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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 15: Do what you do best

Chapter 15: Do what you do best

Zed​ looked away at​ Perda’s words.

There⁠​‌ was no doubt‍ that when he‌‌ spoke of a not-quite-loyal servant, he‍​⁠ was referring to‌⁠⁠ that girl who‍ had been following⁠‍ him the whole​ time.

Reading​⁠ the mood was‌⁠⁠ his trade, so⁠ Zed could clearly​‌ perceive where the‍‍ killing intent was‌‌⁠ directed.

‘No⁠ matter how I look at it,‌‍ that bloodlust doesn’t⁠‌ seem to be​ aimed at me,‍ but at that⁠​ guy…’

It​‍‌ wasn’t an illusion.‌

In‌ fact, it was‌‍ true.

Ruri‌​​ was quite irritated​ simply because Perda⁠​ had lost money.⁠‍⁠

Compared‌‍​ to the total‍ fortune of Valdrova,‌​⁠ it wasn’t a huge sum, but⁠ it also wasn’t​​ a small amount‍ to be squandered‍ lightly.

And‍​ even less so⁠‍‌ in Halim.

It​⁠ wasn’t money to⁠‍ be spent in‌ a casino.

Perda⁠ had tossed it‍ away without hesitation.‍

Zed,‌ who had no‍‍ way of knowing‍⁠ these inner circumstances,​‍ couldn’t help but⁠ be confused.

“…Fine.”‌‍‍

The‍‍⁠ dagger Zed was‍‍ holding spun once⁠ and disappeared into​ his back pocket.‍

“Let’s​ start talking. What​ do you want⁠ to say?”

“This‍⁠ isn’t a good​⁠ place for a delicate conversation. Let’s​⁠⁠ go somewhere we‌ can talk calmly.”‌⁠

“Follow‍‍​ me.”

Zed⁠‌​ led him to‌ his room.

He‌ was staying in​‌‍ the most expensive‌‌​ room of the⁠​ casino’s hotel.

Contrary‌⁠‍ to the luxury‍ of the place,‍⁠ what he pulled‍ out was a cheap rum.

“It’s‍⁠ the liquor I like. I don’t‌ know if it’ll‌​ suit a young⁠ noble like you,‌ but want to​ try some?”

Perda⁠ shook his head.​

“I‍‌ don’t drink alcohol.”‍‌‍

“A⁠ mage who doesn’t‍ drink?”

“I⁠‌ don’t drink precisely‍​ because I’m a mage.”

“A‍‌ mage who doesn’t⁠‍⁠ enjoy alcohol—what a rare specimen.”

For⁠ mages, who spent‌​‌ their days thinking‌⁠ and focused, common⁠‍ escapes were women​​ and alcohol.

And‍‌​ since alcohol was‍⁠ cheap, there were‌ many mages who‌​​ drank uncontrollably.

Perda,‍ on the other‌ hand, had always‌ needed to move‍ forward looking only‍‍​ ahead, and so​ abstinence became a habit.

“Then​‌‌ how did you‍​‌ find out that⁠⁠ name?”

“By​ researching information.”

“And⁠​ your source?”

Of⁠ course, it had⁠‍ been himself.

But‍ saying that would‍​ serve no purpose,‍​ so Perda dodged⁠ the question.

“Even‍​⁠ if I told⁠⁠ you now, it​⁠‌ wouldn’t matter. The‌ important thing is‍ that I know.”‍‍

“If​‌​ you just wanted⁠‌ to test me‍⁠ like that, maybe‌⁠⁠ I should’ve killed‌⁠⁠ you even if‌‌‌ it meant dying​‌ afterward.”

“I’m‍⁠ not testing you.‍‍ I know who​‍‌ you are. You‌⁠​ milked defenseless women,‍‌ milked nobles, slowly⁠ accumulating money to⁠‌‍ enter high society,‍ didn’t you?”

“……”​‌

“Because⁠ to find your⁠⁠ younger sister, Emilia,⁠​ you need to​⁠ climb up and‌ gain connections in‍ the upper class.”‌‍

Zed,⁠⁠​ an expert at​ keeping a straight‍​ face, stared at‍⁠⁠ him.

However,​ his hands were‍‍‍ trembling.

Perda’s​ words carried not‌⁠⁠ even a trace‍​ of guesswork, only‌ absolute certainty—and that​‌‍ certainty hit Zed’s‌ intentions dead on.⁠⁠

“Impressive.​⁠ You don’t seem⁠‍ to be using‌ magic, but it’s‍ like you’re reading‍ my mind…”

“It’s​ not hard. There‌​ was a time‌ when I thought⁠ much like you.”‍​

It⁠ was a fantasy​‍​ Perda had once‌ entertained after being⁠ cast out from‍⁠ his family.

To⁠ become greater than‌⁠ House Rosnova and‌‍ put them all‌‌ beneath his feet.​‍

In​‍‍ his naivety, he‌ had sworn that‌‌‍ would make them‍‌‍ acknowledge their mistake.⁠

‘In​‍‌ the end, I failed.’

Perda‍​ wasn’t accepted into⁠‌​ the magic academy​ for being a bearer of the​⁠‍ Red Circle.

Zed⁠‍ couldn’t enter either,‌‍ stained by the⁠⁠⁠ stigma of being⁠​‌ the plaything of​‌ a widowed marquess.‍‌‍

“I’ll‍⁠ provide you that⁠​ springboard.”

“A‌⁠ noble brat like​​‌ you?”

Young‌‌ nobles.

Even‌​ if they were‍⁠​ talented and caught‌ attention, they usually⁠ stumbled quickly and​⁠ ended up accused‌‍ of high treason.‍

The‌⁠‌ weaker their connections,‍ and the younger‌‌ they were, the​‌​ worse.

Someone​‌⁠ like Perda, barely‍ an adult, was‍​‌ in a situation⁠‌ as fragile as⁠‌​ a candle in​⁠​ the wind.

But​‍ Perda wasn’t an⁠⁠ ordinary mage.

To​⁠ begin with, he‌ was the consort⁠‍‌ of the Dragon​⁠⁠ Queen.

“I‌‍‍ suppose I should​⁠⁠ introduce myself again.‌‌‍ My name is‌‌ Perda Valdrova.”

“Valdrova…?‍‌ Isn’t that the‍⁠⁠ name of the‌‌ Red Dragon?”

Zed​ snorted.

“You‍ know that in‌⁠​ the world of‌⁠ nobles, that’s equivalent​ to expulsion, right?‍​ What kind of​⁠ lunatic gets engaged⁠⁠ to a Red‌‍ Dragon?”

“That​‌ lunatic is me.”‍‌​

“…Seriously?”⁠​

Perda’s‌‌​ expression didn’t change​‍ even once.

Zed⁠⁠​ scratched his head​​ with an awkward‌ gesture.

“Damn⁠‌⁠ it. If the​‍ info was that‍ important, it should’ve‍ reached my ears⁠ sooner… I guess‍ losing track of‍ time in a casino is inevitable.”‍⁠

He⁠ let out that⁠‍ excuse and changed‍‍‍ the subject.

“Either‌​‍ way, if you’re‌ Valdrova’s husband—even just⁠‍‌ a kept man—you’ve‍ got enormous power,‍​ don’t you?”

“That’s‍ right. You’ll be⁠​‌ able to enter‌‌ the world of‌⁠ high society you’ve⁠ been risking your​ life to reach.”‍​

Zed,​‍ who had his⁠‌⁠ head lowered, slightly‍ lifted his gaze‍‌‌ toward Perda.

“And‍​‌ what exactly am‌ I supposed to‌ do?”

Perda‍ extended a hand​‌ toward Ruri.

Just⁠ like with Vernell,​ he handed over‍‍ a letter of​‌ appointment.

“With​‌ that skill of​‍ yours, become an‌⁠​ assistant who carries⁠‍‌ out tasks under​⁠‌ my command.”

“What‍​ kind of tasks?”⁠⁠​

“From‌‌ minor errands to⁠​ important matters. I won’t ask anything​​ beyond your abilities.”​‍

Zed‌ chewed over those⁠ words and asked,‌⁠

“…So‌ basically, I’ll be‌ an errand boy?”‍⁠

“An‍​‍ assistant.”

“That’s‍‌‌ the same thing.”‍⁠⁠

“Then⁠ choose. Be an‌⁠ errand boy with‌ access to high‌ society, or stay​​‍ a nobody mocked⁠‌ by everyone, unable‍⁠ to reach anything.”‌‌

“……”‍⁠‌

He​​‍ said it unpleasantly,​‍⁠ but he wasn’t⁠‍ wrong.

Becoming‌ a despised con⁠‌ artist or a hardworking assistant with‌‌‌ a real position,‍​​ even if tough.⁠⁠

Zed‌⁠‍ weighed his options.​⁠

“If⁠​‌ I refuse, will‍ you turn me‍‍ in?”

Perda​ tilted his head.‍

“What⁠‌​ would I gain​ by turning you​‌‌ in?”

“You’re‍ a mage. I’m​​‌ from the Red-Eyed⁠‍ race. And that⁠ race shouldn’t exist⁠ anymore. Looks like‍ you’d benefit.”

A bloodline that, by​‍ birth, possessed the⁠ ability to nullify⁠⁠ magic.

Like​​‌ cats and mice,​ they were natural​​‍ enemies.

“No⁠ matter how I think about it,​‍ I wouldn’t get‌‌ anything out of‌ it.”

“I’ve‍ heard that when​⁠ our bloodline was​ wiped out, mages‌​​ celebrated for three⁠⁠ days and three‍ nights. Didn’t you?”⁠‌​

“Stupid​⁠ question. Fearing the⁠​ Red-Eyed race because‌‍‍ magic doesn’t work⁠ on them is⁠‌ like hiding under‍‍ the sheets scared‍ of ghosts. That’s​‍ unworthy of a mage.”

An​ answer arrogant to⁠‌ the extreme.

But,‌‍ strangely, it didn’t‍⁠‍ feel unpleasant to‌⁠ Zed.

‘What‍‌⁠ a strange guy.’​

At‌‌‌ that age, someone‍ like him would‍​ normally rely on⁠ his status or‌​ overestimate his own‍⁠‍ potential.

But​​ Perda didn’t give​​​ off any of​​⁠ that.

‘At⁠‌ first glance, he’s‍‌​ just a kid​⁠‌ barely grown up…’‌​‍

But‍ he acted like​‍ a noble of‌‌ high rank with​ a solid position.​

‘Maybe‌ he really can‍ give me what​‍ I want…’

Even⁠‍ Zed, who didn’t​ trust anyone, began‌​⁠ to waver.

“Damn​ it.”

Zed​‍ scratched his head⁠‍ hard.

“So​‍⁠ this is what​‌ it feels like‍ to make a deal with the‍‌ devil? It’s unsettling,​ but tempting—and that⁠ pisses me off.”‍⁠‍

He​‌ tapped the letter‌ of appointment with‌​⁠ his fingers.

“Fine.‌‍‌ I accept, noble‌⁠ lord. But I have conditions. That’s​​ acceptable, right?”

“Tell‍ me. I’ll write​ them down right‍ now.”

Perda‌⁠ pulled the pen​​⁠ from his breast‌ pocket.

Zed‌ raised two fingers.‌‍​

“First,⁠ depending on the‌​ mission, you’ll have‌‌ to pay a fair amount. In⁠​​ the end, I need money to​‌ do my job.”‌​

“Of​‍ course. There will‌⁠⁠ be compensation.”

“Second,⁠‌ if I ever‍‍‍ feel like you’re‌‍‌ just trying to⁠ use me or⁠‍⁠ throw me away,⁠ I’ll leave without‍​ hesitation. Is that⁠‍ okay?”

“That’s⁠ fine. I have​⁠ no intention of​⁠ deceiving you. Is​ that all?”

“Yes,⁠⁠ for now.”

Just​⁠ do what you’re​⁠ best at.

In⁠‌‍ truth, Zed wanted⁠‌​ to add one⁠‌​ more point to‍​ the conditions.

A contract that would‌​⁠ only last until‌‍‍ he found his⁠⁠⁠ younger sister.

‘That​ could become an‍​ unnecessary shackle that‍‌‌ would just waste‍ time.’

That’s​⁠ why Zed decided⁠‌ to leave it‍​ at just those​‌ two conditions.

“Since​ we’re on the⁠‍⁠ topic, I’ll add‍​‍ one more thing.”‍‌

Perda‌​ took the pen⁠⁠ and wrote an​‍⁠ extra line in‍ the blank space‌ of the letter​⁠‌ of appointment.

“Our⁠ contract will last⁠ until you find‌ your sister.”

Zed​‌‍ lifted his head,​​ surprised.

“…Are⁠‍‌ you really okay‍⁠ with that?”

“When​‌‌ you find your‌‌ sister, everything will​​‍ be over. After⁠‍ that, it’s your‌⁠ choice.”

A tone and conditions‌ that were impeccably​​⁠ clean.

Seeing​​⁠ that he didn’t‌​ show even a speck of greed,⁠‍ Zed was stunned.⁠

He​‌‍ had even set​⁠ a time limit‍​‍ on his own,‌ something Zed had⁠‍‍ deliberately avoided mentioning.⁠‌

‘What​⁠​ the hell is‌​ this guy…?’

Zed’s‍ doubts about Perda​⁠ only grew stronger.‍​

He⁠‍ had a calmness⁠‌ that made it‌ feel like, no‍ matter how others‌ flailed, everything remained⁠​ in the palm‍ of his hand.‍⁠​

He​​ had the kind⁠‍ of qualities only‍​ true nobles, seasoned‌‍ in a thousand‍ political battles, could‍‍⁠ possess.

‘The‍⁠⁠ fact that he​​ knows about Emilia​‍ bothers me…’

But​​ at the same⁠ time, he was​‌‍ the only one⁠ who knew—and could‍ help.

Beyond⁠​‍ his abilities, his‌ position was trustworthy‍​‍ enough.

For⁠ now, Zed had⁠‌ no choice but⁠ to rely on‌⁠‍ him.

“Alright,‍ I get it.‌ No… I understand,⁠​ sir.”

Now​‌‌ that he’d become‍‍⁠ an employee, he​​ used respectful speech.‍‌

And​​‌ so, all conditions‍​⁠ were set.

The⁠ reason Perda set⁠‍ that deadline was‍‍​ simple.

‘Forcing​ someone to stay‌⁠ never leads to‍‌‍ anything good.’

He‌ desperately needed his​⁠⁠ abilities as a subordinate, but he⁠​⁠ had no intention‍​​ of keeping him‌‍ by force or‌ turning him into​‍​ a slave.

And‌‌ even if he​​ tried, he couldn’t.‍

Zed‍‍ was a legendary​‌‍ thief who had‍​ escaped infamous prisons‌⁠​ again and again.‍‌

‘And⁠ besides, finding her​‌‌ isn’t everything.’

As​ he watched Zed‌ tuck the letter⁠ of appointment into​​ his pocket, Perda⁠⁠ spoke.

“Then,‍‍‌ I’ll assign you​‌​ a mission right​‌​ away.”

“Already?”​

“I​⁠ want to take⁠ on a request​ using the money‌⁠‌ you took.”

“Isn’t​ that the money‌ I won?”

“It‌‌ was originally the⁠‌‍ money I was​ going to use‍‍ to hire you.​‌ Didn’t I say‌ I’d tell you⁠‍‌ if I planned‌ to back out?​ Thinking of it‌‌ as a job​ benefits us both.”‍​

“Well,​‍ having the first‌ job be kind​‌ of free doesn’t‌‌ sound so bad.⁠‌‍ So, what’s the​​⁠ order?”

“For⁠‌ you, it’ll be‌⁠ extremely simple.”

Perda‌ pointed to one​​​ of the names‌⁠‍ Ruri held.

— Echidna Philiaz

“Just⁠​‌ do what you’re‍⁠ good at.”

***⁠⁠‍

Once⁠ the matter was‍ settled, Perda’s carriage‌ left Halim in⁠ a hurry.

Unlike​‍⁠ with Vernell, this‍ time Zed also‌​‌ joined the journey.​⁠‌

“As⁠‌‌ expected of the​⁠ carriage of the‌ Dragon Queen’s future⁠‍ consort—it’s incredibly comfortable.⁠‌​ The interior is⁠‌⁠ spacious, and even⁠ if the road⁠ is rough, you​‌ barely feel it.”​

“…”‌

“And‍‌​ on top of‍⁠‌ that, a cute,‌ petite maid.”

Zed‍ smiled and changed‌ the topic smoothly.‌​‍

He⁠​ leaned in and​‍ placed his hand‌‌ near the seat‌‍‍ where she was‍‌‌ sitting.

It⁠​‍ was a natural‌​ playboy move.

“I​⁠ don’t think we’ve​‌⁠ been formally introduced.​‌ May I know⁠ your name, Miss‍ Maid?”

“I’ll⁠ be happy to​ explain.”

In‍⁠ response to the‍‍ question about her‌⁠​ identity, Ruri answered‌ with Dragon Fear.​‍​

“Ugh!”​‌​

Zed,‍​ who had been​⁠​ trying to flirt,‍ recoiled instantly and​⁠ clutched his chest.‍​

Even⁠​ as a Red-Eyed,‍ he was still‍ human and felt⁠ fear toward dragons.‍

“Ugh…‍ i-is this… a-a‍​⁠ dragon?”

“She’s‍ a dragonspawn. The‌ personal assistant of‌⁠ Dragon Queen Valdrova.”​​⁠

“…But⁠​ dragonspawn aren’t supposed⁠ to emit Dragon​‍⁠ Fear, and she‌⁠ doesn’t have horns⁠ or a tail.”​​

“That‍‍‌ just means she’s⁠​ an exceptionally powerful⁠⁠ dragonspawn.”

“I​ thought at most​‍ she was a half-elf or a halfling…”

Zed‌​ suddenly remembered the⁠‌ moment he had‍​ threatened Perda with‍⁠​ a dagger.

If‌ he had really⁠‍ attacked back then,‍⁠‍ there wouldn’t be‍⁠‍ a trace of​ him left now.‌‍​

He‌⁠ patted his shirt,‌⁠ wiping away the​⁠ cold sweat.

Ruri‍ looked at him‌​ like he was‌‍‌ pathetic and calmly‍‌ sat down again.⁠‍​

“Don’t​ worry. Even if​ she’s violent, give⁠‌​ her something to‌ eat and she‍⁠ turns docile.”

“Who‍‍ are you calling​ docile?”

Hearing‌‌​ Ruri’s retort, Perda⁠​⁠ nodded.

“It’s​⁠ true. More than⁠ docile, you’re like‌ a dog.”

“Eh?​‍‍ Are you insulting⁠‌​ me again?”

“It’s⁠ a compliment. There’s‍⁠ a breed of​ dog called a Chihuahua—small but brave.​​‌ I think you’re‍‍‌ like that.”

“Can‍⁠ I please punch​​‍ him just once?”​​​

“No.​ I’d rather avoid⁠‌ pain.”

Perda‍ kept provoking her,‍⁠ and Ruri was‍⁠ growing more and‍⁠‍ more irritated.

If​‌ a regular person⁠ had taken that​​ Dragon Fear head-on,​‍⁠ they’d already be‌ suffocating.

But⁠​ Perda remained completely‍​⁠ calm, and the⁠‌‍ only one caught​‌ between them was‍‌ Zed, who said:‌

“I’ll…​ go talk to‌​ the driver. Call‍ me if you​ need me.”

More‌ than seat comfort,‍⁠ peace of mind‌ was more important.​​⁠

***‍

To‍‌ find Echidna Philiaz,​​⁠ Perda entered a deep forest.

They⁠‌‍ advanced to a point no longer​ accessible by carriage.‍

“They‍​ say we can’t‌ go any further.‍‍ The path is​ too narrow.”

“Then‍⁠ we’ll go on⁠⁠‍ foot.”

“It’s‍ quite a distance,⁠​​ but not too⁠ steep. Think of‌​ it as a stroll.”

With‍⁠ no choice, Perda‍⁠‍ got down and‌‌​ walked with Ruri‌⁠ and Zed behind‍⁠‍ him.

The‌⁠ two following him​ walked like it​⁠ was a casual‌⁠ stroll, but Perda‍‌​ was drenched in‍⁠‍ sweat.

“Maybe​‍‍ you should train‍‍ your stamina a bit?”

“Oddly⁠‍‌ enough, this is‌‌​ my limit.”

“If‌‌​ you push a little more, wouldn’t​ your endurance improve?”​‍

“My‍‍ family was a knight house, and​​‌ thanks to this,‍‍‌ I became the⁠‍⁠ Dragon Queen’s fiancé.”‍​⁠

“Ah,‍​ that explains it…”⁠⁠

Zed‌​‍ scratched his cheek​ awkwardly.

“Want‌ me to carry‍​ you?”

“I’ll‍‍ pass.”

Even⁠⁠ if it was‌⁠‌ hard, Perda didn’t‍‍‌ want to slow⁠⁠ down and pushed⁠‌ forward with sheer‍ willpower.

Finally,​‍ a lone house​‍ appeared deep in‍‍‍ the forest.

“There⁠ it is.”

“For⁠ a witch’s house,⁠ the sinister aura‍​​ is impressive.”

“And‍ now it’s also⁠⁠‌ a place you’ll‌‍‌ enter.”

“I‍‍‍ know. Ahem… alright!”​⁠‌

Zed​‌ stretched and prepared​‍ for the mission.​‌​

“Man,‍⁠​ seducing a witch⁠​⁠ for the first⁠‍ mission feels like​‍ sticking my head​ in a tiger’s​ mouth.”

“You‌ don’t have to⁠ try so hard.‍ Just show that‍‌ face.”

“Are⁠⁠ you saying I’d‍​ be dead without‍ this face?”

Perda⁠ stared and replied.‌

“Without​ that face, you‍ might end up‌​‍ dead.”

“Ha…‌‍​ still underestimating me.‍​ Fine, just watch.”‍‌‍

Zed⁠​ slicked his hair​ back with both​‌⁠ hands, adjusting his‌ look.

He​​‍ switched into full‌ playboy mode and​ headed toward the⁠‌⁠ witch’s house.

“Echidna​‌​ Philiaz—what kind of⁠​ woman is she?”​⁠

When​ Zed had gone​‍‍ a bit ahead,​ Ruri asked.

“A‍‍⁠ witch.”

“I‌ know that. They’re‍⁠‍ a bloodline that​ becomes one through‌‍‍ rituals and call‌​‌ each other sisters,‍​‍ right? That’s why⁠​​ when they become‌​​ witches, they receive‌⁠​ the surname Philiaz.”‌

“That’s‌‌⁠ right. You know​⁠‌ quite a lot.‌ Here, have a candy.”

“Do⁠‌‌ you think I’m‍⁠​ a child?”

Even⁠ as she said‌⁠⁠ that, Ruri took‍‌ the candy and​‌‍ rolled it in⁠‌‍ her mouth.

“What​​‍ I mean is,⁠​ why insist on‍ bringing in a witch?”

Bringing​‌ in a witch​​‍ was a dangerous​‌ act.

Even​‍ more so when‍‍⁠ it was someone​‌ with the surname‌⁠‍ Philiaz.

Only⁠ women with magical​ talent and who​​ bore the Red‍ Circle could become‍​​ witches.

The​⁠ Red Circle formed‌ from intense emotions.⁠

And‍⁠‌ in most cases,⁠⁠‍ when a woman​⁠‌ awakened the Red​‍‍ Circle, it was‌⁠‍ born from resentment​⁠ toward a husband‍⁠ or obsession over​‍​ a child.

In‌‍​ other words, witches‍ were mostly people​ who harbored extreme‌‍ hatred and rejection‌‍‍ toward men.

“That’s‍ why people say‍​ witches are impossible‌‌‍ to deal with‌ and extremely selfish.”‌‌​

“That’s​‌ true.”

“Then⁠⁠‍ if Echidna Philiaz⁠⁠ was considered a heretic even among‌ them, is she⁠‍‌ like Vernell?”

Vernell.‌‌‍

“More⁠​‌ than Vernell, I’d‌⁠ say she’s like⁠‍⁠ my fiancée.”

“Comparing⁠ a witch to​‌​ my lady is‍‌ disrespectful. Don’t say​⁠ such things.”

“I​ just said they’re‌‍‍ similar.”

Ruri​ growled, glaring at⁠‍​ him.

No‍​ matter how she​​‌ looked, she really‍ did resemble a dog.

“Don’t‌ worry. It’s precisely‍‍ because Echidna was‌ labeled a heretic​ within Philiaz that​ we can recruit​‍⁠ her.”

“Because‍‍ of that?”

Before⁠ she could ask⁠‌‍ further, Zed came‍ out of the⁠⁠ witch’s house.

Not⁠ even three minutes⁠‍ had passed since‍ he went in.‌​

Zed​‍⁠ came back scratching⁠ his head, looking‌‍ awkward.

“Uh…”​‍

Particulars‌‌ of Echidna Philiaz.⁠

“As​‌‍ soon as she​‍ saw me, she‍ said she’d accept⁠‌ anything unconditionally. Is⁠‍⁠ that okay?”

A serious sucker for‌​‍ handsome faces.

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