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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 115: It Wasn’t Anger

Chapter 115: It Wasn’t Anger

The⁠ battle began.

Perda‌ drew a magic‌⁠‍ circle on his‍ hand.

Three⁠​ magic circles appeared‌ suspended in the​​​ air at regular​​ intervals.

“Lightning‍ Bolt.”

What​ he fired was‍​‍ a lightning bullet.‍​

The‌‍⁠ element that boasted‍​​ overwhelming speed shot⁠‍ forward following the⁠​ movement of Perda’s‍​‌ hand and headed​ straight toward Lucy.‍‌

“What​​ a superficial trick.”⁠

Lucy​⁠ was a veteran​ witch.

She​​​ had fought countless​⁠ battles.

She‌‌⁠ predicted that Perda​⁠‌ would use Lightning‍‌‌ Bolt and blocked​ its path with‍‌ a tangled mass⁠ of vines.

Bang!‌

An​​ arrow struck directly⁠‍ along the spell’s⁠⁠ trajectory.

But‌ that was not​‌​ the end.

“Oh?”⁠‌​

She‌ had blocked the‌ Lightning Bolt.

However,⁠​‌ what emerged from‌ inside it were⁠⁠​ mana spheres with‍​ physical mass.

They‌ scattered and surrounded⁠ Lucy.

“What⁠​ an interesting trick.”‌‍​

Lucy⁠ did not even‌ attempt to dodge‌ them.

The​‌‌ spheres slammed violently​ into her body,​​ yet she did​ not even blink.⁠‌⁠

“To⁠‍‍ be able to‌​ draw three spells⁠ without support and⁠‍ apply them in‍​⁠ this way as​ well.”

The‍⁠‍ technique Perda had​ just displayed was‌​‌ enough to surprise⁠ her.

A Blue Circle user​⁠⁠ would normally have‌‍ already reached the⁠ 5th Circle by‍​‌ the time they⁠‌​ mastered such a level of control.‌‍

“You⁠‍ only used the⁠‌⁠ speed attribute necessary​‍ for Lightning Bolt.⁠​‍ You hid small‍⁠‍ spheres inside a larger sphere. I know there must‌​‍ be a magic‌‍⁠ circle for doing‍‌ that, but…”

She⁠⁠ snapped her fingers‍ as though she‌​ had reached a conclusion.

“Don’t‌‌‌ tell me you‌⁠⁠ did it manually?”‌

“You‌ talk too much,‍ Lady of the​ Pavilion.”

“Doesn’t‌⁠‍ that mean I have plenty of‍⁠‌ time to spare?”‌⁠

“I⁠⁠‍ suppose it does.”‍​‍

An‍ accurate statement.

Beneath‌​‍ Lucy, a black⁠‍ explosion erupted and​​ distorted space itself.⁠‌⁠

Darkness.‍

The‌‍ most destructive element‌ in existence.

Dark‌‌ Bolt had manifested‌⁠ directly beneath her.⁠​‌

The‍​ head that had⁠‌⁠ been pierced was​⁠‍ completely destroyed by‌​‍ the impact.

The‌ Lucy Philiaz visible‍‍ to the naked⁠⁠ eye died instantly.​

— Hehe. Impressive.

However,‍​⁠ Lucy’s voice echoed‍ throughout the garden.⁠

The​⁠ body, which should‍‌ have lost all‍‍ vitality, began moving​​ like a broken​ puppet and took​‌ a step forward.‌

Then,‌ as though nothing⁠​​ had happened, the​⁠​ destroyed body returned‌⁠⁠ to normal.

“You‌‌ used Barbatos’s Shadow‍‍ Hand to attack⁠​ a blind spot.​⁠​ It’s a good⁠ strategy, but it​⁠ lacks depth, little⁠⁠​ one.”

“And‍ you’re the one⁠‍ talking about depth?”‌⁠​

It‌​‌ was a ridiculous‌‌‍ observation coming from​‍ someone who had‌‍⁠ forced a mere‍⁠‌ 4-Circle mage into​ combat.

Lucy​‍⁠ simply smiled, clearly​⁠⁠ amused.

“Very⁠ well. Keep fighting‍ and try to‍‌‌ defeat me.”

Lucy‍‌‍ attacked by launching‍⁠ thorny tendrils.

Perda‌​ responded using every​‌‌ spell and resource​ at his disposal.⁠​‌

He⁠⁠ already knew the‍ truth.

It‍​⁠ was impossible to​ defeat Lucy.

Even​‍ the feeling that⁠ they were evenly⁠ matched was an​ illusion.

She‍⁠ was deliberately adjusting‌‍​ the power gap‌ to appear only​ slightly stronger than​‍‍ him.

“At​‍‌ this rate, this⁠⁠ will never end.”‍‌

Lucy‌ yawned exaggeratedly.

“It‌ seems you still‍⁠ haven’t understood the‌‌ seriousness of my​​ words, so I’ll​ repeat them once​‍ more.”

An‌​ immense pressure emerged​‍‍ from her.

“If‍⁠ you lose here,​​ I will take‌‌​ your fiancée.”

“You‍‌⁠ crazy bitch…”

The‍ curse escaped Perda’s​‍⁠ lips.

Lucy‍​‍ smiled in satisfaction‍​ as she saw‍‌​ him lose his​⁠‌ composure.

“Little⁠‍⁠ one, do you‍‍ know what it‌‌‍ means for a woman to take⁠​‌ another woman? It’s⁠ completely different from‍ what men do.‍‍‌ She becomes a slave to pleasure‌‌ in an instant.​‌ Doesn’t it sound‍⁠ interesting to do‍ that to a dragoness?”

Whether⁠ it was true‍⁠ or a lie,⁠‍⁠ Perda did not‌ care.

He​ simply could not‌ tolerate those words.‌

He⁠ made a decision.‌‍‍

He⁠‍‍ would fight even⁠ if he exhausted‍ every last drop⁠⁠‌ of mana.

But‍ even then, he​⁠ would not be‌ able to defeat‍‌ her.

Even‍⁠ though he had⁠ killed Lucy once‍​⁠ in another life,‌‍ now it was⁠‍ like striking a mountain with an‌‍ egg.

Perda‌⁠ already knew her⁠ objective.

‘She‌‍ wants to force⁠‌ me to reveal​⁠⁠ my cards.’

Every​‍ mage possesses a final trump card.‍​​

Something⁠‌ to escape.

To‍‍‌ deliver a decisive‍‌ blow.

Or​ even to drag‌​ an enemy down‍ into death alongside‌ them.

Secrets‌⁠⁠ so important that‌‍ they were worth‌ more than life‌⁠​ itself.

That​‌⁠ was exactly what​⁠⁠ Lucy was trying‌ to bring into⁠ the open.

She‌ wanted to destroy⁠​ his convictions and‌ his reason so​⁠​ that he would‌‍ reveal everything.

And‌⁠⁠ Perda had to⁠​ endure it even‍‍⁠ while knowing exactly‌‍ what was happening.‌⁠

He‍ could not take‌⁠​ her threats lightly.‍‌‍

Even‌‌ if it was‌⁠ all a joke.⁠⁠

If​‍‍ he did not⁠⁠‌ show his sincerity,​‍‍ that joke would​‌‌ eventually become reality.‍⁠

That‍ was how witches​‌ were.

He‌⁠‌ bet everything.

And⁠ even so, he​‍​ ended up on​⁠ the verge of‌‍‍ completely exhausting his‍‍⁠ mana.

“Is‌⁠ that all?”

Lucy’s‍‌‌ veil was torn‍‍‌ and she had​⁠ lost an eye.⁠​​

Her‍ appearance was a mess.

But​ every time she⁠​ took a step,​‌⁠ she restored herself‍ completely.

Perda‍​‌ breathed heavily.

“Are‍ you satisfied?”

“Satisfied?​ Do you think‍‍ I caused all⁠‍ of this to⁠‌‍ satisfy myself?”

Lucy⁠⁠ let out a mocking laugh.

“I‍​⁠ spoke to you​‌⁠ with such dedication,‌ and yet you‍⁠ still failed to​ understand my true‌ intention. What a shame. It seems⁠ Valdrova is destined‍ for a miserable​ life.”

Don’t‌​​ say my fiancée’s⁠⁠ name.

He⁠‍ wanted to say​‌⁠ it.

But‌ he couldn’t.

He‌‌​ had fought so⁠​ hard, and all⁠ he felt was‌ helplessness.

If​ someone could manipulate​⁠‌ her so easily,‌ how could he‍‌ protect her?

You‍ can’t save anyone.‍⁠

So​​ show her who⁠‌ you really are.​‌

The‍ circuit inside Perda’s‍‌ chest began to‍⁠​ spin.

The‍‍ sweet voice whispered‍​ once again.

Show​ her your true​‌ self.

“Shut⁠ up.”

Perda‌​ resisted.

But⁠ the voice took​​ advantage of the​ crack created by‌⁠‍ his helplessness and​​⁠ slipped into his⁠⁠ heart.

The⁠​‍ intoxication of the‍ anger that had⁠‍‌ once consumed him‌​ tried to seize​ him again.

This‌⁠⁠ time, he chose​​​ faster than ever‍⁠‍ before.

‘Rather⁠ than give up…’⁠‍​

Perda⁠‌⁠ unfolded a magic⁠ circle.

‘I​ would rather die.’‌‍

The⁠‍ target was his⁠ own chest.

“Dark‌ Bolt.”

The‌⁠‍ black sphere shot⁠ toward his heart.​‌​

Whoosh!​‍

But⁠⁠ the only thing‍‌⁠ that could be⁠​ heard was the⁠‌⁠ sound of the‌ projectile cutting through‌ the air.

Perda’s‍⁠ hand was pointing‍​ toward the sky.‌‌

And‍ a small hand​‍ was firmly gripping‌⁠​ his wrist.

“…You⁠‍⁠ really do things‌ I cannot understand.”‍​​

The‌‍ girl with black​ hair and red​‍‍ eyes looked at⁠​⁠ him with a bewildered expression.

A faint scent of‌‌ lilacs emanated from‌‌‍ her ruby-colored eyes⁠‌‌ and from her.⁠‍‍

It‍‍ was the face‍⁠⁠ of the Lady​ of the Pavilion.‌

A face that an‌‍‌ ordinary man would‌​ never be able⁠‌‌ to behold even‍​⁠ once in his‌​‍ lifetime.

Perda⁠‌‍ wondered why he‌ was able to‍‍⁠ see it.

The‌ black veil fluttered‍‍ behind her.

Dark⁠‍‍ Bolt had grazed⁠​ her head as​‌ it passed.

Perda‌‌‍ looked into her⁠ eyes and asked.‌

“Are‌‍ you satisfied now,‍‌​ Lady of the‍‍‌ Pavilion?”

He​‍‍ glared at her‌ fiercely.

His‍ control over his‌​ expressions had vanished‍​ due to mana‌ exhaustion and the‍ strain caused by‌⁠ resisting mentally.

“Now‌ that expression is​‍⁠ truly satisfying.”

With‍‌⁠ a youthful face,‍ Lucy smiled like⁠ an adult.

Then‍​ she placed her‍‍⁠ right hand on⁠⁠⁠ Perda’s chest.

Something‌ flowed through his‍⁠​ heart.

The‌ sensation of exhaustion‍⁠ that had been⁠ causing him migraines‍ began to disappear.⁠

She‌⁠ was returning enough‍‍ mana for him‍‌​ to regain his‌⁠ composure.

“Forgive⁠​⁠ me for forcing‌‌⁠ you into a battle you didn’t‍⁠ want. But I had to test⁠‌ you, little one.”‌⁠

“Test‍⁠‌ me in what‍ way?”

“What​⁠ you have inside‌‍ here.”

She​ pointed at Perda’s​‌​ heart.

“Didn’t​⁠ I tell you​ these eyes see‌​⁠ many things?”

“Yes.”​‌

“By​‌‍ chance, they can‌‍​ also see what‍‌‌ composes your mana.⁠⁠ Normally, I don’t​‌ pay attention because‌⁠⁠ it’s usually something​‍ insignificant. But you‍⁠​ broke that rule.”‍​

“What‍​​ is inside my‍​ heart?”

“Something⁠⁠ foreign.”

“Something⁠ foreign?”

“Something⁠ that doesn’t fit‌‍​ with who you​ are now.”

Her⁠‌ tone became serious.‌

“But​​​ it is undoubtedly‍ something you created‌ yourself. Something that‍‍ could never coexist​⁠‍ within people like⁠​​ us, possessors of‍‌⁠ a Red Circle.”​​

“Is​⁠⁠ that why you‍‍‌ provoked me?”

“Yes.⁠‌​ I needed to‍‌ push you to‍⁠ your limit before⁠⁠‍ you discovered the‌‍ reason yourself.”

Her⁠‌ gesture made it​ clear that she​‍​ had no other​ intention.

And⁠ in truth, what‌​ could she possibly⁠​ want from him?‍⁠‍

Lucy⁠‌‍ Philiaz.

The​ owner of the​‍​ Pavilion of Roses.‍⁠

The⁠⁠‍ Big Sister of‍⁠‍ all witches.

The‌​ most powerful mage​ of all.

And,​‌ on top of​ that, an absolute‍‌ authority among Red‌ Circle possessors.

That⁠⁠​ alone was enough‌‍ to justify it.‌​

“So⁠​ tell me, little‍ one. Can you⁠‌‍ tell me what​‍ it is?”

Perda​‌ found it difficult‌ to open his​​​ mouth.

He⁠ knew there was‍‌‍ no point in‍‍‍ hiding it anymore‍‌⁠ after falling into‍⁠​ her scheme.

Because‌ it was one‍‌​ of his greatest​ shames.

“Don’t​​‍ be afraid and‍‌​ speak. After all,​‌⁠ we’re practically husband‌‍ and wife, aren’t​‌ we?”

“…What?”⁠⁠⁠

Perda‍⁠ looked at her‌ in complete disbelief.⁠⁠⁠

Lucy​‍ smiled sideways.

“Ha!‌‌‌ You’ve lifted my​​‍ veil. Doesn’t that⁠‍ mean the groom​‌ has seen the‌⁠ bride’s face?”

“Don’t​ talk nonsense.”

“You’re‌⁠ really fun to​​ tease. You have‌⁠ an adorable side.”​

She‍ covered her mouth‍‌ with one hand‍‍ as she laughed.‍‍‍

Her‌⁠ crescent-moon-shaped eyes sparkled​⁠​ mischievously.

“We’ve‌‌‌ lightened the mood‍⁠ with a joke.⁠⁠ Now answer me.”​‌⁠

He‍⁠ still felt uncomfortable,​ but the pressure⁠ from before had‌​​ disappeared.

Just​‍‌ as she had​​‌ said, the atmosphere⁠‍‌ had softened.

“This⁠​​ is…”

The⁠ thing that had‍‌⁠ killed his enemies.‌

The⁠ thing that had⁠‌⁠ killed his family.​​

The⁠ thing that had‍ killed his fiancée.‌‌

“My⁠⁠ anger.”

He​ felt like a sinner confessing his⁠​ sins.

Lucy‌‌ watched him silently.​​

“Think⁠‍‌ again.”

But⁠⁠ that answer was⁠​ very far from​‌‌ what Perda had‌⁠ expected.

“Why?”​‍⁠

“Why⁠ do you think?⁠ Because that isn’t‌ anger.”

No.‍​⁠

It‌‌⁠ was anger.

At⁠‍ least, that was‌ what he believed.‌​

When‌​ he heard that‌ voice.

When​⁠‍ Ruri was threatened​​ and he was‌​​ forced to yield.​

And‍⁠ when he nearly​‌​ killed his father,​⁠‍ Eremvalt Rosnova, with​ his own hands.‍

If‍​‌ that wasn’t anger,‌​ then what was​ it?

“Think‌ again. There must‌‍ be something that⁠​ made you mistake​‍‍ it for something⁠​ else.”

Perda​⁠‍ followed her advice.​‌⁠

He⁠‌​ abandoned the answer⁠‌ he had accepted‌ as truth and‌‌‌ searched for another.‌

He‍ returned to that⁠ dream in which​⁠ he was trying⁠⁠ to kill Valdrova.​

And‍⁠ he asked himself.‍​

‘Was‌‌‍ that really anger?’‌

No.‍‍

It⁠ wasn’t.

The⁠⁠‌ only thing he‍⁠ felt after killing‍ her was emptiness.​‌

The⁠⁠ same emotion that‌‌ had sent him​‌‌ back to the⁠ past.

Then‍⁠‌ he thought that‍‌ perhaps it was​‌ emptiness.

But‍​‍ that wasn’t the⁠‍​ correct answer either.‍​

Following⁠​​ that thread, he‌‍‌ moved forward step⁠⁠ by step.

And‌‍​ something surprising happened.‌

That⁠ which he had‍ never been able⁠‌‌ to perceive began‌ to take shape.‌​⁠

That‍⁠ feeling had existed‌ even before his⁠‍ romantic feelings for⁠‍‍ her were born.‌​⁠

The⁠​‌ thing that silently⁠‌‍ asserted its existence‍ with every beat‌ of his heart.⁠‍‍

At‌‍‌ last, he found‌ its true name.‌

“Regret.”​‍‍

Yes.⁠‌​

It‌ was regret.

That‍ voice born from‍​ anxiety was the​‌​ regret dwelling within‌⁠‍ him.

The⁠ ashes left behind‌​‌ after everything upon‍ the earth had‍ been burned away.‍‌‌

Those‌‌‌ ashes still rested⁠‍‍ in a corner⁠‍ of his heart.​‍​

“So‌‌ that was it.”‍​⁠

Perda‍‍‌ did not even‍‌ have time to⁠ ask.

Lucy⁠​‍ spoke first.

“Then⁠‍‌ was that love‌ also born from​​ regret?”

Perda‍​ nodded.

“I‍ know. It’s something⁠ disgusting.”

“Hmm?”‍⁠

Lucy‍ raised an eyebrow‌​ as she stared​​ at him.

“I‌‍​ don’t know what‌ misunderstanding you’re carrying‍ around, but I don’t consider it‍⁠‌ disgusting, little one.”‍‌

“That⁠​ wasn’t how it​​⁠ sounded when you‍ were talking.”

“That’s⁠​‌ your imagination. Why⁠⁠⁠ would I consider‌ it disgusting? If‌ you hadn’t had⁠‌⁠ those feelings, do​ you think you‍ would ever have⁠⁠ truly come to‌⁠‌ know Valdrova?”

Perda‌⁠⁠ could answer immediately.‌‌‌

Never.‍

He⁠‌ only truly came⁠‌‍ to understand Valdrova‌ after killing her.⁠‌

Before‌​ that, he had‌⁠ called her an‍ evil dragon.

He‌​ said she deserved‍ to die.

When‍‌ he went off⁠⁠⁠ to war, he‍ celebrated that the​‌‍ age of dragons​‌ would end and‌⁠​ give way to‌ the age of‌⁠​ humans.

He​ never listened to‌⁠‌ her voice.

But​ now those memories⁠‍ echoed with cruel‍ clarity.

“Valdrova​⁠⁠ is a truly⁠ unfortunate woman.”

“…”‌⁠⁠

“Good​‌‌ people never approached‍ her. She was‍ always surrounded by‍‌​ people who only⁠ wanted to take​⁠ advantage of her.‌⁠‌ She never had‌​‌ any luck with⁠ people.”

“…”‌

“And‌​ on top of⁠‌ that, she was​‍​ absurdly shy. Even‌‍‌ though she possessed‌ power capable of​ tearing apart every‍​ monster that invaded⁠⁠‌ the Far East,‌⁠ she never asserted‍ her authority. She⁠​ brought many of​⁠ her misfortunes upon⁠ herself.”

Valdrova‌​⁠ never ruled over​ others.

The‍​⁠ nobility knew she⁠ protected the Far‌⁠ East because of​‌‍ the guilt she⁠⁠ carried in her⁠⁠⁠ heart and took⁠​‍ advantage of it.‌⁠​

Refusing​‌ to impose authority.⁠​

Refusing​‌ to claim what⁠​​ belonged to her.⁠‍‍

That‌‌​ was seen as⁠ the behavior of​ a coward terrified⁠⁠ of the consequences.⁠‍

“She‍ isn’t shy.”

Perda⁠‍ contradicted her almost‌​‌ instantly.

“Oh,‍‍‍ she isn’t?”

“She‍ acts that way‍ precisely because she‌‌‌ is stronger than‌ anyone else.”

To​ Perda, it had​‌‍ nothing to do‌‍ with cowardice.

He‍ himself had been‌ the worst mage‍ on the continent.​‌​

And‍​ it wasn’t only⁠ because of his​⁠ desire for revenge.‍

Every⁠‌ time he prepared​⁠ a new act⁠‌⁠ of retaliation, he​ lived expecting a surprise attack.

He​‌​ slept little.

He​ constantly maintained barriers.​

He‍​‌ lived trapped in​ paranoia.

He​⁠⁠ was an avenger.⁠‌

But‍‌ he was also‌⁠ a coward.

He⁠ always needed a guarantee of victory.​‌‌

And‍‍ when he didn’t​‍​ have one, he​‌​ had no problem⁠ resorting to despicable⁠‌‌ methods.

That​ was why he⁠‍​ knew.

If⁠‌ Valdrova had truly⁠⁠⁠ been a coward,‍ she would have⁠​‍ dominated everyone.

She​​‌ would have crushed‍ even the heavens‌​ above her head⁠⁠ to guarantee her​​ own safety.

Lucy⁠ watched him silently​ before speaking.

“Your⁠‍‍ head.”

“Hm?”‌​

“Bring​⁠ your head closer.”‍‍⁠

Perda⁠ hesitated for a moment, but obeyed.⁠

Lucy⁠ stood on her‌ tiptoes and tried‌ to place a hand on his‌​​ head.

“Hm.‍‍‌ Even so, I can’t reach.”

She‌⁠ sighed.

“I‍⁠ suppose it can’t⁠⁠‌ be helped.”

Then‍‍⁠ she pulled him‍‌ downward and wrapped⁠​ her arms around⁠‍‌ his head.

She​‌ began stroking him​‌ as though comforting‌​​ a child.

“There,‍​‍ there.”

“What⁠⁠ exactly are you​ doing…?”

“Shh.⁠ Be quiet. It’s‍⁠‌ not good to‍‍ ruin a pleasant‍‌​ moment.”

Perda‍ did not even⁠⁠‌ have a chance‌⁠⁠ to ask.

“Little‌‌⁠ one, you amuse⁠​⁠ me. It’s been​⁠ a very long‌‌ time since I felt this kind⁠‌​ of youthful freshness‌​‍ while talking to⁠⁠‌ a man.”

She⁠​‍ enjoyed it for‌ about five minutes.‌

Only​ then did she​ let him go.‌‍

“Shouldn’t⁠‍ a good child‌ be rewarded?”

When⁠‍​ Perda looked at‍ her, he saw⁠⁠‌ that her face‍‍​ was filled with⁠⁠​ satisfaction.

“Those‍ two emotions you‌‌⁠ carry within you⁠​ will eventually become‌‍‌ a blessing.”

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