Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

1063  Celebrating with the Enemy

Arriving at the core of the dwarvesʼ territory, Vicente saw many powerful members of this tribe, 8th stage individuals gathering in front of the areaʼs command center, while the others made way for Herviʼs group.

Hervi, the four dwarves by his side, Rex, Larissa, and Vicente went ahead with their objective, tense about the possibility that this group had recently discovered the truth about the fairiesʼ actions.

They themselves had no news of the outcome of the fairiesʼ actions against the Fire Elementals, but they didnʼt rule out the possibility that the news had spread and the Dwarves Tribe had discovered the truth. So they walked in silence under the gaze of the dwarves nearby, wondering if they would fight these guys head-on or if they could stick to their previous plans.

The dwarves, in particular, knew that their tribe was not pious. If they found out that they were there to sabotage the raceʼs plans, not even Hervi, the Dwarf Kingʼs son, would be spared.

But they maintained their apparent calm until they reached where the Dwarf King was standing, arms open wide as he smiled at his only son.

Hervi stopped in front of Vicenteʼs group, aware that he shouldnʼt misbehave. He smiled and opened his arms, introducing his human and beast companions there today.

”Dad, Iʼm back. The mission to Light Cay was successful and here I am with my friends that I brought back from that last journey out of Amae.”

The elders of the tribe saw Vicente and Larissa without taking much notice, identifying them as natives of Light Cay—weak individuals who always depended on their artifacts.

The Dwarf King himself looked much more at his son, curious to know about his journey and why he had those other four dwarves with him. The plans for the princeʼs return werenʼt exactly that...

”My son, welcome back to your home. Many things have happened and we certainly need to talk. But for now, come and give your old man a hug. Letʼs celebrate with your friends for today.”

Hervi did as he was supposed to, feeling terrible about being in that position, even though he knew about his old manʼs disgusting betrayal of the fairies.

Vicente and Larissa followed alongside the four dwarves who had come with them on this journey, with Rex staying where he was, unconcerned about these magical beings in the surroundings.

Meanwhile, the dwarves didnʼt notice, but a horde of 200 tiny metal flies were flying over the outskirts of the tribeʼs core at the moment. As he had done previously, Vicente spread out several artificial intelligences to accompany the strongest of the tribe without the dwarves noticing.

ʼNow we just have to hold our position. In a few days at most, weʼll know the major culprits of the betrayal. After that, we can fulfill our mission here,ʼ Vicente said in the minds of the five dwarves and Larissa and Rex, moving on to the interior of a large hall where there were many reservoirs with drinks famous among members of the race.

In this place, only 8th stage dwarves were allowed, thus reducing the number of beings in the vicinity of Vicente and his group.

But even so, at least two dozen dwarves sat around the hall while their king asked questions and listened to Herviʼs special journey.

Anyone arriving at that moment would never have guessed that this was one of the tribes involved in a widespread war on the island. The dwarves seemed calm, with their king having the luxury of drinking alongside his son, celebrating Herviʼs return.

Vicente saw this as he accepted the dwarvesʼ drink, silently analyzing these individuals. ʼThey seem to be very confident about their future... I think I can reassure myself about the fairiesʼ plans. We must have succeeded in keeping everything a secret.

Thatʼs good. This tribe seems to be on the same level as the Elves Tribe, so I only have to worry about the king and his closest followers in case they are compromised.ʼ Vicente looked at the king, a 5-Star Grand Magus, and also the 4-Star Grand Magus in the surrounding area.

As for the others, they were of no concern to Vicente. He thought that keeping as many of them alive as possible, if they were innocent, would be easy. Hervi should be able to command these dwarves one or two levels stronger than him.

While he was planning, he heard the Dwarf King mention his name and look in his direction.

”So youʼre looking for pentagrams with an affinity to lightning and earth?” asked the old dwarf with the braided beard, long white hair, and prominent wrinkles around his eyes.

Vicente met the traitorous kingʼs gaze and agreed with a smile. ”Yes, Your Majesty. On the way to the island, Hervi told me about the possibilities of the dwarvesʼ territory. So I hope to be able to hunt in the vicinity before my departure.”