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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 108: Karma

Chapter 108: Karma

The‍ strike had ended.‌​⁠

The⁠​⁠ conflicts had also​ been resolved.

The⁠⁠‍ incidents that had​ occurred in Hestia‍‍⁠ Village could, for‌⁠ the time being,⁠ be considered completely​⁠‌ under control.

Of‌⁠ course, for the‌​‌ people of Hestia,‍​⁠ the problems had‍⁠ been resolved.

But‍​​ for Perda, much‌⁠ more serious matters‍ still remained.

‘The​⁠‌ return of the‌‌ demons.’

In‍ the end, the⁠ prediction of Bernard⁠ Wayne, the rector‍⁠ of Escolea, had‍​ been correct.

It‌ had been confirmed​ that Curved Demon,‌ one of the⁠‍​ former members of​​⁠ the Seven Evil‌⁠‍ Stars, was still‌ alive.

‘And‌ he’s strong.’

The‍ amount of magical​ power he displayed⁠⁠ was not particularly⁠ large.

But‌‍‍ its depth was‍ different.

The‍​‍ ability to open​⁠‌ a subspace with‍‌⁠ a simple movement‌‍​ of a finger.‍

The‍‌ power to distort⁠ and destroy a designated location with⁠​‌ a mere snap.⁠

All​ of that exceeded‍‍ Perda’s capabilities.

‘If​‍⁠ I were to​​‍ face him again,​ could I win?’⁠

The‍‍ cards Perda possessed.⁠⁠

And​‍⁠ the data he‌⁠ had obtained from⁠⁠ observing Curved Demon.‌‍‍

He‍​​ replayed that battle⁠⁠ hundreds of times​‌ within his mind.‌⁠⁠

‘The‌​⁠ chances of victory​⁠‌ barely reach the⁠​ decimal places.’

And⁠⁠‍ even that favorable​‌⁠ prediction assumed the‌ appearance of an‍‍ unexpected miracle.

Moreover,⁠‍ the Curved Demon​​‍ in his simulations​ was limited only‌​​ to the abilities‍ he had managed‌ to identify.

If‌​‍ they fought seriously‍​⁠ and he revealed⁠ hidden cards, Perda‍​‍ would have no⁠ way to respond.⁠

In⁠‌ other words.

Perda’s‌⁠‍ probability of victory⁠ was practically approaching⁠ zero.

‘I​ need to become‍​‌ stronger.’

He⁠ needed to reach​‍ a higher level.​‍‌

A power capable of⁠‍ crushing him.

‘But‌‍‌ is that even‍ possible right now?’‍‍

He​​‍ had obtained a territory.

And‍‍‌ he had to‍ coordinate everything that​⁠​ existed under the⁠​‍ Grand Duchy.

If⁠ the workload was⁠ already abundant, it‍​‍ would only increase.‌

And‍ the busier he‌ became, the more‍​⁠ he would neglect⁠​ both his magical⁠ training and his‍ responsibilities.

‘Perhaps​‌ I should train​​​ even harder precisely‍‍‌ now?’

But‌⁠ if things were⁠ that simple, life​ would be much‍ more comfortable.

The⁠ Red Circle moves​⁠ according to emotional‌​ fluctuations.

They​ say that love​‌​ and hatred are‌⁠⁠ separated by a single sheet of‍ paper.

That​​⁠ is why the⁠​ term love-hate exists.⁠‍⁠

If​‌ he fell into‍​ the wrong emotions,⁠‌ he would end‌⁠ up walking once​ again down the‍‌ path of hatred⁠‌​ that he knew‍‌ so well.

Only​ through restraint and‌ determination could he‌⁠ achieve proper growth.‌‍‌

‘But‍​ even then, how​ much stronger could​‍ I become?’

He‍​⁠ had a lamp.​​⁠

But​‌ it was absurdly‍⁠​ insufficient to dispel‌⁠‌ all the fog.‌

Perda​ did not know​⁠​ what lay at⁠‍ the end of‍‌⁠ the path he​⁠ was walking.

‘If⁠ I could use‌⁠​ that power again…’‍‍‍

The⁠‍‍ Red Circle driven​⁠⁠ by rage.

It⁠​⁠ was a path​‌⁠ he knew.

And⁠‍ he also knew‌⁠‌ how to walk‌​ it.

Perhaps​ with that power​ he could easily‌‌⁠ defeat someone like​‍ Curved Demon.

Perhaps.‌

Then​⁠‍ he shook his‍ head as if‌ he had just‌‌ awakened.

‘…I’m​‍‌ truly desperate.’

He⁠ never imagined he⁠‍ would end up​ considering such a foolish idea.

That‍‍​ power must never‍‍ exist again under⁠ any circumstances.

After​‌⁠ all, it had⁠‍​ been the emotion‌​‌ that ultimately killed‍​​ Valdrova.

He‍ must never believe‌‍⁠ he could control⁠⁠‌ it.

Perda⁠ had lived deceived‍⁠ for ten years‍​ precisely because he​⁠ thought that.

As‍​ if fleeing from‍⁠‍ those thoughts, he‌ moved on to‌ the next topic.‌‌

‘Then​ I need tools…’⁠​

A staff imbued with‍‍ mana.

Scrolls‍​ covered in magic⁠ circles.

Or⁠‍ even products created‌ through magitech.

All‍‌​ of them could‍‌‍ become his weapons.‌

‘What⁠‌‌ I used in⁠‌⁠ the past…’

It⁠‍‌ was the staff​‍ known as the‍​⁠ Sixth Element.

The‌‌⁠ ultimate weapon obtained‍​⁠ after an entire⁠ week of combat‌‌‌ inside the Tomb⁠​ of the Immortal​⁠ King.

‘That​⁠ cannot be used.’‍‌

It‍‍ was a relic⁠ of the Immortal⁠⁠⁠ King.

A public enemy of‍⁠ the continent during‍‍‌ the era before‍⁠ the Dragon-Demon War.⁠‌‍

At‍‌ that time, Perda⁠ was alone.

He⁠ was practically a criminal.

Whether​‍ he used it​​‍ or not did‌‌​ not matter.

The⁠‌ only thing at⁠⁠ stake was his‌‌ own reputation.

Now‌ it would be‌ different.

He‍‌ could put Valdrova‍ in danger.

‘But‌ there is something‍‍ comparable.’

The‌​ branch struck by‌ the Heaven-Defying Lightning.‌‌⁠

The​‍ reward he had⁠ received for his‍​ achievements during the​⁠‍ monster crisis in‍‌​ Hallim.

Until‍‍⁠ now, he had‍‌ simply stored it‌⁠‍ away without showing​‌​ it to anyone.​

If​‍⁠ he made a staff from it,‌‍⁠ he could wield‍‌ the immense pure​ power of the‌ Heaven-Defying Lightning.

‘But‍ making it won’t⁠‌‍ be easy either.’​‌‍

The‍‌⁠ more powerful and‌​ efficient a spell‍​‌ is, the greater⁠ its difficulty.

Perhaps​ a hundred years⁠​​ ago it would‍⁠ have been possible.‍

But‌​ in the current⁠‌ era, there were‌‍ no enchanters or​ blacksmiths capable of⁠​ enduring such power.‍⁠‍

Even​​​ the dwarves of‌​‌ the southwest would‍‌ reject anything connected‌‌ to a witch.⁠​

And‌​⁠ if he went‍‌ to the elves,​​ they would probably‍‍⁠ feel insulted.

‘I’ll⁠​ have to persuade⁠‌​ the dwarves.’

Perhaps,​ if he insisted​⁠ enough, they would​‍ eventually agree.

It⁠‌‌ was then that⁠‍​ a visitor arrived.⁠​‌

Knock.‌⁠

Knock.​‌‍

Slow‍ and hesitant knocks.⁠‌

Just‍ hearing them conveyed⁠⁠​ a lack of‍‌‌ confidence.

The‍‍ door opened carefully.⁠‌‌

“Lord‍ Perda? Are you‍‌ busy?”

The​ terrifying head of‌ a dragon appeared.​​

It⁠ was Valdrova.

“No.‍ I’m free. Do‌ you need more​​⁠ mana?”

“Yes.‍⁠‌ A little today‌‍ as well…”

“Understood.”‌

They‍​ were already so‌‌ accustomed to it‌‍ that they no⁠ longer needed lengthy​⁠‌ conversations.

She​ was wearing the​ Dragon Knight armor,⁠​ which easily exceeded⁠ two meters in​‌‌ height.

The​⁠‍ only exposed part​‌‍ was her right‌⁠ hand.

Perda⁠ placed his own​‌​ hand over it⁠⁠‌ and let his‌ mana flow.

‘It’s‌ still warm.’

The‌ mana that entered​⁠ her chest soothed⁠ all anxiety.

She‍‍‌ had felt it⁠‍​ countless times.

And‍⁠⁠ yet she wanted⁠‍‌ to feel it⁠ again and again.​⁠⁠

That⁠ sensation calmed her‍⁠‌ deeply.

So⁠ much so that‌‍⁠ she even forgot⁠ why she had⁠​ come.

‘That’s‌ not why I came here!’

She‍⁠‌ had gathered the‌‍ courage to come⁠⁠‌ because she had​ made a major⁠​‌ decision.

‘I​​‌ want to try⁠‍​ leading the conversation⁠ myself today.’

After⁠‍​ all, that was​ precisely why she⁠​‌ kept doing this.‌‌

And⁠‌⁠ there was something​ she truly wanted‍ to know.

‘What​ does Lord Perda‍ think of the​ Armored Knight?’

Her⁠‍ heart pounded violently.‌​

Thinking​​ about it, that‍​ question was not⁠ so different from​⁠‍ asking what he‌⁠ thought of her.‌

‘I’m​ going to ask.’​‍‌

Valdrova‍‍⁠ suppressed the violent​ beating of her⁠ heart as best‌​⁠ she could and‌‍ opened her mouth​‌​ with difficulty.

“L-Lord​⁠​ Perda!”

“Yes?”‍‍⁠

“Um…‌‌ Ruri told me⁠⁠​ something a little‍ while agooo…”

The‍​‍ words stumbled out​ awkwardly.

Because​‍⁠ of the voice​⁠​ modulator, it sounded‍ to Perda like​⁠ a melancholy echo.⁠

He‌‌⁠ responded calmly.

“What⁠​ exactly about?”

“W-Well…​⁠‍ t-that the Armored‍‍ Knight did something‌⁠⁠ amaaaazing…”

She‍‌ ended up biting‌‌ her tongue.

Her⁠‍⁠ momentum vanished instantly.​‌‌

“I…​‍ I heard about‍⁠ it…”

“Ah.⁠⁠ You mean that​‌‍ person?”

Perda⁠ seemed surprised.

He⁠ did not understand‍ why she was⁠​ suddenly interested in‌ such a topic.‌‌

Valdrova​ desperately held back‍ the truth that⁠ was trying to⁠‍ escape from her‌ mouth.

“Ruri‍​​ said that… he’s‌‍​ someone who cares⁠ very deeply about​⁠​ the village.”

“That’s‌‍ true.”

That​⁠​ was true.

And​⁠​ hearing it, Valdrova’s‍‌‌ anxiety turned into‌‌⁠ excitement.

“Really?”‌‍

“Yes.⁠​​ At the beginning,​ when we had⁠⁠ not yet received‌‌ support from Hallim,‌ his strength played‌​⁠ an enormous role.‍ Thanks to him,‍⁠⁠ we were able‌‌‌ to put up‍ many buildings much‍​⁠ more quickly.”

“I-Is⁠ that so?”

So‍‌ he thinks I was helpful.

A sense of pride‌ involuntarily arose within​⁠ her.

“At‌ first I was⁠ worried he might‍⁠ be some rebellious⁠ element with traitorous⁠ tendencies, but…”

“But?”‍

“It‌‌‍ turned out I was mistaken.”

A voice that had‍‌⁠ found a small​ hope.

“Does⁠‍⁠ that mean he’s⁠‍​ a good person?”​⁠

“Yes.‍⁠ He’s a good⁠ person.”

Valdrova‌⁠​ felt as though​⁠​ she could spread⁠​⁠ her wings and​ fly away at⁠​ any moment.

“But⁠ he has quite‍ a few problems​​ in many respects.”⁠‍

“…Huh?”​⁠

That​‍ happiness did not​​ last long.

The‍ higher you climb,‌‍ the harder the‍⁠ fall.

“I‍ think he’s a rather foolish person.”​‍

“F-Foolish?”‍

“For⁠ heaven’s sake. He⁠⁠ wears a knight’s‍ armor and maintains‍‍​ a Vow of‍‍ Silence. More than‌ anyone else, he‌​ should rely on​‌⁠ writing, but his‌‍ handwriting is terrible‌‍⁠ and he doesn’t​​​ even know how​ to spell properly.”⁠

“……”​‍

“Someone⁠‌‍ like that, if⁠ he crosses paths​​ with the wrong⁠ people, will end⁠‍⁠ up ruining his⁠​ life. Frankly, I’m‍‍ a little worried⁠‍⁠ about him.”

“……”​⁠​

Perda​ discreetly glanced at⁠ her hand.

“Are‌‍⁠ you alright?”

“M-Me?”‌

“Your‍ hand is completely⁠​ red.”

That​‌‍ hand, which looked​ like white jade,‌⁠ had turned red​ as a carrot.‍⁠

Valdrova⁠‌⁠ noticed it as​‍ well and hurriedly‌ pulled it back.‍​⁠

“I-It’s‍‌ nothing…”

“It⁠⁠ looks like some‍⁠ kind of rejection‍ reaction. Perhaps I should examine it‌ more closely…”

“I-Really!⁠ It’s nothing important,​‌​ so you don’t⁠ need to worry!”⁠⁠

Valdrova​​ jumped to her‌⁠ feet.

Perda‍​ was startled by⁠ the sudden reaction.⁠​

“I​‌‌ think I’ll leave⁠⁠ a little early⁠​⁠ today.”

“Is​​‌ it already enough?⁠⁠ It seems to‍⁠ me that I’ve‍ given you less‍ mana than usual.”⁠‍

“Yes.‌ It’s just that⁠‌ I need a little energy for⁠ something else.”

Having‌⁠‌ said that, she⁠‌⁠ practically fled.

Watching​‍‌ her leave, Perda‍​ realized that he​ had made a mistake.

‘Speaking​ badly about someone​​‍ is definitely not‌‌‍ a good idea.’⁠⁠

He​⁠‍ had tried to​‌​ soften his words‍ quite a bit.‌

But​ apparently it had‌ not been enough.⁠​

She⁠​ had brought up​ the topic with⁠‍ effort in order‍​⁠ to talk to‌​​ him.

And‍‌‌ he ended up​ making her uncomfortable.⁠

‘Next⁠ time I should‌ avoid it.’

With​​‍ that thought, Perda⁠⁠​ decided to leave‍​⁠ it for another⁠ occasion.

***​⁠

Valdrova​‍​ returned directly to​⁠⁠ her lair.

She⁠⁠​ stepped out of‍‍⁠ the armor and‍ collapsed onto the⁠‌​ floor.

Unlike​​​ usual, she hugged​​ her legs.

“Uuu…”‌

A small whimper escaped​ her.

Her⁠​‍ body trembled slightly.​

“My‌ Lady, it’s Ruri.⁠ I’m coming in.”​​

Ruri‌​​ entered the room.‌

The⁠⁠ first thing she⁠ saw was Valdrova⁠​ transformed into a genuine human cocoon.⁠‍

“…What‍ are you doing?”​

“Ruriii…”​‌‍

Valdrova​⁠‌ lifted her head‌ when she heard‌​‌ her name.

Her⁠‌‍ face was as‌‌ red as her‌‍ hair.

“……”‍​

Ruri​​⁠ knew perfectly well​‌ what was happening.‍

After‌​​ all, she had​‌ listened to the⁠​​ entire conversation.

With‌⁠‌ tears gathering in‌‍​ her eyes, Valdrova​‌ buried her face‍⁠ against the chest⁠​‍ of her small⁠​ servant.

“Tell​‌⁠ me.”

“Lord‍ Perda… Lord Perda​ says I’m foolish…”‌‌⁠

“……”​‌

“Couldn’t⁠ you at least‌‌ deny it?”

She⁠‍‍ looked at her‍⁠ with teary eyes.​‍

But‌ Ruri did not‌‍‌ react at all.⁠⁠⁠

“Didn’t⁠​‍ I always tell⁠ you to study‌‌ a little more?”​

“I‌‍ did study… I did study, buuut…”‍⁠

“And​ besides, it’s something‍ you’ve heard countless​ times. Is it‍⁠ really worth reacting​‌ like this?”

“Of‍⁠‍ course Lorga told‍⁠ me too. And‌ lots of other‍⁠ people as well…”‍‍

Valdrova‌ hugged her legs‌ even tighter as​​‍ she complained in‍‌ a sad voice.‍

“But‍ it hurts more‍‌ when Lord Perda‍ says it.”

“He‍ didn’t even say‍​​ it directly to‍⁠ you.”

“That’s‌​ why it hurts⁠‍⁠ even more! He’s⁠⁠‌ always kind to‌ me, but deep⁠⁠ down he must‍​ think I’m unbelievably‌​ foolish.”

“……”​‍​

“Please‌⁠ contradict him. I’m‌‌‍ really going to‌⁠ cry.”

Ruri’s‍⁠ lack of response‌⁠‍ only made Valdrova⁠‍ feel even more‍ miserable.

“You‌ have nothing to‍⁠‍ worry about. If⁠‍ you make an‍ effort, My Lady,​⁠ I’m sure he‌‌‌ will recognize those‍⁠‌ qualities as well.”⁠‌⁠

“Really?”‌

“That’s⁠⁠ why…”

Ruri⁠‌ held out two‌⁠ books to her.​

[Easy⁠⁠ Spelling for Children]‍​

[How‍‌ to Become an⁠​⁠ Elegant Lady for‌ Children: Let’s Learn‍ to Write Beautifully!]⁠‌​

Valdrova⁠ alternated her gaze​⁠‌ between Ruri and⁠​‌ the two books.​⁠

Finally,‌⁠ she spoke with‌ difficulty.

“…Yes.”‌‌

It⁠‍‍ is never too‍⁠ late to learn.⁠

***‌‍

That​ night, Perda dreamed.⁠⁠

Valdrova⁠ was there.

But‍ they were not‍​ in the castle.​‌

It‍⁠‍ was a small‍⁠ house.

A humble home, similar‍​ to the ones​​‍ Perda had lived​ in after he​​ was expelled from‍‌ the castle and⁠‍ lost all his‍ money.

‘It’s‍‌ a dream.’

It‌‌ did not seem​‍​ to be a nightmare.

So‌⁠​ he decided to‍ simply remain seated​ until he woke‌ up.

“You’re‌‍ awake already?”

A gentle voice caressed‌ his ears.

Perda⁠‍‌ had heard that‌⁠‍ voice only once.‍

He‍ raised his head⁠‌​ with suspicion.

Long‍​‍ red hair.

Golden‍⁠ eyes.

She‌⁠ had no horns⁠⁠ and no slit‍ pupils.

She⁠⁠ wore simple clothing.​‍‌

But‍‍ Perda knew perfectly⁠​ well who she‍‍‍ was.

‘There’s‍‌ no doubt.’

It⁠ was Valdrova.

“What’s​​ wrong? You don’t​ look well.”

Her​⁠‌ hand gently caressed‍ Perda’s cheek.

A warm and comforting​‍ sensation enveloped him⁠ completely.

As⁠ if he had⁠‍ returned home.

When‌ she saw Perda’s​⁠ expression relax, Valdrova‍​‍ smiled sweetly.

Perhaps​⁠ because she was⁠​​ holding his hand.⁠⁠

The⁠⁠‌ sensation felt so‌​ real that he‌‌ even found himself‌ thinking he would⁠⁠‌ not mind being‍ trapped in that‍‍ dream forever.

“Shall⁠‌ we do that?”​

“That…?”​​​

Perda‍​‍ reacted without understanding.⁠

Valdrova‌⁠‍ looked at him​ with an amused‍‌ smile.

Then‍ she leaned toward‌‍⁠ him.

“What‍ you do best.”‌​‍

Her‌‌⁠ soft hand took⁠​ Perda’s.

He‌‌⁠ could not resist.‍‍‍

He‌‍ was simply dragged‍⁠‍ along.

She‌​‍ guided his hand⁠ to her neck.​​‍

Perda‍⁠ was strangling her.‌‍

“Come‌‍ on. Kill me.”​‌

Perda​ flinched and tried‍ to pull his​‍ hand away.

But​‍ he could not⁠ move it.

His‌​‌ hand remained firmly‍​⁠ fixed in place.⁠‍​

And​‍‍ the more he⁠ struggled, the more‌‌‍ force it exerted.​‍

Blood​‌​ began to flow‌‍⁠ from those golden‍⁠​ eyes.

Valdrova’s⁠⁠‍ figure began to⁠⁠‌ melt and distort.‍‍‍

— Why?

A heartrending scream came⁠ from her mouth.‍

— Why did you‌⁠‍ kill me?

Countless⁠​ voices swam through‌‌‌ Perda’s mind.

This‌ was karma.

The​​‍ karma of all‍ the acts he‍ had committed.

A karma impossible to‍​​ avoid even if‌‍⁠ he returned to‌⁠‌ the past.

They⁠​‌ say that karma‌‍ always comes back‍‌‍ to strangle you.‍​

But⁠⁠ Perda’s karma did‌‍⁠ the exact opposite.⁠‌‌

It⁠ forced him to​‌‌ strangle.

To⁠​‍ strangle the neck​‌ of the person⁠ he should love​‌ most.

Because⁠ karma knew perfectly​‌ well what Perda’s​‍‌ greatest pain was.‍

— Why? Why? Why?‌‌‌

— I didn’t do⁠‍ anything…

— Give me back‍ my father!

The​‌​ chaotic voices grew⁠​‍ louder and louder.‍

The​​​ pressure on that‌ delicate neck increased.⁠‌

And⁠⁠⁠ at the end⁠‌⁠ of that chaos.‌

Absolute⁠ silence arrived.

Had​⁠‍ he awakened?

No.‍

He⁠‍ could still clearly‍ feel the touch‌‌ of that neck‍⁠ beneath his fingers.‌

Perda.⁠‍​

Then‌‍ he heard a voice.

Now,​⁠ listen to my⁠⁠ voice once again.⁠

It​‌ was an incredibly​‍ sweet voice.

Remember⁠ who you are.‌

Ah…​​​

I am…

Crunch—⁠‌

***‍⁠‍

With​​⁠ the sound of‍ something cracking and​⁠​ breaking apart, he⁠‌⁠ opened his eyes.​

Cold⁠​‌ sweat ran all‍ over his body,‌‍‍ leaving behind an​​ unpleasant sensation.

But​‌‌ there was something‍​​ even more unpleasant.‌⁠‍

‘The‌⁠​ circuit…’

The‍ Red Circle was‍ spinning violently.

Again.⁠‌

Although‌‌‌ it was not⁠‍​ related to his⁠‌ feelings toward Valdrova,​‍​ the circuit in⁠​⁠ his chest was‍​ rotating ferociously.

Perda‌​⁠ forced himself to​‌ sit up.

He⁠ emptied his mind.​​​

He‍ left it completely‍‌ blank, with nothing‍⁠​ remaining inside.

A short while later,​⁠ Perda’s circle calmed​​​ down once more.‌

It​ was even easier⁠‍⁠ than he had‍ feared.

But‌‍ that very ease⁠ was what disgusted⁠ him the most.‍‍

Because​ it meant he‍​ already knew the​‍​ answer.

‘Why…?’‌​⁠

It​⁠ led him to⁠ a feeling of⁠‌ déjà vu.

A feeling that should‍ never exist within‌‍ Perda.

‘Why‌‌ is there still‍⁠​ hatred left inside​ me?’

Because⁠​ that had been⁠ exactly what turned‌ Perda into the⁠ Nine-Circle Calamity.

***‌‌

Perda’s⁠‌​ mind was in⁠‍‌ chaos.

This‍‍⁠ was not some‌ absurd theory about‍‌ the fate of‍ mana.

This‌⁠ was real.

He​⁠‍ could feel it.‍‍

And‌​​ it was truly⁠⁠ happening.

Deep⁠‍ down, Perda had​‍⁠ already suspected it‌ existed.

‘So‍‍ that wasn’t just‌ my imagination.’

Abel⁠​​ Silverwind.

That⁠‌​ third-rate villain who‌​‍ threatened Ruri.

A man whose name‍​​ was not even​⁠ worth remembering.

At⁠ that moment, Perda⁠ had made everything‌ within the darkness‍⁠‍ his own.

And‍ in doing so,⁠‌ he penetrated Abel’s‌⁠‍ body and killed‍​ him instantly.

That​‌ was not something⁠‌‌ a 4-Circle mage⁠‍⁠ could accomplish.

Not‌​‍ even Perda would‌ normally have been⁠ capable of it.‍⁠⁠

Perda​ revisited that sensation.​‌

He⁠‍⁠ went back to​‍ the moment before⁠⁠⁠ that death.

As⁠ if slowly rewinding​‍​ time.

— Are you just​⁠ going to stand​‍ there and watch?⁠

‘The‌​ voice.’

It⁠‍ was a sweet‍‍⁠ voice.

That‍​‌ voice stirred something⁠⁠ inside him.

And​ drew out power.​‌‌

The‌ same power fueled‌‌⁠ by rage that⁠​ had once belonged‌ to him.

‘Are⁠ you telling me‌ that even after⁠‍ going back in‌‍⁠ time, it’s still​⁠ inside me?’

The⁠⁠‍ power that killed​ his family.

The⁠‌ power that killed‍‌⁠ innocents.

And‌ the power that‌ even killed the‌ person he now‍‍⁠ loved.

That​ power still existed‍‍ within Perda.

He⁠ was confused.

This⁠‌⁠ was completely different‌‌⁠ from merely worrying⁠⁠⁠ about the fate‍ of mana.

Back‌ then, it had‌‍ been a vague⁠​ concern.

Now‍⁠ he had proof.⁠

Real⁠‌ proof.

Knock.​​⁠ Knock. Knock.

A series of knocks​‍‌ sounded at the⁠‌⁠ door of his⁠​‍ bedroom.

Ruri⁠‍‍ entered.

“Lord‌ Perda.”

“What‌ is it?”

Without‍‌‌ realizing it, his‌‍ voice was filled​⁠ with irritation.

“You⁠ have a visitor.”‍​

“I’m‍ not receiving anyone​ today. Send them⁠​ away.”

“I‍ thought I should‌​ ask because it’s‌‍ someone you know.”​

“Someone​‌‍ I know?”

Who‍‍ would come all‌⁠‍ the way here​‌​ to see him‍ in person?

As‌‍⁠ countless names ran​​​ through his mind,⁠⁠‍ Ruri spoke a completely unexpected one.‌

“Eremvalt‍​‍ Rosnova, Lord Perda’s‌⁠ father.”

The​‌ origin of all‌​​ the hatred he‍ carried within him.⁠

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