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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 163

Chapter 163

“Do​​ you expect me⁠ to believe that​ now?”

“…I⁠‍​ suppose that’s too‌‌ much to ask.”‌‍

Allow⁠ me to formally⁠​​ introduce myself again.‍​‌

“I’m​⁠‌ Fernan Pellenberg.”

“I’ve​⁠ heard your name.‍​‌ They say you​​⁠ fight against the⁠ Corrupted alongside Aint‌‌ Armian.”

“How⁠⁠ do you know‌⁠ that?”

“We‌ don’t live completely‌‍⁠ cut off from‍⁠⁠ the outside world.”‍

Although,‌ if they hadn’t‍ noticed that the⁠‍ elves had granted⁠‍​ development permits, it‌‍‌ was nearly the‍ same as being⁠ disconnected from the⁠‍‌ world. The mayor‌ clicked his tongue.​

Still,‌⁠ it was natural⁠​ that the dwarves‌ didn’t know, as‍​‌ everything had been‍‌‍ arranged swiftly through​⁠‍ a secret pact‌‍ between the Pellenbergs‍ and Fridian.

“Either‌​ way, thanks to​‍ you, I’ve received⁠‍‌ good news. Yes,⁠ I think it’s​​ time we moved.”​

“Where‌ are you planning⁠‌​ to go?”

“That’s⁠‍ none of your‍ business. You’re a criminal who entered‌​ our city illegally.‍ On top of​‌ that, you bribed⁠⁠‍ a gullible dwarf​⁠ with riches.”

“In‌ the human world,‌⁠ when you visit​ a friend’s house,​‍ it’s customary to​‌ bring a gift.”⁠‌⁠

“Ahgrot‌​ is your friend?”​

“Of‍ course. We have⁠ a bond stronger​⁠ than blood.”

A friendship forged with⁠‌ money and minerals.​

“Ridiculous.‍​​ There’s nothing more‌​‍ to say. Leave‌⁠ this city. The⁠‍ soldiers will escort⁠ you to the‌ surface.”

“I​‌ can’t do that.”‍

With‍​ nearly ten thousand​ dwarves and their​ entire city before‍ him, leaving without⁠​ achieving anything was‌ unthinkable.

After​‍‍ seeing the prophecy‍‍ that a demon‍‌​ would be summoned​ and destroy the‌⁠⁠ city, leaving empty-handed​‌ wasn’t an option.‍⁠

“Do‌‌‌ you think I’m‌ asking for your‌​ help?”

Instead‌​​ of responding, Fernan‍‍​ pulled out a mineral. It was‍‍⁠ adamantite.

“…Don’t​ mistake me for‌‍ Ahgrot. Are you‌⁠‍ trying to bribe​ the mayor himself?”‌⁠⁠

But⁠⁠​ eyes don’t lie.‌‌‍ The fact that​‌ he paused instead‍‌ of immediately throwing​⁠ him out was‍⁠‍ proof that it‍‌‌ had an effect.​⁠

“Aren’t​‌ you curious why‌​​ the elves granted⁠⁠⁠ development rights now?”⁠​

“Should‌ I care?”

“Even‍ if it’s just‍ barren rocky mountains,⁠ elves love nature.‌ Just like they​‌ love meat, of‌‍ course.”

“What‍ useless comments.”

At​‍ last, a flash‌⁠ of curiosity appeared‍ in the mayor’s‍⁠ eyes.

“Since‌‌ you don’t live⁠​ totally isolated, I’ll⁠​ tell you. On​⁠‌ the surface, the⁠‌ demons are on​‌ the move.”

“I⁠ know. In Bercheff,‍‍ Demon Number 66,‍‍ Kimaris, descended. Luckily,‌​‌ they contained it.”​

“Exactly⁠ because of that.”⁠‍

“…What‍‌ do you mean?”‍

The​⁠ mayor immediately put​ down his pen.⁠‌‍

“The‌ elves tasked me⁠​⁠ with tracking the​ Corrupted. And those‌ traces…”

“…Lead‌⁠‍ to our city?”⁠

“That’s​‍ right. Otherwise, why‌‌‍ would they grant‌‌⁠ development permits? Only‌‌‍ in the face‌ of a common​‌‍ enemy like the​​ Corrupted or demons‌ would they do​‌ such a thing.”‍​‍

The‌‍ mayor pushed the‌​ documents aside. Some‍​ fell to the‌ floor, but he​​​ paid them no‌ mind.

“Don’t​ you see your​ words contradict themselves?”‌‌‍

“Think​⁠‌ of it this​ way—following the trail⁠‌⁠ of the Corrupted⁠ led us to⁠ Fridian. We collaborated‍‍ with them to‌ explore the rocky‍ mountains where the‌⁠ trail pointed. In‍⁠ return, we obtained‍‌ mining rights for‌‌‍ whatever minerals we‍⁠⁠ discovered.”

“Following​​ both minerals and‌ footprints, I descended‌ underground, and that’s‌ how I encountered⁠ Ahgrot and the​​ dwarven city. At‌‌​ first, I didn’t‍⁠ understand. Why would⁠​ the trail end​‌⁠ here?”

The‌‍ Corrupted’s ultimate goal‍‍ was to summon‍​ demons. And to​⁠ summon them, they⁠ needed an immense‌​ supply of mana.⁠

But‍ in those barren‍⁠​ rocky mountains, no⁠​ such mana existed.⁠‌‌ Not even plants‍‍‌ grew there.

“But‍‍‌ if there’s a dwarven city, the⁠⁠⁠ story changes.”

It⁠​‌ was known that​​ the fastest way​‍ for the Corrupted‌⁠ to obtain mana⁠‌ was through blood⁠‍‌ and life force.⁠

“The‍‌ Corrupted are targeting​ the dwarves. This‍​‍ city.”

“…Are​ you aware of‍ the weight of​​ those words?”

“Yes.‍‍‌ And if you‍‌‌ want me to‍ say it clearly—among‌⁠ the dwarves, there’s‌​ a traitor, a Corrupted.”

The‍ underground city belonged‍ solely to the‍ dwarves.

If‌‌ the Corrupted were‌‍‍ acting here, it​⁠‌ meant one of‌‌⁠ them was the⁠ infiltrator.

“Can⁠‍ you take responsibility‍‍ for that accusation?”​

The‍ atmosphere turned heavy.‍‌ A furious pressure​ filled the office.‌‍‌

‘He’s⁠‍‌ strong.’

Fernan‍‍ understood he was⁠ facing someone he‍​‌ could never fight‍‌ on equal terms.‍

Still,‍‍‍ as the leader​​​ of an entire⁠​‍ city, that level‍​ of power was⁠‍ understandable.

‘Royal​ Knight level?’

He‍ couldn’t be sure.⁠ He lacked the​⁠ ability to measure‌‌ it.

“I​‌ don’t know.”

“You⁠ don’t know?”

“I’m‌‌‌ convinced, but there’s⁠‍‌ always the slightest‌ chance I’m wrong.”‌

“And‍​‌ even so, you‌ throw out that​⁠‍ accusation without being‌ able to back​ it up?”

“Yes.”⁠⁠​

Fernan⁠ nodded firmly. The⁠‍⁠ mayor’s gaze turned‌‌ strange, but it​ was impossible to‍​​ demand absolute certainty‌‌⁠ when even prophecies⁠⁠ weren’t unchanging.

‘The⁠‌​ future can change.’‌⁠‍

Even​‍ though he had‍‍⁠ seen it in​ the book of‍ prophecy, there had⁠​ already been times‍​ when the future​ deviated from what‍⁠ was written.

“And‍⁠ even so, I stand by it—there​‍⁠ is a Corrupted⁠ here.”

He‌‌ even knew the​⁠ name: Adguif. But,‍⁠ remembering what happened​‌ with Abel, he⁠‍ chose to keep​‌‌ it to himself‌​⁠ for now.

“You‌​⁠ haven’t thrown me‍⁠‍ out yet because​ something is bothering‌​​ you, right, Mayor?”⁠‌

“A‌⁠ simple suspicion. Nothing​​ to do with⁠ the Corrupted.”

“Do⁠ you really believe​⁠‍ that?”

“Are‌ you implying otherwise?”‌

“Yes.”⁠

Fernan’s​ firmness drew a growl from the​‌‍ mayor. Anyone else‌‌ would have been‌​‍ kicked out by​‌‌ now.

But‌​​ not Fernan Pellenberg.‌​‍

Heir⁠​​ to the Pellenbergs.⁠​‍

Ally⁠ of the rising​ hero, Aint Armian.‍

A man who had‌⁠​ hunted Corrupted and‍ earned fame.

The‍ mayor pondered, and⁠‍ finally reached a decision.

“I’ll‍ give you one​‌⁠ week.”

The⁠ heavy pressure in‍ the office vanished‍ as if it‌​‌ had never existed.⁠⁠

“Bring‍⁠‌ me the Corrupted.‍​ Or at least⁠‌‍ some proof of​‍⁠ their existence. Otherwise,‍‍ you’ll be expelled‌​‍ immediately.”

“If​‍‌ I catch them,‍ can I stay?”⁠‌

“That’s‍ right.”

“Understood.​‍‍ I have a request as well.”⁠‍

The‌ mayor frowned but⁠‍⁠ didn’t interrupt.

“A‍​ request?”

“I​ don’t know this​ city well. I need a guide.”‍

“That⁠ makes sense.”

“I⁠ want it to‍ be Ahgrot. I feel more comfortable⁠⁠‌ with him than​⁠ anyone else.”

“Impossible.‌ If he was‌‌ bought once, there’s‍ no guarantee it‍ won’t happen again.⁠‍‍ I’ll assign guards‍​ to you.”

“If‍ there are already⁠‍⁠ guards, what’s the‍​ harm in adding⁠​‍ one more?”

Fernan‍‍‍ gestured toward the‌​ adamantite on the‍‌ desk.

“Very⁠ well. Ahgrot will‍ be one of‌ those guards.”

“Thank‍ you.”

“Now‍‌⁠ leave. Wait outside.”⁠

“Understood.​⁠⁠ Ah, one more⁠ thing. Can I leave the city⁠⁠‌ briefly? If I’m​‍ gone for a full week, my‌ people will worry.”⁠

The‍⁠‌ mayor, picking up‍ the fallen documents,⁠⁠‌ frowned again.

“And⁠⁠ how am I supposed to trust⁠‌ you?”

“If‍ the heir to‌‌‌ the Pellenbergs disappears,⁠‌‍ it’ll be an‍‌​ even bigger problem.​⁠‌ I’ll return in‌ less than a week.”

“Less⁠​ than a week?”‌‌‍

“Yes.‍‍​ I have unfinished⁠⁠ business above.”

“…Fine.‍⁠⁠ Exactly one week.​ Be back within‍⁠‍ that time.”

Fernan‍‌ left the office.‍

“…It’s‌⁠ definitely Fernan Pellenberg.‍‌ He wouldn’t lie‍‍ about something like⁠⁠ that. He’s too​‍ blinded by money​​ not to look‌⁠​ for a way‍ to exploit us.”‌​

The‌ mayor had seen‍‌ him in person‌‌​ once. Otherwise, he‍‌‌ wouldn’t have let⁠ him go so​​‍ easily.

Soon⁠​​ after, Ahgrot entered​‍‌ the office.

“You⁠ called for me,‌​⁠ Mayor?”

The‌ dwarf looked nervous.​

“Ahgrot.‌‍​ I’ll overlook your⁠‌ mistake. From now‌​ on, you’ll live​‌​ alongside that human.”‍‍

“You’re‌​‌ really letting him‍​⁠ stay in the‌ city? I mean—yes,⁠‍ of course. Thank⁠​​ you very much.”‌

“But​​ in return…”

The​ mayor extended his⁠⁠ hand.

“Give‌ me everything he‌⁠‍ gave you.”

“What?”​

“I​‍ won’t repeat the​‍ order.”

“It’s⁠‍ just that I…”‌​‍

“Do‌ you prefer to‌⁠​ be banished from‍‌⁠ the city?”

“…”‍‍‍

With​ tightly pressed lips,‍‌ Ahgrot handed over‌‍ the three metals.​

***⁠⁠⁠

“Human,​⁠ from now on​‍‌ you’ll be under​ our watch. Any‌‌‌ objections?”

“None.”‍‍​

Five⁠⁠‍ dwarves were assigned‌‌​ to Fernan as‍‍ escort-guards.

“Before‌⁠ that, I heard​‍⁠ you plan to⁠ leave the city⁠‍‍ and return within‌ a week. Ahgrot‌‍ will guide you⁠‍ to the surface.‍ Go together.”

“Thank‍ you.”

The​​⁠ city had ten‌ tunnels connecting to‍⁠‌ the surface. Ahgrot​‌ chose the one​‍‌ closest to where​‍ he had found​‌⁠ Fernan.

“Going‌ up this path,‍​‌ you won’t be‌ far from where​​‍ you descended.”

“Perfect.”‍‍

The​​‌ passage resembled a regular cave. It​ wasn’t too steep,⁠‌‍ but it was‌‍‍ long.

“If⁠‍​ you follow this‌⁠‍ route, you’ll reach‌‌ the surface.”

The​‍ tunnel twisted and⁠‍ branched out in⁠ many directions, forming‍ a complicated labyrinth.​

“One‌‌‍ could easily get‌ lost.”

“That’s‌‌ the idea. Thanks​⁠ to that, we’ve⁠​​ been able to‍ live here without‌‌‍ being discovered.”

“Right.‌ With such secrecy,‌ you managed to‌⁠ build a city​ in elven territory.‌‍ By the way,‍⁠‍ why does your⁠ face look so⁠⁠ gloomy?”

“It’s‌‍ nothing—hey, do you​​ have any more⁠⁠ of that mineral?”‍⁠

Ahgrot‍⁠​ laughed awkwardly.

‘So⁠‌‍ they took everything‌‌​ from him.’

In​​ fact, Fernan had​‌​ expected that ever​‍‌ since he spoke​ of the minerals‌‌‍ before the mayor.‌​

Partly,⁠⁠ he’d done it‌​‌ on purpose.

‘The‌​ dwarves’ greed for⁠ minerals exceeds what⁠ I imagined.’

It‍‍ was similar to⁠​ how the Pellenbergs‍ treated money. Definitely‍ something he could​ use.

“No,​‍‍ I don’t have‍​‌ any more.”

“…Damn​‍‌ it. Ah, I didn’t mean you.”‌

“I‌​ get it. Let’s‍ drop those depressing⁠ topics. Since we’ve⁠⁠‍ met, why don’t​‌ we introduce ourselves​⁠‍ properly?”

“Didn’t‌ we already?”

“We‍ only exchanged names.”‌‌⁠

It‍ was better to‌​‌ thoroughly know the​⁠ one who would⁠‌‌ become Aint’s companion.‍‌

“Alright.‌​‌ Like I said,‍⁠ I’m Ahgrot. A 21-year-old dwarf.”

“Fernan‌‍ Pellenberg. Student at​​‌ the Imperial Armian​‍​ Academy, 22 years‌‍ old…”

Wait.⁠ What?

“…How‌ old did you‌‌​ say you were?”‌⁠

“Twenty-one.”⁠⁠

“How‍​ many?”

Then‍​ Ahgrot also noticed​‍ something strange—Fernan was​ older than him.‌⁠

“Twenty-one.”‌

“With⁠‍‍ that face?”

But⁠⁠ what surprised Fernan⁠ wasn’t that the​⁠⁠ dwarf was younger—it​ was that his⁠‍ appearance didn’t match​ that age at⁠‌ all.

“Does⁠‍⁠ that make any‌‍ sense?”

“My⁠‍ face? What do⁠‍⁠ you mean it‍‌ doesn’t make sense?‍​ What are you​​⁠ trying to say‌​ with that?”

“With​​‌ that?”

“…With​​‍ that?”

Ahgrot’s‍ voice, which had‌⁠ grown louder, slowly‌⁠ faded.

“It’s‍‌ not my fault…‌​‌ I thought I was older too.”⁠

“Same⁠​⁠ here.”

“…Ahem.‍ Don’t judge by​​​ appearances. All dwarves⁠‌‌ look like this.”‍‍

“The‍​⁠ dwarf professor I know is over⁠‍ fifty and looks‍ younger than you.”​‍​

“……”‍​

“Don’t​ curse me with⁠‌ your eyes.”

“You⁠‍ should be glad‌‌⁠ I’m not cursing​⁠ you out loud.”​⁠

Anyway,​‌‌ that wasn’t what‍‌‍ mattered.

“Twenty-one…‍‌ a suitable age.”‍⁠‍

“Suitable‌‌ for what?”

Ahgrot‌‌ was the new‌⁠‍ companion of Aint,​ recognized by prophecy.​‌

And‌‍ if he grew​‍​ into what Fernan‍​‌ had seen in‍‍‌ the vision, his‌‌​ level wouldn’t be​​ low at all.​⁠

He’d‍⁠⁠ be a strong‍‍ card to play​ against demons.

But⁠⁠ Fernan didn’t intend​‌ to accept him⁠‍ only after the​‌ dwarven city was‌‌ destroyed and Ahgrot​ turned into an‍​ avenger.

He​‌ wanted to protect‍​ the city, turn⁠‍⁠ it into a source of resources,​‌​ and also help⁠‌ Ahgrot grow as‌‌⁠ he should to‌​‍ become Aint’s ally.‍⁠

And‍​‌ for that, the​‍‍ best method was—‌

“You,‍ what do you‌⁠​ think about entering‍ the Imperial Armian‌⁠ Academy?”

The⁠ plan was to‌​ make him a student and place⁠ him directly at‍‌ Aint’s side.

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