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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 87

Chapter 87

That‌​ was it.

“Next?”​⁠

A beautiful spectacle.

“Next?”‌

And‍⁠ at the same‍⁠ time, a satisfying‌ one.

“Would‌ the next one‌ please come up?”‌‌

Each‍⁠‌ time Luina’s sword⁠⁠ danced, the knights‍ of Altrierc fell‍ like straw dolls.⁠‌

Her‍⁠⁠ spirit, which did⁠⁠⁠ not yield even​​‌ before a demon,⁠​ would not do‌ so before mere‌​⁠ knights.

Her​ sword, forged in​⁠‌ Bercheff and perfected‍ at the Academy,​ shone with unmatched‍‍‍ nobility.

Five​⁠⁠ cadets from Class‍‌ 1 had already⁠‍‌ fallen to her​ blade, and even‌ a knight of⁠​ Altrierc who could⁠ no longer bear​ it had charged‍⁠ at her, only‍‌⁠ to kneel just​​ moments ago.

That‍ meant Luina had‍ reached a level‍ far beyond that‍‍ of a mere‍‍‌ student.

Or⁠ perhaps, that the‌ knights of Altrierc⁠‍​ were below expectations.‍

Of‌‌​ course, they weren’t​ from the Order‌​⁠ of Iron Knights,​‍ nor from Wild⁠⁠ Blood, nor from‍‍ Noble Blood, but‌ even so, the​‌‍ knights of Altrierc‍⁠ were by no⁠⁠‌ means mediocre.

It​‍ was simply that​‍⁠ Luina was in‌‌ another league.

Further‍⁠⁠ proof that Fernan‍⁠ had not been⁠‌⁠ wrong in believing‍‌ in the prophecy​ book and betting‌​​ on Luina Bercheff.​

“Ohh.”‌‍

“No‍ wonder she won‌‍ the jousting tournament…”‍‍

The​‍‌ murmurs of admiration​‌ only reinforced Fernan’s⁠‌⁠ conviction.

“Still,​‌ two knights defeated‌‍ by a mere⁠‍ Academy student?”

“What‍⁠ a disgrace. And‍​‌ they call themselves⁠⁠ cadets of the⁠ knight academy of⁠ Altrierc…”

Of‍‌‍ course, not all⁠ were praise. Just‌⁠ as Luina felt‍⁠ rivalry with Altrierc,‌‌​ the animosity was​⁠ mutual.

“I’ll​‍‍ go this time…”⁠⁠

“How‌​‌ about we leave⁠ it at that?”⁠‌‍

A knight tried to‌⁠‌ step onto the⁠⁠ stage, but Grad,‌ arms crossed, stopped​⁠‍ him.

“She’s⁠ already defeated five⁠​ cadets and two⁠‍​ knights. Letting a Noble Blood knight‍​‌ fight her now‍‌ would be disproportionate,​‍​ don’t you think?”​

The‌​ Order of Noble‍⁠ Blood Knights was‍ one of the‍‍ three great orders‍​ of Altrierc.

Perhaps‍ a bit below‍ the Orders of‌​​ Iron and Wild⁠‍ Blood, but not⁠ for lack of‌‍⁠ quality.

“Right,⁠‌​ Luina?”

“Yes,​ that’s true.”

Contrary‌​ to the firm‌ voice with which⁠ she had called⁠‍‍ for the “next,”​ Luina obediently sheathed⁠​⁠ her sword.

Back⁠⁠ in the improvised‍ waiting room, she‍ sat down to‌ wipe her sweat.​‌‍

“Professor​​ Grad holds you‌‌ in high regard.”‌

“Since‍​ when were you​‍⁠ there?”

The​‍ low voice at‌⁠⁠ her ear startled​⁠ her.

“You​‍ can’t even sense​ my presence?”

“I‍‌‌ thought you’d sit‌ next to me,​ not whisper in​ my ear.”

With​​‌ her face slightly​ red, she touched⁠ her ear.

Fernan‍ offered her a chocolate, and Luina‍ accepted it without‍ hesitation, eating it‌‌​ immediately.

“Were‌⁠ you sure you’d‍​ win?”

“What‍ do you mean?”‍

“Don’t‍‌‌ play dumb.”

“I’ve​ never faced a Noble Blood knight,‌​ so I don’t‌‌ know…”

“But?”⁠

“If‌‌ they’re at the‍​ level of Bercheff’s​​​ Crimson Lion Knights,​⁠ yes, I would’ve‍⁠ won.”

In​​ truth, Grad hadn’t​‍⁠ stopped the match‌ to protect Luina,‌ but to protect‌ Altrierc. Though she⁠ was Bercheff’s heir,​​‌ she was still​‌ just a student.‌‍‍

They‌‌ couldn’t allow the‍ backbone of Altrierc⁠ to suffer the‌ humiliation of losing⁠‌​ to someone like​‍ her.

After‌ all, they were​​​ rivals, not enemies.​ And while they​ were on Altrierc’s⁠‍ land, appearances had​ to be maintained.​

At⁠⁠ that moment, another⁠⁠ Academy student stepped‍⁠‌ onto the stage.​

“I’m‍⁠‍ Aint Armian, first‌‍ year. Pleased to‌ meet you.”

“Armian?”‍‍‍

“Aint⁠‍ Armian?”

“Now‍ that you mention‍​​ it, it’s been‍ almost a century​ since an Armian‍‌ entered the Academy,​​ hasn’t it?”

The‍‍ surname sparked murmurs‌ of anticipation among⁠‍ the cadets.

“I‍‌ want to face⁠⁠‌ the Armian and‍‌ see his sword!”‌⁠

“Me​⁠ too!”

“…Ahem,⁠​ one at a time, please.”

And‌⁠ the duels continued.​​‌

***‍‍⁠

“My‍​ lord.”

The‍​ butler approached and⁠⁠​ whispered. The count​ of Altrierc’s brow‌ furrowed slightly.

“It‌‍⁠ seems the duels​​⁠ between the Academy‌ students and our⁠‌⁠ academy are over.”‍⁠‌

“Oh,‌‍​ really?”

“They⁠‌ say all of‍‍ the Academy students‌ won.”

“Am​‌⁠ I supposed to⁠​ be surprised?”

“It’s‌‌ not surprising, it’s⁠ logical. Though I admit it stings​‍ the pride a little.”

“I‌‌‌ don’t see why​ it should.”

The‍ one who responded,​‌‌ with an impassive‌​ face, was Rosalia​⁠ Bienderk.

“In‍‌‌ the end, what‍‍ we gather here‌ are those who⁠‌ couldn’t get into⁠ the Academy, isn’t‌​ that right?”

“That’s⁠​‌ true.”

The​ count nodded.

“Of‌ course, no one​ says that out‍‍ loud in front⁠ of me.”

“The‌‌ tea has a pleasant aroma.”

A heavy silence followed.‌

“I⁠ didn’t expect a single one to⁠‍‍ win. And they‍‌ say Luina Bercheff‌​ defeated not just‍‌⁠ cadets, but even‌‍ two knights.”

“All‍‍ of them are​⁠ among the top⁠​ three of their‌‍ generation. And Luina​​⁠ was this year’s⁠ jousting tournament champion.”‍​

The‍ level difference was⁠‌ clear, but that​ didn’t mean Altrierc‍⁠ was in decline.‍

After‌‌⁠ all, many of⁠ their knights were‍ also Academy graduates.‍‌

“But⁠ they’re still first-​​‌ and second-years.”

“Talent​​ transcends age.”

“And‍​ how is the‌‍⁠ duke?”

“I‍‍‍ am not Duchess‌‍ Rosalia Bienderk now,⁠⁠ but Professor Rosalia.​‌‍ Don’t forget that,​‍ sir.”

“My⁠‌‍ apologies.”

“Then,⁠‌​ the departure will⁠ be in two​​‌ days.”

“…Departure?”⁠

For‍ the first time,​‌ Rosalia’s mask of⁠ serenity cracked.

“With⁠⁠​ all due respect,​ wasn’t our mission​⁠‌ to support the‌​ defense from one‌‌‍ of the fortresses?”‌‌‍

“It⁠‍ was, but the⁠​ plans have changed.”⁠

“So‌⁠​ suddenly?”

“At‌​‌ dawn, in two‌‌ days, you will⁠ depart for the​ Taklakan Desert.”

“What‍ does this mean?”‌‍​

“The​⁠ Order of Iron,⁠⁠ Wild Blood, and⁠​‌ five hundred elite⁠‌ soldiers will accompany​ you.”

Rosalia’s​​ eyes widened. With⁠‍⁠ that kind of​‌⁠ force, they could‍‍ easily overrun a minor kingdom.

“And‍⁠⁠ for what purpose?”‌

“Even​ I don’t know.”‌‌​

“…Excuse⁠⁠​ me?”

“That​ was a joke.”‌​​

The‌ count let out​​ a low chuckle,​‍ but Rosalia didn’t​ smile in the‍​ slightest. It wasn’t‍‍ funny at all.‍‍‌

“My‍ lord.”

“You‍‌ resemble your father‍ greatly. No wonder⁠‌ you’re a professor‍‌ at the Academy‌⁠ at your age.”‌⁠​

“My‍​ lord.”

“If‍‌⁠ you want answers,⁠⁠‍ don’t ask me.‍⁠ Ask one of⁠​⁠ your own companions.⁠‍​ It was one​ of them who‍‍ altered the plan.”‍​

“…One​‍‍ of my companions?”​‍

It​⁠ couldn’t be Grad,​‍ who exuded laziness‌ down to his⁠‌ bones. That left​⁠‍ only the students.‌‌‌

And​ among the students,‌​ only one could‍​ have moved something⁠‌ like this.

“Fernan⁠‍ Pellenberg…”

The⁠ count shrugged, as‌​ if confirming her​ answer.

***‌‍‌

“Explain‌⁠‍ yourself.”

“I‍‌ found a lead‍ on the Corrupteds.‍‌​ I shared it⁠‌​ with the count,‌‍‍ and thanks to​‍⁠ that, we were​​ authorized to take‍​⁠ part.”

With‍ that concise explanation,⁠‍ Professor Rosalia didn’t‌​ ask why the​‌⁠ professors had been⁠ left out.

She⁠⁠ simply asked the​⁠‌ next question calmly.​⁠

“And​​⁠ what is this‌⁠​ lead?”

“It’s⁠⁠ about a Corrupted‌​ who summons monsters.⁠ He uses life‌⁠‍ as a sacrifice​​ to call forth‍‌ new spawn. And‌​⁠ what kind of​⁠ life can be⁠‍‍ found easily in⁠‌‌ the Taklakan desert?”⁠⁠

“The​‍‌ desert clans.”

There⁠⁠‍ were the Empire‍⁠⁠ and Alprosen, but⁠ both resisted behind​‍​ walls. In comparison,⁠ the nomadic desert​‍⁠ clans were far⁠​⁠ more vulnerable.

“So⁠ the goal is‍‌‌ to intercept him‌ in advance.”

“Yes,‌ that’s right.”

“Not​⁠ a bad strategy.”⁠

Rosalia‌⁠ pulled a black⁠ cigarette from her‍ subspace and lit‌ it.

“Tired?”​​​

“I⁠ wasn’t, but that‍ boy named Fernan​⁠ has tired me.”‌

Chack.​⁠ The ember lit.‍

“What‌​​ do you think,‌‍ Professor Grad?”

“What‍⁠​ else can we​ do?”

Grad​‍ shrugged.

“If⁠ the count already‍‍ decided, we have‌ to obey. Even‌ if the source‍⁠ is dubious, if⁠⁠ it’s true, it’s​​​ a smart move.”‌​

“I‍​‌ can’t reveal the‌⁠‍ source, but the‍‍ information is reliable.”‌​‌

“I’m​⁠‌ not saying you’re‌ lying. You wouldn’t⁠‌⁠ be stupid enough​⁠⁠ to make something‌ like this up.”​​

He⁠ was right. Since​ the decision had​‌ already reached the‍​ count, there wasn’t‍‌‍ much the professors‌ could do to‌‍ reverse it.

“Then‍ it’s settled.”

“That‌⁠‍ means extra work⁠ for us. We‍‌ thought it would⁠​⁠ be a wall‌ defense, and now‌‌​ we’re doing a blitz operation in‌‌ the desert.”

“Everyone,⁠ gather up!”

Grad’s⁠‍‌ voice thundered.

***‍​⁠

Meanwhile,⁠ in the desert.⁠‌

Tatatatata—​

A red horse kicked‍ up sand as​ it ran. Bairan‌‍⁠ Osmond covered his⁠​ mouth and nose‌‍ with his cloak,⁠‌‌ shielding himself from⁠⁠‍ the sandstorm.

‘Damn⁠ desert.’

Though‍‍‌ after accepting the​ power of the‌⁠⁠ Great Ones he‍‌ no longer suffered​‍​ from heat or⁠ cold, the desert​ was still unbearable‌ to him.

‘But‍‍ it ends today.’‍⁠

He‍ only needed one‌‌ thing.

Aint‌‌ Armian.

That⁠​ cursed bloodline which,​ unfortunately, had managed‍⁠ to banish Andromalius.‌‌‍ If he killed‌‍ him, it would​⁠ all be over.​⁠ His miserable life​‍‌ in the desert‍ would finally end.‌

By‌⁠​ eliminating his enemy,‍‍ he’d gain recognition,⁠​ and the Great‌⁠ Ones would raise‍‌​ him to a higher rank.

‘Damn,⁠ I’m running out⁠‌ of time…’

Most⁠‌ of the sacrifices‍ he had spent‌ years preparing for​‌‌ his summons had⁠​‍ been consumed in​‌⁠ the Monster Wave.​‌⁠ He’d gathered what‍ he could from‍‍‌ corpses, but it‌‌‍ still wasn’t enough‍⁠ to ensure Aint’s‌‍⁠ death.

‘Even​‍‌ if it was‌ luck, that bastard‍ killed Andromalius. I can’t afford to​‌ underestimate him.’

He​‍‌ needed even more‌⁠​ monsters.

All​‌‌ that was left‍‍‍ was to separate‌ Aint from Altrierc’s​⁠ forces. If he​ had enough creatures,⁠‌ he could isolate‌‍ him.

“Finally.”‍‌⁠

In‍⁠​ the distance, through‍‍⁠ the storm, he‍‌ spotted the yurts‌‍ of a desert‌ clan.

“This⁠ will be the⁠ fifth.”

After‌‍‍ the Wave, most​ clans had fled‍ south. That had‍⁠‍ been possible only​​⁠ because he had‍ allowed it — he needed them‌‍ alive as sacrifices.​

“I‍ should’ve gathered them‍⁠ all in one⁠‍⁠ place.”

Now​‍‍ they were too⁠ scattered, and hunting⁠‍‌ down just five⁠ clans had taken‌‍ longer than expected.⁠ His original plan​⁠⁠ was to collect‌ at least ten.‍‍

‘It’s​‌‍ already been a week. There’s no⁠ time left. I’ll‍‍​ have to settle‍‌‍ for five.’

Though⁠⁠⁠ it troubled him,​⁠ he couldn’t waste‍⁠ the chance now​​ that Aint was‍​​ walking into the​‍ lion’s den.

“Stop!”⁠​

“Halt‍⁠‍ there!”

Three⁠​ warriors from the‌⁠ clan appeared at‍ the village entrance.​‌​

Bairan⁠​‍ didn’t stop.

“I‍‌‌ don’t have time​​​ to waste on‌⁠‍ insects.”

He‌ blew a whistle‌⁠ charged with demonic‌​ magic.

Fwoooosh!‍​⁠

Monsters⁠ emerged from the‌‍‌ sand like hungry‍⁠‍ sharks.

At‍⁠‌ the same time,‍ he unleashed a torrent of magic‌ at the guards.‌​‌ He was certain‌‍ that in an‌ instant they’d be⁠‍‍ corpses to feed​​ his beasts.

‘…Wait.’⁠

The​‌ aura he felt‌‌‌ in front of⁠⁠ him wasn’t that⁠⁠‌ of ordinary warriors.​ Something was wrong.‌​

Claaang!‍⁠

An⁠⁠ icy slash deflected‌​ his magic.

“What…?”‌⁠​

The‌ impact was so‍ strong it forced‍⁠​ him to stagger‌​ back.

Before​​⁠ he could react,‌⁠ his opponent’s sword‍ coiled around him‍ like a serpent.‍

Clang!‍ Clang! Clang!

Sparks‌ flew in a flurry of five​ clashes. Taking advantage⁠‍ of the recoil,​​‍ Bairan leapt from​ his horse and⁠‍ retreated.

“Who‌⁠ the he—?”

Then‌ he noticed it.​ The desert heat​‌ had vanished. The​⁠ monsters stood frozen.​‌⁠

Everything⁠​‌ was locked in⁠⁠‌ a world of​‍​ white ice.

“…What⁠ the hell…?”

A glacier, a prison​ of ice, had‍‌‌ risen around him.⁠​‌

And​⁠​ in that very⁠ moment, a rumbling‍ shook the ground.​

Tatatatata!⁠

But​​‌ they weren’t monsters.​‍

They​ were hooves.

Rhythmic.​

“…The‌​ Order of Iron?​⁠ The Order of⁠ Wild Blood? What‍​‍ are they doing​​ here?”

The‍​ two most powerful⁠​ orders of Altrierc.‌‌

“What‌​ are we doing​‌ here? Very simple.”​⁠

A harsh voice rang‍‍⁠ in his ears.​‌⁠

“We’re‌​ going to do‌ to you what​​​ you planned to‌⁠ do to them.”​

And‌⁠ a massive block‍​⁠ of stone came‍‍ crashing down on‍​ his head.

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