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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 161

Chapter 161

A heavy silence filled‌​ the air.

Fernan⁠ couldn’t tell what​​⁠ Adolf was thinking,​‍‍ he could only‍ detect a faint‌ trace of anger‍‌ at the corner​​ of his eyes.⁠‌‌

“Hahaha…”‌‍‍

But​‍‌ instead of getting‍⁠ upset, Adolf smiled‍ broadly.

“Sorry⁠​‌ if I put⁠⁠‌ you in an​​ awkward position. I recently bought a music box, but​‌​ it had a problem and I couldn’t use it​​ properly.”

“I⁠‌‌ understand. I heard‍ what happened during⁠‍​ the meeting of‍⁠ the prince-electors.”

“…”‍‍‌

Fernan⁠⁠ smiled slightly.

“I‌‌‍ knew I couldn’t​⁠⁠ deceive a Pellenberg.‍ Thank you for​ understanding.”

Adolf‌ looked forward again,⁠⁠‍ and the conversation‌​⁠ ended there. Silence​ returned.

***​‍

“We’ve‌‍‍ arrived.”

After‍⁠⁠ two days of‍ travel, they reached⁠‍ a rocky mountain‍⁠​ range full of‍⁠ steep formations.

There⁠‌ were hardly any‍ trees. The place‍‍‌ was arid, rocky,‍‌ and majestic. If⁠ someone planned to‌‍ develop it, it​ was understandable that‍​ the elves wouldn’t‍ oppose too much.⁠​

After​​ surveying the surroundings,‍‌ Adolf gave the​ order, and the‌​‌ team set up‍⁠‍ a base at‍ the entrance of⁠​ the range.

Thus⁠‍‌ began the exploration.‌⁠

Two‍⁠‌ days passed since‌⁠ the expedition began,​‌‌ with no sign⁠⁠‌ of mineral veins.⁠⁠

That⁠ was normal. Finding‍‍‍ a vein wasn’t‍ something that happened‌‍ in a day​ or two.

And⁠ that was precisely⁠ why Fernan had‍‌ chosen this mission‌ among many options—it‌‍‌ allowed him to‍‌‌ stay longer while‍ he investigated.

“I⁠‍ brought him.”

Early‍​ in the morning,‍ as Fernan was‍‌ washing his face,​‍‌ Aria appeared accompanied⁠‌ by a knight.⁠

He‌⁠ was a member‌ of the Order​‌‌ of the Guardian‍⁠ Tree.

“It’s​‍ a pleasure. I’m​‍⁠ Jeffrey, knight of⁠ the order.”

Jeffrey‍ was the one‍‌‍ who wrote the‌​ letter Aria had⁠‍⁠ shown Fernan before.​‌

“Fernan.”‍​

“Aria​‍​ has told me⁠​ a lot about​‍ you.”

“And‍ what did she​⁠ say?”

“…That​‍ you’re a good‌​ person.”

A brief pause. Fernan‍ could imagine the⁠ insults she had​‍ probably really said.⁠‍‍

“I‌‌⁠ only said good‌ things. I swear.⁠ But this isn’t‍ a conversation to‌⁠ have standing up.‍‍ Let’s go inside.”⁠

Aria‌ led them both⁠‍ into the tent.⁠‍⁠ Hyde served tea,⁠‍ and Fernan handed⁠ Jeffrey the letter.‌‍‌

It⁠‍‍ was a simple⁠ letter, with mundane,‍ everyday content.

“Did​ you write this​​‌ one?”

“Yes,‌⁠⁠ that’s my handwriting.‌​‍ I wrote it.”​

“And⁠‌‍ this one?”

This‌​​ time he showed‍​ him the letter‌ that said Adolf‍ collaborated with the​‌⁠ corrupt.

Jeffrey’s​​ face tensed as‍‌​ he read it.⁠

“What⁠‍ is this?”

“Aria.”‍​​

“Jeffrey,‍ just answer what‍‌ Fernan asks. Nothing‍⁠‌ more.”

“But,‌‍‌ miss…”

“Quickly.”‌⁠

At​⁠⁠ Aria’s order, Jeffrey​‍ nodded reluctantly.

“Yes,‌ I wrote it.”​⁠⁠

“And​​​ this one?”

He​‌‌ handed him a third letter, where⁠‌⁠ everything was denied‌⁠‍ as a misunderstanding.‌‌

“…That​‌ one’s mine too.”‍

“Wow,⁠‍ you wrote three‍​ completely contradictory letters‍‌ in just one‍‌‌ day.”

“It‍‌ was a misunderstanding.”​⁠

“That​ remains to be‍⁠‍ seen. We can’t​‍​ be sure it‍⁠ was just a mistake.”

“Are​​‍ you saying the‌​ subcommander is a corrupt?”

Jeffrey‌​ stood up, indignant.⁠​⁠

“Sit‌​​ down, Jeffrey.”

“Miss!”‌​​

“I‌‌ told you to⁠‌ calm down. Cooperate​ with Fernan. It’s​ a direct order‌​⁠ from my father.”⁠‌‌

“…”‍‍⁠

Jeffrey‌‍‍ pressed his lips⁠ together and sat⁠⁠ back down.

Fernan​​ lightly tapped the⁠​ letters with his‌‌ fingers.

“I⁠ didn’t write these‍‌ letters. You did.​ And I wish⁠ everything you wrote​⁠ was true.”

“Are​​⁠ you implying I lied?”

“No.‍⁠‍ It’s very likely​ you told the⁠‌ truth.”

“Then…”‌‍‌

“But‌‌ we don’t know‍⁠⁠ if that ‘truth’⁠ is actually true.”​

Jeffrey‍‍​ frowned.

“What‍‍ do you want‌ from me?”

“I⁠‌ want you to⁠‍‌ tell me exactly‌⁠‌ what happened the‍ day you wrote​ that letter.”

“So​⁠ the mineral vein​ was just an​‍‌ excuse from the⁠ beginning.”

“The‍‍ expedition is real.​‍‍ If we find​⁠ something, we get‍​‌ the exploitation rights.”‌‌⁠

That‌ was the deal⁠ Aria and Fridian​‍‍ had offered Fernan.⁠⁠

If‌ there were no‌‍⁠ veins, they’d compensate‌ him with something‌⁠​ of equal value.‌​

“Understood.‌​‌ That day…”

***‍

They‍‌⁠ had received a report about a group of monsters⁠​ appearing in the⁠​⁠ south of Fridian.‍‌

The⁠​ marquis quickly dispatched‍‌ part of the‍ Order of the‍​ Guardian Tree, including​ Jeffrey.

“They’re‌​ ogres!”

“Five​ of them together?!”⁠

In‌​ the area, they​‍‍ encountered a group‍⁠⁠ of ogres, known‌‍ as the kings⁠ of the mountain.‍

It‍‍ was rare for‌ them to move⁠‍ in a group,‌ but in the​‍​ middle of battle,⁠⁠​ there was no‌ time to think‍‍ about it.

“Split⁠ up and take‌‌⁠ them down one‍⁠ by one!”

Under‍‍‌ Adolf’s command, they⁠ began eliminating the‌ ogres.
The problem came‌‌​ afterward.

Kieeeek!⁠​​

A wave of flying⁠‍‌ insects descended on‌​ them like a black tide.

“What⁠‌ is that?”

“They’re⁠⁠ monsters!”

“Don’t‌‌​ panic!”

On⁠ their own, Crichter⁠ weren’t too dangerous.‍‍​ But being attacked⁠‍ from the rear‌‍‍ while fighting ogres​⁠​ was devastating.

And⁠ that wasn’t all.⁠‍

“Orgae‌‍⁠ Barka?! They said‍ it was just⁠‌​ normal monsters!”

“Hold‍‌​ formation!”

“Regroup!”⁠‌

The‌ Crichter were just‌ the beginning.

More‌ monsters began swarming‌​ them from all‍ sides.

Not‌​⁠ even Fridian’s best⁠⁠‌ order of knights​‍​ could handle such​ a massive ambush‌ from both flanks.‍⁠

“Khff…!”‍

Jeffrey‍⁠​ was unlucky.

He‌​‌ managed to climb⁠​ a Barka’s back⁠​⁠ and slash its‍​‍ neck,
but he lost​‌‌ too much blood,‍⁠​ and before he‌ could recover, Crichter‌ ambushed him from‌​‌ behind.

He‍‌⁠ fell down the‍‍‌ slope, rolling several⁠‌ meters.
He broke his⁠ arm and several⁠ ribs. The pain‍ was unbearable.

“Ah…​​ help…”

Battle‍ cries could still​⁠ be heard above.‍

His⁠‌ voice was too⁠ weak to stand​ out amidst the⁠​ chaos.

His​‌⁠ consciousness began to‍ fade…

Then,‌​ a shadow covered​ him.

“Are​ you okay?”

“S-Subcommander…”‍

“Sorry​ I didn’t get‍ here sooner. The‌​⁠ situation was complicated.”‌

“No…​⁠ it’s not your‌​⁠ fault…”

“Glad‌⁠‌ you’re still alive.”​‌

Adolf‍‍‌ Fridian applied a potion to his​ wounds.
Half he poured⁠ on the injuries,⁠‍ the other half‌ he made him⁠ drink.

“This⁠​ is just emergency​ treatment. We need​​ to get you⁠‍ to the city​⁠⁠ as soon as⁠⁠⁠ possible.”

The‍ knights loaded Jeffrey⁠‌ onto a horse.​‍​

***​

“…That’s‍ how it happened.”⁠

“That’s‍ all?”

“Yes.⁠ Were you expecting‌⁠ more?”

“Didn’t‍ you mention earlier‍ that Subcommander Adolf​ made some aggressive​⁠⁠ remarks?”

“It⁠‍‌ was just a passing comment. He⁠​⁠ only said he​​ wasn’t satisfied with‌⁠‍ the current situation.‌​​ And well, that’s‍‌‌ understandable, isn’t it?​​⁠ Even though we’re​⁠‍ one of the⁠ prince-electors, everyone knows‍ how Fridian is⁠‌‌ treated.”

“Of⁠ course, I know‌​​ that.”

Fernan​‌ slowly placed something‌ on the table.‍​

“But​‌​ there’s something I find strange.”

“What⁠⁠‍ is it?”

“You‌​ said you wrote⁠⁠​ this letter, right?”​

“Yes,‌​‌ that’s my handwriting.”‍⁠

“Then‌ why does the‍ content not match‍ what you’re telling‌‍​ me now?”

“What‌ do you mean?”‍​

“It‍‍ literally says here,​​‍ ‘If you want‌​ to live, answer‍‌ me honestly. Do⁠‌⁠ you really believe‌ Fridian is on‌‌ the right path?’”‍‍

“It‌ says that…?”

“There’s⁠ no need to⁠‌ reread it.”

Fernan‌⁠ pulled out a crystal orb.

“Place‌ your aura here​​ and tell it‍‌ again.”

“Ugh,​‍‌ I hate those​‍ things…”

It‌‌⁠ was a demonic‍‍ energy detection artifact‌​ made by the​​‌ Church.

And‌‍ a few seconds​ later, the orb‌​‍ emitted a faint​‍‍ gray glow.

“W-wait,​ it must be​ a mistake…”

“How‍ did this thing⁠⁠ work again?”

“Leave‌ it to me!⁠ This kind of​‌‍ thing is for⁠⁠​ experienced people.”

“Weren’t​​‌ you the one​ who was a victim?”

“Being‌‍ a victim is‌‍ also experience!”

“Miss?‌ What are you‍‍ doing?”

Aria‌ poured holy water‍ into a container.​

“No‍‌⁠ matter how painful‌ it is, endure‌ it, Jeffrey.”

“W-what​‍‌ are you talking‌‍‍ abou—grrgggh…!”

“Don’t‍ resist! If you​​ do, I’ll tell​ my father you’re‌ a corrupt!”

“This‌‍ is injustice… blghgh…!”‌

“Now‍​ that I’m the⁠⁠ one doing the​ purification, I’m starting‍ to understand that​ damn Saint’s expression.”​​​

After⁠‍ about ten minutes⁠⁠ of immersion in⁠ holy water, the‍ artifact stopped showing​ the gray color.⁠‌

“…I⁠‍⁠ remembered what happened!”​‌​

Just⁠ like with Aria​‌​ and Verian, it‌‍‍ didn’t seem like‌‌‍ the memory had​⁠‍ been completely erased,​‍​ so he managed​‌ to recover part‌ of it.

“Subcommander⁠‌ Adolf came to⁠ me while I was injured. And…”‍​‌

He‌‍⁠ frowned.

“…He⁠ threatened me while⁠‌ giving me the‌‍ potion.”

“What‍ exactly did he‌​ say?”

“I⁠⁠​ don’t remember clearly…‍ just fragments…”

“Even‌​​ so, say it,‍‍‍ Jeffrey.”

“The‍‍ empire is rotten.‌ Elves aren’t treated‌ as they deserve‌ under human rule.”‍‍‌

Jeffrey’s​ words came out‌​ as scattered fragments.⁠‍‍

“We​​ have to fix​​​ the empire. The‍⁠‍ elves must rise.”‍​

But⁠‍‌ that was enough.​‌⁠

“Even‍​‌ if we must‍ ally with the‍​ corrupt. What do​‌ you think, Jeffrey?”​

That​⁠‍ was the key​‍ part. That he‌⁠‍ clearly remembered.

“Then⁠​ there’s no other‌‍⁠ choice…”

After‌ that, his memory‌ faded.

“And⁠‍ then I woke‍ up in a bed. Everything felt⁠‍‍ confusing…”

“That’s​‍ enough. That’s all​​ we need.”

“…I⁠⁠ wish it weren’t‍ true. What do⁠ we do now?”⁠

“Get‍‌‌ solid proof.”

Jeffrey’s⁠‌ testimony was a great lead, but⁠​ it was still⁠‌‌ just that—words.

Without‍‌‍ clear evidence, all‌⁠ they’d do is‍ provoke the enemy.‍‌

“For‍ now, we continue⁠‌​ the mission and⁠ buy time.”

As​ long as they‌‌ stayed together, he’d​ make a mistake⁠⁠‍ eventually.

‘And‍⁠ if I can’t⁠⁠​ get proof, I’ll‌‍‌ capture him and⁠‌ torture him.’

That​ was the last‍⁠ resort.

Fernan’s⁠⁠‍ eyes turned cold.⁠

***‌​

Aside‌​ from that lead,‍‍‌ the mining expedition⁠‌​ continued, though without​‍ much progress.

That​‌‌ wasn’t a problem,​‍ since Fridian had⁠⁠ promised a reward⁠‌⁠ even if they‌ found nothing.

But‌‍ Wooden wanted to‌ try.

— Kyuu.

“You​‍ want to try?‍ Well, it might‌ work…”

After⁠​‍ all, he had‍​⁠ eaten roots of⁠ Itarium, a plant‍‌⁠ that feeds on‍ minerals.

That​⁠‍ made him an‌ excellent tracker.

“All‍ right. Do as⁠‌ you like.”

Fernan⁠⁠ headed to a remote part of‍ the range with‌⁠​ Hyde and Wooden.​ If he found‌​‍ anything, it would​​‌ be better to‍⁠‍ keep it hidden⁠ for now.

“It’d‌‌‌ be nice if​‌ you do find​​‍ something.”

“Obviously.‍⁠ Let’s go, Wooden.‌⁠‌ Give it a shot.”

— Kyiii!

Wooden​⁠‍ planted himself in​⁠‍ the middle of​‌ the mountain and‍⁠‍ extended his roots‍​​ from all over‌​​ his body.

Crack,⁠‍‌ crack.

Normally,‍ it’s not easy⁠‍ for roots to‌ penetrate solid rock.‌‌

But‍ Wooden’s roots weren’t​‌ normal.

Born‌‍‌ from Itarium, nourished‍‍​ by the World⁠​ Tree and sacred‌‌‌ metals, they began​​ drilling through the⁠⁠​ mountain like butter.⁠⁠‌

They⁠ spread quickly and⁠⁠ deep.

Several⁠‌ hours passed.

— Kyuuu!

Wooden⁠ let out a sound—he had found⁠‍‌ something.

“What​‍​ is it?”

— Kyu!

“Iron⁠⁠‍ ore? And quite‌ a lot?”

Turns​‍​ out Wooden wasn’t​ just good at⁠ detecting demonic energy,‍ he was great⁠ at finding minerals‍ too.

Fernan​⁠‍ smiled in satisfaction.‌

“You‍ really found it?”⁠‍

“Hyde,​⁠ wait here. I’ll⁠‍‌ go down to⁠‍⁠ check.”

“Would‍‌​ you like me⁠​ to go with​⁠ you?”

“I’m⁠​​ going to drill‌⁠ through the rock.‌⁠ It’s easier alone⁠⁠ than making room​ for two.”

Fernan‍‍‍ placed his hand​ on the ground‍‍​ and activated his​⁠​ magic.

Crack-crack-crack,​ a tunnel opened‍​ and led him​⁠ downward.

He‌ kept going down.⁠‍

And⁠​ down.

“Why⁠​ is this so​‌‌ deep? Are you‌ sure there’s something⁠‌⁠ here?”

— Kyuuu!

“You‍ don’t want me⁠​ to doubt you?​ Feels like I’ve​ gone down hundreds⁠ of meters.”

At​‍⁠ that depth, mining‌ wasn’t profitable.

And⁠‌ even worse, it⁠‍⁠ was in a rocky mountain.

Fernan‍​⁠ kept descending, using‌‌‌ a large amount⁠ of mana.

Finally.​​‍

“…Yep,⁠‍​ here it is.​ You were right.”⁠​

He​​ found an iron​​⁠ mine. Quite a big one.

But​‍‍ his expression wasn’t​ exactly pleased.

It​ wasn’t adamantite, orichalcum,⁠⁠ or mithril.

It‌ was too hard⁠‍⁠ to extract to​‍​ be worthwhile.

“I’d​⁠ better only come​ back for it‍​ if I really‍ need it.”

Even‌‌​ that wasn’t very‍​‌ efficient.

That’s‌‌​ when—

Crack.‍‍

One​ of the walls​ collapsed on its‍ own.

Through​⁠ the opening, a face appeared.

“…A​‌​ dwarf?”

“…A‌‌‌ human?”

Their⁠‍⁠ eyes met.

“Waaaah!”⁠​

With⁠​ a scream, the‌ hole shut immediately.‌‌

Footsteps⁠​ could be heard⁠‌ hurrying away on⁠⁠⁠ the other side.‍​⁠

“…What‌​ the heck?”

What‌​​ was a dwarf‌ doing there?

No,​‌ that wasn’t the‌ most urgent question.⁠‌

Fernan⁠⁠‌ placed his hand​⁠‍ on the freshly‌‌ sealed wall.

Crkk.‍

Mana‌ surged. The wall​‌‌ split open, revealing​‍ a new path.‍‌

“I‌⁠ don’t know why⁠ you’re here, or‌​ why we ended‍ up meeting.”

But​⁠ he wasn’t going⁠ to waste that​‌⁠ opportunity.

The​​‌ best craftsmen on​⁠​ the continent.

He⁠ wasn’t going to‍​ ignore a dwarf‍​‌ he found by⁠‍ chance.

***‍‍‌

“Huff,‌ huff…!”

The‌ dwarf Ahgrot panted​ as he ran.‌‌

“What’s​​ a human doing‌‍‌ here?”

As‌ he ran, he⁠‌‌ sealed the tunnel⁠ he had dug.‍

A skill not all⁠‍ dwarves possessed.

It‌​​ was a shame‌‌‍ to seal a tunnel he had⁠‌​ worked so hard⁠ on, but that‌‌​ didn’t matter now.‍​

“This‍ territory belongs to⁠​ the elves! How​‍ could a human‌​‌ get this far?”​⁠

Had‌‌⁠ the elves been​‍ defeated? No, impossible.⁠‌

When‌‍ he went out‌⁠‍ recently, everything was‌​ fine.

No,⁠‌‌ that wasn’t the‌ important thing right​‌‍ now.

He‍​‌ had to report​ this to the‌ mayor.

“Ack…!”‌‌

He⁠ tripped on a stone and tumbled‌​ several times along​ the ground.

He‌ tried to get​‌ up, but stopped⁠ cold.

“…Did‍ I trip on‌‌ a rock in⁠‌⁠ a tunnel I dug myself?”

That‍⁠ was unacceptable for⁠‍ a dwarf.

He⁠‍ slowly turned his​‍⁠ head.

It​‍ wasn’t a rock—it‌⁠​ was a lump​ he hadn’t left‍ behind.

And​ for something like‌‌ that to exist​ in his tunnel…‌‍

“Yes,​​⁠ that’s what makes​⁠​ no sense for‌‌‌ a dwarf.”

A voice came from​⁠ ahead, freezing his⁠⁠⁠ blood.

“…”‍‌​

He⁠ slowly, very slowly‌‍⁠ turned his head.‌

And‌​ there he was.⁠

A man, standing as‌‌ if he’d been‌ there from the‍ start, blocking his‍​ path.

“How…?”⁠​

How⁠‌​ had he gotten⁠​​ there before him,‌ through a tunnel‍⁠‌ he dug himself?​‍

“Does‍‌⁠ that matter?”

The​‌⁠ man brushed the⁠ dust off his‍‌ clothes and spoke.​

“What⁠ matters is that​ we’ve met here.”‍​‍

“What…?”‍⁠⁠

The⁠ man extended his‌‍ hand.

“I​⁠‌ guarantee you the‌‍⁠ best deal possible.​ Would you like‍‍‌ to work for⁠‍ my company?”

…Huh?⁠⁠‍

The‌ dwarf’s eyes went‌‌ blank with sheer​‌​ confusion.

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