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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 14: The Sparrow’s Trap

Chapter 14: The Sparrow’s Trap

Vernell​​‍ had always been‌‌⁠ told he moved‌‌⁠ at his own‍‌ pace.

That’s​ why, even in‌ such a small‍‍ academy, he hadn’t‌‌‌ made a single⁠‌⁠ friend and had​‍ gone from being⁠‌ a prodigy to⁠‌‍ teetering on the‍​​ edge of expulsion.‍

But​​ even a Vernell​​‌ so “in his‌ own way” now‍‌ felt completely powerless⁠‍ before this man.‍​⁠

‘An​​​ overwhelming aura…’

Eyes​⁠ like they were‍ peering into an‍ unfathomable abyss.

They​ weren’t empty; there‍‌ was also a love within them—directed​ toward Valdrova.

Someone‌ who truly seemed‌ capable of doing‌⁠ anything for her.‌‍‍

Convinced⁠ he was about⁠ to lose his⁠‌ life, Vernell opened‍ his mouth.

“W-well…​‍‌ I don’t know.​‌ I don’t think‍‍‍ something like that‍​ could shake my‌ convictions…”

But⁠‍ one thing is​ one thing, and⁠‌ another is another.⁠

Even​​ if threatened like‍⁠ that, he didn’t‌ want to change‌‌ his stance so​‍‌ easily.

‘Aaaah!‌‌ I-I’m not gonna‌ die, right?’

Vernell​‍‌ closed his eyes‍​​ and let his​‌ imagination run wild.‍​

Would‌​ they twist his⁠ fingers?

Or​​​ beat him like‌‌ a dog on‌​ a sweltering day,⁠ like the loan⁠‌‍ shark?

Perda’s⁠⁠ hand landed on‌ his shoulder.

“It’s⁠⁠​ fine.”

Perda​ gave him a few gentle pats.⁠​

Realizing‍‌ he was still‍‍ intact, Vernell opened⁠ his eyes wide.⁠⁠​

“E-eh?​‍ W-what…?”

“I​ said it’s fine.”⁠

“…That’s⁠‌⁠ it?”

“Yes.⁠ That’s enough. I never intended to⁠‌‍ convince you in​​‍ just one day.”‍​​

“Ah…‌​ I-I see…”

Perda​⁠ extended a hand​⁠ toward Ruri, and​ she pulled out​ a scroll from​⁠ inside her voluminous‍‌ skirt.

“Here.”​

“What’s​‍ this?”

“A​‌ letter of appointment.”​‌

“Appoint…​ ment?”

“A⁠⁠ document that officially⁠ designates you as​‌​ the chief researcher⁠​ of Valdrova Castle.‍ The terms are‍‌ exactly what I told you. The‌‌ only variable is​ how you choose.”‌​

Perda​‍​ stood up and⁠​⁠ turned away.

“Think‍⁠ it over carefully.​​​ And when you’ve⁠​​ decided, come to​‌ the Dragon Queen’s⁠⁠ domain anytime. Let’s​ go.”

“Yes.”‍⁠

Perda‍ and Ruri left​ through the door‌⁠ without another word.​‌‍

No‌ insistence, no looking‍‍⁠ back. They truly‍‍ left.

The‍‍‌ letter of appointment​‍‌ they left behind​​ rolled gently until‌​‌ it stopped at‍⁠​ Vernell’s feet.

Alone,‌‍‌ Vernell stared at​‌‍ it in silence.‍‍‍

***‌‍⁠

“Can‍⁠ we really trust⁠ that Vernell guy?”‌⁠​

Inside‍‌ the carriage, Ruri‌ asked while seated‍⁠ across from him.‍‌

In⁠ her right hand,‍ she held a skewer of honeyed‍‍‍ fruit, and in‍​ her left, a set of about⁠⁠⁠ five cups awaiting​‌‌ execution in her‍ mouth.

Perda​⁠⁠ nodded.

“He’s‍ trustworthy.”

“Idealists‍ like that usually‌⁠‍ carry their stubbornness​ to the grave.”‍

“He’ll‍ do it.”

“How⁠‍ can you be‌​ so sure?”

“Because​​​ those who desire‌​ peace always end​⁠⁠ up preparing for​ war.”

“And‌‌​ who said such‌⁠‍ nonsense?”

Who​​ else.

‘That⁠ guy.’

The⁠​ Vernell Marquis of‍‍ the future—the one‌‌‌ Perda had known—had⁠​ said it.

He’d⁠‍ realized too late⁠‌⁠ how hypocritical his‌‌‍ extreme pacifist facade‌‌ had been.

“Assuming‍‍⁠ we’ve already recruited​‌‌ him, where do​ you plan to⁠​ go next?”

Perda​​ had already decided⁠ on their next​⁠ destination.

“We’re‍⁠ going to Halim.”‍‍‌

“Halim…​​‍ isn’t that the‌ entertainment city in​‍⁠ the south?”

Ruri’s‍‌⁠ expression turned even​​​ more unpleasant than​ usual.

She⁠ was already used‍⁠‌ to getting bad​‌ looks, but now‍‍⁠ it felt like⁠⁠ people looked at​ her worse than⁠ an insect.

And‍ with good reason—that⁠‌ city was a sanctuary of decadence​‍‌ and pleasure.

“If​‌ we’re just passing‌​​ through, pick another‌ city.”

“No.‌⁠ That’s the final⁠ destination. The person​​ I’m looking for⁠‌ is there.”

“In⁠‌ a city of‍​ vices?”

“Without⁠ a doubt.”

“Are​⁠ you sure there’s⁠‌ no personal interest​​​ involved?”

“There​‍‍ isn’t.”

Ruri‍ narrowed her eyes​ and stared at‍ Perda.

Even‌ she could tell‌⁠‍ there wasn’t a trace of a lie in his‌ words.

And‌⁠​ precisely because of⁠‍ that, it seemed​‌​ even more suspicious⁠‍‍ to her.

How‍⁠⁠ could a human‍⁠ live being that‍ honest?

“Then,‌ who are we‌‍ going to find?”​

“Zed‍​ Swallow.”

One​‌​ of the names‍‍​ written on the​⁠ list Ruri was‌ holding.

“And​‌‍ what kind of​​‌ person is he?”⁠⁠

“He⁠‍⁠ belongs to the‍​ Sparrow Clan.”

“…Sparrow‍‍ Clan?”

“That’s⁠​ right.”

A brief silence.

Ruri‌⁠ thought for a moment, checking if‌ what she was⁠​ thinking was correct,‍‌ and asked again,​

“Are‍⁠‍ you referring to⁠ that scoundrel who​‌​ scams nobles and⁠​ rich women by‍ seducing them?”

“He’s‌​‍ also a gambler.”‍‍⁠

“…”‍​

“Why​ that face?”

With‌​​ each word, Ruri’s​‍‍ expression darkened further.‌⁠

A dark, oppressive aura‍⁠‍ began to emanate​​‌ from her.

Hiiiiin!‍‌

“Eh?​​ What’s wrong with​⁠ the horses all​ of a sudden?”⁠

Even‍ the poor horses‍‍‌ ended up startled.⁠‌

With​⁠ the animals shaken​ for no clear⁠‌ reason, the road‍ ahead promised to⁠‌ be complicated.

Seeing‌​ the scene, Perda‌​‌ added what he⁠​ had left out.‌

“And,⁠ he also comes‌‌ from the Red‍‍ Eyes bloodline.”

The‍‌‍ aura Ruri was‌​⁠ emitting disappeared instantly.‌‌

The‍‌‌ emotion she now⁠‍‌ showed looked more​⁠ like surprise.

“The‍‍ Red Eyes bloodline…‍ are you talking‌‍‌ about that lineage?”⁠⁠​

“Exactly.”‌‍

“I​ heard they went⁠‍ extinct because of​‌⁠ the Great Cataclysm.”⁠‌‌

“They​​‌ did. That’s the⁠ official information.”

The​‌​ official information.

Ruri‍⁠‌ knew this wasn’t‌‍ something that could​‌ be brushed off‍‍ lightly.

If‍‍‍ there were signs‍ the Red Eyes‍​ had survived, a report would have‍ arrived immediately.

And⁠ if that were⁠​‍ the case, she‌‌‍ would have known.‌‌

“How‌⁠ do you know​⁠ something like that?”⁠

Ruri​‌ asked directly.

“I‍‌⁠ just do.”

Perda‍⁠ avoided giving more‌​ details.

She​ wanted to press​‌⁠ further, but Ruri​‍‌ had no clear⁠ reason to keep‍ pushing.

‘Sparrow‍‍‍ Clan and gambler—but⁠ of the Red‌ Eyes.’

A truly delicate balance.‌‌

Compared‍‍​ to Vernell Marquis,‍ he was an‌‍⁠ even worse human​⁠​ being, yet at​‍​ the same time⁠​ someone with extraordinary​⁠ capabilities.

‘Should‌ I oppose this‍ or support it?’‌​

At‌‍​ that crossroads, Ruri‌ hesitated over and​ over.

To​ keep her brain​‍ from “shutting down,”⁠‍‍ she munched on‍​‌ the candied fruit⁠⁠‍ with enthusiasm, thinking‍⁠⁠ harder.

Perda‌ decided to help‍ her make up‌ her mind.

“They​ say they sell‍‍ a lot of‌⁠ sweets in the​​‍ south.”

“…Alright.‍​ Let’s at least⁠​‍ go check it⁠ out.”

***‍‍‌

The​‍‍ South is a hot region all‍‌⁠ year round.

Under‍⁠ the blazing sun,⁠⁠​ the land dries‍ out, and if‍ you go far‍‍‍ enough south, you‌‌⁠ reach a desert⁠​ of extreme heat‍ where not a single blade of​ grass or drop‍‍ of water can‌‌ be found.

Halim‍​‌ was an entertainment⁠ city built to⁠‍ take advantage of‍‍​ precisely those southern​‌ traits.

During‍ the day it​‍ was hot, but⁠⁠ the cool nights⁠ allowed for a bustling nightlife to​ thrive, attracting numerous‌​​ nobles and wealthy‌‌ individuals.

If‍⁠‌ Escolea was filled​⁠‍ with the aroma⁠⁠⁠ of coffee and‌​⁠ black tea, here‌​ the air was‍⁠ thick with the⁠‍‍ sweet scent of‌ sugar.

Perda‍​ got a headache‌​‍ from it, but⁠‌​ Ruri’s nose enjoyed‍‌ it all day‍‌ long.

The‍⁠⁠ place Perda headed‌‍​ to was a casino.

Ruri‍​‍ silently observed the​‌ chips Perda had‍‌ exchanged.

He‌​⁠ had converted absolutely‍‍ all the money⁠‍​ he was carrying.‌‍‍

“Didn’t‍⁠ you say you​ had no personal‍ interest?”

“I‍‌ don’t.”

“Really?”⁠‍

“I’m⁠⁠ going to wear‌⁠‌ out my tongue‌‌ repeating it. Just‍‍‍ push the cart‍‌⁠ and follow me.”‌

Under‌​​ Ruri’s sharp glare,⁠ Perda walked silently⁠⁠ through the casino.⁠

Women⁠⁠⁠ in provocative clothing⁠‍‍ and people laughing​‌ as they indulged​ in primal pleasures.​

Among‌ those living in⁠‍‍ a money-bought utopia‌⁠‌ to forget reality,⁠⁠​ Perda walked with⁠​‍ solemnity.

And‌​⁠ among them, there‌​ was a young⁠​ man who stood‍⁠​ out.

In​‍ the midst of‌ a murky, desire-filled‌‌ aura, there was‍ a boy who​‍⁠ shone.

Light⁠‍​ brown hair, black⁠​ eyes.

Tall,​‍⁠ solidly built, slim‍‌ but not fragile.​⁠

People⁠ gathered around him.‌⁠​

When‌ he laughed, everyone‍‍ laughed; when he‌⁠ looked sympathetic, they‌ all shared that‌‍ emotion.

That‌ man completely captivated‌ his audience.

‘Zed‍​⁠ Swallow.’

A man who, with‌ his extraordinary eloquence⁠‍ and charm, won‍‌ the favor of⁠⁠ many nobles.

So​ charming they didn’t‍⁠ even realize they​⁠ were being swindled.​

‘Though,‍‌ because of his‍ greed, he was​​‍ eventually caught.’

Still,‌‍​ that wasn’t a problem.

They⁠ say a clever‍‌​ rabbit digs three‍⁠ burrows.

But​ Swallow was the⁠ kind of man​⁠ who dug three⁠ more inside those​ three to escape‌⁠⁠ danger.

‘He‌⁠ even escaped Shark⁠​‌ Island, from which⁠​​ no one escapes,⁠⁠ and the ice⁠ prison in the⁠‌ far north.’

He​ was, without a doubt, a great⁠​ criminal—a man for⁠‌ whom nothing was⁠‌ impossible.

Well,‌‌ that was only‌‍⁠ possible because no‍⁠ one knew he‌ was from the​‌ Red Eyes race.​​

All⁠⁠ descendants of the⁠​ Red Eyes race‌​⁠ are marked by​‍⁠ their red pupils​ and possess a unique ability.

The‍⁠ power to disperse‌⁠ residual mana present​‌ in objects or‌ in the air.‌

That’s⁠‌ why, to mages,‌‍‌ the Red Eyes‌‍ race was a natural enemy.

The⁠‍⁠ eyes of the‍ man Perda was⁠ watching now were⁠​⁠ a deep black.⁠⁠

Perfectly‌‌‍ normal eyes of⁠‍ an ordinary human.‍‍

That’s⁠‌ why no one​ would suspect he‌​ belonged to the​‍ Red Eyes race.‌⁠​

‘Even⁠⁠ if someone were​ to discover it.’⁠‌

That​‍‌ man had absolute‍ confidence he wouldn’t⁠​‍ be caught.

He‍⁠ was capable enough‍⁠ to ensure it.‌⁠

‘He’s​‍‌ a talent I urgently need.’

With⁠‌ his hands behind⁠‌​ his back, Perda‌⁠‍ calmly walked over‍​ and took a seat.

Upon⁠ the arrival of​​ a stranger, Zed​‌ was the first‌ to greet him‌ naturally.

“Well,‍ we have a new friend. Pleasure‍⁠‌ to meet you.​⁠ I’m Zed.”

“Likewise.​ My name is​ Perda.”

“You’d⁠​ better be careful⁠‍‍ around here. Everyone​ just wants to⁠‍​ devour you like⁠⁠ vultures.”

“Haha!‍ I know a thing or two‍​⁠ about poker!”

“You‌⁠ say that after‍​ losing forty gold‌⁠ coins?”

The⁠‌ mood was lively.‌

None‍⁠ of them had‍‍⁠ actually made money.​​‌

Being​⁠ able to make⁠ people laugh without‌‍ winning was impressive‌​‍ in itself.

‘His​‍ way of speaking⁠⁠ and aura, able​ to command a crowd.’

But‌‍‍ to Perda, it⁠⁠ was just a thick mask of​⁠ falsehood.

“Have​‍ you played poker​‌‍ before?”

“I‍​ know the basics.”‌⁠‍

“You‍‌ learn as you‍‌⁠ go, right?”

“Where’s‌ the master who‍‌‌ was never a beginner? Ha ha!”⁠‍⁠

“Exactly.​‌‌ I also learned⁠⁠​ just today. I’m​‍ only getting the‌​ hang of it.”⁠‌

He‍ wasn’t interested in‍‍ those who bragged​⁠ about being easy‍​⁠ prey.

“Let’s⁠‍ play a hand.”⁠‌

“Alright.‌ What’s the point​ of talking so‌‌‍ much here?”

The⁠‌ game began.

Perda​‌ slowly started winning.⁠

It‌ might have seemed‌⁠ like beginner’s luck,‍⁠‍ but Perda didn’t⁠​‍ see it that⁠‍ way.

It‌⁠ was Zed’s process⁠​‍ of reeling him​⁠ in.

‘He​‍‌ really knows how‍ to cast a lure.’

He‍ was a man​​ with skilled hands.⁠‌

Even‍⁠​ Perda, who considered‌⁠ himself quite sharp,​ couldn’t tell when​ he was being⁠ tricked.

Perda​⁠⁠ decided to play​‍​ along.

Of​‍​ course, subtly showing​ that he wouldn’t⁠ be sucked dry​⁠⁠ little by little,​‌ and instead pulling‍‍⁠ Zed in himself.‍⁠​

“Hm,⁠‌ I think it’s‍​‌ about time we‌ end this game.‍‍‌ It’s gotten late.”⁠⁠

Said⁠ Zed.

“Huh?‍‌ Really?”

“If‍‍⁠ you say so.”⁠⁠

“Let’s‍‌ make the last⁠​ one big! Ha‌‌ ha!”

Zed‍‌⁠ dealt the cards⁠⁠‌ and began the⁠ final round.

“Alright,‌ let’s bet. A hundred!”

“Two​‌‌ hundred gold coins!”⁠‌

“Such⁠⁠​ enthusiasm! I’ll take​​ two hundred and⁠⁠‌ raise to four⁠ hundred.”

Zed’s‌‍‌ turn ended, and‍‌‌ it was Perda’s.‌‌

“All‍​ in.”

He‍⁠‌ pushed in all​‍ the chips he⁠‌‌ had left.

At​ a glance, their​⁠‍ value exceeded two⁠‌ thousand gold coins.​

The​‍ casino stirred.

“The‌‍‌ guy who was⁠‍⁠ betting small just‌‍‌ went all in?”‍‌

“Isn’t​ that a bit‍ much for the​ last hand?”

Perda‍‌​ laced his fingers⁠⁠ and rested them​‌ on the table,⁠ calmly repeating.

“All​ in.”

The​‍ middle-aged men holding​ cards let out⁠‌ groans and folded.⁠⁠‌

“Is‌ today the only⁠‍ day to play?⁠ There’s another game​ tomorrow. I’m out.”‍⁠

“Me⁠ too.”

The⁠ turn returned to​ Zed.

“Where‌⁠​ do you get​‌‍ the confidence to‍ bet like that?”‍​⁠

He‍⁠‌ asked with a crooked smile.

Perda​‍ looked at him⁠‌‌ and replied.

“Don’t‍​‍ worry. I’m going‍ to win this‌ hand.”

“I​‍​ don’t get where⁠⁠ that confidence comes‍ from.”

“Because‍ you’re going to​ fold.”

Zed‍ leaned back and‍⁠ smirked smugly.

“And‍⁠ why would I fold?”

“To‌⁠ be honest, I don’t want to‌ lose money. There’s‍⁠ a girl who‍ thinks I’m into‍​‍ gambling.”

“So‌‌‍ I should lose​‌‍ money just to​⁠ keep up appearances⁠‌⁠ for a girl?‌‍ That’s a bit‌⁠​ much. In that‌⁠‌ case, you shouldn’t‌ have come at‍‍ all.”

Zed​⁠ let out a short laugh.

He‌​​ thought it was​‍‍ just the bravado‍​‍ of a gambler.⁠⁠

“That’s‌‌ not the only‍⁠‌ reason.”

“Huh?”⁠⁠

“Because‌ I know what⁠ you really want.”​‍‍

“What⁠ I want? And‌ what would that‍⁠ be, when I’ve‌‍⁠ got beautiful women,‍‍ alcohol, and money?”‍

He‌‍​ hugged the woman⁠‍​ beside him, and‌⁠ she let out‌⁠​ a delighted giggle.⁠​

Definitely‍ the wife of‌‍‍ some provincial noble.‍​

Then‌⁠ Perda said.

“Among‌ all those women,​‍ there’s no one‍‌ named Emilia.”

The‍⁠‍ affable mask cracked.⁠​‌

The‍⁠ hand holding his⁠‌‌ cards trembled slightly,‍‍ and the corner⁠ of his mouth⁠ twitched.

It‍⁠ was only for‍‍‌ a moment, but‌‍ everyone felt the‌⁠​ clash of wills.⁠

Even⁠‌‌ so, Zed was‍ an experienced player.‍​​

“…I’ll⁠‌​ call.”

Without‍​ folding, he pushed‍⁠⁠ his chips into‌​‍ the center.

He⁠ wasn’t going to⁠​ give up a hand he had​​​ already won.

“Straight​​ flush. And you?”‌⁠

Perda‌ showed his cards.​​⁠

“High​​ card, King.”

“High‍​‍ card, King.”

“You​ bluffed with a hand that’s not‌ even a pair?”‌

The​ middle-aged men’s eyes​⁠ widened in amazement.‍

The​ winner was Zed.​‌

Perda,⁠⁠ having lost everything,​​ stood up without​ a hint of​‍​ regret.

“Wait,⁠​ noble sir.”

Just‌ as he was‍⁠‌ about to leave,⁠ carefree, Zed called‌⁠ out to him.​​

“Since‌ I won all‍​ your money, how⁠‍‍ about I buy‌‌ you a drink​⁠⁠ to cheer you⁠‍ up? You seem‍‍ old enough.”

His⁠‌ face still wore⁠‍ a smile.

But‌‌‍ that smile was‌‍‌ no longer pleasant.‌

“I’ll‌ treat.”

There‌‍ was a killing​ intent behind it.‍

“Alright.”‌

Everything‌‍ was going exactly⁠ according to Perda’s‌​‍ plan.

***‌‌‌

A casino full of​‍ laughter and joy.​​

A land where, under‍​ a sun that‌⁠‍ never sets, people⁠⁠ surrendered to pleasure⁠​‌ and forgot time.‌

Perda‌⁠ and Zed left​​ the place together‌⁠ and headed to‌ the lodgings.

The⁠​ moment they stepped⁠​ out of the‌⁠ casino and into‍ the hotel hallway—‌

“Who‌‍‍ are you?”

The⁠⁠​ voice that had‌ been full of‌‍ laughter now fell‌‍‍ like a blade.‍

Perda⁠ accepted the change‌⁠⁠ in tone without‌‌ resistance.

In​​​ truth, even if⁠‍ he wanted to​‌ talk, he had​‌‍ nothing more to‌ say.

“You‌‌​ know who I am, don’t you?”‍‍​

“That’s​‌ not important.”

“Exactly.​ At this point,‌⁠ it doesn’t matter.‌‍ Let’s skip the‌​ boring introductions.”

Zed‌​ pulled something hidden‌ from his clothes.​

A dagger.

“Explain‌ why you mentioned​‌ that name.”

Zed’s‍​‌ eyes turned a deep, intense red.​⁠⁠

Those⁠ eyes were the‌‍ mark of the‍‍ Red Eyes race—known​⁠‌ as mage-killers.

‘Any​​​ magic circle that‍‍ comes into contact‌ with those eyes​ is nullified.’

The⁠​‌ appearance of a mage-killer would strike⁠‍‍ fear into any​⁠​ ordinary sorcerer.

But​‌⁠ Perda had no​ reason to fear.‌

“Zed⁠‍ Swallow. If you‍‌ don’t want your⁠​ identity revealed to‌‌ the world, lower‍ those eyes.”

“So​‌‌ you’re with those‌⁠‍ bastards too, huh?!”⁠

“I‍⁠ came to have⁠ a rational conversation.”‍‌

“What‌‍‍ did you do‌⁠ to my sister,‌⁠​ you bastard?!”

The‍ man who wore‍ a smiling mask​ revealed his true⁠‍ face—filled with fury.​​

Even⁠​‍ Perda had never​ seen that expression​ before.

“Don’t‍‍ show killing intent‍​ toward me again.”​⁠‌

Perda⁠ warned quietly.

“My‍‍ maid isn’t entirely‍⁠ loyal, but if‍ she senses I’m‍​ in danger, she’ll‍⁠ kill you without‌​ hesitation.”

That​‌‌ warning was, in⁠‍‌ fact, for Zed’s⁠ own good.

“I⁠ want to talk​⁠ to you. So​ get rid of‍ your bloodlust.”

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