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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 102: The Difficult Path

Chapter 102: The Difficult Path

After​​‌ finishing her conversation​‌ with the armored⁠​ knight sitting in‍⁠ a formal posture,⁠ Erika went to‍⁠ see Perda.

His⁠ features were familiar‍‍​ to her, but‍⁠ certain decisive elements‍ were different.

He⁠‍‌ had no horns,​​​ tail, or wings;‍ he had adopted‍ a completely human​ appearance.

At​ least officially, the​ visitor was the‌​‍ Platinum-rank adventurer, “Eri.”‍‌

“Are⁠ you feeling better?”‌⁠⁠

“Yes.‌ The attacks have‍⁠⁠ subsided, and I have recovered enough​⁠‌ condition to use‍ a small amount​⁠ of magic.”

For​ a human, recovering‌​ from something like⁠ that would have⁠ required at least‍​ three years of⁠‍⁠ mana training.

However,⁠⁠ she had recovered​ in barely three‍ hours.

As‌‍⁠ expected of a dragon who had⁠‍​ devoted an entire‌⁠‌ lifetime to the‌ study of magic,‍ even severe internal‍​ injuries healed as​‌‍ quickly as a minor wound.

“I​‌‌ heard that not​ many adventurers participated‍​ in this incident.”‍​​

Erika‍ was the first‍ to bring up‌​ the uncomfortable topic.​​

“That’s⁠‍⁠ right.”

“We​‍ are already compiling‍‌ a list of‍‌⁠ those miserable bastards⁠ and proceeding with‌‌‌ the revocation of​‌‌ their licenses, so⁠​​ there is no⁠ need for you​ to worry.”

She‍ had mixed a vulgar insult into⁠ a formal tone,⁠​⁠ and yet it⁠ did not sound​‌‍ out of place.‌

Besides,‍‍⁠ what was there‍ to worry about?‌​⁠

If⁠⁠ he had never‍‍ expected anything from​ them in the‌‍ first place, he​ could not feel‍​ betrayed.

Those⁠​​ who only think​⁠​ about getting ahead​​​ of others always​‌‌ end up behaving‍‌ the same way.⁠‌‌

‘And‌‍ to think this‌​ village was created​‍ to welcome adventurers,‍‍ yet all that⁠​ arrives are parasites.’⁠

At​‍‌ this rate, building⁠ it would have⁠‍⁠ no meaning at⁠​ all.

Revoking⁠​​ licenses was one⁠ thing.

Finding‌ solutions was another.‍​

“We‌‍ will handle the​⁠ countermeasures. We will‍ only need to​‍ borrow your name.”​

“Would⁠‍⁠ my name really‍ be of any⁠⁠ use?”

“If​⁠ the Blue-Eyed Tower⁠​ Master and Lady​‍ Valdrova’s fiancé join​ forces, they could⁠ at the very‍⁠​ least cut off​ the current association​ president’s head.”

How​​⁠ could an ordinary​​‍ human escape the​‍‌ pressure exerted by​ two dragons?

It​ was far too‍​​ large a problem‌‌‍ to solve through‌ influence alone.

“Anyway,​‌ if we keep⁠ talking about this,‍ only more bad‌ words will come‍‍ out, so let’s‌‍ leave it there.⁠‍⁠ There is something‍ more important that‌‍‌ we need to​​​ face.”

She⁠‍‌ was referring to‍ only one thing.​‍

“You​ mean Curved Demon.”​

“Yes.‌ That bastard everyone​⁠ assumed was dead⁠ simply because he​⁠ never showed himself‌ again.”

Curved‍ Demon.

One​‍ of Godwin’s so-called‍​⁠ Seven Evil Stars.‍​

One‍‍‍ of the seven‍‌ subordinates acknowledged by​‍ the Demon King.‌‍

A calamity that had⁠​ exerted one of⁠⁠‍ the deepest influences​⁠‌ on the continent.​​

Of‌‍ the seven, the‍⁠ one most consistently⁠ underestimated had always​ been Curved Demon.‍⁠‍

And‍​ there was a reason for that.⁠​

He‍‌​ died at the‌ hands of a newly awakened Hero‌​ wielding a kitchen⁠​​ knife, so there‌ were very few​‍ reliable records with​‍ which to evaluate⁠ him objectively.

His⁠​‍ death served as‍⁠‍ a warning about‌ the danger of⁠‍ humans.

And‌⁠⁠ it also drove⁠‌​ the demons to‍‍ desperately prevent the‍⁠ birth of new‍ Heroes.

“I⁠ never imagined Curved​ Demon would be⁠ so strong.”

“Stronger‍‍⁠ than the other‍‌ six Seven Evil‍ Stars?”

“It’s​‍‌ not something that‌⁠ can be compared.‌ At least, from⁠ what I felt…”⁠​

Perhaps​ he was on​‍‌ the level of‍‌‌ the Demon King⁠⁠​ himself.

But‍ she did not​​‌ say those words.⁠

Because​⁠ even Erika was​​‍ not certain.

She​‌‍ feared that conclusion​ might simply be‍⁠‌ an excuse born⁠​ from the fear⁠‌​ and humiliation of‍⁠ being defeated.

Perda​ also recalled the‍​ image of Curved‌​ Demon that he​​‌ had seen with⁠​‌ his own eyes.‍​

A body completely covered‍⁠‌ by a robe.‍

Beneath‌​‍ it was a slender figure, similar⁠‍‍ to his own,​⁠ and red eyes.⁠

‘A⁠⁠ white hand.’

Every‍⁠ demon Perda knew⁠⁠​ had black skin.⁠​‍

“Do⁠⁠ Noblesse-rank demons have⁠‌ white skin?”

“No.​ Even the Demon‍ King had black‌​ skin. The same‍ goes for his‍‌‌ other subordinates.”

“Curved‌ Demon doesn’t.”

“That’s​⁠ right. And that‌⁠⁠ is precisely what​‍ puzzles me as⁠ well.”

Perda‌ remembered it perfectly.‌‍

And⁠‌‌ so did Erika.‌‌​

The‍ hand protruding from‍ the robe was‌ unquestionably white.

“Perhaps‍​ that is one‌⁠ of the reasons⁠‌​ he was able⁠‍​ to become so‍ strong. If he‌​ used the power​‍⁠ left behind by⁠‍ Godwin and continued‌⁠‌ transforming and mutating​‍ himself to maximize‍‍​ his strength…”

“It’s⁠ possible.”

They‍⁠ could not know‌ the truth.

But​⁠‍ Perda partially agreed.​⁠

After⁠⁠ all, the dark‍ elf named Linne‌‌ was also developing⁠‌‍ a drug capable​‍​ of instantly turning‌ someone into a Knight-rank demon.

They‌‌‍ learned from the‌‌⁠ past and prepared​ for the future.​⁠

And‌‌⁠ if an opportunity‍‌ arose, they would⁠​⁠ not hesitate to‌​ seize it.

All‍⁠‍ to prevent humanity‍​⁠ from having a next generation.

“What‍‍‍ I don’t understand‍ is why they‍‌ attacked Hestia Village.⁠ It doesn’t seem‌⁠​ like they wanted‍‌‌ to destroy it‍‌ simply because it⁠⁠‌ annoyed them…”

Gokma⁠ had sent fifteen‍⁠​ wolf monsters against‍‍ the village.

However,⁠‌‍ during his retreat​‌‌ he released four‌‌⁠ times that number​ of monsters.

If⁠ he had deployed​ that force from​ the beginning, dozens‌ would have died‌​‌ and hundreds would‌‌⁠ have been injured.​​

It​‌ had been a half-hearted provocation.

And​ if it was⁠‍⁠ a test.

What‍ was its purpose?⁠

It‌ was difficult to‌‍ understand.

Demons,‌ whose priority was⁠⁠ always absolute destruction,‍​‌ did not usually‍ probe their opponents.​

“I⁠‍ think it would‌​ be best to⁠‌ build a wall​​ first.”

Erika​ suggested.

“You‌⁠ believe the demons⁠ will return?”

“I⁠‌‌ don’t think they‍‌ will return using⁠​‌ the same method.‍⁠ But the people​ living here will‍​ see it differently.”‍

“That‌‌​ makes sense.”

Now​​ they had to​‍ think from the​⁠ perspective of the​‍ townspeople, not from⁠‌ that of a leader.

After‍‌ all, the incident‍ had happened.

And⁠‌ there were victims.‌​‍

Anyone‌‍ could have ended‌‍⁠ up as one‌ of the corpses‌‍ lying in the⁠​‍ streets.

The⁠ seed of anxiety​ had already been​​​ planted.

If​​‌ they remained in⁠ this city, someday​ they might meet‍‌ the same fate.⁠‌​

Before‍‌ winter ended.

Perhaps​​ tomorrow.

Or​‍ even tonight.

Even⁠‍ if it was‍⁠ only for appearances,‍‍ it was important‌‌‍ for people to‍ feel that they​​‌ were being protected.⁠

‘They’re‍ always saying there⁠‍ aren’t enough workers…’⁠

If‍⁠‍ they built a wall, the labor‍⁠ available for urban‌​ development would decrease.‍

Naturally,​⁠⁠ the pace of​ infrastructure construction would‍​ also slow down.‌‍⁠

For​ Isabella, who was​ driving the urbanization‌​​ project forward, that‍ would be a significant problem.

“As‌‍ for the city,⁠ we’ll leave it‍ at that. What​ do you say‍ we talk about​ what I brought?”‌‍​

Erika​⁠ took something from‍⁠ her pocket and‌ placed it on‍ the table.

It‌ was a talisman‍‌‍ with an orange-colored‌ gemstone.

“It’s​ a demonic energy​ repellent talisman.”

It‌⁠‍ was the item‌ she had mentioned‍ before the alliance​⁠⁠ was formed.

Perda​ remembered that it​⁠‍ had still been‍‍ in the research‌​​ phase, so it‌ seemed surprisingly fast.⁠

“We​ will need to⁠​ test how much‌ it can truly‌⁠⁠ block inside the​​ Demon Lands, but⁠ according to our⁠ estimates, it can⁠‍‌ neutralize approximately 95%⁠‍​ of the demonic‍⁠ energy attempting to‍‌ penetrate.”

“That⁠‌ means the remaining‍‍‍ 5% will still‍ get through.”

“Even​ that 5% is​ an impressive result⁠‍ when using the⁠‌ interior of the​ Demon Lands as⁠ a reference. After‍‍​ all, it allows‌⁠ humans to set‌ foot, even if‍​ only slightly, in‍ places where they⁠ should never have⁠‌ been able to‌‌ enter.”

“And‌ how long could⁠‍‍ they endure under​‍ those conditions?”

“If‌‍‌ they are willing‌⁠ to accept the‍⁠‌ risk, three days.‍⁠ If they want⁠ to remain within‍⁠‌ a safe margin,⁠​​ approximately one day.”​​‌

One​​ day.

“Wouldn’t​ they also need​ time to detoxify‍ after being exposed‌‌‌ to demonic energy?”​‍

“Our‍⁠ Blue Eyes scholars‌​ recommend around fifteen⁠‌‌ days of rest.”​⁠​

“So⁠​ they would work⁠‌ for one day‍⁠‍ and rest for⁠ fifteen.”

“Yes.​⁠​ It’s far too‌ long.”

Adventuring​​‌ always requires more‌ preparation time than⁠‌‍ action time.

But‍ fifteen days was‍⁠ excessive.

Since‍‌​ they were exploring​​ areas that had⁠⁠ never been explored‌ before, it was‌‍‌ difficult to produce‍ results.

And‍ above all, the⁠ problem was that‌⁠ it left far‌‌⁠ too much time​ to think.

‘Thinking‍‍ too much is⁠​​ poison for an​‍ adventurer.’

When‌ the time comes‍ to take risks,⁠ one cannot think⁠‍ too much.

Thinking​​ too much naturally‍ leads to fear.‍⁠‍

And‍⁠‍ fear leads to‌⁠‍ depression.

Depression‌‍ is a deadly‌⁠‍ poison that ends​ an adventurer’s life.‌‌‌

“The⁠‍​ profession of an⁠‌​ adventurer is not‍ something that should⁠‌‌ be measured solely‌‍‍ by efficiency, but⁠‍ even taking that​ into account, it​‌‍ is still not​ a good situation.‌⁠ It would be‍‌ wonderful if we‌⁠ could reduce it‌⁠‌ to at least‌‌​ one week…”

“One‌ week…?”

Was⁠ there any way​‍​ to solve it?‌‍

Perda​‌ thought about it⁠ for a moment,​‍​ but soon abandoned​⁠ the idea.

After​ all, it was⁠⁠ not something he⁠​​ could solve with‌‍ his own abilities.⁠

That‍ was why he​⁠ answered this way.​

“I’ll‌ mention it to‌‍‌ Vernell.”

“You‌‌ mean that genius‌‌‍ scholar? The same‍⁠‌ one who recently⁠​‍ achieved great accomplishments​​⁠ in Hallim?”

Erika‍ asked with an‌ expression full of‍ anticipation.

It⁠‌ was the first‍‌‌ time she had‌‌ shown so much⁠‌ emotion upon hearing⁠ a human’s name.‌

“Do​ you think he‌⁠⁠ could solve it?”⁠

“He‍‌​ will solve it.”‍

He​ did not know​‍‍ how he would‌ do it.

But‌⁠⁠ Erika did not⁠​⁠ question the answer.‍

‘If​⁠‌ he’s one of‍‍ Perda’s people, perhaps‍‌‌ he really can‍ do it.’

Perda’s‌⁠ ability was exceptional‌‍ even compared to​‍ other humans of‍ his generation.

In​‌⁠ fact, among all‌‌ the humans she​ had met in⁠​ her life, he‌⁠‌ would rank among‌‌‌ the very best.​⁠‍

Sometimes​ she was even‌ afraid to try​ understanding the way​ he thought, because‌ doing so would‌⁠⁠ only expose how​‍​ shallow she herself⁠‌ was.

Erika‍‍⁠ was convinced that⁠​​ Perda possessed a wisdom of his​⁠ own that she⁠‍‌ could never comprehend.‍⁠

In⁠⁠‌ reality, he did‌⁠⁠ not have any​‌ concrete solution either.​⁠​

Perda‌​⁠ simply thought.

‘If‌⁠‍ it’s Vernell, he’ll​⁠ find a way.’⁠⁠

Perda‍ still did not‍‍ understand how magi-engineering‌ worked.

In‌⁠ fact, even among​⁠ the assistants working​⁠⁠ directly under Vernell,‍⁠⁠ only a few​ truly understood what​ he was doing.‍⁠‍

How‍‍ was he supposed‍‌ to understand it?⁠

Because⁠ of that, deep‍ down, he was‌⁠ not even certain‍‌ that Vernell could⁠ solve it.

Even⁠ so, Vernell was⁠ a genius of⁠​​ magi-engineering.

Surely,​‍‍ he would find⁠ some answer.

And‌‌​ the only one‍ who would end‍‌⁠ up suffering because​​ of that vague⁠‌ trust would be⁠ Vernell.

***⁠​

Late‌‍⁠ at night, when⁠​ all the day’s‌⁠​ work had been⁠ completed.

Ruri‍ descended into Valdrova’s​‌ refuge.

As⁠ always, she carried⁠ a summary of⁠‌⁠ the situation to⁠‍‌ discuss with her.⁠‍

However,‌ her expression was​ not the usual‍‍ one.

She⁠ looked like someone​⁠ about to visit‌⁠ a prisoner locked⁠ in an underground​⁠⁠ dungeon.

“My‌⁠ lady, it is​⁠ Ruri. I am‌⁠ coming in.”

She⁠‍ entered Valdrova’s refuge‍‌​ through a small​ side door.

“My‌ lady, what I wanted to discuss⁠​​ with you today⁠‍ is…”

Ruri’s‍‍ words suddenly stopped.⁠

The​‌​ majestic figure covered‍ in red scales⁠‌‍ that usually occupied⁠‌ the enormous dragon‌​‌ refuge was no‌‍ longer there.

Instead,⁠ a small woman⁠‌ was kneeling after‌ removing her armor.‍⁠

“Why‍‌‍ are you sitting⁠‍‍ in seiza?”

she​ asked while looking‍ at her with‍‍​ a bewildered expression.‌

“Well…”‍⁠

Valdrova⁠ answered in a hesitant voice.

“Because‍‍‍ Ruri was going​‌ to be angry…​‌‌ right?”

“I’m​⁠ not angry.”

“Really?”⁠⁠

“I’m⁠‌ only a little‌‍‍ disappointed.”

Valdrova⁠‍‌ lowered her head‌ while nervously fidgeting‍ with her fingers.‌​

Those⁠ words hurt more​‌ than a scolding.⁠‌⁠

“But,⁠‍‌ Ruri…”

“Yes?”​

“How‍‌⁠ did you figure‍⁠ it out?”

“…It​ was impossible not⁠‌​ to realize it​​ after seeing your‌​ behavior. Thanks to⁠⁠‌ that, I remembered⁠​ the armor’s functions.”‌

“Was‌⁠‍ it really that‌‌​ obvious?”

“Yes‍‍⁠ and no. Lord‍ Perda, for example,‍⁠​ hasn’t realized it.”​​⁠

“I⁠‌ see.”

Valdrova‌ let out a sigh of relief.‌

Seeing⁠⁠​ that, Ruri’s expression‍ became slightly sterner.‌⁠⁠

“It’s⁠⁠​ still far too⁠ early to relax.”⁠‌⁠

Ruri​ took something out‍​ and showed it​‍‍ to her.

The‌‌‌ Rumor of Calamity⁠ opened.

“After⁠ reviewing the records,⁠ I discovered that⁠⁠ you have been‌‌‍ acting under the‌‌⁠ name Armored Knight.”‍‌⁠

“Y-Yes…”​

“And​‌⁠ you’ve already been‌​ working here for⁠ several months.”

“That’s⁠ right…”

Valdrova’s‍‌ shoulders sank heavily.‌‌

“The‌ Vow of Silence.‌‍‌ I must admit⁠ it was a clever idea. If​​⁠ you had spoken,‍‍‍ Lord Perda would⁠ have recognized you​⁠‍ immediately.”

“It‌ wasn’t something I planned. It just​​⁠ ended up happening‍‌ that way…”

“That⁠⁠ seems likely. You⁠ are not meticulous⁠‌⁠ enough to plan​⁠​ something like that.”‍⁠‌

Ruri‍​ let out a sigh.

“Is‍​ what you’re doing‍ some kind of​⁠ amusement as a human?”

“It’s​ not amusement. I’m‌ helping humans.”

“……”‌​

Yes.⁠⁠

That​ could not even‍ be called amusement.⁠

When​ dragons speak of​ amusement, they usually⁠‍ mean doing things‍⁠ that ordinary humans‌ could never endure.‌​

Great⁠​⁠ feats.

Or⁠⁠ great acts of‌‌⁠ infamy.

Leaving‌ behind a legend‍​ and disappearing, thereby⁠​​ demonstrating the greatness‌ of a dragon.⁠‌

That‍‌⁠ was the usual‍‌ purpose.

But.‍‌

What‌‍ dragon would disguise‌⁠ herself as a human just to​ work as a laborer at a construction site?

That‌⁠ was neither a great feat nor⁠​⁠ an amusement.

It⁠ was something worthy‍ of ridicule.

As‍⁠ a dragon’s servant,‍‌⁠ Ruri could not⁠‍‌ approve of something‍‌​ like that.

She‌‍ wanted Valdrova to​‍​ value her power⁠‌​ and reputation more.⁠

“But‍ even so…”

Unaware‌​‌ of those feelings,‌⁠ Valdrova smiled brightly‌⁠⁠ and showed her​ something.

“Look.‌ I worked hard‌⁠ and managed to⁠‍‌ save all of⁠‍‍ this.”

She⁠ proudly pulled out‍⁠‍ a pouch.

Inside‍ was a mixture​⁠ of copper and​‍ silver coins.

Ruri⁠‌⁠ felt her emotions‍‍ beginning to boil.⁠​

Even​‍ by kicking a few things around​‍​ in the warehouse​​‌ and dragging them‌‌​ here, she could‍‌ earn far more‍‌‍ money than that.⁠

She​‍‌ did not like‌ seeing her so‌⁠ satisfied with such​ an insignificant amount.​​‌

That‌ deserved a scolding.⁠⁠

“Does⁠ it make you⁠‍ happy?”

“Yes.‍‍​ Very.”

“And‍ what exactly makes‌​ you so happy?”​

“The‍‍ feeling that I can create something‌⁠⁠ without destroying it.”‌

“……”‍

Upon⁠⁠‍ hearing those words,‍⁠​ her anger dissipated‍‍‌ surprisingly quickly.

Ruri⁠ knew.

Behind⁠‌‍ that pure smile⁠‍⁠ and those seemingly​​‍ casual words hid⁠‍​ an unfathomable abyss⁠‍⁠ of self-loathing.

Only​‍ Ruri had seen⁠​‌ so deeply into‍‍​ her.

That‍ was why she⁠⁠ could scold her.​​‌

And‍ also pity her.​

But‍‌‌ that joy lasted‍‌ only an instant.⁠⁠

Valdrova’s‍​ head lowered toward‌​⁠ the floor once⁠ more.

“But‍ in the end,⁠‌​ I destroyed it​ again. Is that⁠ really the only​‌ thing I know‍​‍ how to do?”‍

Valdrova‍ scratched her cheek​ with an awkward​​ smile.

“Please⁠⁠ don’t say that.‍‌‍ You are Lady​⁠‍ Valdrova, the Incarnation​‍ of Strength. You‌ are destined to⁠ accomplish things far​ greater than this.”‍

Ruri‍‌ wrapped her arms‌‍⁠ around her.

Valdrova​ lightly rested her‍⁠​ head against her.​

“But‍⁠​ people were afraid⁠⁠ of me. Because​​ I destroyed everything‌‌ again…”

“They⁠​ were only confused.‍⁠ You know that.‌​ Humans are ignorant.⁠⁠​ Even if they‌‍​ fear what is⁠‌⁠ before them, once‍‍ they reflect on⁠⁠ it, they will‍‌ quickly understand your⁠ achievements and praise‍‍​ you.”

Valdrova⁠⁠ raised her head⁠ to look at⁠‍​ her.

Her‍‌ golden eyes were⁠‌ moist.

“Really?”​‍

“Why⁠ don’t you see‍‌‌ for yourself? By‌ putting on that​‍ armor.”

Valdrova’s⁠⁠ eyes widened.

“Can⁠‌ I… keep doing‌ it?”

“You‍ can.”

“Even​‍ if you don’t‌‍ like it?”

“How‌​‍ could a mere⁠⁠ servant prevent her⁠⁠‍ lady’s wishes?”

They⁠ had already come‌ too far to‌ stop now.

‘If‌ this insignificant amusement⁠ can ease her‌‍ heart even a little and heal​ her wounds…’

How‌‌ could she tell​ her to stop?‌

Even⁠⁠⁠ if it strayed‍⁠ from the dignity​ befitting a dragon,​‌ she would gladly‍⁠⁠ endure it if⁠​ it made her⁠‍ happier.

“Then…​‌ then…”

With‍​‍ an excited expression,‍​ Valdrova made another‌ request.

“Can​‍‌ I also become‍⁠‌ Lord Perda’s knight?”‍⁠

Ruri​ immediately felt that​ her patience was‍‌ reaching its limit.‌

“…And​‍‌ why do you‍⁠⁠ wish to do‌​ that?”

“Because…‍⁠ that way I could see Lord‍⁠ Perda more often.”‍‌⁠

She​⁠ said it while​ fidgeting with her‍ fingers.

“Don’t⁠ you already see​ him frequently?”

“Y-Yes,‌‌⁠ of course I see him a lot… I do​ see him, but…”⁠⁠

Valdrova⁠ scratched her cheek.‌

“It’s​ just that seeing⁠‌‍ him in a way different from‌ usual was a little… attractive.”

“…Attractive?”⁠⁠

“Lord⁠⁠ Perda has always​ been very kind‌ to me, so​​‍ I always thought‍​​ he was a kind person. But…”‍

“But…?”​​

“Seeing‌ him act a little more coldly‌‌ made him seem⁠‍ like a stranger,‌‌ and for some​ reason…”

Valdrova’s‌‍ face turned red.‌⁠​

Her⁠⁠ expression was that‍‍ of a woman⁠​​ in love.

“I‍ think it excited⁠⁠ me a little.”⁠⁠

“……”​‌

At⁠‌⁠ that moment, the‍ heart that Ruri‌ had managed to‍ calm burst into​ flames once again.​‍‌

Something⁠‌ called a sense​ of responsibility burned‍‌ fiercely in her‍⁠⁠ eyes.

“My‌‌ lady.”

“Yes?”​​

“Sit‍ in seiza.”

“Huh?​‌‍ W-Why?”

“I⁠⁠ am about to⁠ begin the lecture.”⁠⁠​

The​⁠‌ Rumor of Calamity⁠‌ opened completely.

And​ Valdrova’s face turned‌⁠⁠ pale.

Even‌ though her eyes⁠ filled with tears,⁠ those same tears​‌⁠ would only become‌​​ new topics for‌‍​ the lecture.

***​​

Valdrova‌‌⁠ returned to Hestia⁠⁠​ Village just as‌ Ruri had told‌‍ her to.

The​​⁠ same armor.

The⁠ same appearance.

She‍ was still exactly‌⁠‌ the Armored Knight‌⁠​ who did not​ hide her identity.‍‍⁠

‘They’re‍⁠ looking at me.’‍‌

She⁠ could clearly feel‍⁠​ the stares fixed‌‍​ upon her.

And​ along with them,‌ the whispers.

— The monster has​⁠ come.

— The monster who‍ kills people again…‍

— Aaaah!

The⁠​‍ voices she imagined⁠‌‍ hearing within those‌ stares tormented her​ relentlessly.

‘Should​​​ I just go‍​ back?’

Her⁠ legs, which had⁠‍ never hesitated before‌‌ any attack, trembled⁠‍‍ because of a weak heart.

“Knight.”‍⁠

The‍‌‍ fog dispersed and‍‌ she returned to​⁠ reality.

A small girl approached‌‌‌ her with determination‌‍‌ and stopped in​​‍ front of her.‌

It⁠‌⁠ was the same‍‌​ little girl who‍⁠​ had been grabbed⁠‌ by those despicable‌‍​ adventurers.

The‍‌‌ little girl who⁠​​ had nearly been​⁠ devoured by a monster’s jaws.

And‌⁠‍ the little girl⁠‌‍ who had seen​‌ her as a monster.

“Um…”‌​

The​​‍ girl opened her⁠‌‌ mouth with difficulty‍ and held something​​ out to her.⁠​⁠

“Thank​‍ you for saving‌‌ me.”

It​‌ was a flower.⁠‌‍

A completely ordinary wildflower,⁠ the kind that⁠ grows everywhere in‍‌ the forest and​​ that anyone could‍‌ accidentally step on‌​⁠ without noticing.

And​ yet, Valdrova held‌ it as though​⁠ it were the⁠‌ most precious treasure‍ in the world.⁠

The‌‌ girl’s smile, with⁠‍‌ her missing baby⁠‍ teeth, was more‌ beautiful than anything⁠‍‍ else.

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