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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 18: What is done is done

Chapter 18: What is done is done

Perda‍‍ climbed to the‌ top of a solitary mountain.

He‍ had asked Ruri‌‍​ to help him​⁠ get there with⁠ a single purpose—to​ observe Valdrova’s battle.‌‌

— KROOOOAAAH!

A deafening roar seemed‌​‌ to overturn heaven⁠ and earth.

Today,⁠‍ she had stopped⁠ the advance of​‌‍ more than a hundred demonic beasts.​‌

In‌ the past, that‌‌​ would have been⁠​ a moment in​‍ which he would‌ not even have⁠ been able to‌​ breathe.

But⁠⁠‍ now he was‌‍​ as calm as‌​ if he were​⁠⁠ contemplating distant mountains.‍​⁠

‘The‌⁠ effect of that‍⁠ liquor is undeniable.’‌⁠

The​ fear toward dragons⁠​ had disappeared, and⁠⁠ even the fear‌⁠ they exhaled barely‍​ interfered with his⁠​‍ body.

Even‍‍‌ so, while he‌‍‌ was surprised, he‌ also felt curious.‌

“How⁠​ do the others​‌ endure this? Even‌ inside the castle‌‍ it must not⁠ be easy.”

“There‍⁠‍ are artifacts.”

Ruri⁠‍‍ took a ring⁠​ from beneath her‌​​ skirt and showed⁠​ it.

It‍ was a common​‌ silver ring, with‌‌⁠ inscriptions engraved on​‌‍ its inner side.⁠​

Perda‌ could not read‌ those characters.

“It​ serves to track​ the location of⁠​​ the castle’s employees​ and to mitigate⁠‌‌ fear toward dragons.⁠ Up to one⁠ hundred employees can​‍‌ live inside the‌ castle without problems.”‍‍‌

“Does​ it have an‌ effect similar to‍‍‍ what I obtained​ by drinking?”

“Not⁠ as much. In⁠‍ their hearts, the‌ fear toward dragons‍‍​ still remains.”

“Even⁠ so, they prepared‌ quite thoroughly.”

“They‌‌​ prepared unnecessarily much.”‌‍

“Hmm……”⁠

After‌⁠‍ thinking for a moment, Perda spoke⁠​‌ again.

“Did‌⁠‌ you say there‍​ are a hundred​⁠ of those?”

“That‌​‍ is correct.”

“Then,​ could you not​​‌ have used one​‌ on me from‌⁠‍ the beginning?”

“I​⁠‌ could.”

“And‌⁠⁠ why did you​‌‌ not give me‍⁠‌ one?”

Ruri’s​‌‌ eyes slowly shifted,​‍ and she shrugged.⁠‌

“You‍‌‍ never asked for​ it.”

One‍ could feel how​ much she had⁠⁠ hated the previous​​ Perda before the​ engagement.

‘Although‌‍​ it seems she​ still hates me.’⁠

But‌⁠ what was the​ point of dwelling​​ on the past?‌⁠⁠

Perda‌​ turned his gaze‍⁠‌ downward, toward Valdrova.‌

If​⁠​ there was something‌‍ different from the⁠ past, it was​ that now, after‌ finishing her task,‌⁠‌ she did not‌​‌ immediately return but‍‌ instead turned her​⁠ gaze.

A pair of horns‌⁠​ rising forward and‍‍ another pair lifting​‍ toward the sky.‌‍‍

A presence so imposing‌‌​ that the word⁠ tyrant seemed insufficient.​‌

He‌⁠ even felt that‌ those golden eyes‍ met his.

‘I⁠ can sense it.’⁠​

Since⁠‌ he drank the‍​​ engagement wine, he‌‌‌ felt as if‌ an invisible thread‍ connected him to​ Valdrova.

And⁠⁠‍ whenever it happened,⁠‌⁠ without realizing it,⁠‌⁠ he would form​‌ a smile.

Valdrova,‍ on the other​⁠​ hand, avoided his​​​ gaze and returned‍ to her lair.‍‍

‘Did‌‌‌ I put her‌ in an awkward​ position again?’

Although⁠ he was already‌​‌ her fiancé, he​‍ had never truly‌‌ spoken with her.​‌⁠

Every⁠⁠⁠ time he tried​​ to approach, she⁠‌⁠ avoided him, and​‍ the only thing‍⁠‌ he could do‍​ was observe her.​​

‘Social‍​ anxiety…?’

If​ one saw her​​⁠ tearing apart demonic​‍ beasts, she seemed‍​​ nothing more than‍⁠‍ a barbarian.

But⁠ in Perda’s mind,‍‍​ the first thing‌⁠​ that came to‌ him was her​​ lips.

‘She⁠​ has an extraordinary‍​ talent for making‌ me despair.’

An​‍⁠ oasis that springs‍‌⁠ forth in the‌ middle of the⁠‍​ desert.

The⁠⁠⁠ faint warmth of‌‍‍ a blue flame‌‍‍ in eternal ice.‍​

To‍ be so close​‍‌ and be able​‍⁠ to do nothing⁠ but observe her.⁠‌

Like‌⁠ a condemned man⁠⁠‌ who has an⁠ apple before him‌‍​ but can never‍‍⁠ eat it, who​⁠ has water but‌‌⁠ can never drink‌‌ it.

At‌⁠ least to be⁠‍​ able to look‌‌ her in the​⁠‍ eyes and speak​⁠‌ with her…

“Is​ it still not⁠​ permitted to speak‌​ with her?”

“Yes.‌‌‍ She has given⁠ the order to‍‌ wait until the‌‌​ time comes.”

“It⁠ has been more‍⁠​ than a month.”‍⁠⁠

“Compared​​‍ to her life,⁠ it is as‍ brief as a blink.”

The​‌ time of immortals​‍‍ and that of‌ mortals is different.‍

Impatience‍⁠ began to take​​ hold of Perda.⁠⁠‌

‘Waiting​‍​ until she orders‌⁠‌ her feelings must⁠​⁠ also be part⁠ of the role‍‌​ of consort.’

He⁠ decided to be‍ patient.

He​​‌ still had much​ life ahead of⁠​⁠ him.

Ruri,‍ who had been​‍‌ observing everything, looked​ away.

“Lord‌ Perda.”

“What‍ is it?”

“A‍⁠ guest has arrived.”⁠​⁠

In‍ an area Perda⁠ could not see,⁠​⁠ he barely made‍⁠ out an elongated⁠‌ figure in front‍⁠ of the castle.‍‍‌

Ruri,⁠ acting as his⁠ eyes, said,

“It‍ seems Vernell Marquis​⁠‌ has arrived.”

***⁠

Vernell‌ Marquis.

When​‍ they met again,‍‌ he was in⁠‌‍ even worse condition⁠ than before.

His‍⁠ debts had been​​‍ settled and the‍‌​ troublesome thugs no‌​ longer harassed him,‍‍ but that did‍‍ not mean his​⁠ life had improved.⁠​

“Uh…⁠ I have thought‌​ it over…”

“Get‌⁠​ to the point.”‌‌

Perda⁠‍ was direct.

“I‌ am not in​ the mood for‌‍​ detours.”

He‍‍‌ not only wanted‍​ to prevent Vernell‍​‍ from changing his‍ mind, but in‌‌ his dantian the‍​‌ Red Circle was⁠ spinning intensely.

He⁠ did not want​ to let that‍​​ exhilaration slip away‍⁠ because of Vernell.​‍

“As‌ you said… I think it is⁠ better to manufacture⁠ weapons.”

“Have‍ you abandoned your‍‍‍ convictions?”

“No,​ I have not‌ abandoned them. As⁠ you said, manufacturing⁠​⁠ weapons can also​‍‌ serve to maintain​⁠​ peace. I was‍⁠ just… afraid of‌​‌ criticism.”

Vernell⁠⁠ looked at the‌ letter of appointment‍​ he was holding.‌

“I‌‍ will manufacture weapons.‍ To eliminate the‌‍​ demonic beasts of​ the far east.‌ But I wish⁠‍‍ that those weapons‍‍‍ not be used⁠‍‌ in wars between​ humans. At least⁠ while I am⁠ still alive.”

“That‌​ I cannot promise.”‍

Perda‍⁠⁠ did not lie;⁠‌ he told the‍‍⁠ truth.

“I​​ see…”

Vernell⁠‌‍ did not show​‍ great disappointment.

Even‍‍ if he was‌‌‌ a frog at​ the bottom of⁠‌ a well, he⁠‍​ still lived in​ society and knew‌ how things worked.​

The‌ development of weapons⁠‌⁠ can overturn the⁠‌ balance of war​‍⁠ depending on who⁠⁠‌ advances first.

And‌​⁠ in that field,⁠​ magitechnology would become​‌‌ an innovation that‍‍ accelerated everything.

“You⁠‍‌ do not need‌‌​ to feel so⁠‍ guilty. Think of​‌ it this way—if‌ you forge a sword, with what‌⁠ do you stop​ it?”

“If⁠⁠​ a sword is​‍‌ created… then a shield and armor‍ are created to‌⁠‌ block it.”

“If‍‍ a sword is‍‍‍ created that pierces​​ even that armor‍ and shield, should‌​‍ we surrender and‍‌‍ remain watching the⁠‍‌ ruin?”

Vernell‌‌ finally understood.

“No.⁠ We must create‍ even better armor​ and shields.”

“You​‍‍ manufacture weapons, but‌‌‍ at the same‌‌ time you manufacture​ shields. If you‌​ want to avoid‌⁠ war, you must‍ continue developing. If⁠‍‍ you stop…”

“The​‌ adversary will take​ a step forward.”⁠

It​‌​ was a race⁠‌ that could not​‍ be stopped.

Before‍‍ his eyes, a reality he did⁠‌ not want to‌ imagine took shape.‍‍

In‍‌ his nose, there⁠ still seemed to​ linger the faint‍ aroma of coffee,‌‍‌ black tea, and‌‍ ink.

He‌ deeply missed Escolea.‍‌⁠

At‌⁠​ least there, that​ small room had‌‌ been his world.⁠

‘But‌​‌ I cannot return.’⁠‍‍

Magitechnology​‌ was a desire‍‍‍ he wanted to‍⁠ fulfill at all‍​⁠ costs.

“Of‍​ course, when there​⁠​ is room later,⁠⁠ I will allow‌​ you to research‌ applications in other​ fields. But the‌‍ priority is to​​ develop a tool‍ that pushes the‌ front line of⁠⁠ the far east.‌ If you achieve‌⁠​ that first, I will have no‍‍ intention of interfering.”‍​‍

“Y-yes,⁠‌ understood.”

“Good,‍‍‌ I think that​⁠⁠ is clear…”

Perda⁠ then moved on⁠ to speak seriously‍​‍ about Vernell’s research.​‌

“Tell‍ me first what‍⁠​ you need to⁠ begin.”

“More​ than tools, I need demonic beast⁠‍⁠ corpses.”

“Corpses?”‌‍

“I​⁠ must observe them‌⁠ first. The tools‌‌‍ come afterward.”

Vernell‍ scratched his head⁠​ and smiled awkwardly.​‍‌

“Actually,⁠​‌ if they were‌⁠⁠ alive, the progress‍ would be greater…​‌ although capturing one⁠‍ is not easy​‌‍ at all, haha…”​

Perda‍‌ nodded calmly.

“Understood.‌‌‍ Then is capturing⁠‍‍ one alive enough?”‌‌​

“Yes,‍‌‍ capturing it… uh…⁠ wait, do you⁠‌​ plan to capture‍‌ one?”

Vernell‍‍‌ asked, startled.

“If⁠‌ we want to​​​ accelerate progress, we​​​ must do it.​‍‍ There is still‍‍‌ a long road‌‌​ ahead; the first⁠⁠ step must be‍ large.”

“It‌ will be quite⁠‍⁠ difficult… but very⁠⁠ well. Thank you‍​ very much, your…‌​‍ highness.”

“Call⁠ me regent. It​​ is the official​⁠ title now. And‌‍⁠ you have nothing​​‌ to thank me‍⁠‌ for.”

Perda⁠‍⁠ stood up and‌‍⁠ put on his⁠ coat.

“We​⁠ leave in three⁠ days. Prepare yourself.”‌‌

“Excuse⁠‍ me? Leave… where‌‌ to?”

“Were⁠ you not the‍ one who said⁠‍ it? We are‌ going to capture‌ it.”

“W-we?”⁠

Vernell’s⁠‌ eyes widened so​‌⁠ much that his‌⁠ pupils seemed to⁠ shrink to points.‌

“Did‌ you think you‌⁠‍ would sit here‌​ waiting for someone⁠ to capture it⁠ for you?”

“Uh…‌ most people do⁠⁠⁠ that…”

“A​​ ridiculous joke. How‌‌​ could I stand‍⁠ by watching while‍ dozens die for⁠​ the whim of‌​ a scholar? At⁠⁠ moments like this,‌⁠‌ one moves.”

Perda⁠⁠‌ patted him on​‍‌ the shoulder.

“Is‌ it not the‌ belief of scholars‍⁠ that the truth⁠‍ sets a man‌‌‌ free?”

“T-that‍ is true, but…”‍

“If​​​ you sit waiting⁠⁠‌ for the truth​‌⁠ to fall into⁠‍‍ your mouth, it​ will not happen.‍‌⁠ You will have⁠​​ to move your‍ body.”

“Uuugh…”​⁠‍

“Prepare​‌ yourself well. You‌ must be in​ the best condition.”​‍

Vernell’s‌ face turned pale.‍

‘I⁠‍‌ should not have⁠⁠ come!’

What​‍‍ is done is⁠‍‌ done.

***​⁠‌

Perda‌ and Vernell rode​⁠ toward their destination.‍

Following‍‌​ the road, they‌⁠‌ saw a group​​ waiting for them.‍‍‌

Thirty‍‍ subordinates lined up​ with discipline, and​⁠‌ at the front,​‌‌ a man on⁠‌ horseback wearing half‍⁠ plate armor.

He​​ was the guide⁠‍ waiting for Perda.​​​

Arwen​‍ dismounted and greeted⁠​ him respectfully.

“I​ greet the consort⁠‌ of Grand Duchess​​ Valdrova, His Excellency⁠ Perda Valdrova, regent.⁠ My name is‌‍‌ Arwen. I have‍ been sent by​⁠​ order of Count‍⁠​ Consilus to assist⁠‍ you.”

“A‍⁠ pleasure. Did you⁠⁠ receive the orders‍‍⁠ properly?”

“Yes.‌​​ I was informed⁠⁠‍ that we would‌​ hunt a demonic‌⁠⁠ beast.”

Perda⁠⁠‍ corrected him.

“Not​⁠​ hunt. Capture. We‌​ are going to​‌ capture it alive.”​‍‍

“My‌​‍ apologies. I must⁠ have misread the​ document.”

In⁠⁠ truth, he had‍ not misread it.‌⁠​

It‍ was so absurd​‌ that he had​‌​ assumed it was‍​⁠ a mistake.

“It‍​​ does not matter.⁠ Where is it?”⁠

Arwen⁠‍​ pointed toward a spot in the‌‌ forest.

“We‌‌​ were reported that​‌⁠ from that direction‍‍ emanates the characteristic‌ energy of a demonic beast.”

“How⁠⁠ many?”

“By⁠ the recent expansion​ area, it appears​​ to be only​⁠⁠ one.”

“Then​‌ it will be‌ easy to capture.”⁠​

“You‍‌‌ see…”

Arwen​‌‌ continued in a serious tone.

“By‌⁠​ the estimated size,‌ it surpasses that‌ of a gray⁠‍⁠ bear. Even eliminating‌ it would be‍ complicated for us.”⁠

That​‌ is to say,⁠‌⁠ capturing it would‌⁠⁠ be even more⁠⁠ difficult.

But​​​ that did not⁠​ apply to Perda.​‌

“The‍ larger, the better.⁠⁠‍ We must capture‌ it.”

He‌​ patted Vernell.

“It​​​ will be useful‌⁠ for your research.”​‌

“Haha…⁠‌ y-yes…”

Vernell‌‍⁠ smiled stiffly while⁠​ screaming inside.

‘Do⁠ not say that!’⁠‌‌

The‍ soldiers’ gazes fixed‍ on him.

‘So‍ this bastard is‍‌​ the culprit.’

‘It‌‍ is already difficult‌‍‍ to kill it,⁠​ and he wants‍‌⁠ to capture it?’⁠

‘If​‍ I die trying​ to catch it,​ I will curse​‌‌ you until the‍ day you die.’‌‍

The⁠‌ curses seemed to⁠‌​ echo in his⁠ head.

“Haha…”‌‌

Vernell⁠​​ laughed.

One⁠‍‍ had to laugh​‌​ while one still‌⁠​ could.

***‌⁠

Arwen⁠‍ advanced first.

They‌ left the horses​⁠ behind so as⁠‌ not to provoke⁠‍​ the creature.

“To‍ which circle have‍ you reached in‍ magic?”

Perda⁠‌‍ asked as they‍ followed Arwen.

“My⁠ limit is the‌‍⁠ third circle.”

“Blue​‍​ Circle?”

“Yes.​ A mage must‍‌‌ at least be‍ Blue Circle… Are‍ you Red Circle?”⁠‌‌

“That⁠‌ is correct.”

Vernell‍‍ covered his mouth.⁠‌⁠

“I-I‍‌ am sorry! I should not have…”‌

“It‌ does not matter.​‌‌ Then, third circle.”⁠

The⁠​‌ title for those⁠‌‌ of the third⁠‌‌ circle was Magic‌‌ Worker.

Many‌​ could not overcome⁠ the barrier of⁠ the fourth circle,‌​ which is why‌ they detested that‌ term.

“Can⁠ you use Magic⁠⁠ Shot?”

“Yes.‌⁠⁠ I can generate​‌​ and fire spheres,‌‍ although the effective​⁠‍ range is—”

“As⁠‌‍ long as you​​‍ can generate them,​‌ that is enough.‌​‍ How many?”

“Uh…​‌ twelve.”

“And⁠ if you make⁠‌ them large?”

“Four.”⁠

The‌​ average for the⁠ third circle was‍ fifteen shots.

“You​ are below normal.”‍‍

“Hah…‌ that is correct.”‍

It‌⁠ hurt, but it‌​‌ was true.

His​​⁠ first dream had⁠ been to be⁠⁠ a mage.

‘In‌ the end, the⁠​​ only thing I knew how to⁠⁠⁠ do was not‌​ magic, but study.’​⁠‌

And‌‍‍ even that he‍‌ had ruined chasing​‌ absurd dreams.

“It​⁠ is enough. You‌ only need to​ support me.”

“S-support⁠ you?”

“I‍ will take care‍​ of everything. You‍ just execute simple‍‌ instructions. Understood?”

“Support‌‍‍ you? How…?”

“It‍ will be so‍⁠ simple that even‍‌ a three-year-old child‍‌​ would understand. Do‌ not worry.”

Vernell⁠ could not imagine‌​‌ the plan.

“Excuse‌ me, Lord Regent…‍ which circle are​‍ you?”

“Me?‌‌‌ Second.”

“S-second?”​⁠

“Does‌‍ it surprise you‍​​ that I am⁠​‍ below you?”

“It⁠ is not that…”⁠‌

He⁠ could not understand‍⁠‍ it.

‘Was​⁠​ the mana I saw real?’

He‌‌ had always believed⁠‍⁠ that Perda was‍​‍ hiding his level.‍​

But​‍⁠ he was only⁠⁠‌ second circle.

‘What⁠ can someone of​ second circle do…?’‍‍‌

At‌⁠‍ that moment, Arwen​ raised his hand.⁠‌

“I​‍ detect its presence.”​⁠‌

“Good.⁠​​ Well done. I will call just⁠​‌ before the capture.‍ Wait.”

“Excuse⁠​‍ me?”

Arwen​⁠‍ thought he had‍ misheard.

Perda​‍ frowned.

“Reprimand‌​​ the one who‍‌ drafted that document.⁠⁠ I said I needed guidance and‌ support for the‍⁠ capture, not that​ you would do‍‍⁠ it. Do you​‍ want to capture⁠ it yourselves?”

“Should⁠‍‌ we not?”

“I‌⁠ see knightly spirit.”‍

Perda‍‌ gave him a pat.

“Do‍​ not take your​⁠ life lightly. You‌ are a knight‍⁠⁠ of Count Consilus​‍ and of the‍‌‍ grand duchy.”

He‌ put on his‍ leather gloves.

“Let​​‍ us go. When​ I give the‍‍ signal, prepare to‍ capture it. Vernell.”‍

“Y-yes!”​​

Perda​‍⁠ walked with his​‍⁠ hands behind his⁠ back, with an⁠ elegance unbefitting someone‍ heading toward death.‌⁠

‘I‍ am going to‌⁠‍ die!’

For‌​ Vernell, he was⁠⁠ nothing but a herald of death.‍‌⁠

***​‌

After‍‌ ten minutes in​⁠ the forest, they⁠ found the creature.‍‌‍

‘A‌⁠⁠ contaminated one.’

It​ was not a beast born that⁠ way, but a corrupted animal.

Originally,⁠ it had been‍⁠⁠ a bear.

Now​ it was barely‌ something that had​‍‍ been “a bear.”​​

A creature whose mere​​‍ existence seemed irrational.​​

“Ugh…”​‌

“Do‌‍⁠ not vomit. If‍‌⁠ it detects us,​‍ it will be‌ problematic.”

“Ugh…”⁠‍

Perda‍‌‍ fixed his gaze⁠ on the target.⁠

“Generate​ the mana spheres‌‍ on your fingers.”‌⁠

“Yes.”‌​‌

Vernell‍‌‌ created a pure‍​ sphere.

“Now,‌‌ at my signal,‌⁠ throw them at​ me gently one‌‍‍ by one.”

“Eh?”​

At‍ him? Not at⁠ the bear?

“At⁠​​ you?”

“Yes.‍⁠ Throw it.”

Vernell‌​‍ closed his eyes⁠‍‍ and threw one.⁠‌

“Eh?”‍​

At⁠ that instant, something​ astonishing happened.

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