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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 99

Chapter 99

How‌‍ much time had⁠ passed? Aint opened‍‌ his eyes.

All⁠‌​ attention turned to⁠ his mouth.

“…Ah‍ uh…”

Surprised​‍‌ by their stares,‍ Aint grew nervous,‍​ but soon regained​‌ his composure.

“I‌⁠ did everything I could, but as​⁠‍ the senior said,‌ I couldn’t detect​ any traces of​‌⁠ forbidden magic.”

“Not⁠​ even a little?”⁠⁠​

“Not​‍ even a little.”⁠

“So,​⁠ was Brother Fernan‌ wrong…?”

But‌ neither Fernan nor‌‍‌ Rosalia showed the‌‌ slightest change in​ expression.

“Professor,‍‌ now show us​​ the real work.”⁠

“The​​ real one?”

“Something‌‍⁠ else? But what‌‍⁠ we saw already‌‍‌ was impressive.”

“Follow​‍‌ me.”

Rosalia‌‌‍ led them to‌ a small door⁠ in the corner⁠​ of the lab.‌⁠

Upon​‌ opening it, a large room full⁠‍ of magical artifacts‌‌​ appeared, and in‍‌ the center, another⁠‍ orb.

“This…?”‌⁠

“This‍‍ is the real‍‌ one. The other‍ was an experimental⁠‍⁠ prototype.”

Unlike​ the outer ice‌ block, this was‍ a sphere made⁠ from hundreds of‌​ interwoven magic stones.​‍‍

Its⁠​ surface was covered‌⁠ with countless inscriptions‌‍ and magic circles,​‍ and the power‍ it radiated was‍‍ much more intense.⁠

“…I⁠ never thought I’d‌ see something like‍‍ this, brother.”

Jace,‍‍ the magic fanatic,‌‌⁠ inhaled with difficulty.⁠

“This‌⁠‌ is like…”

“Like‌​⁠ what?”

“A‌⁠ sun. It looks‍⁠⁠ like an artificial‍ sun.”

“In‌‍‍ a broad sense,⁠​​ that comparison isn’t‌ wrong.”

Though‍​‍ its principles, uses,‌‌​ and form were‍‍ different, the fact‌⁠ that it held⁠ nearly unlimited mana⁠​‍ made the comparison‍‌​ fitting.

“Professor,‌ may I examine​⁠‌ it more closely?”‍

“How⁠‍⁠ different your tone​​ is now.”

“That‍⁠ ice block already‌‌ amazed me. Creating⁠‌ artificial magic stones…‌ but this is‍ in another league.”‌​‌

Jace⁠​‌ swallowed, eyes gleaming‍‍ like a child​ before a new​ toy, yet holding⁠​ the seriousness of​ a scholar.

“Do‍ what you want.‌​​ It’ll be presented​​ at the Continental‍⁠​ Congress anyway.”

“Thank⁠‌​ you, thank you⁠‌‌ so much!”

He‍‌⁠ understood the value‍ of what he‍⁠ was seeing, more‍‍⁠ than anyone there—except⁠⁠‍ Rosalia.

“How​‍‌ did you inscribe‌‍​ these runes? Oh,‌ and here you‌ even made opposing⁠ formulas interact…!”

As‍‍ Jace immersed himself​​ in analysis, Fernan⁠​ turned to Aint.⁠‌

“Aint,⁠ your task is⁠‌ the same. Check‍ if there’s forbidden‍‌⁠ magic inside.”

“And​‌‍ if I don’t‌​ find anything?”

“That⁠‌ would be best.”‌‌⁠

“The‌ best?”

“Of⁠‍ course. Better to​‌⁠ double the research‌ funding than let‍‌ a corrupted sabotage⁠‌ the project and‌⁠​ ruin the Congress.”⁠​​

“I⁠‌‌ never said I’d‍‌‍ be satisfied with‍‍ just double.”

“No‌ matter how many​⁠ times I have‌​ to invest.”

After‌ all, the burden⁠ was Fernan’s. And‌⁠ after handing the‍⁠ three legendary metals​ to his father,‌ he knew massive​‌ profits were on​ the way.

Aint​ approached the orb.⁠ His skin tingled⁠ from the density‍ of the mana.​‌

‘No⁠⁠ wonder they hadn’t‍⁠⁠ noticed—the walls are‌ covered with concealment⁠ seals.’

The‌⁠ room’s inscriptions hid‍ and contained the​ core’s power. With⁠​ dozens of overlapping‌‍​ layers, it was‍ impossible to sense​ from the outside.‍

— That guy compared⁠‌‍ it to the⁠​ sun, and rightfully​‍ so. Its energy⁠‌⁠ is enough for⁠⁠ a summoning ritual.​‍

‘Without‍ sacrificing lives? Just‌ mana?’

— To pierce the​ dimensional barrier and​⁠ bring something from​‍ another world requires⁠‌‍ an absurd amount‌​ of energy. Doesn’t⁠​‍ matter if it’s‍‍ life force or​‌ magical.

— Life is purer‍ and more efficient,⁠​ that’s why the​‍ corrupted prefer it.⁠

— But remember how‍‍ Andromalius was summoned.‌

‘Ah…’⁠‍

Aint​ recalled the use⁠⁠ of World Tree‌‌ branches in that⁠​⁠ ritual.

‘If‍​⁠ the corrupted got⁠ their hands on​​ this… what would​​⁠ they do?’

— What else? Summon‌​ a demon.

— Or even entire​ legions of monsters,⁠‍‍ to plunge the‍⁠ continent into chaos.‍​

‘Then⁠‍‌ I really hope​‍ the senior is‌‍‌ wrong.’

— That would be‌‌‍ ideal.

Aint‍‌ took a deep​ breath, placed his​ sword-shaped pendant against‌⁠​ the orb, and⁠⁠⁠ closed his eyes.​

“…Externally,‍⁠‌ there’s no problem.”⁠

Rosalia’s‌‍ brow furrowed.

“So‍‍ internally, there is?”​

“I’ll‌‌‍ be honest—I don’t‌⁠ know enough magic​ to spot flaws‍ in formulas or⁠‌⁠ circles. But I do know how‌​ to sense forbidden​⁠​ magic.”

That‍‌⁠ was the power​‍ inherited from the​‌⁠ Armian line since​ the First Emperor.⁠​

“What‍⁠‌ did you find?”​⁠​

“A⁠ seed.”

“A⁠ seed?”

“Surrounded​ by magic stones,⁠‍ hidden under so‌‌ much mana it‌‍⁠ was hard to⁠ find. But I’m‌⁠ sure—it’s a seed‍​‍ of forbidden magic.”‍​

During⁠⁠ the earlier inspection,⁠⁠⁠ when Rosalia activated⁠ the core, Aint​ noticed how that‍‌ dark fragment absorbed⁠ mana and grew,​‍‍ just barely perceptibly.‍

He⁠ didn’t know what​ would sprout from‌⁠⁠ it—and that uncertainty⁠ was the most‍‌⁠ sinister part.

“Aint⁠⁠ Armian.”

“Yes,‍​ Professor.”

“Are‌‍ you sure?”

“I’d⁠​⁠ swear it a thousand times. I may be inferior⁠ to you in‌⁠‍ magic, but when​ it comes to‌⁠‌ sensing demonic magic,‍​⁠ I’m second to‌​‍ none. I say⁠‍‍ this in the‌⁠ name of my⁠ lineage, the founders‍ of the Empire.”​

“It​​‌ can’t be…”

“Such‌ a miracle, tainted‌ by forbidden magic?‍ I won’t accept‍​⁠ it! Are you⁠ sure you’re not​​‍ mistaken, Aint?”

Rosalia‌ examined the orb.⁠

Nothing‌​ seemed strange. She‍ had inspected it‌‍ every day, and​ had even rechecked​​‌ it after Fernan’s‌⁠⁠ warning.

Nothing.​

And‍⁠ yet Aint claimed​‍‌ otherwise.

For​‌ a genius like‌ Rosalia, it was​‌‍ unacceptable.

“There’s‌ one way for​‌⁠ everyone to verify—destroy​‍ it.”

“That’s⁠ absurd. The Congress‍ is in two‌⁠‌ weeks! You want⁠‌⁠ me to destroy‍‌ it now?”

It‌ wasn’t even worth⁠‍ debating, she thought.⁠⁠

But​⁠‍ she couldn’t ignore⁠⁠‌ the fact that​ the one proposing‌ this was Fernan‌‌ Pellenberg, and the‍‌ one insisting with​‌ such certainty was⁠⁠⁠ Aint Armian.

“There​ is another way.”‌

It‍ was Fernan.

“What​‌ is it?”

“No​​ need to destroy‍‍ the piece. Just​ catch the one‌⁠⁠ who planted the‌‍⁠ seed.”

“…A‌⁠ corrupted?”

“Yes.⁠‌⁠ It was someone‍⁠‍ from inside. Do​ you think an​‌ outsider could have​ inserted it without⁠⁠ understanding your research‌ in depth?”

“……”​​

Rosalia⁠ pressed her lips‌ together.

The‍ answer lay among​‌‌ her assistants.

It​⁠ had to be.‍​‍

***​‌

Something‌‌​ in the air​​ felt different.

After​⁠ a day of‍​​ rest, when Aaron‌‍‌ returned to Professor‌‍‌ Rosalia’s lab, he‍ sensed it immediately.⁠

Nothing⁠​⁠ seemed to have‍ changed in appearance.​‌

Not‌ the arrangement of‌⁠‌ objects and documents,‍‌‍ not the behavior⁠⁠‌ of the other‌ assistants, nor that‍‌⁠ of the professor​​ herself.

And​ yet, everything felt‍​ different.

He​​​ couldn’t pinpoint exactly​‌ why, but his​ instincts screamed that​⁠​ something was wrong.‍⁠⁠

Before‌‍⁠ he could figure‌ it out, Rosalia​⁠ entered.

“Pay‍ attention.”

Clack.‍​

The‌ door closed.

The‌​​ professor gathered all⁠ the assistants and⁠​​ took out an⁠‍⁠ object.

A transparent orb, pure,​‍​ spotless.

“Some‌‌⁠ of you will⁠⁠ know what this​ is, others maybe​ not.”

‘That’s…’‌‍

Aaron⁠⁠ recognized it immediately.​⁠

An⁠ artifact created by​ the Cult of⁠‍​ the Dragon God⁠ to detect forbidden‍​‍ magic.

‘Did‌⁠‌ they discover the​​​ seed I planted…?’‌‌‌

No,​ impossible.

If‌ they had been‍ able to find⁠⁠‍ it, they would’ve​‌ done so long​‌ ago.

‘Or‌‌ is this another⁠‍⁠ order from the‍ headmaster? Maybe they‌ found new clues​​‍ after turning the‍ Academy upside down⁠‍ looking for corrupteds?’⁠‍​

If​‍ that were the​ case, there was‌⁠ no problem.

“You’ve‌ all heard what‌‌ happened in Altrierc‌‍ with the monsters​‌​ and the corrupted,​‍​ right?”

“Yes,‌ Professor…”

“That’s​⁠ why the Academy‌​ has also decided​‍ to strengthen its‌‍ measures. This is⁠​‌ an artifact from‌​ the Cult of​ the Dragon God,​‌ capable of detecting‌⁠ forbidden magic in⁠ mana.”

“In​ other words… we’re‌‍ suspected of being⁠‍​ corrupted?”

“The‌⁠ order applies to​⁠‌ all staff, not‍​ just you.”

“I⁠ see.”

Aaron‍⁠ smiled and placed⁠‍⁠ his hand on​‌‌ the orb.

“All​⁠​ we have to⁠ do is inject‌ mana?”

“That’s​ right.”

Mana‌⁠‍ flowed, but the⁠ orb didn’t react.‌

“Next.”⁠⁠

In​​ this way, all‍‌ five assistants were⁠‍ checked.

Rosalia⁠ remained expressionless.

Inside,⁠⁠ Aaron mocked her.⁠​‍

‘Check⁠‍ all you want,⁠​ you’ll find nothing.’‍​

“You’ve​ all passed the‌ test. Now, let’s‍ move on to‍ the next step.”⁠

“The⁠‌⁠ next…?”

“Enter.”‍‌

The​​‍ door opened.

“A‍‌ pleasure to meet⁠‍ you. I’m Aint‌ Armian. Professor Rosalia⁠​‌ called me.”

The‌‍ newcomer had golden‍‌​ hair that shone​⁠ like the sun,​‌ and blue eyes‍‍ as clear as​ gemstones.

Aaron⁠‌ felt a chill​​‌ crawl down his⁠‌ spine.

Something‌ was wrong.

Suddenly,​ he felt like​ an insect trapped​ in a mage’s⁠ jar.

“I‍⁠ suppose there’s no⁠⁠ need to introduce‍ him. The natural​⁠ enemy of demons‌ will now personally​‍ inspect you.”

‘I⁠ need to escape…​⁠ I can’t let⁠ this happen.’

“You‌ expect us to‍​ allow that boy‍​‌ to probe into⁠ us? That’s outrageous!”‌​​

“Indeed,​⁠ it’s unacceptable.”

“No​‌⁠ matter who you​⁠ are, Professor…”

The⁠‌⁠ other assistants joined‍‌⁠ Aaron’s protest.

Allowing​‍ someone to inspect⁠‍‌ the interior of‍ their mana, their⁠‍ circuits and inscriptions,​‌⁠ was something one‌ only permitted to⁠​ a master or‍ closest family.

“Once​​‌ the Continental Congress​ ends, each of‍‍‌ you will receive​‍‍ a bonus of‌ five hundred gold​ coins and a month’s vacation. I’ll‍⁠ also review and⁠ assist with your​ theses.”

“You​‍ think that will‌ convince us…?”

“One​ thousand gold coins.”‌⁠​

“…That⁠ might do it.”‍⁠⁠

“…Glup.”‌

‘What‍‍​ the hell are‍‍ they saying!?’

What‍‍⁠ Aaron hadn’t expected‌​ was that the​ other assistants were‌‌‍ little more than⁠‌‌ lab slaves.

Exploited‌‌ daily, they couldn’t‍ resist such an‍‍‍ offer.

“I​⁠ won’t examine anything‌⁠‍ beyond whether you⁠ carry forbidden magic⁠ or not.”

“If‌ Aint Armian harms‍ or abuses any‌ of you, I,​ Vienderk, will take‍​ responsibility for your⁠​‍ compensation—and your vengeance.”⁠

“…If⁠⁠ you say so…”‌‍

“I‍⁠ trust you, Professor.”⁠

One‌‌ by one, the​ assistants nodded.

‘They’ve⁠​‌ been treated like⁠‍ slaves for so​‍ long their minds​ became slave-like too.⁠ How can they‌ let a brat​​​ examine them inside​⁠ for a few​ coins?’

Aaron​⁠ wanted to protest,⁠ to scream that⁠⁠ it was absurd.‍‍

But⁠⁠‍ the moment his⁠‌​ eyes met Rosalia’s,​⁠ he understood.

“…”⁠

“…”⁠​

No‍⁠ matter what he⁠ said, she would‌ go through with‍‍⁠ it anyway.

There‌​ was no point‌ in resisting.

He⁠‍ couldn’t flee either.‌

All‍ he could do‌ was rely on​‌ the power that⁠ had kept him⁠ hidden until now.‍​

And⁠⁠ then—

“Your⁠ name is Aaron,‍​ right?”

“Yes.”‌‍‍

“I’m⁠‍ not good at⁠ beating around the⁠ bush, so I’ll‍⁠​ be direct.”

“What…?”‍‍

Whack!‌

Aaron’s‍ face twisted from⁠ a brutal punch.⁠

“W-what​⁠‌ does this mean?!”​​⁠

“They​​ say the best​‍ medicine for the‍​ corrupted is a good beating.”

And‍ his hope crumbled⁠⁠ in just ten​‌⁠ seconds.

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