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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 114: Lucy Philiaz

Chapter 114: Lucy Philiaz

“Who‍ did you kill,⁠ you ask?”

Lucy​ smiled calmly as‍ she took a puff from her‌⁠‍ pipe.

“Hmm,‍​ it would be‍⁠ wonderful if I could know something​ that convenient, little‍​ one. That way‌‌ I could help⁠‌⁠ these girls whenever​ they come to‌‌‍ me for advice.”⁠​‌

Lucy‍⁠ tapped the ashes‌‌‌ into an ashtray.​

“But‌‌⁠ I do know​‍ the name of⁠ the person you​‌ killed recently.”

Lucy‌​‍ snapped her fingers.‌‌‌

Snap!‍⁠​

Then‍‍ one of the‍ pillars covered in⁠‌‍ multiple layers of‍ vines surrounding the⁠ garden moved toward‍ the pavilion.

When⁠‍‌ it got close⁠‍‍ enough to Lucy,‍​‌ the vines slowly‌ began to unwind.⁠

Perda​⁠ realized it was‌‌ not a simple⁠⁠​ pillar.

It‍‍ was a crystal.⁠​‌

Like⁠‌​ a mosquito trapped⁠‌​ in amber, a woman was sealed​⁠‍ inside the transparent‍​‍ crystal.

“Little​ one, do you‍‍ know this girl’s⁠​‍ name?”

It​​ was a very​​​ simple question.

“Echidna​⁠‌ Philiaz.”

It‍​ was Echidna.

She⁠ wore an expression⁠‍​ as peaceful as‌‌⁠ if she were‌‌⁠ lying in an⁠​‌ open coffin before⁠‍ a funeral.

“The​‌ rune you created‌ left this girl‌‍​ in that state.”‍‌

Lucy‍⁠​ pointed at the‍​⁠ crystal with a finger.

“If⁠⁠‍ you have something‌ to say, say‍‍​ it.”

Her‍‌ tone made it‍‌‍ clear that he​ should choose his⁠‍​ words carefully.

While⁠⁠ observing the scene,‍ Perda asked,

“Did⁠⁠ she pass away⁠⁠​ without suffering?”

A completely indifferent tone.​

“Ha.”‌‍

Lucy’s⁠⁠​ laughter echoed throughout​ the pavilion.

“Hahahahaha…”‍‍‍

The​‍​ witches seemed to‍‍‍ tense up upon​⁠​ hearing it.

Demonic‍ energy spread outward.‍‌‌

A pressure comparable to‍​ Dragon Fear swept⁠‌‍ through his entire‌⁠⁠ body.

“Little​‌‍ one, you are‌‌ truly… truly shameless.”⁠​​

Lucy​​‌ rose from her‌ seat and descended​‌‌ the stairs.

“After‌‍‍ killing a daughter​‍​ of Philiaz, the‌ only thing you‍ ask is whether‍‌ she died without⁠ suffering?”

She‌​‍ stopped in front​​⁠ of Perda.

He‍​‍ had not noticed‌ it from afar,⁠​‍ but now he‍​ was certain.

She⁠​ was shorter than‍‍​ Ruri.

“The‌‍‌ resentment of a witch is like‍‍⁠ a frost that‌ lasts a hundred​ years. It does‌​ not simply mean‍ that you will​​​ die suffering.”

Her​​​ voice carried mana.​‍

And⁠‍⁠ that mana stimulated‌⁠‌ Perda’s five senses.‌​​

It‍ did not sound‌‍ like a simple​‌‍ threat.

It​⁠‌ was as though‌ she were showing⁠​ him the future​‍ awaiting him.

“I⁠‍ will slowly destroy⁠‌‌ everything around you,​⁠​ prevent you from⁠‍ even choosing to‍ take your own‌​​ life, and make‌⁠ you collapse completely‍⁠​ until the very‍⁠⁠ last moment of‍‍⁠ your existence.”

Many​⁠ had lived and​‌ died that way.​‍

The​‍ records proved it.​‍​

But‍ Perda did not‌ waver.

Because⁠​⁠ he already knew‌ something.

She‍⁠​ was bluffing.

“It​‍​ seems we are‍‍ both equally shameless,‌​ aren’t we, Mistress⁠‌‌ of the Pavilion?”⁠‍

“What?”‌‌‌

One⁠ of Lucy’s eyebrows⁠‌⁠ rose.

Perda‍ tilted his chin‌‌​ toward the crystal‌ containing Echidna.

“If‌ it isn’t shameless‌‍ to lock someone⁠⁠​ alive inside a crystal and claim‍⁠ that she’s dead,‍⁠ then I don’t​⁠​ know what is.”‍

At​ that moment, the⁠ situation changed.

Lucy’s‌ oppressive aura vanished.​⁠

And​‍ the anger disappeared⁠‍​ from her voice⁠⁠‌ as though it​‍ had never existed.⁠⁠

“How​‌ did you know?”​⁠‍

“Didn’t⁠ you say it‍ yourself? That a witch’s resentment lasts⁠⁠⁠ a hundred years‍ and that their‍​ curses are passed⁠⁠ down from generation​‌‌ to generation.”

Perda‍‌​ looked back toward‌ the crystal.

He‍⁠ observed Echidna’s peaceful⁠ face.

“If​‌ she had truly‍ died because of​‌ me and wanted‌‌ to curse me,​ I don’t think​‌⁠ you would have‌‍‌ left her with‍‍‍ such a calm‌⁠‌ expression for me⁠‍​ to see.”

“Heh.​⁠⁠ It seems you⁠​‌ know quite a bit about witches.”‍‌​

Lucy⁠‍⁠ slowly rose into‍‌ the air, clearly⁠⁠ pleased.

The‍ fabric of her‌‌​ clothing fluttered as‍‍​ she flew toward​‌ the crystal containing​ Echidna.

“Echidna,⁠‌​ poor child. I warned you so‍⁠ many times that‍ loving a man‌‍​ only brings tragedy,​‍ but you always‍‌⁠ insisted on following‌‍ your own path.”⁠

“The​ person who expelled⁠ her is pitying⁠​⁠ her now?”

“She‍‍​ simply did not⁠‌‌ fit the name⁠ Philiaz. But the‍‌‌ affection I feel‌⁠‍ for this child‍‌ has never changed.”⁠‌

They‌‌‍ were not words⁠ one would expect​⁠‍ from the leader​‌​ of witches who​ hated all men.‍‌⁠

Lucy⁠‌‌ gazed at the‌ crystal for a few moments before⁠‌ continuing.

“Little‌⁠‌ one, since she​‍ died because of⁠‍ your mistake, this‌⁠⁠ child will be‍​ returning with me.”​‍

It​ was a unilateral‍⁠​ declaration.

Perda‌⁠ responded immediately.

“I​​‍ refuse.”

This‍‍ time, the witches‍ reacted.

Demonic​ energy overflowed.

“How‍​‌ amusing. Do you⁠ really think you’re‌​‍ in a position‌‍‌ to refuse?”

“I​‌‍ think we’ve been⁠​⁠ too kind to‌⁠​ you. Perhaps we‍​​ should teach you‌ how bitter this⁠ can be.”

Laughter‍ echoed from all‍‍ directions.

But‌​ behind it lay⁠ hatred and fury.‌

“Silence.”‌

And‌​ once again, Lucy’s⁠ two syllables were​ enough to extinguish‌‍​ everything.

Watching⁠ her restrain that​​⁠ mass of malice,‌ it was easy‌‌ to understand how​ much control Big‍​‍ Sister exercised over‌⁠​ the witches.

“Don’t‍‌ worry. I’m not‌‍⁠ foolish enough to​​ confuse personal matters⁠ with official ones.⁠​ If someone loses‍​ something, they should⁠‌​ gain something as⁠ well.”

“Hmmm…”‍​

Lucy‍‍‌ deliberately released a long exhale as​ she smoked.

Finally,‌⁠ she opened her⁠⁠‍ mouth.

“What​‌‌ do you think​‌‌ of this?”

A small spark appeared⁠ above her index​‍ finger.

A red spark.

‘Lightning​​‌ Against Heaven.’

Lucy‌‌‍ Philiaz was effortlessly‍ manifesting that pure‍ power which could​ normally only be‌‌⁠ used through a special medium.

“You’re​⁠⁠ a mage, and​​ it seems you​‍ also have talent⁠​‍ for lightning. If​‍​ I taught you⁠ a little, I’m​⁠ sure you’d quickly​ grasp the principles.​⁠ What do you‍‍ say? I’ll make⁠‍‌ an exception and‍ teach you personally.”‌‌‍

What‍⁠‌ was she saying?⁠

‘It’s⁠ a tempting offer.’‍‌

Lightning​‌‍ Against Heaven was‌ still a legendary‍ element whose secret​ Perda had never‌​ managed to comprehend.‍‍⁠

He⁠​​ had researched it‌ countless times using⁠ branches from the​⁠⁠ World Tree that‍ had been struck​ by the Lightning‍‌⁠ Against Heaven Lucy​ left behind, but⁠⁠ he had not‍‍​ found even a clue.

Even⁠ using the staff​​ created from those​‌⁠ branches, his research​ had failed to​​⁠ produce significant results‍ across entire generations.​

‘If‌ I could master​‌ that power…’

He‍​ would become stronger.​​

As‌‍⁠ strong as he⁠ had been when‌ he was an⁠ Eight-Circle Archmage.

So​‌ Perda answered,

“I⁠ refuse.”

Lucy’s⁠⁠ hand paused for‌ a moment.

Even‌‍ she had apparently​⁠ not expected him⁠​⁠ to reject the‌ offer.

“Oh,‍​‍ little one. Does​​ this child mean‍ that much to‍​ you?”

“She⁠ is important.”

“More‍ important than Lightning​​‌ Against Heaven?”

The​‍‌ greatest magical element‍ possible for Perda​ to increase his​​ power.

Growing‍ stronger had always‌‌‍ been a necessity‍ for him.

“It‌‌​ is more important.”‍

But‌‍‌ now, becoming stronger‍⁠ was a secondary​ matter.

“There​‍‌ is someone who‌​ needs to learn⁠⁠ what happiness is.”​

For‍‌​ Perda, Valdrova always‍ came first.

“And​​⁠ for that person‍⁠ to be happy,​ I need Echidna’s‍‌‌ abilities.”

“Then⁠‍‍ what you’re saying‍​ is that you⁠‌​ want to use​ her, little one.‌ As Big Sister​‍‍ and as the​⁠⁠ owner of this‍ pavilion, I’m not‌​ foolish enough to‌‍ overlook those words.”​

“Don’t​ humans use one​⁠⁠ another all the‍​‌ time? Just as​​⁠ she uses me,‌‌‌ I simply use⁠ her.”

Although‍‌ Perda used the‍ naïve Echidna, that‌ did not mean‌ she was someone⁠​ who could be‌ easily deceived.

As​‌‌ proof of that,‍‌​ they could call‌‍ Zed and Morida⁠​​ as witnesses.

“Yes,‌ that is exactly​ how society works.”‌​

Lucy⁠ exhaled a cloud​⁠ of smoke as⁠⁠ though sighing.

Then⁠​‌ she snapped her‌ fingers.

Snap!⁠‌

At​‍ that moment, the‍⁠​ transparent crystal began⁠ melting like water.‌‌‍

The‍‌‌ witches watching the⁠‍​ scene asked in‍ surprise,

“Oh?‌ Are you going‍‍ to release her?”‍

“I‌ thought it was‌ an attractive proposal,‌ but if he​‌‌ doesn’t need it,‍⁠⁠ what can I do?”

It‌​​ was strange for⁠ a witch to⁠⁠ give up something‌​‍ so easily.

Lucy‌‌ never took her​⁠​ eyes off Perda.⁠​​

Beneath‌⁠⁠ the black veil,⁠ the barely visible‍‌‌ lower half of​⁠ her face revealed⁠ an expression filled⁠‍ with interest.

Finally,​ the crystal melted​‍ completely and awakened‍ the one inside.⁠

She‍ appeared to have‌‍​ been unconscious, but‍‍ miraculously remained standing⁠ on her own‍ feet.

The​​‍ eyebrows of Echidna,⁠‍‌ who had been‍ resting peacefully, twitched.​

“Huh?⁠​ What just happened…?”‍

She​‌‌ rubbed her head‌‍ with both hands‍ before looking around.⁠

The‍ first person she⁠⁠‌ saw was Perda.‍

Perhaps‍‍ because she was⁠‌​ accustomed to receiving‍⁠‍ looks full of‌ hatred and contempt,‌ his gloomy smile⁠ seemed like that⁠‍ of an angel.‌​​

“My,‌⁠ Regent Perda. You‍⁠ look very handsome​ today as well.‍ Hehe…”

Then‌​ she slowly looked‍ around.

“Huh?‍‍​ This place feels​⁠‌ familiar… It feels⁠ very similar to​‌⁠ the Pavilion of⁠‌⁠ Roses…”

Her‌ sentence cut off‍ when she saw​‌ Big Sister Lucy‍​​ beside her.

“A-Aaah!!!⁠ B-b-Big Sister!?”

Echidna​ was so startled​ that she bit​ her tongue.

It⁠‍ was almost disrespectful,‍⁠ but Lucy did‌ not seem bothered.​​

“It​ has been a long time, child.‌⁠⁠ Have you been‌‍⁠ well?”

“Y-Yes!​ O-Of course! I’ve​ been very well!”⁠‍

“I‍ expelled you myself,‍ but I clearly‍‌‌ told you to⁠ keep in contact.‌‌ It seems you‌ didn’t listen.”

“I-It’s‌⁠ just that… inside‌‍ the castle I couldn’t communicate…”

“Oh,​⁠ so you’re saying‍‌‍ it’s the Regent’s‌‍ fault. Tell me,‌‌‍ should we give‌⁠‌ him a beating?”⁠⁠‌

“Huh?‍‌ N-No! Of course‌⁠⁠ not!”

Echidna‍ spun around toward⁠ Perda.

“I​⁠‌ never meant anything⁠ like that!”

Whether‍ it was true‌⁠ or not.

“Of‍⁠ course I understand⁠‍ that it might‍⁠⁠ be uncomfortable for‍‌‍ you. But we’re⁠‌ practically family. Shouldn’t‌⁠⁠ you at least​⁠⁠ let us hear​ your voice from⁠ time to time?”⁠‌‌

“U-Uncomfortable?⁠​⁠ Never, not even​ once, have I thought anything like⁠ that!”

She​‌ was forcing a smile.

It‌‌‍ was not convincing‌ at all.

The​‌​ other witches began⁠‍⁠ laughing and throwing⁠ out comments.

“Oh?​⁠ That was a lie.”

“A‍ lie? Sisters, I never thought anything​ like that…”

“Come⁠ on, be honest.”‌​

“You’ve⁠‌⁠ already been expelled.‌‍​ What does it⁠‍‍ matter now? Even⁠ Big Sister can’t​⁠⁠ say anything about‍ it.”

“Besides,‍ it’s important to⁠ hear how others‌‌⁠ see you.”

The⁠ voices chattered all​‌ around Echidna.

Perda‌ immediately understood their​​⁠ intentions.

They‍ were trying to‍​ lure her into‌‍‌ a trap as​‌ if tempting prey.‍​‌

“Umm…”‌

Curled‍‌⁠ up like a frightened turtle, Echidna⁠​⁠ looked at everyone’s⁠ reactions before speaking.‍​

“Well…​​⁠ maybe it is‌ a little uncomfortable…”​

Lucy’s⁠​‌ hand, which was‍ holding the pipe,‌​⁠ froze.

“T-To⁠ be honest, it‍‍ also makes me‍‍‌ uncomfortable every time‌‌ someone older than‌‌⁠ my own grandmother‌ calls herself a young lady…”

“Pfff…”‌

“Hehehe…”‌​‌

The​​​ witches could barely‌‌ hold back their​⁠⁠ laughter.

Lucy’s‍‌​ reaction was very‌‌ simple.

Snap!‌⁠‍

With‍​⁠ a snap of​⁠⁠ her fingers, the‍ roots that had‌‍ transported the crystal‌‌ immobilized Echidna’s entire⁠‍ body.

“Echidna.​ Our pitiful Echidna.”​‍

Her​⁠‍ voice was filled‌‍ with anger.

Very‌ different from the​‌⁠ one she had​ shown in front‌​ of Perda.

“Since‌ it’s been so​​‍ long since anyone‍​ gave you a proper beating, you’ve⁠ started saying things‍‌​ you don’t even⁠⁠​ mean again. You‌​​ mustn’t speak so⁠ carelessly in front‍ of others.”

“Aaaah!‍​⁠ My arm! My‌‍⁠ arm, my arm!”‍

“Don’t​‍ worry. If one‍ of your arms​​​ falls off, I’ll‌‍‍ tear off your​‌‌ legs as well‍ so they won’t‌​‍ feel left out‍​​ and use them‍ as decorations.”

“I’m​ sorry! You’re not‍‍‌ small! You’re a very petite young​ lady! A beautiful‌ young ladyyyy!”

The⁠ witches burst into‍ laughter as they​‍⁠ watched Echidna being‍ tortured.

Only⁠⁠‍ after brutally tormenting⁠ her with thorn-covered‌‌‍ vines did they‍ finally release her.‍

With‍⁠ her hair completely‍ disheveled and her​ eyes red, Echidna⁠ crawled over to​‌ Perda while trembling.⁠

“Buaaa…‍ Regent Perda. My⁠​ arms and legs‍⁠​ hurt so much.‌ It hurts so‌‍⁠ much that I need a hug…”​‍​

Thump!‍⁠

“Stay‍ away.”

Perda⁠‍‍ pushed her head⁠⁠ back.

The‍‌⁠ witches erupted into​⁠​ laughter.

With‌⁠‌ nowhere else to‌⁠‌ go, Echidna lowered⁠⁠‍ her gaze to​⁠ the ground and​⁠⁠ whimpered.

“Do‌‍⁠ you really intend‍​​ to take her​​ back with you?”​

The‌ question now seemed⁠⁠ to express concern​‍⁠ for him.

“If‌ something like this‍ had been a flaw, I would‍‌​ never have brought​⁠‌ her with me‌‌ in the first⁠‌ place.”

“If‍​‌ that is your⁠⁠ will, then I will accept it.”‍​

Lucy‌‍‌ gave up far​ too easily.

Everything‌ was ending suspiciously⁠ smoothly.

Was​ she plotting something?⁠

Perda‌‌ did not lower‍‍​ his guard for⁠​‌ even a moment.⁠

“Go‌​‍ back, Echidna. And⁠ make sure to‌‌ contact us at‌‍⁠ least once a week.”

“Yes,‌‍‌ I will. Regent‌​ Perda, shall we‍‌ go?”

When‍ she tried to‍‌ extend her hand⁠⁠ toward him, Lucy‍ forced her to‍ lower it.

“The‍⁠ Regent will stay‍‍‍ with me a little longer.”

“Huh?‌‍ Here by himself?”‍‍‌

Echidna‌​‌ was bewildered.

This‌​ was the headquarters‍ of witches who‍ treated men like‍⁠⁠ toys.

Perda⁠ was little more‍ than defenseless prey.‍​⁠

Lucy‍ scolded her with​⁠ an annoyed expression.​‌

“He⁠‌‌ has already reached⁠‍⁠ the very heart⁠​ of this place.‌​‌ What difference does​ it make whether‍⁠ you’re here or‌‌ not?”

“W-Well…‍‍ that’s true, but…”⁠​⁠

Like‌ a prairie dog​‌ watching a storm‌‍⁠ approach, Echidna looked‍‍ anxiously at Perda.‌​​

Perda‌ understood the expression‌ on her face.​

“You‌ have nothing to‍⁠‌ worry about. Go‌ back and deliver​‍​ a message to⁠⁠‍ Ruri.”

“W-What⁠‌​ message should I give her?”

“Tell‌ her I’ll be​​⁠ back soon. That’s‌‍‍ enough.”

“Y-Yes!‍⁠ Of course!”

With‍‌ a gesture from‍ Lucy, Echidna’s body‌‌‌ broke apart and‌‌⁠ vanished.

She‌ had probably returned‍⁠ to the library​ where she had‌⁠ originally been.

Lucy‍ watched her disappear‍‌‍ before turning to​​​ Perda.

“Let’s‌ take a walk.‌‌​ I want to​‍ discuss this alone​ with you.”

Leaving‌‌ behind the witches‍ who remained quietly‍​ seated, she began⁠⁠ to walk.

They⁠ left the Pavilion​ of Roses and‍​ moved through the⁠‍ garden.

It⁠ was a place‌ where nature did​ not exist.

Everything⁠ had been created‍ solely by Lucy’s‍​ will.

That​‍⁠ was why the‍​ colors and shapes‌​‌ were completely different‌‍⁠ from anything that​⁠ could be found‍ in the natural‍⁠ world.

The​‌​ leaves were sky​‍‍ blue.

The⁠​ sky was purple.‍

“Isn’t​ it a beautiful‌​‍ garden?”

Lucy‍‍‍ asked.

“It’s‌‌‌ grotesque.”

“Then​‍ I’m glad to‍⁠ hear that.”

She‌‍ brought the pipe‍ to her lips.⁠⁠‍

“That​⁠ means you haven’t⁠ gone completely insane⁠ yet.”

That‌​​ sentence, spoken with‍ a smile, put‍​ Perda on edge.​

He‌​ tried to decipher⁠​ the meaning behind‌‍‌ that smile.

Then‍‍‍ it happened.

He‍ sensed a presence‌ among the thorny⁠​ vines.

Perda‍‌ used the Shadow⁠ Hand hidden beneath⁠ his clothing to​‌⁠ yank his own‌ head backward.

Something​‌ passed through the⁠‌ exact spot where‌ he had been‍ standing a moment‌‍ earlier.

Whoosh!‍‍‌

A giant cavalry lance.​

No,‌⁠ it was a rose thorn so‍​ enormous that it⁠​⁠ could easily be​ compared to one.‌

Perda‍ quickly retreated.

“What‍ is the meaning⁠ of this?”

“You‌‌ don’t need to‍⁠ think too hard.⁠⁠‌ It’s exactly what​⁠ it looks like.”​​

Lucy‌ pointed with her‍ pipe.

“I‍‍‍ attacked you.”

“Why?”‍⁠

“Because⁠ it’s better to‍ get straight to⁠ the point than⁠ waste time with⁠⁠‍ shallow provocations and‌ pointless conversations.”

In‌‌ other words, she‌‍ wanted to force‍ him to fight.⁠

Just‌‌⁠ as she had⁠⁠ said, Perda had⁠ no intention of‌ being dragged along⁠‍⁠ so easily.

Falling​‍‌ into her game‍‌⁠ would be madness.‌‍​

He‌‍‌ might have been‌ an Archmage in​​⁠ the past, but⁠​ now he was‍ only a 4-Circle‌‍‍ mage.

His​‍⁠ opponent was the⁠​‌ leader of the‌⁠​ witches, someone even‍⁠‍ 8-Circle mages struggled‌‍ against.

And​ on top of‍‌ that, this was​‌ her territory.

‘And‌​ Lucy isn’t someone⁠​ so obsessed with​​ combat that she’d‌​⁠ provoke a fight‍⁠ without reason.’

There‌ was definitely a reason behind this‌​​ provocation.

What‌⁠‍ was she trying‍ to accomplish?

“Wondering​ about my intentions?”‍‌

Lucy​​‍ was a mage​‌ who had lived‌ for countless years.​

Reading⁠‍ Perda’s thoughts was‌​‌ as easy as​​ breathing.

“Rather​ than explain it⁠ to you, I’ll‌‍ give you a reason why you⁠‍⁠ won’t have any​⁠‍ choice but to⁠⁠⁠ move.”

She‍​ moved the pipe‍​ as though pointing​‍‌ at him.

The​‍‍ garden’s vines began⁠‌ twisting like thorn-covered​⁠​ worms.

“If​⁠​ you don’t attack⁠‌ me, I’ll erase‌ your existence from‍‌ that unfortunate lizard⁠‌ girl’s life.”

A smile dripping with‌ malice appeared on‌ her lips.

It⁠‍ was such a transparent provocation that​ it was almost​‍‌ insulting.

Perda’s⁠ eyes flashed brightly.‍‌

He⁠‍​ could not back⁠‍‍ down.

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