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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 112: The Price of Curiosity

Chapter 112: The Price of Curiosity

Five‌​‍ minutes earlier.

Valdrova​ Castle Library.

Morida​ was working there.‍‌

Her‍‌⁠ task was to‌⁠‍ document and archive‍ the records gathered‍ in Hestia Village.‍⁠

She⁠​⁠ also handled legal‍⁠ consultations and document​ reviews.

She‍​⁠ was an A-rank​ talent they had⁠⁠ been unable to⁠‌⁠ hire due to​‌​ a lack of⁠‍ resources.

But​ at that moment,‍‍ she was nothing​ more than Echidna’s‌‌‍ toy.

— Miss Echidna.

“Yes?​⁠‌ What is it?”‍

— Hugging me during‌⁠ work is inefficient.‍ Productivity has decreased​ by 12% compared⁠ to optimal working‍‌​ conditions.

There‍ was a rule‌⁠ established for whoever​‍ took care of⁠‌⁠ her.

Do​​⁠ not allow the⁠‌ drop in efficiency‍ to exceed 15%.​‍

Anyone​‌ else would have​​ interpreted that warning‍‍ as a sign‌ that they should‍⁠​ only interact with​​⁠ her when necessary.​‍

But‍​ Echidna, a witch​ starving for affection,‍‌ was different.

“Then​ there’s still a 3% margin left?”⁠​​

Her‍​ mindset was to‌‌ get as close​‍⁠ as possible to⁠⁠ 14.99%.

But‍​‌ if she could‌‍‌ control herself that⁠​⁠ well, she wouldn’t‌‌​ be a witch.⁠

Echidna’s‍ emotions continued growing‍ even while she‍ hugged her, and​​ eventually she roared⁠‍‌ like a beast.‌‍⁠

“Grrrr,​‌ I can’t take‌‌​ it anymore!”

And​‍ she buried her‌‌‍ nose in Morida’s⁠⁠ head.

“Sniff,‍‍⁠ sniff.”

— I recommend that​ you stop.

“Snifffff…”‍⁠

— Stop…

“Sniiiiiiiif!”‌‍‌

Wham!‍​

“Guhhaaaak!?”‍​

A critical hit landed‍ directly on Echidna’s‍⁠‌ philtrum while she​⁠​ was absorbed in‍​⁠ inhaling the scent⁠‌ of Morida’s crown.⁠​‍

Her​ body staggered violently‍ backward.

She⁠ ended up collapsing⁠‌⁠ against a wall‌‌​ while a mountain⁠‍⁠ of books crashed‌ onto the floor.‍‍‍

“Uwaaaah…‌⁠ how cruel… there⁠ was no need‌⁠ to resort to‍ violence…”

Echidna‍ rubbed her philtrum​ with tears in‌‍⁠ her eyes.

Morida’s‌​⁠ gaze as she‌‍​ watched her seemed‌‍ strangely satisfied.

She⁠‍‌ wrote something and‍‍ showed it to‍ her.

— That action just⁠ now increased work​‍‌ efficiency by 5%.⁠‍‌

“Really?​⁠‍ Does Miss Morida‍‍ have sadistic tendencies?‌ Does Miss Morida‍​ also want to​ become a witch?‌⁠ I can’t allow​ thaaaat!”

— I do not​⁠ possess an ego.​⁠ Therefore, I cannot⁠ become a witch.⁠

Morida​⁠‌ returned to her⁠ work.

Echidna‍‍​ also stopped acting​‌ like an idiot​⁠ and returned to‌​⁠ reality.

Books‍ and documents were​ scattered across the‍⁠‍ floor.

It‍⁠ was a complete‍‍‌ disaster.

“Uuuu…⁠‍​ why are there⁠‌ so many papers…?”⁠‌‍

If‍ she left it‌ like that, it​​ was obvious she⁠‍ would get scolded.​

So​‌ she began cleaning⁠​‌ up.

With‌ a simple wave⁠‌ of her hand,⁠ the scattered books⁠‌‍ and documents floated‌ into the air.⁠​

As‍‍ though rewinding time,‌⁠​ she returned the⁠‌ books to their‌​​ shelves and carefully​​⁠ organized the documents.​‌

“Who’s‌​ going to read‍‍ such boring things⁠‌​ anyway…?”

While‍​⁠ grumbling and continuing⁠‌⁠ to organize things⁠ with her hands,⁠ Echidna found something⁠ trapped inside a book.

It​ was a sheet‍⁠⁠ folded into a square shape.

“This‌​⁠ is…”

The⁠⁠⁠ material alone was‌ different from ordinary⁠​ paper.

It​‍ was magical parchment​‌‌ capable of absorbing​​ mana.

A magical parchment mixed​⁠⁠ among normal documents.‌⁠

That‍⁠‌ alone was enough‍ to awaken Echidna’s​‍ curiosity.

She‌‍​ unfolded the sheet.​

“A‍​ magic circle…?”

She​ ended the sentence​​ as a question.⁠

“Is⁠ it?”

The‌⁠‍ characters engraved within⁠⁠ the circle resembled‌⁠ the magic circles⁠ she knew.

However,​‌‌ there were far​ too many strange​⁠ parts for it⁠‍⁠ to be a magic circle.

Many‌ basic elements did‍ not fit.

As​‌ she observed it,‌⁠ an idea occurred‍ to her.

As‌ if she had‍​ never received that⁠⁠​ blow to the‍ face, she smiled​⁠⁠ and called out‍⁠ to Morida.

“Mori~”‌⁠‍

Scratch​​ scratch.

Showing‌‍ her the magic​⁠ circle, she asked.⁠‌‌

“Come‍​‍ on, don’t be⁠​ so cold and⁠‍⁠ take a look.​‌‌ What kind of⁠ magic circle do⁠ you think this⁠‍ is?”

Scratch‍⁠‍ scratch.

“It​ seems Lord Regent⁠⁠ Perda drew it.”​

Scratch.​‌

The‌ pen stopped.

Morida’s​​⁠ eyes reacted upon⁠​ hearing Perda’s name.‍‌

She​ examined the circle​‍ from top to⁠⁠ bottom as if‌ scanning it.

After‍‌ several minutes of⁠ thought, she replied.‍​‍

— I do not‌​ know.

“Even‍‌⁠ you don’t know,‍ Miss Mori?”

— Correct. It does‍​ not exist among​⁠‍ the records I possess.

“If⁠‌‌ even Miss Mori​⁠ doesn’t know…”

Echidna‍ knew the contents⁠​‍ that existed within‌⁠ Morida’s mind.

The​‍ Universal Library.

It⁠ contained records of‌ virtually all known‌‌ magic on the‌​‍ continent of Serdes,‍‌ along with countless⁠ pieces of information⁠‍ about humanity.

Morida‌‍​ wrote.

— There are three‌ possibilities.

— First. It is‍​ a type of‌​ magic that has​ never been recorded‌ on the continent‍​​ of Serdes.

— Second. It is​ a type of​ magic too complex‍ to be recorded‍⁠‌ using the languages⁠‌⁠ of the continent‌ of Serdes.

— Third. It is​ a type of​ magic created directly​‍‌ by its author.‍‌​

Thinking⁠‍‌ rationally, the third‌​ option was the‌ most likely.

A magic created by‌‌ Perda.

— Based on its‌‌ shape and structure,​‌ the third option‌‍​ appears to be‍‌‍ the most probable.‍

“I​ think so too.‍⁠ At first glance,​ it just looks⁠ like a drawing…”‍⁠​

Unusable​ magic circles often​⁠‌ receive that designation.‌‌‌

Mages‌ who study geometry‍‌ sometimes draw circles‍‍​ at random in⁠ hopes of stumbling‍ upon something.

But​‌⁠ barely one in⁠ ten thousand ends⁠‍‍ up functioning.

— Furthermore, this cannot⁠ even be considered‌⁠‍ a magic circle.‌ It lacks geometric‌⁠​ elements, and its‍ form is indefinite.‍⁠​

“Right?”‌⁠

Some​‌‌ magic circles that⁠‍​ appear to be⁠​ simple drawings eventually⁠‌ work if studied‌‌ enough.

But‌ this one did‍ not give off​ that feeling.

Unlike‍ refined and meticulous‍ circles, this one‌‍⁠ was crude and‌​ inefficient.

— It is nothing‍ more than a drawing resembling an⁠⁠ inactive magic circle.‍ That is my⁠‍⁠ conclusion.

Morida‌​​ closed the matter.‌​‍

But‌⁠‍ Echidna did not.‌

The⁠⁠‍ more you know,​‌ the more things‌⁠​ you can see.‌‌‍

And​‌​ Echidna was an​ expert capable of‌⁠ creating runes.

Because‌‌⁠ of that, she⁠ perceived far more‌‍‍ than others.

“This‍​‌ works.”

She​‍⁠ was convinced that⁠⁠‍ this crude and⁠⁠⁠ inefficient magic circle‌⁠ functioned.

Morida‌ turned her head.⁠

— Do you have​ proof?

“Well…‌⁠ no. It’s intuition…”⁠

— Then there is​ no point in‌‌ discussing it.

Morida‍ judged things based⁠ on facts recorded⁠ within the Universal⁠⁠ Library.

Human‌ intuition lacked logic.⁠‌⁠

And​⁠ debating something illogical​ was a waste⁠ of time.

She‌‌ lost interest in‌‌⁠ the magic circle‍ and continued working.⁠⁠

The⁠‍⁠ conversation ended.

Echidna⁠ regretted that it‍‌‍ had ended and‌ looked back at‌​ the parchment.

“How‌‍​ the hell does⁠⁠ this work?”

Now‌⁠​ she was questioning‍‍ her own intuition.​​

She⁠⁠‌ tilted her head‌⁠ and began analyzing​⁠ it.

She‌‌​ moved all of​​⁠ her knowledge around‍​ inside her mind.​‌⁠

She‌⁠​ dismantled the elements‍ one by one,‌⁠​ trying to reveal⁠​ the mystery.

But​‍​ strangely, the further​​ she progressed, the‍⁠‍ more a massive‌ wall appeared before​‌ her.

A problem impossible to‍‍‍ interpret through logic​ or reason.

Like‌‌ the existence of​⁠​ a utopia.

Like‍ the theory of​‍‍ mana’s destiny.

Something‍‌ impossible to solve.‌

Echidna’s​⁠ eyes gleamed.

The​‌​ idea that some⁠​ mysterious and incomprehensible⁠‍ power existed there‌ excited her.

And⁠‌ that excitement ultimately⁠​​ pushed her toward‍⁠ an impulse.

“I’m⁠ going to take⁠​‌ it apart.”

Her⁠ curiosity finally led​‌‍ her to the‌​‌ idea of dismantling⁠‍‌ the magic circle.⁠⁠

Disassembling​‌‍ a magic circle‌​ without its creator’s​ consent was an⁠‍​ absolute taboo.

She‌ thought Perda might‌‌ get angry.

But⁠ the desire was‌ so intense that⁠ she ignored even⁠​​ that.

“…I’ll​​ only touch it‍‌ a little.”

Just​ a little.

Nothing⁠⁠ would happen if⁠⁠​ she touched a single rune.

In​⁠​ terms of importance,​ it would be‌‌‌ like removing a gear for a brief inspection.

Even‍‌‍ though she said‍⁠⁠ that, her finger​​ ultimately came to​‌ rest on one‌‍ of the central⁠⁠⁠ runes.

The‍ traces of mana​ engraved into the​ parchment were transmitted‌ clearly through her​‍‍ fingers.

Echidna‍‌‌ copied that rune‌​⁠ and reproduced it‌‍ in her own‌‌​ hand.

Now​ she only had⁠⁠‍ to dismantle it‌‌ and read its‍‌​ code.

Up​⁠⁠ until that moment,‌ she had no​‍ idea she was⁠​‌ about to pay​‌ the price of‍⁠ her curiosity.

“Huh?”‌‌

Suddenly.‌

The‍‍⁠ rune melted before‌‍ it could even​‍‌ react and flowed‌ into her arm.‌

She‍‌‌ felt a reverse​ current running through‌​‌ her mana channels.⁠​‍

“Huh?”‌

Echidna​⁠ panicked.

Although‌‌​ she let out​‌ a sound worthy‍‌​ of an innocent​ young lady, she‌‌‌ reacted immediately.

As⁠⁠ an expert witch⁠ and mage, she‍​ cast a fifth-tier⁠‌‍ sealing spell to‌​ stop the absorption.​‌

“Huh?⁠ Huh? Huh?”

It‌⁠ didn’t work.

Her‌‍‌ sealing spell nullified​ any magical effect​⁠ of the fifth⁠⁠ tier or below.‌​​

The​​​ fact that it​‌ failed meant that⁠⁠ rune belonged to​​ the sixth tier​‍​ or higher.

That‌⁠ was impossible.

The‌ limit of the‌‍‌ runes humans could⁠ create and handle‍ was the fifth‍ tier.

“Kughhhh!”​‍‍

The‍⁠‌ Price of Curiosity‌

Echidna​‍ paid the price‌ for her curiosity.‌‍

And⁠ there was absolutely‍ nothing she could‍‍ do to stop‌‌ it.

***‌​

“Explain‍ exactly what happened.”⁠‍‌

Morida‍​⁠ began writing what​ she knew.

— Miss Echidna touched⁠ one of the‌ runes in the‌‍ magic circle and⁠‍ was absorbed by‌‍⁠ it.

“She‌ was absorbed by​‌​ a rune she⁠ created herself?”

— According to her​​ own words, the​ magic circle was‍ drawn by Lord‌ Perda.

“A⁠‌ magic circle drawn‌ by me?”

Perda‌​‍ frowned.

He‌ had a feeling‍‌​ this was going‌‍⁠ to turn into‍⁠‌ an unpleasant problem.‍

‘Even​‌⁠ if it was⁠​​ mine, it makes‍ no sense for‍⁠ Echidna to die‍​‍ because of it…’‍‌

He​‌ had stored several⁠‍ magic circles.

But‌ none of them‌‌‌ possessed the power‌‍ necessary to kill​​ Echidna.

Especially‌ not through runes,‍​ which were precisely‌​‍ her specialty.

Perda‌​ lowered his gaze⁠ to the floor‍​ to identify what⁠⁠⁠ it was.

And‍‌ he found it​ among the scattered‍⁠ books.

‘This⁠ is…’

He‌‌​ recognized that magic​​ circle.

It⁠ was the one​ he had drawn⁠⁠ when he was‌‌⁠ confused about mana.‌‍​

That‌⁠ complex and crude‍ circle he had​‌ copied and stored‌‍‍ just anywhere.

‘She‌ died from touching‌​ this?’

Perda‌​⁠ examined the runes​⁠ drawn upon the‍‍ circle.

There⁠‍‍ were seven runes​​‌ in total.

Echidna​ had touched only‍ one of them.‌‍

‘Was​⁠ a single rune‌ enough to do‍​⁠ something like this?’‌​​

It⁠‌ was difficult to‍​⁠ believe according to⁠‌⁠ common sense.

A 5-Circle witch.

And⁠ on top of​⁠⁠ that, an expert‍‌ known as a Rune Maker.

To​‌ die because of⁠ a rune created⁠​‍ by Perda?

“And‌ after that? Did‍ you also see​‍ how she died?”‌

— After touching the​ rune, she displayed⁠‌​ symptoms of respiratory‍​ failure and then‌ disappeared.

“Because‍‍ of the rune?”⁠‌

— I cannot determine⁠​ that.

Morida​⁠ made predictions based‍ on knowledge.

Things⁠​ that only mages‌​‌ could perceive were‌ beyond her capabilities.⁠‍

“It⁠‍‌ was probably a Circle overload.”

Ruri⁠​‌ voiced her hypothesis.⁠

It​ was an explanation​ that even Perda‍‍⁠ could have accepted.⁠​

For⁠‍‌ low-level mages, it⁠‍⁠ was something impossible‌​‍ to perceive, but⁠ among 5-Circle mages​ and above, it‌ was a terrifying‌ phenomenon that could‍‍‍ never be ignored.⁠‌⁠

“I‍ don’t think it​‌ was that.”

“Why?”‍​

“If⁠​‌ it had been‌​‌ a Circle overload,‌‍​ Morida would have‍⁠ died in the‌‍ explosion as well.”​

A Circle overload literally‌​ meant becoming a bomb.

No​⁠ matter how much‍‌ Echidna cared for‌‌⁠ Morida, she would‍​⁠ not have been‍‌ able to keep​ her that safe.‍‌‌

There‌ had been a major vibration, but​‌​ nothing more.

Perda’s‍‌ hypothesis was different.‌

“Someone​‍​ cast a spell.”⁠⁠​

“If‌⁠ the magic circle⁠ had activated, wouldn’t⁠⁠ she have said​⁠ exactly that?”

“Of⁠ course.”

Magic⁠‍ circles were something​‌ even Morida could⁠ see.

“But‌⁠⁠ when we’re talking⁠⁠ about a witch⁠‍ bearing the Philiaz​ surname, the story⁠⁠ is different.”

A blue glow flickered​ in Perda’s eyes.​⁠

He‌‌⁠ began seeing something⁠ beyond the obvious.​‌​

“I⁠‌ see.”

At​​‍ the place where‌‍ Echidna had been,‍​‍ traces of mana​⁠ still remained.

But‌‌⁠ those traces did‌‍​ not show only‍ a magical manifestation.‌

Perda⁠‌‍ infused mana into‌‌ the faint marks,​‌ defining their colors⁠​​ and outlines.

When‌‍‌ Ruri saw them,⁠​‍ she was surprised.‍

They⁠‌ were shaped like​‍​ a rose.

“That‌​ rose bush is‌⁠ a mana trace?”‌​

“It’s⁠‍​ a Mana Signature⁠​‍ that only high-level⁠⁠ mages can use.”‍‌

“Then‍​⁠ do you also⁠‌ know who it‌‌ belongs to?”

Perda‌​ nodded.

It‌ was a signature‍​​ impossible to forget.‍‌‍

“Lucy⁠‍ Philiaz.”

The‌ First Witch.

Only⁠‌​ she left behind​​​ a signature like‍ this.

That‌‍‍ meant she had⁠ personally intervened inside‌⁠‍ the castle to​‌​ take Echidna away.‍

And‍‌‌ in order to‍ do so, she‍​ had violently altered‌​ the magic circles‍​ installed throughout the​ fortress.

“So⁠⁠ you’re saying someone‍‍‍ infiltrated the castle‌ from the outside?‍‌‍ The castle’s barrier‍ shouldn’t allow magic‍‍⁠ of this level.”‌

“She‍​⁠ already had a magic circle implanted⁠​‌ inside her body.‍‍ It only needed‌⁠⁠ a small stimulus‍‌⁠ to activate.”

All​ that was needed⁠ was a tiny​⁠ spark to ignite​‌‌ the fuse.

And‍‍⁠ Lucy Philiaz had​​ provided that spark.⁠‍‌

“As​ a member of⁠​ the Philiaz family,⁠ it was probably‍ a magic circle‍‍⁠ engraved by Big‌⁠‍ Sister to recover⁠​ the corpse.”

Killing‌ a witch was⁠⁠‌ difficult.

Some​ used Life Vessels.​

Others​ kept their original‍ bodies safe through‍⁠ clones.

But​‍⁠ ultimately, they all⁠ lived under Big​⁠⁠ Sister’s protection.

If​⁠⁠ she could break‍​ into even a dragon’s nest, what‍‌ sealing magic could‍​‍ stop her intervention?‍‌⁠

“But⁠ Echidna is an‍ expelled witch. Does‌​ that protection still‍ apply?”

Unlike​‌ the others, who⁠ hated men, Echidna‌‍​ loved them.

Her⁠ ideals were incompatible‍ with those of‌ the other witches,⁠ which was why​ she had been​​ expelled.

So‍‍⁠ why bother recovering‍ her corpse?

Perda‌​ answered simply.

“What​ they have inside⁠‍ their heads doesn’t⁠⁠ distinguish origins.”

No⁠ matter what, Echidna‍ was still one⁠​ of the most‍​‌ valuable craftsmen on⁠ the continent.

A Rune Maker.

Ruri‍​​ nodded.

“Absurdly​​ obsessive. That’s what‍‌‍ witches are like.”​

“Not⁠‍ just witches.”

Because‌‌ he himself had​‍⁠ once been the‌‍ same way.

Perda⁠​ could not take‍​‌ his eyes off​ those traces.

“Even‌‍‍ so, there’s something‌‌⁠ that doesn’t add⁠‍⁠ up.”

“Is​​ something bothering you?”⁠​

“Everything‍‍‌ ended too cleanly.”‍⁠​

The⁠ only thing left‍​ behind was that‍‍ rose-shaped mark.

Other‌‍ than that, nothing⁠​‍ else seemed to​⁠ have been altered.⁠

And​ that was precisely⁠​⁠ why it was⁠⁠‍ strange.

“Witches⁠⁠ don’t usually finish⁠‍ things in such⁠ a clean manner…”⁠

“She​⁠ only managed to​‌ infiltrate for an‌ instant. Wouldn’t it‌‌ be difficult to​ leave anything else‌⁠ behind?”

Ruri’s​‍ words made sense.⁠

But​ Perda was unwilling⁠‍ to ignore that⁠‌⁠ feeling.

He​‍ thought for a few moments and⁠‌‌ then asked.

“Have‌ all the people​ inside the castle⁠⁠‍ already been evacuated?”‍‌‍

“Yes.‌ They’re gathered in⁠ front of the⁠⁠⁠ inner gate like‌ frightened meerkats.”

“Let’s​⁠​ go there.”

Ruri‍‌⁠ looked puzzled.

Did‌⁠⁠ he think he‌​ would find an​‌ answer among them?​‍

Perda‌ observed the crowd‌​ gathered beneath the‌‍ fortress.

Among‍‍ them, he even‌⁠ spotted Zed and⁠‌ Penelope yawning peacefully.‍‌

“Zed⁠ Swallow.”

“Yes?”​‍‍

Perda​⁠⁠ beckoned with a finger.

Zed⁠ approached wearing an‍⁠⁠ expression full of‌ annoyance.

“You’re​‌ from the Red​ Eyes tribe, right?”‌‍​

“That’s‌​‍ right.”

“Then⁠‌‍ you’ve probably been​‌ flirting with the​⁠ women who work​ in the castle‍​​ as well.”

“Excuse⁠⁠​ me!? Do I look like someone​ who can’t live‍‍​ without women?”

Zed​‌⁠ protested indignantly.

Ruri​‍ looked at him‍‍ with a gaze‍ filled with contempt.​‌⁠

“Isn’t​​⁠ that exactly what​ you are? Every⁠⁠ time I pass⁠‌‍ by your room,⁠ I hear those⁠‌ damn moans.”

“Huh?​ That probably wasn’t‍​‌ because of m—​ Mmph!”

“Shut⁠⁠ up already. The‌ adults are talking.”⁠‌‌

“Then⁠⁠ answer.”

“…I‍ only know them‍​ a little.”

Zed‌⁠ scratched the back​ of his head‍‍‍ awkwardly.

Perda‌⁠ ignored him and​ pointed toward the‍ assembled group.

“Is‌⁠ there any woman⁠‍ you’ve never seen‍ before?”

“No​​​ matter how much⁠‌ of a womanizer⁠ I am, I don’t know the⁠‌​ face of every‍‍‌ woman in the‍​ castle… Huh?”

“What​‌ is it?”

“There’s⁠ one I don’t⁠⁠ know.”

Only‍‍​ one.

There‌‍ was one woman​‍ who completely escaped⁠ Zed’s radar.

The​⁠⁠ direction he pointed​​ revealed an utterly‌​⁠ ordinary woman.

She‍⁠​ was so normal‍⁠‍ and lacking in​‍ distinguishing features that‌‍​ she was impossible⁠‌ to remember.

“Are‍⁠⁠ you sure?”

“Yes.‌ I’ve never seen‍‍‌ her in this⁠​‌ castle before.”

Zed​ was convinced.

The​​‌ contempt in Ruri’s⁠ expression deepened even​ further.

Perda‍ began walking toward‌ her.

“The‌ Regent is coming⁠‌‍ down!”

“Everyone,​ show your respect!”‍

Upon‍ seeing him approach,​ the crowd shouted⁠‍‌ and knelt.

But​⁠‌ Perda’s eyes remained⁠​ fixed solely on‍ that woman.

He‌​ walked directly through‍​​ the crowd until​‌ he stopped in​ front of her.​

The‌ woman saw his‍ boots before her⁠⁠​ and raised her⁠ head to greet‍‌‍ him.

“It​ is an honor⁠ to meet Regent‍‌ Valdrova, Lo—”

Whoosh!!‌

She⁠​ could not finish‌‌ the sentence.

Before‌​⁠ that, a sphere⁠⁠ of mana created​‍ at the tip​ of Perda’s finger​ pierced straight through‌‌ her forehead.

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