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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 83

Chapter 83

“…Hm?”​

Sensing‍‌‍ something strange, Bairan​ Osmond turned his‍​⁠ head.

“Is​ something wrong, sir?”‍‍‍

“I​​ felt as if‍​​ something had slipped⁠‍ in…”

He​‍ approached the flowerpot‍ where he had‌​ sensed the presence,‌‍ but there was⁠​ nothing there.

Only‍​ a fly perched‌ on a leaf,‌‌​ which flew off‌ with a buzz‍ when it flapped‍‍ its wings.

“It‌ was an insect.”‌⁠⁠

Smash.‌ Bairan crushed it​ with a simple‌‍ motion of his‍‌⁠ hand.

“I’d‍​‌ better have a pest-extermination seal engraved.”‍‍‌

“But​​​ too many magic‍ engravings would raise‌ suspicion.”

“I​ know.”

That’s‌‍​ why he had⁠⁠‌ only placed a soundproofing seal.

After​‌ all, a mere​ mercenary’s household full⁠‍​ of magic engravings⁠‌ would be too‍‍ suspicious.

Moreover,‍ many people came⁠​ and went in‌⁠‌ his residence due‌​ to his profession,‌‍ so he had​‍‌ to be more​‌‌ careful than anyone.‍‌​

“All‌ right, continue your⁠ report. You said‌‍⁠ the Academy brought‌⁠ students here.”

“Yes,‍ sir. Among them‍ is Aint Armian.”​

“Aint⁠ Armian…?”

Bairan’s‌ eyes widened.

“So​ the cursed blood⁠‍ has come to⁠​ this place?”

Bam!‍​ He slammed the‌⁠ table with such‌‍‍ force that papers,‍‍​ inkpot, and the⁠ golden ashtray with​‌ engraved stars fell​​⁠ to the floor.⁠⁠

“This⁠ is the opportunity…!”‍

“Opportunity,‍ sir?”

“Not​‌‍ only to devour⁠ Aint Armian, but⁠‌ to swallow the​​‌ entire future of⁠‌ the Empire!”

His​‌⁠ shout echoed through​⁠ the office.

“If‌​⁠ I eliminate him,⁠‍​ I’ll receive an⁠ even greater blessing!”⁠​

“Do⁠ you think it⁠⁠‌ will be possible?”‌

“It‍ must be! Send‍​​ a message to‍⁠‌ His Excellency right​ away and request⁠‌‌ reinforcements. Even if‌ we lose everything,‌ we’ll kill them⁠​‍ all, every last‍‍ one of those‌​⁠ Academy brats. Especially‌​‌ that damned Aint‍‍‍ Armian!”

“But‌ His Excellency ordered​‌ us to wait⁠⁠ for the right⁠ moment…”

Crack.‍​

“Kugh!”‍

Bairan’s‌​⁠ sudden grip tightened​⁠ around the butler’s​ neck, lifting him⁠‌ thirty centimeters off‍ the floor. The⁠⁠ servant struggled, his‍‌‌ face pale.

“I‍ said send the‌ letter.”

Bam!‌ He threw him​‍‍ to the ground.‍‍

“Cough,​​‍ cough… B-but even‍ Duke Comentus and⁠ the demon Andromalius​⁠⁠ failed…!”

“That⁠‍‌ fool Comentus fell‌‍⁠ because he was‌ caught in an⁠​‍ ambush! He wasn’t‌‍ prepared.”

In​ truth, Comentus had​ never been one​ of the most​‍ powerful corrupt ones.‍​⁠ Comparing them was‍ an insult.

“And‌ Lord Andromalius wasn’t‍ even summoned properly.⁠ Everything went awry⁠‌ because of that‌‌‌ damn brat, and‍ the summoning had‌​‍ to be rushed.”‍

That‌⁠‍ rushed Andromalius was⁠ nothing more than‌⁠‍ a firefly compared​​‍ to the full⁠ moon.

“But⁠​⁠ I am different!”‌

Maybe⁠⁠‌ he wouldn’t match‌ that fully-powered Andromalius,⁠​​ but unlike him,​‌‌ Bairan wasn’t alone.⁠‍

“We⁠‍ have the monsters.⁠​ We’ll summon more‌ and crush them.”⁠⁠

The‌​​ horde of magical‍ beasts.

Bairan​ had received from‍ His Excellency the⁠ right to sacrifice‌‍​ offerings and open​‍ a partial passage​‌ to hell.

The‍​​ monster outbreak shaking⁠​‍ Altrierc and the‍​ entire continent was​‍‌ his doing.

“And‌⁠ the best part‌⁠‌ is that those⁠⁠ brats will march‌‍ willingly to the‍⁠ frontlines.”

In‍ the midst of‌‍‌ that chaos, who‍​ could guarantee what⁠ would happen?

“It’s‍‌ a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.‍⁠ If we waste‍ it, both I and His Excellency‌‌‍ will regret it‍⁠‍ for all eternity.”‌‌⁠

If,‌ on the other​ hand, he succeeded,‍ all that awaited‌‍ him was the​ brilliant infernal flame⁠​ of glory.

“…Understood.”‌‍⁠

The‌‍ butler had no‍‍‌ choice but to⁠ obey.

Bairan‌ began hurriedly writing⁠‌ the letter.

【To‍⁠ Your Excellency…】

Though‍‍⁠ his hand moved‌ urgently, the tone‌‌ was respectful and⁠⁠ servile.

“Where‌ are those Academy⁠‍ bastards now?”

“In‍ the count’s castle.​ Tonight, they’ll dine⁠ with the governor​‌ general, and at​‍ dawn they’ll depart​⁠ with the knights’‌​ order to the‍‌ wall.”

“So,‌ tomorrow. It’ll depend⁠ on how long⁠‍⁠ they stay.”

“From​‍‍ what I’ve investigated,‍​⁠ they’re expected to‌‌‌ remain at the⁠ wall for about​​ two weeks.”

“Two​ weeks?”

It‍​​ wasn’t much time.​‍ But if he‌‌ hurried, it wasn’t‍‍ impossible.

He‌​ sealed the letter‍⁠‍ and handed it​ to the servant.‍‍

“I’ll​⁠‍ head to the⁠ desert myself. You‌ deliver this to​⁠ His Excellency.”

“Right​‍ now? Shouldn’t we‌‌​ wait for authorization…?”⁠

“What⁠ did you say?”‍‍‍

“Th-that‍⁠ it’s only two⁠‌‍ weeks…”

“If‌‌‌ we wait for​‌​ a response, it’ll‍⁠ be too late.‍‌ Does it make​‍ sense to waste⁠‍​ the only chance‍‍​ to kill that‍‍​ bastard?”

“B-but​ we don’t have​ enough sacrifices to⁠‍‌ summon more magical‍ beasts!”

“I’ll‍​ take care of⁠ that!”

With‍‌ a low growl,​‌ he left the⁠ office. He would‍⁠‍ gather his mercenary​ company and march⁠ to the desert​‍‍ immediately.

“…I‍‌ must deliver this‍ as quickly as​ possible.”

The​⁠⁠ butler watched him​​‍ disappear through the‍ door, then took⁠ the letter and‍‌ hurried away.

And‌‌ a moment later.⁠‌‍

‘They’re⁠‌‍ all gone.’

Peeking‌‍‌ out from behind⁠⁠ the flowerpot was⁠ the small golem‍‍⁠ who had remained‍‍ hidden.

***‌​

The‍​ golem was not⁠ a living being.‌

If⁠‍⁠ it completely shut​​ down its functions,⁠ it was nothing‌⁠ more than a stone rolling around.⁠‍⁠

Wooden⁠ shut down all⁠⁠ his systems and‍ hid in the‌ soil of a flowerpot. Only when‌​ Bairan returned to‍‍‌ his desk did⁠ he slightly raise⁠ his head.

His‍‌ black appearance, with‌‌‍ white decorations here⁠‌ and there, blended‌ perfectly with the‍ white and black‍‍⁠ stones in the‍ pot, becoming the⁠ perfect camouflage.

That⁠⁠ way, Wooden—and therefore⁠⁠ Fernan—heard everything.

“……”‌‍‌

When‍ he finished spying‍ on Bairan’s office‌‍⁠ through Wooden, Fernan⁠⁠​ opened his eyes​​‍ in his room.⁠‌

‘From‍ what I gathered‌‌ in the conversation,​‌ those guys can⁠‍⁠ summon demonic beasts.’​‍

So⁠​ they were the⁠‌‌ ones behind this‌​​ whole situation.

He‍‍‌ thought they only​​ wanted to destroy‍‍‍ the Pasa Bell,‌ but it turned​ out they were⁠‌ far more dangerous‍‍⁠ than expected.

‘Incredible…’⁠

The‌‍​ corrupt ones threatening‍ Altrierc were hiding‍​​ in none other​⁠ than the capital,‍ Artc. And they‌ did it while‌‍ draining money from⁠ the region under‍ the guise of⁠​‌ a mercenary group.‌

Not​‍​ even under the​ streetlight was it‌ so dark. If​ it had been⁠‌⁠ in Pellenberg instead‌‌ of Artc…

“…Tearing‌‌​ them apart would⁠ be too merciful.”‌‌

A dense bloodlust shone​‌ in Fernan’s eyes.‍

“In⁠ any case, they’ll​ come on their‍‌ own.”

There‌ was no need⁠⁠​ to prepare anything‌‌‍ complicated. As long⁠‍ as Aint bore⁠​⁠ the Armian name,⁠ he would be‌⁠ the juiciest bait⁠‌ for them.

The‌​ final result didn’t‍ matter.

‘If‍‍ they’re going to​​ come anyway, it’s⁠⁠ enough to always⁠‌ keep a strong‌‌⁠ force near Aint.’​

As⁠‍ long as they⁠ didn’t leave the‍​ walls, there would​‌⁠ be no problem.‍‍‌

But.‍‍‌

Should‌‍‌ he really settle‌‌ for that?

‘Wouldn’t⁠‍ that be too‌‍ lenient on these​ vermin who’ve been​⁠ toying with humans‍‍ for centuries?’

If‍⁠ he could completely‌⁠‌ ruin their plans‌ and cause them‌ enormous losses, wouldn’t​​ that be better?​⁠‍

‘In⁠​ the end, what⁠ matters here is⁠​ that Aint gets⁠‌​ the chance to​‍⁠ face Bairan Osmond.’⁠

That‌‍ was enough. Even‌⁠ if the prophecy⁠‍​ veered slightly, Aint’s⁠‍⁠ experience would be​‍ secured.

The‍​⁠ enemy seemed strong—strong‍‌ enough to be‌​​ a good match‌ for the current​⁠‌ Aint, the one⁠ who defeated Andromalius.‌​

Tap,‌⁠‍ tap.

At‌​ that moment, someone‌​‌ tapped him on‌ the cheek. It‌⁠‌ was Wooden, who‌ had returned from‍​‍ his mission and‍ now stood before⁠ him.

— Kkung kkung!

He‌‌ pointed at Fernan’s​ hand and then‌​‌ tapped his own‍ head.

Fernan​ patted his helmet,‌​ and the red‍ pupils inside curved⁠‍‍ into a crescent‍‌‍ moon shape.

“Yes,‍ good job. Thanks‍‌ to you, we‌ got a lot.”‌‍

— Kkuuuung, kkung?

“I‍​ was just about‌‌ to say it.​‌‌ It looks like‌‍ I can finally‌ keep my promise‌ to you.”

Fernan’s⁠‍‌ fingers glowed with⁠​⁠ mana, which Wooden⁠⁠ immediately absorbed.

The‍ dense flow of‌‌‍ energy made his⁠ arms tremble violently.‍

Spirits​‌‌ loved their contractor’s‌ mana—with it, they‌ grow, resonate, and​ evolve.

For‌‌‍ Wooden, Fernan’s mana‍ was the best‍⁠‍ possible reward. For​‌‌ Luina, it was⁠ chocolate; for him,​‌ this.

In​ any case.

‘He​ said he needed‍⁠‌ sacrifices to summon‍‌ demonic beasts.’

Then‌⁠⁠ where would he⁠‍​ get them?

The​⁠‍ answer was obvious.​

Life.⁠‍‍ Animals, plants… but​‍​ most likely, humans.⁠

And​​ in this region,⁠‍⁠ the only place​​‍ he could easily‍​ get them wasn’t​​⁠ the Empire or⁠⁠⁠ the Kingdom of‍⁠ Alprocen.

“The‌⁠​ desert.”

The‌​⁠ nomadic clans that‍⁠ survived in the‌​ Taklakan Desert. Naturally⁠‍ strong people, obsessed⁠ with strength.

‘If‍⁠ they managed to‍​‍ live even amidst‌ that chaos…’

He​ had heard that,⁠⁠‌ after the initial‍⁠⁠ split, the army​ of demonic beasts‌⁠ had divided into​⁠​ two—one part attacked‍⁠​ the Empire and‌ the Kingdom, and‌‌⁠ the other scattered​⁠ through the desert.​

‘Then,‍‍ probably what remains‌ are surviving tribes…’‍‌

Tap,‍ tap.

“Fernan,​‌​ it’s time to⁠​‍ go. Dinner’s ready.”⁠

“I’m⁠‍‌ coming.”

It⁠ was Luina’s voice.⁠​

When‍ he looked out​‌‍ the window, the​ sun was already‌⁠‍ setting. It was‍​‍ time to meet‌​⁠ with the butler.⁠‌⁠

***​

The‍⁠⁠ castle’s dining hall​ was very spacious,‍ though not ostentatious.‍

It‌‌​ conveyed a sense​‍ of practical sobriety,‌‍‍ in stark contrast⁠‌ to Pellenberg, where⁠ luxury and extravagance​​​ were considered necessary.‌​‍

“Welcome​‌ to Altrierc. Please​ understand that His⁠‌ Excellency cannot greet⁠​ you personally due⁠ to the beast‍⁠​ attacks.”

The‍‍⁠ chief butler was‌ a robust man⁠ in his forties,‌ from the viscountial‍⁠ House Javert, vassals‍‌⁠ of Altrierc.

“We’ve​‍ already received more‌‍⁠ hospitality than we⁠ deserve. I’m Grad⁠​‌ Xanth.”

“I’m‍‌ Harke Javert.”

“Rosalia⁠‌ Vienderk.”

After‌ a brief exchange​‌‍ with the professors,‌ the butler also⁠⁠ addressed the students.⁠⁠​

“Please,⁠⁠ take your seats.‍⁠⁠ The castle chef‍⁠​ is excellent.”

Before‌ long, dishes began​​​ arriving one after‍ another, filling the​‍​ long table.

“As⁠ you know, at⁠‍⁠ dawn tomorrow you’ll⁠⁠‍ depart with the⁠​​ cavalry order toward‍ the walls.”

“This​⁠ is my first​ time in Altrierc.‍​‍ How long will‌​ the journey take,‍⁠‌ approximately?”

“On‌ horseback, about two⁠‌ days.”

Most‍‌​ of the conversation​​‌ occurred between the‍ butler and Professor‌ Grad.

“And‌ what’s the situation‌‌​ like at the⁠⁠⁠ wall?”

“After‍‍ the initial great⁠‌‌ wave, things are⁠ relatively under control.‍‍​ There were critical⁠ moments when a thousand beasts attacked​⁠​ at once, but⁠ ever since the‍​ count and countess‍⁠ personally took the⁠ front, we’ve managed‍ to hold them​​ back.”

“I’m⁠ glad to hear‍ that.”

“However,​ the attacks are​ more frequent than​ before. Things are⁠ probably quite chaotic.”​

“That’s‍⁠ fine. That’s exactly‍ what we came​​ to experience.”

Dinner​‍ ended two hours‌ later.

“Ah,‌‍‌ you might have‌ the chance to‍ see what lies‌⁠​ beyond the walls.”⁠⁠‌

“Beyond?”‍

“The⁠ count believes the⁠ constant increase in​⁠ beasts may be⁠‍ due to a rift to the​ underworld. He’s preparing⁠‍⁠ an expedition to⁠‍⁠ seal it.”

His‍​ eyes briefly drifted‌‍⁠ toward Aint.

Fernan​⁠‌ immediately understood—the butler‌ was revealing that‌⁠⁠ information on purpose.‍⁠

‘He‌⁠ thinks Aint Armian‍ might be able‌‍ to locate the‌‍ rift.’

It​ made sense to⁠‌‍ place that hope⁠⁠ in him—a descendant⁠‌⁠ of the Armians,⁠‍ natural enemies of‌ demons. Surely, once⁠‍ they arrived, a meeting between Aint‌⁠ and the count‌​⁠ would be arranged.​‌

‘That‍‍⁠ can’t happen.’

Whether⁠‌ Aint had a method or not,‌‍‌ the one who⁠⁠ should take action​‌‌ was Fernan.

His‌⁠‍ goal was to‍‍ seize the opportunity,​ gain benefits, and‌⁠‍ hand over the​ credit to Aint.‍​​

When​ dinner ended and⁠‌ everyone was standing​‍ up, Fernan took‍ the chance to⁠⁠ discreetly hand an‌‌⁠ envelope to the⁠⁠ butler.

“What’s‍​ this?”

“I⁠​​ ask that you‌‌ deliver it personally⁠‌⁠ to the count.​​‌ It’s a proposal‌‍⁠ from me.”

“From‌ whom? Student Fernan⁠⁠ or Fernan Pellenberg?”‌

“The⁠⁠‍ second.”

The‍‌​ butler’s gaze hardened.‍‍

“May⁠‌‍ I read it⁠​ first?”

“I​‍⁠ actually want you⁠ to read it.‌ That way, you’ll⁠‌ understand how important⁠ it is.”

The​ man opened the‍‍ note cautiously, and​ his pupils widened.‍‌

“One​⁠⁠ of the problems⁠‍‌ you mentioned earlier—I⁠ can solve it.”⁠​​

He⁠ looked at Fernan‌ in disbelief, alternating⁠⁠ his gaze between​‍ him and the‌‌ paper.

“…This…”⁠​

“It’s⁠​ true.”

Fernan⁠ had written only​​‍ two lines.

【I⁠ wish to negotiate‌ with the count.⁠

I know the next​​ plan of the⁠ corrupt infiltrators in‌ Altrierc.】

Two‌ lines—enough to shake‌‍ the entire ruling⁠ family of Altrierc.⁠

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