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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 25: Aroma and Stench

Chapter 25: Aroma and Stench

Banquet‍‌ hall of Valdrova‍ Castle.

Perda⁠ was observing from​ above as the⁠‍ knights gathered.

“How⁠‌ repugnant.”

Ruri,​⁠ who was also‍⁠‍ looking toward the​​ hall, said that.​

“It‍​‍ seems that your‌ hatred toward humans​⁠ is too strong.”​‍⁠

“It⁠‌ is not hatred​‍‍ toward humans. It‌ is that those‌‌ are repugnant.”

As​‌ if she could‍‍ no longer endure‌ it, Ruri covered‍​​ her mouth and⁠‌ nose with a handkerchief.

“When​ I heard they‌‌ were wandering knights‌⁠‍ I thought they‍ would be like‍​⁠ field rats, but​ how can they⁠ be even worse?”‌‍​

All‌ of them were⁠​​ covered in perfume‍⁠‌ all over their‌​⁠ bodies.

But⁠ that was only‌ meant to cover⁠⁠ the smell according​‌ to the human⁠​​ sense of smell.‌

For⁠ Ruri, who was​‌⁠ a dragonspawn, it‍⁠ did not work.‍

Ruri‍ gagged.

“Do​ humans really go‍‍ around giving off‍ such strange smells?⁠ This is neither⁠⁠‍ smell nor aroma.‌‍ What is this​‌ stench like garbage‍​‌ and waste?”

Perda‌​ nodded as if​ he understood.

“When​⁠ one is going​⁠ to have an‍ audience with a king, that is‍ the minimum.”

“Do⁠‍ you mean not‌‌ bathing?”

Ruri‌⁠‌ asked with an​​⁠ incredulous look, and​‌ Perda nodded again.⁠​

“It⁠ is one of‌‍​ the virtues of‍ knights. Bathing and‍‌ eliminating the odor‌‌ is a disgrace‍ for a knight.⁠​‌ Even if they‍​​ have arrived in‌ haste, the important‍‍ thing is to⁠ demonstrate that they‌⁠‌ can emit fragrance.”‌‍

“You⁠‍ know those primitive​⁠⁠ customs well.”

“I‍ come from a family of knights,‌​ so it is‍ natural.”

Perda​​ had also always‍‍‍ thought it was‌ a primitive custom.⁠‍⁠

Probably‍‍​ most knights thought⁠ the same.

But‍ it still existed​​​ simply because of‍‍ what they call​ tradition.

The‍⁠ knights of the‌‌⁠ empire are capable⁠⁠‍ even of stabbing‌⁠ their own father‍ for tradition.

“Do‍​⁠ you also do‍ it, Perda?”

“I​⁠⁠ am not a knight. There is‌‌‍ no reason to⁠ do it.”

Perda‍‌‍ liked cleanliness.

When‌ he lived in​​ the bath, he‌ always kept it⁠‍​ clean, and cleanliness​⁠ had become something⁠‌‍ impossible to separate‍‌ from him.

“It⁠​‍ seems they have‍​ all gathered. What⁠‍ will you do?”‌‌‌

“Hmm…”‍‌​

Perda‌ observed the people‌‍‌ carefully again.

‘As‌‌ I thought, he⁠​ is not here.’‌​‍

Perda‍‌‍ had attracted the⁠⁠ wandering knights by⁠​ promising a territory‌‍ in exchange for⁠‍ delivering thirty monsters.‌‌‍

It​ was a condition​‍ to gather monster‍ corpses quickly, but‍ it also had⁠‍‍ another purpose.

He⁠ wanted to observe‌ the wandering knights.⁠⁠​

‘Is⁠ the walking fortress,⁠⁠ Alberto, not here?’‍​⁠

A wandering knight who‍⁠⁠ wore armor as​‍ heavy and resistant‌ as a turtle’s⁠‌ shell.

He​‌ wielded a great​‌ sword in one⁠‍⁠ hand and a large shield in‍‍ the other.

He‌⁠​ walked the world​ only with his‌ two legs, without‌ horse or squire.​⁠

A humble knight, but‍‍⁠ at the same⁠​ time noble.

‘He‍​ was never someone​ interested in territories‌‌ or loyalties, but​‍​ I thought the​ far east would‌‍ catch his attention.’‌⁠⁠

He​ had sworn to⁠​ fight everything that‍ threatened humanity.

And‌‌‌ the far east⁠‌ was full of‍​ threats.

That‌​​ was why Perda‍​‌ thought the walking​ fortress would want​‍‌ that position.

“Are⁠ you looking for‍⁠ someone?”

While‍ he was observing,⁠ Ruri asked cautiously.⁠‍‍

“If​​ I am looking⁠ for him, I am looking for‍‌⁠ him. If I am not looking​​ for him, I am not looking⁠​ for him.”

“What⁠⁠ does that mean?”⁠​

“It‌‍⁠ is like hoping‌⁠ to find a silver coin lying‍‌‍ on the road‌‌ while you walk.⁠‌ Enough talk, let‌ us go down.”‌‌‍

“Yes.”​‌

Ruri’s‌​ index finger pointed​‍⁠ at Perda’s feet.⁠​‌

She‍⁠⁠ moved her finger‍​⁠ and a white‌ whirlwind began to‌⁠ spin silently beneath​‍ Perda’s feet.

Perda⁠⁠⁠ felt his body‌⁠ become light.

‘Heaven⁠‍ Stair.’

A third-level spell that​‍‍ allows one to‌‍ descend from the‍⁠ air to the⁠‌ ground slowly and‍‌‍ safely.

A small and almost​⁠​ useless spell, but‌‍ very used by‍‍ nobles to maintain⁠ their elegance.

Perda​​ placed his foot⁠​⁠ in the air.‍⁠⁠

His‍​‌ body slowly descended​⁠ diagonally toward the⁠‍ platform.

“Eh?”‌

Someone‍​​ saw him and​ exclaimed.

“Someone‌ is coming down.”​

“Is‍ that… the owner​​ of this castle?”​

The​ wandering knights, lacking⁠​ much perception, stared​⁠ as he descended.​

Perda​​ placed his foot​ on the platform​‌​ with his hands‍⁠ behind his back.‌

Then‍‍⁠ he slowly turned‍​‍ to observe the⁠ wandering knights.

He⁠‌ had the dignity​​ of a great⁠ magician that fit⁠‍‌ perfectly with that‌ elegant magic.

Even​‌ the most clueless‌⁠ wandering knights fell‍‌ silent.

“A⁠ pleasure.”

He​​⁠ greeted with a solemn voice.

***‌

Stephan,‍⁠ who was observing‌​⁠ Perda, was momentarily‌‍‍ stunned by his‌ presence.

‘Is‌⁠​ that the man‍‌‌ who lives under​​​ Valdrova’s roof? An‍‌ idiot brat drunk⁠⁠​ on power?’

He‍ could not help‌‌ being surprised.

He‌‍ had heard that⁠ the dragon queen’s⁠⁠ fiancé was barely⁠‍ a recent adult,‍ but he really​​ was young.

Among⁠‌​ the wandering knights‌​ there was no‌ one younger than‌​⁠ him.

Even‍ the youngest was‌‍ five years older.⁠

‘And​‍​ even so his⁠⁠ bearing is as​ imposing as that⁠‌ of the heads‍​ of families who‌‌⁠ have maintained their‍⁠ position for decades.’⁠‍‌

Although‌​‍ he was at‌⁠⁠ least five years‍⁠‌ younger, no one​ dared to impose⁠‌‌ themselves using age.​⁠⁠

‘This‍⁠ is not the​⁠​ time to think‌‍‌ about that!’

Stephan⁠​⁠ recovered from his​ trance.

He‍ was standing in‌ front of a ruler and still⁠‍ standing stiff-legged!

Some‍⁠ quicker knights were‌​​ already kneeling.

Stephan‍‍ lightly struck Robellus’s‍‍ side.

“Knight.”⁠⁠‍

“Eh?‍ Yes?”

“You​​‍ must kneel.”

“Eh?‍‌ …Ah!”

Then,‍‍⁠ hurriedly, he knelt.‍

It‍ was an awkward​ attitude and poorly‌​ aligned with protocol,‍ but what did⁠ that matter now?​

The‌‌ other knights also​ reacted and knelt.⁠‌‌

Perda⁠​⁠ continued speaking.

“I⁠ am Perda Valdrova,⁠⁠ fiancé of Queen​​‍ Valdrova and currently⁠​‍ regent of the‍⁠ duchy.”

“We⁠‍​ greet the regent‍⁠ of the duchy!”‌

Someone‌ shouted in a loud voice.

The‌‌‌ knights who had‌​‌ been distracted repeated‌‍‌ the greeting with⁠‍‌ delay.

One⁠ of the knights​ standing at the‍ front adjusted his‍​ hair.

He‌ tried to introduce‌ himself before anyone​ else.

“It​​‌ is a great‍‍ honor to step⁠⁠⁠ upon the territory‌​ of the ruler⁠‌ of great power.‌ Allow me to​ introduce myself…”

“Ah,⁠ that is not​​‍ necessary.”

Perda‌​​ cut off the‌⁠‍ arrogant knight.

Not​​‍ listening to a knight’s introduction was‍ contrary to royal‌⁠‍ protocol.

‘Why⁠ did he stop‍‌ him?’

There‌‌​ was no need​⁠‌ to think too‌⁠ much.

He‍ simply had no⁠​‍ intention of following‍​ protocol.

“The‍ wrappings you prepared‍ are useless. What​‍ is inside is‌‍‌ pure garbage. Why‍⁠ create expectations?”

“…What?”⁠⁠

“W-what⁠‍⁠ do you mean…?”​‌⁠

All‌ the wandering knights​‌ reacted in surprise.‌

Their‌‌ plate armor clattered‌​​ with a metallic‌‍​ roar.

‘This⁠ is getting very‍⁠‌ dangerous!’

The‌​‌ smell of perfume‍⁠⁠ was already making⁠‌⁠ Stephan dizzy, and‌​ now the atmosphere⁠⁠‌ was turning hostile⁠​‍ as well.

But​ Perda, after throwing⁠ that insult, remained‍​ as calm as⁠ an immense river.⁠

“Do​⁠⁠ you want me‍ to say it⁠​ more clearly? It⁠‍ means that all‍ of you are⁠‍ empty inside. Inflated⁠​ bread with no‌ filling. Empty carts‍ that only make‌‍‍ noise.”

Bang!⁠

Someone‌‌⁠ struck the floor‌ with his gauntlet.‍

“Your‌​‍ words are excessive,⁠‌​ Regent! I ask⁠ that you withdraw‍ that comment!”

A fierce-looking knight spoke.⁠⁠

His⁠‍ armor was full​​ of scars, as‌‍ if he had⁠​ passed through countless‍​ battlefields.

He‍‍‌ was the same‌⁠ one who had​‌ bought thirty monster⁠‍ corpses from Stephan.‍

‘Wow,‍​ what incredible audacity.’‍⁠

While‍‌ Stephan observed with‍ a tired expression,⁠‌ Perda stared down​ at him.

“That‍‍‌ my words were⁠⁠ excessive…?”

He​‍‌ nodded slowly, as​‍​ if accepting that​ point.

“Very‌⁠‍ well. If my‌‍ words were incorrect,‌‍⁠ then I will​​‌ apologize.”

Perda⁠⁠‌ walked with his​⁠‌ hands behind his‌‌ back along the‍ edge of the‍ platform.

His‌⁠ gaze passed over​​ all the wandering‍‍‌ knights.

“Is​ there anyone here‍ who hunted the​⁠ thirty creatures with​⁠​ their own hands?”⁠⁠

“Ugh…”‍⁠⁠

“Ahem…”‍

Some⁠ of the knights‍‍ who had been‌ about to protest⁠‍⁠ the insult cleared‍ their throats and⁠‌⁠ lowered their heads.​

But‌​‌ those who had⁠⁠​ not done so‍ observed the reactions‍‌ of the others‍‍​ with mocking smiles.⁠

The‌⁠ fierce-looking knight kept‌‌ his head high.‍‌‍

This​⁠‌ time Perda asked‍ those who still‍‌‌ held their heads​ up.

“Is​⁠‍ there among you​‌ anyone who hunted‍⁠ thirty by himself?”‌

“Hmm…”‍‍

“Hunt‌⁠ them alone? How‌ could someone…?”

Some⁠ murmured, but when‌ overwhelmed by Perda’s​ gaze they closed‌ their mouths.

Others‌‌​ lowered their heads⁠ again awkwardly.

That‍‍ meant they had‍ captured the monsters⁠​ solely with their​‌​ own strength, without‌ obtaining them elsewhere.​​

‘There‌​​ is no one‌ like that.’

If‍​ a wandering knight‌‍ had the strength‍​‍ to hunt thirty‌ monsters alone, he​ would already be‍‌ serving under someone.‌

The⁠‍ fact that all‍​ of them kept‍‌ their heads raised‌ meant they were‌‍ all lying.

Perda⁠‍ could not know​​ what they had‍‍ done, so they⁠‌‍ simply acted shamelessly.‌⁠‍

‘No…⁠​ if the lord‌‍‍ of the territory​‍‌ were not a complete idiot, he​ would not believe‍⁠ that either.’

Stephan‍ observed Perda’s reaction.⁠‍⁠

Perda‍‌​ looked at those​ who had their⁠ heads raised and⁠ nodded.

“I‌‍​ see.”

However,⁠​ Perda accepted it.‍‍

So​​‌ easily?

“Then‍​‍ I will apologize.”​​‌

Perda​ approached the young⁠​ maid beside him‍​​ and extended his⁠‍⁠ hand.

She​⁠‍ took from her‍‌ skirt a parchment‌ sealed with red‍ ink.

“Do‌⁠ you know what‌ this is?”

Perda‍‌‌ held it up‍‍ while asking.

Even‌‌⁠ the dullest immediately‍ understood what it​ was.

“What⁠​ I have here‌‍ is the certificate‌ of ownership of‌⁠‍ the territory and‍ the title that‍​ belonged to Tesalos‌ Wolcher. Only your‍⁠ names need to‍ be written for​‌⁠ it to become‌ valid.”

It⁠‌ was exactly what‍​ all the knights‍‌ desired.

“After⁠⁠⁠ all, you have‍ hunted thirty monsters‍ and offered them,‌ so I must‌​‍ keep my promise,‍‌⁠ must I not?”⁠‍

He‌​ said that while⁠‌‍ placing the document⁠‌ on the table‍⁠ of the platform.‍

“If‍ you wish…”

That⁠​ was like the​‌ gunshot that signals⁠‌⁠ the start of‍⁠‍ a war.

“Come⁠‌ and take it.”‍‌⁠

The‌‌ light burst in​‍​ the eyes of‌‌‌ all the wandering⁠⁠ knights.

Stephan‌⁠‌ flinched instinctively.

It‍ was a scene‍‍‍ he had seen‍ far too many‌ times.

‘It⁠‌⁠ is just like‍‍​ when we put⁠​‌ up a 70%‍ discount sign to⁠​​ clear inventory!’

When‌‍ one gets trapped⁠ among those ladies‌ with bulging eyes,⁠‌‌ one ends up​ crushed.

And‍‍ here they were​ knights.

The​‍ fight would be‌⁠​ even worse.

He​‌ decided it was⁠​ best not to​‍⁠ look and lowered​‌​ his head.

But‍​⁠ no one moved.⁠

Not‌‌ even Robellus beside⁠‍⁠ him.

Stephan‍ slightly raised his‌ head and asked‍ him.

“Knight,⁠‍‌ are you not‍ going?”

“Ugh…‌‍ ugh…”

He‍⁠‍ could not.

Robellus⁠‌​ was suffering.

His⁠​ eyes were so‌​​ wide it seemed‌⁠‍ they might pop‍‍‍ out as he⁠ stared at one​​⁠ point.

Stephan⁠‍ turned his head​‌‍ out of curiosity.​‍

“H-hah!”⁠⁠

He⁠‍ also let out‍⁠​ a choked cry.​

‘A…‌ dragon?’

In‍⁠ the place where⁠ the maid had‌ been.

There⁠ was a silver⁠‍ dragon coiled up,⁠⁠ looking at them‌ with fury.

No‌‍ one could move‌‍​ under that gaze.⁠

‘What​ in the world⁠ is this? When‍⁠ did it appear‍‌ here? Or… were‍ we the ones‌​‌ who arrived somewhere‍‍ else?’

Stephan‌ even wondered whether⁠‍⁠ they had been‍⁠ transported somewhere else.​‍⁠

The‍ fear was so​⁠ deep that it‌‌ prevented clear thinking.​​

While​‌ everyone was paralyzed,‌⁠ someone stood up.⁠⁠‍

“Success…”‍⁠

He​⁠ breathed like an‍⁠ old man about‌‌‍ to die.

“A‍ territory…”

“Marriage…‌⁠ escape…!”

Like​ dying elders, they‌⁠ began to advance‍ with difficulty toward⁠ the blank certificates.⁠‍

The​‌‌ race toward the‌​​ platform had begun.⁠​​

Then—‌‌‌

— Grrrr…

The⁠‌ dragon’s figure distorted.​

The‌⁠ form that had​‍ remained still began‌ to growl with​​ fury as they‍​⁠ approached.

The​ wandering knights who‌‍⁠ had forced themselves‌ to move froze​ again.

The⁠‍ silver dragon, which‌ had been coiled,‌‌‌ began to move.‍​‌

— KROAAAR!

It‍⁠ roared as if‍⁠⁠ someone had touched‌ its inverted scale.​⁠‌

***⁠‌​

— If you use⁠‍ Dragon Fear, what‌ will happen to⁠‍ the knights?

Before​‌ meeting the knights,‌​ Perda asked Ruri.​

— Most will flee.‌ They will believe​ a dragon is⁠‌ chasing them.

— And if you​⁠‌ use it weakly?⁠​‍

— Hmm… their senses⁠​⁠ will believe there​ is a dragon⁠ and they will​⁠​ not be able‌ to move.

— That will be‍ enough. When I give the signal,⁠‌ could you release‍‍‍ a little Dragon‌⁠⁠ Fear?

— Against knights?

— Yes. If we​​ are going to​ choose the lord‌​⁠ of the territory,​ at least he​‌ should not be‍⁠‍ a coward.

Perda⁠​‍ said it, and‍‍​ Ruri more or⁠⁠‌ less agreed.

‘I⁠‌‌ thought anyone would‌​⁠ do…’

But‍⁠​ her thoughts began⁠‌​ to change.

‘Damn⁠ smell.’

It​​‍ was because of​ the smell.

Dragon​ Fear made them‌ break into cold‍‍ sweat and their⁠‍ body temperature increase.​​

The​ heat intensified, and‌⁠ the smell of​‌ perfume mixed with‍ sweat became even‌ stronger.

On‍⁠‍ the ceiling a nauseating cloud had‍​​ formed, what people‍‍ crudely call a burst of stench.​‍

Even⁠‍ Perda could now​ perceive that unbearable‌​​ smell mixing in‍‌⁠ the air.

For‌ Ruri it was‌ a true hell.​

Those​​ who were sweating⁠⁠ did not even​⁠ realize it.

They‌​⁠ were too busy‌‌‍ trying to endure‍‌‌ Ruri’s Dragon Fear.​‍

Some‌‍ trembled with fear.​‍‌

Others​⁠ advanced by force,‌‌ driven by greed.⁠

“M-me‍ too… now… I will prosper…!”

“A‍​‌ dr-dr-dr-dragon d-doesn’t s-scare‌⁠ me…!”

They​‍ even began to⁠ say their most‍⁠⁠ miserable thoughts out‌⁠⁠ loud.

It⁠‌ was a perfect‌ combination to test​⁠‍ Ruri’s patience.

‘I‍ want to throw⁠ them out right​‌⁠ now.’

But‌‌⁠ Ruri fulfilled her⁠⁠⁠ role.

She‍ tried to observe‍‍‍ until the end.​‍

Then‌⁠ her silver eyes‌‍​ finally saw him.⁠‍

That‍ man who was‍ at the front‌⁠​ and climbing the⁠ platform.

He‌ had gone days⁠ without bathing and‍‌‍ gave off an⁠‍⁠ unbearable stench.

On‌‌ his skin, sweat​⁠ had run and​​ dried repeatedly in​⁠⁠ several layers.

A drop of sweat⁠​ slid down that‌⁠‍ man’s cheek.

As‍ it slid, it‌ dragged the accumulated​ dirt on his⁠‌‍ face and mixed⁠​ with it.

When‍​ that sweat reached‌ the tip of‌‌ his chin, it‌​‌ fell like a drop formed at​ the end of​‍ a stalactite.

Ploc—​

The‍⁠​ dirty, foul-smelling sweat‌‍​ seeped into the‍ precious floor of​⁠⁠ Valdrova Castle.

Crack.⁠‍

Inside‍ Ruri’s mouth, the‍‌⁠ sound of something‍⁠‍ breaking could be‌‌​ heard.

At​⁠ the moment all⁠​⁠ that information connected⁠ in her mind,⁠⁠ Ruri lost her​⁠ reason for an‌​‌ instant.

Dragon​ Fear was released‌⁠‍ at its maximum‌ and covered the‌​ entire banquet hall.‌

It‍​ was only an‌‍ instant, but it⁠‍ was more than‌ enough.

“Ahhh!⁠‍‌ I don’t want⁠​⁠ to die!”

The‍⁠ knights who had⁠ managed to move‌ while overcoming the‌‌‌ fear were the​⁠​ first to turn​​ around and run.‌

Panic‍‍‍ spread in an‍ instant.

“Move!​‍⁠ I’m getting out​⁠⁠ of here!”

“Aaaah!‌ Mom! Mommm!”

The​​⁠ knights began to⁠ run in a pathetic way, making‌⁠‍ noise with their‍⁠ armor.

Without​‍ anyone ordering it,‌‍ everyone ran toward‌‌ the exit, and‍ the hall became⁠ empty in an‌‍ instant.

“Hmm…”​‌⁠

Perda,⁠ who had been‌ observing everything, looked‌ at the enormous‍‍‌ doors now shattered‌⁠ and spoke.

“I‌ wanted to observe‌​ a little more.‍⁠ What a shame.”‌​‍

“…I’m‍ sorry.”

“It⁠‍‌ doesn’t matter. There‍ are many useless​ people like those.‌‌‌ Others can always‍‌⁠ be chosen.”

Perda’s​​ eyes slowly moved‌‌ to another place.‌

“Besides,​​‍ it seems the​ selection was not‍‌ a complete failure.”​

In⁠ the place that‌‌ seemed to have‍ been swept by⁠‌‍ a storm, one​ man remained standing.‌‍

He‍ was not a knight.

His‌​ legs trembled, but⁠⁠⁠ if one looked‍‍ carefully, it was‍⁠ because he was​ forcing himself not‍‍⁠ to run away.​

His​‍ eyes were full‍⁠‍ of tears and‌⁠‌ mucus hung from⁠⁠ his nose.

Fluids​​‌ came out of⁠​ every opening in‍​⁠ his face.

The‍​ situation was so⁠‍ terrifying that it⁠ seemed he might⁠⁠ suffocate.

Even⁠ so, his eyes‌‍⁠ continued to look‌ at Perda.

Whoever‌ he was, he​⁠ seemed like someone⁠⁠‍ worth listening to.‍

**⁠⁠‍

Valdrova‍​ Castle, reception room.‌‍

“What‌‍ is your name?”⁠‌

“M-my​ name is S-Stephan‌‍ Pascal.”

“Your‌‍​ name is S-Stephan?”‍⁠

“I-I’m‍‍ sorry. I-I stuttered.‍‌‍ S-te-phan.”

“It’s‍ fine. I understand.⁠⁠‌ I only wanted​‍⁠ to make sure.⁠‍​ Speak calmly, you‍​ don’t need to​‌​ force yourself.”

“Y-yes,​‍​ sir… Huff…!”

Stephan‌‌ had still not‍ recovered from the​‍ aftereffects of Dragon⁠‍ Fear.

He‍⁠ breathed deeply again‌​‌ and again, but​‍ a few attempts​​‌ were not enough​‌ to calm down.‍

‘He‌ has an extraordinary⁠​⁠ mental fortitude.’

Even⁠⁠ with trembling lips‍‍‍ he was able‍​ to maintain a conversation.

Perda‌​‌ kept that thought​ to himself and⁠‍‌ asked him.

“If​ you belong to⁠ the Pascal family,⁠ do you have‌ a connection with​⁠ the Pascal trading⁠ company that I am thinking of?”⁠

“Y-yes.‌‍ I am the‍​⁠ second son of‍ H-Herman Pascal. C-currently​‌‍ I am sub…​ deputy chief of​​ the imperial main‍‍‌ branch. No, de-puty‍ chief.”

“I‍‍ see. What brings​ you here?”

“I-I‍⁠⁠ was selling monster​ corpses to the​ knights… and I thought that perhaps​ Your Highness might‍​ need them… so‍​‌ I came to‍ talk about it…”‍​⁠

He‌ was a man‌​ who had come‍​ with a clear‍ purpose.

He⁠⁠​ had suppressed his​ instinct to flee‌​⁠ because he could​‌ not give up‌ that objective.

‘But‌‍‌ what makes me​‍‌ hesitate is…’

His‍ name.

Stephan⁠⁠‍ Pascal.

‘It‌‍‍ is a name​‍‍ I have never‍‌​ heard.’

Herman​​ Pascal was the⁠‌‍ most famous merchant​​ of the empire‍ and the continent,‌​ so Perda knew⁠‌​ him well.

After⁠⁠‍ his death, the‌‍⁠ struggle for the​​​ inheritance had intensified.⁠

But​ the protagonists of⁠⁠​ that dispute were‌‍‌ only two.

Merchit‍​‍ and Tilda.

‘Then​‍‌ Stephan is a solitary candle in⁠⁠ the middle of‌‌‌ the sea.’

On‍​ a windless day,​⁠‍ a ship condemned​ to wander forever‌​‍ until it dies‍⁠ forgotten.

A man with the⁠‌​ qualities to be‍‌ an heir, but⁠ without support, destined​⁠‍ to disappear without⁠ glory.

There​‌ were enough reasons​‌ to consider him‍‍​ someone insignificant.

‘But‌‌ if he is⁠⁠‌ destined to collapse‌⁠ due to lack‍⁠​ of support…’

What​‍ would happen if​‍‌ he himself provided⁠ that support?

‘Merchit​‌ and Tilda have​ already consolidated their​‍‍ own factions.’

Even‌‍ if Perda supported‍ one of them,​ he would gain​​ nothing.

‘But⁠‍​ if I introduce‍‌ Stephan as a new force into‍‌ that struggle…’

If‍⁠​ he succeeded, he‍ could use the‌ commercial network and‍ information of the‌‍‍ Pascal Company, considered‍ the best in‍⁠⁠ the empire.

That‌‍ would greatly help‍ the development of‍ the Far East,​​‌ which was practically‌​‍ wild territory, and⁠ even a technological​ revolution.

“Stephan.”‌

Perda,​​‍ who had already‍ made a decision,⁠ spoke.

“While⁠ you calm down,‌⁠​ do you want‌⁠⁠ to hear a rather absurd proposal?”​​⁠

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