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Chapter 166

“…It’s⁠‍‌ not a bad​‍ idea.”

After​ finishing his conversation‌ with Adolf, Count‌⁠ Daniel Kool returned⁠⁠ to his tent‍‌‌ and fell deep⁠‌⁠ into thought.

Casting​‍⁠ hypnosis on Fernan​ Pellenberg was an‍‌‍ excessively risky move,⁠‌‍ but if it​ worked, it would‌‍‌ be a masterstroke.​‍

The​‌‌ heir of the​​⁠ Pellenbergs. The hero‍⁠ who, alongside Aint,⁠⁠‍ had eliminated countless​ Corrupteds.

If​ he managed to​⁠‍ place a hypnosis​ spell on him‍ and turn him⁠​‍ into a spy,‌ the summoning of​⁠ the demons would‌‍‌ accelerate even more.​

“Above⁠​‌ all, the location‌‍ is perfect…”

Under‍‍ normal conditions, at‍ the Academy, he⁠‌ would never have‍ dared attempt it.⁠​​

Fernan​‌‍ was always surrounded​ by powerful escorts.‌‌​

But⁠​‍ now it was⁠ different—the one leading​⁠ those escorts was​‍ Adolf Fridian, and⁠​ Adolf was on​ his side.

“This‌​‍ is the moment.‍ I myself served‌​⁠ liquor to everyone,‌​‌ and now they’re‌ relaxed.”

It‍ was the ideal​‍ opportunity to seize⁠ Fernan’s mind—perhaps one‍‌ that would not⁠ come again.

“Let’s​ see…”

Count‌​ Daniel pulled out​​ a book from‍‌ his chest that‍ he had kept​‍​ hidden.

Casting‌ hypnosis wasn’t easy.​ The stronger the⁠⁠ person, the more‍‍​ solid their mental‌‌ walls; in someone​​ of Fernan’s level,​ it was normally‌ nearly impossible.

But​ with the power‌ of that book,‍‌ it wasn’t entirely‌⁠ so. In exchange,‍​ much of the‍ grimoire would burn,‍⁠ but it was‍‌​ worth it.

“Count‌ Daniel.”

Someone‍ called from outside.‍

“Young⁠ Fernan?”

“Is​ something wrong? I saw you enter‍​ in such a hurry…”

“It’s​⁠‌ nothing. The atmosphere​⁠ was lively, and⁠​‍ I fancied a good whisky.”

The‌ Count pulled out‌‌ a bottle and⁠​ opened the tent.​‌

“What‌‌‌ a coincidence. Would⁠ you like to‍​‌ drink with me‍‍ in my tent?”​

“Arbang‍ from the year​‌ 55… A great‌‌‌ liquor. How could‌​ I turn down​​ a free glass?”​​

Fernan⁠ entered smiling. Daniel​⁠ poured whisky into‌ the glasses, adding⁠ ice created with‍⁠⁠ magic.

“The‌ aroma is excellent.”‌⁠

“It’s⁠‌ top-tier liquor, naturally.”⁠‌

They‌⁠⁠ clinked glasses with⁠ a soft chime.‌‌

Daniel‍ tapped his glass‌​ with his fingers.‍

“What‌⁠​ do you think?”⁠

“Magnificent.‍ Being friends with​ a distillery owner‌⁠‌ has its perks.”⁠‍​

“Jaja,​ but you can⁠​‌ get anything you​‍ want.”

“Free⁠⁠ always tastes better.”‌

Fernan​‌‍ smiled.

“Another​‍ glass?”

“Please.”‍⁠‍

While‍ serving more liquor,​⁠ Daniel dropped the​ book on the​‍‍ floor as if‍ by accident.

“Ah,⁠​​ clumsy me. Did‌​ I splash you?”‌‌

“No,‌‍ I’m fine. Though,‍‍‌ what kind of‌ book is that?‌ The binding looks⁠⁠‌ rather old.”

“Would⁠⁠‌ you like to​​‌ see it?”

“May‌​ I?”

“It’s​​​ just a common‍‍‌ book.”

Fernan‌ opened it.

“Doesn’t‍⁠ look like anything…”‍​

At‍ that moment, his⁠⁠⁠ eyes clouded, and⁠ his body froze.‌​​

Five⁠⁠‍ seconds passed.

“Thank‌ goodness—he has many‌ artifacts, but none⁠ for mental defense.”⁠‌

If‍​‌ he had, the‌‌​ effect would have‍‌ dissipated instantly.

Convinced​‌ he could proceed,‍ the Count recited⁠⁠‌ a spell.

Black‍‌ flames rose. The‍‍ book burned while​ a dark, subtle​ magic seeped into​⁠⁠ Fernan’s body.

Some‍‍ time passed.

“…Not‍ easy at all.”‌

Daniel’s‍ clothes were soaked‍​‌ in sweat.

The‌⁠‌ pages kept burning‍⁠ in the dark‌‍ fire.

“Fernan​‌ Pellenberg, you saw⁠ nothing. You heard‍ nothing. Adolf Fridian‌ has no relation‌ whatsoever to the​‍​ Corrupteds.”

Even⁠⁠ so, he smiled.⁠

“You‌⁠‍ saw nothing… You⁠‌‍ heard nothing… Adolf⁠⁠ Fridian is not‌‍ a Corrupted…”

The‍ hypnosis had worked.⁠

The​​ grimoire was half-destroyed,‍​ and the effect‌⁠​ was limited to​⁠ a small hypnosis,‌​⁠ but it was⁠⁠ enough.

“Who⁠‌ heard what Jeffrey‌ said?”

“Me,‌‍ Aria, Gismond, Hyde…”​​

“Bring​​⁠ Aria and Gismond‌ here.”

“…Aria,‌⁠‍ Hyde, and Gismond…⁠​ I’ll bring them.”​‌⁠

Aria‍‍ entered first.

“Senior?​‌ Why is Count‌⁠ Daniel…?”

“Ah,‍ Lady Aria, I thought I’d share​ a fine liquor‍ with someone special.”⁠

“The‌‌ senior wanted to⁠ drink with me?​‍ He’s finally making​‍‌ connections…!”

Daniel‌​ opened the book⁠‍​ in front of‍​​ her eyes. Aria’s⁠‌ gaze turned glassy.​‍‌

“Did‍​‌ you call me,‍‍‌ young master?”

Then‌‌‌ Hyde entered.

“Drinking‍ together? I’m curious.⁠‍ What kind of‌‌⁠ liquor do wealthy‍ nobles drink…?”

Lastly,‌⁠ Gismond Ert.

“…What​‌ is this?”

The‌​ Count’s expression tightened​⁠‍ as he tried‍⁠ to ensnare him​‌ too.

“What​‌ kind of mana‍⁠⁠ is this…?”

The​‌⁠ strength of a mental wall didn’t‍​⁠ depend solely on​‍ the amount of​ mana, but it‌​ did influence.

And‌⁠ Gismond’s was even‍⁠‍ more resistant than​⁠‌ Aria Fridian’s.

“…I’ll‌‌⁠ have to burn‌ the whole book.”‌​​

Finally,‍ the grimoire was⁠ completely consumed.

At⁠⁠‌ least he had‍​​ achieved his goal—planting‍‍⁠ the seed to⁠​‍ continuously use Fernan​⁠ Pellenberg.

***‍​

Upon‌‌‍ waking, Fernan felt‍‍‌ like his head‌⁠ was going to‌‌ explode.

What​‌ had he done‌ last night?

He​ drank with Count‌​‌ Daniel, yes. Before‌ that, he accepted​‍ every drink offered‍‍​ by Aria.

‘It’s‍​ not like me‍⁠‌ to drink that‌​ much.’

And​ before that…

‘What​ did I do?’⁠

He​‌⁠ had found the‍‌⁠ dwarves.

He⁠​ had secured a one-week deadline to​‍​ return with evidence.‌​

After⁠⁠⁠ that…

‘After‍‌‌ that… what happened?’⁠‍

Nothing​⁠ in particular. Clearly,⁠‍ Jeffrey had been‍‍​ mistaken.

They​⁠‍ had simply unjustly​​‍ suspected an elf.‍‍⁠

“Young‍​⁠ master, are you​ awake?”

“Yes.”‌⁠‌

Hyde‍‌‌ entered.

“Do‍‌ you feel better?”​

“I​‍‍ feel like my​ head’s going to⁠⁠⁠ split.”

“You⁠‍ drank too much‌‌ last night—it’s normal.”​⁠

“I⁠​‌ drank that much?”‌‍‍

“You⁠ drank for hours⁠ with Count Daniel.⁠‌ You even called​ Lady Aria and​​‌ Gismond, and insisted⁠ I join…”

“Enough.”‍‌​

Last‍​ night, he had⁠​ drunk like a man possessed.

“Nothing⁠‍‍ strange happened, right?”‌⁠​

“Nothing.‌ By the way,​‍ what do you‍ plan to do‌​ now? Adolf Fridian‌​​ turned out not‍​‌ to be a Corrupted after all.”‌

“I’m⁠​‌ thinking about it.”​⁠

“Already‌‍ have an answer?”‌‌‍

“I’ll‍‌ send a letter⁠ to the Marquis‌⁠⁠ saying it was​​ a simple misunderstanding.​‍ I need to​‌ close this quickly.”‌

Normally,⁠‌​ he would’ve tried⁠ to buy time⁠‌ and gain an‍⁠​ advantage.

“But​​‌ the dwarven city‍ is more urgent.”‌

Because‌⁠​ there, it wasn’t​​‍ just Corrupteds—there was‍⁠ a high chance‍ a demon would‌​​ be summoned.

“Understood.‍⁠ Here, young master,‌‍ honey water.”

The‌ warm sweetness eased⁠ his discomfort slightly.⁠⁠⁠

“I⁠‍‌ also brought water‍ to wash up.”‌

“Thanks.”‌

Fernan⁠‌ rolled up his⁠⁠ sleeves and began⁠ washing his face.‍​​

Once.​‍

Twice.⁠​​

And‍‌ on the third⁠⁠ time.

“……?”‍⁠‍

His‍⁠ movements slowed down.‍⁠‍

“Young⁠ master? What’s wrong?”‌‌

Hyde,‌ noticing something odd,​‌ asked, but got‍​ no response.

At​ that very moment,‍​ Fernan plunged his​‍‍ head completely into‌⁠‍ the washbasin.

“Young‍​‌ master!?”

Hyde‍ panicked, but Fernan,⁠⁠ without lifting his‌​⁠ face from the‍ water, waved his⁠⁠ hand to signal⁠‍ he was okay.​​⁠

And‌​​ after a moment—‌‌‌

“…Those‍​ insects dared cast⁠‌⁠ hypnosis on me.”‍​

“Hypnosis?‍‌ What do you​ mean?”

“Hyde.‌‌ Stay still.”

Fernan‍​ approached with long⁠‌⁠ strides and dunked‍⁠ Hyde’s head into​ the same water.‍⁠⁠

He⁠ looked up.

“Indeed,⁠‍⁠ just as the​⁠⁠ young master said.​‍ Preparing the water‌ as holy water‌‍ in advance was‍⁠ the right call.”​

His​ eyes shone coldly.​​‍

“Now⁠​‍ I’ll kill everyone‌ who dared go‌ against you…”

“Don’t.‍ I let myself⁠‍⁠ get caught on‌​‌ purpose.”

Fernan‌‍​ had worn Wooden‌‍‍ and the bracelet‌ that strengthened his⁠ mental barrier just⁠‍ in time.

Thanks‌ to what had‍‍‌ happened, he had​ obtained very valuable​ information.

“That‌‌ book…”

The‍ very same one‍ with nothing written​‌ in it. It‍ undoubtedly hid something.‍‍

The⁠‌‍ same thing had⁠​ happened with that‌⁠​ Corrupted they’d seen‍​‍ alongside Professor Rosalia—Daniel‍‍‍ Kool had also‌⁠⁠ amplified dark magic‌‍⁠ through a book.‌​⁠

“But​​⁠ it had nothing‌⁠ written inside.”

What‌ Rosalia had said​‍‍ about blank pages‍‌ was true.

A grimoire should emanate‌‌‍ the energy it‍⁠‍ contains, but in⁠ this case, nothing​​ could be sensed⁠⁠ until the Corrupteds‍ invoked their magic.⁠‌⁠

“…Next​​‌ time, I’ll get​⁠ it—no matter what.”​

If‍⁠‌ he could discover‍​‌ the principle behind​⁠‌ how it enhanced‌⁠ the power of‍​‍ the Corrupteds, he⁠‍ could prepare more​ effectively for the‍‌⁠ future.

He‍ might even be⁠⁠‌ able to create‌‌ a new artifact.⁠

“I’ll‌ write a letter⁠‌‍ right now. Send‌‍ it to the‍ marquis.”

Fernan‍ put on his‌⁠ cloak.

“Where​ are you going,‍‍‍ young master?”

“I’ll‌ tell Adolf Fridian​‌ there are no‌‌‌ profitable resources here‍‌ and that I’m‍ pulling out.”

That⁠‍⁠ way, during the⁠‍‍ remaining days, he‌ would ease his​‍‌ enemies’ minds and⁠‍ secure the path‍​ back to the​​ dwarven city.

“And‍ what about Aria‌ and Gismond?”

“Leave⁠‌ them for now.‌ We’ll have a chance to free​⁠ them later.”

“Understood.​‍​ I won’t give​ away anything.”

“Good.”​

Fernan⁠​ and Hyde left‌​ the tent.

***‌​

“Then‌​ I’ll take my​‍⁠ leave.”

“It​⁠‌ was a pleasure‌ having you here.”‌⁠​

At‌‍ dawn, Count Daniel‌ Kool departed.

In​ just four days,‍ it was enough⁠⁠ to shut down⁠‌ the camp under​‌‍ the pretense that​ there were no‌‌‌ exploitable resources.

“I’m‌⁠​ very grateful for⁠‍‍ all your time.‌​‍ It was a big help.”

“I⁠‍ was just doing‍ my duty. It’s‍‌ a shame—I was​‌ hoping for a good mine.”

“It’s⁠ not that there‌​ wasn’t one, just‍​‌ not profitable enough.‌ Extracting from pure​ rock takes too‌ much money.”

With⁠‍‌ Adolf Fridian’s withdrawal,‍‍ the knights and⁠​‍ spiritists returned to⁠​ their respective posts.​‌

“What‌ a relief that​‌ Adolf oppa had​​ no ties to‍​⁠ the Corrupteds.”

“Yes,⁠​ a relief.”

“I’m⁠​ planning to stay⁠‍‍ at the family​ estate until the‌‌​ break ends. I want to keep‌ studying spiritism. What​ about you, senior?”‌‍

“Good​⁠​ idea. I’ll go‌‍‍ back to the​ Academy.”

“Thanks‍ for helping me!”⁠‍

“It⁠‌ wasn’t for free.​⁠ Send me the‌‌‌ agreed payment. If​ you try to​‌ dodge it with‍​‍ just words, I’ll‌⁠ show you how‍‌ effective the Pellenberg‌​ collectors are.”

“…Fine,‌‌ fine.”

In⁠ the end, Aria⁠ handed over licenses‍‍‌ and exploitation rights‌‍​ on her lands‍ as payment.

After​ that, they parted⁠ ways.

But—‌⁠

“…Where‌ are we going?​ This isn’t the⁠‍‍ way to the‍​‍ Academy.”

“Just⁠‌ follow me.”

Fernan‌ wasn’t heading to⁠​ the Academy.

“Isn’t​⁠⁠ this the exploration⁠ site? Don’t tell⁠ me we’re going‍​ where I think‍‌⁠ we are…”

“Probably.”⁠⁠

Together‌ with Gismond and‍ Hyde, he arrived‌ at the agreed​​ location with Ahgrot.⁠

“You’re‌ late!”

“At⁠⁠⁠ least you’re still⁠‍‍ here. I thought​ you’d left.”

“The‌⁠ deadline was one‍‌ week, and ten​​‌ days have passed!”​‌​

Despite⁠​‍ the deadline passing,‌ Ahgrot was still⁠‍ waiting.

“I⁠ had my own​ matters to handle.”‌

“The‌⁠⁠ mayor will be​‍ furious—ugh, I was‍​⁠ planning to wait‍⁠​ only until tomorrow,‌‌⁠ then leave.”

“In⁠‍‍ that case, I would’ve dug my‍‌⁠ way in myself.”⁠

The⁠ location of the⁠⁠‍ dwarven city was‌‌ etched into Fernan’s‍ memory.

The⁠‍‌ dwarves thought they‌⁠ had hidden it‍ with labyrinthine tunnels,‍‌ but Fernan was​⁠ a great earth​ mage.

Once​‍⁠ he stepped on​‍‍ land and smelled‌‍‍ money, he never​‍​ forgot it.

“…How‌‌​ can you say⁠‌⁠ that so casually?”‌

“Enough,⁠​ guide us inside.”⁠​​

“And⁠‍ why are there⁠‌⁠ more people? I told you you⁠ couldn’t tell anyone!”‍‍

“They’re​ not just anyone.​ One’s my trusted‌‍⁠ aide, the other‍ is my senior​⁠ at the Academy.”‍‍‍

“But…!”‌​‌

Ahgrot‍​ was angry.

“If​​ the mayor finds‌ out, he’ll be⁠​⁠ furious!”

“Convincing‌​‍ the mayor is‌​‍ my problem. You‍‌​ just guide us.”​⁠‍

Faced‌​ with Fernan’s insistence,‌ Ahgrot had to⁠‌​ give in.

“…Fine.​‌ But for the‍‍ record, I objected.”​

“Perfect.‍ Ah, and from​​ now on, Gismond‌⁠‌ senior is your‍‍ senior too, so‌ treat him with‍⁠⁠ respect.”

“Hold‌​‌ on, I never‍​ agreed to join‌⁠​ the Academy.”

“I‌‌ already submitted your‍ application.”

“What?”​

Ahgrot’s‌​​ eyes went wide.⁠

“So​‌ you’re Ahgrot. Wow,‌ you really do‍ look old.”

“…What⁠‌​ did you just⁠​ say?”

“Ah,‍⁠ sorry. Seeing you​ in person surprised⁠‌‍ me, I thought‌ it without meaning⁠ to.”

And⁠⁠ so, one dwarf‌ and three humans‍ descended into the‌ underground city.

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