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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 86

Chapter 86

The​⁠‌ Count of Altrierc‌ stroked his chin‍‌ and asked.

“What‍ kind of person​ is Aint Armian?”‍⁠

“He⁠‍ is someone who⁠ can become a blade worthy of⁠⁠ hunting bulls.”

“So​ even a merchant‌​‌ recognizes his worth.”‍​​

That⁠ was the highest‌​‍ of compliments.

“Go‍‍ to the private⁠‍‌ residence. Katrina has‍‍‍ been waiting to⁠​ see you for‍‌⁠ a while.”

“How‌ is the Countess?”⁠

“I​ don’t understand what‌⁠‌ she likes about‍⁠ someone trying to‌‍ devour the foundations‌‌ of our family…”⁠‍

“Raising‌​ a new pillar​⁠ and sharing it‌⁠⁠ is not devouring,‌‍​ it’s a legitimate‌‍ distribution of profits.”‌

The​​‍ Count waved his‌​ hand dismissively, as‍​ if he didn’t​ want to hear‌ more, and dismissed⁠‍⁠ him.

“Oh,‌‍​ but before you‍ go.”

His​ gaze changed.

“You‍ still haven’t told‌ me what the⁠ price is for​‌ mobilizing my knights.⁠ Nor how you⁠​‌ found out about⁠‍​ it.”

“That‍ is a secret⁠​‍ of my family,⁠ I cannot reveal‍⁠‍ it.”

Although,​‌⁠ in truth, it​⁠ was a personal‍ secret.

“As⁠‌⁠ you may already⁠‍ suspect, the monster⁠‍ hordes didn’t emerge​⁠ naturally—they were summoned‍‌ by the Corrupt.⁠‍‌ And that summoning‌‌ requires sacrifices.”

So⁠​‌ then, my lord.‌

“Do​⁠ you know where‍‍​ the surviving desert​‌⁠ clans are located?”‌‌

***​‌‍

Clack.​

As⁠ he exited and​ closed the door,⁠​​ Fernan remembered something⁠⁠ he had forgotten.​

‘Ah,⁠‌ I forgot about⁠⁠​ the mines.’

Well,​‌⁠ maybe it didn’t⁠​‍ matter.

In‌​ a context like⁠⁠‍ this, he couldn’t​⁠ propose developing mines,​‍ and he hadn’t‌⁠ yet come up‍​‍ with an offer‌‍ attractive enough to​‍‍ tempt the Count.‍⁠

He⁠ still had time.‌

At‍ least there was​‌ no risk of⁠‌ someone coming to‍ steal the mines‌‌​ from him.

At‌‌​ that moment, he‍‍‍ crossed paths on‍ the stairs with​‌ a man.

“Fernan?”​‌

“Ludger.”‍⁠

“The​⁠ Count seems to​​ enjoy unpleasant things.”‌

The‌ two exchanged glances‍‌ charged with tension.​

‘So​‌‌ after me, his‍⁠ private audience is⁠ with Ludger…’

And‌⁠​ they had even⁠⁠ made sure they‍ crossed paths. It‌ was far too‍​​ deliberate.

‘There’s​ been some dispute⁠ recently between Altrierc‌‌‌ and Schwaben…’

He​ had heard there‌⁠​ had. That meant‍‍ all this was‍‌⁠ just a political‍ display.

And‍ in the process,‍‍ the Count had‌ used him.

‘Hm.’⁠

Well,​​ things like that⁠‌​ could be overlooked‍​ if he considered‍ the relationship they⁠ already had and​⁠⁠ the one they‍ could still build.‌‍‍

In‍‌ the end, those‌‍ small accumulated details‌⁠ turned into a large debt, and‍⁠ exploiting it all​ at once was‍⁠ more profitable.

“Let’s‍‍​ go, young master.”‌‌

“Yes.”​⁠‌

Passing‍‌ by Ludger, Fernan​​ reached another door‌‌‍ with Rapelle.

“Come‍‌ in.”

Before‍‌ he could knock,⁠‍ a female voice‌‌‌ sounded from inside.⁠‍

Upon‍‌​ entering, he saw⁠ a woman with‍ her legs crossed,​‌​ gazing out the‌‍ window.

Her‍⁠‍ black hair fell⁠ to her waist,​ her skin was‍‌ slightly sun-kissed, and⁠⁠‍ her blue eyes⁠​ sparkled like sapphires.​

It‌⁠ was Katrina of‍​ Altrierc, the lady‌‌ of the house.‌​

“Welcome.⁠ Coffee? Or tea?”‌‌

“Will‍ you serve it​ yourself?”

“Consider​‍ yourself lucky. Not⁠ even the most‍​‍ arrogant prince-electors taste⁠⁠ a cup poured​‍ by me.”

“Then​​‍ it’s an honor.”‍

Fernan‌ sat across from‍‌ her.

“You‌ don’t look well.⁠‌ They say you​⁠ faced a Demon.”⁠

“It​ wasn’t that serious.‌​ It wasn’t as‍ impressive as it⁠ seemed.”

“Really?”⁠​

“Really.”⁠‍

The​‍‌ coffee the Countess‍ served him was​‍ delicious.

“The⁠ aroma is excellent.”​

“It’s‌​ from the beans‍‍ you gave me.‍ Don’t you remember?”⁠‍‍

“You‌ still haven’t finished⁠ them?”

“You‍⁠ know I prefer​ liquor over this.”‍​

“That’s‌ why I came⁠‍ prepared. Here I have an Orbis,​ a 55-year vintage,‌‍ the pride of‍ Fridian.”

Fernan⁠ pulled a bottle⁠‍ from his subspace.‌

“It⁠ seems you’ve been​‍ distancing yourself from​​‍ Schwaben lately.”

The‍⁠​ Countess raised an⁠⁠​ eyebrow as she‍‌‍ accepted the liquor.⁠

“What​‌ makes you think​​‍ that?”

“The‌‌ Count received me⁠​ before Ludger. That’s⁠⁠‌ no small matter.”‍‍‍

It‍‌ might seem trivial,‌‍ but among nobles,⁠​ hierarchy and prestige‍ were very strict‌‌ matters.

Even‌ though the prince-electors​⁠‍ chose the emperor,‌ and even if​ they could match⁠​ imperial power, the​‌​ emperor was still‍ the emperor.

Under‍​‍ normal conditions, the​‍‍ Count should have‍‌ seen Ludger first,‍​​ not him.

“That’s‍​‍ right.”

Katrina​‌ nodded calmly.

“Maybe‍‌ it’s because after‌⁠​ three consecutive coronations,‌ Schwaben has grown​‌ too arrogant.”

It​⁠‍ wasn’t that they⁠⁠ desired the throne—they‌ simply didn’t want⁠ to be mere​ vassals.

“Hearing​‌⁠ so much about‍⁠​ their obsession with⁠⁠‍ securing the throne​‍ is exhausting.”

The‌ imperial succession wasn’t⁠‌⁠ hereditary, but decided‌​​ by the vote‌⁠ of the prince-electors.⁠

That‍‌‌ inevitably empowered the‍ nobility.

“So‍‌‌ don’t play dumb.​⁠ I admitted it‌ only because I know they used‍‌‍ you.”

In⁠ the midst of​⁠‌ that subtle warning,‌⁠​ Fernan pulled an‌‌ elegant box from⁠‌‌ his subspace.

“A​‌ gift for you,‌ my lady.”

“Oh,‌⁠ is there still​​ room for gifts‌​​ between us?”

Despite​‍ her words, she‍ pounced on the‍​‍ box with the⁠ speed of a hawk catching its‌⁠ prey.

Click.‍⁠‍ Several fine glass⁠​ bottles were revealed.‍⁠⁠

“What‌‍ is this?”

“The⁠‍ new cosmetics from​⁠‌ the Flos brand,⁠​​ from the Golden⁠​ Turtle Company.”

Flos‍ was the company’s‍ luxury line.

“This​ one brightens and‌‌ softens the skin.‍‌ This perfume enhances⁠ the body’s natural​‌​ scent. And this‌ shampoo leaves hair‌‍⁠ shiny and silky.”‌

“And⁠ this one?”

“This‌ one has the​ effects you’ve long⁠‍‍ desired, my lady.”‌​​

“Really?”‌​​

The⁠‍⁠ Countess’s eyes lit‌ up. She uncapped​⁠⁠ a bottle and‍​ applied a bit‌​​ to her palms,​‌​ rubbing them together.⁠‍

But⁠​⁠ there was no‌ immediate change—her hands‌ remained marked by‌‍‍ calluses and scars.​‌

“I‌‌ don’t feel anything.”​‍​

“You⁠‌‌ already know. Cosmetics⁠‌​ don’t work miracles‍ in a single​‌ use. I can’t‍​ promise the marks⁠​⁠ will vanish completely,‌‌⁠ but after using‌​ the whole bottle,​​​ the difference will‍ be noticeable.”

“I’ll⁠‍‍ trust you.”

The‍‍ Countess closed the‍‌⁠ box with a satisfied expression.

“And‌ what about Emond?”‍⁠‌

“He’s‍ doing well. He’s⁠‍‍ already established himself​ as a teacher.”‍‍⁠

“Of​‍⁠ course—who do you⁠⁠‍ think his parents‍‌ are?”

“And​ Alcmion?”

“He’s⁠​​ in Falansia.”

Falansia‍​ was one of​ the seven fortresses​‌‌ along the wall.‌‍‍ And also, on​​ the most dangerous⁠‌‍ line.

“He⁠ must be having‌ a hard time.”​​

“Young‌⁠‍ people must be⁠⁠​ forged through hardship.”‍‍

“He’ll‌‌ enter the Academy‍⁠​ next year, right?”‌‌

“That’s⁠​ not certain. If⁠ he doesn’t have​​‌ enough talent, he⁠​‍ might fail.”

“Impossible.”⁠​​

Alcmion‍⁠‌ was considered the‍⁠‍ most talented of‍ the Count’s descendants.‍ Even if he‍ wasn’t without his‌⁠ issues, the idea​ of him failing‍‌​ was absurd.

“I‍‌ think he’ll make‌ it.”

“You’re⁠ his senior. I’d​‌ like you to‍ guide him well.”‌​‌

“I​ will.”

The​‍ conversation continued animatedly.‌⁠

***‌

It‌‌⁠ is often said‍​​ that the Academy​ is the cradle‌‍ of the Empire.‍‌

And‌​ it was true.⁠ Not every inhabitant⁠ of the Empire‌⁠ could attend, but‍‌⁠ most of those‍‍​ with talent passed‌ through its halls.⁠‍

In‍‌ Altrierc, outstanding knights‍‍​ were abundant, and‍​ naturally, many were⁠⁠ graduates of the​‌⁠ Academy.

Even‍​‍ those who had⁠‍ already left continued‍​‌ to show great⁠​ interest in the‍‍ institution.

“Pleased‍ to meet you,‍​ I’m Creffin. I’m‍ an instructor of⁠⁠‍ the knight academy​‌ students of Altrierc.”‌

Grad‍​ entered the annex‍‌ alongside Creffin.

“I’ve‍‌ brought him for​‌‍ a practice duel.‍⁠ As you know,⁠ the purpose of‌ this deployment is‌‍ to gain experience.”‌‌

The⁠ professor looked at⁠‍‍ the gathered students‌​ and continued.

“When‌‍ the Academy sends‌ its students abroad,‍ it is also‌​‍ tradition for them‌​ to spar and​ interact with local​ knights or mages.⁠‌ It’s not mandatory,‍‍ only those who‌‌​ wish to participate.”​⁠

The⁠⁠ Academy was the​​ best educational institution‍ in the Empire,​ but it wasn’t⁠ the only one.‍

In‌ particular, the knight⁠ academies of Altrierc​ and Bercheff were‍‍ highly prestigious, to‌‌⁠ the point of‌‌ being compared with​‌ the Academy in‌‍ the training of​​‍ knights.

— Participate without hesitation.⁠‍‍

— The knights of⁠‌ Bercheff and Altrierc‌⁠ always live up‍ to their names.​⁠‍ Bercheff perhaps a bit more.

— The more dueling⁠‌ experience, the better⁠​ for you. Nothing​‌ bad will come​ of it.

Aint’s⁠‍ thoughts aligned with‍ Gardner’s.

After‍⁠ the battle with​ Andromalius, he had⁠‍‌ felt his shortcomings‍​ keenly and craved‍‍ real combat more​‌ and more.

That’s‌ why he had⁠ wanted to come​ to Altrierc—even if‍ Fernan hadn’t said‍​ anything, he would​‍ have ended up‌​‍ here anyway.

“I‌ want to participate.”‌‌

But‍‍‌ someone raised their⁠​‌ hand before him—Luina.​

“Oh,‍​ the cadets will⁠⁠ be thrilled to‍‍⁠ face the winner‌ of the jousting‌⁠ tournament.”

“I‌⁠ want to participate​‍⁠ too.”

“And‍ I.”

After‍​ them, Aint, Almon,​‌ Alia, and Verian​‌ also raised their⁠​ hands. The duel‍ was agreed upon,‍‍​ and everyone headed‌​‍ to the training⁠ field.

The​ fort was always‌​ occupied by troops,‌​ so its training‌ ground was enormous.⁠⁠‍ The dueling area⁠‍ was in a separate section.

The⁠ appearance of the‍‌ Academy students immediately⁠ attracted the attention‍‌⁠ of knights and​ soldiers training there.⁠⁠

“Cadets,​⁠​ gather!”

At⁠​‍ Creffin’s command, over⁠ a hundred students⁠‌ from the knight⁠‌⁠ school gathered around​‍ the dueling area.‍‍

“The‍ Academy students have​⁠ agreed to spar⁠ with you. Volunteers?”‍

Without​‌​ a second’s hesitation,​‌ absolutely everyone raised‍ their hands.

“Good.‌‌ Who wants to‌⁠‌ go first?”

“Alberi‌‌ Fesley, from Class⁠‌ 1.”

A man in his‍⁠ twenties stepped forward.‌

At⁠​ the knight academy⁠​ of Altrierc, there​‍‍ were no school⁠​ years—just four classes,⁠​​ from 1 to‌​ 4, divided strictly​⁠​ by skill level.⁠​

“And⁠⁠ from the Academy?‍‌⁠ Who’s up first?”⁠

Grad‍⁠‌ scanned his students,⁠‍ but Alberi pointed‍ directly.

“I‍ want to face‌⁠ Luina Bercheff, winner‌‍ of the jousting‍ tournament.”

“Oh.‍​‍ Good choice. And‍⁠​ you, Luina?”

“If⁠⁠‍ I’m challenged, I have no reason‍‌‍ to decline.”

Luina‍⁠⁠ stepped forward.

“The​‌⁠ duel will be​​⁠ with blunt training‍‌ swords.”

The‌‍ Academy’s defensive artifacts​ were too expensive​⁠ to waste on‍‌ a simple duel⁠​‌ outside of Pellenberg.‌

“Why​​ did you choose‌⁠​ me?”

“Just⁠ as winning the‍ jousting tournament makes​ you the best‍‍​ at the Academy,‌⁠ I am also‌ the best at‌‍​ the knight academy‍‌‍ of Altrierc. And‌‍ I believe our‌ academy is not⁠‌ inferior to the‍‌‌ Academy.”

“I‌‌⁠ see.”

Luina‍​‍ nodded calmly.

“You⁠ know my surname,‍ right? Bercheff.”

“Of⁠‍‌ course. That’s exactly​‍‍ why I chose⁠ you.”

“No‍‍⁠ aura allowed! Begin!”​⁠⁠

Clang!‍⁠‍

The​‍ training swords clashed⁠ and sparks flew.‌

With⁠ just one exchange,‌ the result became⁠⁠‌ clear.

“…Ugh!”‍⁠

Alberi‌ stepped back with‌​​ a groan. Luina‌‌⁠ followed immediately, giving​ him no room‌​‌ to breathe.

She‌⁠ was an experienced‍‌‌ knight. And an⁠ experienced knight was‍⁠‌ like a wolf—once‌​‍ they smelled an‍⁠ opening, they never‌⁠ let go.

Clang!‌​‌ Clang!

Luina’s⁠ sword danced. Points​ became lines, lines⁠⁠ became planes, blocking⁠‌​ all angles and‍‌‌ cutting through every‌⁠​ trajectory of her​⁠ opponent.

One‌‍ step became two,‌⁠‍ two became three.⁠​

Alberi⁠ could barely block,⁠⁠ dodge, and endure.⁠⁠ Nothing more.

Clang!⁠​​

Alberi’s‌⁠​ sword flew from‌‍‌ his hands and⁠‌⁠ spun through the‌ air.

“Haah…‍⁠‌ haah…”

Drenched⁠ in sweat after⁠⁠​ just a few‍ moments, his figure‌​‌ stood in stark‌‌ contrast to Luina,‌​​ who showed no​⁠ sign of fatigue.‌

She‍‌‍ placed her training‌‍‍ sword against her​ opponent’s neck.

“Finished.”‌

It‍⁠⁠ was a common⁠‌​ thing—men always wanted‍⁠‌ to measure and⁠‌ rank, even among⁠ the strong.

Who​‌‍ was the strongest⁠ among the Royal‌‍⁠ Knights and Archmages?‌​⁠ The question remained⁠ a topic of⁠‌ debate, as did‍⁠ which noble house​ stood at the‍​‌ top.

Everyone‍‍ mentioned Armian, but‍​⁠ ever since the‌‌‌ throne changed hands​ a century ago,‌​‌ the dispute had‌ reignited.

Altrierc‌⁠⁠ and Bercheff. Bercheff‍ and Altrierc. The⁠ comparison was always​‌ there.

Even​ if they all⁠⁠ trained knights, not​‌‌ all produced the‍ same caliber.

Not‌⁠ all electors were‌‍ equal, and not‍ all knights were‌⁠⁠ either.

Which‍‍ of the two‍ houses that had​‍ protected the first​​‌ Emperor was stronger?​⁠

It‌‍ was always a burning question.

And‍‌​ so it was.⁠⁠

Altrierc‌ had always been⁠‌ compared to Bercheff.‌​

And‌⁠⁠ Luina had grown‌​‍ up hearing those​ comparisons until she‍‌‍ was sick of‍‍ them.

Even⁠‍ if her territory‍ was devastated by⁠‍‍ the Monster Wave.‌

Even⁠ if they had‍​ sold the rights​​ of the Golden⁠⁠⁠ Edict and their​‍⁠ former glory had​‍⁠ withered.

Even‍ so.

“Next?”​

She‌​‌ must not cower⁠ before those of​‍ Altrierc.

She⁠​​ must not lose.⁠

If‌​ she fought, she‍⁠ must win.

Because​ she was a Bercheff.

“No‌⁠⁠ one else? Are‌ there only cowards‌‌‍ in Altrierc?”

Luina’s‍ eyes burned with​ determination.

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