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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Why⁠‍ wasn’t it there?‌‌

Why‍⁠ had it disappeared?​⁠​

Why?​⁠​

Why⁠⁠ the hell?

‘…….’​⁠​

Until⁠ now, the prophecy⁠ book had never​​ been wrong.

Well,⁠​‍ yes, once or‌ twice—but that had⁠ only been due​ to the butterfly‍ effect Fernan himself​‍ had triggered.

But⁠‌​ this time was​‍ different.

The‌‍ elixir should have‍ been firmly rooted⁠⁠ in the rock,⁠⁠ and there was‍‌ no reason for⁠⁠⁠ it to suddenly⁠ vanish.

Had‌ it never existed​ in the first⁠‌ place?

‘Does‍ that even make‌⁠ sense…?’

Lately,‍ he had been‌‌ relying too much​ on the prophecy⁠‌ book, and he‍​‍ knew it—but how‌‌‍ could he not?‍⁠‌

Even‌​ when altered a little by his‍‍ own actions, everything‌ it narrated was⁠ true.

‘Could‌ it be…?’

Fernan​‍‍ hastily infused mana‍​‌ into his eyes.​​

And‌⁠ then he understood.‌​⁠

It‍‍ wasn’t that it‍​‍ wasn’t there.

On‍ one of the‌⁠ rock walls, there‌‌⁠ was a hole—a​‍ crevice that ran⁠‍ deep, as if​ roots had grown​‍ there.

Not‌ only had the‍ leaves and fruit‍ been taken, but⁠ even the tiniest​​​ root. Nothing remained.‌

‘Which‍‍ damned bastard dared‍‍ to steal what’s‌ mine…!’

“…Is‍‌​ something wrong?”

Seeing​⁠ Fernan staring silently‌ at the destroyed‍⁠ rock, one of‌‍ the patrol members⁠⁠ asked, puzzled.

“…Looks‌⁠ like there are⁠⁠⁠ strange marks over‍​ there.”

“Over‌ there…?”

“It’s⁠⁠⁠ true, looks like⁠‌‍ something was embedded‍ and was torn‍‌ out. Could it‌‍⁠ be a monster?”‍⁠

The‍​‍ soldiers began to‍‌ examine the traces,‍‍ but beyond concluding​‍ that something had⁠​⁠ been rooted there,‌ they couldn’t deduce​ anything else.

“Looks​ more like a plant had taken‌​⁠ root… but how​‍‌ could a root​ pierce through rock?”⁠‌

“Then​ it must have​ been torn out⁠‍‌ by a monster​‍ or a beast.”​

Since‍⁠ the Itarium was‌‌‍ an extremely rare‌‍ plant, none of​‍ the soldiers recognized⁠​‍ what had been‌⁠ there just from​‌‌ the marks.

“We’d⁠ better head back.​⁠​ We’ve checked enough.”‍‌

“Alright.”⁠⁠⁠

And⁠​‍ with that, the​‌‍ patrol ended.

***⁠​

Everyone⁠‌‍ was asleep.

Professor​ Grad had ordered‌‍ rotating watch duty⁠ so the students​ could also experience⁠ that part, and⁠ Fernan immediately volunteered‍⁠ for the first‌⁠ shift.

Sitting‌⁠‌ by the fire,​⁠ he watched the​‍ flames dance as‌​​ he thought.

The⁠ disappearance of the‌‌ Itarium could only⁠‍‍ be due to⁠‍ two possibilities.

‘Either⁠⁠ my actions caused⁠‌ a butterfly effect​‌ and someone else‍⁠ found it first…’‌

Or—‍

‘For‌‌ the first time,‍‌ the prophecy book‌‍‍ was wrong.’

The‍ marks on the‌ rock proved the​‌ Itarium had existed.​

But​⁠​ what if the‍​ book didn’t follow​ the normal flow​⁠‌ of time? What​‍ if Aint had​⁠ found the Itarium⁠​‍ much earlier, and⁠‌​ because of my​ interference, it was⁠‌ delayed so much‌‌‌ that someone else‌​⁠ took it first?⁠

‘But​⁠​ then, wouldn’t it‌‍ be stranger that‌‌ up until now,​ everything had matched⁠ the timeline…?’

A sharp pain pierced‌⁠ his head.

‘It’s‍⁠‌ another variable. But⁠ it’s not the‍‍ first one.’

The​ sudden summoning of‌​ Andromalius had been‍ one.

The‌‌ unexpected appearance of‌⁠ Gismond Ert, which‌ ruined my wager‍⁠ plans, had been⁠⁠‍ another.

‘…Wait.’‍‌​

Gismond?‍‌

‘They​ said his sudden⁠ rise in power‌‍‌ was because of⁠ the elixirs, right?’‍

He‍ had always believed‍‌‍ it was due​​⁠ to demonic energy.⁠ That he had‌​‌ become corrupted and‌​⁠ powered up instantly.​

That‌ was the only‌⁠​ explanation possible at‍ the time.

But‌‌⁠ Aint had told⁠ him it was‍ actually because of‌⁠⁠ the elixirs. That‌ his body had​​‍ been saturated with‌​ mixed energies from‌ various origins.

‘What‌​ if one of​ those was Itarium?’⁠‍

The​ probability was low,‍ but not impossible.‌⁠

‘The​​ final report on​ Gismond should arrive‍​ soon—I’ll have to⁠⁠‍ go over it​‍ carefully.’

At​ that moment, he⁠ was interrupted.

“It’s‌⁠‌ time to switch​ shifts. Wake up⁠​ the next watch‍‍‍ and hand over⁠ your post.”

“Right.”‌⁠

Coincidentally,​​⁠ the next was‍​‌ Aint.

“Aint,​​ wake up. It’s⁠‌ your turn.”

“Ah…‍⁠ yeah.”

With‌‌‍ sleepy eyes, Aint⁠‍‌ got up and‍ started getting ready.‍⁠

Fernan⁠ watched him silently,​‍ then asked in⁠​ a low voice:‍‍⁠

“You⁠‍ said no demonic​‍ energy was found​ in Gismond, right?”‍⁠

“Eh?‍​⁠ Ah, yeah. Senior‍​ Gismond wasn’t corrupted.⁠‌‌ He had just⁠‌ consumed too many⁠⁠ elixirs. Though no⁠⁠​ one knows how​‌​ he got so‍ many and took​‌‍ them to the‌‍ limit.”

“Rare‌ elixirs, then? Do‍​‌ you know exactly‌‍‍ which ones?”

“Not​‍⁠ all… but some,⁠ yeah.”

Aint‌⁠​ nodded.

“Then,‍​‍ can you confirm‍​​ if Itarium was⁠⁠​ among them?”

“Itarium?”‌⁠

— It was.

Aint⁠ furrowed his brow,‍‌ thought for a moment, and answered⁠​⁠ confidently.

“Yes,⁠‌‌ it was.”

“…Really?”⁠⁠

“Yeah.‍ But why do‍‍⁠ you ask all‍​ of a sudden?”​

“…Nothing.‍ Doesn’t matter.”

So​⁠‍ it was. It​ was there.

As‍ Aint finished preparing‌​‍ for his watch,⁠⁠ he didn’t notice‌‍ Fernan’s expression.

***‌

The​‌⁠ next day

Aside⁠​⁠ from the loss​‍⁠ of the elixir,⁠ the night passed‌​⁠ without incident.

In⁠ the morning, they⁠​⁠ broke camp, and‌​‌ by noon they‌⁠​ reached the great‌ wall of Altrierc.⁠‌

“This‌ is the pride​​ of Altrierc—its wall.”‌‍⁠

Before​‌ their eyes stood‍⁠ a colossal fortress,‌​‍ like a wall⁠⁠⁠ that split the⁠⁠ world.

But​​​ that construction wasn’t⁠‌ the entire wall—just‍‍ one of its‍⁠ segments.

Seven​⁠ fortresses, built at​‍‌ strategic points, joined⁠ together as a defensive line to‌‌ protect the Empire.​

And​‌‍ the one they‌ had reached was‌​‌ the closest to‌​⁠ Artc, the capital:‌⁠⁠ Medierc, the largest‍ of them all.‍⁠⁠

“Welcome.‍ Medierc welcomes the‌ Academy students.”

The‍ gates of the​ fortress opened wide.⁠​

***​‌​

“I’ll⁠‌‌ show you where‍⁠⁠ you can rest.”‍

Right‌​ after arriving at‍ the fortress, the‌‍ Academy’s delegation separated‌‍ from the Iron‌ Knights.

The⁠ fortress didn’t have⁠​⁠ as many amenities‍​⁠ as the feudal​ lord’s castle in​⁠ Artc, and the‍ Academy students were‌ assigned an entire‌‌ annex.

“Young⁠​ master.”

As​⁠‌ they headed toward‍‌ the annex, someone​‍‍ slipped in beside‍​ Fernan.

“Rapelle?”​‌‍

“Young‌⁠ master, a moment,​ this way.”

Rapelle​​ discreetly pulled him‌ aside. Professor Grad‍​⁠ noticed but said‌‍ nothing.

“It’s‍⁠​ been a while,‌‍‌ young master.”

“Rapelle,⁠‍ yes, it has‌ been a while.”​‍‌

Altrierc‍​​ and the Pellenberg⁠​​ family had maintained​‌ commercial relations for⁠ a long time,⁠‌ and because of‌ that, Fernan had⁠⁠ some familiarity with​​‌ various people there.‌​

Rapelle​‌ was one of⁠ them—a knight of⁠‍ Altrierc.

“It’s‍ nothing urgent, but​ His Lordship wishes⁠​ to see you⁠​ before meeting the‍‌ others.”

“Oh,‌ really?”

He‍‌‌ already knew this‍ moment would come.‍

“Let’s‍ go.”

“Yes.”​

Rapelle‌‍ escorted him to⁠‌ the entrance of​ the office in‌‍ the fortress.

“My‌ lord, young master​ Fernan has arrived.”⁠⁠

“Let​ him in.”

A voice responded from​⁠​ within after the⁠⁠ guard’s announcement.

Creak.‍‍

The‍​‍ count of Altrierc​‌⁠ was a middle-aged⁠‌​ man, with a sober and solemn⁠​‌ appearance.

His⁠ brown hair was⁠ neatly combed back.‌⁠ At that moment,​​​ he was reviewing‌‍⁠ piles of documents⁠ and signing them​​‌ one by one.⁠

Fernan⁠​ bowed respectfully.

“It’s​​ an honor to⁠ see you again,⁠⁠ Count.”

“What⁠ do you want?”‍

The​ count didn’t look‌‍ up and spoke‌ curtly.

“Straight‌ to the point?”‍

“Wasn’t‌​⁠ that the reason​​ you handed this⁠⁠ note to the‌​ steward?”

The​‌​ count pushed the​​‍ papers aside.

Tap.⁠​ The note fell⁠⁠⁠ in front of‍ Fernan.

It‌⁠ was the same‍ paper he had‌‍​ handed to the​‍‍ steward, the message⁠⁠‍ in which he‍⁠​ requested a transaction⁠​ concerning the Inquisitors.​⁠⁠

“So‌ you believe me?”⁠‌‌

“Only‍ a fool would‌‌‍ use a lie⁠ that can be⁠⁠‍ easily uncovered to‌ deceive others. And​‍ the more one‍‌ has to lose,⁠‍ the more one​⁠​ knows how foolish‌​ such a risk‌‍ would be.”

“I‍‌ didn’t think you‍‍‍ held me in​ such high regard.”‌‍‌

“It’s​‍‌ not you I hold in regard,‌⁠‍ but the Pellenberg⁠⁠ family.”

Fernan‌ gave a half-smile.‌ The count claimed​ it was different,‌​ but both knew​ the truth—Fernan would​‌ one day be​​​ the head of⁠ House Pellenberg.

“Then⁠​ tell me, what‍‍‍ is it you‌ want?”

“I​⁠ want the Order⁠ of the Iron‍ Knights, the Order‍​ of the Wildblood⁠ Knights, and one‌​ thousand soldiers.”

These‌​‌ were Altrierc’s proudest‍ knightly orders.

“And⁠ what for?”

The‍‌ count didn’t say​ no.

“I‍‍‍ want to lead‍‌ them to eliminate​‌‌ the target of​‍ the transaction.”

“So​ Altrierc puts in‍⁠⁠ the effort and​‍‌ Pellenberg takes the‌‌‍ glory?”

“No.”​

Fernan​ shook his head.‍

“I⁠​ have no ambition​‌‍ for glory. For‌‌‌ money, perhaps, yes.”‌

“Glory​​ becomes money.”

“In‍ this case, glory⁠ would bring more⁠‍ trouble than wealth.”​‌

It⁠⁠‍ would be the⁠‌ first open confrontation‍⁠ with an Inquisitor.​⁠⁠ It would save​‍‌ Altrierc, even the‌‌⁠ Kingdom of Alprosen.‍‍ That would make‍​⁠ someone a hero.⁠‌ And heroes always‍ attract as many​​ expectations as enemies.​

“Then?”‍⁠

“I‌ won’t be the‌ one to lead.”⁠

“Who​⁠​ then?”

“Aint⁠ Armian.”

The​⁠ count’s hand, which‍⁠​ had been stroking⁠⁠ his chin, stopped.‍​ A slight furrow‌⁠⁠ formed on his‍‌‍ forehead.

A second of silence.‌‍‍ Then, the conversation‌‍⁠ resumed.

“Boy.”‍​

His‍​ gaze turned cold.‍‍​

“You’re‍⁠ coveting too much.”⁠​

“No.”⁠​‌

“How⁠‌​ not?”

“I‍​​ have no grand⁠ plans of putting​ Armian on the⁠‍​ throne.”

“Don’t‍‍⁠ play word games.⁠⁠ We’ve supported Schwaben​⁠⁠ in the last​‌ three elections.”

“So‍​⁠ have we.”

“We’re‌‌‍ not unhappy with​‍ the situation. Schwaben‍‌ promised us more‍ support, and they’re​‍​ delivering.”

War⁠ consumed resources. Even​​​ if most were​ minor conflicts, sustaining‌ such campaigns for⁠ over half a year was no​​⁠ small feat.

“We⁠ also gained great​ benefits from Schwaben.‍​ Thanks to that,‌⁠‌ we’ve profited even​​​ more.”

“And​⁠‌ now you say‍​ you’d abandon Schwaben​ for a ruined⁠‍​ Armian.”

“As‌⁠⁠ I said, I don’t plan to‌ make him emperor.”‍​​

“Speak​ plainly.”

“This‍​ continent needs a hero.”

The‍​ count watched him⁠‍​ silently, prompting him‍‍ to continue.

“Do‌ you think this⁠‌⁠ wave of monsters⁠ is just coincidence?”​

“I’m⁠ well aware the​ Inquisitors are behind​‍ this.”

“But​‌ that’s only a supposition. You don’t⁠‌ know how many‌‌‌ there are, or‍‌​ how long they’ve​‍ been gathering strength.”‌‍

There‌⁠ was no proof.‌‍‍ Altrierc had not‌‍ unmasked a single‌​ one. But Fernan‌ had.

“The‌ academy’s headmaster must‌‌‌ have already informed‌⁠​ you that demons‍ and corrupted were⁠‌⁠ discovered in the⁠⁠‌ academy.”

“That’s​ correct.”

“Twelve‍‌ in total. They‍‌ had three bases​​​ there. Do you‍⁠ believe that’s just​⁠​ coincidence?”

Fernan‌ held his gaze.‍ A subtle pressure‍​⁠ filled the air.‌‌

“Then…”⁠

The‍ pressure vanished as‌‍‌ if it had‌ never existed.

“What⁠‌⁠ you’re claiming is​​​ that demons will​ descend upon this⁠‌ land once more.”‌

“The​ Inquisitors, who remained⁠‍ hidden for a thousand years, are‍ now rising as⁠​⁠ if they’ve been⁠‌‌ waiting. Would they‍‌ do that without‍ preparation and a common goal?”

“And​​‌ you think the​⁠ dog should be⁠‌⁠ unleashed against its‍‌ own master?”

“Knights⁠ know better than‌‌ anyone how to⁠‍​ fight. How can​‍ you expect to​⁠‌ hunt a bull‌‌‌ with a chicken​⁠ knife?”

“Usually‍‍ it’s the other​ way around.”

“The⁠ world doesn’t always‍‍‍ flow in one​ direction.”

Fernan‍‍ shrugged boldly. The‌‍ count stared at​‌ him silently for⁠‌ a moment.

“…Fine.”‌

The‍‌​ count nodded.

“Since​‍⁠ the academy has‌‍​ sent students, I’ll‍ make all of⁠‍ them participate.”

“A​​ wise decision.”

“You’re⁠​​ not asking why​⁠‍ not only Aint⁠ Armian.”

“And⁠​​ you’re not asking⁠‌ why I’m not‌⁠ arguing with you.”‌​​

“Don’t​​​ you think that‌⁠‍ strategy’s too cliché?⁠‍‌ It’s an old​‍ method—it stinks.”

“If‌‌⁠ it still works,⁠ it’s because it’s⁠‌‌ proven. And it‌⁠ just worked again,‌​ didn’t it?”

“How‍​ shameless.”

Fernan​‌ already knew it‌​⁠ couldn’t be just​‍ Aint who stood​ out.

The‍⁠⁠ count let out‌​⁠ an incredulous chuckle.​⁠⁠

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