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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 105: Life or Death

Chapter 105: Life or Death

“What‌ do you mean⁠⁠​ by that?”

“It‌ looked like it⁠ would cause panic‌​ if I told​​⁠ the others, so​ I kept it⁠​‍ to myself, but‍‌​ do you realize​ that what you⁠‍‍ did was practically‌‌​ suicide?”

Hanson‍​ replied arrogantly.

“What‍‍‍ danger was there?⁠‌​ After all, if⁠‌ the administration so​​⁠ much as touched‌‍ a hair on​⁠ my head, they​ would be the​ ones to suffer‌‌ the consequences…”

“What‍⁠‌ are you talking⁠‍‌ about? A moment‍ ago, you were‍ on the verge⁠​ of losing your‌​​ life.”

“Administrator⁠​⁠ Isabella didn’t do‍‍⁠ anything. How was‌ I going to⁠⁠ lose my life?”‍‌​

“Maybe‌⁠ someone like you‍​ wouldn’t understand, but​ I used to⁠ be a mercenary.⁠ I traveled all​ across the continent​‌ of Serdes taking⁠⁠​ any job that‍ paid. Once, I encountered some Dragon⁠ Spawn.”

Under⁠‌⁠ normal circumstances, it⁠​‍ would have sounded⁠ like nothing more‍​⁠ than bragging.

However,​​ the eyes of‍ that middle-aged foreman‌​​ carried a ferocity‌​ no liar could‍ fake.

“That​‌‌ day, we were‍‌ hunting an ogre.​ Since it was​ a valuable target,​‌ we had brought⁠ many mercenaries and⁠‌‌ prepared everything meticulously.‍​‍ It was quite‌‌‍ a difficult battle.⁠ Its regenerative ability​‌​ was more or‍‍​ less on the‌ same level as⁠‌‌ our preparations. Then​‌‌ an unexpected guest​ appeared. A Dragon‍ Spawn.”

The​‌‍ foreman swallowed.

“It⁠ seemed the ogre‍‍ was also his​⁠ target. In the‍ end, we wound​ up attacking it‍‌ together. Well, it‍​‍ can’t even be‌‍ called a joint‌ operation. The moment​‍‍ he appeared, he‍ immediately cut off‌ its head. While‍‌ we were fighting,​⁠‍ he had already​ finished the job.”‍‍

“And‍​ what does that⁠‌‍ have to do‌ with this?”

“Listen⁠​‌ to the end.‍‌ That’s only the‍ beginning. After killing⁠‍ the ogre, he​‌ cut off one‌ of its ears​​ and tossed it​‍ to our mercenary‍‍‍ captain.”

“The⁠ proof of subjugation?”‍

“That’s⁠​⁠ right. Since he⁠‍ had taken all‌‌‌ the credit, it‌‌ was a kind‍ of gesture of‌ goodwill.”

“Sounds‍​ like a situation⁠‌ that ended on‌‍ friendly terms. Why⁠‍ are you telling‍ me this?”

“We​ thought so too.⁠​ But it wasn’t.‌‌ Our captain had‌ once been a knight. And he‌ was also an‍‌ idiot. He got⁠⁠⁠ insolent with that​​‌ Dragon Spawn. Do‌‍​ you know what‍​‍ happened?”

With⁠​​ a stiff expression,​‌‌ he made a throat-cutting gesture.

“He⁠⁠‍ cut off his‍⁠‍ head.”

“……”⁠⁠

“Do‍ you think only⁠⁠​ he died? No.‍ After cutting off‌ his head, he‍‍ killed ten more​​‌ people before stopping‍‌ the massacre.”

“Why⁠‌‌ would he do​‍ something like that…?”‌​

“It’s‌‌ simple. Because he⁠​​ answered him disrespectfully.‍ To them, a young and weak‍⁠ creature trying to‍​​ preserve its pride​⁠ is something unforgivable.​​ Are you beginning‍ to understand what‌‌⁠ you did?”

The‌ foreman gestured with‍ his chin toward‌ a certain place.‌

It⁠ was where the‌​ Armored Knight had‌​​ been sitting.

“If‌ that important person‍⁠ hadn’t stopped her,​⁠⁠ not only would⁠⁠​ you have died.‌‍​ Several more people⁠⁠ here probably would⁠ have ended up​​‍ dead as well.”‌​

After​​‌ saying that, the‍‌ foreman slung his‍⁠​ tool over his‍⁠ shoulder and left.​⁠

Hanson‌⁠‍ could not follow‍⁠ him.

He‍‌ remained there, replaying‍‍ those words in​⁠⁠ his mind.

Thinking​ about how absurd​ his behavior had‌ been.

‘Even⁠⁠‌ so, I was​‍‍ right.’

After⁠ all, he hadn’t‍‍ died thanks to‌⁠​ the Armored Knight.​‍⁠

One‍⁠​ way or another,⁠ things were still⁠‍⁠ moving in the⁠ direction he wanted.⁠⁠

***‌‍⁠

Meanwhile,​‌ Isabella continued reflecting⁠‌ on that strange⁠⁠​ feeling.

‘For⁠ a moment, my⁠‌ instincts took control⁠ of me.’

The‍​‍ instincts of a Dragon Spawn converged‌⁠‍ on a single‌‍‌ thing honor.

The‌‌⁠ most noble beings​ beneath the heavens​⁠⁠ are father and‌⁠ mother.

Anyone‍​ who stains their⁠​ names must be⁠‍ punished as an‍ example.

And​⁠‍ anyone who kills​‌ their children must‍‌​ be pursued to‍‌‍ the ends of​​ hell and executed​ in the most‌​ painful manner possible.‌‌

That‍‍⁠ nature had taken⁠‍ control of her⁠‍ for a moment.‍‍‍

And⁠​‌ it was inevitable.‍

Even‌⁠ among humans, Dragon‌⁠ Spawn established categories.‍⁠

They​ gave respect to​‍​ those who deserved⁠​⁠ respect.

Everything‌‍‍ else was not​​⁠ much different from⁠⁠ dogs or livestock.‍‍

The​​ only advantage those​‌‌ beings possessed was⁠ their ability to‌ hold a rudimentary⁠ conversation.

Isabella,​ daughter of Lorga,‍‍ was no different.‍

She⁠ respected Perda because⁠⁠ he was Lady‌‍ Valdrova’s fiancé and,‌‍‌ in addition, a capable regent.

She‌⁠ respected William because‌⁠​ of his extraordinary​‌‌ martial skill and​ an even more​‍ impressive mental fortitude.​

But‌ Hanson?

He‌‌‌ was no different⁠ from any ordinary‌‍⁠ human.

In‍ other words, he‌⁠‌ was on the​‍ same level as​ a dog that⁠ could talk.

An⁠‍ insolent dog that,​‍ instead of wagging​ its tail when​‌ given a treat,‍​ tried to bite‍ its master’s hand.‍

She‍ had worked to‌‌⁠ find a peaceful⁠​ solution, obtained the⁠ necessary approval, and‌⁠ personally come here.⁠

And⁠⁠ yet, that man⁠ demanded more.

A dog that bites‌⁠ people must die.​⁠

That​⁠ thought had taken⁠‍⁠ hold of her.‍​‌

And‌‍ she had almost⁠‌​ killed Hanson.

Making⁠‍ an example of​​​ him would have‌ been enough.

‘Until​ that man stopped‍⁠ me.’

The‌ Armored Knight.

Tall.⁠

Broadly​‌ built.

Wearing‍​‍ armor that could‍ not be penetrated⁠ even with vision⁠‍​ magic.

At​ first glance, it‌ looked like a piece forged by⁠‍ the village blacksmiths,‍ but it was‌‌ obvious that it‍‌ had been made​‌ from first-rate materials.⁠

‘If​‍ that man hadn’t​‍ stopped me…’

Isabella‍⁠⁠ would have acted​‌‌ according to her‌ instincts.

Hanson’s​⁠ head would have​‌‍ ended up rolling‍⁠‌ across the ground.‌⁠⁠

Or,​ if he were‌​‍ lucky, he would‍⁠‍ have merely ended‍‌‌ up with a shattered body.

Either‌⁠‌ way, it would‍‌ not have been​ a good ending.‌

‘I‍⁠ thought he was‍​ clumsy and simple-minded,​‍ but his intuition‍​ is surprisingly sharp.’⁠

Isabella‌⁠ also began to‍​​ take an interest​‍ in him.

It‍ would be a waste to leave⁠⁠ someone like that​‍ as a mere‍​​ laborer.

***‍

The‌​⁠ Armored Knight, Valdrova,​‍‍ thought.

‘Why​⁠⁠ is everyone sitting‌‍​ here?’

It⁠ was before Isabella‍⁠⁠ entered.

The‌⁠‍ atmosphere was strange.⁠​

What‍⁠‌ she saw were​ people at the‍⁠​ foreman level.

They​ were crammed into‌ a narrow office,​ waiting for something.​‍⁠

‘I’m​​ sure Supervisor Hanson⁠ explained it…’

Before‌‌ all of this,‌ Hanson had said⁠ several things.

But⁠​⁠ he had talked​⁠ so much that‍ she failed to​ understand the main⁠⁠ point.

She​ only understood one​‍​ thing clearly.

“We​ desperately need Sir‌‌ Knight’s help.”

They​ desperately needed help.⁠⁠

So‌ even though she‍​‌ didn’t know what‌⁠​ was going on,​​ she decided to‌ help.

‘Because‍‍ it’s for the‍ sake of this⁠​‌ village!’

She‌⁠⁠ had assumed she‍‍ would have to​ use her strength​​​ for something.

But​‍ all she did‌⁠‌ was sit beside‌ Hanson.

No‍ matter how she​‍ looked at it,​ this did not‌‍ seem like a situation that required‍​‍ help.

‘How‍​⁠ boring.’

She​‍‍ felt as though​‌⁠ her muscles were​​‌ stiffening from not‌‌ moving.

She⁠⁠ wanted to stand​⁠​ up, but the‌‌‌ atmosphere kept her​ completely still.

‘I’ll‌‍ wait a little​ longer…’

And‌‌ so she spent⁠‌ hours sitting there.⁠

A short while later,⁠ someone entered.

‘A​​ daughter of Lorga.’​‌

At‍​ the same time,‌‌​ she remembered Ruri’s‍ warning.

“My‌​ Lady, under no⁠​ circumstances must anyone‌ discover that you’ve​ been working here​​ as a human‍⁠ subordinate. Especially that⁠ damned group of‍⁠ water lizards.”

Ruri’s⁠‍ expression had been‌​‌ fiercer than ever.‍‍‌

She‌⁠‌ didn’t dare ignore⁠‍⁠ it.

She‍‌⁠ became nervous for​‌​ no reason.

Thinking‌‌ that perhaps she⁠ would be discovered.⁠⁠

Meanwhile,‍ the conversation continued.⁠‍

When‍ Isabella was finishing⁠‍ speaking, Valdrova finally‍ managed to catch​⁠ her words.

“End​​ the strike and⁠‍ return to your‌‍​ work.”

Work.​⁠⁠

In​‍ other words, go​‍​ back to working.‌

Only⁠ then did Valdrova‍​⁠ understand.

‘So‍‍⁠ that’s what it‍‌ was!’

The​‍ reason everyone had​ been waiting was‌‍​ because that daughter‍ of Lorga had​‌⁠ told them not‍⁠‌ to work.

That‍ was why they​‌ had gathered there.‍

‘So⁠⁠⁠ they were so​ angry because they‌​ were being prevented‌​​ from working.’

Even​​‌ Valdrova would have‌ been angry.

She⁠‌‌ felt pleased with⁠‍ herself for discovering‌ she had something‍⁠ in common with​ the workers.

‘Now⁠ we can go‍‍ back to work.’‍​‌

But‍ then—

“We⁠ can’t do that.”‌

Hanson‌‌ refused.

‘Why!?’‍

The​‌⁠ one who had⁠‍ told them not‌⁠‌ to work seemed‌‌​ to be the⁠ daughter of Lorga.⁠

Then⁠ why was he​‌⁠ refusing now that⁠​‌ they were being‌‌ allowed to do⁠ so?

Valdrova‍ could not understand.⁠‍‍

‘Why‌ don’t they want​‍ to work when‍‌‌ working earns money?’⁠

If​​ you work, you‌​ earn money.

If‍‌‍ you have money,‍​‌ you can eat‌⁠ delicious things.

And⁠ on top of⁠ that, they were‍ being offered even​‌‌ more money.

She⁠ couldn’t understand why‌​ anyone would refuse‌ that.

Especially‍‍‌ because—

‘I​​ want to work.’⁠

Valdrova​ wanted to see​ another building completed​ as soon as‌ possible.

In⁠‌⁠ the end, she⁠ had no choice​​ but to move‌ and give Hanson‌‌ a few light‍‍⁠ taps on the​⁠ shoulder.

Fortunately,‌​‍ she managed to​‍‍ get the idea‌‍​ across.

Hanson‌ did not continue​‍‍ arguing.

The‌‍ foremen headed out​‌‍ once again to​ return to work.‌

Valdrova‍ looked up at‍‍⁠ the sky.

The‍‌ sun had already‌​ tilted noticeably toward‍ the west.

‘I⁠‍ have to finish⁠‌ today’s quota as‌ soon as possible.’​

It‌​⁠ was not as​‌ though anyone was‍ chasing her.

She​‌ simply liked working.‍

That⁠ was why she‍​‌ preferred Mondays to⁠ Sundays, when everyone​ rested.

‘Time‌ to get back‍ to work.’

Valdrova.​

The⁠​‌ Red Dragon.

Today⁠ as well, she‌‌​ happily headed to⁠​ the construction site.⁠

***​

The​ day of the‍ assembly.

The‍⁠ building that was​ intended to become⁠ the Hestia branch‌‍ of the Pascal⁠​‍ Trading Company was​ being used as‍ a meeting hall.‍

The‌​‌ reason was extremely‌ simple.

Perda​​‌ did not want​​ to allow those​​⁠ insolent people into‍ his home.

Ruri​‌ agreed as well.⁠​

And​⁠‍ Isabella finally gave⁠ in.

Though‌ Isabella explained the​ reason differently.

She‌‍⁠ presented it as‍‌ a demonstration of‍‍‍ confidence in Hestia’s‍​ construction projects and​ an opportunity to⁠ observe the village’s‍‌⁠ actual situation.

Since‍‌ Perda already had‌⁠​ a good reputation,⁠​‌ it was not⁠​‌ difficult for people​‍‌ to believe that‍⁠ he was concerned‌‌​ about the citizens.​‍

His‍ public image continued‍‍⁠ to grow stronger.⁠‌

After‍‍​ finishing his morning‌⁠⁠ preparations, Perda headed⁠‌‌ to the meeting‍‌ place.

The‍‍ moment he entered,​​‌ everyone present stood‍‍ up and showed‍‌ him respect.

“We​ will now begin⁠ the assembly.”

As⁠ soon as Perda⁠⁠ took his seat,​ Isabella assumed the​‌ role of moderator‌ and opened the‍⁠⁠ session.

While⁠ she went through‍‍ the necessary formalities,‍‌⁠ Perda observed the⁠​⁠ faces of those⁠⁠ present.

There‍⁠ were already many⁠ people seated in‍‍ front of him.⁠

All⁠‍ of them wore‍⁠ headbands bearing the⁠ slogan.

“Life‍​ or Death.”

‘What‍‍ if I just​ killed them all?’‌⁠‍

They​​ were practically begging​⁠ to be killed.⁠⁠

Wouldn’t​‍ it be a courtesy to grant⁠⁠ their wish?

Or‌‍‍ at the very‌ least, make them​‌‍ suffer until they‌ wished for death.⁠​‌

Having‌‌‌ to limit himself⁠⁠‍ to talking instead‌ of doing either​ of those things‌​ was unbearable.

Still,‌ he had expected⁠ that much.

What‍ he had not⁠ expected was to⁠ see a certain​​⁠ person.

A face that was⁠​ far too familiar.‍‌⁠

No.⁠‌

More‍ accurately, a helmet​‍ that was far​⁠ too familiar.

‘The⁠‍⁠ Armored Knight.’

His​‍⁠ feelings toward him​ were complicated.

He‌​ was the man⁠ who had rejected​​​ the knighthood that‌⁠ Perda himself had⁠‍ offered.

It​‍ would be a lie to say⁠ it did not​ bother him.

After⁠ that entire conversation,⁠ he had rejected‍​ his goodwill.

‘No.⁠ I can understand‌​ him rejecting it.’‌‌

But​ for the reason‌‌​ to be participating‌ in something like⁠⁠‌ this and muddying​​ the waters—

‘Don’t​ tell me…’

Perda‍​ considered a possibility.‍⁠⁠

‘What​ if that guy‍​ is the real‍ instigator behind all‍‌ of this?’

It‌‍‍ was possible.

What​ if he was‌‍‍ not merely aiming‌⁠ for the title⁠‌​ of knight, but​⁠‍ also sought to⁠‌ become a noble‍‌⁠ with his own‍‍ territory?

The‌‌ Empire was full‍​⁠ of people like‍‍ that.

What​​‌ if he was‌⁠​ carrying out some‍ grand scheme for​⁠ social advancement?

‘Besides,‌ he takes no‍‌ risk himself.’

He​ could use Hanson⁠‌‌ as a decorative‌​⁠ figurehead and quietly‍​‍ withdraw if things⁠⁠‌ went wrong.

‘Pathetic.’‍‌​

The‌‌⁠ feeling of betrayal‍ transformed into contempt.‌

He‌ had thought the‌‌‌ man was someone​⁠ noble.

But‌ it turned out‌‌​ he was nothing⁠ more than a vulgar opportunist.

‘One​ day, I’ll rip​‍ your mouth off.’⁠‍

Perda⁠⁠ looked at the⁠​ Armored Knight with⁠‍ a gaze filled⁠‍‍ with hatred.

Valdrova,​‍‌ inside the armor,‍⁠​ noticed that gaze.‍

‘Perda‍‌ is looking at​⁠⁠ me…’

There‍⁠‌ was not a trace of kindness‍⁠​ in those eyes.‌⁠

And‍‍ yet, she did‍‍ not dislike them.​‌‍

She‌ forcibly suppressed the‍ rapid beating of⁠ her heart.

Once​⁠ the meeting had​ officially begun, the‍‌‍ first to speak‌‍ was Hanson, the‌⁠ representative of the⁠⁠ workers.

“We‌ wish to express‍⁠​ our sincerest gratitude‍‌ to Lord Regent​‌⁠ and the administrator‍⁠‌ for listening to⁠⁠ the voices of‍ the people.”

Hanson⁠⁠‌ read from the⁠‍‌ speech he had​ prepared.

“Last‍⁠ autumn, we came‌ to these lands‌ to help build‌‌ the village of‌⁠‌ Hestia as simple​⁠ laborers.”

The​‌ opening was, at‍ the very least,‌ a reasonably inspiring​‍ story.

“However,‌ the recent unfortunate‍‌‍ events left thirty‌‌‍ casualties, plunging the‍​ village into great⁠ confusion.”

There⁠​ had been some‌ confusion.

But‌‌ not nearly enough⁠‍⁠ to justify such‌‍ an exaggeration.

Perda‍⁠‍ did not know⁠‌ whether Hanson was​ unaware of that​⁠ fact or simply​ shameless enough to‍‌‌ pretend otherwise.

“With​⁠ all due respect,⁠‌ we beg our​‌​ wise ruler to‌​ hear the pleas⁠​​ of the common‌‍‌ people. First, we​​​ request a wage‍ increase for construction‍‌‍ workers. Second, we​‍‌ request the establishment⁠​ of a construction⁠‍ guild.”

They‍⁠⁠ appeared to be​‍‍ two demands.

But​ in reality, there⁠‍ were three.

Money.‌‌

A shelter.

‘And​⁠‍ power.’

Where⁠⁠ people gather, power⁠⁠ emerges.

Guilds‍‍‍ and associations are‌⁠‍ institutions of power‌⁠​ created under the‌ pretext of representing⁠‍⁠ the voice of‌‍‍ the people.

‘It’s​ obvious someone wrote⁠‌​ this for him.’​

Judging‍‍ by the vocabulary‍​‌ and the way‌⁠‌ he was reading‌⁠ it, it was⁠ impossible to believe‍ Hanson had written​‍‌ it himself.

‘Did​‍‌ that guy write‍⁠‌ it?’

If‌ he could write‍‌‌ something like this,⁠‍ Perda’s theory about‌‍​ the mastermind behind‍‍ everything gained credibility.‍‍

‘In‍ any case, everything‍​ is unfolding exactly⁠​‌ as expected.’

More⁠​​ precisely, exactly as​ Stephan had predicted.‍‍​

As‌​ someone who had⁠‌ managed major companies‍ under his father’s‌ guidance, he immediately‍​ understood the situation.⁠‍

“And‍​ if…”

Perda​‍‍ asked,

“What​ would you do​ if I simply‍ ignored all those⁠‍‌ requests?”

Hanson‍⁠ stiffened upon hearing‌‍ the question.

Though​‍⁠ Perda was young,‍‌​ his eyes carried‍ a pressure that​​⁠ did not suit‌‍‌ his age.

Because​‍ of that, Hanson‌‌ discreetly signaled to‍ Valdrova.

‘My‌​ turn.’

Then‌‍​ she slowly moved​‍​ and placed her‌ hand on the‌​​ paper and pen.⁠​

What‍‍‌ she needed to‌ write was the‍​ slogan everyone wore‍​⁠ on their foreheads.⁠‍​

‘It‍⁠‍ was “Life or‌ Death”… right?’

Valdrova​ became nervous.

All​‌⁠ eyes were on‌​⁠ her.

She‌‍⁠ thought there would​​ be no problem.‌

She‌‍ only had to⁠ write a few​ words.

But‌​​ then—

‘…How‌ was it spelled?’‍‍

She‌‍⁠ forgot.

Or​‍⁠ rather, she had‌​​ never really known.‌

Reading‌ was one thing.‌‌

She⁠​⁠ could recognize letters.​‌⁠

But‍‌‌ writing was completely⁠‍ different.

It‍‍‌ was as if⁠ she could receive⁠⁠ information but not​‌‍ produce it.

And​ that was only‌ natural.

In‌​ her entire life,‍‍‌ she had written‍‍​ only a handful​​ of times.

She‍ had never practiced.​‌​

Nor​‌‌ did she properly‍‍ remember spelling.

‘Life‍​ or Death. Life⁠ or Death.’

She​ repeated the phrase​‌ over and over‌‌ in her head​‌​ while trying to​‍​ reproduce it.

And​​ what she ended‍‌‍ up writing was.‍‍⁠

“Life⁠⁠‍ or Deat.”

“……?”⁠⁠

“……?”⁠‌

Crude-looking‌ handwriting.

And​‌‌ on top of⁠​‍ that, misspelled.

Both​‍​ Perda and Hanson‌ broke out in⁠​​ a cold sweat‌​‌ when they saw‍‌‍ it.

Looking⁠‌ at those words,‍ Perda reached a conclusion.

‘So‌ he wasn’t some‍⁠‍ master strategist after⁠ all.’

His‌ contempt instantly turned‍‍​ into pity.

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