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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 10: The Dragon’s Breath

Chapter 10: The Dragon’s Breath

A month since the‌⁠‍ promise.

Three‍‌ days before the⁠‍ engagement ceremony with‌‍ the Queen of​‍‍ Valdrova.

With‌ a face full​⁠ of disgust, Ruri‍⁠​ pointed at the⁠⁠‌ paper and quill.​⁠

“Write‌‌ a vow letter‍ for the engagement‍ ceremony.”

“Isn’t⁠‌ there some standard​ formula for these‌⁠​ things?”

“Of​ course there is,⁠ but…”

At‍‌ that moment, Ruri’s⁠‍ throat moved. Instead‍ of a dragon’s‌ breath, she forcefully​‌ swallowed a sigh‌‌ that nearly escaped.​

“Since‌ it will be⁠⁠​ an unofficial ceremony,‌​‍ she wishes to⁠ do it without‍‌ unnecessary formalities.”

“And?”‍

“She⁠ wants to replace‌ the recited vows‌ from each with‌ vows handwritten by‍‌​ both.”

Perda⁠ calmly nodded after⁠⁠⁠ hearing that.

“A‌⁠‌ bit romantic, I see.”

“Calling‍‍ it romantic makes​ it sound nice.⁠‍ In reality, it’s⁠⁠​ worse than getting⁠⁠⁠ married in a stable. What is‌‍⁠ this? Writing vows​​ by hand… it’s‌ like some silly⁠ child’s game.”

Ruri⁠‌‍ grumbled, and finally‍ let out what​‍ she’d been holding‌‍⁠ in her small​ chest.

“Haaaah…”⁠⁠

That‍ was the breath.‍

A sigh of pure​‍ frustration that seemed‍ capable of cracking⁠‍⁠ the ground.

‘It‌⁠‌ was already bad‍​ enough that this‍ is an engagement​ with a human,‌ and now it’ll‍‌⁠ be private and​ with handwritten vows…’‍

Even‌‍ as a dragoness​ who served with​​ devotion, it was​​ inevitable for feelings​‌ to build up.⁠⁠ So it was⁠ understandable that she‍‌⁠ sighed like that.​

‘Still,‌‌ more than loyalty‍‌ to a ruler,‍‌‍ Ruri is devoted‍​​ to Valdrova herself.’‌‌

If‌​ status had been‌⁠​ her priority, Perda​ wouldn’t be here​‍ right now. Had‍​ she wanted, Ruri‌ could have tried⁠ to assassinate him⁠‌⁠ or set a trap to ruin​ him.

But‍‍‌ she never resorted⁠‌‌ to such underhanded⁠⁠ methods.

‘She’s‌ actually helped me.’‌

Perda‌​ understood the complexity⁠⁠ of her feelings.‍ She wanted the⁠ engagement to fail,‍​‍ but at the‍ same time longed​‌ for Valdrova’s happiness.‌​

‘Caught​‌ in that contradiction—that’s⁠‍​ where her anger‍‍​ comes from.’

A truly unfortunate situation.⁠⁠​ Perda decided to‍​⁠ offer her, even‌ just for a moment, a look‌ of compassion.

“What’s⁠​ that face?”

“I‌‌ just thought you’re​‍​ pitiful.”

At‍ that sincere compassion,‍ Ruri frowned.

“I‌​ don’t want to‌ hear that from⁠‍ a human like‌ you.”

“I’m‍⁠ still a guest,​‌ but in three‌‍ days I’ll be​‌ your queen’s consort.​ Then what will‍‍​ happen to our⁠‍⁠ relationship?”

“It​ won’t change at​⁠ all. And don’t‍‍‌ get any ideas⁠ about giving me‌‌ orders.”

“Of​ course. That wasn’t​ my intent.”

“Still,‌‌ if you ask⁠‍ me to hit‌⁠ you, I’ll do‍​ it without hesitation.”‌

“I’ll⁠ pass on that.”⁠‍

“Don’t‌ worry. I’m confident‌‌‍ in my strength.​​ And I can‌​‍ control myself.”

“No‌ need.”

Ruri​‍ raised her small⁠⁠ fist. That fist,​ seemingly harmless, had​‌ shattered a bed‍​⁠ and the floor⁠⁠ beneath it.

There​⁠‌ was no way‍​ Perda would ever​​‍ jokingly ask her‌‍ for something like​⁠⁠ that.

“In‌ any case, once​​ the engagement is​​‌ held, you’ll need‍⁠ to begin hiring‍‍ servants for the‍ estate. You’ll also‍ have to choose‍ the ministers who’ll‍⁠​ manage the territory.”‍‍​

“Servants⁠ and ministers? I’m‍​⁠ in charge of‌‍ that?”

“Yes.​‍ As Queen Valdrova’s‌‍‍ consort, you’ll handle⁠⁠‌ the domain and⁠‌ its administrative matters.”​‍

Perda‍ raised an eyebrow‍​ in confusion.

“You​ seemed to hate‍​ people in power,⁠‌ and now you’re‌ asking me to‌‌ take it?”

“I‍⁠⁠ don’t hate those‌‍ with power, only⁠‍ those who are⁠‍ blinded by it.”​⁠

The‍‌‌ third prince of⁠‍​ the Arken Empire​ had died precisely‍⁠ because of his‌​ obsession with power.‌​‍

“Power‍⁠​ should go to‍ those who aren’t⁠ obsessed with it.​ Only then will⁠ they look out⁠‌ for the people.⁠‍​ And that’s what‌ we need now.”‍‌‌

Perda​​ tilted his head.‌‌

“Isn’t​ the people’s life⁠‌​ good?”

“As‍ you probably noticed​⁠‌ seeing the current‌ lords, the situation‍‍‍ is a disaster.”​‍

Perda‍‍ recalled the nobles‌ at the assembly—fat,‌‍ clumsy, trembling with‍‍ fear over losing⁠ their heads, like⁠‌ pigs trapped in‍ a slaughterhouse.

“Those‌​⁠ who should be‍ pillars only care​​ about filling their⁠​ bellies. They spend​​ time in brothels⁠‍‌ and banquets using‍ the excuse that,⁠⁠ being on the‌ frontier, they could​⁠ die any day.‍ They silence complaints​⁠ with military power,⁠​ but sooner or⁠‌‍ later, it will​‌ erupt into a revolt.”

“I‌‍ didn’t know. I didn’t think the‌ situation was that‍ bad.”

Hearing⁠ the word “people”‍ sparked a bit​ of curiosity in​ Perda.

“Doesn’t⁠​ Queen Valdrova wish‌ for the happiness⁠⁠ of humans?”

“Yes,⁠‌ she does.”

“Then‍‍‌ wouldn’t it be​‍⁠ enough for her‌⁠ to say a single word and​ everything would be⁠‌ resolved?”

“It‌‍ would.”

“Then‌ why doesn’t she‌ do it?”

“……”‍‌

Ruri‌ fell silent. Her​ face hardened, and​​ a dragon’s aura‍⁠⁠ burst from her⁠‌‍ with violence, as​ if he had‍⁠ touched her most‍ sensitive nerve.

“I‌‌ prefer not to​‍ speak of it⁠‌ now. You’ll have⁠‍‌ a chance to​‍ find out later.”​

Perda⁠ decided to back​​ off.

“Alright.‍ So I just‌​ have to write‍​ the vows, right?”​​‌

“Yes.​​ With your permission,‌​‌ I’ll take my⁠ leave.”

Ruri‍​ bowed and left‍ the room.

Haaaaah…⁠‌‌

A long sigh echoed‍​ in Perda’s ears.‍

He​⁠‍ took the quill,​‍ remembering Ruri’s words.​

“The‌​⁠ vows, huh…?”

They‌​ say the first‌ part is always​​​ the hardest, and​‌‌ Perda got stuck​ on the very‍ first line.

Should‍‍ he have asked​​​ how to write‌ it beforehand? That‌ would’ve made everything‌‍‍ easier.

“Maybe⁠‌ I’ll leave it‌⁠​ for later…”

Instead⁠ of the vows,​​ Perda decided to‌ write some letters​ to the nobles.‌​‍

At‍​‌ the assembly, he​ had told them.‌‍⁠

— I don’t care‌‍‌ in the slightest‌ what you do.‌⁠‍

But‌‌‍ now he had‍​‌ to care, at‍‌‍ least a little.‍⁠ That was the‍​​ problem.

“If‌ I get involved⁠‍⁠ after saying I didn’t care, they’ll⁠ resist.”

He‌ knew himself that‍ his first impression​​‍ had been bad.‍⁠‌ And now, if‌‍‍ he lied, it‍​‌ would only make‍ it worse.

He​⁠⁠ had no choice​‍ but to send‌​ each of them⁠ a letter.

In​​‍ them, he made⁠‌ it clear that​ he might have‌​‌ to get involved‍‍ in administration.

At‍‌ the end, he​ wrote.

— If you don’t⁠ like it, don’t⁠ reply. I respect​ each one of​‍ you.

And​⁠ all the nobles’‍ replies arrived that​‌ same day.

***‌​

Perda‌⁠‌ proved his abilities⁠ and, at the​ same time, showed​ that there wasn’t​ a shred of‍‌ falsehood in his‌ words.

Ruri,‌‌ with nothing left‍⁠‌ to object, silently‌‍ accepted the engagement‌ ceremony.

“Your‍‌‌ epaulet is crooked.⁠ And there’s no‌​ point in ironing‍ your trousers if​‍‌ you’re just going⁠⁠ to wrinkle them​ like that.”

Instead‍​ of talking about​‌‌ the ceremony, she⁠‍​ started the day‌ by pointing out‌ every flaw she​‌ could find.

“If⁠⁠‍ I had your⁠‍ hands and your‌ eyes in my‍ position, this would‍​‌ be much easier.”​⁠​

“Then​ why don’t you​‍ get an assistant?”‍‌

“I⁠⁠ think you could​ do it.”

Ruri‌ stepped back and‍‍‍ hid both hands‍‌ behind her back.⁠​

“I’m⁠ not going to​‌‍ touch you. I’m‌‌ merely a loyal​ servant to my‌‌‍ lady, so don’t‍​​ expect too much‍​‍ from me.”

“Hmm,‌⁠ you really do​‍ seem like a dog.”

“Do‌ you want to⁠‌​ fight me? Just⁠ say the word.​‌⁠ I’m ready for​‍‌ a serious match‌‌ anytime.”

“No,​ I just meant⁠ that you’re very⁠ loyal.”

Ruri​‍‍ growled, but Perda‌ accepted each of⁠ her critiques one‍⁠ by one, fixing⁠ everything she pointed⁠‌⁠ out.

‘Engagement‍ ceremony, huh…?’

He‌‍ still couldn’t wrap⁠ his head around‍‌‍ it.

When⁠​‌ a man gets‍​ married, he’s supposed‌ to feel one⁠ of two things‌ — joy for​ getting married or‌​ sadness for being​‌ sold off.

But​⁠‍ Perda felt neither.​‍

‘Ever⁠ since I returned​‌ to this day,‍​ it’s always been‌‌ this way.’

A heart far too⁠‍ calm for someone​ who bears the​ Red Circle.

‘Am​‍ I getting engaged​‍ just because I think it’s what‍‍⁠ I should do?’​

He⁠⁠‌ was beginning to‍​​ suspect it was‍‍⁠ just mechanical — an obligation to​​ fulfill.

The​‌‌ overwhelming anger and‍ hatred were gone,‍ and even his⁠‍ other emotions had​‍⁠ faded.

‘Can‍⁠⁠ I really face‌⁠⁠ Valdrova with this‍ kind of mindset?’⁠‌‍

A vague anxiety pulsed‌‍​ in his chest.⁠

‘A‍ formless anxiety…’

Perda​‌ smiled faintly.

Vagueness⁠⁠⁠ is a human⁠‍ weakness.

‘In⁠‌ the end, I’m⁠​ still human.’

For‌‌ now, that was‌​‍ all that mattered.‍

Perda‌‌ decided to hold‍ onto just that​​‍ thought.

***‌⁠

The‍ ceremony was held‍ in front of‌ Queen Valdrova’s den.​

Inside,‍​ lit by hundreds⁠ of candles, the‌‌ enormous iron gate‍ stood barely twenty‌⁠ steps away.

Ruri,‍​‍ already prepared, softly​ knocked on the​​​ door.

“My⁠‌ lady, we are‍ about to begin‌​​ the ceremony.”

The​​⁠ giant iron gate‌ opened slowly.

From‍⁠ between its cracks,‌⁠⁠ air escaped from​ within, mixing with⁠ the outside air‌ and entering Perda’s​ nose and mouth.‌

“Ugh.”‍‍

His​ chest tightened.

Though⁠ he didn’t sense‍⁠ a murderous aura‌ from a demonic‌⁠ creature, the air​⁠ itself radiated overwhelming⁠‌ fear.

If‌​ Perda had been‌ even a bit⁠⁠ weaker, he would’ve⁠⁠⁠ fainted on the⁠⁠ spot.

Ruri⁠​‌ looked him up​‌ and down and‍⁠ said.

“You‌​ must endure.”

“I…⁠ know.”

“Then⁠⁠ I will begin‌‍‍ the ceremony.”

Ignoring‍​‌ his condition, Ruri⁠ started the ritual.‍​‌

It‍⁠ had already been​‌​ agreed that things‍⁠​ would go this‍⁠‍ way, so Perda‍ focused solely on‍‍‌ breathing deeply and‌⁠ maintaining composure.

“Today,​​ the mortal and​‌ the immortal will⁠ be joined by‌‌ a golden thread,​‍ one that neither​‍ the authority of⁠‍‌ the heavens nor⁠​ the passage of‌⁠ time may sever.”​‍‍

She‍‍ placed a ceremonial‌ cup in front⁠ of him. Ruri​‌‌ filled it with‍‍⁠ a clear liquor‌‌ as she recited.‍‍​

“The⁠​ mortal will surpass‍​ the unknown and‍⁠ cleanse their fear,⁠⁠‌ becoming one.”

As⁠‌‍ they had rehearsed,⁠ Perda took the​ cup and drank.‌‍

The‌⁠⁠ taste was pure​‍ and crystalline, but⁠​​ it was still⁠‌⁠ alcohol.

‘Alcohol​ definitely isn’t for​​⁠ me.’

He​ had never enjoyed‌ alcohol in his‌‌ life; even now,⁠ this was his‍‌‌ first real time‍ drinking it.

After‍⁠ drinking, he poured‍ what was left‌ into another cup​⁠‍ and placed it‍ in front of‌‍‍ the iron gate.​

“The⁠‌ immortal will erase‌ the vanity of⁠​ infinite currents and​ become one.”

It⁠‍​ was Valdrova’s turn.⁠⁠‌

Huge‌ claws, larger than​⁠​ Perda’s entire body,‍ slipped through the⁠‌ cracks in the‌​ gate.

The‌‌‌ same claws that‍‌ had torn through‌‍‍ countless monsters.

They‍​⁠ lowered carefully toward​‌​ the ceremonial cup​​⁠ and—

Clatter—!⁠‌

They‌ knocked it over.​‌

“……”‌​

“……”‍‍⁠

An‍‌‌ awkward silence took‌⁠ over the place.⁠⁠​

The⁠⁠ claws slowly withdrew⁠‍‍ into the gate.​‌

‘Is⁠⁠ that… how it’s‌ supposed to go?’‍‍

Perda⁠‍ looked at Ruri⁠ uncertainly.

“…We’ll‍‌ repeat the ceremony.”⁠​⁠

And​ so, they did⁠‌ it again.

Oath⁠​ reading, Perda drinking,​​​ and Valdrova’s turn.⁠⁠

Clatter—!‍

The​⁠​ claw knocked over⁠​⁠ the cup again.‌​​

The​ same thing happened⁠​‍ a third time.⁠⁠

Perda‌‌ started to feel‍ it.

‘After⁠ a few cups…‌⁠‍ I’m getting dizzy…’​

His⁠ head throbbed, and​ his senses dulled.​ He knew he‌ couldn’t handle another‍‍⁠ round.

Crack—!⁠​​

A loud snap suddenly​‌ echoed.

For⁠​ a moment he‌​ feared the cave‌ was collapsing, but​⁠‍ realized the sound⁠​ came from Ruri.⁠

“With‌‍ your permission, I’ll‌‍‍ enter for a moment.”

Taking‌‍⁠ advantage of a gap in the​​​ gate, she slipped⁠ inside.

Perda​‍⁠ thought she’d prepare‍​⁠ something special, but⁠‍ instead he heard​ a shout.

“My‌⁠ lady, what are​⁠‌ you doing!”

The​​⁠ shock sobered him​⁠ up immediately.

“You⁠ were the one⁠ who insisted on⁠ marrying a mortal!⁠⁠‌ You were the‌​​ one who asked‌ for this ceremony!⁠ And what did‌‍⁠ your loyal servant‍‍‍ Ruri do? I endured!”

She‍⁠‍ had held in⁠‌​ the dragon’s breath⁠​‍ burning in her‌ chest for days,‌​ and now she‍ let it out.‌‌‍

“I‍ agreed to hold‌‌ the engagement in‌‍ secret, when your​ status demanded it‍⁠ be public! I accepted that it‍ be done without⁠‍ direct contact! But⁠‍ if you’re too‌‍ scared to face‌⁠​ your fiancé, if​‍ you keep hiding‍​ and ruin everything…‌⁠​ what do you​‌ think will become‌ of him out⁠‌​ there?”

Ruri’s‍⁠ breathing was furious,‍‍​ and from the⁠‍ other side of​ the gate, only‌‌⁠ a heavy sigh​ could be heard.‌‍‍

Then,⁠‍‌ Ruri’s voice thundered.​​

“Come⁠ out with dignity‌⁠​ and face your⁠​ betrothed! And if‌‍ you spill that‌⁠ cup again, I will not allow‌‍ it!”

After‍​​ shouting like that,‍‌ Ruri stepped back‌ out.

Her​⁠‍ face, however, was​​‍ cold and expressionless.‍⁠‍

Perda‍ stared at her‍​‌ in surprise, and​​ she noticed what​ he was thinking.‍‌

“…You‌‌ heard all that?”⁠

“Even⁠ the lords far​ away probably heard⁠ it.”

“…Haa.​‍ Well, what can⁠ you do.”

She⁠​⁠ sighed deeply and‍‌ explained.

“As⁠‌ you’ve probably figured​‍ out, my lady⁠‍ suffers from social‍ anxiety.”

“Social‍⁠​ anxiety?”

“It‍‌⁠ means she’s terrified‍‌​ of interacting with‌‍⁠ humans.”

“……”‍‌

“To‌​ anyone else, it’d​⁠ sound ridiculous. That⁠​⁠ someone of such‍ prestige fears mortals…‍⁠⁠ but that’s how​ it is.”

“That’s​‌ a pretty important‍‍ detail.”

“In⁠⁠⁠ any case, you’d​​ have found out⁠⁠ eventually. It’s not‍‍ something that can‍‌​ be hidden forever.”‌

Her⁠‌​ silver eyes lowered⁠ as she added.​‍​

“Now⁠‍⁠ you’ll be her‍⁠‍ husband. Which means‌‌ her weakness is‍​ now yours too.”⁠​

“A‍⁠​ shared responsibility?”

“Isn’t‍‌‌ that what marriage​​ means?”

Perda‍⁠ nodded silently.

Marriage​ is, in the‍‍⁠ end, shared responsibility.​‌

For‌‌⁠ some reason, it‍‌ didn’t feel entirely‍ pleasant.

The⁠ phrase shared responsibility‌ had never carried‍ good meaning for⁠ him.

A moment later, the​ closed door opened‍⁠ again.

He‍⁠ expected those huge‍​‌ claws to appear‍ again, but what⁠​⁠ emerged was the‍ silhouette of a person.

Perda​​​ turned his eyes⁠​ to the one‍​ who would be⁠⁠​ his wife.

“…Huh?”‌‍

He‍‌ couldn’t help but⁠​‍ voice his surprise⁠ aloud.

‘…Armor?’‍

A person wearing full‍⁠ plate armor.

The⁠‍ helmet was shaped⁠​​ like a dragon’s⁠ head.

Though⁠‍ it was made‍ of metal, it‌‌​ was so detailed‍​⁠ and imposing that,‍‌‌ for a moment,‌‍ it could be‍‍ mistaken for a real dragon.

It⁠‍ was like imagining​‌ a dragon walking​‍ upright on two‍ legs.

What‌ was most surprising⁠‍ wasn’t just the‌​ detail of the‌⁠ armor, but also—⁠‍

‘It’s​ huge.’

Especially⁠⁠‌ the height.

Perda,‌⁠​ who stood at⁠ 1.80 meters and‍‍ was considered tall,⁠‍‌ had to crane‌ his neck to‍ look up at‍ the figure.

He‌ estimated it to​ be about 2.40⁠‌‍ meters in armor;⁠‌‌ without it, perhaps​ around 2.20.

‘I‍⁠​ had heard that⁠​ dragon polymorphs were‌ astonishingly beautiful.’

If‌‌ this was what⁠​ was meant by‌⁠‌ beauty, then a 2.20-meter-tall human “beauty”​‍‍ must exist.

‘Don’t‌‌ tell me it’s⁠⁠‌ actually a man​⁠ inside…?’

“Let‌​ us proceed with‌​ the final part‍‍‌ of the engagement‌⁠ ceremony.”

Before​‌ he could dwell⁠ further on those‌​ unsettling suspicions, Ruri‍​‍ resumed the ritual.‍​‌

Perda‌ drank the ceremonial‌ wine again, though⁠ he’d already had‌‌ three cups.

The⁠ alcohol made his‌‌ eyelids feel heavy‍ as lead.

He‍​‍ feared it might​⁠ spill again. But​​​ it didn’t.

Ruri⁠​ held the helmet⁠‍ directly so it​⁠ wouldn’t tip over.⁠⁠

And⁠‍ then, through that‍‍ cold, hard armor,‍ Perda saw what‌ it had been⁠ hiding.

For‍‌ the first time,⁠‍‍ he looked upon​ the face of‌‌⁠ the Red Dragon,‍‌ Valdrova, and—

“Ah.”​

Without⁠⁠​ meaning to, a murmur of awe‍‌ escaped his lips.‌​​

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