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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 116: The Wonderful Principle

Chapter 116: The Wonderful Principle

Lucy‍ released Perda’s hand‍‍ and plucked a rose petal from‍ the garden.

When​​ she squeezed it​⁠​ in her small⁠ hand, it instantly‌‍⁠ transformed into dried‌​⁠ tobacco leaves and⁠‌‍ entered her pipe.‌⁠​

She‍‍⁠ lit a flame​ with her fingers,‍‌⁠ ignited it, and​‍‌ took another deep⁠ draw of smoke.​‍

Perda,‍‍‍ who had waited⁠⁠ for her to⁠⁠‍ finish, finally asked.‍

“What​ do you mean⁠ that it will‍⁠​ become a blessing?”⁠

He‍​ could not understand​ those words.

Lucy​‍​ smiled with the​‌ composure of an​ adult and replied.‌⁠

“As⁠⁠⁠ you already know,⁠⁠⁠ the cultivation of​ a Blue Circle‍ is generally born⁠‌ from meditation.”

Most‌ Blue Circle training​‍​ methods begin with​‍ meditation.

Emptying​ the mind or​‌​ focusing on a single thought, maintaining‍‌‌ a steady rhythm,⁠​‍ and shaping mana​⁠⁠ circuits.

And‍‍ if someone wanted‍ to sabotage those​​⁠ people, the logical‌‍ thing would be​‍ to break that‍‌‍ serenity.

“Then⁠ what is the‍​ source of strength​⁠⁠ for a Red​​‌ Circle?”

“The‌⁠ emotions that gave⁠ birth to the‌⁠‌ circle.”

“Exactly.⁠‌‍ If it began‍ with joy, it‌⁠​ will grow through‌‍ even greater joy.⁠ If it began‌ with hatred, it​ will grow through​⁠‌ even deeper hatred.​​ That is how‌⁠​ it evolves.”

Lucy‌⁠‌ nodded.

“Then​⁠‍ what hinders them?”‌​‍

“Contradictions‍‌ and dilemmas.”

A person who hates​​⁠ loses their life​ as a mage‌‌ the moment they‌ lose their reason​‌ to hate.

When‍​ contradictions or dilemmas​ appear, emotions cool‍​​ down and lose‌⁠​ intensity.

Perda‌ knew this better‍⁠ than anyone because​‍⁠ he had always‍​ lived with that​​‍ in mind.

“Right​​‌ now there are‍ two emotions inside⁠⁠ you. Love and‍​‍ regret.”

“That’s​​‍ right.”

“If‍ you wanted to‍ grow stronger by‍‌‍ following only traditional‌ Red Circle theory,​ you would have⁠ to nurture your‌​ love and suppress‌ your regret so⁠​‌ that you grow​⁠​ solely through that‍ love. Isn’t that‍ correct?”

Up​​‍ to that point,​​ Perda already knew.​

He​⁠ nodded slightly and‍‌⁠ asked.

“Then‍⁠‌ are you saying‌⁠ you know how​​​ to eliminate that⁠‍ regret?”

Lucy​‌⁠ shook her head.⁠

“That​ would be a foolish decision, little‍ one. Are you‌ planning to burn​​‍ down a house‌​ because you’re afraid‍‌‍ of fleas? If​​ even one emotion‍ disappears, the balance​‍ will collapse.”

“What‍‌ do you mean?”​‌

“That⁠⁠ all emotions are​​ connected by causality.”‍

Lucy​‌‌ took a deep​‍⁠ draw of smoke.‍‍

“The‌‍ existence of something‍ negative allows something⁠‌ positive to exist.‌​​ It is precisely​ because that regret‍ exists that your​ love exists as‌ well.”

Perda​‍⁠ frowned slightly.

“If‌‍‌ I do not​‌ eliminate the regret,‌​‍ it will continue‌‍ testing me.”

Even‌‌⁠ as he said‌‌ it, he still‍‌ felt that it‌ was nothing more⁠‍ than an unnecessary‌‍⁠ burden.

Lucy⁠‌‌ had surely expected​‌‍ that reaction.

After‌‍ all, she had‌⁠⁠ also mastered a Red Circle.

“Then​ I will answer⁠‍ with another question.⁠‌ Why does that⁠‌‍ regret exist?”

“That‌​ is…”

When‍‍‍ Perda hesitated, Lucy‌​​ added.

“You‌‌ do not need​‍‍ to answer me.​ Think carefully and​‍⁠ find the answer​‍ yourself.”

Because​‍ he had killed‍‌‌ Valdrova.

The‌‌‍ purest person of‌‌ all.

If⁠‌⁠ he eliminated that​ regret.

What​ would happen to​ his feelings toward‍‍​ her?

And​‌​ then he understood.​

He⁠​ understood why he​⁠​ must not get​⁠‍ rid of it.‌

“Little‌ one, your regret‍​​ is like your⁠ heart. If it​⁠‍ is excessive or⁠‍ insufficient, something will​​ go wrong. If‌ it disappears completely,‍⁠‌ you will die.⁠‍‍ But if you‍⁠ learn to control​‌ it, it will​‌⁠ become a magnificent‌​⁠ source of power.⁠​ Do you understand?”⁠

Perda⁠⁠ nodded.

“Then⁠‍ what should I do?”

Lucy‌‌‌ drew a line‍‌‍ in the air⁠‌​ with her index‍​ finger.

“You‌​ must establish a boundary.”

“A‌ boundary?”

“If‍‌‍ you raise a barrier that prevents‍​⁠ emotions from mixing​⁠‌ together, you will‌‌⁠ be able to‌​ understand exactly what‍⁠⁠ each one is‍‌ made of.”

As​‌ a Red Circle​ mage, Perda more⁠⁠ or less understood⁠⁠​ what she meant.​‍

Emotions‌​ are ambiguous, like‍‍​ mixed paints.

If‌‍​ no attention is‌​​ paid to them,​‍ they spill, blend‌‌‌ together, and become⁠ muddy until they‍‍​ lose their essence.‌

And⁠ the moment that​​‌ essence disappears, the⁠‍​ growth of a Red Circle dies‍‌ as well.

In‌ that sense, Perda⁠ had been a prodigy.

He‌ had transformed absolutely​ everything into anger⁠‌‍ and, thanks to‍​ that, reached a pure 9 Circle.‍​‍

‘But‍⁠​ this time I have to separate​ them.’

It⁠⁠⁠ was the first‍‍‍ time he possessed⁠‍​ a mana circle‍ driven by love.‍

And​‌‍ also the first‍‍​ time regret had‌⁠ interfered.

Naturally,​‍⁠ it was also‍‌ the first time​‍ he had to‌⁠ raise two separate⁠‌ barriers.

A mana circuit fueled​ both by his‌‌​ love for Valdrova‌ and by his⁠ regret.

How‍⁠ was he supposed⁠‍‌ to separate them?⁠‍

“That‌⁠‌ is precisely why,​​ little one, you‌‌ have already taken​ the first step.”​

“What‍ first step?”

“Shape‌​ of Shadow.”

It‌⁠ was the mana​ cultivation method recorded⁠⁠ within Barbatos’s Shadow‍​⁠ Arts.

“Do⁠‍​ you remember the‌‌‍ phrase? The shadow​⁠‌ becomes me, and​⁠‌ I become the​ shadow.”

Perda‌⁠‍ nodded.

“The⁠⁠ answer is there.”‌‍

And‍‌‍ with that, the⁠​ explanation ended.

Perda‌​‍ felt she had​ left the sentence​ unfinished, but Lucy‍​ showed no intention‌‌ of continuing.

“Now⁠​⁠ then, what other​ reward could I give you…?”

She‌‍ lightly moved her​​‍ pipe.

“Hmm…”​

She​ stared at the⁠ pipe for several‍ seconds and then‍ smiled.

Perda⁠‍ suspected she was‌ about to give‍ him something useless.⁠​​

Then‌ the thorn-covered vines⁠‍ surrounding Lucy began⁠‍‌ gathering around her​​ hand.

They‍​ looked like a hundred serpents intertwining​ chaotically.

And​​ finally they spat​​ something out.

It‍‍ was a straight‌⁠ branch.

Perhaps⁠ because he examined‍ it carefully, he⁠‍⁠ noticed that it​​ resembled the pipe‍‍‍ Lucy was holding.​​⁠

“What‌⁠‌ do you think‍‌ this is?”

“…A​​‌ pipe?”

“Why‌‌ would I give‍‌ you something like⁠ that? You are⁠​‍ far too young‍‌ to understand the​ true charm of⁠‍​ tobacco.”

She⁠ exhaled smoke with‌ an irritatingly satisfied​‍‌ expression, as though⁠​‍ telling him never‍ to smoke.

Of⁠ course, Perda had⁠ smoked before.

But⁠​⁠ he had given‌ up the habit‍ because he hated‌‍ that feeling of‌⁠ mental dullness.

Just⁠ as he was⁠‌‍ about to ask‌ what it really​ was—

Crackle!​‌

Red​‍ sparks danced around⁠ the branch.

It‌⁠ was the Lightning⁠‍ of Defiance.

Lucy‌ smiled with amusement​‌‍ when she saw​‍ Perda’s expression.

“It⁠‌‌ is called Jibal.”​​‍

“Jibal?”⁠⁠‍

“That‌ is what I named it. It⁠ is a magic​‍​ staff created by‌⁠​ me.”

“I‌​ see.”

“Do‍⁠ you remember that‌​‍ branch struck by‍‍⁠ my lightning? The‌​ one that would‍⁠ drive any mage​‍‍ mad. This will‍ absorb that power​⁠ on its own.‍‍ Once it does,‌ the instability will​ disappear, and you‌ will also be⁠‌ able to use‍​⁠ that power in‌​ its full capacity.”⁠‍‍

She‍​​ did not understand‌ why she was​‍ explaining all of⁠​⁠ this to him.​‌​

From​ the context, it‌⁠ seemed obvious that​‌‍ she intended to‌⁠ give it to‌‌ him, but Perda​‍ did not want‍ to assume that‌⁠ so easily.

It⁠ could be another​⁠‌ test meant to‍​ probe his desires.​‌

“Take⁠​ it.”

As​‍‍ hard as it⁠⁠ was to believe,​​ that was indeed‍⁠​ the case.

Lucy‍‍⁠ had even told‌​ him directly to​‌ take it, but‌ Perda did not‌⁠‍ reach out.

“My⁠‌‌ arm is going‌‌⁠ to fall off,‍ little one. Whether​‌ it looks that‌​‍ way or not,⁠ I am a delicate young lady.”‌‍​

“……”​⁠

“I‍​‍ am giving you‍⁠ a gift, and⁠​ yet you are​⁠ making that face‌‌ like a pig‌​ who has just‍​ been served an​‍ enormous plate of‍ food. Why? Do​‌ you think I am going to⁠‍ sacrifice you?”

“That⁠‍ seems quite likely.”​‍⁠

Lucy‌​⁠ burst out laughing.​⁠⁠

“How‍‌‌ insolent. Did it‍⁠‍ never occur to⁠ you that I might simply give​ it to you​‌⁠ for free?”

“Because‍ the people who​ did that died​‌⁠ a long time⁠‌ ago.”

“That’s‍‌ true. You’re right.”​⁠

She​ laughed cheerfully.

“As⁠‌ I said before,‌​⁠ I like helping‍⁠⁠ women with tragic​‍ destinies. And Valdrova⁠​‍ also carries a tragic destiny. I wanted to help⁠‌‍ her, but it​‌⁠ was not easy.”‍‍⁠

“Why?”‌​‌

“Because⁠‌ she has an‌‌⁠ extremely vicious dog​ around her, doesn’t‍ she?”

There‌​​ was no need⁠ to ask whom​​ she meant.

After‍⁠ all, that vicious‌‌ dog was the‍ one preventing her‌​​ from entering that‌‌⁠ space.

‘When​⁠ I return, who‍‌ knows what she’ll‌ do this time.’​⁠​

Perda‍⁠ had already mentally​​‌ prepared himself to‌​​ be scrubbed again.​‌⁠

Just⁠‍​ thinking about that‌‌ green towel Ruri‍ carried was enough‍‍‌ to make him‍ tense.

“How​‍ could I help‌ her when that‍‌‍ little puppy keeps​‍ insisting that she​‍ cannot trust the⁠ words of a witch?”

It⁠‍ was natural that​‍ she did not‍⁠‍ trust her.

Ruri‌​ was Valdrova’s maid.‌​‍

Lucy​​‍ was one of​‌⁠ the most infamous‍ witches on the⁠ continent.

There‍​​ was no way‌‌‍ Ruri would stand‌⁠ by and watch‌ while a witch‌ manipulated Valdrova.

“Since​​ I had no‍ way to approach‌​​ her, I thought​ I could help‍⁠​ her through you.​​‌ Even if you⁠​‍ are a man,‍⁠‍ I see no​​ reason to worry‍⁠⁠ if your intention⁠ is to save‌ a woman with⁠ such an unfortunate‌​ destiny.”

Hearing​‍ that, Perda did‌⁠ not feel that‌⁠ she was lying.‍‌

He‍‍‍ had already sensed‍ it during their⁠‌‍ confrontation in the‌​⁠ past.

Even‌ though she was⁠⁠ the leader of‍​ the witches, he‌ had never felt‌⁠​ genuine malice from‌⁠ Lucy.

Rather,‍‌​ she seemed like‍ someone who, just​⁠ like him now,​⁠‍ had reached the​​​ void and become​ extraordinarily serene.

Was​​ he being manipulated?‍

Or⁠‍​ did she simply‍⁠⁠ have confidence in‌‍⁠ herself?

If​​ he was being⁠‍‌ manipulated, it meant‍‌‍ he did not⁠​ trust himself.

If‌⁠‍ he was certain,‍ it meant the‍​‌ opposite.

He​ had no other‍ choice.

At​‌‌ last, Perda took​​ the staff.

The‍ moment he grasped​ the blunt end‍ that Lucy offered​‍ him, a change⁠ occurred.

The‍‍ branch instantly transformed⁠ into an elegant‌‌ black staff.

Its​‌ form matched Perda’s⁠ appearance and presence‍ perfectly, as though‌​ it had been‍​‌ designed specifically for⁠ him.

The⁠ change in appearance‌ was not all​⁠ that surprising.

Many‍ other staffs could‌ do that.

What‍‌⁠ truly surprised him⁠⁠‍ was something else.‍⁠⁠

‘I⁠ can’t feel any​ mana inside it.’⁠

Normally,‌ staves and wands‌⁠ possess an internal‍ mana reservoir to‍‍‌ assist in spellcasting.⁠​

The‌ better the staff,⁠‌ the larger that⁠‌ reservoir.

But‌‌ even the worst​ ones have one.​‌

Just​‌‌ in case, Perda‌‍ sent mana into‍‌⁠ it.

Crackle!‌‌‌

Red‍​​ sparks immediately began⁠​‍ bursting around the‍‌‍ staff.

‘It‌‌‌ doesn’t release previously‌⁠ stored mana. It‌ transforms it instantly.’⁠⁠​

He⁠⁠ could cast magic​‌ the very moment⁠‍​ he wished.

And‍ because it stored​​ no mana, to⁠ any observer it‍​⁠ was nothing more​ than an ordinary​ staff.

Practically‌​⁠ every mage’s dream.⁠

“I​‍‍ will take proper‌‌‌ care of it.”‌

“Hmm?‍​‍ Why did you‌ suddenly start speaking‍‌⁠ respectfully to me?”⁠‍⁠

“Because‌‍⁠ you have helped⁠⁠ me too much.‍‌ How could I not show respect?”⁠‌‍

“Hmm,‌‍ is that so?”‍

Lucy‍ smiled with satisfaction.‌

“What‍ a considerate child.”‍

She​ looked at him‍‍ with a mischievous⁠​ gaze.

It​​ seemed as though​ honey would drip‌‍ from her eyes.⁠‍⁠

“Do⁠‌ you need anything​ else?”

“I⁠‍ would like you​‌ to give me‍​‍ another hint about⁠ how Shape of‍ Shadow is the‍ answer…”

“Haha.‍‌ So all that‍⁠⁠ praise was just​ to get to‍ this?”

It⁠​‌ would be a lie to say⁠ it was not.​

Now​‌ that she was​ in a good​‍‌ mood, Perda had⁠⁠​ to take advantage⁠‍​ of it.

“Very​⁠‍ well. I will‍​​ explain it. In​⁠​ the East, there⁠⁠ is a concept‌ called the Unity‌​‌ of the Soul⁠‍‍ and the Self.​⁠ Turning something into⁠ an extension of⁠​ your own body.​⁠​ Isn’t that the‍​‍ very essence of​ the Shadow Arts?”⁠

“Yes.”​

“Then‌‍ if you truly​ believe that the‌​ shadow can become‍‌ you, what would‌⁠ be impossible?”

What⁠‌ did that mean?‌​‌

Perda​​ wanted a more⁠ detailed explanation.

But‌ before he could​ ask, a small⁠⁠ finger touched his⁠‍ lips.

“This‍⁠‌ is the last‌‍ bit of goodwill⁠‍​ I can offer‍ you. A hint⁠⁠ and a wonderful⁠ principle.”

Lucy’s‍ small finger slowly​ slid upward until‍‍‌ it touched Perda’s‍⁠ forehead.

At⁠ that instant, his​⁠​ consciousness was pulled​‍⁠ somewhere else.

When⁠ he opened his‍ eyes again, he⁠⁠ was standing exactly‍⁠ where he had​‌‌ received the invitation.‍‍

***‌​

After⁠‌​ Perda disappeared, only​ witches remained in‍ the Garden of​‌⁠ Witches.

Lucy‌ covered her face‍‌‍ with the black‍‌⁠ veil once more‍ and returned to‍⁠ the Rose Pavilion.‌‌

The⁠‍ witches resumed their‍​ usual conversations and​ laughter.

“So,‍⁠ what did you‌‍ think of that​‌ Perda fellow?”

“An​ insolent brat. He‍⁠​ dared to speak‌‍​ informally to our​‌ Big Sister.”

“I​⁠ wanted to put‍‍ saliva under his‌⁠⁠ fingernails.”

“There’s‌​⁠ nothing better than⁠‍‍ watching a man⁠ that serious scream.”⁠‌​

“I‍⁠‌ prefer moans. I’d⁠ make him moan‍ for three hours.”​⁠

The⁠‍ witches laughed as‍‌ they shared their⁠ twisted fetishes.

Then⁠‍ one of them‍​ looked at Lucy.⁠​⁠

“You​⁠‍ seem very calm‍‌‌ today, Big Sister.⁠ Is this your‌⁠​ new persona?”

Lucy‌​ Philiaz.

The​⁠⁠ eldest sister of​⁠⁠ them all.

She⁠‌‍ seemed completely uninterested‍​‌ in the conversation​​ and merely smoked​ in silence.

The‍⁠‍ others continued.

“It’s‌​ true. You don’t‍ seem like yourself.”‌‌

“It’s​​‍ been a long​ time since you⁠​ saw a man.​‍‌ You must have​‌ gotten excited.”

“Youth.​​ It’s youth.”

Lucy‌‍ tapped the ash‌ from her pipe.​

Despite‌⁠ all the teasing,‌ she did not‍ show the slightest‌ irritation.

At‌⁠ last, she spoke.‍⁠⁠

“Perda⁠‌ Valdrova.”

The⁠‍ name emerged together⁠ with a cloud‍‌ of smoke.

Whenever​​​ a man’s name‌ came from Lucy’s​ mouth, it meant‍​ he had become‌⁠ a target.

“What‌‌⁠ do you want​ to do with‌ him?”

“I‍⁠ wonder what sort‌‌‍ of scheme he⁠ is plotting.”

Lucy‌​ answered calmly.

“Find​​‍ out more about​⁠ him.”

“That’s⁠‌ all? You have‌‌‌ nothing else to⁠ assign us?”

“Yes.”‍​⁠

Lucy‌ added something as⁠‍⁠ if she had‍⁠ just remembered it.‍‍⁠

“None‍ of you are‍‌ to approach that‍⁠ child without my⁠⁠‌ permission.”

The​ laughter stopped.

“That’s⁠ a strange order.​‍‌ Even though he’s⁠​‍ a man?”

“Has‍ our Big Sister​​​ finally become interested​‌ in men?”

“What⁠‍⁠ a pathetic group.”⁠⁠‍

Lucy⁠‍⁠ shook her head.​‍

“It’s​‌⁠ not because of​⁠‍ the sort of⁠⁠‌ shallow amusement you‌‌ all enjoy.”

She⁠‍ looked up at‍‌⁠ the witches.

“I‌ simply do not‌⁠ want to see‍ you die at​‌​ that child’s hands.”⁠‍⁠

“…What?”‍

“How​‍ does that make​​‍ any sense? A brat who’s only​⁠‌ nineteen would kill‌ us?”

If​‍ anyone else had⁠‌‍ said it, they‌‌⁠ would have assumed‌​ it was a joke.

But​⁠ Lucy’s words carried​⁠ weight.

She⁠‍ never spoke nonsense‍‍ when addressing witches.‍⁠‍

“Then⁠‍ are you talking‍⁠​ about some kind‍⁠‍ of past-life story?”​​‌

“Do⁠ you think it’s⁠ something that trivial?”‌‍

Lucy⁠ slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.‌‌⁠

“That⁠ child already erased⁠ my existence from‌‍​ this world once.”‍

“Did⁠‌ he invade this‌⁠ place?”

“He⁠ didn’t merely invade‍​‍ it.”

Another​ cloud of smoke.‍

“He‌‍ took my life⁠​​ as well.”

Every​ witch fell silent.​‍⁠

It​‍⁠ was a silent‍ question.

And‌ a profound shock.‌

Limbo⁠ was a place‍‌​ that was impossible⁠ for almost any‍⁠‍ existence to trace.‌

And‍‍​ yet someone had‍⁠‍ entered it and‍‍ killed Lucy Philiaz,‌​ the mother of⁠ all witches.

It​ was practically impossible.‍

The​ witches who had‍⁠‌ been joking only‍ moments ago became​‍⁠ completely silent.

For⁠‌ the first time,‍ the Rose Pavilion⁠‍ fell into absolute⁠⁠⁠ silence.

Each​‍ of them processed‍ those words in​‌​ her own way.⁠

‘If‌​ I died at‌ that time, then​ there was undoubtedly⁠​​ a reason.’

Lucy⁠​‌ considered it another⁠ message directed toward‌ herself.

She​‌‍ did not know‌‍‍ its meaning.

But‌‍​ she did know⁠‍​ one thing.

Perda​‌‍ was special.

‘Was‍⁠​ all of that‌⁠ also because of‌ her?’

Lucy⁠‌‌ released a small​​ amount of mana⁠ onto her hand.‌‌

The‍‍ mana took on⁠‌ a definite shape.‍‌

A rune.

The‍‍ very same rune⁠⁠ that had lodged‌ itself in Echidna’s⁠​​ heart and nearly⁠ killed her without‌‍ Lucy being able⁠​​ to do anything.⁠

That‍ rune was an‌‌​ enormous accumulation of​ information created purely⁠‍ from emotions.

‘Does‍​ this rune represent‍ that child’s regret?’‌

Like‌ Echidna, Lucy tried⁠​ to test it⁠ slightly.

But‍​⁠ she immediately withdrew‌​ her hand.

Even‌‍ she could not‌​‌ endure it.

She,‍ who was regarded‍⁠ as an absolute​ authority among Red⁠​⁠ Circle users.

She​ could not comprehend‌‌‌ how a human​ being could contain⁠⁠ such an immense‌​⁠ amount of emotion.‌​​

The‌​​ answer was obvious.​​

‘He⁠​ must have turned⁠⁠‍ back time.’

It​ was impossible not​‍ to wonder how⁠ he had accomplished‍ it.

To​‌ reach that level,‌ one had to⁠ attain the Ninth​‌‍ Circle, the domain​ of demigods, and⁠⁠ use a Wish.​‌⁠

‘Did‌‌ he truly reach⁠ that place I could never attain?’​⁠

It​ would be a lie to say‍ she felt no⁠‌‌ envy.

But​​ she understood that‍ it was pointless‍‌ and extinguished the⁠‍ emotion.

‘To‌ use a Wish⁠⁠​ in order to⁠ sing of regret…’⁠

Lucy⁠​‌ smiled.

“At⁠ least, for a while, I won’t⁠ be bored anymore.”⁠​‌

After​‌⁠ more than a thousand years, an‍⁠ emotion that had‌‌⁠ been worn away‍​ by the passage⁠⁠⁠ of time began​‌ beating within her‌ chest once more.‍‌⁠

And‌‍ that emotion was,‍​ without a doubt,‌‍‍ excitement.

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