?”‍‍‍

“Correct.”‍⁠

“Except⁠​​ when it comes​ to Luina Bercheff⁠​ or demons.”

“That’s‌​ right.”

“Then‍‍‍ it can only⁠‌​ be one of‍ those two.”

Or‌‍ rather, just one—demons.⁠

If‌ the mine was‌⁠ connected to them,‌ that kind of‌ troop deployment made​‍⁠ sense.

“This​‌ bold kid…”

The​ duke let out‍ an incredulous chuckle.‌​‌

Fernan⁠ wasn’t someone who‍⁠⁠ took on the⁠​ impossible alone.

If​⁠​ he was asking‌ for such force,‌‍‍ it was because‌ he had judged‌⁠​ there was a high likelihood of​​ needing it.

“Not‌‌ even I was‌ that ambitious.”

Meaning‌ his son didn’t‌ want to share‌‌ the profits—not even‌‍ with him, his​ own father.

And‍ to top it‍ off, using his‌ men.

Even⁠​ if he had​‌​ advanced capital upon⁠‌​ discovering the vein,⁠​‍ it was still‍ an insolent move.‌‍

“What​‍ shall we do,‍​ sir?”

“Send⁠‍ the Red Tail‍ Order and the​​ Blue Tail Brigade,⁠ along with one⁠ hundred mercenaries.”

They‍ were the third-ranked⁠ order and brigade‍‌‌ of House Pellenberg.​ Of lower level,‍ but still among‍ the best on‍⁠‌ the continent.

“Arrogant‌ or not, if⁠​ demons are involved,‌‍ we can’t let‌‌ them get away.”‍‍⁠

“It⁠⁠ will be done.”​

The‍⁠‌ butler nodded. The​‍⁠ duke’s eyes gleamed​ with a different⁠ light.

“And‌‌‌ the demons infiltrated‍​‌ in Pellenberg?”

“We’ve‌⁠ identified forty-one. In‌​⁠ the purge operation,⁠‌⁠ thirty-three were eliminated,‍ and eight were‍​ captured.”

“There​‍ were too many​ hiding under my​‍ own roof.”

“But…”⁠⁠

The‍⁠ butler lowered his​‍‍ head.

“When​ attempting to interrogate​ them, even after⁠⁠ destroying their cores,⁠‍ they all died‌ vomiting blood due​​​ to a secondary‌‌ curse.”

“Not‌ even Master Dureleo​⁠ could lift it?”​​​

“No.‌‌ He says it’s‍​⁠ not something that‌⁠ can be resolved​ quickly.”

The‌‌ duke clicked his‍ tongue.

“And⁠ the war supplies?”​

“We’re​⁠ buying in secret⁠‌⁠ and steadily. Although‌⁠⁠ prices have skyrocketed‍‍ due to the‍⁠ monster wave in‍​‌ the Taklakan desert.”⁠

“Keep⁠‍‌ buying.”

“Yes,‌⁠⁠ sir.”

It‌⁠‌ might seem like‌‌‌ a loss, but​ it wasn’t.

Since‍ he saw Andromalius‍ through the recording⁠ sphere, the duke‌​ knew.

The‌⁠⁠ war was just⁠ beginning.

The‍‌ tragedy from a thousand years ago‌ was rearing its‌⁠⁠ head again.

“Pellenberg⁠‌​ became a prince-elector⁠​‍ and the richest‌⁠‍ on the continent​‌‌ thanks to that​‍ war against the‌‍⁠ demons.”

So​⁠⁠ then, what would‍ they gain this‍‌‌ time?

A greedy smile appeared⁠⁠‍ on his face.‌⁠‍

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