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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 12: The Most Opportune Moment

Chapter 12: The Most Opportune Moment

Human‍‌ memory is finite‍​‍ and unstable.

But‌​‍ just as one⁠‌​ doesn’t forget how‌‌‌ to breathe, there’s‌​ always something that‍​‍ inevitably remains remembered.​‌

In‍‍ Perda’s case, it⁠ was the object​ of his hatred.​

Not​ just names, but‌ a list of‌‌ those he wanted‌‍ to hate and‌ take revenge on—a​ list of deaths.⁠⁠⁠

To​ hate them, he‌‌⁠ dug into their‍ achievements.

To​‌ take revenge, he‍‌‌ carefully memorized their⁠‌​ flaws.

‘Thinking‍ about it now,​⁠⁠ it was completely‍​‍ absurd.’

The​‍⁠ reasons he had‌ come to hate‍​ them were full‍‌​ of paranoia.

They‌ were such petty⁠ matters that now​⁠ they embarrassed him.‍

‘In⁠ any case, in⁠ this return to‍‌ the past, they’ve⁠​ become useful information.’‌

Perda​ clearly knew the⁠‍ weaknesses and strengths​ of those who‌‌‌ would later become‍‌‍ important figures.

People‍ who, had they‌ acted differently, could​⁠ have done better.​‍‍

Individuals⁠ who would have⁠ succeeded if they‍ had paid attention​⁠​ to a certain‌​‌ talent earlier.

‘There⁠ are so many⁠‌ outstanding people.’

Too⁠ many, in fact.⁠

Trying‍‍‌ to recruit them⁠⁠​ all was, in‍‌⁠ practice, impossible.

Just‌‍ those who stirred⁠ his greed numbered​⁠⁠ over a hundred,⁠‍ and clearly not‍‌ all could work⁠⁠‌ together.

‘First,‌ I must set​​‌ priorities.’

Now,‍ as the dragon‍ queen’s fiancé and⁠ regent, Perda thought​ about what was​⁠ most necessary.

‘Valdrova’s​‍‍ territory is currently‌ in neglect.’

The⁠‌ queen did not⁠‍​ intervene directly and​ left administration to​ the feudal lords.‌⁠

Without‍ supervision, the people’s⁠‍ discontent had greatly⁠ grown.

‘I​⁠ should take care‍‍ of civil affairs.’​​

However,​‍ deciding was easier​‍ than carrying it⁠‌ out.

When‌‌ a king interfered‍⁠ in a lord’s‌ lands, resistance or‌ even civil war‍‌‌ was not uncommon.‌​‌

‘Although​ that point has‌‍⁠ already been resolved⁠ without trouble.’

When​‌‌ he sent letters,‍‌‍ he was sure‍ the lords would‌‌‌ react with rejection.‌

But​ that expectation failed⁠⁠ spectacularly—he received replies‍ from the fourteen‌‌ remaining lords swearing⁠​⁠ loyalty.

‘Seems⁠ Ruri’s act of​‌ hanging a head‍‍ on the castle‍⁠​ gate had quite‌ the effect.’

The⁠ lords understood they‍‌‌ could not underestimate⁠‍​ him, so for‌⁠​ now, he decided​‍​ to leave them‌‍ alone.

‘Then‌⁠‍ internal matters are​ more or less‍ settled. What about​ external threats?’

The​ main ones were‌‍​ monsters and demonic‍‌ creatures that caused⁠​​ chaos.

The‌⁠ queen’s domain lay⁠ in the easternmost‍‍​ region, near the⁠ lands tainted by⁠‍‌ the Demon King.‍

That​ corruption was slowly​‍ spreading into nearby‍‌​ areas.

‘One‍ of the main⁠ causes is lesser‌​ demons.’

Beasts​ born from corrupted⁠‌ magic, they could​ be found anywhere.‍

Even‌ in the central⁠ region of the‍‌‌ continent they occasionally‍ appeared, so on⁠⁠ the far eastern⁠‌ edge, near the⁠​‍ cursed lands, they‍‌ were far more⁠‌⁠ common.

‘The‍​ presence of lesser⁠​ demons taints the‍​ land.’

The‍‍​ longer they remained,​ the faster the⁠ devastation advanced.

No​ life could flourish,‌‍​ and the beings⁠ living there eventually⁠ became corrupted too.​

That’s‍⁠ why, wherever they‍ appeared, extermination missions‍‍ were always marked‍‍‍ as urgent.

‘If‍ I can reduce⁠‌‍ the casualties and‌⁠ land contamination they​⁠ cause…’

Naturally,‍​‌ there would be‌‌ more food and⁠​ civil life would‌​ recover.

If⁠⁠ Queen Valdrova defended‌ against external threats,⁠⁠‍ Perda had to‍​⁠ deal with the‌⁠ internal ones.

‘And‍ for that, what’s⁠⁠ indispensable is technique.’‍

Well-trained⁠⁠ soldiers alone weren’t‍​⁠ enough—civilians also needed‍ effective means to⁠⁠ hunt demons.

That‍ was the priority.‌⁠

With‌ that standard in‌​‌ mind, Perda reviewed‌ his death list⁠​ and selected a few people.

The​⁠ result was a total of four​ names.

“So‌​​ we must recruit‌⁠⁠ these people before‍⁠ anyone else.”

Ruri‌‍‌ took the paper‌‍ Perda handed her​​ and checked the‍ names.

Vernell​ Marquis

Zed⁠​ Swallow

Echidna⁠ Philiaz

Helus‍⁠ Povidas

As‍ soon as she‍ read them, she‍ frowned.

“These​‌⁠ are names I’ve‌​⁠ never heard before.”‍‌⁠

“That’s‍⁠⁠ natural. These are‌ people who haven’t​ stood out yet.”⁠‌

“I‌​ asked you to‌‍⁠ recruit talents, not‍​ invite your childhood‌‌ friends to play​‍ at court.”

Ruri’s​​ gaze sharpened.

Her​⁠ Dragon Fear, tinged⁠ with emotion, enveloped‌​ Perda.

‘There’s‌ definitely a change.’‍‍‍

After‌‍ the engagement, the⁠ effect of Dragon‌​ Fear on him‌‍ had weakened, but‌⁠⁠ it was still⁠⁠ uncomfortable.

After‍​‌ all, having a girl who looked‌⁠​ about fourteen glaring​⁠ daggers at you‍‍⁠ and feeling nothing​⁠ would be the‍⁠ weird part.

“Do‌‌⁠ you really see⁠⁠‍ me as someone‍‌ who’d do that?”‍⁠

“Exactly⁠‌ because you don’t⁠​‌ seem like it,‌​​ I’m even more‍‌ worried.”

“That‍​‍ sounds contradictory.”

“Be‍ that as it‌‌ may, could you​​‌ at least tell​‌​ me about them?​‍⁠ Aside from Helus‌​ Povidas, I know‌ absolutely nothing about​⁠ the other three.”‍‌

Helus​‍ Povidas was a mage known as‌​ the Sage of‍ Water.

It‍ was said his‍ advice was so​ wise that kings⁠⁠‌ and lords held⁠​⁠ it in great‌‌‌ esteem.

“I​ assure you the‌​​ other three are‍‌ even more important‍‌‌ than Helus Povidas.”⁠⁠

“Then‌‌‌ explain yourself.”

“The‌‍⁠ first one we​‌ must find is⁠​‍ this Vernell Marquis,‌‌ who lives in‌​ a city called⁠​‌ Escolea.”

Upon‌‍⁠ hearing the city’s‍‌ name, Ruri immediately⁠ asked,

“Is‍ he a scholar?”⁠​

“He⁠⁠ is.”

Escolea⁠​‍ was a city‍⁠​ located in the‌ central-eastern part of⁠ the continent, known​‍ as the city⁠​​ of scholars.

Like‌ a henhouse where⁠‍ one only seeks⁠ chickens or eggs,⁠ Ruri immediately understood⁠‍ he was a scholar.

“You‍ do know that⁠ scholars receive honorary⁠‌ titles, right?”

“I⁠​​ heard they’re granted‍​ upon graduating from⁠ the academy. And‍​‌ what about it?”⁠⁠‌

“A​‍ lot. Because this​ man received the‍​‌ title of Chaotic.”​‌‍

“Are⁠ you trying to⁠‌​ turn our castle​‍‍ into a disaster?‍‌‍ Showing your true‍‌‍ colors like this‍‍​ right after getting‌​‍ engaged is a poor choice.”

Since⁠‌ the title defined‍​‌ a scholar’s life,‍ negative words were⁠ rarely used.

That⁠ someone was directly⁠‌ called “Chaotic” meant​ even his peers‌ found him unbearable.​‌⁠

“There’s⁠⁠‌ a reason for‍​‍ that. It means‌​⁠ he attempts things⁠‍​ no one else​‍ dares try.”

“If‍⁠ scholars don’t try⁠‍⁠ them, there must‌ be a good​⁠ reason, don’t you⁠ think?”

“Sure.⁠​‍ But he keeps⁠‌ trying anyway.”

“Then‌‌⁠ he’s just a fool.”

“A‌ man of conviction.”⁠‌

“A‌ stubborn fool, then.”‍

It‍‍ couldn’t be denied.‌‌​

Even​⁠​ Perda, the first‌ time he met‌‍ him, thought he‍‌ was a fool.‌

Ignoring​‌ the scornful looks,⁠‍​ he walked alone​​⁠ on his own‍‌⁠ path. Ridiculous, yes—but⁠ at the same‍‌‌ time noble.

‘That​‍ kind of stubborn⁠ fool always ends‍ up achieving something.’​

Even⁠‍⁠ if everyone cursed‌ him, saying it​‌ was impossible—even if‌ they accused him‍ of wasting time—the‌⁠ path he walked⁠ with dedication would⁠ eventually shine.

Back⁠ then, he always‍⁠ repeated with regret:‌​

— If I had​⁠‌ been able to‍‌ research a little⁠‌ longer, I could​ have created so⁠ many more things‌​‍ by now.

It​⁠ was obvious.

‘What‍ kind of idiot⁠⁠⁠ would invest in‍⁠‍ something destined to‍ fail?’

Not‍‌‍ even a noble​‍ with enough money‍​ to burn would‌​‌ fund a “Chaotic.”‍

No⁠​ one wanted to‌​ become the fool‍⁠ who supported a madman with such​ a title.

But⁠ Perda knew that⁠‍⁠ man.

“And‌ what exactly is​ he researching?”

In‍ the future, he⁠‍‍ would be:

“The‍‍​ refinement of magic‍‍⁠ stones and the‍⁠‍ creation of energy⁠ sources from lesser‌‌‍ demon corpses.”

The‌⁠ pioneer who would‌⁠ open the era​​‍ of magical engineering.‌‌

***⁠‌

At​ the center stood‍‌ a single Tree‍​‌ of Knowledge, so‌​⁠ tall it seemed​​ to pierce the​ heavens, surrounded by⁠ five enormous libraries.‍​‍

It⁠​ might seem that,​‌​ under such a tree, not a single ray of⁠​ light would enter—but⁠​‌ the Tree of⁠‌ Knowledge had no​‌‍ leaves, making it​ no more than​​ a gigantic pillar.‌‍⁠

In​ the city at‍​‍ its base, there​⁠ was no trace​ of the typical⁠ musty or damp​ smell, but instead‍​ a strong aroma‍​ of coffee and⁠ black tea.

Accustomed‌‌ to that fragrance,⁠ countless people bustled​⁠ about.

They‍‍ had turned every⁠‍ available space into‍⁠ walkways so that‌​ the crowds could⁠​​ flow.

Each⁠‌‍ had their destination,‌ but all carried​ at least three‍‍ books under one‌⁠‍ arm and a freshly toasted slice‌‍‍ of bread in‍ their mouths.

“It’s⁠ full of people.”⁠‍

“Naturally,⁠​​ all the scholars​ and their assistants⁠ gather here.”

“I‌ don’t understand how⁠⁠‍ anyone could want⁠⁠ to live in‍⁠‌ such a crowded⁠​ place.”

“They​​ say they prefer‍‌‌ to seek greater‌‌⁠ value rather than‌ settle for what‌⁠⁠ they have.”

“I⁠​ don’t get it.”​

“Me‌⁠⁠ neither.”

Perda⁠ and Ruri scanned‍‌ the street with​‌ their eyes.

In⁠ just their field‍‌ of vision, there⁠‍ were hundreds of​ people jostling against​⁠​ each other.

All‍ dressed in black‍‍⁠ robes, and in‌⁠​ nine out of‌‌ ten cases, wearing‌​⁠ glasses.

“And‌ now we have‌ to find a single person here?”‍

“Exactly.”​‍

“It’ll‍⁠⁠ take us over‌‍‌ a month.”

It⁠⁠ was almost like​‌​ searching in an‍‍ extremely difficult puzzle.⁠

It‍​ would be a lie to say‍⁠ it wasn’t discouraging.‍‍

Amid‌‌ the crowd, street⁠​‌ vendors also moved​ without rest, sticking‍ to the walls,‍‍ offering mostly quick‌ and simple food.⁠

The⁠‌ people, flowing like‍‌‍ a river, picked‍ something up on​‍ the go as‌⁠ they walked.

‘Maybe‍⁠‌ the vendors know⁠‌ something.’

With‍‍⁠ that thought in⁠⁠⁠ mind, Perda looked‍‌ at Ruri.

“…”​

Her⁠ expression was different‍ from usual.

Normally‍‍ cold and professional,‍ showing no emotion⁠ except when angry.⁠​‌

But⁠ this time, her‍‍⁠ face showed something‍‌ else.

She​⁠​ was staring intently​​‌ at a stall​ selling candied fruits.​‌⁠

Her‍ large eyes sparkled‍ with a silvery⁠‍ glint, and her​ slender neck moved‌ up and down.‍​​

Gulp.⁠

That‌⁠ simple gesture meant⁠ only one thing.‌⁠

“Do⁠​​ you want to‍ eat?”

“…What‍​ do you think⁠ I am?”

Ruri‍​ narrowed her eyes‍​ and protested irritably,‍⁠ more flustered than‍ usual.

“I‍‍ just thought maybe⁠‌ that vendor might‍⁠⁠ know something.”

“I‌ thought the same.‌ We should ask⁠‍ him.”

Perda‍‌ walked with her⁠​ to the stall,​⁠ though Ruri’s eyes⁠⁠​ remained locked on​ the candied fruits.‍‍

“Excuse‍ me.”

“Well,⁠‌‌ well, a young⁠‍‌ noble and a lovely handmaiden. What​‌ can I do​‍ for you?”

“We’re​ looking for someone.​​ Perhaps you know‍‌‌ them.”

“Someone?​ This place is​​⁠ full of people,‌ full of people!​ Just bespectacled ones,⁠‌ there are tens⁠ of thousands, and‌​‌ those who buy‍ candied fruit skewers​‍ from me are‍ already in the‌ thousands. How do‌ you expect me‌ to remember them⁠‌‌ all?”

The⁠​‍ vendor smiled slyly,⁠‌​ as if expecting​ something.

Perda‌⁠ glanced at the​‍​ fruits behind the​⁠‍ glass.

“And​⁠⁠ if I buy‌ a skewer, maybe​​ your memory will‌‌⁠ come back?”

“Hahaha,‌⁠​ that would make‌‍⁠ me very happy.‌​ But first, tell​‍⁠ me, who are​‍ you looking for?”‍‍

“The⁠ scholar known as‌ Chaotic.”

The‍‌ vendor’s eyes opened​ wide.

“Ah,⁠⁠‌ Chaotic! Why didn’t​‍⁠ you say so⁠‍ earlier?”

“You‍‌‌ know him?”

The​​‌ man gave a wide grin, revealing⁠ yellowed teeth.

“Hundreds​ of thousands live​ in this city,​⁠​ but if someone⁠​‌ doesn’t know where⁠‌ that guy lives,‌​‍ they must be‍⁠ a spy. Ask‍⁠ anyone on the‌​ street, they’ll all​ know.”

“Then‍ there’s no need⁠​‌ to buy those‌​ fruits, right?”

“……!”‍⁠

At⁠​ that, Ruri flinched.‍​⁠

“Still,⁠​‍ showing a little‌ courtesy and buying‌‌​ something would be‌​ the right thing​​‍ to do, don’t‍⁠ you think? Besides,‍‍​ you clearly don’t‌ lack money, and​ a little indulgence⁠ now and then‌​​ doesn’t hurt. I’ll⁠ give you three​ skewers for five‍⁠ silver coins.”

“Exactly.​​ If someone offers‍​ help, it’s only‍‍⁠ right to return​ the favor.”

Ruri‌‍⁠ quickly jumped in,⁠‍ siding with the⁠‍ vendor.

It‌‍‍ was true—if someone‌‍ showed kindness, it‍‌ was only fair‍ to respond.

Perda​‍ agreed, bought three‌‍⁠ skewers of honey-coated‍ candied fruits, and​​ handed them to‌ Ruri.

“Eat‍⁠‌ them.”

He⁠‌⁠ handed her the‍​ sticky sweet.

“Aren’t‌ you going to‌ try one?”

“I’m‍‌​ not a child.”⁠

“Excuse​‍ me? I’m not‌ one either!”

“I‍ know.”

“Then‍ don’t you think⁠​ it’s ridiculous to⁠‌ give them all⁠ to me? Aren’t⁠ you treating me​ like one? Are‌‌ you really going​ to lie and​​‍ say you’re not?”⁠

“So,‍​⁠ you don’t want⁠⁠​ to eat them?”⁠

“…”​​

Ruri,‍‌ frowning in frustration,‌⁠‍ still took the‍⁠‌ skewer from Perda’s‌⁠ hand.

Without​⁠​ waiting any longer,‌​ she bit into​​ a honey-glazed fruit‍‌‌ with clear anticipation.​‍

Her​ silver eyes sparkled‍ even more.

‘So⁠⁠ she can make‍⁠ that face too.’⁠

Perda⁠​‌ thought maybe Ruri​⁠ wasn’t someone with‌⁠‌ withered emotions like‌‍​ he was.

And⁠ seeing her with​‌​ that childlike appearance,‌‍‍ which actually suited⁠ her looks, he‍ felt oddly reassured.​⁠

With​⁠ cheeks puffed like‌​ a squirrel in​‍ autumn, Ruri continued​ devouring the candied​​ fruits.

Noticing⁠ Perda’s gaze, she‍ looked away in⁠‌ annoyance, narrowed her‍‍‌ silver eyes, and​​ pressed the stick⁠ against her chest.​

“Why​ are you looking⁠ at me like⁠‍⁠ that? You think‌ I’m going to‌⁠‌ give you some?”‍‌

“No.‍‍​ I don’t want​‍ any.”

***⁠

All‌ creatures have hierarchies:⁠‍‍ if the rich‍ exist, so do⁠⁠ the poor.

Escolea,‌⁠‌ a city founded⁠‌ on the belief​⁠ that all are‌‍⁠ equal before knowledge,‌⁠​ was no exception.⁠‌​

In​​‍ Escolea there were​⁠ wealthy families, and‍‍ at the same​⁠‌ time, there were‍ slums.

And​‍ within those slums,​ there were even⁠ more miserable zones,‍⁠ where the most​⁠ destitute lived.

Places⁠ where sunlight barely‌ entered, invaded by‌⁠ the stench of​‌‍ sewers and rat​​ droppings.

A place where the​‍‍ foul smell was‍​ so persistent it‍⁠‌ made you fear‌ opening a door⁠‍⁠ without thinking twice.⁠‍⁠

That⁠‌⁠ was exactly where‌‌ Vernell Marquis lived.‌

Ruri‌‌ couldn’t hide her​‍​ shock when she‍ looked through a window that was⁠​ even lower than​⁠ her own height.​‍

“It’s‌‌‌ amazing that someone​ can live in‌ a place like​⁠‌ this.”

“Humans‌​ can live in‌​‍ more places than‍ you’d imagine. Even​ in a toilet,​‌‍ if necessary.”

“Did​⁠ you live like​​​ that in the⁠ Rosnova family?”

“Back‌ then it was⁠​‌ even worse, a real hell.”

It​⁠‍ was during the⁠​​ time when he⁠ had no money​⁠​ and his master,‍⁠ obsessed with him,⁠‍ had taken even‌​‌ his last coin.⁠‌

Perda⁠‌‌ learned then that‍ a person could⁠‍​ sleep in a bathroom soaked in​‌ the stench of​ waste and urine.‌‍

“Do⁠ you think he’s⁠​ inside?”

At‌​ his question, Ruri‌‌​ nodded.

“Yes,​ I sense a presence.”

Crash!⁠​⁠

A loud, chaotic noise⁠ came from the​‌‌ window.

After⁠‌ hearing it, she‌ added,

“And‌ it seems he’s‍⁠‍ in the middle‍‌ of some commotion.”⁠

“A‍ visitor, in that​ case. Entering now‌​‌ means getting caught​⁠⁠ up in trouble.”​

Perda‌​ smiled slightly.

“There​⁠‍ couldn’t be a more opportune moment.”‍

And​‍⁠ with his hands​⁠ behind his back,⁠‍ he descended the‌​ stairs.

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