ushernet Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Chapter 67: The White Anvil Tribe (1)
Since waking from his dream, the atmosphere in the Vince Territory had not been great.
Even though there was no direct damage, a high-ranking demon’s attack after 20 years was enough to unsettle everyone.
“Of course. If it weren’t for you, we’d all be dead.”
Veronica, sprawled out on the sofa in his room with her arms draped over the backrest, asked,
“So, how did you know it was a dream?”
“Who knows? Just a man’s intuition?”
“...Forget it. If you don’t want to tell me, fine.”
Clicking her tongue, she rose from her seat and muttered under her breath,
“...Thanks.”
“What was that?”
“Ugh, are your ears clogged? I said, thank you!”
Veronica’s ears turned bright red as she spoke, clearly embarrassed.
“That said, since I saved your life this time, we’re even now.”
“Hmm. Somehow, I feel like I’m getting the short end of the stick...”
“...Fine. How about this: if you need my help in the future, I’ll lend a hand once. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Oscar smiled lightly.
This incident had brought them closer, no doubt about it.
As if to reassure herself, Veronica murmured,
“And... what you saw of me earlier... forget it, okay? It’s so embarrassing I feel like jumping out the window.”
“Embarrassing? Which part?”
“The part where I—at my age—was still yearning for a family...”
“I don’t think that’s embarrassing at all.”
Oscar shook his head firmly.
“Demons are good at that sort of thing—exploiting what people want most.”
“You sound like you know a lot about it.”
“Read a book sometime. Then you’d know too.”
“...You’re insufferable.”
Her curt reply was followed by a brief hesitation before she nodded.
“Well, if you say so, I guess there’s nothing I can do. I’m off.”
Her voice sounded brighter, a sign she still wasn’t great at hiding her emotions.
Oscar smirked slightly before heading off to see the lord of Vince.
“Ah, how are you feeling? You truly saved the day this time.”
“I was lucky. How’s the recovery effort coming along?”
“We’ve already reported the matter to the Imperial Palace.”
“What did they say?”
“They’ll be sending someone to investigate soon. They’ll probably want to talk to you too, Oscar.”
An Imperial investigator.
That was to be expected.
Given that this involved demons, it was only natural they’d react strongly.
“Understood. I’ll stay put at the White Tower until then.”
“Yes, there’s much I’d like to share with you about this, but it’s all classified...”
“I understand.”
The Imperial Palace would likely be keeping a tight lid on what happened in Vince.
It was possible other territories wouldn’t even realize there had been a demonic attack.
Of course, it would be impossible to contain every leak, but still.
“I’ll never forget the debt we owe you, Oscar.”
“There’s no need to call it a debt...”
“No, truly. Between the Cadena Flue and now this, I know better than anyone that we wouldn’t have come through with so little damage if not for your help.”
Pietta Vince’s expression turned confident, his smile full of gratitude.
“I vow that Vince will always be a steadfast ally to the White Tower and to you, Oscar.”
* * *
Returning to the White Tower, Oscar was informed someone was waiting for him.
He hurried to the location without even pausing to rest.
“Elder!”
He found himself in Elder Schwein’s research lab, where the elder greeted him with open arms.
As far as Oscar knew, the White Tower was the only entity to have established an exclusive contract with the dwarves before relations deteriorated.
After that, no other group would have been able to form any such contract.
Schwein nodded, agreeing with his reasoning.
“We thought the same. That’s why we’ve tried to negotiate with the White Anvil clan several times, but... they say the King’s orders are absolute, and there’s nothing they can do.”
“Then we’ll need to have a direct talk with the Dwarf King.”
“I doubt he’d even agree to meet. From what I’ve heard, he’s been ignoring even communications from the royal family.”
“In that case, I have a good idea.”
Intrigued, Schwein showed his interest.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. I think the reason they’re being rejected is that they’re being too polite in their approach.”
“...Just to be sure, whatever you’re planning, violence is out of the question.”
“Of course. Trying to resolve things with brute force in today’s world would be a disaster.”
In this modern, smart world, Oscar confidently nodded and said,
“We need to file a lawsuit against the Dwarf King for obstruction of business.”
“...Oscar, dwarves aren’t subject to human laws.”
“I know. That’s why we’ll demand the convening of the Underground Tribunal. Even the King has no veto over that.”
The Underground Tribunal.
This was the highest judicial body of the Dwarf Kingdom, attended only by the leaders of the clans and the Chief Justice.
It was a system usually invoked to redress injustices suffered by dwarves.
Hearing Oscar’s plan, Schwein blinked a few times.
“Is it even possible for a human to demand the convening of the Underground Tribunal?”
“It is, as far as I know.”
“Hmm, but even if it is possible... do you happen to know who the Chief Justice of the Underground Tribunal is?”
“Yes.”
Once again, the Underground Tribunal was an institution exclusively for dwarves, comprised of the most prominent leaders of the kingdom.
Naturally, its Chief Justice was the most exalted figure in the kingdom.
The King himself.
* * *
Dwarves, as described in storybooks, are simple to picture.
Short in stature, with long hair and beards braided according to individual preferences, skillful, and heavy drinkers.
None of this was untrue.
But...
“Ah, I want to drink.”
A young dwarf, Goren, whose face still bore the downy features of youth, suddenly grumbled.
The part about being crazy about alcohol often led people to imagine dwarves as burly, bearded old men.
However, their physical appearance was not so different from that of human children.
“Goren, didn’t you already have some this morning?”
“Not the stuff we make—I want to drink human-brewed liquor.”
“Well... we haven’t had that in quite a while.”
It had been 17 years since the Dwarves’ relationship with humans was severed due to the kidnapping incidents.
Thinking about human alcohol made the other dwarves smack their lips.
When it came to alcohol culture, humans far outshone the dwarves, who were limited in the types of drinks they could make in their dark, damp underground homes.
“Foolish, greedy humans. Why did they have to resort to kidnapping...?”
“I heard the Red Hammer clan out west sneaks up to the surface to buy alcohol. Can’t we do the same?”
“Their area has poor security, so they can get away with it. But here in our territory, the patrols are too strict.”
“To humans, we’re just little kids.”
“Ugh. Isn’t there a store where we can get good alcohol...?”
“I’m so sick of other clans showing off about the delicious drinks they’ve had.”
Officially, exchanges with humans had been cut off, but quite a few dwarves still snuck to the surface.
Most of the clan leaders turned a blind eye to such minor breaches.
“When will relations resume?”
“At least a hundred years will have to pass before His Majesty’s anger cools.”
“...So we still have 83 years to go.”
Today, their longing for human alcohol was almost unbearable.
Could it be that their wishes had reached the heavens?
“Whew... this is so heavy.”
Oscar arrived at the entrance to their village, pulling a massive cart loaded with various kinds of liquor.
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