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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 162

Chapter 162

“D-Did​⁠ you just say⁠‌ that…?”

“Since‌‍ it was a sudden encounter, it’s‌ not strange for‍⁠‌ me to suddenly‍ make you an‍ offer.”

“That’s​ true, but…”

The​​‌ dwarf looked to‍‍​ be in his‍‍‌ mid-thirties. As expected​‌⁠ of a dwarf,⁠​​ he was short,‍ but his muscular⁠‍‍ build stood out,⁠​ and his thick‌‍ beard left a strong impression.

“…Anyway,‌⁠‌ it’s very sudden.”‌⁠

Ahgrot‌ didn’t shake the‍ hand Fernan extended;‍​⁠ instead, he stood‌ up with the​⁠ help of the‌ ground.

“But‍⁠ how did a human get all‌ the way down​‌ here?”

“And‌⁠ you, why were​​ you digging tunnels​ here?”

“Does​‍ a dwarf need‍ a special reason‍⁠ to dig? I was doing it​⁠ because there’s an⁠‍⁠ iron mine in⁠⁠‌ the area.”

“Same​‌ here.”

“…A​‍‌ human came all​​ the way here⁠ to develop a mine?”

Ahgrot’s​​‌ eyes widened.

“And⁠⁠⁠ the elves allowed‌ that? I don’t⁠‍ think they’d just‍⁠ let it happen.”⁠

“We​ have the elves’⁠‍ permission. As you‌‌‍ know, this area‍ is just rocky‍ mountains with barely​ any vegetation.”

“…That’ll​‍‍ be a problem.”​

Ahgrot⁠⁠ muttered without thinking.‌

“What‌‌​ kind of problem?”​

“N-No,‍‍ nothing. Ahem.”

He⁠‍ changed the subject.⁠⁠⁠

“But‍‌ can humans even⁠‌‍ mine at this⁠ depth? This area​ is almost entirely‌ solid rock.”

“It’s‍⁠ not impossible. Just‍​⁠ not profitable.”

It‍​⁠ was practically impossible⁠​ due to how​‌ unprofitable it was.⁠‌​

“But⁠‍ if you’re looking​⁠​ for a mine‍​ around here, that‌ means you live‌ nearby.”

It‍​ was no secret​‌ that dwarves lived‌‌ in underground homes.⁠‌

“Hmm,‍‌ well…”

“Do​ you have family‌ or companions?”

“Yes,​‌⁠ but… why do‍‌⁠ you ask?”

To​‍ hire them all,⁠‌ of course.

But‌‍‌ Ahgrot didn’t take​ the bait so​ easily.

Naturally.‍ Even Fernan would’ve⁠ been cautious if‍ he suddenly met​⁠‍ someone from another​ race a thousand​​ meters underground who⁠ offered him a job out of‌ nowhere.

So​​‍ he needed bait.​‌⁠

Something⁠⁠ juicy enough to‍⁠ make the other‌⁠ party wag its⁠‍​ tail. And luckily,​‌ Fernan had just⁠‍ the thing.

“Do⁠⁠⁠ you know what‌​ this is?”

“What‍ is that…? H-Hey,⁠‍ wait…! Is that…!?”‍

A glowing purple stone‌​ floated above Fernan’s‍⁠‌ palm. It was⁠ orichalcum—one of the‌‌ three legendary metals.⁠

A piece he’d set‌ aside for personal‍‍ use from what‍⁠ was recovered after‍‌‌ the destruction of​ the Bell of‌⁠​ Destruction.

“Where‍​‌ did you get‌‌ that?”

“Do‍‌⁠ you want it?”‍​‌

“Of‍ course I do!”‍

“If‍‌⁠ you agree to‍⁠⁠ a favor, I might give it⁠​ to you.”

“A‍⁠ favor…?”

“Yes.‍‌​ I want to‍ meet your family.”⁠‌

“Why…?”⁠‍

“Just⁠⁠​ curious about how‍‍⁠ dwarves live. Nothing⁠‌⁠ more.”

“Still,‍⁠ that’s a bit…”⁠‌‌

Fernan‍ took out another​ stone.

“A-Adaman…?!”​‌‌

Ahgrot‍‍⁠ began to drool.‍‌‌

“Do​‌ you want it?”​

“Of‍‍ course I do!”‌

“Then⁠‍⁠ will you agree‍‌‍ to the favor?”⁠​‍

“B-But​‍‌ still…”

He‌ still had a bit of common‌⁠​ sense left.

However.‌​

“M-Mithril​‍ too…!? Who the‍⁠⁠ hell are you!?”⁠‍

With​ the three legendary⁠ metals together, the⁠​‌ dwarf surrendered.

“I’ll‍​‌ take you. It’s‌ awkward showing a human the city,‍‍​ but someone like​‍‍ you—who has all‍‌‌ three great metals—can’t‌‌‌ be a bad‌⁠ person. No way.”‍

Ahgrot⁠‌‍ nodded.

“The‍​ mayor will understand.‌​⁠ Yeah… He definitely⁠⁠⁠ would’ve caved too.”⁠

“Wait​‌ a second.”

Fernan​‍⁠ interrupted. Some words⁠ didn’t make sense.⁠

“Mayor?​ There’s an underground⁠‍ city down here?”‍⁠​

“Yes,⁠⁠ is that a problem?”

“…No,‍⁠ not at all.”⁠⁠​

Fernan⁠ clenched his fist‍ where Ahgrot couldn’t⁠‍ see.

His‍⁠‌ nails dug into⁠​‍ his palm, but‍​⁠ he didn’t feel⁠ the pain.

‘A⁠⁠ dwarven city? Do⁠‌⁠ dwarves live together​ by the hundreds⁠⁠ or thousands?’

It‍ wasn’t just a pile of ingots‍ lying around.

This‍⁠ was the world’s‍​​ greatest mine.

***​⁠

Dwarves​‍‌ were rare.

It‍​‌ was because they’d​‍ suffered the most‌ casualties in the​ war against demons​‍ a thousand years‍‌ ago.

Unlike⁠​ the elves, who⁠ had founded a kingdom beneath Fridian,​ dwarves had no​ consolidated community.

There​⁠ had never been​⁠‍ any record of​‍ a city founded​‍ by dwarves.

Some‌ had settled on​ the continent, but​ they were very⁠​‍ few.

Even‌⁠ for the Pellenbergs,‍​‌ who were obsessed‌‍ with recruiting dwarves,⁠​⁠ the number affiliated‌⁠‍ with their company‌ didn’t even reach‌​‌ fifty.

Because⁠ of that—

“…Holy‌‍​ hell.”

The‍​ shock Fernan felt‌‍‌ upon witnessing that⁠ vast underground city‍ exceeded all imagination.⁠

His​ mind went blank,⁠‍‍ and it was‍‍ hard to stay‌ composed.

Dwarves‌​ here. Dwarves there.‌‍

The‌⁠‌ structures carved into​‍ the subterranean rock‌‍‍ were worthy of‌ being called works​​⁠ of art, and‍‌​ embedded high above‍ were unmistakably magical⁠⁠‌ lamps.

Gulp.​‍‍ He swallowed hard.‍‍

“First‌‍‍ of all, we‌ need to report‍‌⁠ to the mayor,‌ especially since we​ brought a foreigner…”‍

“Of​‍‌ course.”

In⁠⁠⁠ truth, that was‍‍‍ preferable. Negotiations were​ best handled by⁠‍ those in charge.‌​‍

“Hmm.‍ Covering your face⁠‌ won’t help. You’re‍‌ clearly not a dwarf, so let’s​‌‌ go. The rumor​ will spread quickly‌‌⁠ anyway.”

“Aren’t​​‍ there guards?”

“Of⁠⁠⁠ course there are.⁠⁠ But they’re stationed‌‍ inside the city‌ to maintain order—not‍‌ at the entrance.‍‌ After all, in​ a place like​⁠‌ this, no outsider‍​​ could possibly enter…”​⁠‍

That‌⁠‌ was true. Who​‍ would ever guess‍ that dwarves had⁠⁠‌ dug such vast​ tunnels and built⁠‍ a city beneath‌‍ elven territory?

“A⁠ human?”

“How‌​​ could a human⁠⁠⁠ get all the‌ way down here?”‍‍

“It’s​ a human! A human has entered‌‍ the city!”

The‌ dwarves who spotted‌ him began shouting‌ everywhere.

“Calm‍ down! I brought⁠‌ this human myself,‌ and we’re going‌​⁠ to see the⁠⁠ mayor now!”

“You‍​ brought a human​ to the city?‍​​ Have you lost‌ your mind?!”

“The⁠‌⁠ guards! Where are​ the guards?!”

“There’s‍⁠ no helping it.‍​ Let’s run.”

As‍⁠ the commotion grew,‌⁠ Ahgrot took off⁠‍⁠ running.

“Is‌​ it always like‍​​ this?”

“It’s⁠ not that they‌⁠‌ hate humans. It’s​ just that, in⁠⁠⁠ hundreds of years,‍‌‌ no other race‍⁠ has ever been‍‍​ allowed inside the‍‍‌ city…”

The​‍ fact that he​​‍ had dared to⁠⁠ bring Fernan there​​ said a lot‌ about what the⁠⁠ Three Great Metals‍⁠ meant to the‌⁠ dwarves.

“Since​ when have you‌ lived in a city like this?‍ A dwarven underground⁠​‌ city—I’m genuinely surprised.”‌​

“Since​ before I was‍​⁠ born, so I couldn’t say exactly.​ It’s not that‌⁠‍ important.”

Soon‌​‍ after, they stopped‌​ in front of‌ a building at​‌‌ the center of​ the city.

It​‍ had the shape​ of a mountain‍‍ carved from a single block—majestic and​‍​ beautiful at the‍‍ same time.

Especially‌‍‍ impressive was the‌​​ golden ornament crowning​⁠ the dome, reminiscent‌⁠‌ of a mosque.​⁠

“Halt.‌‍ What’s going on‍‌ at city hall—a⁠⁠​ human?”

“How​ can there be⁠‌ a human here?”​

The‍⁠ guards raised their‍ weapons. At the​‍‍ sound of a sharp whistle, dozens‍⁠‌ more soldiers rushed​​​ out, completely surrounding⁠ them.

“I’m‍‌​ Ahgrot. I’ve come⁠​​ to see the‍​⁠ mayor.”

“Ahgrot,​ are you the‌​ one who brought‌⁠‌ a human into‌ the city?”

“No.‍‌‍ This human arrived​​ here on his‍‌ own.”

“And​‌‍ you expect me‍​⁠ to believe that?”‌​

“I​​‍ have something I can only say‌ in the presence‍‍ of the mayor.‌‍ Please tell him​‌‍ Ahgrot is here.”‍‍

Following‌‍‌ his gaze, Fernan⁠‌‍ pulled out the⁠⁠ orichalcum he had​ promised to show.‍​‍

“Orichalcum?”‍

“Where​⁠‌ did you get​‌ this?”

“…Hold‌​ on a moment.”​

One⁠ of the guards‌‌ went inside the​ building. However, the‍ perimeter remained intact,​ and a cold‌​ tension filled the⁠ air.

“Is​‌‌ that really a human?”

“Was​ it really Ahgrot‌‌ who brought him?”‌

“Citizens,‌‍‍ step back!”

Even⁠ curious dwarves, alerted⁠ by the rumor⁠‍ that a human​ had entered the‌ city, began to‌​‍ gather.

Some‌‍ tense time passed‍ until—

“The​‌‌ mayor has agreed⁠ to receive you.​‍‌ Follow me.”

“Thank⁠‍ you very much.”‌​‌

“Human,‌‍ if you try‌ anything strange, we’ll⁠⁠‌ kill you on⁠‍ the spot.”

“I‍ have no intention​ of doing anything.”‌⁠‍

Fernan⁠ entered the building‌‍‍ under strict guard‌‌⁠ escort.

“Ahgrot,‌‍‌ you wait outside.‌ The mayor wants​ to speak with⁠​ the human in‍⁠​ private first.”

“Understood.”⁠‌‍

“I⁠​ don’t know how‍⁠ this conversation will⁠ go, but I thank you nonetheless.‌ Here’s what I promised.”

Fernan‌ handed Ahgrot the‍ three metals.

“By‍​ all the gods—along‍⁠ with orichalcum, adamantite,⁠‌‍ and mithril?”

“…Now‍ I understand why⁠ you brought a human with you,⁠ Ahgrot.”

The‍ guards looked on‍‌ enviously, practically drooling‍ with greed.

“I’m⁠​‍ the one who‌‍‌ should be thanking​ you, hehe.”

“Now‍‌ that I think‌‌ about it, we‌​ haven’t formally introduced‌⁠ ourselves. Though I already heard your‍‍⁠ name, it’s different‌‌ saying it properly.‌ I’m Fernan.”

“Ahgrot.”​

At‌​ that moment, a flash of lightning‌⁠⁠ shot through Fernan’s‍​​ mind. The world‍‌ flipped upside down.‍‍

[“Ahgrot.”]‌​⁠

His⁠⁠⁠ appearance wasn’t much‌ different from now,‍⁠‍ but the atmosphere​ was completely changed.​‍‌

A volcano on the‍​‌ verge of erupting.⁠‌ It was as‍⁠​ if he were​ forcibly suppressing an‍‍ uncontainable rage.

[“I‍ heard you’re a hero. That you’re‍‍ skilled at hunting​ demons.”

“It’s​‌ not that big⁠‍ a deal.”

“I⁠‍‍ heard it with⁠ my own ears,‍ so it’s true.”]‌​

The‍ one before him‌⁠ was Aint. With‌⁠ a gaze more​‍​ mature and deep⁠⁠‍ than it was‍‌ now, clearly showing​​ the passage of‍⁠ time.

[“I’ve‌​ been looking for​⁠⁠ you.”

“Why‌​ me?”

“I⁠ heard you defeated‌ Demon No. 70,‍​ Seir; No. 64,⁠ Flauros; and even⁠⁠ No. 72, Andromalius.”⁠‍⁠

“It’s⁠​​ true. But I didn’t do it‍‌ alone…”

“It‌​ doesn’t matter. You’ll​⁠‌ keep fighting demons,​‌ and sooner or⁠​‍ later, you’ll face‍⁠ that one too.​ When the time‌⁠⁠ comes, I want⁠ to stand beside⁠‌‌ you, axe in⁠‍⁠ hand.”]

As‌​⁠ he said this,‍ he gripped his⁠ weapon tightly—its blade⁠ still crusted with‍​ dried blood.

[“That⁠ one? Who are⁠​⁠ you talking about?”‌‍‍

“Adguif.‌ A traitor who‌ allied with the‌​⁠ demons. The scum⁠‌‌ who murdered my​​ family, my friends—all⁠ my dwarf brethren.”‍​‌

And‍ he added,

“The⁠‌ demons used him​⁠​ to summon Aym,⁠​​ Demon No. 58.”]​

‘…Aym?‌‌​ A rank 58‌ demon appeared just⁠ like that?’

And⁠‍ because of him,‌ this massive dwarven‌ city would fall​‌ into ruin?

That⁠ was a bolt⁠‌⁠ from the blue.‍‌

‘Damn‍‌‌ it, what the⁠​⁠ hell is going​​ on!?’

Finding⁠​‍ another of Aint’s‌⁠‍ companions, as foretold‌‌ by the prophecies,⁠ brought no joy.‍​​

A demon—and a rank‍‍⁠ 58 one, at⁠‌ that!

Just​​‌ yesterday he’d breathed⁠​ a sigh of‌​ relief after confirming‌ Bercheff was safe,‌ and now another‍​‌ threat stood in‌ his way.

“…Why‌⁠ that face all​ of a sudden?”​

“No,‌‌⁠ it’s nothing.”

“Human,​​⁠ get in already.​​‍ The mayor is⁠‌ waiting.”

The‍‍​ door opened. The‍‍​ inside of the​ office was surprisingly​‌‌ modest. The furniture,‌‍ the carpet, the‍ chandelier—none of the​‍⁠ decorations were particularly​ flashy.

However,⁠ everything was dwarf-made,​‍⁠ which gave it‌ immeasurable value.

And​‌ there, in the​ center, sat the‌⁠ mayor.

A venerable old man.‍‍​

His‌‌‍ beard reached down‍⁠ to his chest,⁠‌ his wrinkled face​ paired with a stern and unyielding⁠‌⁠ gaze, along with‌ a body still⁠⁠‍ muscular from age‍ and labor.

He‍ almost looked like​‍‍ a father.

“Welcome.”⁠

His​⁠ deep voice resonated⁠‌ throughout the room.‌‍‍

“I’m‍‍ Valbern, mayor of‍​​ this city.”

“Fernan.”‌‌⁠

Fernan​⁠​ bowed his head.​​⁠

“Take⁠​‌ a seat.”

“Thank‍⁠ you.”

“Tea,‍⁠⁠ perhaps?”

“No⁠‍ need.”

“I’m‌ glad to hear‌ it. It wouldn’t‍‌ be proper for⁠‌ the first intruder‍‍ in the city’s⁠⁠‍ history to demand‍​⁠ tea like it’s‌‌ nothing.”

His‍‌ words were sharp.‍

“They​ told me you⁠‍ came in with‌​​ Ahgrot. How did‍ you meet?”

“I⁠‍ found him while‌ looking for mines.”⁠​‍

“And⁠ how did you​ persuade him?”

“I⁠ gave him three‌ fist-sized stones.”

“It​⁠​ matters what kind⁠‌​ of stones.”

“Adamantite,‌‌‌ orichalcum, and mithril.”⁠‍

At​‌ that moment, the⁠ mayor’s pen—busy signing⁠⁠ document after document—stopped.‍⁠‌

“…Enough⁠ to tempt Ahgrot.”‍

“There’s⁠⁠ more.”

“…Don’t‌‌ play games with‌ me.”

The​ mayor answered calmly,‌‍ but Fernan caught‍⁠ a glint of⁠‍‍ greed in his​‍‍ eyes.

“Let’s‍ get to the​‌‍ point. Why have​​ you come here?”‌‌⁠

“It‌​⁠ was coincidence.”

“This‍‍ city is 1.2​ kilometers underground. And⁠ you expect me⁠⁠‌ to believe it​ was coincidence?”

“It⁠ was. I was‌​ digging for mines,‍⁠ and there he‍‍⁠ was.”

The‌‍ pen resumed movement,​​ papers flying by‌ with speed.

“That’s⁠‌ an even worse⁠‌ excuse. I’ve never‌‌​ heard of elves‍​ allowing excavation on‌ their land.”

“But​‌‍ it’s true. My​⁠ family obtained exploration​⁠​ and mining rights.‌‍ Only in rocky,⁠ barren mountain zones,‌‌ of course.”

“…Really⁠‌ now?”

“There’s​ no point in‌ lying about something​ that could easily‌​ be discovered.”

The‍ mayor paused again.⁠

“…What⁠‍ family could convince‍ those stubborn elves?”​

“Sorry⁠ for the delayed⁠⁠‍ introduction. I’m Fernan⁠‍ Pellenberg.”

“…Pellenberg,‌ you say?”

Valbern’s‌ eyes shot wide‍ open.

“Yes.‌ Even living in‍ hiding, I doubt‌ you’re unaware of‌⁠ who we Pellenbergs​ are.”

“Of‌‍​ course I know.‌‌ How could I not? Every time‌ we go out⁠⁠​ to trade, you⁠​‌ carrion merchants always⁠‍‍ try to lowball⁠‍ us.”

“…You’ve‌ misunderstood. I am⁠ one of the⁠‍ Pellenbergs.”

‘Damn‌‌ it, seems we​‍‍ don’t have a good reputation…’

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