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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 167

Chapter 167

“Wow,​ this never ends.‌‌​ How far down‌ are we going?”‍​

Gismond​​ looked around curiously.​⁠​ The gently sloping‌ cave landscape leading‌‌‌ into the depths‌ was surprisingly beautiful.‌

“We’re‍‍⁠ only halfway there…​‍⁠ senior.”

“Only‍ halfway? I swear⁠​‌ we’ve been walking‍⁠‌ for three hours.‌ So the dwarves⁠⁠‌ take more than⁠⁠‌ six hours every​‍​ time they go‍‌‍ outside?”

“Of‍ course not. It’s⁠​ because you’re outsiders—that’s⁠ why we make⁠‌⁠ you go around​ in circles.”

“H-How‌​ did you know…?”⁠

You‌‍ didn’t need to​​ be a genius​‌ to figure it‍ out. Sensing the‌ rising tension, Fernan⁠‍ changed the subject.‌​

“By⁠‌⁠ the way, do⁠‍‍ you know a dwarf named Adguif?”‍‌

“Captain​ Adguif? You… I mean, senior… wait,‌‍​ am I really‌​⁠ going to enter‍‍‍ the Academy?”

“Do⁠ your parents live⁠‍‍ in the city?”‌‍

“Yes,‍ of course, but…”‌

“Then​​ just go ask‌‍‍ for permission this‍‍‌ once, and it’s‌ settled.”

Back​ to the topic.⁠

“What‌‍ kind of dwarf⁠​ is Adguif?”

“He’s​⁠‌ the captain of‍ our guard. A just and upright⁠ person. All the​ dwarves respect him.”⁠‍​

Just‌​‍ and upright, Fernan​ thought. Very different‌‍‍ from what he‌‌​ had seen in⁠ the prophecy.

It⁠‌‌ could only be⁠ one of two‍ things—either the future‌⁠ had changed and‌‌‌ he wasn’t a Corrupted yet, or⁠ he was hiding‍​‌ his true face.⁠​‌

“Haven’t‍‌ there been any​​‍ disappearances in your​‌ city?”

“How⁠‌ do you know⁠‌‌ that…? Is there‍‍ a spy among​⁠ us?”

Ahgrot⁠‌‌ was left speechless.⁠⁠

“Yes,‌‍ it’s been a while now. Miners⁠⁠ who went on‍⁠​ expeditions in search‌‍ of mines vanished…‍ ah, I shouldn’t‍‍ be saying this…!”⁠‍

He‌⁠ covered his mouth‌​ too late.

“Ten‌⁠ grams of mithril.”⁠⁠

“…Fine,⁠ but don’t tell​ anyone.”

Resigned,​ Ahgrot continued.

“We’ve‍‌​ been living here⁠‍ for hundreds of​ years, and the‌ nearby mines are​ already depleted. So‍⁠​ going far out​ to look for‌⁠​ minerals is normal.”‍​‍

“What​⁠‌ about the iron‌‍⁠ mine where we⁠​ met?”

“That‍​ was too close​ to call it‍ an expedition. More‍‌​ like something we‍​‍ avoided, since it’s⁠ near elven territory.​‍‍ I used to​ sneak out there⁠ from time to‌‍‍ time to get​⁠⁠ some ore.”

He‍ confessed he considered​​ it his own‌ “hidden treasure.”

“Unnecessary⁠​ detail.”

“Anyway,​‍‍ that’s brought us​ trouble. There have​​ always been monster​​‍ attacks, but this⁠ time it was​​‌ different. An entire‌‍ tunnel collapsed.”

As‌​‌ casualties increased, the⁠‍​ dwarves became increasingly⁠​ resistant to those‍ expeditions.

“And⁠⁠⁠ when they tried‌ to clear the‍ collapsed tunnel, miners‍⁠‌ and guards disappeared.”​⁠

“Disappeared?”​

“Yes.‌​ Not a single‍‌‌ corpse. Just some​⁠ bloodstains, tracks as⁠⁠‌ if they’d been​​‍ dragged off by⁠‌‌ monsters.”

For‍‍ a tunnel built‌ by dwarves to‍ collapse like that,‌⁠‌ and not leave‍‌​ even one survivor,​‌⁠ was enough to​‌‍ shake the entire‍‍ city.

“That’s‍ why things are​‌ unstable now. Some‍‍ don’t want to​‌⁠ leave their home,‍ but after running⁠⁠‍ into you guys,‍​​ I fear it’ll⁠‍ get even worse.”‌‌

“Haven’t‌‌ you found any‌ traces of the‌​‌ missing?”

“No.⁠‍ Captain Adguif has⁠‌⁠ led the investigations,⁠‌ but nothing turns‍‍​ up.”

“Of‍‌ course.”

How‍ could you trust‍‍ the cat to​‍​ find the missing⁠ fish?

“What‍ do you mean​‌⁠ by that?”

“Nothing.‍‍ Keep telling me‌‌ about your city.”​‍‌

“…But​⁠⁠ if I say‍‌‍ I’m going to​‍ the Academy, will​⁠‍ the mayor allow‌⁠⁠ it?”

“Leave‌ that to me.​‍‍ You just get​ ready.”

“Really?”⁠

Though⁠‌‍ he looked a bit unsure, Ahgrot​‍⁠ didn’t seem unwilling.⁠⁠

“Doesn’t‌‌‌ sound so bad,⁠​‍ right?”

“It’s‍‍ just I’ve never​ left here. After‌ seeing the elf‍ city, I felt‌ like discovering more.”​‌‌

“Do​⁠ many dwarves think‍⁠ like you?”

“Yes,⁠ quite a few.⁠​‌ Some wonder why‍​⁠ we have to‍⁠ live buried underground.”​⁠

It‌⁠⁠ made sense. No‌ matter how big⁠‍‌ the underground city⁠‍​ was, nothing compared​‍​ to the open⁠ sky and the‍‌‍ vast continent.

‘So‌ a relocation.’

If‌‌ he could grant‌ the dwarves land​ and titles, he‍ could turn them​⁠ into loyal subjects—or‍‌ better yet, into⁠ a source of​​‌ income for the‌‍ Pellenberg.

They​ didn’t realize how​ far they had‌ walked until the‌ city’s main gate‌ finally appeared.

Something⁠ was wrong.

“Move​ him, now!”

“The‌‌⁠ search party isn’t​ back yet! Head‌‌ straight to the‍ site!”

“They’re​​ on their way!”‌​‌

The‍​⁠ gate, which should’ve‌‍​ been closed, was‌‍ wide open, and‍​⁠ a large number‍⁠ of guards were‍​⁠ rushing in and⁠ out.

“…What’s‍ going on here?”​

“Something‌ happened?”

“Ahgrot?”‍

“Captain!​‍‌ My respects!”

A dwarf, leading the‍ guards, had spotted‌ him.

He​ was strange—he had⁠​‍ no beard at‌‌ all, very unusual​‍‍ for a dwarf.​​

“I⁠​ heard you went⁠‍​ out with a human. You’re late.”⁠‍

“Sorry,‍‌ there was a mishap…”

His⁠⁠ gaze swept over⁠​‌ Fernan and the⁠ others, frowning.

“So​​​ it was true.”‍

“Excuse‍⁠​ me? What did​​‌ you say?”

“Nothing.‌‍‍ But I heard​ it was one⁠ human. Why are‌ there more?”

“…There⁠‍‌ were circumstances.”

The‌ captain ignored Ahgrot⁠ and extended his‌ hand to Fernan.​⁠

“I’m‌ Adguif, captain of‌​ the guard.”

“Fernan⁠⁠ Pellenberg.”

“Pellenberg?‌‍ As in the​‌ Pellenberg I know?”‌‌

“If​‍ the Pellenberg symbol⁠​ is the turtle,‍‌ then yes.”

“…Holy‌⁠ hell.”

Adguif’s⁠⁠ eyes widened, though​‌ he quickly regained⁠​ his composure.

“Welcome⁠ to the city.⁠⁠ The mayor is‌‌ expecting you. Ahgrot!”‍​

“Yes,​⁠ captain.”

“Take​ our guests to‌⁠⁠ the mayor, then⁠​ report back to‍⁠ the barracks.”

“Yes,​ understood. But… what’s‌​ happening?”

“Tunnel‌​‍ 31 collapsed.”

“Again…?”⁠‌⁠

“This​‌ isn’t the time​‍​ to discuss it‍⁠‌ in front of​‌ guests. I must​‌ go.”

With‌ a shout, Adguif​ left along with⁠‍ the guards and​​⁠ the search party.‍​

“Damn,⁠​ another tunnel… come‌‌ on, senior.”

‘That’s​‌ Adguif? What do‌⁠⁠ you think, Wooden?’​

— Kyuu.

The‌ golem shook its​⁠ head. He didn’t​‍‌ seem like a Corrupted, though nothing⁠‌ was certain.

Wooden‌ easily detected external​‌ magic, but not⁠⁠‌ hidden forces—that was​ more Aint’s specialty.‍​

Even⁠ so, Adguif seemed‍ powerful.

Not⁠​ quite Royal Knight​‍ level, but close.​‌‍

‘Maybe‍ I should’ve brought‌ Luina.’

Clicking‌‌​ his tongue, Fernan‍ entered the city.​

***‌​

“Seems‌​​ like on the‍ surface, they call​​​ a week what⁠‍‌ we here call‍⁠ ten days.”

The‍‌ mayor wasn’t very‌​‍ pleased.

And‌‌‍ Fernan understood—not expelling‍⁠⁠ him immediately was‌⁠​ already a great‌ act of patience.‍

“My‌‌​ apologies. Something unexpected‍​‌ came up.”

“Unexpected?”‍

“A⁠ matter with the​ Corrupteds. They’re active⁠ both above and​⁠ below ground.”

At​ that, the mayor‍‍‍ changed the subject.​‌‌

“I’ve⁠‌ been thinking about⁠ what you said.⁠⁠ You claim there’s​​ a Corrupted among‌‍ the dwarves?”

“Yes.‍ And I’m still​‌ convinced of it.”​‌⁠

Fernan’s⁠‍​ firm tone left⁠​‌ the mayor silent⁠ for a moment‌‍ before he spoke‍⁠ again.

“You​⁠ know something? We’ve‍ had a problem‌ for some years‍‌⁠ now—when the nearby​ mines ran dry,​⁠‌ our mining expeditions‌‍ went farther out,⁠ and that drew⁠ monsters into the‍​ tunnels.”

That⁠‌ was the small‌‍‌ issue he had​​‍ mentioned earlier.

“I⁠ heard about it​ on the way⁠‍‌ in.”

“Then⁠⁠ you know security⁠⁠‌ is a disaster.”​

But⁠‌‍ he added nothing‍‍‍ further.

“Yes,⁠ but those attacks​​⁠ were minor. At‌ most ten casualties,‍‌‍ sometimes just one‌ or two. Annoying,‍​ but we managed⁠ by reinforcing the‌⁠‌ guard.”

However,⁠⁠ something different had⁠​ happened just a few days ago.‌⁠‌

A collapse so powerful‌‍​ that an entire​​⁠ tunnel caved in‍‍‍ and all the‌‍ dwarves inside disappeared.‌

Only⁠⁠ traces of struggle⁠‍ and bloodstains remained‍ as proof that​⁠ they had ever‌⁠​ existed.

“Dozens‍‍ missing. At first,​⁠ I believed that,‌ in searching for‌ new mines, we‍⁠ had awakened a monster nest.”

“And‌​‍ do you really​​ believe that?”

“Yes,​⁠​ that’s what I wanted to believe.‌⁠‌ These past days,‍​⁠ even though we’ve⁠⁠‌ searched thoroughly around​​⁠ the collapsed tunnel,⁠​ we haven’t found‌‌ any nest.”

Not‌ long ago, he‍⁠⁠ had started to‍⁠​ feel that something‍‍​ didn’t add up.​

He⁠‍ knew that some‍‍‌ dwarves, dissatisfied with⁠​ living confined in⁠ the city, were​ moving differently.

He​‌ had wanted to‍ believe that time‌‍⁠ would solve it—that‌ it was an​​‍ inevitable problem after‍ so many years‍​ of stagnation.

But⁠ the idea that⁠‍​ they were involved‌‍⁠ in the monster⁠⁠ attacks and the‌ disappearance of dwarves⁠​​ was completely unexpected.‌⁠

“We’ve⁠​‍ lived together in‍ this cramped place‍⁠‌ for hundreds of‍‍ years.”

The⁠‌ dwarven city wasn’t‍ small. But it‌​ wasn’t just about‍‌⁠ size.

“Do‍‍‍ you know what’s​ most important for‌‍ surviving so long‍⁠‌ in an enclosed,‌​ isolated, and limited⁠ space?”

“Avoiding⁠‍‌ fights?”

“Correct.​ There must be​ no disputes. Once‌‍​ they start, there’s​​⁠ no going back.”‍‍‌

Humans‌⁠‌ could fight and⁠​‌ then flee to‌⁠ another city, another​⁠ kingdom. But dwarves​​ couldn’t.

Their‌ city was the‌‌‌ only one, and⁠‍‌ the outside world⁠‌​ was unknown and​⁠ feared.

“That’s‌‍ why I turned‍‍‍ a blind eye.”‌‍

Even‍⁠ if he suspected‌⁠⁠ his own people,‌​ exposing it poorly‌​‌ could drag the‍‍ entire city into⁠‍⁠ ruin.

“Were‍ you waiting for​⁠ the right moment?”‍

“It⁠‍ may sound like​ an excuse, but‍​‍ yes. I wanted‍⁠⁠ to catch solid​‍‌ evidence.”

To​​ end it with⁠‌‌ the least possible‍ damage and in⁠ a definitive way.⁠​

“The‍⁠ problem is, I didn’t understand why‍‍⁠ they were sacrificing​ their own kin,‍‍⁠ one after another.​ Why hundreds of‍‍ dwarves had to⁠‌ be offered…”

But​​⁠ now he understood.​

As⁠‍‌ incredible as it‌ seemed, if there​​⁠ were Corrupted among⁠ the dwarves, everything⁠​ made sense.

The‍‍​ traitors had sold‍‍ their own race‍ to the demons.‍‌

The‌‌‌ mayor clenched his‌ teeth.

“…Let‌​ me ask you‌‌ again.”

He​⁠⁠ wasn’t trying to⁠⁠​ hide it anymore.‌‍

One‌‍‌ tunnel had collapsed⁠ and dozens had⁠‍ disappeared at once.‌ A few days‍ later, another had⁠ given way.

Surely,‍ those victims had‌‌⁠ also been delivered‍⁠⁠ to a demon.​

“Do‍‌ you have proof?‌‌​ Not words, but⁠ something that anyone‌ would accept as‌​ indisputable evidence.”

At‍‍ that moment, Fernan‌‍ appeared like a rope thrown into​ the abyss.

“Not‌ yet.”

“Not‍​ yet?”

“But⁠‍​ I think soon.​ The Corrupted usually‍‍​ rely on monsters.‍⁠⁠ Near the attacked​‌⁠ tunnels, they must‌ have hidden creatures.”‌‍

“But​‌​ we’ve searched tirelessly⁠⁠​ around the collapsed⁠ tunnel and found⁠ nothing. Surely, that’s⁠‌​ also the fault​⁠ of those traitors.”‍‌‌

The⁠ dwarves had spent⁠ their entire lives‍​ digging through the⁠‌ earth. No one⁠‍⁠ surpassed them underground.‌‍‍

If⁠ they hadn’t found‌⁠‌ anything, it meant⁠ there was nothing.‍

“Yes,⁠⁠‍ that must be‍​⁠ it.”

Unless​ their own had‌⁠‌ purposely hidden the​ truth.

“If​ we let this‍​ go, it’ll be⁠ over soon. To⁠ the Corrupted, the‌‌ dwarven city is⁠⁠ too sweet a prey.”

A large, underground, isolated‍⁠ city.

Perfect‍‍ to use as‍⁠⁠ a sacrifice to​⁠⁠ summon demons without‍⁠‍ anyone finding out.⁠‌‍

“But⁠⁠‌ your words sound⁠ like you have​ a plan.”

“I​ do. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t​​​ have dared come⁠‍​ to see you‍⁠⁠ with such confidence.​​⁠ Though maybe a week won’t be⁠⁠ enough.”

“It​‌ could take months—it⁠‌⁠ doesn’t matter, as‌⁠‌ long as you‌ manage to uncover⁠⁠ it.”

“That​ complicates things. The⁠​ Academy reopens soon.”⁠​

And​ besides, that much‌⁠ time wouldn’t be​‍ necessary.

“Let​‌‌ me join the​‌ search for the‍ missing and the⁠‍‍ new mining expedition.⁠‌⁠ With my companions.”​

“Trying‌ to make up‌‍‌ for bringing more⁠ humans, are you?⁠‍‍ No wonder they​ say it’s never‌ wise to deal⁠​​ with the Pellenberg.”​​‌

But⁠⁠ in this situation,‌ even the help​​⁠ of a cat⁠​‌ was needed.

“…One​‍‌ more thing. The‍ Corrupted you suspect—is​ he a member​‍​ of the guard?”​⁠⁠

“Yes.​‌ I think the‍⁠ same as you.”⁠

Upon⁠ hearing the confirmation,​‍ the mayor pressed‍‌‍ his lips together.​

“…Fine,⁠⁠​ I’ll leave it‍ to you.”

“Thank‌ you.”

Fernan‍ pulled out some​‌ papers.

“What’s​⁠ that?”

“A⁠ contract.”

“A‍‍‍ contract?”

“One‍‍⁠ that states that,‌⁠ in exchange for‍ eliminating the threat​ of the Corrupted,‍​ you’ll collaborate with‌‍ the Golden Turtle⁠⁠ Guild.”

“What​⁠ did you say?”‍‌

The⁠‍‍ mayor’s face twisted.⁠

“By‌ what right?”

“You’ve‌ spent too much⁠‍​ time underground—it seems⁠⁠ you’ve forgotten that‍‌‍ in this world,​⁠ nothing is free.”​⁠⁠

Everything​ has a price.‍

“But​​ we’re honest merchants.‌⁠ If there are​⁠⁠ profits for both‌‍​ sides, there are‍​ never any losses.”⁠

“A‍‌ contract drawn up‌ without my consent​​ isn’t a loss?⁠‍⁠ And you say​ it’ll be beneficial?”‍​⁠

“Please‍‍ read the last⁠ clause.”

The⁠⁠ mayor flipped through⁠⁠ the document.

【Article‌ 15. If the‍​⁠ contract is fulfilled,‍ the Pellenberg Family​ will grant the‌‍‍ County of Algott​‌‍ to the dwarves‌​ and facilitate their​​‍ relocation. The leader​‌‍ of the dwarves⁠ will become the‌ Count of Algott.】‌

“……!”​⁠⁠

“You‍‍‌ said you have‌​ nowhere to flee?​‌ That the outside‍ world is too‌‍ dangerous? Then take⁠‍ my hand.”

Fernan‍​ smiled.

“I‍‌‌ know many dwarves‍ are asking why⁠ they remain buried​‍ and want to⁠​ see the surface.”⁠‌‌

How​⁠‌ much longer will​‍​ they keep hiding?⁠⁠

“The‌‍ Pellenberg will give‌‍‍ you vast lands,​ legitimacy, and a noble title.”

In​‌ return, the dwarves‍​⁠ only had to‍‍ cooperate with the‌ guild.

“What​ do you say?‍⁠ It’s a deal‍ where everyone wins,‍ isn’t it?”

But‍ he didn’t stop⁠ there.

Fernan‍ went one step​​⁠ further, appealing to⁠‌‍ the mayor’s ambition.​‍

“You‌‍‍ will become the⁠ Count of Algott.‍​ Not an elected​ mayor, but the⁠‌ eternal leader of‍​ the dwarves.”

The‌⁠⁠ smile on Fernan’s​ face widened.

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