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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 24: To Judge People

Chapter 24: To Judge People

If⁠ one were asked⁠ the name of‍‌‍ the most recognized‍⁠‌ merchant in the​⁠ Arken Empire, most​‍ would mention the⁠‍ name Herman Pascal.‍‍‍

Herman⁠‍ Pascal.

Taking‌ his own surname,⁠​​ he founded a trading company called‌⁠ Pascal, and he​ is a man‍‌ who has been​ expanding it with​⁠‍ the ambition of⁠‌ extending his influence‌‌ not only within⁠‍ the empire, but​‌​ throughout the entire​‍‍ continent of Serdes.⁠

He‌‌ has three children,​‌ two sons and‍​‌ one daughter, and​‍ all of them‍⁠ grew up being⁠ called geniuses.

But​‍‌ among them, the​‍‌ one who showed⁠⁠⁠ the most outstanding‌​⁠ talent was the​ second son, Stephan‌‌ Pascal.

At‍⁠ that moment he⁠​ was thinking the‍ following.

‘If‌⁠ this continues like‍​‌ this, I will⁠ die without being⁠‌​ able to do⁠⁠⁠ anything.’

The‍⁠ reason was that⁠ the true struggle​⁠⁠ for succession had‍‍⁠ begun.

He​‍⁠ was a man‌ with a commercial​‌ instinct comparable to‌‍ that of Herman‍⁠ Pascal.

If‍​‌ he saw that​ something could generate​​ money, he invested‍‌​ without hesitation, and‍‌​ even if the⁠ investment failed, he⁠‌ never regretted it,‌ because he had‌ an aggressive personality.‌‍‌

He⁠ wanted to prove⁠ his position solely​ with his abilities​​​ as a merchant.⁠​‍

That‍ was why Stephan‍ focused only on⁠⁠​ learning business sense‍ under the guidance​‌ of his father​​ Herman Pascal.

But‍ when that same‌‌⁠ father initiated the‍⁠ board of the​⁠ succession struggle, Stephan⁠ realized that Herman⁠​‍ had not taught‌ him something important.‌‌

‘Charisma‌​ to dominate people!’‍

Stephan⁠‌ lacked that decisive​​⁠ charisma that a merchant needs.

The​⁠​ eldest son, Merchit⁠⁠‍ Pascal, and the⁠ youngest daughter, Tilda‌‌​ Pascal.

Compared​⁠ with the influence​‍​ and charisma those⁠⁠‌ two exercised, Stephan​​⁠ was nothing more‍ than a simple‌‍ extra among the‌​ crowd.

Lacking⁠‌ presence, he inevitably‌⁠⁠ kept falling further‍ behind in the‌‌​ struggle for succession.​‌‍

It⁠‌ was then that‍ Merchit made him‌‍ a proposal.

“Maybe⁠‍ I will become​‌ the true successor,‌‌‌ but you are‍⁠ better at running​ the trading company,​ so you should‌⁠ take charge of⁠ the company. I will only handle‍‌ the company’s mercenaries‌​ that I manage.​‍ That way at⁠ least we can‍ prevent our sister⁠ from causing any⁠​ trouble. What do‌⁠‍ you think?”

Merchit‌​ Pascal had achieved‌‌​ resounding success by⁠ entering the mercenary‌​ business under the⁠ pretext of protecting⁠⁠ the trading company.​​‌

Not‍ only was he​⁠⁠ intelligent, but he⁠ had also hired‍⁠​ an instructor who​​ had once been‍ a knight to‌ train his personal‍​ combat.

Although‍ Stephan lacked charisma,⁠​‍ he was not‍​​ an idiot.

‘Take‍​ the company’s mercenaries‍⁠ and leave me⁠ alone with the‌ commercial business? What‌ nonsense.’

No‌ matter how much​ money moves people,‍ nothing can compete⁠‍​ with force.

Even‌‍‌ now he continued⁠‌‍ strengthening his military‌‍ power. What would‍‌ happen if he‌⁠ truly became the‌ successor?

‘The‍‍ dog that catches‌ the rabbit always⁠​‌ ends up being‌⁠​ boiled.’

He‍​‌ could not join​ forces with Merchit​ Pascal.

‘Then​ should I ally‍‌​ myself with my​​ sister?’

Stephan‌‍ let out a dry laugh at​⁠‌ his own thought.‌

He‍‍‍ would rather hang‍ himself than do‍⁠ that.

‘That‌​‍ woman only thinks​ about seducing men,‌ devouring other trading​​ companies, and then‌ swallowing them.’

His⁠ younger sister, Tilda‍⁠‌ Pascal, was engaged​‌‍ to another large⁠ trading company within‌ the empire.

She‌​‌ had inherited the‍⁠ extraordinary beauty of‌‍ her mother, famous​‍‌ for her appearance,⁠ and had used‍‌ it as a weapon to build​ numerous connections.

She‌ acted as if‍‍ she were a pure and foolish​⁠‍ woman, but inside‍ she always carried‌‌‍ a knife and‍⁠ was ready to‌⁠ stab someone.

She‌⁠ had traits of‌⁠​ a sociopath.

If‍ there was something⁠‍‌ they both shared​⁠ in their way​⁠​ of thinking, it​⁠‍ was that under‍​ the sky two‌‌‍ suns cannot exist.‍​

‘If⁠ I want to‌ survive, I must‍ defeat them both.’‍

But⁠ how?

Stephan⁠​‍ had no connections.‌

Even​ the directors belonging​ to Pascal only​‍ mentioned the names‍​ of Merchit and​‍ Tilda.

As‌ if Stephan did​ not even exist.​​‌

“Ugh…”⁠

Letting‌​ out a groan,​⁠ Stephan collapsed onto‍‍ the desk.

He​​​ had to work,‍​ but he could​ not concentrate.

They‌⁠‍ say that even​‍ when the sky‌⁠ collapses a way‌⁠‍ out always appears,‍‍‍ so why was⁠ he not given‌⁠⁠ that opportunity?

While‌‍‍ he was lamenting⁠⁠‌ in that way,​⁠

“Excuse⁠‍‍ me, department chief.‍‌‍ Are you there?”​‍

The‌​‌ secretary opened the‍ door and entered.​

Stephan​ quickly stood up⁠‌‌ and smiled as​‌⁠ if nothing had​​ happened.

“What⁠‌‌ is it?”

“An‍​‍ urgent report has⁠‌‌ just arrived. They⁠‍⁠ say that throughout​⁠​ the entire empire​ they are requesting‌⁠ the same product​⁠ and that we‌ need to secure​‌ the supply.”

“Supply?​ Are we in​ some season where⁠ something in particular​ is needed?”

“That‍‍⁠ is precisely why​‍⁠ it is an‍​​ urgent report.”

“I‍ suppose you are‍ right. What is​‌​ it that they⁠ need?”

“Well…⁠​ it seems that‌‍​ wandering knights are​‍‌ requesting monster corpses.”​‌

“What?⁠ Monster corpses?”

It​‌ was such a strange request that‌⁠ even among urgent​⁠‌ reports it was​⁠​ exceptional.

There​‌ is a rumor‍⁠​ that even having​​ them nearby brings⁠ bad luck, so​‌ it is rare​‍ for monster corpses⁠⁠ to remain intact.⁠

“Do‌⁠​ we not have‍ enough in the‌‌‍ warehouse?”

Of⁠​ course Stephan was​⁠‌ a man who​‍ did not follow⁠‌⁠ the common sense‌‌ of ordinary people.​‍‍

If‍​‍ something seemed capable‍⁠ of generating money,‌⁠ he preferred to‌ store it first.‌⁠

He‍ had judged that‌⁠‌ monster corpses could⁠‌ become a kind⁠​ of spoils.

“Yes.‌‍ We confirmed that‌ there are around⁠​ 150 bodies.”

“Then‍​ sell them. What‌ else is needed?”⁠‍⁠

“Well…‍ the quantity currently⁠​ requested is several⁠‌ times greater.”

“What?​⁠ And why do‌​​ they want so‌​​ many?”

Normally,​ if one captured‌‌‌ about ten monsters‍ it was already‍ worthy of praise.⁠

Even⁠ if one did‌‍ not receive a decoration, it at‌ least served to‌‍ leave a good​ impression.

“I‍‍‌ thought it might‍ arouse your curiosity,⁠ so I investigated‍ a little. I found this.”

The⁠ secretary showed him⁠‌ a copy of​‍ a poster.

“It​⁠ seems that in‌‌ the region of​ the far east⁠ they are selecting​‌‌ an official, and⁠ they say they‍ are looking for‍‍‌ brave knights capable​⁠ of fighting monsters.‍‍ If someone offers‌⁠​ thirty monster corpses,⁠ they will grant⁠ the territory and​‌⁠ the position that⁠​ belonged to Tesalos‌‍⁠ Wolcher, who was​ recently executed that⁠ is why the‍‌ wandering knights are‍ placing orders.”

“It⁠⁠ is something tempting.”‍

They‍‍ are wanderers who​‌ live without direction,‌‍‌ so if there‍​‍ is a possibility‍‌ of receiving a territory and a title, it is‌‍‌ normal that they​‍‌ would throw themselves​ into it.

The​​ place is in⁠‌⁠ the far east,​​ near the demon⁠⁠ lands, but what⁠‌ does that matter?‌‍

“Hmm…”‌

Stephan‌ scratched his chin.‌‌

His⁠ eyes remained fixed⁠‌​ on the poster.‌

‘This‌‍​ clearly does not⁠⁠‍ mean what it⁠ literally says…’

Stephan‍‌​ began to make​‍ his mind work⁠ to interpret the‍‍ hidden meaning of⁠‍ the announcement.

‘Asking‌ those types to‌ bring monsters… could‍⁠⁠ it be to‍‌ gather at the​‍ same time people‍⁠​ capable of hunting‌‍​ them?’

Perhaps​‌ they set thirty​​ monsters as the‌⁠⁠ minimum condition to⁠‌​ carry out a selection, and then​‍‍ there is something‍​ more afterward.

‘It​​‍ can be interpreted⁠​​ that way, but​‌‍ let’s try to‌ see it from​‌ another angle.’

Stephan⁠ analyzed it using‌​​ his merchant’s instinct.‌⁠‍

They⁠‍ say that if‌‍‍ you bring more⁠⁠⁠ than thirty monsters,​ they will give⁠‌​ you a territory.​

‘It⁠‌ is clearly an​ unbalanced deal.’

Although⁠ it was a difficult task, it‌​⁠ was not a feat that deserved‍​ receiving an entire‌‌​ territory.

An‍‌ excessive reward usually‌‍ means one of​ two things.

Either‌​​ the one who​⁠ posted the notice⁠ is an irredeemable​ idiot.

‘Or‍ it is bait​ to attract people.’​

Wandering‌ knights from everywhere⁠ will come to⁠‌‌ obtain a title.⁠⁠

And‌‌ what will they‌​ bring with them?​‌​

Their​ subordinates and monster‌‌⁠ corpses.

‘That‍ means the Principality‌​ of Valdrova needs⁠​​ monster corpses.’

Here‍⁠⁠ Stephan became completely​‍‍ stuck.

Asking‍ for monsters in⁠‌ a place where⁠ monsters abound everywhere?⁠

It‍ was like importing‌ sand in the‌‍‍ middle of the⁠ desert or fish⁠‍ on the coast.​‌‍

‘Will⁠​⁠ they try to⁠‍ manipulate the account​ books? Some kind‌⁠‌ of black market⁠⁠ method? Price manipulation‌⁠ taking advantage of‍ chaos?’

Among​ those countless possibilities,⁠‌​ if it was‍⁠ something that could‌ be requested in‍​ large quantities and​ also announced publicly,⁠⁠⁠ there was only​ one answer.

‘Research.’‍

They⁠ were conducting research⁠ that required a large quantity of​‌⁠ corpses, and they⁠ were attracting people​‌ using an official⁠ position as bait.‍‌

‘Perhaps…’⁠⁠‌

It⁠⁠ could turn into‍⁠ money.

The‍ excitement was such​​ that the dull‍ gaze he had⁠​‍ from the succession‍ struggle began to‍‍ shine.

“Are‌‌⁠ they already trading‌ monster corpses?”

“Yes.‌ The wandering knights‍‍ are arriving in⁠​ masses and are‌​ even fighting among‍ themselves.”

“I⁠ understand. Tell the​‌‌ other trading houses​ to buy all​ the monster corpses​​‍ they can. We‍⁠ will secure them⁠⁠‍ first. Understood?”

“Uh…‌‍ can we really⁠ do that?”

“Do‍‌ what I tell‌‌ you.”

“Understood.”⁠⁠

“Then.”⁠‍

Stephan⁠‍‌ stood up abruptly‌‌⁠ and took his⁠‌⁠ coat.

“Uh…‍​⁠ where are you⁠⁠‌ going, department chief?”‍

“I‌‍⁠ will travel for⁠‌ a few days.‌ You said there​ was a wandering​⁠‌ knight downstairs, right?”‌​‍

“Yes,‌‌ but… chief?”

As⁠‍⁠ if every second⁠‍ were precious, he⁠​ ran out.

***‍

“Mwahahaha!‌‌⁠ Consider it an​ honor to accompany‌‍ this hero, Robellus.”‍‍​

The‍ wandering knight called‍ Robellus spoke with⁠⁠ an arrogant smile.​

His‌⁠ manner of speaking‌‍​ was full of‍‍ narcissism.

Stephan⁠ smiled awkwardly.

“Ah,⁠ the honor is⁠‍ mine. Haha…”

“While​ you are with⁠⁠ this Robellus, you‍‌‌ will feel the⁠⁠​ security of being‍ surrounded by the‍‌ empire’s walls in⁠ every direction. Because‌​‍ this body of‌​​ mine…”

As⁠‍ soon as that⁠⁠ speech began, Stephan‍‌ sighed inwardly.

‘I‍ truly have no‌ eye for judging‌ people.’

Among‌‍ the ten wandering‍⁠ knights who had⁠‌‌ passed through the⁠ trading house, the​‍​ one he had​⁠ considered the best‍⁠‌ turned out to‌ be this guy.​

During⁠​ the two days‌‍‍ of travel toward⁠‍ the principality he⁠‍ had not stopped⁠ boasting about his‍ feats.

When⁠⁠⁠ he finished one‌​ story, he repeated⁠‌ it.

And⁠‌​ when he repeated‍ it, strangely some⁠ parts changed.

That⁠ meant he did⁠ not even remember⁠‍ his own stories‍‍‍ properly.

‘That​ is why I hate wandering knights.’⁠‌‌

Wandering‍‍‌ knights.

Of​ the stories that⁠‍ minstrels must memorize,‍ eight out of​‍‍ ten are feats⁠​‍ of wandering knights.‍‍‍

Their‌ adventures and achievements‌ make the heart‌‍ beat and offer​ a kind of‌‍‌ catharsis that breaks⁠‌ the monotony of⁠​​ daily life.

Of‍‍ course, that is‌ only a fantasy​​⁠ believed by children‌‍‍ who listen to‌ those stories.

Stephan‌ knew their true​⁠ face very well.⁠‌‍

‘They⁠⁠ call themselves wandering​⁠‌ knights, but they‌⁠ are nothing more‍‌‍ than bandits or‌​⁠ thugs.’

They⁠ were groups armed‍⁠ with military training,⁠ but without any‍ authority above them​ or clear affiliation.⁠

A group of force‌‌ that could turn​​‌ into bandits at‍​​ any moment.

‘In⁠ fact, several appeared‌ every week asking⁠ for sponsorship.’

There‌​‌ were many who‍ asked for money​ and an identity‌ without even demonstrating‍ their ability.

Sponsorship⁠​ could serve to​‌⁠ build connections, but‌‌​ he did not‌​‌ want to stain​‍ his network with‌ that kind of⁠​ garbage.

‘Besides,⁠ what would be‍⁠‍ the point?’

They‍⁠ boast that they‍​‍ would do anything‌‌ to obtain a title, but when⁠ things become difficult​‍ they run away‍​ in their underwear.​​

If‍‍‍ they wander around​‍‍ the world, it‍ is for a reason.

Hiiiing!⁠⁠⁠

“Eh?​ What is happening?”​​

The⁠‍⁠ carriage horses began​​ to lose control.⁠​‍

They‌‌ had smelled a dragon.

The⁠⁠ horses of the⁠​ principality were accustomed‌‌‌ to that smell⁠‍​ and did not‌​ get scared, but​‌ for horses from⁠​ outside it was‌‌ like jumping into⁠ fire.

Stephan‍​ gave advice to‍​ the coachman who⁠ did not know‌⁠‌ what to do.⁠

“Put​‍‍ the incense mask​ we prepared on‌‍​ them and they⁠‌‍ will move again.‌ It is in‍‌⁠ that bag, put⁠‌ it on their⁠⁠‌ snout.”

“Ah,⁠​‍ that? Understood.”

The⁠ coachman placed the‍ mask with the‌‌‌ incense sack on‍‍‍ the horse’s snout.‌

Only⁠​ then did it‌‌ stop resisting and​ remain looking forward.​‍⁠

The​‍‌ carriage, which had⁠​‍ stopped, began to​‍⁠ move again.

Stephan​​ raised his head‌ and looked toward​​ the sky.

The​‍ solitary mountain known​‍ as the last‌⁠ bastion of the‌ far east.

On⁠ top of it‌​‌ stood Valdrova Castle.‍‍‍

A castle built upon‍​⁠ the place where​⁠ a dragon incapable‌ of abandoning its​‍‌ violent nature resides.‌⁠

‘The⁠​ red dragon Valdrova.’​‌⁠

He​ swallowed.

A ruthless tyrant capable⁠ even of tearing⁠ apart the prince​⁠ of the empire.⁠‌‌

A demon dragon who​⁠ intends to dominate‌‌​ the world by‍‍ absorbing all demonic‌⁠‌ energy.

‘What‌‍‌ kind of idiot‍​‌ agreed to become‌‌‌ engaged to that‌⁠ dragon?’

At​⁠ the same time‌‌⁠ he thought.

What⁠‌ kind of person​ will that idiot‌ be to me?‍

***‍

When‌ Stephan entered Valdrova⁠‌⁠ Castle, he observed‌ the interior of‌‌ the walls.

Since​ the announcement had‍ been public for⁠ the wandering knights,⁠‍⁠ many had already⁠⁠‍ gathered.

“Hey,⁠ do not cut​‌‌ in line!”

“Hey,⁠‍ you! If you​ touch our monsters​‌⁠ I will kill⁠⁠ you!”

“Bastard,‌ you are looking‍‌​ at me the​​ wrong way!”

Men​​ full of energy⁠ were around their⁠‌‌ carriages measuring their‌ strength.

Judging‌​ by their appearance,‌ the armor was‌‌ of completely different​ sizes and shapes,‍‍‌ and it was‍​‍ also poorly maintained.⁠

‘Their‍ subordinates look more⁠ like bandits than‍‌ soldiers…’

In​ contrast, the wandering​‌‌ knights were extremely⁠ flashy.

Some‌⁠ wore new equipment‌‍⁠ made by famous​ craftsmen to stand‌ out.

One‌​‌ had even hired‍⁠ a minstrel to‌‌ read his profile.‌‌‍

Another‍‌ had left battle‍‍​ marks on his​‍​ equipment to boast‌‍ that he was⁠‌​ a veteran knight.​

‘That‍‍ one bought corpses‌‍​ in our trading⁠‌​ house.’

Stephan⁠ remembered that he‌ had bought thirty.‍‍​

And‌⁠ in his carriage‍​‌ he only carried‍⁠‍ thirty.

All⁠ of them walked​⁠‍ through the corridor‍⁠ with the elegant⁠‍⁠ and refined appearance​ of true knights.⁠‌‌

‘They​‍⁠ are all pure⁠ appearance…’

They‌‍‍ did not bathe,‌‌‍ but they had​⁠ put on excessive‍ perfume.

The‌ mixture of smells​​ was so unpleasant​⁠ that it felt​⁠ like he was‌ going to vomit.​

Finally‍‍‍ they arrived at⁠ the banquet hall.‍​‍

They​ had removed all‍ the tables and​‌ left the center⁠⁠⁠ empty, so nearly‌⁠​ fifty knights could‍⁠⁠ remain separated without‍‌‍ problem.

“By‍‍ the way.”

Robellus‍​ spoke.

“Have​ you ever seen‌‌⁠ the person who⁠ will become the⁠​ owner of this​‌⁠ castle?”

Asking‍​⁠ about another person⁠⁠ instead of speaking​ about himself was‍⁠​ a sign that​‌ he was nervous.​⁠

Stephan​‌⁠ shook his head.⁠

“I​⁠ have not seen‍​ him, but they‍‌‌ say he belongs‍⁠ to the Rosnova​ family.”

“Ah!​‍ The Rosnova family!​⁠ The sword that‍ protects the empire.‌⁠ But why was⁠⁠ he chosen as⁠‌ the dragon prince’s​‍⁠ fiancé?”

“They​‍‌ say he has​ a weak body.​ Besides, his eyes‍ are blue and⁠ do not have​‌ the characteristic color⁠⁠⁠ of the Rosnova⁠ family, so the⁠‌ rumor of infidelity‌ was almost certain.‍ It seems the⁠​ family sought an‌‍‍ excuse to expel⁠ him and he‍‌‍ accepted. Now he​ is the fiancé‌​ and the regent​​ of the principality.”​‌

“Oh…​⁠ I see?”

Robellus​‍⁠ scratched his chin.​‌

In​ his eyes there‍‌⁠ was an ambition‍‌ that clearly exceeded​​‌ his ability.

“Hmm…‍⁠‍ if a useless​‍ man expelled from⁠ his family can‍ act as king‌ by being a fiancé… then perhaps⁠‌ I could also‌⁠ occupy that place.”​

The⁠‍⁠ words of a bandit came out​ freely from the‌‌⁠ mouth of a supposed knight.

They‍‍ did not even​⁠ seem to realize​‍ that they were‍⁠​ saying that within‌ that man’s own‌​‍ territory.

‘And‌ to think this​​‍ man belongs to‌‍ a family of‌‍ knights that was‌ once called the⁠ sword of the​⁠ Arken Empire…’

He⁠ knew that the⁠​​ knights of the⁠​ empire were in‍⁠ decline, but seeing​⁠⁠ something worse than‌​​ the very bottom⁠‍ made him sigh.⁠⁠

But‍ Stephan was a merchant.

He​‌ knew that the‍⁠‍ sword is always⁠‍ closer than the​⁠​ law and that​ the appropriate words‌ must be said​ in any situation.​‍‍

“Haha…‌⁠ well, it could‍‌⁠ be.”

Even‌ when coming here,⁠ Stephan did not​‌‍ expect much from⁠⁠ Perda.

It‌⁠‍ was rumored that⁠⁠‍ he had executed‌‍‍ Tesalos Wolcher and‍‍ subdued the lords‍ of the far‍‌‍ east, but rumors​ are usually exaggerated.‍‍

‘A​ man expelled from⁠​ his family cannot​‍‌ do much…’

Without​ expecting too much​ from Perda, he⁠‍‍ remained waiting for‍⁠ his arrival.

And‌ when the owner‌​ of this castle‌ finally appeared, he‍ realized something again.​

That⁠​‌ he truly had​‌⁠ no eye for‍ judging people.

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