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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 17: Spying on a god’s shame

Chapter 17: Spying on a god’s shame

The‌​​ maid flinched and⁠‍ asked again.

“Eh?‍‍ Are you saying⁠‌⁠ you will take‌‍ her, sir?”

“Think‍ about it carefully.​​ According to your​‌ own words, this‍‌‌ girl will continue‌​ being unable to‍ properly do what​ she is ordered,⁠⁠‍ and everything will⁠ remain the same.​⁠⁠ Then, in the‍⁠ end, who will⁠‌ have to take‌⁠ care of it‌‌ again? You, isn’t‌ that right?”

“……”⁠‍

The⁠‌ maid’s lips tightened.​⁠

Indeed,⁠ that was already​ happening, and thinking⁠⁠ that it would‌⁠ continue happening made​‍ irritation rise to‍‌‍ her head.

“You‌‍‌ have the authority‌ to give orders‌​‌ to this girl,⁠ do you not?”​​⁠

“Yes…‌‌​ that is true.”‍

“If⁠ you have similar​‍ authority, then you‍ could also order‌ her to get⁠‌ out of this‍ house.”

“Hmm…⁠ even so, she​‌ is a girl⁠⁠ my master appreciates.”‍

“That‌ is what you⁠​‍ say with words.​ But think carefully.”‍

Perda‌‍‍ began to coax‍ the maid calmly.​⁠‍

“The‍ brighter jewels shine,‌​​ the more their​ flaws become visible.​⁠ In the long​⁠⁠ term, who do‌‍ you think will​​​ suffer more? Your​‌ master now enjoys⁠‍⁠ the good life​⁠ with the title‍⁠‍ of Sage. Is​⁠‍ it not the‌ decision of a loyal servant to‍⁠‍ correct and conceal⁠⁠ the flaws of​‍​ someone like that?”⁠‌‌

“……”⁠

The‍ maid’s gaze changed.‍​

Perda’s​‍ words began to⁠ seem strangely reasonable⁠ to her.

The‍​‍ very fact that⁠‍ she hesitated meant⁠ she was already‍ falling.

Perda‍ decided to deliver‌‌ the final blow.‍⁠

“I⁠⁠ will help you‍‌⁠ make that decision‌ more easily.”

He‌​ took out three‌‌ gold coins and‌​ placed them in⁠‌ the maid’s hand.‍

“A-ah!⁠‌‌ G-good heavens…!”

The⁠⁠‌ woman’s eyes widened.‍‍⁠

Three‌‍​ gold coins.

For​ a commoner, even⁠⁠​ seeing a single‍ gold coin in​​⁠ an entire lifetime​ of work was‌‍ difficult.

Receiving​ three at once​ was enough to⁠‍‍ cloud any judgment.​

‘Yes…⁠​​ to conceal my‌​ master’s flaws, trash‍‍‌ like this…’

The‍‌‌ maid cleared her⁠‌ throat and immediately‌ began rubbing her​ hands with a servile smile.

“Then,​​ sir… what must‌‌ I do?”

“It‍​‌ is simple. All⁠ words have power.⁠‌ You only need⁠⁠‌ to give her‍​ an order. Tell​ her to abandon​‌ her name from⁠‌‌ now on.”

“Ah,‍​ understood. Brat, leave⁠ that and come‍ here.”

The⁠‍ girl stood up⁠‍⁠ and walked to⁠ the maid’s side.‍

“Listen‌⁠⁠ carefully, you damned⁠‍ brat.”

At​‌⁠ those words, the​‍ girl nodded.

“From‌ now on, you​‌‌ are going to‌​ abandon your name.​​ And from this‍⁠​ moment, your master‍‍​ will be this​‍​ gentleman. So follow⁠‌‌ him from now‌ on. Understood?”

The‌⁠​ girl’s eyes slowly‌⁠ lifted toward Perda.⁠⁠

Empty⁠‌ pupils, unfocused, as⁠​​ if asking a silent question.

Perda‌⁠ looked directly into⁠ those eyes and‌ asked,

“Will‌ you acknowledge me​​ as your master?”​‌‍

At‍⁠ the question, the⁠‍ girl responded by‌⁠⁠ nodding.

She‌​ nodded again and​‍ again.

“Good.‍⁠⁠ Confirmed.”

Perda​​⁠ looked up at‌ the middle-aged maid.‌​‍

She‍⁠​ was too busy⁠‌ caressing the gold​​​ coins.

“Since‌​‌ the deal has​ been closed, I will tell you‌ an interesting fact.”‌‌​

“An…‌‍ interesting fact?”

Now‌‍⁠ that he had​ obtained what he‌‍ wanted, it was‍‍ time to reveal‌‌​ the truth.

“Why​‌ your master appreciates‌‌‍ a girl as‍ incredibly clumsy as⁠⁠‍ this one, whom​‍ you yourself despised.”⁠⁠‌

“Well…‍​⁠ because she is‍ somewhat pretty and​ that is all…”‍‌

“No.⁠ Helus Povidas, your‌ master, prefers women​​ with large breasts.‍ And he likes‍‌‌ women who laugh⁠‍ loudly at unfunny⁠​‌ jokes as if​‌⁠ they adore them.⁠​ He is a man with an⁠⁠​ enormous inferiority complex.⁠ He lacks the‍‌ confidence to face‍⁠​ intelligent women, so‌ he prefers empty‌‌ ones. And even⁠ if she is‍ somewhat pretty, there‍ is no reason‌‌⁠ for him to‍​⁠ like such a young and expressionless​‌⁠ servant like this.”​

The‍‌‍ maid’s face began‌​ to stiffen.

She⁠ did not understand​‍‌ why she was​⁠ suddenly being told​‌‍ all that, but​ the undertone of​⁠ the speech seemed​‍ to scream that‌ she had made‍‍​ a mistake.

“Would​ you believe me‌⁠ if I told‌ you that this‌ girl is, in⁠ fact, the source‍‍‍ of the clairvoyance‍ your master possesses?”​​⁠

“What‌‍ are you saying?⁠‌‍ How could someone​⁠⁠ as stupid as⁠ this…?”

Confusion​‌ was reflected in‌⁠‍ her eyes.

At⁠‌‌ that moment, the‌ maid realized.

She⁠​‍ realized that she‌⁠ had been the‍⁠‍ truly foolish one,​‌ blinded by her​​‌ desires.

And‍​ also that she‍⁠ had fallen into‍​ a trap.

With‌‌‍ trembling hands, she​ extended the three‍​ gold coins again.⁠

“I-I…⁠‌​ I will can-cancel‌​‌ this. I will‌ return the money,⁠‌​ so give me⁠‌ back the girl—”​‌‍

“No.​ That is not⁠‍ necessary. And even‍ if you returned‌⁠​ it, you would‍‌ not be able​‌ to leave alive.”⁠​​

“W-why?”‍

“Because⁠⁠ you already understood‌ what I told​ you, did you‍⁠‍ not? What you​⁠ just heard is⁠‍ like spying on⁠​ a god’s shame.‍‌ I hope you‌ understand that as​​​ well.”

There‍⁠ was no alternative.​​​

Whoever‍‌‌ spies on a god’s shame must⁠‌ die.

The⁠ maid’s face turned⁠​ pale.

“The​‍ reason I told‍‌‌ you is because,‌⁠ at least, I am showing you⁠ some goodwill. It​‍​ means you should​⁠ take that money​ and flee immediately.”‌‌

Perda⁠‌ gave the advice‌⁠‍ with the same‍⁠‍ coldness as always.‍⁠‌

“The‌⁠‍ moment your master‍⁠‌ catches you, you⁠‌ will disappear without​‍ a trace.”

***‍

“Do‌ you think a human can suddenly‌⁠​ attain enlightenment?”

Perda‌‍‍ asked Ruri.

She​​ answered without hesitation.‍​

“Yes.”​‌

“Why?”⁠‌

“Humans​⁠ believe they live‍‍‌ by accumulating knowledge‍ over time, but‌‍‍ they cannot live‌ only on that‍‍​ accumulation. I think‍ they have survived‌‌⁠ because there exists‌ a spark that‌ cannot be reached⁠ through accumulated knowledge‍‍ alone.”

It⁠ was a perspective⁠ befitting a servant‍​ of an immortal.‍⁠‌

“You‌ are partly right.⁠ But you are⁠⁠​ also wrong.”

“In​ what part?”

“They​ say that no⁠ matter how much⁠‍​ you dig in​ a place without​⁠ a vein, you‍​‌ will never find​⁠ water. Even if⁠‍ someone awakens, wisdom‍​ that never existed⁠‌‍ cannot suddenly spring​​ forth.”

Perda‌ looked at the​‍‍ name on the​‍‍ list.

Helus⁠‍ Povidas.

“This⁠‍ man is the‌​​ same.”

“Then,‍ what you are​ saying is that⁠ the Sage of​​ Water is only‌‍‌ a scarecrow…”

Ruri‌⁠​ looked away.

Beside‌ her, a blonde‍‌⁠ girl of similar⁠‍ height stood with⁠ a docile posture.⁠

Her⁠⁠ unfocused eyes gave‌⁠​ the perfect impression​‍ for her to‌⁠ be called stupid.‍

“Are‍‌‍ you saying that​⁠ this clumsy girl​ is the source?”‌‌

Perda‍⁠ made a gesture‍​‌ as if pulling⁠‍ an invisible leash.‍

“Have‌​ you heard of‍ the slave sage?”​‌

Humanity‍​ stores and compresses⁠ knowledge, learns from⁠​​ the past, and‌⁠​ opens a path​ toward the future.⁠‌

In‍ Perda’s world, where‍ one does not⁠​ advance by colliding​​ with the body,‍ that was what⁠‌‍ they called it.‍⁠

To‌‍‍ predict the unpredictable.⁠⁠

To‌​ control the uncontrollable.⁠​‌

That​‌ is the core‍​⁠ of those who‌‍⁠ seek knowledge, and⁠ each advances toward​ it in their⁠‌ own way.

To‍‌⁠ connect knowledge with⁠ knowledge to obtain‌ new conclusions.

To⁠ explore and dig​⁠‌ to unearth lost‍​⁠ techniques.

Or‍ to pray to⁠‍ the gods to‍⁠ obtain the desired‌ answers.

Or​​ even to set‍ foot in forbidden‌ domains that should‍ never be stepped​‍ upon.

‘Of​​⁠ all that, the‍‌⁠ most effective is​ still the forbidden​‍‍ territory.’

Not‌‌ to kiss a god, nor to‍ see him smile.​

But​‍ to spy on‍​​ his shame.

The​‌‍ girl Perda had​‌‌ obtained had also​‍⁠ set foot in‌‌‍ that forbidden territory.‌⁠‌

To‌​‌ acquire wisdom capable⁠ of shaking the‌‌ world, it was‍ necessary to pay‍​ an enormous price.‍

And‍‍ that price was⁠ surprisingly simple.

‘Who⁠ am I?’

One⁠ loses the ability‌​‍ to ask that​ question.

A question so simple,⁠⁠‍ and at the‍‌‍ same time, absolutely⁠ fundamental.

Knowing⁠ who you are⁠ is tied to‌⁠‌ why you live.‌‌⁠

And‍ why you live‍ leads to your‌ actions.

But,‌⁠‌ at the same‍‌‍ time, the fact‌⁠‍ of not being‌​ able to think​‍​ about it is⁠‍‍ what allows survival.​​​

The⁠⁠ ultimate wisdom and‌‌ knowledge, incapable of‍​⁠ moving or thinking⁠ on their own.‍​

The‍​​ ultimate tool.

“That​ is how a slave sage is⁠⁠⁠ born.”

“To‌ lose oneself in‍‍‍ exchange for power⁠ truly is a stupid choice.”

“Yes.‌​ It is a truly stupid choice.”​‌‍

Perda‍ murmured bitterly.

Ruri‍ could not understand⁠​‍ why he made​ that expression.

“Then…​​ what kind of​‌ forbidden knowledge did​ she obtain to​‌ end up like⁠ this?”

“It‍‌‍ is simple.”

Perda‍‍ tapped her lightly⁠ on the head.‍‌

“Manseosseo.”‌

“Manseosseo?”​

“Would⁠⁠ you believe me‌ if I told​ you that inside‍‌ that small head⁠⁠ there are more‍‌‌ books than in‌‍‍ the entire library​⁠‍ of Escolea?”

“……”‍

Ruri‍‌ glanced sideways at⁠‌⁠ the girl.

There⁠ was not a trace of magical‌ power, nor an‌​​ ominous aura. A completely ordinary girl.‌‌⁠

If​⁠‍ she had passed‍‌ her on the‌⁠ street, she would​‌⁠ have taken her​ for a random‌‌⁠ fool and walked‌‌⁠ past.

To⁠⁠ say that she‍ had more books‌​ than the Manseosseo,⁠‍ considered the compendium‍ of human intelligence?⁠⁠

It⁠‍ was not easy‍​ to believe, but‍​ she did not‍‌ refute it.

After⁠⁠ all, the choice‍ had been Perda’s,​⁠ and the responsibility‍‍​ was his as‍‌ well.

“Look⁠‌⁠ at me.”

Perda‍⁠ gave the order⁠‍​ to the girl.‌

Her‍‍ eyes fixed on‌ him.

“Before​‍⁠ giving you a name, I will‌‍​ impose a highest-priority‍​ order on you.”​‍​

Perda⁠ spoke clearly, syllable⁠⁠⁠ by syllable.

“This‍‌‍ order will be⁠⁠⁠ engraved like your‌‍ breathing and the​⁠ beating of your‌⁠ heart, and it⁠‌‌ will become an​⁠​ absolute and unchangeable⁠​ truth.”

She‍⁠‌ nodded.

Perda,​‌​ as if reciting‌​​ a spell, continued.‌​

“The‌‌ sovereign of great⁠​⁠ power, the Dragon⁠​⁠ Queen, the Grand⁠⁠ Duchess Valdrova, will⁠‍ be the beginning⁠‍ of your existence⁠‍‌ and also your‍​​ end. You will⁠‍ devote your entire​ life to serving‍ her.”

She‌​‍ nodded.

“I,‍ Perda Valdrova, as​​ her representative, will‌ possess command authority‌‌ and give you⁠ orders.”

She‍ nodded.

“However,‌ if any order‍‍ contradicts the convictions‌⁠⁠ of the Grand‌ Duchess Valdrova or​ goes against her,​⁠ you may object⁠ to it. And​​ if you still‍​⁠ cannot understand…”

After⁠ a very brief​‍‍ silence, he spoke​‌ again.

“As‌​‍ a last resort,​‍‌ you will be‍‍​ permitted to rebel.‍‍ Do you remember‍‍ everything?”

She‌⁠ nodded.

“Good.​⁠‌ From now on,​ your name will⁠‌ be Morida.”

The‌ girl received the‌​‍ name Morida.

In‌ her eyes, a strange vitality began‍​ to shine.

***‌

“Except‍⁠​ for Vernell Marquis,‌​​ you have managed‍ to recruit them‍⁠‌ all.”

In‌ the office of‍ Valdrova Castle.

“That‌ man will come‌⁠ soon as well.”‌‍​

“Are​⁠⁠ you sure?”

“If⁠ after telling him‍‍‌ all that he‌‍ does not come,‍‍ then I will‌⁠ have to give⁠ up.”

There‌⁠ was no obsession​‍ nor attachment of⁠​​ the kind I must obtain him⁠ at any cost.‌⁠

It‍⁠‌ was rather like‍‍ letting bonds flow,‍​ just as time​‌ flows.

‘It​‌ is almost like‍ the behavior of‌‌‍ immortals.’

Even‌‌⁠ Ruri, who clearly‍​ distinguished between those​⁠‍ two things, felt‍‌ confused.

Ruri‍⁠ looked at the‌⁠‌ paper with four‍‍ names and four⁠ lines written.

“Then,​ are these four‌​‌ the end for⁠⁠‍ now?”

Perda​ shook his head.⁠​​

“In​ truth, one more⁠​​ is missing.”

“Who?”‍​

Perda‍​‌ wrote the name⁠ of the person‌ he had in‌‌ mind.

– Ruri Valdrova.

“It‌ is you.”

Ruri⁠‍ showed sincere rejection.‍​‌

“I​​ have not the‍‍ slightest intention of​ taking your side.⁠‌ Do not misunderstand‌‌ just because we⁠​ have dealt with⁠‍‍ each other a little.”

Perda​ did not overlook‍ her loyalty.

“That‍‌‌ is fine. That​ is not what‍‌ I desire either.⁠​‌ Rather, I prefer​​‍ that you continue⁠‍ distrusting and hating⁠​‍ me as before.”‌

“……What​‍‌ do you mean?”‌‌

“If‍‍​ Morida were ever​⁠⁠ to lead a rebellion, you should‌ stand at the​ front.”

“…….”‌‍

Ruri’s‌​ expression hardened.

She⁠⁠ looked more shaken⁠ than when she‌‍‌ had heard the‌‍ word assistant.

“That‍‌ means… I must​⁠ kill you?”

“That​‌ is right.”

“Why?”​

Perda‍ answered calmly.

“Unlike‌ immortal beings such⁠​​ as dragons, humans​⁠ are destined to‍⁠⁠ die someday.”

“……!”‌‌​

Ruri​⁠‌ unconsciously clenched her‍⁠ fist.

It‍ was something she‍⁠‌ herself had once⁠‍‍ said to Valdrova.‌‍

“Since⁠‌ we are going​‍​ to die someday,‍ we change and‍‌​ our vision becomes‌ clouded. When that‌‌ moment comes for‌⁠‌ me, I might​ use the excuse‍‍ of doing it‌‍‍ for the Grand‌‍ Duchess and only‍⁠⁠ seek to satisfy​⁠ my own desires.”‍‌

His​‌ eyes, twisted by‌ a strange sadness,⁠⁠‍ slowly lifted toward​​ Ruri.

The‍‍‌ blue pupils looked⁠‌ at her, laden‍ with deep feeling.⁠​‍

Ruri​‍‌ could feel it​‍‍ clearly.

“That‌ is why you,‌ as her servant,‍‌‌ must watch over‌ me.”

This‍‌‌ man was willing‍‍​ to sacrifice even‌​ his own life.⁠​

“So​ that my queen,⁠​​ my fiancée, will​ not be hurt.”​

With‌‍ trembling lips, Ruri⁠ spoke with difficulty.​‍‍

“…You‌ speak like a human who does‌​‍ not know his​‌ place.”

A venomous remark that⁠⁠‌ slipped out without⁠ thinking.

Even‍‍‌ so, Ruri nodded​ and replied.

“Very‌​‌ well. After hearing⁠​ you, I think‌‌⁠ that is something‍ I can do.”‌

“I‍‌ appreciate it. As‌‌ expected of a loyal dragonspawn.”

“However,​‍‍ there is something​‍‌ you seem not​⁠​ to know, so⁠⁠​ allow me to​ correct you.”

Ruri‍ crossed out the‌‍⁠ part of her‍ surname.

That‌ meant she was‌ not a spawn‌ of Valdrova.

“My⁠‍ true name is‍‍ this.”

– Ruri Silverwind.

“With⁠⁠ that, I take⁠​ my leave…”

Ruri‌ left the office,‌⁠ and Perda remained​⁠​ silently looking at​​‌ the name she​⁠‍ had written.

‘This‌​ I truly did‌⁠ not expect.’

The⁠‌ surname Ruri had​​ written was a considerable shock to‌ Perda.

When⁠ a dragonspawn completes⁠ the ascension ritual,‍‌ she receives as‍‌​ her surname the​‍ name of the‍ dragon she serves.‌​

Just⁠ as Perda went‍ from Rosnova to‌​⁠ Valdrova, Ruri should​‍⁠ also have inherited‌​​ the surname of⁠ her dragon.

But‍‍​ she was not‍‌ Valdrova, but Silverwind.​​⁠

‘That‍⁠ means spawn of‍‌​ the silver dragon.’​⁠‌

If⁠⁠‌ he thought about⁠ it calmly, it‍⁠ was something he​‍​ could have noticed‍​​ before.

The​‌⁠ mobility capable of‍ moving in an​‌⁠ instant.

Wind-attribute⁠‍‌ magic.

Everything⁠ matched the blood‌ of a silver⁠‍ dragon.

And⁠‌⁠ yet, in Perda’s‍‌ mind, something did​ not add up.‍

Because.⁠

‘Silverwind​ died at the‌‌ hands of Valdrova.’⁠​

After​ killing the black‍‌​ dragon Godwin, Valdrova⁠⁠​ lost control.

To⁠⁠ stop her, someone‌ sacrificed his life—the⁠ silver dragon Silverwind.‌

‘From⁠​ then on, they⁠ were little less‍‍⁠ than mortal enemies.’‍‍

The​‍⁠ reason why Valdrova​⁠‌ was considered an⁠‌ evil dragon was​ also largely due⁠ to the influence‍⁠⁠ of Silverwind’s faction.‌

He‍‍⁠ had many spawn​ under his command‍⁠ and enjoyed great‍‍ prestige.

‘For‌⁠ a spawn of⁠⁠ the silver dragon‍​‍ to swear loyalty‌⁠ to the Dragon​‌ Queen…’

Perda‍ rested his arm⁠⁠ on the armrest⁠⁠​ and tapped his‍‍‍ chin lightly.

‘Does‍‍‌ that mean she⁠ is only pretending‍​⁠ loyalty?’

He​ immediately denied it.⁠

‘Ruri⁠ is more loyal‍ than anyone.’

There‌‍ was no doubt.​​

She,​⁠‍ who took care​ of everything for⁠ a solitary mistress,‍‌‍ could not be‌‍ doing it only​‍​ out of a sense of duty.​​​

‘Then‌ is she rejecting⁠​​ her blood as​‌​ a spawn of‍​ the silver dragon?’​​

He‍⁠ denied that as​​ well.

Blood‌ is thicker than​‍⁠ water.

And‍⁠‌ in dragon society,⁠ that principle was‌ even more absolute⁠ than among humans.‍

‘I⁠⁠ do not know.’‍‍​

Perda‌‍​ reviewed his own‌​‌ future.

Thinking​ about it carefully,⁠‍⁠ there were several‌‌ points that seemed⁠​ strange to him.⁠​

When⁠⁠​ he went to​⁠⁠ kill Valdrova.

‘Ruri​ was not there.’​⁠⁠

The⁠‌‌ castle she had‍ built was half​‌ destroyed, and inside‌ the lair only‍‌​ Valdrova remained, as⁠‍⁠ if waiting for‌‌ death.

Not‌ even at the‌‍‌ moment of her‌​​ agony did Ruri‍‌ appear.

‘If‌ only I could‌‌​ know the reason…’‍​⁠

For​ the Perda of⁠‍ the past, that‍ had been something‍ outside his interest,⁠‍ so he had⁠ no way of‍⁠⁠ knowing.

For‍⁠ now, the only⁠⁠​ thing he knew​‍​ was that this‌ Ruri, so loyal,‌⁠ would one day‍‌‌ turn her back​ on Valdrova.

‘Perhaps⁠ it is something‌‍ I should find‌⁠‍ out.’

Whether​ he liked it⁠ or not, it⁠ was undoubtedly something​​⁠ that would bring⁠‍‌ sorrow to his​⁠ companion.

And​‍ Perda did not‌ hesitate.

***⁠

The‍​ next day, a carriage arrived in⁠​‍ front of Valdrova‍‍‍ Castle.

Vernell⁠ Marquis had arrived.​

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