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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 168

Chapter 168

“…You‍​ know something?”

The‌⁠​ mayor spent a good while silently‍⁠ examining the contract.⁠‌ Finally, he spoke‍​‍ slowly.

“I⁠‍ know well the‌​ value of the‌‌ dwarves. They’re all‍‌​ craftsmen. The weapons⁠ and armor they⁠ forge are recognized⁠ for their excellent‍ quality anywhere.”

Although⁠‍ they lived in⁠ isolation in the‍‍ underground city, they​​‌ weren’t completely cut‍⁠ off from the‌⁠ outside. To survive,⁠‌​ they occasionally crafted​​ weapons and sold‌⁠​ them on the‍⁠​ black market.

Most‌​ of the dwarven‍ weapons circulating on‍‌ the surface came​‌‌ from them.

“If​⁠ we were to⁠ emerge immediately, all⁠ the kingdoms and​ nobles of the⁠ Empire would fight​ over who gets‍​ to welcome us.”‍‍

And⁠ yet, they didn’t​​‌ leave. They knew⁠⁠ it wasn’t out⁠‌ of goodwill.

Without‍ a firm base​⁠‍ or a common​⁠ center, they would‌⁠ only be used⁠ and end up‍​ scattered.

“So⁠⁠⁠ tell me—what makes‍ your proposal different?‌ Do you think​​⁠ the dwarves are‍ that naive? Do‍⁠⁠ you really believe‍ this contract is​‍ balanced and fair?”‍‍‍

More‍​‍ than anyone, the‍‍⁠ Pellenbergs were the‌⁠⁠ most shameless.

“But‍‍ there’s a big⁠ difference between the‍⁠‍ others and me.”⁠‌

“A​‍ difference?”

“To⁠ begin with, the​‌⁠ others don’t know‌‌⁠ the dwarven city‍‍ is here—but I do. And also.”‍​

Fernan​⁠‍ raised one finger.‍‍‌

“The‌⁠ others don’t know⁠​ there’s a Corrupted​‍ among the dwarves—but​ I do.”

He​​⁠ raised a second⁠⁠​ finger.

“The⁠‍​ others don’t know‌⁠‍ how to uncover⁠ those Corrupted—but I do.”

He​‌ raised a third‍‍⁠ finger.

“The‍‍ others don’t know‍⁠ what the Corrupted​ are planning—but I do. That difference⁠‍‍ tips the scales.”​​‌

And‍ he was right.​⁠⁠

“No​⁠‌ matter how great‍‍​ the dwarves are—what​ good is it⁠⁠⁠ if they don’t​⁠ survive?”

“If⁠⁠ you weren’t the​​ Pellenberg heir, I’d‍ have slit your⁠⁠ throat already.”

“And‍ if I weren’t​⁠ the Pellenberg heir,‍ I’d never dare‍‍‌ say something like‌⁠ this.”

“Very⁠ well. Then I’ll‍‌‌ add a clause​‌ to the contract.”​​⁠

The⁠ mayor took a pen and wrote⁠‌ at the end​‍⁠ of the document.‌‌⁠

【Article‌⁠​ 16. All terms⁠ of this contract‌ will only be⁠‌⁠ fulfilled if Fernan‌​​ Pellenberg identifies the‌ Corrupted and restores‍⁠ peace to the⁠​ dwarven city.】

“Perfect.”‍⁠​

They⁠ both signed and‍‌ sealed the contract⁠‌‍ with magic to⁠⁠‍ prevent forgery.

“But‍‍‌ I’m curious. What‌ if we simply​​⁠ leave and tear⁠‌ this paper up?‌⁠ What good is⁠⁠‌ this contract then?”​

“Don’t​⁠ worry.”

Fernan‌⁠‌ carefully folded the⁠ contract and tucked⁠⁠‌ it into his⁠ chest.

“The⁠​ Pellenberg collection capability‌‌⁠ is the best‌⁠⁠ on the continent.”‍

The⁠⁠ name “Pellenberg” was‍‍⁠ guarantee enough.

***⁠⁠

“The‍​ mayor told me‍ to formally reintroduce⁠‌ myself. I’m Adguif,‍⁠ captain of the⁠‍ city guard—though I don’t deserve the​‌ title.”

Adguif‌‌‍ was a dwarf‌⁠⁠ with a solid‍‌ build. Unlike most,‍‍​ he had almost‌ no beard, and‌‌​ he was taller—over‌‌ ten centimeters above‌​ the rest, who⁠⁠⁠ averaged around a meter and a half.

His‌​‍ muscular body looked‍ ready to burst,⁠ and the natural​‌ pressure he gave‍‍‍ off made it​​ clear he was‍ a warrior of​⁠ superior level.

He⁠⁠ held a massive‌​ battle axe in‍​ one hand and‍ extended the other⁠‌​ in greeting.

“Fernan‌​⁠ Pellenberg. He is‍​ my escort and⁠‍⁠ someone I trust‍ completely, and this⁠​ is a senior​​ of mine.”

“Hyde.”​

“Gismond​‍ Ert.”

The​⁠‌ Guard was the‌​‍ most important organization‌⁠​ in the dwarven‍⁠ city. It was‍‌ the only real​⁠‌ military force they​ had—and therefore the‍​​ largest. The captain‌⁠⁠ of the guard⁠‌ was, in fact,‍⁠ the second most‌ powerful person in‌ the city.

“It’s​​ strange to see‌‍ a human here⁠‌ in our city.”‍

“It’s‌‍‌ an honor for⁠ me as well‌​​ to see the⁠​⁠ dwarves’ underground city.”‍⁠‍

“An​‍ honor?”

“Merchants​⁠ seek out the‍ dwarves for one⁠ reason.”

To⁠​ obtain their goods.‌ Adguif understood the‍ meaning and his‍ eyes gleamed.

“Follow‍​ me. But tell​‍ me, how did‌‍ you get here?”​

Adguif⁠‌‍ led Fernan’s group⁠‌ through the complex‌ underground tunnels. They⁠ were heading to⁠‍ tunnel number 31—the​‌‌ one that had‌‌ collapsed.

“It‍ was by chance.‌​‍ I was exploring‍‌​ with the elves⁠ regarding rights to⁠‍‌ exploit the rocky‍‍ mountains, to see​⁠ if there was‌‌‍ anything useful.”

“Elves⁠‌​ granting exploitation rights…?”​‌​

“Elves​⁠ are changing. They’re‍ much more open⁠ than before.”

“I‍‌ see.”

Adguif⁠ smiled bitterly.

The​⁠ path was dark⁠ and winding like‍​‌ a maze. There‍ were magical lamps,⁠​ but they were‌ too far apart​‌ and very dim.⁠‌​

‘Compared⁠​‌ to the ones​​ taken from the‍ First Emperor’s dungeon,‌‍​ this is like​ comparing the full⁠ moon to a firefly.’

Humanity⁠ had regressed significantly⁠⁠​ in terms of⁠​ magic.

“But⁠ to be honest,‍​ I don’t understand.​‍ I’m doing this‍‍‌ because the mayor‌ asked, but why‌⁠‍ do you want⁠ to see a collapsed tunnel?”

“For⁠‌⁠ investment.”

“Investment?”‌‍⁠

“As‍⁠​ I walked through​ the city, I saw many shortages.”‍

It‍‌ was natural in‍ an isolated city.​‌‍ Even if they‌‍ traded occasionally, the‌‍‌ city’s size made‌‍ it so that‍‌ nothing was ever‍ enough.

“I‌⁠ concluded there was⁠ a lot to‍​​ give and a lot to gain.”⁠​⁠

Fernan​ wasn’t a philanthropist—he⁠ was a merchant‌‍ seeking profit.

“I⁠‌⁠ need to confirm⁠​‌ whether the dwarves​‌‌ can continue fulfilling​ their role in⁠‌ a stable way.”‍​‍

“That’s​‌‍ why you want‌‍‍ to see the⁠​ tunnel?”

“I⁠ want to verify‍‍⁠ whether the dwarves​‌ can overcome that‌⁠ risk on their⁠ own—or, if not,‍‌ whether we Pellenberg‌​​ can handle it.‌ And if it⁠ would still be⁠ profitable.”

“That’s‌‌‌ why you left‌⁠ a few days‍⁠‌ ago.”

“Exactly.‌‍‌ I’m not the​ family head, I had no decision-making​ power.”

“And‍ now you do?”‌​

“I​​ received it.”

“The‌​ mayor and the‍​ council approved it?”​‍‌

“The‌ council doesn’t know,‍‌ but the mayor⁠ judged it best‍‌⁠ for the survival‌​ of the dwarves.”‍​⁠

Adguif’s‌‌ expression hardened immediately.‍‌

“Something‌‌​ wrong?”

“…Nothing.”‌

With‌ that, silence fell⁠​⁠ over the tunnel.‍‌‍ Only the sound‌‍⁠ of footsteps echoed​‍ softly.

After⁠​‌ a while, Adguif‍‍​ murmured in a barely audible voice.‍‌‍

“Then‍​ if this issue⁠‌ is resolved, what⁠‍⁠ happens?”

“With​‌‌ the risk gone,⁠‍⁠ Pellenberg’s investment will⁠ grow even more.​‌ Everything will move‍‌ quickly.”

“And⁠‌ if not?”

“If⁠ it’s not worth‌​ it, no matter‌ how skilled the​​ dwarves are, we⁠⁠‌ have no reason​ to take a loss.”

“…I‌​‌ see.”

Adguif‌‍ nodded heavily. Fernan‍‌ couldn’t see the⁠⁠​ expression forming on‌ his face.

***‌

“This​⁠ is tunnel 31.”⁠‍‌

Tunnel​ 31, quite far⁠ from the underground​ city, was a mine where black‌‌ rock was extracted.​

The⁠​ inside of the⁠‌​ tunnel was, in⁠‌​ itself, a ruin.⁠

Of​‍‌ the multiple branching⁠‍ paths, more than⁠‌​ half were blocked,​⁠ and everywhere there‌​‌ were bloodstains and‌‌​ signs of battle.‌⁠

What​‌ was strange was⁠ that despite all⁠‌ that, not a single corpse was​‌‌ in sight.

‘It’s⁠ the work of‌‍‍ the Corrupted.’

They⁠‌ had taken all​ the bodies as​‌​ sacrifices. To summon​ the 58th demon,‍ Aym.

“How‍​ unfortunate.”

“It​ is. I will‌‍ make sure to‌‌‍ avenge our brothers.”​

Adguif​⁠⁠ nodded with resolve.​

Faced​‌‍ with that repugnant​​ act, Fernan barely‍‌ nodded back.

‘I‌⁠ suppose a traitor‌‍⁠ needs at least​​⁠ this level of‍​ theatrics.’

Fernan‍‌ glanced toward the‌ dwarves clearing the​‍​ rubble.

‘Indeed,⁠ dwarves are the‍‍ race of the⁠‍​ earth.’

No‍⁠ matter how wide‌​​ the mines they‍ built, they were‍ still confined spaces.‌

And‌ yet, no other‍​‍ race could clear​​ a collapse as⁠ quickly as the‍ dwarves.

“How⁠ many dwarves have⁠​ disappeared?”

“Fifty​‌ miners and ten‍⁠ guards.”

Sixty‌ in total. Not‌‍ a small number.‍⁠​

“Did‍ you find any‍ traces of magical⁠​ beasts?”

“Magical⁠​ beasts? Are you⁠ saying this is​⁠​ their doing and⁠‍ not monsters’?”

“I’ve​​ faced magical beasts​ plenty. They hide‍ underground and dig​‌‍ tunnels with great​⁠ skill.”

“I‌ hadn’t thought about‌‍ it but it’s‍​ possible. We’ll take‌​ that into account⁠‌​ during the search.”⁠‌

Even‌​‌ with that suggestion,⁠⁠‌ Adguif tilted his​​‍ head in gratitude,‌ not a single‍ muscle shifting.

Two​‍‌ days passed like‌ that. Fernan’s group​​‍ set up a tent inside the⁠‍‌ tunnel and stayed⁠‍ there.

“Damn‍​ bastards… taking every⁠‌ last body of‍ so many dwarves.”​

Inside​⁠ the tent, a purification artifact worked​‍⁠ hard to clean​⁠ the stale air.‍

“What‌​‍ if they really‍⁠ end up summoning​‌ the demon?”

“We​⁠ won’t allow that.”‌‌‍

“But‍⁠ will you be‌‍ able to find‍⁠​ the magical beasts?‍⁠⁠ If even the‌​‍ dwarves couldn’t…”

“It’s​⁠ not that they‌‍ can’t find them—it’s​⁠ that they don’t‌‌‍ want to.”

At‌‌‌ that remark, Gismond⁠‌‌ gave a meaningful⁠‌‌ smile.

“I​⁠ had my doubts,‌ but in the​ end, that guy‍ is who we‌ suspected, right?”

The‌​ name that had‌‌ appeared in the‍ prophecy and that⁠⁠ Fernan had already⁠‍ suspected during his⁠ meeting with Ahgrot—the‌‍⁠ traitor of the⁠​ dwarves.

“That’s‍ right.”

“So​ what do you​ plan to do?”‌​

“In‍​​ every matter, the​‍ most important thing⁠‍⁠ is pretext. Adguif‌​‌ is quite respected‌​​ in the dwarven⁠ city, with the⁠⁠ support of many‍ of his kind.”‍​​

He‍ couldn’t just strike‍ him down without⁠‌​ solid evidence.

“First,​ we’ll gather proof.‍‍‍ Starting with the⁠‌‌ magical beasts.”

“And‌⁠ what if the‌ dwarves decide to‍‌‍ block everything? Will‌‍⁠ you still be⁠‌ able to find‍​‍ them?”

“Yes.”⁠‌

Fernan⁠ stroked the pendant‌‍ hanging from his‍ neck.

“Wooden,​‌‍ it’s time for‌‍​ you to get‌​ to work.”

— Kyuu!

Wooden⁠ jumped out of‌​ the pendant.

“Huh?​ What is that…?”‍⁠

Gismond’s‌⁠ eyes widened.

“Oh,​ right. This is⁠​ the first time​⁠⁠ I’ve shown him⁠​ to you, senior.”‌

“Don’t‌‌⁠ tell me that’s​​⁠ a golem…”

“Exactly.”​

— Kyu!

Wooden⁠ waved cheerfully at​‍ Gismond.

“A‌ golem with ego…‍‌⁠ incredible.”

“Ego?”​⁠

“Well,‍‍ if I had‍​ to adapt it‌ to a word‌ from this world…‌ it would be⁠‌​ something like a golem with consciousness.”‍‍

“Correct.⁠‌‍ And as you’ve⁠ surely deduced, you‍​ can never tell​​‌ anyone about this.​⁠ You know what‍ would happen if‌​ you break that‍ promise, right?”

“…O-Of​ course.”

Gismond’s​​ face paled as​‍ he recalled his‍ first encounter with‌‌​ Fernan.

“Wooden,‍‌‍ do everything you⁠​‍ can to locate‌‌ magical beasts nearby.​​‌ And if you‌⁠ don’t find them,⁠⁠ keep searching until​ you do.”

— Kyuu!

Wooden‌ placed both paws‌‌‌ on the ground.​

Crack!​​

Roots⁠ sprouted from them‍⁠ and burrowed into‌ the earth, slowly​‍​ spreading in all​ directions.

“Senior,‍⁠ are you awake?”⁠‍

Ahgrot‌⁠ called to Fernan‌ from outside.

“Come‌​‌ in.”

Fernan⁠⁠ covered Wooden with‌‌​ a cloth and‌‌​ shielded him with​⁠ his body. Ahgrot‍‍‌ entered the tent.‍⁠‌

“We’ve⁠‍ finished clearing.”

“What⁠‌ did you find?”‍‌

“Monster‍‍ traces, but without⁠ the proper preparations,‍⁠⁠ tracking them would⁠‌ be impossible. So‌‍ for now, there⁠ won’t be a hunt.”

“You‌‌ said there were​‍ two collapses recently?”⁠

“Yes.⁠ Before, there had⁠‍⁠ been disappearances due​ to monster attacks,‌​ but tunnel collapses—this‌⁠​ is only the‍​ second.”

“Then‌‍ the missing must⁠​​ number in the‍ hundreds.”

“Exactly‍⁠ 151.”

If‌‍​ you included the​‍​ small-scale disappearances accumulated⁠⁠ before, the figure​⁠⁠ was even more‌ terrifying.

‘That‍ bastard is completely‌ insane.’

The‌‌‌ meeting between Aint‍​ and Ahgrot would‌ be in a few years. By​ then, the situation⁠​ would’ve escalated to⁠ the point of​ devouring the entire⁠⁠ city.

The‍ captain of the⁠‍ guard had turned​‍‌ into nourishment the‍​ very city he‍ was meant to⁠ protect.

And​ the mayor, fearing⁠​ collapse, had tolerated⁠‍​ it.

‘No,​⁠ wait. From his‌⁠⁠ reactions, he doesn’t​​ seem so irresponsible.⁠ If these collapses‍​ had happened multiple⁠​ times, would he⁠ have stayed silent?’‍

Were‌​‍ all dwarves so​​ naïve as to​⁠‍ let it slide?​⁠‍

‘Could‍ it be that⁠​ something has changed‌ in the future?⁠​ Because of my‌ visit to the⁠⁠ dwarven city?’

But⁠⁠ what exactly had​ he done to​‌ alter things?

“When​⁠ did the first‌ collapse occur?”

“Nine⁠​​ days ago.”

Exactly​⁠ the day after​⁠ Fernan had left⁠​ the city.

‘Did⁠‌ my arrival make​‍‍ Adguif nervous? But⁠ why?’

He​‍⁠ didn’t know. Fernan‌‍ shook his head​​‌ and changed the‍ subject.

“So​​ they’ll be withdrawing​ soon, right?”

“Yes,⁠ that’s what they​ say. And you,‍ senior, what will⁠‌‍ you do?”

“Can‍ we stay a few more days?”‌​​

“Captain​ Adguif said yes.‍‌‍ If so, I’ll⁠‌⁠ stay on as‍‍ your guide.”

“Then‌⁠⁠ we’ll stay a few more days‍ to investigate.”

“Understood.⁠⁠ I’ll inform them.”​

Ahgrot‍‍‍ left.

A while later, this​⁠ time Adguif entered.‌⁠

“I‍‍ heard you wish‍‍​ to stay to‌‌ continue investigating.”

“That’s‌⁠⁠ right.”

“But⁠ how much can‌​ you really investigate?”⁠‍‌

“It’s‍‌⁠ not that I distrust the dwarves.‍ I just want‍​‌ to confirm whether‌ it was monsters‌​‍ or magical beasts.⁠‍ And if it’s‍‍⁠ the latter, what⁠‍⁠ kind exactly.”

“…Very​​ well.”

With‌ a frown, Adguif⁠ held back a sigh.

“For⁠ safety, I’ll leave‍⁠‌ Ahgrot and a few guards with⁠‍ you. It’ll be‌​ more convenient with‌⁠‌ him.”

“I‍ appreciate the consideration.”​‌

The‍​ unusually polite tone‌​​ surprised Fernan, but​ he nodded.

Adguif‌‍ left, and outside,​​ the bustle of‍​‍ the withdrawal soon‌ resumed.

And‍ after a long​ while—

— Kyuu!

Wooden‌⁠ had found the⁠⁠ magical beasts.

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