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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Although‍ Fernan delivered the⁠ message, nothing happened‌ immediately.

The‍‌ border count it‌⁠​ was meant for⁠‍ was not in​‌ the region’s capital.‍​

A day passed, and‌‍‌ at dawn, Fernan‌ woke up. After​ washing and dressing,‌​ he heard a knock at the‍‌ door.

“Are⁠⁠ you awake?”

“Yes.”‌

“You‍‍‍ got up early.”​‌​

“I⁠‍ don’t think you’re‌‍ the one to‌‍ say that, after‍ heading out at‌⁠ dawn to swing‍ a sword.”

When‌​​ he opened the‌ curtains, the first⁠⁠‍ thing he had‌ seen was Luina⁠‌⁠ heading to the​ training yard with⁠​‍ her weapon.

“Any​ knight would do​​​ the same.”

“I‌‌ see.”

And‍​‍ not just her.‌‍ Aint, Armon, Alia,⁠‍ and Verian were​ there too.

All‌​ the students from‌ the Knight Department‌​ had used the‌‌‌ Altrierc training grounds⁠⁠​ to practice since⁠ dawn.

A good sign.

Because‍​​ regardless of what​‌‌ the prophecy book‌‌ said, all of‌ them would have‍​⁠ to face demons‌‌ sooner or later—unless⁠‌ they sold their​ souls and became‍​ corrupted.

“Looks​‍‍ like you motivated⁠‌ them.”

“Me?‌‌‍ I don’t think‍ so…”

“Top‍​​ of second year⁠​ in the Knight‌‍ Department.”

“Being‍‌⁠ first is important,‌‌‍ but not that​ much…”

“You‌ won the jousting‌ tournament. And also.”‍

“Also?”​

“You’ll​​‌ become a Royal‌⁠‍ Knight.”

“…You​⁠​ think I’ll make‌​‍ it?”

“Without​ a doubt.”

Fernan‍ replied without hesitation.‌‌⁠

“You’ll​⁠ become a Royal‍‍⁠ Knight, Luina. And‌ an outstanding one.”⁠‍⁠

Luina’s‍ face darkened again,‍‍ although she couldn’t⁠‍ hide the burning‌ desire that welled‍ up inside her.​⁠​

She⁠ held her breath⁠ and forcefully suppressed​⁠​ her racing heart.​

“I’m​ still far from‍ it. Compared to‌⁠‍ real Royal Knights,‍⁠ I’m just a firefly.”

“You‌​‍ think so?”

“But‍⁠⁠ I want to​​⁠ live up to​‌​ that faith. Because​​ of you.”

“That’s⁠ enough.”

Fernan⁠‌‍ handed her a chocolate.

“Want‍​⁠ one?”

“Where‍‍⁠ do you keep‌ getting these from?”‌‌

“Subspace.”‍⁠

“You​‍‍ always carry them?”​

“I​‍ don’t like sweets.”‍‍‌

“But‌‍ earlier you also‍ said the sam—”⁠

Suddenly,‍‌​ some chocolate crumbs‍​ slipped from Luina’s⁠​ hand and fell​​ to the ground.‌‍⁠

“…What⁠ do you mean​‌⁠ by that? Explain‍⁠⁠ yourself properly!”

Her‌‍‌ bewildered shout echoed​ behind Fernan.

***​‌‍

Before‍​‍ sunrise, the students⁠‌​ stood before fifty⁠‍ Iron Knights and⁠ two hundred soldiers.‌

“I​‍​ am Elion Sloth,⁠⁠⁠ captain of the‌​ Iron Order.”

He​ was a commanding⁠ man, with a firm presence.

“I’m‍‍‍ Professor Grad, from‍‌‌ the Academy. If⁠​ I’m not mistaken,⁠​ the Iron Order​ is the First⁠​ Order of Altrierc…”‌

“That’s​​​ correct. We are⁠⁠‍ proudly the First‍ Knight Order of⁠ Altrierc.”

Which‍ was to say,⁠ they were the‌​ strongest shield in‌‍‍ the region.

‘No‍⁠‌ wonder—they each commanded⁠‌ presence just by​​ standing there.’

He‌​‌ never imagined the​​‍ First Order would‍‌​ personally escort them.‌‍

But‌⁠‍ on second thought,‍‍ it made sense.⁠⁠⁠ Because the Academy‍‍ students weren’t just⁠ any visitors.

Look​​ at them.

— The heir of‍‌‌ the Pellenbergs.

— The daughter of​​ the Bercheffs.

— The daughter of​⁠ the Fridians.

— The prince of​​ Schwaben and the‌‌⁠ descendant of the‌‍⁠ Armians.

Five‍‍ direct lines from‌ the electors, plus​‌ houses like Kalburdern,⁠‍​ which couldn’t be⁠‍​ overlooked.

‘And⁠ if we count⁠‌ the professors, there’s‍⁠ also Rosalia of‍⁠ the Vienderks.’

If⁠‌ anything happened to​⁠ them, the consequences‌⁠ for Altrierc would‍‍‍ be incalculable.

“We’ll‍ depart now.”

“In‌ your hands.”

The‌‌ Altrierc administration provided‌⁠ horses, and since‍ riding was part‍ of basic training,⁠ all students could‍ ride.

Thus,‌‍ the 262 members​ of the group​ rode out from​ the region’s capital.‌⁠‌

“The‌⁠ horses are in‌‍ excellent condition.”

“They’re​ comparable to our‌‌ household’s.”

Both‍ Bercheff and Altrierc⁠‍​ had vast plains‌​ where herds were​ raised. Horses from⁠ those lands were‍​‍ known across the​‌ Empire as the​‍​ best.

‘With​ the war, demand⁠ will grow even⁠‍‌ more. We’ll have⁠ to breed as‍‍‍ many as possible.’‌

But‍ Bercheff had been⁠ devastated by monsters,⁠‌ and its horse⁠ breeding was in‌‌​ ruins.

One⁠​‌ of the Empire’s‌ three pillars had‍​⁠ fallen, and the⁠ only path forward​‌‍ was to open​ a new one‍ or restore what⁠ was lost.

‘It‌​ won’t be easy.​‍‌ Ideally, we’d reclaim⁠⁠ Bercheff, but…’

As⁠‌⁠ long as monsters‍⁠ still nested along‌ its northern border,‍‌‌ the territory remained‍ like a candle‍ in the wind.‌​

‘Even‍‍​ so, Bercheff must⁠⁠ endure.’

They⁠‌‌ couldn’t abandon fortresses‍⁠ and experience built​ over a thousand​ years. Even as⁠⁠​ a tactical retreat,‌⁠ leaving those lands‍‍ meant even greater​ risks.

Especially⁠ because—

‘If‌ Bercheff falls, the‍⁠ Empire loses two​ Royal Knights.’

Albinos‌ Bercheff, the border‍​ count.

And⁠ Luina Bercheff, future⁠‍⁠ Royal Knight.

Fernan⁠‌ knew. They’d rather‌ fall with their‍ land than abandon​‍‌ it.

‘But‍‌ how can it​ be done?’

Would⁠‌‍ it be a matter of pouring​ in unlimited money?‍​‍

With‌​​ what backing?

And‍⁠ even if invested,‍‍⁠ was there a guarantee it would​⁠​ work?

The‍‌ answer wasn’t simple.‌‍​

***‍​​

“…….”​‍

A pair of eyes​⁠‌ watched Fernan, lost⁠‍ in thought.

‘How‌‌‌ did it come⁠⁠‍ to this…?’

The⁠‌‍ owner of that‍⁠‍ gaze was Carlo⁠ Deneb. At the​⁠ start of the‍ semester, he never‍​⁠ imagined things would⁠ come to this.‍‌‍

If⁠⁠ he had lost⁠ first place to‍‍ Ludger Schwaben, he​⁠ could’ve accepted it‌ with resignation.

But…‍‍​ Fernan?

In‍​‌ first year, he‌⁠‍ barely placed tenth.​ Thinking it had‍‍ all been a farce still made‌ him shiver.

He​⁠ let himself be‍‍ fooled by his‌⁠ act and—

‘No,​ in the end,​ I simply wasn’t​ good enough.’

Even‍⁠ if Fernan had​ used artifacts or⁠ hidden himself, if‍ Carlo had been‌ strong enough, he‌ could have overcome‌‌‌ everything.

And​‍ later, Carlo ended‌‍‌ up using artifacts‍⁠​ too.

Still,‌ he couldn’t help‍⁠ but feel frustrated.​‌⁠

‘Aria‌‍ Fridian…’

He‌‍ turned his head.​​‍ There was Aria,‍‌ chatting with Aint⁠‍⁠ and Verian. More​‌ painful than losing⁠​ first place was​‌⁠ remembering that mistake.‍‌

‘Losing‍ to a first-year.’​​​

And‌‍‍ not even to‌⁠⁠ a saint of​‍ the Dragon Cult,‌ those anomalies born‌​‌ outside all standards.⁠⁠‍

To⁠ Aria Fridian.

Even⁠ if she was⁠​‍ from an elector‍ family, even if​ she was an‍ elf, even if‌​‍ back then he’d‍‌ been unbalanced because​⁠ of Fernan and‌ his mana flow⁠⁠‌ wasn’t stable—

‘I‍‌ should never have⁠‌⁠ lost to Aria‍‍‍ Fridian.’

Because​‍‌ of that shame,​‍​ he drank for⁠‍‌ the first time‌‌‍ in his life.‌​

He​ went against his‍‍‌ master’s teaching—that a mage must always​ keep a clear‍‍ mind.

But‌‌ it helped.

When‌⁠​ he looked at​ himself in the​ mirror, drunk, defeated​ by a junior—that​​ pathetic image woke​‍​ him up. It​‌‍ wasn’t the time‌ to drown in‌ alcohol, but to‍‌ devote himself more‌ seriously to magic.‍

That‌⁠‌ was the real​‍‍ reason he volunteered‌ for this expedition.‍‍

Sure,⁠ Fernan’s participation had​‌‍ pricked his pride,‍ but more than​‌ anything, it was​ to temper himself⁠‍ in battle—to never‍‍ experience that again.​

“Senior?⁠‌​ Do you need​‍ something from me?”⁠‌⁠

“No.”‍‌‌

“Ah,‍‌‍ has your wound⁠‌ healed? My spirit⁠‍⁠ was a bit‍‌‌ rough…”

“It’s‍ nothing.”

“Doesn’t⁠‍‌ seem like it.”​‍‍

“It‍⁠‍ won’t happen again—that​​‌ you defeat me.”‌⁠

“We’ll​‌ see. Don’t they​ say the first‌⁠⁠ time is hard,​‌ but the second‌​ is easy?”

Carlo⁠‌ barely held back‍​ the urge to​ fire a lightning‍ bolt right then.‍‌‌

“Go‍‌ away.”

“But‌⁠ you were the⁠ one staring at‌​ me like that.”⁠

“Are‌ all elves like​⁠ this?”

“Like‍ what?”

Carlo​​ brought a hand‌‍ to his forehead,‍‌​ wincing from a headache.

“Aint!⁠ Let’s fight again⁠​ when we make​‍⁠ camp.”

“Anytime.”​

“Jeez,​​ weren’t you way‍‌ below me when​‌ we enrolled?”

“And​ you’re still hung​​⁠ up on entrance⁠ rankings?”

Aint​‍ and Verian argued‍ animatedly.

“The‌‍⁠ last time doesn’t​⁠ count.”

“In‍‍ a fight, there’s⁠ no doesn’t count.⁠​‍ Win or lose—it’s⁠​​ that simple.”

“Aren’t​⁠​ you embarrassed?”

“Why​‌‌ should I be‍ ashamed of a legitimate victory?”

“I‍‌​ wasn’t in normal‌​​ condition.”

“That’s‍​​ your fault for‌‍‌ not taking care​⁠ of your body.”​

“…And‍‌ since when do‍⁠ you talk back⁠ so well?”

“Do‌ I have to‌‌‍ answer that too?”‌​

Almon,​‌ for his part,​‍ was still pestering​⁠ Luina, still bitter​​ about not being‌‍ able to finish‌ the jousting match.‍

“What‍‍‍ an entertaining sight.”‌‌

Ludger,‌ pulling on his⁠⁠ reins, watched the⁠ whole scene.

“I‌​ never thought I’d‌​​ see this.”

“You‍‍ say it’s fun,​‌‌ but you’re not⁠‌ smiling.”

“How⁠‍⁠ could I laugh,​‍​ Fernan? If I think about it,​ you’re the main‍ culprit.”

“Me?”​​‌

Fernan‍ shrugged.

“Yes,‍ you. You’re not‍⁠‌ even trying to‍ hide it anymore.⁠​‍ Is it because⁠‌‌ of the corrupted?”⁠

“You’re​‍ talking strangely.”

Fernan⁠ chuckled softly.

“Don’t‍‌ think that just‍ because you’re a prince, or because‌​‍ Schwaben is the‌‍ imperial family, I need to tiptoe‌‍‍ around you. I don’t have to‌‍⁠ live worrying about‌‍⁠ you.”

At‌‍​ first, he had⁠‌ acted cautiously, but​ that was because‌​ he still had⁠​ no certainty and⁠‌⁠ didn’t want to​‍ make unnecessary enemies.⁠‍

Now,​ things had gone‍‌‍ too far.

If​‌‍ the world was​‌⁠ at risk of​​‌ falling into the‍ hands of demons,‌‍ he had to‌‍ use all his‍‍​ resources to support‌‍ Aint.

“Of‌​‌ course, I know⁠​‍ that. But I’m‍ curious…”

Ludger’s​ voice grew serious.​‍

“…What⁠‍ you plan to⁠⁠⁠ do by using‍ Armian.”

“I’m‍ forging a better‍ weapon to hunt‌⁠⁠ demons. You can’t⁠‍‌ kill an ox‌​‍ with a chicken‍‌ knife.”

“That’s⁠ a legend from​​ a thousand years‌⁠ ago. The Armians‍ already lost their‍ secret sword, their‌​ pride, and their​‌ legacy.”

Fernan‌‍‍ didn’t bother provoking‍‍ him further. If​​ Schwaben seriously decided‍⁠ to interfere with‍​‌ Aint, everything would⁠‌ become more troublesome.‌‌⁠

“That​ may be true.‍ But even half⁠​ a legacy is‍‍‍ better than none.”​⁠​

“Well,​‌ better that than‌⁠ nothing, yes.”

“And​⁠ you? Do you‌​ really see Aint‍‌ Armian as a threat?”

“Of‍‌ course not. He​ might be annoying,​ but comparing him‍‌​ to Schwaben is​⁠​ ridiculous.”

Even‍‍⁠ if Aint was⁠ talented, that wouldn’t‌‌‌ make him emperor.‌‍ Without power behind​ him, he was​⁠‍ just a descendant​ of a fallen⁠ family.

The‍‍‌ first emperor had⁠⁠​ the Armian kingdom⁠‍ behind him, but​⁠⁠ Aint only had⁠⁠⁠ a ruined lineage.⁠⁠​

“No‍ matter how much⁠⁠ the corrupted stir‌ things up, with​​ an incomplete legacy,​⁠ he won’t get‌​‍ far.”

And⁠⁠ yet, there was‌‍ a symbol in⁠⁠‍ him.

And​ if a wealthy‌ backer decided to‌​​ exploit that symbol,‌ he could become‌ troublesome.

Ludger’s‍ eyes turned cold.​​ Fernan sensed the​ hidden anger in​‍ his gaze.

“What‌ was it again?⁠ That Pellenberg saying…”‍

“‘Make⁠ no enemies, only​‍‌ money.’”

“That⁠‌​ one.”

“And⁠ I still follow​‍ it.”

“I‍‍ know. I trust​ that…”

“Stop​⁠ right there!”

The​ voice of the‍‍⁠ knights at the​ front interrupted their‍‌⁠ conversation.

“We’ll‍‍ set up camp​‌⁠ here. If we‍⁠⁠ depart at dawn,​‍‍ we’ll reach the‌ wall before noon.”‌‌‌

The⁠​​ sun was setting,⁠ and the soldiers‌‌ began preparing the‌ camp.

“This​ is also part​‍ of your training,‍​ so you’ll set⁠ up camp yourselves.​​ Ask the soldiers‍‍​ if you need⁠⁠ help.”

“Yes!”​‍⁠

The‍ students helped pitch⁠‌‌ tents and dig⁠‌⁠ drainage trenches.

Fernan,⁠‍‌ using magic, did⁠⁠ his part while‌⁠ inspecting the surroundings.‍

They‌‍ were on a mountain slope, with‌⁠ a high plain​‌ large enough to​​‌ hold hundreds of‌​ people.

Not​ far off rose​​‍ jagged cliffs.

‘It’s‌‍‌ here.’

According‌‌ to the prophecy‍‌ book, between those‍‌‍ cliffs was the​​ Itarium. Ludger would⁠‍​ find it during⁠⁠ the night patrol,‌‌ claim discovery rights,‌ and take the‍‍‍ leaves and fruit.⁠

Meanwhile,‌⁠ Aint would secretly‍ obtain the root,​‍ which held the⁠⁠‍ highest concentration of‌‌ mana.

That‍‍ was the key‍‍‌ to this episode.​

Fernan‍⁠​ was clear on‌ it.

‘I’ll‌ let Ludger have‌ the leaves and‌ fruit. The root‍ will go to⁠​ Aint.’

And​‍ that was enough.‌​‌ He didn’t want‍‍‌ to risk a future where Aint​‌ was weakened and‌​⁠ unable to defeat⁠⁠⁠ the demons.

As⁠ they finished setting​​ up, Professor Grad‌⁠ gathered the students​⁠ again.

“Exploring‌⁠ and surveying the‍‍ surroundings is essential.⁠​‍ It’s also valuable⁠‍ experience. The soldiers‍ will go on​ patrols—we need volunteers‌‍ to accompany them.”​‌⁠

“I’ll‍⁠⁠ go.”

Fernan⁠ raised his hand‌‍‌ without hesitation.

Ludger,‍⁠ who was about⁠‌⁠ to do the⁠​ same, lowered his‌‌‌ hand with a frown.

“I’ll​⁠‌ go too.”

“And​​⁠ me!”

In⁠⁠ the end, Luina‍​‍ and Aria volunteered.‍‍‌

“One‍‌⁠ is enough. Luina⁠​ will go.”

“Understood.”⁠‌‍

Thus,‍​ Fernan and Luina​⁠ armed themselves and‍​‍ joined the patrol.​⁠‍

“Follow⁠‍‍ us and observe‍ how we track.⁠⁠ Ask whatever questions​ you want.”

“Yes.”‍

“Yes.”​⁠​

The‌ ten-man detachment set‌‍ out at full‍‍⁠ speed. The trained⁠ horses ran effortlessly‍ even on the‌ mountain terrain.

“What​⁠ are you plotting?”⁠​‍ Luina murmured beside‍‍ him.

“What?”​‍⁠

“You‍⁠ never do anything‍ that doesn’t benefit‍‌‌ you. What do⁠‍​ you expect to⁠​‌ gain?”

“…It’s​‍​ nothing.”

He‌​‌ felt like she‌‍​ had read his⁠‌‍ mind and turned⁠⁠⁠ away.

The‍‌‍ patrol focused on⁠​ searching for monster‌​ tracks.

“It’s⁠ not common, but‌‌ sometimes some manage⁠‌ to slip past‌⁠‌ the wall.”

“So​​⁠ the wall doesn’t​⁠​ cover everything.”

“Actually,‌⁠⁠ it’s called that,‍⁠‍ but it’s made‌‍ up of several‍ fortresses at key​⁠ points. It doesn’t‌⁠ span the entire​ territory.”

“I‌‌ see.”

That⁠‍‍ was when Fernan​ saw it.

[Between⁠⁠‌ three cliffs forming‍‍ a kind of⁠‌‍ trident.]

There⁠​ they were, ahead—the​​ trident-shaped cliffs.

“How​ about we check⁠ there? Looks like⁠‍‍ a good monster⁠⁠​ hideout.”

“Let’s‌‌ go.”

They‌ ventured into the‍‍ ravine formed by‍‍ the rocks.

According​ to the book,‌ the Itarium should‍ be there, with‌ roots embedded in‌ stone.

It‍‍⁠ should be there.‍⁠

It​​​ should…

“…What?”​​‍

“Something​ wrong?”

“No,​‍‍ nothing…”

Why​‌‍ wasn’t it there?‍⁠

Even‌​ when he infused‌‍ mana into his​‌‌ eyes to check,⁠ he found nothing.⁠‍​

Only‌​​ traces remained—empty cavities​​ in the rock,​ proof that someone‍ had already pulled‍‍​ up even the⁠​‍ roots.

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