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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 171

Chapter 171

“Form‌ the barrier!”

“District⁠⁠‍ 26 has been‍‍​ breached!”

“Hold‍ the line! Fall‍​‌ back to the‍​⁠ District 25 barrier!”‍

The‍ dwarven city had‍​ no walls. There‍⁠ was no need‍⁠⁠ for them.
But the dwarves​ were not naive.​⁠​

Even‌⁠⁠ though they lacked​ walls, they had⁠⁠‌ designed the city‌‍ to withstand an​‍‍ invasion in case‌ of emergency.

The‍ city was divided⁠⁠‌ into districts and,‌ when necessary, the​⁠​ buildings themselves would‍​ rearrange to form‌⁠‌ barriers.

Creak—‍⁠‌

The⁠‍​ mechanisms activated with​ a loud clatter,⁠ making the buildings⁠ slowly move and‍⁠ form a wall.​​

─!‌

At​ that moment, dozens​ of Zikrik rammed​​‍ their massive bodies‌‌⁠ into the barrier.‍

The​‍ impact caused part⁠ of it to‌ collapse, and the​​‍ dwarves screamed. Behind​‍ them, the Envif‌⁠ burst in.

“Damn⁠ it!”

“We⁠​​ can’t let them‍‍‌ through!”

Amidst‌⁠ the chaotic battlefield,​‍ the mayor and⁠⁠​ the councilors appeared.‌‍

Hundreds‍‍‍ of citizens who⁠​ had just been⁠⁠‍ civilians were now⁠‌​ armed warriors rushing⁠‌ to join.

“Reinforcements!”‌‍​

“Uoooooh!”‌⁠⁠

It​ was said that‍⁠ most dwarves were​​‍ warriors, and the‌ councilors were living‌ proof of that​‌ saying.

Old‍ and hunched, but​ with undiminished skill.​‌⁠ With precision, they⁠​​ brought down the‌‍​ Envif climbing the⁠‌‍ barrier.

And​⁠ they shattered the‌⁠ heads of the​‌‍ Zikrik who made‍ it through with⁠​ their axes.

But⁠ the one who‍ stood out the‍ most was the‍‌ mayor.

“You‍​ think I’ll let‌‍‌ the city fall?⁠⁠‍ Never!”

───!⁠​⁠
A Turhel, which⁠‌⁠ had been charging⁠‍​ in a straight‌‌ line and crushing‍​ everything in its‍ path, stopped for‍ the first time.‍‌

The​ mayor’s muscles swelled​ as if they​‌ were about to‍‍ burst, his brown‌ aura burst out‍ violently.

The‍⁠ Turhel, surprised, poked‌​‍ its head out⁠‌​ of its shell—and‌​​ the mayor’s battle​ axe didn’t miss​‍ the chance.

With‌⁠⁠ a storm of‌​ axe blows, the‌​‌ Turhel let out‍⁠ a heart-wrenching screech.⁠​

“Uoooooh!”⁠

“Long​​ live the mayor!”‌⁠

The‍ monster that had​​ crushed the barrier‍​ in an instant⁠​ was defeated, and​‌​ the dwarves roared‌ with joy.
The battle wasn’t​⁠​ over, but their‍ morale soared.

“In‍​ person it’s even⁠​⁠ more chaotic.”

“Shall⁠ we join in​‌ right away?”

“Of⁠ course. But first…”​​⁠

The​⁠ dwarves were not⁠​ easy opponents.

The​⁠ initial damage had⁠ been great due⁠⁠ to the ambush,⁠​​ but with the⁠ mayor and councilors‍ fighting, they would‌ hold the line.‌⁠

“We‍ can’t let Adguif‍ roam free.”

It‌​‍ would be useless‍⁠ if they didn’t​⁠ capture Adguif. He‍‌‌ could attack the​ city again at​ any time.

“Wooden.”​⁠‍

— Kyuu?

He‍ might be relying⁠‍ too much on‍⁠ him, but he‌ didn’t care. What​​ was the point​ of creating something‍‍ if you didn’t‍⁠ use it?

“Find⁠‍​ Adguif and the⁠ dwarves among those‍‍⁠ monsters. This time⁠‍‍ do it the‍⁠‌ other way around—don’t⁠‍ look for corrupted⁠‍‍ mana, look for‌ those who don’t⁠​ have it.”

— Kyu?

Me,‌​ alone?

“Yes,‍​ alone. Can you​‌⁠ do it?”

— Kyuuu, kyu?

“For‍⁠ now just locate‌⁠​ them. Since we’re⁠‌ connected, I’ll give‍‌ you new orders‍⁠‍ depending on the‍ situation.”

Wooden‌ nodded. He took‌⁠​ off his collar‌​ and, avoiding all⁠ eyes, disappeared into‍⁠⁠ the battlefield.

He​‍‌ had acted as​⁠‌ a spy many‌‍⁠ times before—he knew‍‍ how to move​⁠ without being noticed.​‌

“Then‌ let’s go too,‍‍‍ senior. The more‌‌ dwarves we save⁠‍ and the fewer‌‍​ casualties they suffer,‍‌ the more they’ll‍​ owe us.”

“As‌⁠ long as no‌​⁠ more Turhel show​ up, I can⁠⁠⁠ handle them. Though​⁠ those giant ants​⁠ are disgusting…”

“They’re‍​‌ called Envif, senior.”​

“Well,‌ they look like​‌⁠ cows, but they’re‌‍⁠ giant ants!”

Ignoring‍⁠​ Gismond’s complaints, Fernan‌⁠ headed for the‌ battlefield.

“Wait,‌‌‍ don’t leave me‍​‍ behind!”

Hyde‍‍​ and Gismond followed​ him.

***⁠

— Kyuu.

Wooden​ solemnly entered the⁠‌​ ruins.

Lately,⁠‍ he had found⁠‍​ joy in spying,‍ but this time‍‍ was different.

Corrupted​⁠‍ mana was everywhere.⁠‍‌

Too⁠⁠⁠ many things that​ shouldn’t exist in‌⁠ this world.

As‍‍ a forest spirit⁠ and heir of⁠ the World Tree’s‌ energy, Wooden couldn’t⁠‍‍ bear such repulsion.‍⁠

— Kyuu. Kyu.

Monsters.​‍ Kill.

Corrupted​​ magic. Erase.

He⁠‌​ ran among ruins,​‌ avoiding gazes. By​‍ minimizing his presence,⁠⁠‍ even the monsters⁠ didn’t notice him.‌⁠

— Kyuu.

There‌ it was. The⁠​ entrance.

The⁠‌ far eastern end‍ of the city,‍‍ where the attack⁠​ had begun.

— Kyu?

What‍⁠⁠ did the dwarves‌‍ call it? District⁠ 30?

The​⁠ wall was in‌‍⁠ ruins. The only⁠⁠​ proof that a city had once‌⁠‍ stood there was‌‍ the wreckage.

Wooden‌‍​ entered one of⁠‍ the tunnels dug⁠​ by the Zikrik.⁠‍

Since‍⁠⁠ all the monsters​ had already exited,⁠‌ he didn’t sense‌ any nearby living​ beings.

He‌‍ dug a bit,‍​ buried himself, and​‍‍ extended his roots.​⁠⁠

— Kyuu.

Many⁠‌‌ presences. Many monsters.​‌‍

He‍ sensed them in⁠​ the distance, but​‌ they were from⁠‌‍ the city, so‌⁠ he ignored them.‌‍

His​ roots stretched further⁠​​ into the tunnel.​

And​‌ soon, he found​⁠‌ what he was‌​⁠ looking for.

— Kyuu?

Huh?‌‌‌ Over here?

He‍​‌ didn’t even have‌‌ to try. A weakened presence was‍‌​ slowly approaching the⁠‍ city.

— Kyuu?

Now‍ what?

Wooden⁠ sent his intent⁠⁠ to his master.‍‌

‘Out‍‍‍ of the more⁠ than thirty who‌‍ disappeared, only one‍⁠ remains. Approach without‌ being detected.’

He⁠ obeyed.

“Haa,​ haa…!”

It​​‌ was just as‌ his master had⁠‍‌ expected.

‘Yes,​ it’s Adguif. But‍‍ what a mess…’​

A dwarf drenched in​‍‍ blood, breathing heavily,‍ clutching his massive‌ axe.

And‍​‌ for a dwarf,​ he had barely​ any beard.

— Kyuu.

Death.⁠‍⁠ Soon.

His⁠⁠⁠ body was full⁠ of holes, one‍​ shoulder nearly torn‍⁠⁠ off, blood everywhere.⁠​⁠

That​​ he was still‍ alive was a miracle.

Wooden‍​ thought no one⁠‌‌ could save him‌ now.

— Kyun?

What‍‌​ should I do?⁠

‘Wait‍ a moment.’

Then‍ Fernan’s thoughts flooded⁠‌ him.

‘What‍‍ if Adguif wasn’t⁠ the real leader?⁠‍‌ Or maybe he‌ wasn’t a corrupt‌⁠​ dwarf after all?’‍​

‘If‍ he was allied‌​‌ with the corrupt,​​ like Adolf, why‌‌​ would they attack‍ him?’

‘Is​ there something I don’t know…?’

— Kyuu! Kyuuu!

Enough!‌​ It hurts!

— Kyu!

Master,​⁠​ are you dumb?⁠​‌

Wooden‍‌ grabbed his head,​‌⁠ dizzy from the‍​​ wave of thoughts.​

‘Ah,⁠ sorry.’

Fernan⁠‌‌ stopped his reflection.⁠‌​ Wooden shook his‍‌‍ head to clear⁠⁠ the pain.

‘For⁠ now…’

Then⁠‌​ he sensed another‌‌⁠ presence. Unlike Adguif’s,‍‌ it was a monster.

“So‌​‍ here you were,​​ stupid dwarf.”

Footsteps⁠ echoed.

The‌ creature looked human,‌ but its pale‌⁠ skin and the⁠‍ corrupt mana surrounding​‌ it showed otherwise.​

‘Nasgrim,​ a level 2 monster?’

One‌‍‌ of the most‌ intelligent, used by‍‌ demons as overseers.​

‘Did​ the corrupt summon‌​ him to command‍‍⁠ the beasts? Then​⁠‌ everything fits.’

‘Or‌⁠​ maybe, like Kimaris,⁠‍ a demon has​ already been summoned…’‍⁠

—Kyuuu!⁠​‌

Again!‌⁠

‘Ah,‌ sorry. Just watch.‌⁠‍ I’m heading there!’‌‌⁠

Wooden,‍ holding his breath,‍ crept close enough‌ without being seen.‌

“Why‍‌​ did you rebel‍‍ against the count?​ If you had‍ kept delivering dwarves,‍​ none of this‌‍ would be happening.”‍

“And‍ you think I was going to⁠⁠​ let the city‌‌ be ravaged?”

“Pfft,‍ when you’ve already​‍‌ handed over hundreds,⁠⁠‌ you’re just being⁠​ stupid.”

Nasgrim‍ looked at him‍⁠⁠ mockingly. Adguif clenched​ his teeth.

“You’ll​‌ be the sacrifice‍ for a great‍⁠ demon. Unlike the‍⁠ other dwarves.”

“The‍ city will never‍⁠⁠ fall…!”

“Half-dead‍ and still talking,​‌ huhuhu.”

Nasgrim‍​⁠ snapped his fingers.‌ More than ten‍⁠ Envif crawled out‌​⁠ from the darkness.‍‍

“Is​‍ your body small‌ and your brain⁠​ even smaller? If⁠‌ you’d just obeyed⁠‍ the count’s orders,​⁠ you could’ve lived​ under the protection‌⁠ of the great‍ ones.”

“Shut‍ your mouth, trash.”​

Puh—‍‌​ Adguif spat out​⁠​ blackish blood.

“My​ only regret is​​​ not preparing better‌ despite foreseeing your‌​​ malice, and letting‌ those who trusted‍⁠ me and followed‍ me die.”

“So‌​‌ dignified to the​‌​ end. But the⁠‍​ city will fall.‌⁠⁠ Because of you.​⁠‍ Because of your‍‌​ arrogance.”

“What‍ a naïve dream.​‌ It’s true this⁠​ disaster happened due⁠​ to my mistake,‍ but not even⁠ a few hundred​ monsters can destroy⁠‍ the city.”

Sure,‌‌​ there would be‍‍⁠ damage, but it‍⁠​ wouldn’t collapse.

Adguif’s​‍ breathing grew even​ weaker.

“Do‌⁠ you really believe‌‍​ that?”

Nasgrim​ pressed a finger‍ into Adguif’s wounds,‌ making him groan.‍

“The​‌ Envif will collect‌‍ all the bodies​‌ of the dwarves‌⁠ who died in​‌‍ the invasion. And‍ with them, we’ll⁠‌⁠ summon more monsters.”⁠

Then,‌‍ with those monsters,⁠‍​ they’ll attack the​ city again.

They’ll⁠‍ collect more corpses.⁠‌

And⁠ repeat the cycle​ again and again.‍​‌

“Do‍​⁠ you think the⁠ city can withstand⁠ all that unscathed?”‌

“…If‌​​ you do that,‍‍‍ you won’t be‌ able to summon‌​ the demon.”

“Everything⁠​ is already off‍ track. The count‍‍‍ is extremely displeased.‌⁠‍ Instead of a demon, he plans⁠ to devour the‌ entire city and‌ create a monster‌‍ army.”

Adguif’s‍⁠ face turned pale.​‌​

“Now‍ that’s an interesting‌ look. Well then,⁠ goodbye, stupid dwarf.​​‌ Making deals with​⁠ us without even​‍​ knowing what it‌ meant? Did you​ really think you⁠‍ could use us?”‌

Nasgrim‌ raised his hand,‌ which transformed into​​⁠ a massive scythe.‍

‘No!‍ Wooden, buy some​ time, no matter‍ what!’

— Kyu?

Time?‌‌‌ How?

Hesitating,‍ Wooden picked up‌‍‍ a small pebble​ from the ground‍ and tossed it.‍⁠

Tap,‍ roll.

The​‌ stone rolled with‌​ a faint noise.​‍

“…Hm?”‍​

Grr—‍⁠⁠

But⁠‌⁠ it was enough⁠ to catch Nasgrim’s‌⁠ and the Envif’s​​ attention.

“…Who’s⁠ there?”

No⁠⁠⁠ answer. Not sensing⁠‍⁠ any clear presence,‍‌‍ Nasgrim gestured toward‍ the Envif.

The​ creatures began creeping​⁠⁠ toward where Wooden⁠‌​ had been.

Kill?‍​

Hide?⁠

But‌ his master had‍⁠ ordered him not⁠ to reveal his‌ true form.

— Kyu.

Wooden‍⁠ had no choice​ but to dig⁠ underground and hide.‌‌‌ The Envif stepped​​ right over the‌⁠ spot where he​ had been, but‌​ found nothing.

Kieeh?‌‌⁠

“Nothing?​⁠ Strange. Maybe the​‍‍ wind?”

The‌ Envif returned to​‌ their original position.​‌​ At that moment,‍ Wooden threw another⁠​ stone.

“…No.‍‍⁠ There’s something. Search!”‍

Nasgrim’s​ eyes widened and​ he started approaching.​​⁠

Wooden,‌​ though he had⁠‍ no saliva, swallowed​ hard.

And⁠ then—

Step,‍⁠ step, step.

Firm​​ footsteps were heard.‍‌

“The​​‌ fast sword…”

A voice Wooden already⁠‌ knew well.

“…is‍​ explosion!”

The‍​​ aura flared.

The‌⁠ head of an​ Envif flew off‌‌‌ in a single​‌ slash. The decapitated​ body collapsed.

A moment later—

Rumble!‍

The‌‍ ground rose, separating‍ Nasgrim and Adguif.⁠​‍

“Captain⁠​‌ Adguif.”

Step,‍‍ step.

From​⁠​ the darkness emerged‍ a nobleman with​‍ red eyes.

“In‌​‌ Pellenberg, we have‍‌​ a saying. Whoever​​ steals our money‌⁠ won’t escape—not even‌‌ in the afterlife.”⁠⁠

Where​‍ do you think​​ you’ll run after‍⁠ betraying your own‍‌ race?

“The​‌‌ mayor is eagerly‌⁠‌ waiting for you.”‍⁠‍

“…That‌‌ sounds terrifying.”

Adguif⁠‌ forced a bitter​ smile, his face‍​ pale.

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