Reincarnated with a Military System in Another World

Chapter 162: Meeting the Dwarven Head of Council



Vincent's heart pounded in his chest as the roar echoed through the halls. For a moment, everything stood still, the sound reverberating off the stone walls of the council chamber. His soldiers tensed, hands instinctively moving toward their weapons. But before anyone could react further, Dargun raised a hand, signaling them to hold.

"We'll deal with whatever's out there later," Dargun said, his voice gruff but calm. "First, you'll speak with the council."

Vincent exchanged a quick glance with Marcus, then gave a short nod, trusting his men to stay alert. Together, they followed Dargun deeper into the chamber. As they moved forward, the council chamber came fully into view, a large circular room dominated by a stone dais. On that dais, seated at the center, was the last person Vincent had expected to see.

A woman.

Not just any woman-she exuded an aura of authority and power that immediately captured Vincent's attention. Her platinum hair cascaded down her back, shining like silver in the dim light of the chamber. She was petite, with the body of a young woman, though her posture and the way she carried herself spoke of immense strength and wisdom. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with the rough-hewn stone and dark beards of the dwarves around her. Her icy blue eyes, much like those of the dwarves, held a piercing intensity.

"Welcome, humans," she said, her voice smooth but carrying the weight of command. "I am Queen Velara, ruler of the Dwarven Kingdom."

Vincent blinked, taken aback. He had always imagined dwarves as stocky, bearded men- strong and gruff, hardened by centuries of life in the mountains. Velara, with her ethereal appearance, shattered that image in an instant.

"You... you are the Queen of the Dwarves?" Vincent asked, unable to hide his surprise.

A soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I see my appearance confuses you. You're not the first human to make that mistake. But I assure you, my bloodline is as ancient as these mountains, and I have ruled over this kingdom for longer than you can imagine."

Vincent quickly composed himself, realizing his initial reaction might have been seen as disrespect. "I meant no offense, Your Majesty. We've come seeking your help, not just for our sake but for yours as well."

Velara's gaze swept over Vincent and his soldiers before settling back on him. "You've already caused quite a disturbance with the destruction of our sentinels. My people do not take such acts lightly."

Vincent straightened, meeting her eyes. "We acted in self-defense. The sentinels moved to attack, and we had no choice but to disable them. If we hadn't, we wouldn't be standing here to speak with you now."

Queen Velara considered his words for a moment, her expression unreadable. The council members around her murmured softly, their deep voices barely audible in the vast chamber. Dargun stood by her side, his face set in stone, watching Vincent carefully.

"You claim self-defense," Velara finally said. "But you bring weapons of war into my halls, speak of demons and technology, and expect us to believe that we are in danger. Why should we trust your word?"

Eamon, sensing the rising tension, stepped forward before Vincent could respond. "Your Majesty, I have lived among both humans and dwarves, and I vouch for Vincent Stryder. The demons have changed. They've stolen human technology, and if they combine it with their magic, it could spell doom for all of us-dwarves, humans, and elves alike."

Velara's eyes narrowed. "You speak of doom, yet we have defended these mountains for millennia. What makes you think we cannot handle the demons on our own?"

Vincent took a deep breath. "Because they aren't fighting the same way they used to. They're evolving, adapting. The demons have stolen our weapons-technology far more advanced than anything they've ever used. They're studying it, learning to use it against us. If they succeed, your defenses, no matter how strong, won't be enough. We've already seen them grow bolder, and soon they'll come for you."

Velara remained silent, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of her stone throne. The dwarves around her whispered to one another, clearly unsettled by Vincent's words.

"Forget that for a moment, the weapons that you were using during the battle, what was it? It's our first time seeing it."

"It's called a Javelin," Vincent began, his voice even. "A portable anti-armor weapon system. It uses a guided missile to lock onto and destroy heavily fortified targets, like your sentinels. We didn't want to use it, but as I said before, we had no choice. They were closing in on us, and we had to act."

Queen Velara's eyes narrowed as she processed his words, her fingers still tapping lightly on the armrest of her throne. "Anti-armor... so this weapon is designed to destroy the strongest defenses?"

"Exactly," Vincent replied. "But it's not magic. It's technology, something humanity has developed over centuries of conflict. These weapons are part of what gives us an edge, but they're also the reason we're here seeking your help. The demons have stolen some of our advanced technology, and if they manage to fuse it with their magic..."

"Centuries?" Queen Velara interrupted, her tone sharp with curiosity. "You confuse me, Vincent Stryder. I have lived long enough to see the evolution of humanity's weapons. Yet I have never seen anything like this... Javelin you speak of."

Vincent understood her confusion, after all, this technology doesn't exist in this world, he had brought to it.

"Apologies for the confusion but the point is the demons stole our weapon, not exactly the Javelin, but the ones you saw slung across our shoulders. We call them rifles. They are highly advanced projectile weapons-far more powerful than any bow or crossbow. The demons have taken them and, from what we've gathered, they're learning to combine their dark magic with our technology."

Queen Velara's icy blue eyes bore into Vincent as she considered his words. Her fingers had stopped their rhythmic tapping, now resting lightly on the stone armrests of her throne. The murmurs from the dwarves in the chamber grew louder, the gravity of what Vincent was saying beginning to take hold of them.

"You claim the demons are combining magic and your technology," Velara said, her voice quieter now, yet laden with thought. "What exactly do you believe this will mean for us? Forn/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

my kingdom?"

Vincent hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "It means that the demons will be able to break through defenses you've relied on for centuries. Technology like ours is already devastating, but if they find a way to infuse it with their magic, no fortress, no barrier, no mountain will be able to stand in their way. It's not just the humans they're after-it's everyone. They will target your people next."