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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 104: Strike

Chapter 104: Strike

“Strike.”⁠⁠‍

To​​​ Perda, it was⁠‍​ an extremely strange⁠ concept.

“A‍​ strike?”

“Exactly⁠⁠⁠ what it sounds‍‍ like. Declaring that⁠​ they’re not going⁠⁠ to work.”

“Why‍ wouldn’t they work‍‌‍ if they’re being‌ paid?”

“Because‍‌⁠ they want to​‍‍ demand their rights‌‌‌ or something along⁠‌⁠ those lines.”

“It’s‌⁠ hostage-taking.”

Perda‌⁠ found it innovative.⁠‌​

Using‍‌⁠ oneself as a hostage.

The‌⁠ head that would​ roll would be‍ their own, so‌​ he didn’t understand⁠​‍ why anyone would​ do such a thing.

“I‍​ don’t remember things​ like this happening​‌ in the Empire.”‌

“It’s‌​ a matter of‍‌ supply and demand.”⁠

“How​​ so?”

“In​ the Empire, if⁠ someone said something⁠ like that, they⁠‍⁠ would simply be⁠​ replaced.”

Tens‌⁠​ of millions of⁠ people lived in​ the imperial capital‍​ alone.

There,⁠​⁠ replacing a person‌​ was an everyday‌⁠‌ occurrence.

No‌‍‌ one batted an‌⁠⁠ eye when someone‍⁠ disappeared.

Once​​ again, he realized‍‍ how limited his‍ perspective had been.⁠

‘To​‌ think that the‌ Emperor’s authority is‌ more powerful than​ a dragon’s.’

Although​‍ it sounded absurd,​‌​ he could understand‍⁠‍ it.

After‌‍‌ all, a nearby‌‍​ kitchen knife is⁠ always more frightening‍⁠‍ than a distant​⁠‌ legendary sword.

In‌ any case, Perda‌​⁠ decided to ask⁠‍ in order to​ solve the problem.‍​⁠

“Who‍​‍ is the insolent​ ringleader?”

“Hanson.‍​ A carpenter from‌‌‍ the Empire. He⁠​‍ currently acts as‍​ the supervisor of​ the imperial laborers.”‍‍

“Can​ I kill him⁠ without consequences?”

Perda’s‍⁠⁠ solution was simple.‍

Cut‍‍ off his head.​‌

If‌‌ he had no‌ head, he wouldn’t‍ be able to‍⁠‍ have any more‍‌​ ideas.

To‍ him, that was​ the best solution.​‍‍

Isabella⁠‍⁠ immediately understood his‍​‌ intentions.

“He’s​‍ not particularly competent,‍‍ but killing him‌ would cause problems.”⁠⁠

“Why?”‍‌‍

“Because‌ he has certain​‌‍ connections. Besides, politically​​​ it would damage​​‌ our image.”

“And​ how much worse‍ could something already​⁠​ bad become?”

Perda⁠⁠‍ replied as though‍‌ it weren’t important.‌

Isabella‍ tilted her head.​⁠

Then‍‌‌ she seemed to‌‍​ realize something.

“…Just‌ in case. Are​‌ you unaware of‌‌ your current reputation,‍​‌ Lord Perda?”

“No.”‌

Isabella‍​​ blinked.

She⁠⁠​ felt it was⁠​‌ necessary to explain.‌​

“You⁠‍ have taken in⁠‍ refugees and guaranteed​ them the right​​‍ to survive.”

“That’s​ correct.”

“In⁠‌⁠ the middle of‌ winter, few people‍⁠ could be considered‌⁠‌ saviors like someone⁠‍ who accepts refugees.‍ Furthermore, you provide⁠‍ them with work.‍ Thanks to that,‍‍ they have stable‍⁠ income and can‌ meet their basic⁠ needs.”

“I​ see.”

“And​⁠ since many were‌ driven out by‍ outside forces, there‍⁠​ are also those‌ who are inspired‌‌ by your determination‍ to protect them.”​

“That…‍‍ hm.”

Perda⁠ tilted his head.​

“Did‌‌​ I ever say‌​⁠ something like that?”⁠⁠‌

“Because‌ I made it‍ up.”

“Why‌​⁠ would you do⁠ that?”

“We​ needed a positive‍ reputation to counter​​​ the bad reputation‌ of the Red‌‌ Dragon.”

“But‌‌ it isn’t true.”⁠

“The‍ public doesn’t care⁠‌‍ about that.”

Essentially,‌‍‍ Isabella meant that‍‍ people felt safe​ because they believed​‌⁠ Perda could stand‌ against Valdrova.

“Besides,‍ you don’t intend​​ to drive them‍‌ out, do you?”⁠

“That’s​‍ true.”

If​‍‌ others had failed⁠​‌ to take care​‌​ of them and‍​‍ they had ended⁠‍‌ up fleeing, he⁠⁠ saw no reason‍ to send them‌ back.

In⁠⁠ any case, he‍ understood what Isabella‌ was trying to​‍‍ say.

“In‍​‌ short, I have‌⁠ a good reputation⁠ in the village.”⁠‌‌

“There⁠ are people who⁠ claim you are‌ the reincarnation of‌‍​ a saint.”

It⁠ was strange.

Perda‍⁠ was no saint.​‍⁠

Nor‍⁠ was he some‍‍‍ virtuous sage.

Everything‍​‍ he did was‍‌ for Valdrova.

And​‌‍ for her, he‌‍‌ was willing to‍‍ do anything.

‘Fortune​⁠ and misfortune really‍ are unpredictable.’

This⁠‌⁠ was probably what‌‌ that saying referred⁠ to.

Setting‌⁠ that aside, he​ returned to the‌​‍ main issue.

“If‍ I can’t cut‌⁠‍ off his head…”​⁠‍

He‍‍ tried to look​⁠‍ for another solution.​‌‍

But⁠⁠ Isabella continued before​⁠‌ he could.

“That​ isn’t the only​‍​ problem.”

“What‍ else is happening?”‌‍

“If‍‍​ we go through⁠‌⁠ every detail, there‌ are too many.‌‌ But these are‍​ the most important​​ ones.”

She​ handed him a document.

“The​​ architects responsible for⁠⁠​ the wall are‌ constantly clashing due‌​ to differences of⁠‌ opinion.”

Then‌ she handed him⁠​​ another.

“Some⁠⁠‍ adventurers are trying​‍ to collect protection‍‍‍ money based on​⁠ the areas they​ control, and that’s‌ causing conflicts with‌⁠‌ the merchants.”

And‌ then another.

“Furthermore,​⁠ during the prayers,‌‍‌ a pink-haired girl‌‌ appeared singing strange‌ songs. The entire‌ congregation ended up⁠‍ bursting into laughter‌ and lost all​‌‍ sense of solemnity.​⁠ They’ve requested that​ she be captured‍ and taught a lesson.”

“Pink⁠​ hair…”

He‍ didn’t even need‍ to see her‌ to know who⁠⁠ it was.

“And‍‍ amid all this​‍⁠ discontent and confusion,⁠‍‌ there is someone‌‍​ deliberately damaging your⁠​ reputation, Lord Perda.⁠‍ There is undoubtedly‍‌ an agitator behind‌‌ all of this.”‍

Agitators‌​ existed everywhere.

People⁠ raised in wealthy‌ families or with‌​​ access to a good education.

People‍ who used their‍‍⁠ knowledge and rhetorical‍ skills to manipulate‌ the masses.

In‌​ a young and​⁠ still poorly structured‌‌ town like this⁠‌ one, ordinary citizens‌ were easy prey​‍ for them.

“Can⁠ I beat that​‍ one up?”

“I’d‍ like to as​⁠⁠ well, but I haven’t been able⁠‌‌ to find a single lead.”

That​‍‌ was truly surprising.‍

“Not​​⁠ even you can‍​ track him down?”​

“That’s‍ right. I’m ashamed​ to admit it,‍ but he seems​ to appear and​ disappear like a ghost.”

“Hm…”⁠​⁠

She‌​ was a descendant​ of Lorga, the‌‍⁠ Incarnation of Magic.​​​

If⁠​ even someone like⁠⁠​ her was unable‌‌ to locate him,⁠​‍ then the enemy​‌​ was no ordinary‌​ opponent.

‘This‌⁠ isn’t a simple​ agitator.’

He‌​ was probably some‍⁠ kind of pure‌​‍ demon who enjoyed‌‌⁠ chaos more than‌⁠‍ power.

“In‌‌‌ any case, I think the best⁠ thing would be​ to resolve all⁠⁠⁠ of these matters⁠‍ at once.”

Isabella‌ placed several documents‌‌ in front of‌⁠ him.

“Hold‌‍⁠ an assembly.”

“Speak‌⁠ directly with the⁠‌ citizens?”

“It’s⁠‌ the gentlest way⁠ to put an‍‍ end to all‍ of this.”

Gentlest?‍

Perda​​ didn’t like that​ word.

He⁠​‌ didn’t believe that​​ someone who leads‌​‍ the masses needed‍ to be gentle.‍‌

He​‍ thought they needed⁠ to be firm.‍⁠

‘But⁠ in matters like​‍‍ this, Isabella is​‍ better than I am.’

She‍​ had undoubtedly also‌ considered eliminating the⁠‌ ringleader to solve⁠ everything.

If‍‍‌ she had still‌​​ come to propose‍ another option, it⁠⁠ was because she‍⁠⁠ believed the assembly‌ had advantages.

‘Now⁠​ that I think​ about it, it‌​‍ doesn’t sound so​ bad.’

There​‌‍ are times when‍⁠⁠ keeping someone alive⁠⁠‍ produces more benefits​ than killing them.‌‌

Perhaps⁠​​ this was one​‍‍ of them.

“Very⁠ well. We’ll hold⁠​‌ an assembly.”

“Yes.‌‍ Then I’ll begin⁠‌ organizing it.”

Isabella⁠ gave a slight‌ bow in farewell​‌‍ and withdrew.

Perda‍ immediately took out‍ a long-distance communication⁠ crystal sphere and‌⁠ established contact with‌ somewhere.

***‌⁠‌

“This‍ is Lize, liaison⁠⁠ of the Pascal​ Trading Company. Greetings,‌⁠ Lord Regent. How‍ may I assist⁠⁠‍ you?”

“This‌​​ is Perda Valdrova,⁠ Regent. Is the​ General Director available?”⁠‍

“Yes,‍‍ he is available.‌‌ Would you like‌‌ me to connect​​‌ you to him?”‍⁠‍

“I⁠ would appreciate it.”⁠​⁠

A moment later, Stephan’s⁠ voice could be⁠‍​ heard.

“Greetings,‍​‍ Lord Regent. Are‍⁠⁠ you contacting me‍​ about the strike?”​​‍

News‌⁠‌ traveled fast.

He⁠‍ had gone straight‌ to the point.‌‌

“That’s⁠ right.”

“I‌ was just thinking⁠‌ that I should​ take measures regarding‌⁠‌ it. If you​​‌ need help, please​​‍ do not hesitate‍‍​ to ask.”

His​ voice overflowed with‍​ confidence.

It​ was truly reassuring.⁠⁠

“I⁠‍ will need your⁠​‍ help. I’m going⁠​⁠ to convene an⁠‍ assembly. How do⁠⁠ you think it‍​​ will unfold?”

“An⁠ assembly…? I’ve participated‌​ in many of‌‍⁠ them. When someone‍ confronts a feudal⁠ lord in this⁠‍⁠ manner, it usually⁠‍⁠ ends up being‌​ related to power.”‍‌​

“Power…?”⁠‍

With‍‌‌ power, money would‍ come on its‍ own.

He⁠​ didn’t like the​ feeling of being‍‍ looked down upon.‌‌

“Then‍‌ simply give them‌​ power.”

“You​‌ may not like‍⁠ doing it, but​‍ there’s also a way to preserve‍ power by granting‍ it.”

“What​‍‌ do you mean?”​​

Stephan‌​‍ replied in a voice full of​​ confidence.

“Leave‌‍⁠ it to me.‍‍ I’ll turn them‌‌ into puppets you​ can torment for‍ a very long⁠ time.”

***‌

Hestia.‌

The​ place where the​‍​ Hestia Trading Company‌ was supposed to⁠‌ be established had​‌‌ been occupied and‌ renamed the Far​ Eastern Workers’ Union‍ (Provisional).

Its​⁠‌ leader was none‍ other than Supervisor​‍‌ Hanson.

He​ had managed to‌ persuade other supervisors​‌‌ and foremen to​⁠‌ create that temporary​⁠ union.

“Will⁠ they really listen‍ to our demands…?”⁠‍‍

One⁠‌⁠ of the foremen⁠ sitting on the​​ floor asked cautiously.‍

“No⁠​‍ matter how much​ I think about‌ it, I don’t​​‌ believe the people⁠​‌ above us will‍‍​ allow something like​​​ this…”

“Don’t​⁠ say things that​ will discourage everyone.”​‍

“When‌‍ you came here,‍ you wanted to‍ earn more money!‌ And now you’re⁠‍ saying that? If​ you’re going to​ back out, leave‍‌​ now!”

“No,⁠​‌ I’m just worried…”‍⁠

Faced‌​ with the complaints​ of the other‍‌ foremen, he had‍‌​ no choice but​‌⁠ to shrink back.‍​‌

Hanson‌ sat with his⁠‍‌ arms crossed and​‌ a serious expression​​ on his face.‍⁠‍

‘I’m​‌‌ scared to death​‍ too.’

Before‍ putting it into​‌ motion, he had⁠ been full of⁠‌ dreams and ambitions.⁠‍​

Now⁠‍⁠ he felt like​‍ a condemned man⁠​ waiting for his‌‌‍ execution.

But​ he couldn’t stop‌​ either.

He‍‌ was already riding​‍ the tiger.

He‍‍‌ had no other​ choice.

‘Still,⁠⁠ they won’t be‌ able to do‍‌ anything to me​ so easily.’

The⁠‌​ reason Hanson could‌ act so boldly​‍‍ was because he​​‍ had a reliable‌⁠ ally.

‘The​​‍ Armored Knight.’

The‌‌​ monstrous strength capable‌‌ of carrying eleven‍​ logs with his​​‍ bare hands!

The⁠⁠‍ power to kill‌⁠​ two monsters by‌‌⁠ himself!

Although‍ he inspired fear,⁠ he was the​​ most respected person​ in the entire‍ village.

The‍​‌ main reason Hanson‍‌ had dared to​‌​ do something so‌ reckless was that​ the Armored Knight‌⁠ had also agreed.⁠

The⁠‍‍ other supervisors and⁠ foremen trusted him⁠‌‌ as well.

In‍​⁠ practice, he was‌‍ the center holding​ the group together.​‌

And​ that center was⁠⁠​ sitting right beside‍‍ Hanson.

‘Yes,⁠ as long as‍‍ the Armored Knight​‌ is here.’

‘Nothing‌​‌ will happen.’

Even‍⁠ though they had⁠​ never exchanged a single word due‍ to the Vow‍⁠‌ of Silence, everyone⁠ believed he would⁠⁠​ help them if​ danger arose.

A short while later,​​ someone opened the‌​‌ door and entered.‌

Elegant‌ glasses.

An⁠‌⁠ intelligent gaze.

She⁠‍ wore a red⁠ uniform bearing Valdrova’s​⁠ emblem.

Her‌‍ appearance was professional‍​ and authoritative.

Everyone​ felt a chill⁠​ run down their‍ spine.

They⁠‍ wore headbands with‍⁠‍ the phrase.

“Life‍‌‌ or Death!”

“I’ve‌⁠ spoken with Lord​​​ Regent.”

Said⁠ Isabella.

“Prepare​‌⁠ your demands. An​ assembly will be‍‍ held in one⁠ week.”

“You​‍‌ mean we’ll be⁠​‍ able to speak​ directly with Lord​‍‍ Regent?”

“That’s⁠ right. He will​‌‌ listen to your​‍‌ concerns. I would⁠‍ appreciate it if⁠ you used this‍​ time to prepare.”​‍⁠

Everyone’s​‌ expressions reflected doubt.​

In‍‌ the Empire, they⁠​‍ would have vanished‌ without a trace.​

In‍​ other cities, the‌‌ guards would have‌ dispersed them by​ force.

But​ here, they were​‍⁠ being offered dialogue‍‌ instead of violence.⁠​

“And‍​⁠ since negotiations have‍ been accepted, I ask that you‌⁠ suspend the strike‍​ and return to​​⁠ your work.”

The‌‍ foremen began shifting⁠​⁠ uncomfortably.

“We​ can’t do that.”​⁠

The​ one who spoke⁠ was the union‌ leader, Hanson.

He‍ straightened his back⁠‌‌ and answered firmly.‌‌

“You⁠‌ haven’t offered us​​⁠ any conditions yet.⁠ How do you‌ expect us to‍⁠ return to work?”​⁠

The‌ others alternated their‌⁠ gaze between Hanson⁠ and Isabella with‌‍ uncomfortable expressions.

Isabella​ replied calmly.

“We‍​‌ cannot abandon the​‍​ construction projects when⁠‍ there are no‍⁠‌ replacements available. Wages‌ will be increased​ to one hundred⁠‍​ and fifty percent​⁠​ immediately, and…”

“The​ problem isn’t the​ wages. People died.​⁠​ What will you⁠ do if the‌‌‌ exact same thing‍⁠​ happens again?”

“Hey…”​⁠

The⁠‌‌ foremen watched the​‌‍ situation nervously.

Hanson​ was pushing things⁠⁠ too far.

When‌‍ he had listened‍ to that young⁠ mage’s words, she‍​‍ had told him​‍ the following.

“They’ll‍‌ ask you to‍‌ return to work.”‍

“And​ what do I do then?”

“Don’t‌‍‍ agree under any⁠​ circumstances. If you‍ go back to‌ work, they’ll think⁠ they can look​ down on you.‍⁠ They’ll say that‌ even after protesting,​ all it takes⁠‍ is money to‌‌‌ make you risk‍ your lives again.”‍

“Hmm…”⁠

“And​​ above all, the‌ power you can‌ obtain will diminish.”⁠​

Those​ words had lodged‌‌ themselves deeply in⁠ Hanson’s mind.

That​ was why he⁠ was acting exactly⁠ as she had⁠‍​ instructed.

It‌⁠​ also helped quite⁠ a bit that‍‌⁠ he no longer‌⁠ cared what happened.‌‍​

After​​‍ all, once all‌ the courage has‍‌‌ already drained out‍ of your body,‍ what difference does⁠‌​ a little more⁠⁠ make?

Isabella⁠​​ stared directly at‍​⁠ Hanson’s face.

The⁠‌‍ descendants of Lorga​‍ represented coldness.

But​ this coldness was⁠‌ different.

It‌​‌ seemed to pierce‍‍ straight into the‌‍‍ heart and freeze‍‍‌ everything.

Just‌‌ as Isabella was‌ about to speak,⁠ Hanson felt a hand on his​⁠‍ shoulder.

Startled,​⁠‌ he turned around.⁠

Behind‍​​ him stood the⁠ Armored Knight.

Hanson​​ placed a hand​ over his chest⁠​ to calm himself.⁠⁠​

“Huff…‌‍ What is it,‍‍⁠ Sir Knight?”

The‌ Armored Knight had⁠‍⁠ taken the Vow‍ of Silence.

So​‍ instead of speaking,‌ he simply shook⁠⁠​ his head.

Hanson‌ immediately understood.

“You​‍​ mean we should‍‍ return to work?”‍‌‌

Nod.‍‍​ Nod.

They‍‌⁠ hadn’t gotten what⁠⁠ they wanted.

But⁠ they couldn’t keep​ pushing either.

If‍‍​ the person holding⁠‌ the group together‌⁠ said so, they⁠⁠‍ had no alternative.⁠‍‌

“If⁠‌ Sir Knight says​ so, then all​ right. We’ll return⁠​‍ to work immediately.⁠‍​ But if the⁠ demons appear again⁠ and the situation⁠‌‍ becomes dangerous…”

“I‌​ will bear my​​‌ own responsibility.”

Isabella’s​ eyes turned icy.‌‌⁠

“And⁠‍ what responsibility will⁠​ you bear?”

“I…”‍​

Hanson‌⁠ could not answer.‌‍

The​⁠ phrase written on​‌ his headband, “Life‍ or Death!”, lost⁠ all meaning.

He​‍ was unable to⁠‍‌ commit himself to‌​⁠ anything.

Isabella‍⁠ let out a disappointed sigh.

“That’s‌‍​ enough. Let’s end‌‍ this discussion here‌⁠‌ and return.”

After⁠‌‍ saying that briefly⁠⁠ and clearly, she⁠⁠‌ left.

The​‍ foremen, who had‍‌ been holding their⁠⁠‌ breath, were finally​ able to relax.‍⁠

“Phew!”‍

“I‌​‍ nearly had a heart attack.”

“Thank‌‍ goodness everything worked⁠‌⁠ out. If this‌⁠⁠ had gone badly,‌ we never would​ have worked here‌‌‌ again…”

“Come⁠⁠‍ on, come on.​⁠ Let’s get back‍⁠ to work. Huff!‍ Sitting around like‍​ a scholar left⁠‍​ my whole body‍⁠⁠ aching.”

The⁠‍ foremen began leaving‌ one after another.‍⁠⁠

Then,​‌‌ a middle-aged man⁠ at the end‍ of the line⁠​⁠ looked both ways​ and quietly approached​ Hanson.

He‍⁠⁠ was a refugee​ who had arrived⁠‍ in Hestia and,​‌ through diligent work,​‍ had risen to‌ become a foreman.⁠‍

“Hanson,‍‌​ Supervisor. Don’t ever⁠‌​ do something like⁠​ this again.”

He‌⁠ warned him with‍⁠‌ a fierce look.‌⁠

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