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A Cadet Becomes a Prophet?! Chapter 172

Chapter 172

“Isn’t‌​‍ the Turhel here?”⁠

Gismond’s‌ eyes widened.

The⁠ rank 2 monster‍ wasn’t there. Only‌​ those ant-like bugs,‌⁠ Envif or whatever⁠‌‍ they were called,⁠‌‍ remained.

They‌⁠​ said that in‌‍ a place without‌ tigers, the fox​‌⁠ was king.
Without the monster⁠ called Turhel, all​ the monsters there​ were his prey.⁠‍⁠

─!‌​

With‌⁠ that thought, he‌ sliced through five⁠⁠ Envif in a single blow. That’s⁠ when, for the⁠‍ first time, his​​‌ sword was blocked.‌‍​

“Kuh…?”‌‍​

It‍‌⁠ wasn’t as solid​‌ as a Turhel,‌‍ but it was​‍ like striking firm‌‌ rock. The strong‌‌ rebound made Gismond‍⁠ stifle a groan​‌ and take a couple of steps⁠‍‌ back.

“What‌‌ the hell are‍ you?!”

Black⁠⁠​ hair, a face‍‌⁠ pale as death,‌ and a chilling‍‌⁠ magical energy.

It‍⁠‌ wasn’t human. Yet‍ it spoke like‌​‌ one.

‘…No⁠​ way.’

“A…⁠‍ demon?”

Gismond‍​ shouted. His body‌‍ trembled like a leaf, but the‌‍ confusion soon cleared.‌​‍

“It’s‍‍‍ a monster called⁠ Nasgrim. They’re the‌‌‍ only ones with​⁠⁠ human-like intelligence, which⁠‌⁠ is why demons‍‌‍ often use them​⁠⁠ as intermediaries.”

At​‍⁠ Fernan’s words, Gismond⁠‍ regained a bit​​ of confidence.

“By‌​ the way, it’s‌ rank 2. Same‍‌ as the Turhel.”‌

“Help​​⁠ me!”

But⁠​ he nearly lost‌⁠ it again.

“In⁠ terms of combat,​​⁠ it’s somewhere between‌‌ rank 3 and‍​‌ 4. It was⁠‌‍ only classified as⁠⁠ rank 2 because​ of its intellect.”‍

Monster‍ classifications weren’t made‌ by demons, but‍⁠ by humans.

It​ was said that​ the knights of⁠⁠ the First Emperor‌⁠ fought them and‌‍⁠ set the scales.‍

“I​‍ still struggle with‌‌​ rank 5 monsters…”‌‌

Gismond‌⁠ muttered uncertainly.

He‍ had shown good‌‍‌ results against the​‌ Zikrik, but Nasgrim​‍‍ was different.

The​​ fact that all‍ the hair on⁠⁠​ his body stood‌ on end meant‌ this wasn’t just​‌‌ any enemy.

“Just⁠ buy time. I want to talk​ to him before​​ he dies completely.”‍‍

“I​‌ asked who you⁠‌‍ were!”

“What‍‍ if I die‌ in the meantime…?”​⁠

“If⁠​‌ you can’t even​ hold out, you’ll⁠​⁠ die instantly when‍‍‌ the demons descend.”⁠

“…Couldn’t‍⁠ I just flee‌ somewhere without demons​ and live there?”​⁠​

“Do​‍‌ you really think​​ you could escape?”‌‍⁠

“These​⁠ bastards are underestimating‍‌‍ me!”

Claaang!‌​

Gismond‍​ clenched his teeth‍ and burst his‍‌ aura. A grey​​​ streak clashed against‌ the descending black​‌‌ scythe.

“I’m​‍ the one who​ feels like crying!”​​

Gismond‍⁠‍ swung his sword‌ again.

To‌⁠​ survive.

***‍

More​​‍ Envif emerged from​⁠ the darkness. Fernan,​‌ instead of fighting⁠⁠⁠ them, raised a thick barrier to⁠‌ halt their advance.‌

That⁠‌ would be enough⁠‌ to buy some⁠‍‌ time.

Just⁠​‍ enough to talk​ to a dying‍‌⁠ man.

“Captain​‍ Adguif.”

Leaving​⁠ Nasgrim to Gismond,⁠‍​ Fernan approached the‍ fallen dwarf.

Leaning⁠‍⁠ against the tunnel⁠​‍ wall, he was‍ in such a critical state that‌‍ anyone would think​ he was already‌⁠‌ dead.

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

Fernan⁠‌ uncorked a potion⁠‍⁠ and poured it⁠‍ over his wounds.‌

“The⁠‍ mayor is looking​ forward to seeing⁠‍⁠ you.”

“…That‌ sounds terrifying.”

Adguif⁠ gave a bitter⁠‍‌ smile with his‌ pale face.

“It’s‍​​ pointless. I know​‍‌ my own body​⁠‌ well.”

“It‌ seems so.”

Even⁠‌​ a top-grade potion​‍‌ wasn’t a miracle‌‌‍ cure.

With​‌ over half a dozen holes through⁠⁠​ his body, Adguif‍‌ was beyond any​​‍ remedy.

“I‍‍ should’ve arrived a little sooner.”

“It​‌ doesn’t matter.”

“Before​​ you die, can⁠ you tell me​‍⁠ why you betrayed‌‍‍ the dwarves and⁠⁠ joined the corrupt?‌​ Though it doesn’t‍‌ seem like you‍ actually became one​⁠⁠ of them.”

“Hahaha…”⁠​

Adguif​‍ laughed, spitting blood.‌⁠⁠

“Not⁠⁠ a bad question.‍ But first, can‌ you promise me⁠‍ one thing?”

“A‌​ promise?”

“The‌⁠ dwarves will be​⁠​ a resource for​ you. Get them‌⁠‌ out of this‍​ damn underground city.”​⁠

Unexpected​ words. So he​⁠ hadn’t betrayed out⁠​ of hatred for⁠‍ his kin?

“That‌‌‌ is, in fact,⁠ my greatest wish.”‌​

“If​‌​ you had come‌‌ a little earlier,‌‍‌ none of this‍‌​ would’ve happened.”

“And‌⁠⁠ don’t you think‍‍ it’s absurd to‌​ expect me to⁠ quickly find a hidden city deep‌⁠⁠ underground?”

“That’s​​ also true.”

Adguif‍‌⁠ nodded.

“I‍‍⁠ always insisted we‌ had to abandon‍‍ this city.”

For⁠​ centuries, the dwarves‌ had isolated themselves⁠‌​ deep underground.

No‌‍⁠ enemies, safe beneath​‍ the earth.

Maybe⁠​ it was satisfying⁠ at first, but​ in reality, they​⁠ had only locked‌ themselves in a well.

“The‍​⁠ mines were running⁠ dry, and to⁠‌ avoid discovery by‌‌ the elves, we‍ couldn’t do anything‍‌​ serious. Humans dominate‍⁠ the continent, while⁠⁠‌ we live cowering⁠⁠ in this hole.​ Do you call‍ that living?”

“We​⁠ all knew there⁠ was a problem.​‌‍ But we pretended​⁠⁠ not to see‌‌ it. Why? Out⁠ of fear!”

Somehow,‌ Adguif summoned strength,⁠‌ the veins in​​ his neck bulging.⁠

“Fear‌⁠‍ of leaving the⁠‍ city! Fear of​⁠ exploring something new!​​ They said humans‍​⁠ had already occupied‍⁠‌ all the land,⁠‍ and there was⁠‌‍ no place for​‍‌ us. Then we​​​ should’ve left sooner!”​⁠

For⁠‍ centuries they had​ made excuses, and‍ the result was​ this.

“So‌ you used the​ corrupt to provoke⁠ that change? To‍‌ escape?”

“To‍⁠ bring about change,‌⁠‌ a shock is‌⁠‍ needed. Even more‌⁠ so for dwarves‌‍‍ who are stagnant‌ and rotting.”

“And‌ giving hundreds of‌‌ dwarves to the‍‌ corrupt—do you think⁠‍​ that’s justifiable?”

“Better⁠​‍ to kill half⁠ and save the​ other than to⁠ wait, isolated, until⁠ we all rot.”‍⁠‍

Perhaps‍⁠ thanks to the⁠‍‌ potion, Adguif’s eyes⁠‌​ remained clear.

Even‌⁠⁠ in his agony,‍ he didn’t believe​​⁠ his conviction was⁠ wrong.

“But‍‌ in the end,‌‌ it all turned​‌ out like this.”‌‌‍

“That⁠ was my mistake.⁠⁠ I knew the⁠​ corrupt could betray⁠ us, but I didn’t expect them​​ to act so‌⁠ fast.”

“So‍ you broke ties‍⁠ with them? Why‍​ so suddenly?”

“Because​⁠‌ of you, Fernan‍‌ Pellenberg.”

Adguif⁠‍ bit his lips.‍​‍

“When⁠ you entered and‍​‍ left the city,‌‍ I misinterpreted the‌ situation. I thought‌⁠‍ the mayor had​‌ rejected our last‍‍⁠ chance. So, in⁠ a fit of‌ anger, I caused⁠ the disaster.”

That’s​‌‌ how the two‌ incursions in the​​ mines happened in⁠‍‍ just a few⁠‍ days, devouring hundreds‌‌ of dwarves.

“I⁠ tried to fix‍‍ things later. If‌⁠​ you were to​​ lead the dwarves,‌‍⁠ we wouldn’t need​ to rely on​ the corrupt anymore.”‌‌

“And​ that’s why all‍⁠⁠ this happened?”

“Once‌ I let go​⁠‍ of their hand,‍ they tried to‌ take my life…‍ ahh…”

At⁠​‌ last, everything clicked‍​‌ into place for​​ Fernan.

The‌‍ reason why, years‌​​ ahead of schedule,⁠‍‌ the dwarven city‌ had fallen into‍‍ chaos—it was all​​ because of him.‍​

But‍ he didn’t see​​ it as a bad thing.

In‍⁠ a few years,‍​​ the city would​⁠​ have collapsed. Now,‌​ at least, they⁠ might endure with‍ fewer losses.

“…A⁠ count. Daniel Kool,‌⁠‍ a count of‌⁠​ the Empire. Be⁠‌ careful… the fourth⁠ abandoned mine…”

His​‍ voice cracked and‌‍‌ went no further.⁠

Adguif’s​‌ head tilted to⁠‌‍ the side.

“Whatever⁠​ your conviction, in‍ the end, you​​ betrayed the dwarves.‌​ But I will​‌ give you my⁠ word on one‌ thing.”

Fernan⁠‌​ gently closed his⁠⁠​ eyes.

“I‍‍‌ will make sure‍​ the dwarves reach‌⁠‌ the surface.”

Not⁠ for him, but‌‍⁠ for himself and​‌​ for Pellenberg.

“Daniel‍ Kool… him again.”​

Was​​ he in charge⁠​ of dealing with‍⁠ other races? In⁠​ Fridian, in the‌‍ underground cities, he​​‍ was always causing‌ trouble.

Fernan⁠​ stood up.

─!‍‍‍

──!⁠‌‍

The⁠‍​ battle between Gismond‌​‍ and Nasgrim was⁠​‌ not yet over.⁠

***‍‌

A tunnel crowded with⁠‌ corpses of dwarves​ and monsters.

“Damn‌‌​ it!”

Count⁠ Daniel, wounded, ruffled‍​‌ his hair in⁠ frustration.

“If⁠ I had known,‍⁠ I wouldn’t have‍‍‌ used hypnosis…”

Unlike‌ how confident he’d‍‌‌ been at first,‌⁠ the battle hadn’t​‌ been one-sided.

The​ dwarves’ level—especially Adguif’s—had⁠ been much higher⁠‌‌ than expected.

If‌⁠ he still had‍‍‌ the full book,‍ it would’ve been‍ easy to defeat‍ them, but unfortunately‌⁠‍ it had all‌⁠ gone up in‌ flames when he​​‌ used it to‍⁠⁠ hypnotize Fernan.

That’s‌‍‌ why Adguif had‌ managed to escape,‍ and he himself‌ ended up injured.‌⁠

Even‍‌ though they were⁠‍​ fatal wounds that⁠ couldn’t be healed,‍⁠ he had sent‌​⁠ the monsters to⁠ finish the job.‍​‌

But‌​ that wasn’t the⁠‌ only urgent matter.​

“What​‌ was that? Why​‍​ did that guy​ suddenly change his​ mind?”

Until‍​ then, Adguif believed‌ there was no‌ choice but to⁠​‌ use the monsters​⁠‌ to sow panic​ in the city⁠ and force an​ escape to the‍ surface.

And‍ yet, now he⁠​ was acting as‌ if there were​ an alternative.

“He‍‍‍ called him a savior.”

That⁠‍​ meant someone had‍‍‍ descended into the‌ underground city.

Was​⁠‌ that possible?

No⁠ one would have⁠ imagined that under‍ the dominion of​‌ the elves, a dwarven city could​⁠‌ exist.

Not‌‍‌ even by accident‍ could it be‌⁠⁠ found—it wasn’t just‍​ a hundred or‌‍‌ two hundred meters‌⁠ deep, but over⁠⁠ a kilometer underground.⁠⁠

They‍‌‍ themselves had only⁠‌⁠ discovered it while‌ transporting monsters as⁠⁠⁠ part of the‍‌‌ collaboration with Adolf.‌‍

‘Who‌ is it? What‌ bastard dares interfere‌​​ with our plans…?’‌‌⁠

At​ that moment.

“Count,⁠​⁠ we have a problem!”

A shadow appeared hurriedly.‌⁠‌

“What‌​ is it?”

“Fernan‌⁠​ Pellenberg! That man‍‌ is in the​ underground city! He’s‍⁠⁠ killing the monsters‍ and trying to‍ save Adguif! Fyr⁠​ is fighting him,​‌ but I came​‍ right away to‍​ inform you!”

Fyr​⁠ was the name‌⁠ of the rank‌ 2 monster, Nasgrim,‍ who was fighting‍ Gismond.

“…Fernan​⁠‍ Pellenberg?”

Him?⁠‌‍

Count​⁠‌ Daniel’s eyes flew‍‌‍ wide open.

“Why‌ the hell is‌‍ that man in‌‍‌ the underground city?!‌‍ Didn’t he return‌​​ to Pellenberg?”

“That…‌‍ I don’t know⁠⁠​ either…”

He’d​‍ heard Fernan had⁠‍ completed the marquis’‌ mission in Fridian⁠⁠⁠ and then left.​‌

So⁠‌‌ why was he​‌⁠ causing chaos here⁠⁠ now?

He⁠​ thought it over​‌⁠ but found no‌ answer.

Until‍‌ he connected Fernan‍‌⁠ to the “savior”⁠ Adguif had mentioned.​

Suddenly,⁠​⁠ everything made sense.‍‌

The‍​‍ reason Adguif—who had‌ insisted until now⁠‍ that the only‌​‍ way out was‍⁠ to force things‍⁠‍ with the monsters—suddenly​⁠⁠ changed his mind⁠​‌ as if a new option had​ appeared.

With‌‌ Fernan and the⁠ Pellenbergs, the dwarves‌⁠‌ could indeed hope⁠‌‌ to reach the​​‌ surface.

They‍⁠ valued the dwarves​ far too much​‌ to pass up‍​ the opportunity.

No​‌⁠ matter what, they‍‍ would end up‌​​ taking them to⁠‍‌ the surface.

“Him⁠ again! That damn‍ bastard again!”

In​ Valerich, in Fridian,‌ and now here​ too.

Count⁠‍ Daniel’s face twisted‍ in fury.

“And‌ with the book⁠ destroyed, I can’t⁠​‌ cast hypnosis again…”‌‌⁠

The‍​ magical energy was‍​ still present, so‍⁠⁠ he could attempt‌‍ something—but the margin⁠ was extremely narrow.‍‍‌

Then,⁠⁠‍ a thought more​​‍ urgent than hypnosis⁠‌ made him go​‌‍ pale.

“The‌​ monsters…!”

With​ Adguif’s betrayal, he‍​​ had sent nearly‍⁠⁠ all the monsters‌‍⁠ against the city,‌​ except those left​‍​ to deal with⁠‍‍ him.

The⁠​ idea had been‍ to attack before​⁠‍ the dwarves could⁠ organize, cause maximum​​ damage, and then⁠ use the corpses​​‍ to summon more​ monsters.

It​‍ wouldn’t allow for​ a demon summoning,‌‌ but at least⁠ he could create‍​⁠ a monster army.‍

That⁠⁠​ had been the​⁠ plan.

“But⁠‍‌ if Fernan is‍​ there, the story​​ changes!”

Whether⁠⁠‌ the monster assault‍‌ succeeded or failed,​‍‍ there would be​⁠ no next step.‍

Fernan​​‌ would undoubtedly convince​⁠⁠ the dwarves to​​ go to the⁠‌ surface.

That‌​‍ man would never‍​ leave the dwarves⁠⁠ behind.

As​ a result, the‌⁠ monsters he had​‌ summoned over years‌‍ would die in‌ vain.

“But⁠‌ I can’t kill‌‍ him either…!”

Before,​​ he wouldn’t have‌ hesitated to sacrifice⁠⁠ all the monsters‌ just to eliminate‌‌‍ Fernan.

But⁠‍‍ now he couldn’t—it‌ would be absurd‌‍ to kill his‌‍⁠ best card, the​‌​ man who was⁠‍ under hypnosis.

“Withdraw‍‍ the monsters immediately!”‍‌​

Before‍ the losses grew⁠‌⁠ even worse!

“And​ give the order‌ that Adguif must‍ self-destruct if necessary,⁠⁠ rather than reveal​ any information to‌⁠ Fernan!”

Adguif‍ knew his face‍⁠ and his true⁠ identity.

Count⁠ Daniel roared in‌ rage.

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