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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 164

Chapter 164

“When⁠⁠‌ do you plan​​‍ to leave, young​‍⁠ master?”

Hyde​​ was tapping his​‌​ foot on the​⁠ ground, impatient.

Half​⁠​ a day had‌‌‍ passed, and Fernan​‍‌ showed no signs​‍‌ of returning since​ he had gone‌​ down.

He‍ had only said‌‌‌ he would take⁠⁠‌ a quick look‍‌‍ to check the‌‌​ mine, so if​ he took too⁠‌⁠ long, it was‍‌ obvious they would⁠​ come looking for‌‍​ him.

And⁠ in that case,‍‌‌ if they asked‍‌ where Fernan was,​‌ he would have‍​ a hard time‌⁠‍ answering.

“Could⁠​ something have happened​​⁠ to him…?”

No,​‌‌ thinking it through,‌⁠​ remembering what Fernan​ wore around his⁠​‌ neck, that was⁠‌ impossible.

For⁠⁠ Hyde, even if‌ a demon appeared⁠ before his eyes,‌⁠‌ Fernan would return‍‍‌ alive.

“Don’t⁠ worry, I’m fine.”‍​

Fernan’s‍‍ head suddenly popped​‌‍ out of the‍ same hole he⁠⁠⁠ had disappeared into,​⁠‍ accompanied by a slight tremor.

“You’re‌ way too late!‍ Didn’t you say⁠ you’d only check‌ the mine for‍​ a moment?”

“There⁠‌​ was an unexpected‍⁠ situation.”

“Unexpected?”‌​

“Nice‍ to meet you.”​

Next‍‍ to Fernan’s head‌‍‍ appeared another—of a dwarf.

“…What⁠ does this mean?”‌⁠

“I⁠​ found a dwarf⁠‌ city underground. I was talking with‌ them.”

“Sir!‌‍ How can you⁠​​ speak of the‌ city so lightly?”​

“It’s‌‍ not lightly. Hyde,‌​ you’re my most‍‌ loyal companion. Do‍‍ you really think‍‍​ I can hide‍‌‍ something from you,‌​‌ when you were‍ the first one⁠‌ here with me?”‌‌

“…You‌⁠​ mustn’t do it⁠ again. Seriously.”

“I’ll‍‌ keep that in‌‌ mind.”

Fernan⁠‌ nodded, although Hyde⁠​ immediately noticed it‌‍ was just a gesture, with no⁠⁠ real intent to‍​‍ obey.

‘So‌‌ he caught a clueless dwarf. And​‍ he made a deal with the​‌⁠ young master without⁠⁠ even a contract!’‌⁠

“Anyway,‍⁠​ Hyde. Let’s return‌‌‍ to the main⁠‌​ camp. We have‍ to prepare a few things and⁠‌ then go back​​‌ to the underground‍⁠⁠ city.”

“Back‌⁠ again?”

Fernan⁠‌ looked at Ahgrot​​ and then whispered​‍ in Hyde’s ear.‍‍

“With⁠ so many dwarves⁠‌​ rolling around, how⁠‌​ can I just​⁠ leave them be?”⁠‍

He​⁠ had to turn‌⁠ them into labor⁠​ for the Pellenbergs.​‌

“What⁠​⁠ did you talk‍ about?”

“Nothing‍‍​ special. I just⁠‍‌ mentioned that in‌⁠ the underground city⁠​ I found traces‌ of the corrupt.”​

…Corrupt?⁠​

“Are⁠⁠ you saying there​ were corrupt ones⁠​ there?”

“Yes.​ I saw them.”‌‌⁠

“Wait,‌‌ wait. Are you‍ saying there’s a corrupt person in​ our city?”

Even‍‌‌ if dwarves lived⁠​ in isolation, they‍‌ weren’t so ignorant‍‌‍ as to not​ know what the‌​ corrupt were.

“And​⁠‍ you’re saying you‌ saw one with⁠‌ your own eyes?‌​‍ Who is it?!⁠​ Who’s the traitor‍⁠‌ who sold out‌‌‌ their race?”

“I’m⁠‌‍ busy now, I’ll⁠ tell you later.⁠‍ Also, I didn’t​​ see it directly.”⁠​

‘He‍ must’ve seen it‌ in the prophecy​‍​ book!’

Hyde​ understood the hidden​ meaning in Fernan’s⁠‍⁠ words.

The‍ fact that even‌‍‌ in the dwarves’‍‌‌ underground city a corrupt person was‌ hiding was alarming.‍‍⁠

“That’s…​‌‍ impossible…”

“I​‍‍ already spoke about‌‌‌ this with the‌‍ mayor. Ahgrot, stay‍ hidden near here.⁠ I’ll be back​ in less than‍​⁠ a week.”

Ahgrot⁠​‍ reluctantly agreed.

“…Understood.‌⁠‌ I will. But⁠⁠‍ will you really‍‍⁠ be back in​⁠​ a week?”

“Don’t​‍⁠ talk nonsense and​‍ think carefully about‌ what we discussed⁠‌‍ earlier.”

“…Alright.‍ Ah, and please,‌​ never reveal anything​ about us to⁠ any outsider. Promise​‍ it!”

Ahgrot⁠‌​ disappeared behind the‍ rocky mountains, perhaps​‍ to inspect the‍ surroundings or maybe‍​ to return to⁠⁠ the mayor and​​ ask about the⁠‍​ corrupt.

“What​‌‍ were you talking⁠​‌ about?”

“That​ he’s 21 years​ old.”

“With‍ that face?”

“Don’t‌⁠ you dare say‌‍⁠ it to him.‌​ He gets mad.”‌

“But⁠‌‌ it’s obvious… did‌ you say it‍‌ to his face?”⁠‍⁠

Hyde​‍‍ let out a disbelieving laugh.

“That’s⁠​‌ why I told‌​⁠ him to enroll⁠‍ at the Academy.”​

“Isn’t​ it too late⁠‍​ already?”

“Even​‌ if it is,​‍‍ he must join.”‍

“Is‍⁠‍ it really worth⁠ it?”

“He’s‌​ one of Aint’s​ companions recognized by​‌‍ the prophecy.”

“…Ah,‍ I see.”

Although‌ they had left‍ early in the​⁠‍ morning, the sun‌​ was already setting​​⁠ when they started⁠⁠ heading back.

“I‍ understand why you‍⁠ want to go‍ back there. But‍‌ if the elves​‌‍ find out, it’ll‍‍⁠ be a problem.”‌‌‍

If‍⁠ they found out‌⁠ that, in their‍ own territory, the​​⁠ dwarves had dug⁠ out a city⁠⁠ and lived there,‌ they wouldn’t stay​ silent.

“Then​ they simply mustn’t‍ find out.”

“And​ what excuse will‌​ you give to‌⁠‌ go back in?”⁠​

“If⁠​‌ I say that‍ I haven’t been⁠⁠ getting results lately​⁠​ and want to⁠ check personally, they’ll⁠ accept.”

“Especially⁠‌ after asking for‍ so many escorts⁠ for safety. They’ll⁠‌ have to follow​‍ you.”

Last‌ time, he had‍‌‌ managed to slip‍ away by saying‌⁠ he’d just take‌ a quick look,‌ but next time⁠ he would have⁠ to be gone‌ for at least‌ a week.

And‍⁠⁠ all those escorts‌ assigned for security‌ had become more‌‍‌ of a burden⁠⁠‍ than help.

“The⁠ dwarves gave me‍ a one-week deadline.‌⁠ Isn’t there a way to confirm‍ in that time‍‌ whether there’s a corrupt person or‍‍ not?”

“Exactly‍‌ because it’s difficult‍ that you planned​ to observe long⁠‍ term, no?”

“Yes,⁠​ I know.”

The⁠‍⁠ most logical thing⁠‌‌ was to take​ it slowly, but‌​​ the image of‌​ the dwarf city‍⁠‌ kept circling in‍⁠⁠ his mind.

“If​‌ we leave the​ city unattended, they’ll‍​​ summon a demon.​ Looking at it,​‌ that’s the most⁠ urgent issue.”

“…What?⁠‌ Another demon will‌ descend?”

“Probably.”⁠⁠‍

“That​​ would be terrible…!”⁠⁠

Hyde⁠‍ suddenly went silent.‍⁠​ Even though the‌⁠ camp was still⁠⁠‍ far off, they⁠ felt many presences‍ approaching.

Soon⁠‌ after, elves appeared.⁠‍​

“There​ they are! We⁠⁠ found them!”

“The⁠ young master is‍​⁠ here!”

It‌ was a search‌​⁠ party organized because⁠ Fernan had taken‌ too long to​​‍ return.

Fernan‌‌‍ returned with them​​⁠ to the camp,‍ where he met‍ Adolf, who sighed​⁠‌ in relief.

“I’m‌ glad you’re safe.‍ We were so​ worried we sent​‌ out a patrol.”​

“Sorry⁠‍⁠ for the worry.‌⁠ I got too‍ focused on tracking‌​ the mine…”

“From​‌‌ now on, I’ll​‍ always go with​​ you.”

‘Looking​ at him this‌ way, maybe he’s⁠ not a corrupt.’‌‍​

If⁠‍‍ Adolf really were‍‍ one, upon hearing‍ that Fernan and‍ Aint were targets‍​‌ of the corrupt,‌ he shouldn’t be‌‍ relieved, but the​‍ opposite.

‘Though⁠ it could also‍ mean he’s acting​⁠ very well…’

In⁠‌ that case, Adolf​ would be a better actor than‍ knight, because so‍‌ far, he hadn’t‌‍ raised Fernan’s suspicions⁠‌ at all.

That⁠ day ended like‌ that.

“Fernan,​⁠​ you saw it!⁠‌‌ The thing about‌‍‍ Aym being summoned!”‌‌‍

Back‌ at his tent,‍⁠ while unpacking, Gismond​​​ came to see​ him.

“You​‍ saw it too,‍‍‍ senior?”

“Of⁠ course. So now⁠ what? Do you⁠‍​ have a plan?”⁠⁠

“Yes.‌⁠ Don’t worry. We’ve​ defeated demons before.‍⁠ We’ll do it‌​⁠ again.”

His​​ plan was to‍‍‍ stop the summoning,‍⁠‍ like what happened‌‍ with Seir.

“If‍⁠ you say so,‌​⁠ I’m relieved. Sorry,‌ it’s just the‌‍‌ thought of a demon of rank‍ 58 got me‌​⁠ nervous.”

With‍​ those words, Gismond‍ encouraged him and​​ left.

Thanks‍ to that, Fernan‌ realized something else.‌

‘So​​⁠ these visions aren’t⁠⁠ unique prophecies, but⁠​⁠ shared among several.’​​‌

Could​ the reverse also‌⁠⁠ be possible?

It⁠‌ was something new,‍‌​ but not so⁠ extraordinary.

The‌ next day, Fernan‍​ left again under​ the pretext of‌‍ exploration, and Adolf‌‍‌ accompanied him along⁠ with the other‌⁠‍ escorts.

“This‍‍​ is how I make mana resonate‍ with the earth‌‌ to detect what’s‌‌​ underneath.”

“It’s⁠‍​ different from spirit‌​​ magic.”

“Can‍ you use spirits‍ to track mineral‌ veins?”

“It’s‍⁠ possible, but consumes​⁠‌ so much mana‍​ that it’s very⁠‍​ inefficient.”

Fernan⁠‍​ took the opportunity‍‍⁠ to provoke conversation​ with Adolf.

“It’s⁠‍​ a shame about‍‌ the meeting of​‍ the prince-electors. Even⁠⁠ if we can’t‌‍​ help with the​​ post-conflict, we have‍ no objection to​‍ Fridian participating as‍‍ a prince-elector.”

“But⁠‌⁠ they say you⁠ don’t actively support‍​‍ Fridian either.”

“Recognizing‌ something and supporting‌‍ it are different‌ things. We don’t‌ have to earn​​​ the enmity of‍ the other electors​‍‍ in Fridian’s name.”‌

“…That‌‌ does sound like​⁠ the Pellenbergs.”

Maybe​ in a casual‌ conversation, he’d slip‍‍ up.

“I‌‍⁠ heard something interesting:⁠‍​ demons don’t value‌‍‍ minerals. Not even​​ the Three Great‌⁠ Metals, nor gold.‍‍⁠ Isn’t that odd?”⁠‌

“Then‍ the Pellenbergs and‌‌⁠ the demons are‍ irreconcilable.”

“It‍‌ may seem like​ it, but it’s⁠ actually useful. What⁠ we want is‍​ trash to them.‍ So we can​ take it all⁠​‍ with no problem.”‌‌

People‍‌ often made mistakes​‌ during casual conversation.‌‍​

“In‍ a way, I understand the corrupt.​ What hope could⁠ they have had,‍​⁠ to end up‌​⁠ selling their soul​​​ to demons?”

“But‌⁠ they’re still corrupt.”⁠

“Of⁠ course. I’m not‌‌ saying I justify⁠⁠​ them. It’s just‍‍​ sad. If they’d​‍‌ sold their souls‌‌‍ to the Pellenbergs,​​ at least we’d⁠​‍ have paid them‍ well for it.”⁠​

It‍​‍ might have sounded‌ too blatant, but‌ time was against⁠ him.

Three​‌ days passed like⁠⁠ that.

“Did‍‍ you find anything?”​‍‌

“Nothing.”⁠‌

Adolf​⁠ gave no cracks.‍⁠⁠ Not even when​‌ Fernan made remarks⁠ that sounded like​ sympathy for the‍ corrupt.

Only‌‍⁠ four days remained​​​ of the deadline⁠​‌ promised to the​ dwarves.

Could‌⁠ he find proof—or⁠ at least confirm⁠ that Adolf wasn’t‍ corrupt?

Fernan​ was starting to⁠⁠⁠ get nervous.

“We’ve‌‌‌ got no choice.⁠ We’ll use an⁠ extreme method.”

“Extreme‌⁠‌ method?”

“Jeffrey.​ If they find‌⁠ out that someone​‌ whose memory was‌‌‍ erased still has‍‍⁠ memories, how would⁠ they react?”

“They’d‌‍‌ try to fix‍ the mistake and⁠ bring things back‌​‌ in line.”

“Exactly.”⁠⁠​

That‍‌⁠ was the point.‌

“It’s​ a bit extreme,‍​⁠ but it’s a good plan.”

“…Is‌ it really, miss?⁠ If we do‍ that, the subcommander​​⁠ won’t leave me⁠ alone.”

“Don’t⁠⁠ worry. Nothing will‌ happen.”

“But…”⁠‍

“Trust​‌​ me. Or do⁠​​ you want Fridian​ to fall into⁠‌ the hands of‌‌‌ the corrupt?”

“…Understood.”‌‌‌

At‍ first, Jeffrey refused,⁠ but under Aria’s‌⁠ pressure, he finally​⁠‍ agreed.

***‌⁠‌

‘Why​‌ the hell me…?’​‍

Since⁠ he recovered his‍⁠ memory, Jeffrey had‌ been having nightmares‍​‍ every night.

That​ day. Gravely wounded,‍​ hearing Adolf Fridian‌‍​ suggest overthrowing the​‌ Empire, pressing him⁠‌ with words, with​ that hand that⁠ covered his entire⁠​ vision.

A memory he didn’t⁠​‍ want to recall,⁠‍ but that lingered‌​ like a curse.​

These⁠‌ days, just seeing​ the face of‍​ the deputy commander‌​⁠ made his skin‍‌ crawl. And now‌ he had to​​ go and tell​⁠ him to his​⁠‍ face that he​​⁠ had regained his‍ memories, to ask⁠‌‌ him why he‍ had done it.​‌

He​‍‌ didn’t want to‌⁠ do it at​​​ all, but it⁠ was the lady’s​ order. It was‌⁠ the path for‍‍ Fridian.

‘I‍‌​ am a knight.’‌

A knight of Fridian.‍⁠⁠

He​‍ had sworn to⁠‍ be its sword‍⁠‌ and shield. He​ was willing to⁠ give his life​​‌ for Fridian.

Late‌ at night, Jeffrey,‍⁠‍ having renewed his​​ resolve, entered the​​‌ deputy commander’s tent.​‍‍

“Deputy⁠‍‌ Commander.”

“What‍⁠‍ is it, Jeffrey?”‍

Just‍ seeing his face‍​ weakened his resolve.​​‍

‘I‌ am a knight‍‍⁠ of Fridian.’

He⁠‍ forced himself to‌​‌ remember it and⁠‍⁠ got straight to⁠ the point, before​‍‍ he lost his‍⁠‌ nerve by hesitating‍‍ any longer.

“I⁠‍​ want to ask‌ you something.”

“What‍ is it?”

“That‌ day, why did⁠ you do it?”⁠⁠‌

“That‍ day?”

“The​ day the magical⁠‌ beasts appeared in​​ the south and‍‌⁠ I was gravely​ wounded.”

I still don’t really​ understand what you‍‌‌ meant by those​ words.

“Did‍‍‌ you really want‌⁠‍ to overthrow Fridian?”⁠​‌

“……”‍⁠‍

At⁠ that moment.

Jeffrey’s​​‌ entire body trembled.‍‌​

A massive pressure crushed​ him, leaving him‍‍ breathless.

“What‌⁠ do you mean​ by that, Knight​​ Jeffrey?”

In​‌‌ the midst of‌ that pressure, he‌‍‍ heard Adolf’s low​​ voice.

“Me,​‌ trying to overthrow⁠‌ Fridian?”

“All‍‌ I did was​⁠ heal your wounds,‍⁠‍ didn’t I?”

Jeffrey’s‌‌‌ face turned pale.⁠

***‍‍

In⁠ a dimly lit⁠ tunnel.

“P-Please,​‍ spare me…!”

A mortally wounded dwarf⁠​ dragged himself along​‍ the ground.

Adguif‌‍​ stepped forward and⁠‍ crushed his leg.​

Crunch.​⁠

“Aaaaghhh!”‍⁠

The‍ dwarf screamed in‌ pain.

“Two​⁠ days ago, a human entered this‌ city. Do you‍‌ know how happy​​ that news made‌‌ me? Probably not.”⁠

I was so happy​ I jumped like‍ a child.

“I‍‍‍ thought a new⁠​‍ wind was finally⁠⁠ blowing in this‍‌​ rotten, stagnant city,⁠ that change had‍ finally arrived.”

But‍ in the end,​‍ the human was‌​ expelled immediately.

Even‍ if the mayor​ said he’d return​​⁠ in a week—so‌‍ what?

“Dwarves…”‌

Crunch!‍‍​

“Again…!”‌

Crunch!‍⁠

“Chose​‍ the path of‌ isolation of their‌ own will!”

“Aaaaaghhh!”​

With​⁠‍ each stomp from⁠⁠‌ Adguif, the dwarf’s⁠‌‍ leg bones were⁠⁠ pulverized.

“Do‍ you know? Humans‌‌‍ dominate the continent.‌ Even the elves‌⁠​ raised their kingdom​ and are now‍‌ part of the​‍‌ Empire. And us?​‍​ What about the‌⁠⁠ dwarves?”

Not⁠ a single country​⁠ of our own,​‌⁠ scattered like parasites​‌​ across foreign lands.⁠‌

“While​ we live like⁠⁠⁠ parasites, they live‌‍ in luxury. Do⁠⁠ you think that’s‍‍⁠ fair?”

“No,‌ no…! Please, no…!”‌

The​ dwarf clung to‌ Adguif’s leg, nodding‍⁠​ desperately with a blank stare.

“I​⁠‍ knew you’d think⁠‌‍ like me.”

Adguif​ leaned down, grabbed⁠‌​ his chin, and⁠ forced him to⁠⁠‌ look into his‌‍ eyes.

“That’s‍​ why I want​‌‌ to redirect this‍ rotten swamp. You’ll​ come with me,​ won’t you?”

“Yes,​‌ of course. I will, I will…”​

The‍‌ dwarf nodded frantically.⁠

“Thank‍‌ you. Your noble‌ sacrifice will never‌⁠⁠ be forgotten.”

“Yes,⁠⁠ yes… what?”

“The‌‌‍ spirit of your‍​‍ decision will be​⁠‌ an example for‍⁠‌ all dwarves. Your​⁠​ blood and your‍ life, along with⁠‍ the others’, will‍‍ bring new flow‍ to this rusted‌ race.”

Adguif‍‍ raised his axe.⁠⁠​

“No,‍‍​ wait! I want⁠‌ to live…!”

Crunch!⁠⁠‍

The​‌ axe severed the‍‌​ dwarf’s neck.

The⁠ body fell first,‍​⁠ and a moment⁠‌‌ later the head​‌‍ rolled across the​ ground.

“A​‍ dwarf who takes​‌​ back his words​‍‌ with the same​ mouth doesn’t deserve‍ to live.”

“Gather​‌ every last corpse.⁠ Leave nothing.”

“Yes.‌‍⁠ But… wasn’t what‍‍ you did this​‍⁠ time a bit‍‍‍ too risky?”

The‌ dwarves who followed‌⁠‌ him began collecting​ the remains.

“And‍​ what?”

“It’s‍​ just…”

“This‌ city wasted its​‍⁠ last chance. I won’t hesitate anymore.”​

There‍⁠ would be no‌‍‌ more doubts.

No‍‌ matter what, he‍‍ would make the‍‍​ dwarves see the‌ light of the⁠‌ surface.

Adguif‍⁠‍ swung his axe,​‌ wiping off the‍ blood in wide⁠‌ strokes.

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