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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 101: Nanga

Chapter 101: Nanga

Booom!‌‍​

With‍ the thunderous crash‌⁠ that shook the‍⁠​ entire village of⁠⁠⁠ Hestia, the situation⁠‍‌ came to an⁠ end.

Those​ who had gathered‌ to eliminate the‍‌ remaining monsters ended⁠‌ up surrounding Valdrova.⁠‌​

All‌‌ eyes were on​ her.

“What‌‌ the hell is‍‍​ this…?”

“Ugh…”⁠

Those‌⁠ with weak stomachs‍ suppressed their nausea​⁠‌ as they looked⁠‍ at the scene.​

There​ were also those‌‍ who recognized that⁠ appearance.

‘A‌ berserker.’

Those‍‌ consumed by rage​‍ who destroy everything⁠⁠ in their path.⁠‍‌

That​​ fury was impossible⁠​ to control, and⁠ if there was‌‍‍ no mage capable⁠‍⁠ of using calming​‌ magic, they were‍‍ nothing more than‍‍‍ small ogres.

The‌‌⁠ villagers were able⁠‍ to imagine why‌​​ she, capable of⁠​‍ wielding such absurd‍​⁠ strength, was there.‌

That⁠​​ deduction was not⁠ certain either, but​⁠ fear spread quickly.⁠‍​

Everyone‍‌ feared Valdrova.

Valdrova⁠‍ did nothing.

She⁠ slightly raised her⁠​​ head to look‍ around and then​​‌ remained sitting motionless.​⁠

Everyone⁠ looked at each⁠‌ other warily while‍ hesitating.

No​‌ one dared enter‌ the enormous crater‍ in the ground‍‍​ created by a single blow.

“Are‌​ you alright, Sir⁠⁠‍ Knight?”

The‌ man wearing the‍​ insignia of the⁠​ Captain of the⁠⁠ Guard.

The‍‌⁠ same man who‌​‍ had faced the‌‌‍ monsters more bravely​ than anyone else​‌ approached to ask.⁠⁠‌

Valdrova‍⁠ could not answer.‍⁠‌

“Can​ you stand up?‌⁠ Do you need⁠‌ help?”

William‍‌ extended his hand,‌‌ but Valdrova did‌⁠⁠ not even look⁠ at it.

She​‌ remained motionless, as⁠‌ if she were​​‌ dead.

The‍‌‌ voice that awakened‍ her mind belonged⁠ to a single‍ person.

“Sir‍​⁠ William.”

It‍‌ was Perda.

She‍ raised her head⁠‌‌ and looked at⁠ him.

“Yes,​‌​ Regent.”

“A‍ moment ago I heard a tremendous​ explosion. It seems⁠⁠ this was the‍‍‍ epicenter…”

Perda⁠‍‍ was looking at⁠​ her.

Those‍‌​ cold eyes.

They‌ were not the‍ same kind eyes‌​ with which he⁠‌ used to look⁠‍ at her.

“You…”​‍

Perda‌ could not continue.‌⁠

Valdrova‌‍ knew the reason.⁠

‘I…’⁠​⁠

Because⁠ I am a monster.

Perda​​ walked toward her.​​

She​‍⁠ could not bear‍ to see his‍ expression and lowered‌‍ her head.

Once‌​ her vision was​‌‌ blocked, Perda’s footsteps⁠ became even clearer.⁠⁠

When⁠ he got close,‌⁠‌ he spoke.

“Come‍‌ to the castle.⁠⁠⁠ I have something​ to tell you.”‍‍

There​⁠ was no trace⁠‍‌ left of the​⁠‍ kindness he had⁠⁠​ always shown her.​

***⁠

She‌‌ had seen that​​ room many times.⁠‍‍

But⁠‌‌ now it was​ completely different.

Before,​ she looked at​‍⁠ it as its‍ owner.

Now​‌ she had arrived⁠ as a guest.​

It​ was ridiculous.

The⁠ owner of the⁠⁠ castle entering as⁠⁠ a guest.

Perda​‌​ did not know​ that fact.

He‌⁠⁠ personally prepared the⁠‍​ tea in the​⁠ reception room and⁠ served it.

“Normally‍​​ the maids do​‌​ this, but they’re‌​​ busy organizing the‍ situation outside, so‍⁠⁠ I had to⁠‌‌ do it myself.‍ I hope you’ll‍‌ forgive me even​‍ if it doesn’t‌‍ taste very good.”‍⁠

“……”‌

“Even⁠⁠‍ so, consider yourself​‌‍ lucky. All the⁠ knights have to‌‍ go in and⁠​‍ wash up first‍ according to the​⁠ rules, so we‍‍⁠ would only have​​​ wasted time.”

Perda‍⁠ pushed the teacup‍‍ toward Valdrova.

It⁠​⁠ did not matter⁠‍​ whether the tea​⁠ was good or‍⁠ bad.

‘Tea‍‌​ prepared by Lord⁠ Perda himself…’

That​ alone made it‌⁠​ special.

She⁠⁠‍ wanted to drink‌⁠​ it.

But‍ if she removed‌​⁠ her helmet, her‍​⁠ face would be⁠‍ exposed.

Perda​​ would be surprised.⁠

Then​ she would have​⁠ to explain everything⁠​‍ that had happened‍‍ until now, and⁠​ the situation would​ become complicated.

He‌⁠⁠ would feel repulsed.​‌⁠

She​‌ did not want‌​‍ to face such​ a tragedy.

‘Stay‌⁠‌ still.’

Valdrova​ placed the teacup‍‍​ back on the⁠​ table without saying‍ a word.

Perda⁠⁠​ watched that action⁠​ silently before starting​ another conversation.

“I‍ heard that you‌‌​ took a vow​​​ of silence.”

Nod.‌⁠‌

“It’s‍‍‍ a good excuse.‍‌ If you say⁠ you took a vow of silence,‌‍‍ you only have‍‌ to answer when‍‍​ spoken to and​⁠ don’t need to⁠ say anything unnecessary.‌⁠‍ Isn’t that right?”​‍⁠

Perda’s‍⁠‌ cold gaze seemed‍‌​ to pierce through‌‍ her.

“Perhaps‌ that works on⁠‌ ignorant people, but⁠ I grew up​‌‍ in a family‍‍‍ of knights. Vows⁠ of silence are‍‌ normally only taken​ by paladins. And‌ if you truly​⁠‌ trusted someone, it‌⁠‍ would have shown​ in your behavior.”⁠‌​

“……”‍

“But‌ you served no‌‌‍ one. The only‌ things you possessed‍⁠‍ were strength and‌⁠‌ combat skills superior‍ to those of‍⁠​ any knight. Then‌​ why did you‍‍ tell such a lie?”

He‌‌ spoke in a mocking tone.

“The‍ answer is obvious.​ Because you hid⁠⁠‍ your identity in‍‍ order to escape‍​ your past.”

Valdrova‌​ clenched her fists.‍​

Although‌ Perda was wrong⁠ about some things,‌ he had gotten‍ the essence right.​⁠⁠

Valdrova⁠​ hated herself.

She​⁠ hated Valdrova herself,​‍‍ capable of making⁠⁠⁠ others tremble, more‍‌‍ than the demons‌ who had led‍​ so many to​⁠ their deaths.

“Tell‍‌‍ me.”

Perda​‍ asked as he⁠​ lifted his teacup.‍

“Have​⁠​ you ever killed‌ someone while consumed‌‍‍ by that rage?”⁠​

Nod.‌‌​

“And‌ is that why‌‌ you fled all​​ the way here?”⁠‌

Nod.​​

“I‌​ see.”

There​‍ was a brief​ silence.

Perda⁠⁠​ seemed to think‍ for a moment‍​​ before asking again.‌

“Do‍⁠ you regret that⁠‌‍ day?”

Regret.⁠

How‌‌‌ could she not⁠ regret it?

For‍‌ decades she drowned‌​⁠ in sorrow, hated​‌⁠ herself, and was‍‍ tormented by nightmares.​‌

She⁠ wished for the‍‌ mercy and salvation⁠​⁠ of the gods,‍​ but no one⁠‌‍ answered.

Instead‌ of moving forward,⁠⁠ she remained frozen‍‌ in place, consumed​ by self-hatred.

Whenever​⁠ she remembered those⁠⁠ who had perished‍⁠​ during the Dragon-Demon⁠⁠ War, she always⁠‌ thought the same​‍⁠ thing.

That⁠⁠⁠ if those people‍‌‍ she had killed‍⁠ could live again,​‌ she would not‌⁠​ mind becoming an​ evil dragon opposed⁠⁠ by the entire⁠‍ world.

Valdrova⁠ nodded.

“I​‍ see.”

That⁠‍ calm response seemed⁠‌ to create the‍​ silence before a storm.

She⁠ expected insults to​ come at any​​⁠ moment.

That‍ he would tell​ her a monster​ like her was‌ not needed in⁠ this city.

That⁠ she should leave‍ immediately.

“You…”​⁠‍

But‌ the storm never‌​​ came.

“Do​‍ you like this‍⁠‍ village?”

It⁠ was an incredibly‌ simple question.

Valdrova⁠ nodded.

“Do⁠‍ you also wish‍ to protect this‌⁠ village?”

Nod.⁠⁠

“Then‌⁠ would you be​​ willing to accept⁠ the title of‍‍⁠ knight that I intend to offer​ you?”

“…”‌‌

Valdrova‌⁠ raised her head.‍​⁠

‘Knight…?’​⁠​

A position meant to‌⁠‍ protect the people​ and serve the‌‌ king.

It‌‌‌ was the romantic‌‍⁠ dream of many​​⁠ young people from⁠‍​ the provinces.

And⁠‍⁠ since Valdrova had⁠‍​ always liked the‌ word “protection,” that‌ position also interested​​⁠ her.

‘But‍‍ why?’

She‌‍ could not understand‌ it.

People‍‍​ saw her as‍‌ a monster.

Those‌ little girls had⁠ trembled in fear.⁠⁠‌

I am an evil​​ dragon.

No,​‌ a villain.

Someone​ like that should‍⁠ not become a knight.

“Do‌‍ you think you‌⁠⁠ lack the qualifications?”‍⁠

Nod.​⁠

“What​​ an insignificant thought.”‌

Those​‌​ blunt words felt‍​ like a stab‌ wound.

The⁠​ sensitive Valdrova felt‍ hurt.

“Do⁠ you know how​‍⁠ many adventurer groups‌​ participated in Hestia?”‍

Shake‍​ of the head.⁠⁠‌

“Twenty-three⁠ groups arrived. Seventy-three⁠ people in total.‍⁠‍ Every one of‌‌‍ them possessed strength⁠‍‌ and experience.”

“……”‍‍

“But‌​ when the time​ came to defend‍‍​ the village, only‍ four groups participated.​‌​ Do you know‌⁠​ what that means?⁠​⁠ That the other​ nineteen had no‌​‍ interest in whether​‍‌ people died or⁠⁠ whether the village‌‍ was destroyed.”

Perda‌ leaned forward as​‌⁠ he spoke.

“But⁠​​ you did not‌ do that. You​ could have hidden​‍ alongside those idiots,‌​ but you chose‍‌‍ to act in‌​ order to protect‍ this village.”

“……”​​​

“That‌‌ is because the⁠ people in front⁠ of you are⁠​ more important to‍ you than the‌​ things of the​‍‍ past.”

Upon‌ hearing those words,‌ something disappeared from​ inside Valdrova.

She‌⁠​ believed she was⁠ looking at a cold and merciless‌ monster.

But​‌ that was not⁠‌​ the case.

It‍ had been her‍​‍ mistake from the‍⁠‍ beginning.

Although‌‍ Perda was not‌‍ particularly kind, there‌ was respect in​‍​ his eyes.

“If‌‍​ you truly wish⁠‍ to protect this​⁠ place, your past​‍ does not matter⁠ to me.”

You⁠‍​ have done nothing‍​ wrong.

And‍‍ you simply need​ to move forward.‍‌​

‘What⁠ is this…?’

She​ felt a strange⁠‌​ emotion.

She​ had conversations similar⁠‌‌ to this with‌‌​ Perda many times‌ when he gave‌​‍ her his mana.⁠

Back​‌ then, Perda was‍ always kind.

‘But⁠‍⁠ I didn’t feel​ comfortable.’

When‌ dealing with her,​​ Perda acted as​ though she were‌ a flower that‌‍‍ could break at‍⁠ any moment.

His​ delicate and gentle‍⁠​ hands barely brushed‍‍ her skin before​ pulling away.

Valdrova⁠⁠ never fully believed​ his words.

That⁠​ was why that‍‌ comfort would quickly‌​ fade away.

‘It’s​‌ different from back⁠ then.’

His⁠‌ tone of voice‍​ was not kind.‍

Neither​⁠⁠ was his gaze.‍

Everything⁠​‍ was like the‌⁠‍ attitude of someone​​​ dealing with a stranger.

‘It⁠‌ feels as if​ we are meeting‍​​ for the first⁠ time.’

He‌‌‍ did not hesitate⁠​‍ to touch her.‌⁠‍

And‍ he managed to⁠ awaken a deep‍⁠⁠ sense of empathy‌‍‌ within her.

All‌ of that seemed‍ to show her⁠‍‍ another side of‍ Perda.

Her​‌​ heart pounded intensely.⁠⁠​

More⁠‍ intensely than when‍‍ she first saw‍​​ him.

That‌ was, without a doubt, love.

“Do⁠ you think I’m‍‍ a very understanding​⁠‍ person?”

At​⁠‌ the question, Valdrova⁠​‍ nodded.

“Unfortunately,⁠ I’m not. If‌ I seem so‌‌ understanding, it’s only‍ because you resemble⁠ someone I once‍ knew.”

Who​‍ could that person⁠ be?

As⁠‌‌ she wondered that,​⁠ Perda continued.

“That‌ person was truly⁠​ beautiful.”

Beautiful.⁠⁠​

Perda‌‍ smiled as he‍​ said that word.‌

Seeing‌‍‍ that, Valdrova felt‌⁠ a tightness in‍‌ her chest.

‘They‍ say Lord Perda​‍‌ has never smiled​‍⁠ like that at​⁠ other people…’

That‍​​ was what Ruri‍ had told her.‌

That‍​ he was kind‍ because it was‌ Valdrova.

That‌‍‍ he smiled because‍​​ it was Valdrova.​​‌

Then‌ who was this‍‌⁠ person capable of‌​⁠ provoking that?

“I⁠‍⁠ only saw her‍⁠‍ face once. And‌ I can’t even⁠⁠ say I saw‌‍ it properly.”

‘He‍ only saw her‍ once and liked‍⁠‌ her that much?’​‍​

“Besides,​ the first time​‌ I saw that‍‍‍ face, it was⁠⁠‌ covered in tears.”‌⁠​

‘She⁠ was so beautiful​‍ even while crying…?’⁠

“I‍ always want to⁠⁠ see her face⁠​​ again, but I can’t gather the‍​‍ courage to say‌⁠ it.”

‘What‍⁠​ a terrible person.‍​​ She won’t even‌ let him see‌⁠⁠ her face…’

“Even⁠‌‌ so, it comforts‍ me to think⁠ that person is‍⁠‌ resting peacefully beneath⁠‌ this castle.”

‘Beneath‍ this castle…?’

Wait.‍​⁠

That‍ person…

‘Is‍​ it me?’

Valdrova⁠⁠ finally realized it.⁠⁠‌

As​‍ she reviewed everything⁠ he had said,‍‍‌ the circumstances matched⁠ hers exactly.

‘Ah…’​

Valdrova’s‌‍ face turned bright⁠ red.

Once⁠‌‌ she became aware‌‍ of it, she⁠‍‌ felt like running‌ away from there⁠ that very instant.​‌⁠

And‌ returning to her⁠​ lair to roll​‍ around on the‍⁠‌ floor as always​‌ while making little‌⁠‌ nasal sounds.

But‌‌ she gathered all‌ her willpower to‍ calm that trembling‍ and continue acting​ as if she‌‌‍ were a stranger.​

‘Now‌⁠⁠ I really can’t⁠ let him discover‌ me.’

Whether‍​‍ for Perda’s sake​ or her own!⁠

“I’ve‍ rambled too much.‌​‌ Then, could you​‌ think once more⁠‌ about accepting the⁠‌ title of knight?”‌‌

Perda​ returned to the‍⁠‍ main topic.

Valdrova​ decided to think‌⁠⁠ about it again⁠‌ as well.

‘If⁠‍ I become a knight, will I be someone who‍ protects Lord Perda?’‍​‍

Her⁠⁠‍ heart began to​‌ pound.

As‌‍ a dragon, as​ Valdrova, she never​‍ could have heard⁠ something like that.​⁠‍

And‍‌⁠ now that she‍​ was hearing it​​ directly, she could‌ not hide her‍‌‍ excitement.

‘I​‌‍ want to protect​⁠​ this village.’

But​⁠ there was something‌⁠⁠ even more important.‍

‘I⁠‌‍ want to protect​ Lord Perda.’

And‍‌ something even more​​ important than that.‌​

‘!I​​‍ want to keep​⁠ hearing what he⁠ thinks about me!’‍‍

A woman who lacked​​‌ the courage to⁠ ask directly.

And⁠​ a man who‍​ could not say⁠‌‌ it directly.

For​‌ a relationship like​⁠ that, this was​ the perfect opportunity‌‍ to hear his‌‍​ true feelings.

That⁠‍ was practically the‌​ entire reason.

Just​​⁠ as Valdrova was‌ about to answer—⁠‍

“Lord​​​ Perda.”

Ruri‍⁠‍ entered the room.​‍

“How‍‍⁠ is the situation⁠‌⁠ in the village?”‌‍

“The‍ recovery is progressing⁠⁠ smoothly.”

“There‌⁠ isn’t any bad‌ news?”

“There‌ doesn’t seem to​ be. The number​‌​ of deaths is‌ minimal, and although‍ there are many​‌​ seriously injured people,‌​​ they received emergency⁠⁠​ treatment quickly, so⁠‍​ their lives are​ not in danger.”⁠⁠

“That’s​‌⁠ fortunate.”

“Allow​‍ me to serve​‌⁠ you.”

With⁠ skillful and swift⁠‌ movements, she took‌​‍ her place and​‍​ served the tea.⁠‍

Ruri’s‌⁠ gaze briefly shifted​‌‌ toward the armor.⁠

“Hmm?”​⁠

Normally,​ she was indifferent⁠​ toward humans.

However,‌⁠ for some reason,​ she could not⁠​‌ stop looking at​ that armor.

Ruri‌‍ stared at it.‍‍⁠

She​​ had an expression⁠⁠ as if she‌ were about to‍⁠ realize something, yet​​⁠ at the same⁠‍ time was not‍‍ completely sure.

A moment later.

“…Huh?”‍‌​

Ruri’s​ expression suddenly deteriorated.​‍⁠

Valdrova⁠‍ knew that expression⁠‌ very well.

‘She​ figured it out!’‍‌⁠

Inside‌‌ the armor, her‌‌ face turned pale.‍

Ruri‍ stared at her‌⁠​ silently in disbelief.⁠

And,‍‍ true to the‌‍‌ Vow of Silence,​⁠⁠ she kept her‌ mouth shut.

Perda,‌​ who had noticed⁠ nothing, merely found‍‍​ Ruri’s behavior strange.​⁠‌

“What’s‌‌ wrong?”

“…It’s‍ nothing. I simply‌‍ remembered the trash​‍ that was left‌‌ in the village​ for a moment.”‍​⁠

Ruri‌⁠‌ pretended everything was‌‌ normal, finished serving,⁠ and stood behind⁠⁠ Perda.

“Then,⁠‍​ let’s continue the‌​​ conversation—”

“Excuse‌ me.”

Ruri‌‌ interrupted him.

“May‌ I ask what​‍ you were talking‍⁠ about?”

“…This​‌​ is the first‍⁠‌ time you’ve asked‍ a question like‍​‌ that.”

She‍⁠⁠ had always fulfilled​ her role.

She‌ remained like a background ornament and‍⁠⁠ never intervened.

“It​‌ seemed like a rather important conversation.​‍ I thought perhaps‌ I should know‍ as well.”

Perda‍ answered without any​​ issue.

“I⁠​ asked whether she⁠‍‍ could swear loyalty‌‌⁠ to me as‌‍⁠ a knight.”

“A‌‍ knight’s loyalty…?”

Her‌⁠‌ face showed complete‍‍ disbelief.

“And​ has she already​ accepted?”

“I‌​ was about to⁠ hear her answer.”‌​⁠

“My…”⁠​

Ruri‍⁠​ narrowed her eyes​‌‌ and slowly observed​ the knight.

“Really?”​⁠⁠

Valdrova⁠ involuntarily shrank back.‌‌⁠

Was⁠‍ she planning to⁠ reveal her identity?‍​‌

Desperately‍​‌ denying it in‌ her mind, she⁠⁠ sent a sort​‍⁠ of telepathic plea.⁠

Please,⁠⁠ pretend you don’t​​ know!

Ruri‍ had no intention​‌ of exposing her.‍‌‍

However,‌​ she reacted in‌ a much crueler​ way than Valdrova​‍ had imagined.

“Lord‌‌‌ Perda. What do‌​ you think about​ this?”

“About‍ what exactly?”

“A‍ situation in which‍ a high-ranking knight‌‍ swears loyalty to​​‍ a commoner.”

Perda‌‌ answered.

“A‍⁠ knight cannot swear‌⁠⁠ loyalty to a commoner, but she‍​⁠ can swear loyalty​ to her own‍ convictions. If those​ convictions lead her‍ to protect ordinary‌ people, it may​ appear that she‍‍ is swearing loyalty⁠ to them. And⁠⁠⁠ that is something‍ noble.”

That‍‌⁠ was precisely the​ reason he had‌‍ appointed William as⁠‍ Captain of the‍ Guard.

If​​​ the village continued​⁠ growing, he was‍‍‍ even considering granting‍⁠ him a knighthood.‍‌

“That​ was only an‌‍‌ example. Then let‍‌ me put it​‍ another way. Let’s‍⁠​ say that…”

She‌ pretended to think‍⁠‍ for a few‍⁠ seconds before continuing.​‌

“What‌ would happen if‌⁠​ Lady Valdrova swore⁠‌ loyalty to Lord⁠​ Perda?”

Perda‌‍ frowned and answered.⁠‍

He‍ looked at Ruri‍⁠ as if asking‌ whether she had‍​⁠ lost her mind.​

“That’s‍‌ absurd. Something like​⁠‌ that cannot exist.⁠ The one who​​ should swear loyalty‌‍ is me, and⁠‌ the one who‍‌ should grant me‌ her trust is⁠‌ her. For her⁠ to swear loyalty​ to me would⁠ be little short​‍​ of disrespectful.”

“Exactly‌​ my point.”

“If​⁠ you already knew‍​​ that, don’t make‍‍ comments like that‌ so lightly. I can’t tolerate it​ even as a hypothetical example.”

“My​​‍ apologies. I was​⁠ merely curious.”

Ruri⁠ crossed her arms​⁠​ and glared at‍ Valdrova.

Her⁠‍‌ expression seemed to‌​ say,

Do⁠‍ you understand now‌ how ridiculous this‍ situation is?

“Then,‌ what is your‌‍ answer?”

Perda⁠‍ asked.

Valdrova’s⁠ answer had already‍​ been decided.

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