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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 20: The Carrot and the Whip

Chapter 20: The Carrot and the Whip

“Is‍ this a demonic⁠​⁠ beast?”

Zed⁠ looked at something‌‌‍ with a disgusted‍ expression.

It​⁠ was the creature‌ the soldiers of​‍ Count Consilus had‍‌ brought.

The‍ demonic bear was⁠​‍ confined inside a thick stone sarcophagus.⁠

Firmly‌‍‌ chained, its joints‌‍ twisted and sealed‍‍ so that, even​⁠ if it regenerated,⁠​ it could not‍ exert its strength.‌‍

It‍‌​ was completely neutralized.‌

“That​⁠ is right.”

“It‌​​ is the first‍ time I have⁠ seen a demonic​⁠ beast. Since I have never had‌​ to deal with‍‌⁠ them, I did‍ not know they‌ were so repulsive.”‌‌‍

“You‍ speak like a noble lady.”

“Well,‌⁠ even if it⁠‍‍ does not seem⁠⁠‍ so, I was‌ raised with quite‌ a bit of​​​ luxury. On the‍‍​ dragonspawn side…”

As‌‍‍ he uttered that​⁠‌ word, Zed showed‌ a bitter smile.‍⁠​

Then‍ he looked at​ Perda.

“So,‍​‍ why did you‍​​ call me?”

“To​‍‌ work as an‌‍‌ assistant.”

“Does​‌ it have to‍ do with that‍⁠ bear?”

Perda‍‌ tilted his head‌ toward the creature.‍‍‍

“…What​⁠ do you intend​⁠ to do with⁠ that?”

“Even⁠ tied up like​⁠‌ that, it is‍​⁠ still growing. It⁠ seems harmless now​ because we have‍‍‌ put a brake​​⁠ on it, but​‍ within an hour​‍⁠ its heart will​‌ beat again.”

“I​⁠‌ see…”

“And‌‌​ if it senses⁠⁠​ a threat to​ its life, it​​ will grow several​​⁠ times faster than​‍‌ normal.”

“And‌‍⁠ then?”

Perda⁠‌‌ sliced the air⁠‌ with his index⁠ finger.

“Every‌​​ three hours you⁠ must cut its‌​ flesh. Tendons and⁠‍​ nerves included.”

He‌ patted him on​‌⁠ the shoulder.

“You⁠​ will do it.”‍‍

“…Every⁠‍ three hours? And‌ how am I supposed to sleep?”⁠⁠

Perda⁠‍‌ answered calmly.

“They‍​ say the faithful‍‍ in the south‌‍⁠ pray every three​​ hours. Without missing‍ a single day.”⁠​

“But⁠‍⁠ I am not‌ from there. Speaking⁠ humanly, how am‌ I supposed to​​​ do that?”

“If⁠​​ they can pray⁠​⁠ every three hours,‍‍ you can too.”⁠

“Could⁠‌​ I not take‍⁠⁠ turns with the​​ maid?”

“I⁠​⁠ already told you​​​ she is not​‍‌ my loyal servant.⁠‍​ If you can​‍⁠ convince her, I will not stop‍​ you.”

Zed⁠‌⁠ closed his mouth.‌⁠​

Not​​ even he, who‍⁠​ believed he could‍‌ seduce women with‌‌ ease, wanted to​ meddle with a dragonspawn.

“Do‍‌‍ not worry. It⁠ will not be‍‌​ forever. Only until⁠ Vernell obtains results.”​⁠

“Until​⁠‍ he obtains results?​‍ How many days‍ will that take?”‌

“It​‍ could be months.”‍‍

“Months…?”‍‍

A hollow laugh escaped​ him.

Cutting​⁠⁠ a beast every‍⁠‍ three hours for‍ months?

— Grrrk… grrk…

The‍‍​ bear exhaled with⁠ a nauseating sound.⁠

“You​ recruited me for‌​​ this?”

“If⁠​​ not for this,​​ then for what?”​​‌

“Fine…​ alright. Only until​​‌ the research is‌ finished?”

“Of‍ course.”

“Ha,​ I appreciate it.”‍‌‍

But‍​​ his eyes burned⁠‍ with fury.

They​​ turned reddish, shining‌‍ intensely.

What‌⁠ future awaited Vernell,⁠‌​ not even Perda‍ knew.

And​ he did not⁠ care either.

Let⁠‍‍ him deal with​ it.

***‍

Two‍​ days later, a horse returned to‌​​ Valdrova Castle.

Vernell⁠⁠ had survived mana‍⁠ burnout under the‍⁠⁠ care of Count⁠⁠ Consilus.

‘Today⁠ I am not‌‌‍ the same as⁠ yesterday.’

He​ felt euphoric.

He​‍⁠ believed that experience‍​ had elevated him.‌

‘From​‍‌ now on I will stake my‍‌‌ life on this​ research.’

If⁠‍ he wanted power‌ capable of changing‍‍‌ the world, he‍ had to strive⁠ accordingly.

Abandon‍‍‌ his comfort and​​‍ burn his own​​‍ body if necessary.‌

As​⁠‍ he left the​‌ horse in the​⁠ stable, he saw‌‌ a man in​ front of the⁠⁠‍ door.

Aside⁠‌ from Ruri and‍‌ Perda, it was‍​ the first person​ he had seen​⁠​ in the castle.​‌​

‘How‍ handsome…’

Brown‍⁠ hair tied back‌​​ in a ponytail,‍⁠‌ tall, flawless even⁠‌​ to male eyes.‍‌

He‌⁠​ approached when he​‌ noticed the man​​​ smiling at him.‌‍

Up‌ close he perceived‌ something.

‘He​‌‌ looks tired…’

He‍‌​ had pronounced dark‌ circles under his⁠‍ eyes.

“Nice​​⁠ to meet you.‌‍‍ I am Zed.”⁠

He‌‍‌ smiled brightly.

“N-nice​⁠​ to meet you.‌​ I am Vernell.”‍​

“Yes,​​ I have heard​ about you. How‍ old are you?”‍⁠​

“Twenty-seven…”‍‌⁠

“Ah,​​‍ older than me.​‍ Then I will⁠‍‍ call you hyung.”‍‍⁠

“Ah,‍​‍ yes…”

“Let‌‌ us go to​⁠ the laboratory, hyung.”‍​⁠

Zed​ guided him.

‘Someone​ that handsome calling​‍‍ me brother!’

Perhaps‍‍‍ after adversity came‌‌ reward.

After‍​⁠ enduring the bear‍⁠‍ and brushing against​⁠​ death, now he​ was being treated⁠‌⁠ with respect.

The‍ resentment he had‌ felt upon arriving⁠‌​ disappeared.

“Here‍ is the captured⁠ bear.”

“Ah,‌‌ yes. It is‍‍ alive and well⁠ cared for…”

“Of‍‍⁠ course. Who do⁠​‌ you think took​ care of it?”​​‌

“You,​‌‌ Zed? Thank you.”​‌‍

“Ha,‌​ it is nothing.”‍​

Zed‌‌ dragged a chair.​

Rrrrk.‍

The‌‌ sound echoed like‍⁠⁠ that of an‌​⁠ executioner in hell.​⁠

He​⁠‌ placed it in​⁠ front of the‌‌‌ entrance, sat down,​ and crossed his‌​ arms and legs.⁠

Blocking​‌⁠ the exit.

“Go‌⁠ ahead. Begin.”

It‌‌⁠ was not figurative.‍​‍

“Excuse⁠ me?”

“The‍ research. Let us‌​‍ not waste time.”​

In⁠‍‌ the candlelight, his⁠​‍ dark circles looked‌ even deeper.

“Thanks‌‍‌ to your research,‍​ this younger brother⁠‍⁠ must wake up⁠‌⁠ every three hours‌ and, with this​ dagger—”

Clang!‍‌​

“H-hah!”‍

“—cut⁠ that bastard every⁠⁠​ single time.”

“I-I…​‍ I am sorry…”⁠

“Oh,​‍ there is no​‍ need. If you​‍ need anything, whatever‌ it may be,⁠‌ I will bring‍ it to you.‌‍ So devote yourself⁠ to researching without‌ worry.”

In‌‌ Zed’s eyes a blazing hell burned.​⁠

The​​‌ dagger embedded in‌⁠‌ the table exhaled‍ an icy chill.‍​⁠

“And‍​⁠ sleep? Does one⁠ sleep after dying?”‌

In⁠ Vernell’s mind a single phrase echoed.⁠

What​⁠ is done is‌​‍ done.

***⁠⁠‌

An​ army advanced along‍⁠ the main road.⁠

At​ the vanguard rode‍‌ two knights, and​ just behind them‌‍ waved the banner​ bearing the family⁠⁠ emblem.

In⁠⁠ the center of‍‍​ the formation, surrounded⁠​ by soldiers, a luxurious carriage advanced‌⁠ slowly.

Baron​ Giyot was on‍ his way to⁠ fulfill official matters.⁠‍

His⁠ destination was Valdrova⁠​ Castle.

Even⁠ from afar the‌ fortress could be⁠ seen, situated on‌ the slope of⁠‌⁠ a solitary mountain‌ in the east.​⁠⁠

“Uuugh…”‍‌

Baron⁠‌ Giyot’s stomach twisted.‍​‌

The​‍‌ closer they came​​ to the castle,⁠ the worse he​ felt.

“Damn‌⁠ it… My father‍ said I would‌‌‌ never have to⁠‌⁠ go to that​ place… all lies…”‍‌‌

“My‍⁠ lord, breathe deeply.”​‌⁠

“Yes…‍⁠ deeply… Huu… I,⁠‍‌ third son of​ House Giyot, cannot⁠‌ be frightened by‍ this.”

“That‌ is right, of⁠​​ course!”

The⁠ baron took a deep breath.

Although‌ now he was‍‍ fat and clumsy,‍‍ in his youth​‍​ he had been‍⁠ a knight.

That‍⁠⁠ said, one who‌​⁠ had never set​ foot on a battlefield.

Without‍​‍ feats or medals,⁠​ it was natural‌​ that he would⁠‌ end up relegated⁠‍ to a frontier‍⁠ barony.

“Do‍​⁠ not be so⁠ frightened just because​⁠‌ he is the⁠​ fiancé of that⁠​​ damned red lizard.⁠ House Giyot has⁠‌ solid connections! Blood⁠⁠ is thicker than⁠ water!”

“B-but‍‌ that bastard even‌ killed someone from​ House Wolter…”

“House​​ Wolter did not‌ cause trouble afterward,‍⁠⁠ did they? In‌‍​ fact, it would​ not have been‌ strange if they‌‌ had disappeared. They​ will not dare‍‌​ to touch House‌ Giyot.”

“Right?‍ Yes… it must⁠ be so…”

He​ tried to hypnotize‌​ himself with his‌‍‌ servant’s words.

By‍‌‍ then, the carriage‌‌‌ had already entered‌ the castle.

The​​⁠ door opened and​​⁠ a red carpet‍ was laid before⁠ him.

In​ the middle stood​​ a small maid⁠⁠ with silver hair.‌​

A dragonspawn of Valdrova.‌‌

“Welcome.”⁠‌

“Y-yes.”​⁠

“This⁠​ way.”

Ruri‍‍ led the way.⁠⁠⁠

Baron​⁠​ Giyot walked along‌ the red carpet‍​ accompanied by his​​​ closest knights.

The⁠​‍ place was well​​ maintained, without a gloomy aura.

But‌​​ the absence of‌ administrators and soldiers‌⁠ unsettled him even‌‍ more.

It⁠‍‌ was like walking​​ toward the stomach​‌‍ of a leviathan.⁠‍⁠

‘Do⁠ not think about‌​ it. Do not‍‌ think…’

A massive door rose‌ before him.

Carved​ with the exploits‌‍ of dragons.

At‌​‌ human eye level⁠ it clearly read.‍⁠

— Revere before the‍ primordial flame and​‍⁠ the lord of​⁠⁠ power.

The‍‍⁠ door opened.

A man rose to​‍ receive him.

The‍​ baron trembled.

“It‌‍​ has been a long journey.”

Gray⁠⁠ hair and blue‍⁠⁠ eyes.

Looking​‍ into them was‌⁠‌ like gazing into​ a deep, bottomless​ lake.

Perda​⁠⁠ Valdrova.

“You‌ are sweating a great deal. Was‌​ the journey difficult?”⁠⁠‍

“N-no…⁠‍‍ ha, ha…”

“Then‌​​ it must be‌⁠ lack of exercise.⁠⁠ You should lose‍ some weight. Obesity​‍‍ shortens life.”

“Thank‍​ you for your‍‍ concern for my‌⁠ health.”

“Take⁠‍⁠ a seat.”

Perda‍ made him sit‌‌ across the table.⁠‍‌

The⁠⁠‍ baron’s sweat did​⁠ not cease.

“You⁠‍​ must be having‌⁠‍ a hard time​‌⁠ in the eastern​‍ frontier.”

“It‍‍ is nothing compared⁠‍ to the burden‍⁠ your highness carries!‍‌ Ours is insignificant!”​

“That‍ is right. Yours⁠​ is insignificant.”

The​‌ tone changed.

The​​ atmosphere as well.⁠​⁠

The⁠ baron understood.

He⁠ had fallen into‌‍‌ the trap of​ his own words.‌

“I‌‌ did not wish​ to verify it,⁠⁠⁠ but upon becoming‌ regent I took‍‌‌ greater interest in​ certain matters. So‍‌‌ I reviewed your​⁠ documents a little.”‌‍​

Tap.‍⁠

He⁠​⁠ placed the file​⁠ in front of‌⁠‍ him.

“There‍‌⁠ are many indications‍ of forgery.”

Giyot’s​⁠‍ Adam’s apple moved‍‍​ with difficulty.

He‌‌⁠ wanted to protest,‍ but he could⁠ not.

Perda‌⁠​ continued.

“There‌‍ are too many⁠ inconsistencies. Do you‌ know how much‌‍​ disappeared in total?”​⁠‍

He‌‌‌ pointed to the​‍ figure.

“3,000‌ golden.”

Golden,⁠‌‌ the unit used⁠⁠‌ to count gold‌ coins.

“It‌ says here that​ you swallowed three​ thousand coins that‍​ the peasants might⁠ never touch in⁠ their lives.”

“I-I‍ did not write‍⁠ that…”

“Of‌‍‌ course not. With⁠⁠ that elegant handwriting⁠⁠​ anyone would say‌​ I wrote it​ for you.”

It⁠ was obvious.

“You​ kept a portion​ and distributed another⁠​‍ to your subordinates‌‍‍ to turn them‌‍ into accomplices. What​‌ you truly took‍⁠‌ may not reach‌‍ three thousand. But​​ that is how‌‍ nobles are—the more‍​ luxury, the heavier​‍ the neck that​​⁠ must bear it.”​

Perda‌ moved on to⁠⁠⁠ the next document.​⁠

“Charges‍​ embezzlement, falsification of⁠‌‌ official documents, improper​⁠​ conduct…”

With⁠⁠‍ each word, the‍⁠‍ baron seemed to‍⁠‍ age a year.‌

“…According⁠‌ to imperial penal‍‌ code, depending on‌‍‌ the severity, the​ minimum fine is​ 10,000 golden…”

The‍‍ blue eyes pierced​‌ him.

“And⁠​​ in the worst⁠⁠ case, you may‍⁠​ be executed and​⁠​ hanged at the​‌ castle gate.”

The‌⁠‍ image of Tesalos⁠ Wolter’s end crossed​ his mind.

The‍ baron fell to‍‌ his knees, pale.​‍⁠

“Mercy!‍⁠ It will not​‌‌ happen again! Never!”​⁠

“Hm.”‌​‌

Perda​⁠ stood and patted‍⁠⁠ his shoulder.

“Listen⁠ well. I am‍⁠ not telling you⁠‍‍ to stop.”

“Eh…?”​⁠

“I⁠‍‍ do not care‌ if you fill‍‍ your belly. I am not interested​ in how much‍​‌ you have taken.”​

“T-then,‍​​ why…?”

“What⁠ concerns me is​⁠ capability.”

“C-capability?”⁠​

“I​ prefer someone a little dirty but‌⁠ competent over someone⁠​‍ clean and useless.‍‍​ For the common⁠ good, a slight⁠​ deviation does not⁠‌⁠ concern me. I do not care‌​‍ if you eat‍ well or if‍​⁠ you roll around⁠ with a prostitute‌ named Rosemary.”

He‍​​ leaned in and‍‍‍ whispered.

“Prove‍‌ your competence. Resolve‍⁠‌ the food problem‍ and the demonic​ beast issue soon.⁠‍ Bring stability to‌‍‌ the people.”

He​​ waved the documents​‌​ lightly.

“Otherwise…”‌​‌

“This‌‍‍ official document might‌ by chance reach‌‍ the imperial capital.⁠‌‌ The emperor, of​‌⁠ course, and also‍ your parents and​ siblings would learn‌ of your irregularities.‌​‌ And then a fierce race would‍ begin to see​‍ whether the imperial‍‌‌ executioner arrives first‌‌ or the knights‌‌ of your house​‍⁠ to cut your⁠‌ neck. Do you‍⁠ understand?”

“Y-yes,‍⁠⁠ I understand! I will prove it‍​ without fail!”

“Good.‍‍‍ That concludes it.​ You may leave.”‍⁠‍

Baron⁠ Giyot left hastily,⁠⁠‌ like someone who⁠ had just removed​ his head from‍⁠‍ the guillotine.

Perda,‍​ with a satisfied⁠ expression, marked Baron‌‍ Giyot’s name on​⁠ the audience list.‌‌​

‘It​‌ is definitely convenient‌‌ to have someone‍ who thinks for‌⁠⁠ me.’

No‍​ matter how elevated‌‍‌ his level as‍‌ an archmage had⁠⁠ been, he was​⁠ not an expert​ in such tedious​ administrative work.

To​⁠​ point out where‍​ and how money‌⁠ had been used​​‌ required related knowledge‍ and experience, and⁠​‍ Perda had neither.⁠​‍

The​‌ one who had⁠⁠⁠ been his brain⁠⁠ in this matter⁠‌ was none other‌‌​ than Morida.

A girl who appeared‌⁠ naive, but carried‌ a universal library⁠⁠ in her head.⁠​

Perda‍ had given her​‍ this instruction.

— From now on‍⁠‌ review everything listed⁠ in the account​‍‌ books and reports.‍‌⁠ Summarize any part​⁠‍ that does not‍⁠‍ add up. And,⁠​ based on the​‍ imperial penal code,​​​ also calculate the​ possible sentence.

Morida‍​⁠ nodded and began‍ rapidly reviewing the‌​‌ contents of the​​​ books.

Fliiip—!​‍

She‍⁠‌ read at an​ absurd speed, as​​‍ if she were⁠⁠⁠ only pretending to‌ turn pages.

A task that would⁠ have taken a week for several⁠‌ people, she resolved​​‌ quickly.

Thus⁠ she documented the‌ irregularities of fourteen‍‍‌ territorial lords, one‌ by one, and⁠ Perda met with⁠‌ each of them⁠⁠‍ based on those‍ reports.

‘The‌⁠ irregularities themselves do‍⁠⁠ not concern me.’​‍⁠

Just⁠‍‌ as there is‍ no fish without‌‌ smell, there is‍ no noble without​ corruption.

If‌⁠ they are not‍​ competent, he will‌‌‌ simply remove them.‌

They‌⁠​ only had to⁠⁠​ prove they did​⁠ not occupy their‌⁠‍ position by mere‍ inertia.

“With​ this, even Baron‍ Giyot left crying‍ like a child.”​⁠

Said​​‍ Ruri, who had‌⁠‌ been observing in‌⁠ silence.

“There⁠ are about five‌ left.”

“Are⁠‍‌ you going to‌‍ become a tyrant‍⁠⁠ merely by instilling​⁠‌ fear?”

“Only‍‍ fear? This is‌⁠ the first time‍ I have used​‌ the whip.”

“The​⁠ whip…?”

“The‍‍⁠ carrot and the‌​ whip. The key​⁠⁠ is to alternate‍⁠ them.”

Ruri‍​‍ recalled the events​⁠‌ she had experienced‍‍⁠ with Perda and⁠‌‌ tilted her head.‍‌

“Until‍​‍ now you have​‌‌ only used the⁠​ whip harshly.”

“Oh,‌‌ really?”

“Yes.‍ You seem determined‍⁠​ to crush them⁠‍‍ with fear. Or‍ perhaps you have‌‌​ grown so accustomed‍‌​ to pain that​ your threshold has‍ risen.”

“Hmm…”​

Perda⁠​ had not realized​‌ at all that​​​ he was only​‍ using the whip.​

“It⁠​​ does not matter.”⁠⁠

Even‍‍ if, as Ruri⁠ said, he was‍​ only using the​​ whip, he had‌ no intention of⁠‌​ offering the carrot‍ for now.

“They​ have been useless‌ donkeys who have‍⁠⁠ only consumed the‌ carrot from the​ granary. Should I not make them⁠ work?”

“That‍​‌ is also true.”​​‌

Ruri‌‌​ nodded.

Perda‌ Valdrova.

Today​ as well he⁠‌⁠ wields the whip‍ diligently for the​ development of the⁠‍‌ grand duchy.

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