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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 38: Sealed Warehouse

Chapter 38: Sealed Warehouse

The​ underground dungeons of‌ the imperial palace‍ of the Arken‍‌ Empire.

The‍ soldiers, dressed in​⁠‌ service uniforms, shouted.‌

“Hey,​‍ it’s time for​‍ the shift change!”⁠

“Ah,‍‍‍ damn it… why‍⁠ don’t they move⁠‍​ faster?”

“What‌⁠‍ are you talking​ about? I got‍⁠⁠ here before the‍⁠ trumpet sounded.”

“You‌ bastard… later I’ll‌‍ do to you⁠‍ what you did.”‍‌

The⁠​ guard, with a tense face, carried‌‍ out the shift‌‌ change.

“By‌​‌ the way, it’s​​ been a while​‌‍ since this prison⁠ had so many​‌⁠ occupants.”

“Now‍⁠‌ that you mention⁠‍‌ it, you went‍ out on the‌⁠‌ operation, right? Are⁠​ those guys really‌ demon followers?”

The‌ man asked what​‌‍ he had felt​ during the service.​⁠

No​ matter how much​ he thought about‍⁠⁠ it, they didn’t‍‍ seem like demon​‍ followers, but just⁠​ hungry poor people.‍‌‍

“I‍​‍ don’t know about‌‌ the ones they‍⁠‌ brought, but they​ were with demon‍ followers.”

“Really?​⁠ Isn’t that something​⁠⁠ they use when⁠⁠⁠ they beat agitators?”⁠‌⁠

“It‍ seems these were⁠‌‌ real. They caught​‌ them in an​‍ ambush.”

“If‌‌ real demon followers‍​‌ are showing up,‍ it looks like⁠ the country is⁠ doomed.”

The⁠ one doing the‌‌‍ shift change stared​‌ at him.

“Don’t‌ say that around​⁠​ here. If I report you, they’ll​​‍ take you as‌⁠‌ a demon follower‍‌ immediately.”

“Wow,‌‌⁠ how scary. Forget‌‌ it and finish‍ the shift change.‍​ Today I have⁠ to see Ashley.”⁠‌⁠

“I⁠ don’t understand why‍ you like that‌​⁠ bar girl so‌ much…”

While​⁠ checking the prisoner‌ list, he stopped​​‍ clicking his tongue.‌‌

“Hey,‌‍‍ this idiot messed‍ up and didn’t‍‌‍ even count properly.”‍​

“What‍‍‌ are you talking⁠ about?”

“They​‌ reported 12 prisoners,​ right?”

He‌⁠‌ pointed at the​ total.

“Then⁠​ why are there‌⁠⁠ 13?”

“What‌‌⁠ are you talking‍ about? When they⁠⁠ brought them, there⁠⁠​ were 13.”

“What​‍​ are you talking⁠‍ about? We captured​ 12 and locked‌‌ them up. Do‍‍ you think we⁠‍ made a mistake?”​‍

“Are⁠⁠ you telling me‍⁠ I made a mistake? I counted​‌‍ them one by‍⁠‌ one when I put them in!⁠ Come see!”

“Oh​​ yeah? Want to⁠‌ bet 1 golden?”‍‌

“I​​‍ bet 10!”

“Perfect.‍⁠ 10 goldens. Get‍​‌ ready.”

Both,‌⁠ convinced, walked toward‍​​ the cell.

They‌⁠‍ counted the prisoners​⁠ one by one.​

“One,⁠‌⁠ two, three, four…”⁠⁠‌

When‌‌​ they finished, the‌ result was clear.⁠

“There​​​ are 12, idiot!”‍

The​⁠ one doing the⁠⁠‍ shift change hit‍ him on the‌‌‌ head.

“What?‌ How can that​‍‌ be?”

The​ guard also counted.‌​⁠

“Huh?”‍‌​

Just‍ as he said,‌‌ there were 12.⁠‍‍

“Damn…⁠‌ you really screwed‍ up. Did you⁠⁠‍ drink on duty?”‌‌⁠

“A⁠​ little…”

“A​​​ little? You’re going‍ straight to the​ dungeon! If you‌ don’t want that,​‍‍ prepare the 10‍​‌ goldens.”

“Damn⁠⁠ it… how strange.”‍‍

He‍‌ looked inside the⁠⁠​ cell.

The⁠‌‌ poor, exhausted, only​⁠‌ waited for the‌⁠ day of their⁠‌ death.

***⁠‍

Meanwhile,‍‍ in the imperial‌​ palace.

“As‍‌ expected, it’s not​‍ easy.”

Brown‌ hair, a defined⁠​​ jaw, and sharp‍​ features.

A face more likely​‍‍ to make women​⁠ cry than to‌ receive praise for‌⁠‍ its beauty.

Zed‌ Swallow.

He‌ was hiding in‍‌‌ a bathroom, looking​​ at his reflection.‌‍

“What‌‌​ do you mean‍⁠‍ you don’t need⁠‍ two eyes? Of​‍⁠ course you need‍‌‌ them.”

He​‍⁠ was clearly irritated.‍

Entering‍⁠⁠ and leaving the‍ prison required skills​‌⁠ only the experienced‌ possessed.

‘And‍​‌ this is the​​ imperial palace.’

If‍‍ anyone noticed the‍‍​ escape, the alarm‍​​ would be triggered.​⁠​

And‍ then?

The‍⁠‍ best knights and⁠​‌ mages on the⁠ continent would come​⁠ for him.

And⁠ he would be​‌​ captured with no​ escape.

So‌‍‌ he had to‌‌​ appear and disappear⁠ as if flowing​⁠​ with the water.​⁠‍

It‌⁠⁠ was not easy​ at all.

Zed‌‌ devised a method⁠​ based on his‍ experience.

‘Like‍‍ ditching a partner​‌ at a party…’​​

The‌​ trick was to‍⁠​ disappear when the‍ other person was‍​​ absorbed.

That‍⁠ way, the other‌‌‌ person would think‍⁠ what they saw⁠​⁠ wasn’t real, and‍​ would only realize​​‌ it after everything⁠ was over.

The‍ process was simple.‌‍‍

In‍‌ fact, easier than‌ abandoning a woman​ at a party.⁠‍​

At​ least no one​⁠ shouted his name⁠ or wielded weapons.​‌⁠

‘I‍​ might have talent⁠‌‍ for this.’

After‍‍ escaping, he infiltrated​‌ the servants’ dressing⁠​ room.

He‌‍​ thought he wouldn’t⁠‍‌ find his size,⁠‌ but it wasn’t​⁠‌ a problem.

There⁠‍ were uniforms for⁠⁠ all sizes.

‘It‌‌ seems many die⁠‌ here.’

Lives⁠⁠⁠ like flies.

Dozens⁠‌ die, and as​ soon as they‍ die, they are​⁠ replaced.

The⁠​ servants were practically‌‍‍ expendable.

Zed‌ didn’t like that.‍‌

Because‍⁠​ it wasn’t unfamiliar‍ to him.

‘Perda‌ Valdrova.’

He‍​⁠ thought of his​‍⁠ superior.

‘What⁠‍ am I to⁠​‍ him?’

A man straightforward to‍‌‌ the point of⁠‍ being rude.

But‍ even that rudeness‌‍​ had no malice.‍‌

Zed​ could clearly feel​‌‍ it.

‘He’s​⁠‍ like someone dealing‍⁠​ with people for‌⁠⁠ the first time.’⁠‌

Someone‍​​ without experience in​​ communication, used to​ speaking one-sidedly.

Those‌‍ kinds of traits‍‌ were in Perda.⁠​

He‌⁠‍ noticed it when⁠‌​ he asked him‌‍ for advice before‌⁠‌ the tea meeting.‌⁠

— How do you‍⁠ talk to women?​

He​⁠ never imagined such⁠‌ a question.

Zed,⁠ excited, gave him‌ advice based on​​ his experience.

After‍ the meeting, Perda​ said.

— Good thing you‌​ have that face.‍

He‌‌ still doesn’t know⁠​‌ whether it was⁠‍‌ an insult or​ a compliment.

Either​‌‍ way, in this⁠ mission, Perda said‌‌​ there was a document related to⁠ his sister.

If​ it was true,‌⁠‍ he would understand​‍‌ what kind of⁠⁠ relationship they had.​⁠

“Alright,‌ time to work.”‍

After‍‍‍ looking at himself‍‌ a couple of‌ times in the⁠ mirror, Zed left.‌

As‌ soon as he‍‌ took his first‌‌ step into the⁠​‌ palace,

“Hey,​‌ you.”

A voice echoed in​ the hallway.

And​‍ in that hallway,⁠‌‍ there was only‌​ Zed.

“Who‌ are you?”

Zed​‍⁠ muttered.

That​‌‌ thing about two⁠​⁠ eyes and bullshit.​‍‍

***​‍

Perda​‍​ placed his hand⁠ on the Orb⁠‍‌ of Truth, and​‍ the Orb of‍‍‌ Truth asked him.​

— Do you swear⁠‌ that you do‍ not follow demons​⁠ nor obey their​‍ will?

Upon⁠ hearing that question,‍ Perda thought this.‌

‘Orb‍ of Truth? What⁠ nonsense.’

Perda‍‌‌ let out an‌⁠ internal laugh.

In⁠‌‌ the sealed warehouse,​⁠‍ it was also⁠​ recorded how this⁠⁠‌ place had been‌‍​ created.

What​⁠⁠ they had installed⁠​⁠ was not an⁠‌ artifact that pierced​​⁠ into a person’s​⁠ interior to distinguish‍‍ truth from lies.​

‘What⁠ truly matters is‌⁠‌ the voice that‍ recites the oath.’‍‌

That‌‍​ voice loaded with⁠ mana.

The‌ moment one becomes‌‌‍ distracted by the‌ Orb of Truth,‌ that voice that‍‍‍ slightly shakes one’s⁠​⁠ consciousness is everything.‍

The​‍​ orb only judges⁠‍ whether, upon hearing‌⁠‍ the content of‍‍ that voice, the⁠⁠⁠ mind wavered or‌ not.

‘It’s‍ enough to reinterpret​‍‍ it.’

Since​‌‍ Perda was someone‌‍ who tended to⁠‌ hate everything by⁠⁠‌ default, that was‌‍‍ extremely easy for‌ him.

— Do you swear⁠‍ that you do⁠​​ not follow demons‌ nor obey their‍ will?

The​​⁠ voice asked again.​​‍

“Regent?​ Are you alright?”⁠

Even‌‌‍ Yuren, noticing something⁠ strange, asked him.‍

It​‍​ was time to⁠⁠ respond.

Perda​⁠‍ needed the demonic​ grimoire.

However,‍‍ his heart did​‌ not belong to‌⁠​ demons, but to‍‌‍ Valdrova.

“I‍‌​ swear it.”

The⁠⁠‌ second question came.‌‌⁠

— Do you swear‌ that your entry‌⁠ into this warehouse‌⁠ is not due‌‍⁠ to personal desires?​​

All⁠‌ of this was‍​ for Valdrova.

There​​ was nothing to‌ question.

“I‌ swear it.”

— Do you swear‌⁠ that you are‌​⁠ loyal to the‌ Empire?

‘The‍⁠‌ Empire…’

It‍​ must collapse.

“I‍⁠‍ swear it.”

Shortly⁠​‍ after, the Orb⁠ of Truth, which⁠⁠‌ was glowing blue,‍‌‌ began to emit⁠⁠ its verdict and‍⁠ changed color.

— Verified.

The​ color turned green.⁠⁠

Perda‌​ withdrew his hand.‍

‘This‌ is the procedure‌‍ to access the⁠ sealed warehouse?’

It‍‌ seemed mediocre, but‍⁠‍ if you didn’t‌​ know it, it‍ was a method‌‌‍ that would catch‍ you off guard.⁠⁠⁠

Even‍​⁠ now, Perda found⁠‌ it ridiculous and‌ let out a small laugh.

“It‌‌​ is quite a curious object, wouldn’t‌​‌ you say?”

Seeing​​ that Perda was⁠​ staring at it,⁠‍ Yuren intervened.

“Yes,⁠‍⁠ it is a curious object.”

Leaving​ behind that “curious”​ object, Perda and⁠​⁠ the magical investigator‍⁠ entered inside.

They‍‍ went down the⁠‍ stairs for quite‍​‌ a while.

They‌‌‌ descended an endless⁠​‍ spiral staircase and‍‍​ finally entered the​‌​ first sealed warehouse.⁠​

There⁠⁠​ were shelves there,‌​ and inside them​‌ were stacked sealed​ copper tubes.

It⁠​ was the archive​⁠ of sealed records.‌⁠

A place where the‍​‌ Empire’s shame that​ must not come⁠ to light was‌ stored, or great‌‌ incidents that could⁠‌ have led the‍​‌ continent to ruin.​

Perda⁠​‍ had used the‌⁠ records of that‍‍⁠ place to lure‌ Zed.

‘I‍⁠⁠ thought he would‌‍ have arrived by​ now hasn’t he?’⁠

He​⁠​ had no way⁠⁠ to communicate, so​‍ he didn’t know‍‍‌ how things were​ going.

He‍‌ had no choice‌‌⁠ but to trust⁠‌​ that guy would⁠‌‌ handle it on​ his own.

‘Maybe‌​ he wasn’t even‍‌‌ necessary for this‍‌‌ plan.’

It⁠ was something he⁠​ himself had said,⁠‍ but it was‌‌ an absurd joke.‌

Zed​⁠ was absolutely necessary‍‌‍ for this plan.‌‍‍

“There‌​ is nothing interesting‌​ here. Besides, these‍‌ are things that⁠⁠⁠ do not need⁠‍⁠ to be known.”​

In​‍ those words, which‌‍⁠ downplayed it, there​ was a warning⁠‌​ not to get‍ involved.

Of‌‌ course, Perda had​​ no intention of‌‍⁠ touching anything.

To​⁠​ ease the atmosphere‍⁠ a bit, he​‍ asked a question.‍‌

“Don’t​ you feel curious​⁠ to see this⁠ at least once?”‌⁠​

Yuren‌​ nodded.

“Of⁠​​ course, sometimes I feel that urge.​⁠⁠ After all, even‌​ if it doesn’t‍ seem like it,​ I have some​ academic spirit.”

“And‍ have you done‌‍ it?”

“Never.​‍ There is no​ need to know​ unnecessary things and‌​‍ get myself into​​⁠ trouble.”

He⁠ was a man​​‍ with professional convictions,‍‌‌ something rare to‌‍ see in a corrupt Empire.

That‍ was why he‍​ could be a magical investigator.

After​‌​ briefly observing the‍ place, they immediately​ moved on.

What‍ mattered was further⁠‍ down, in the‌ second sealed warehouse.‍

They‍ descended toward it.‌

As​​⁠ they went down,⁠ Perda could feel⁠‌ it.

‘A​ familiar smell.’

Dense‌‌‍ malice and cursed⁠⁠ entities whispered and​​‍ groaned.

Like⁠​ eels surrounding a corpse at the‍​‌ bottom of a lake, they circled‍​ around Perda.

Yuren,⁠‌ noticing they were‍​⁠ going deeper and​‍‌ deeper, asked him.‌‍

“Are‌‍ you alright?”

Here⁠ the answer was⁠ not “of course.”⁠

“What‍ do you mean?”​⁠​

“It’s​‌​ nothing, haha.”

Yuren⁠​ set aside the‌ suspicion and kept⁠ walking.

He‍⁠⁠ must not show⁠⁠ that he was‌‍​ perceiving something.

It‌⁠‍ was better to​ pretend insensitivity, as‌ if he felt‌​ nothing.

The⁠ darkness grew denser.‌⁠​

The​​​ candles tried to‌ illuminate the surroundings,‍ but it seemed⁠‍ impossible to dispel‌‍⁠ all that darkness.‍

For​​⁠ a normal person,‍​​ it was such​‌​ a strange presence‌ that it would⁠ provoke instinctive rejection‌ and make them⁠ step back.

However,​‌‍ Yuren moved forward‍​‍ first.

Perda​‍ followed him.

As⁠‍ if passing through‌‌​ a great curtain,⁠‌ Perda’s vision suddenly⁠ cleared.

“…Phew.”‌‍

A sigh of amazement⁠⁠ escaped him unintentionally.⁠​

More‍ than a sealed‍​‌ warehouse, it looked⁠‌‍ like a secret⁠ depot of demon⁠ worshippers.

Among‍ all of that,⁠ one object caught‌⁠​ Perda’s attention.

Unlike⁠‌ the other items,‍‍ one of the⁠⁠⁠ books placed on‍ the central pedestal‍ stood out.

A black cover, deeper​‍⁠ than the thick‍‌‍ darkness, sealed with​​‌ silver chains.

‘The‌ Shadow Art of‌ Barbatos.’

Although​⁠‍ he was called‌‌ a stealthy demon,‍‍⁠ he was still​ a great demon,​​ so the level⁠ of sealing was‌‍⁠ high.

“What⁠ do you think‍‌⁠ of this place?”​⁠⁠

At⁠ Yuren’s question, Perda⁠⁠ responded almost by‍ reflex.

“As​‌‌ it is a place of demons,‍ it definitely emits​‌‍ a repulsive energy.”⁠‍​

“Haha,⁠‍⁠ no need to‍‍ be so formal.‌‍ More than repulsion,‌ it is full‍‌ of wonder.”

Wonder.‍

Yes,⁠​ it could not‍ be otherwise.

The​‌ high-density mana emanating​​​ from the cursed‍ grimoires and books‌ of sorcery.

If‌‌ that enveloped the‍ entire body, anyone⁠​​ would become enchanted.​

The​ sensation that, by‌ allowing it just‌⁠‌ a little, overwhelming​⁠‍ power would flow⁠ through their body.​⁠‌

It​‍ whispered like rain‍ in the middle​ of a drought,⁠ more intense than‍ the release of‌ all desires.

“No,​‌‍ it’s repulsive, nothing​ more.”

But‍ Perda responded firmly.‌⁠​

Even‌⁠‌ when he lived⁠‍ consumed by hatred,⁠​ he had never‌‍ considered that kind​ of mana pleasant.​

Perda‌ was someone who‍⁠ destroyed what he‌​ could not possess.​

And⁠ that mana did⁠ not belong to‍‌‌ him, nor could‍‌ it belong to⁠ him.

“Is‌ that… so?”

Yuren‍​ tilted his head.‌​

“It’s​​ a bit strange‍‌ someone of your‍ level as a mage should feel‌ at least a little attracted…”

He​​ turned his gaze‌​‌ and fixed his‍​​ eyes on Perda.‍​

His⁠​ expression was no‍ longer the same⁠ as before.

It​​ was not because‌‌ of the strange⁠‍‍ atmosphere of the‍ sealed warehouse.

It⁠‍ was his true​‍⁠ nature coming to​‌‌ light.

“Well,⁠​‌ it doesn’t matter.‍⁠‌ What matters is‍‍ that it’s just‍⁠​ the two of‌ us.”

Yuren​‍‍ placed the necromancy​⁠‌ grimoire of Gamigin​ he was carrying⁠​‌ on the ground⁠​‍ and turned his​ head.

On⁠‌ his face was‌⁠ reflected a repulsive⁠​ killing intent he⁠‍ no longer hid.‌‍

It‌‌⁠ fit perfectly with‍⁠‍ that place.

“While​​‍ coming here, I devised a scenario.”‌

“Let’s​⁠‍ hear it.”

“I​​​ entered the sealed‍⁠ warehouse together with⁠ the regent at‌⁠ his request, but​ he succumbed to‌‌​ the influence of​​ this place and‌‌‍ I, with no⁠ other option, had‍‍​ to eliminate him.‌​ That would be​ the scenario. What‌ do you think?‌ Quite convincing, isn’t‍ it?”

Perda⁠ placed his hand​⁠ on his chin⁠ while listening.

At​‌​ those words that‌‌ he would be‍​ killed, the first⁠ thing he felt⁠​​ was not fear,⁠ but doubt.

“Here,​ if someone falls​ under the influence​‍​ of black magic,⁠‍ are they killed‌​ without hesitation?”

“Black‌ magic admits no⁠​‌ exceptions. Under the‍ almighty light, there‍⁠⁠ is no mercy.”⁠‌‌

A viscous smile appeared​‌‍ on Yuren’s lips.​

“Even‍‍ if it is‍ the regent of‍ the Grand Duchess.”‌⁠⁠

What‌​ an unnecessarily rigid⁠‌​ country.

“If⁠‍⁠ you kill me,‌ you won’t leave‌ alive either.”

“Don’t‌‍‌ worry about me.​⁠⁠ Unlike you, I have several escape⁠‌​ routes.”

“Escape​‌‌ routes after killing‍ the regent of⁠⁠ the Grand Duchess?”‍‍‌

Perda​‍​ was not interested​‌⁠ in how he​‌​ planned to escape.​

What‌ mattered was that‍ he was trying‌ to kill him.‍⁠

And⁠‌‍ what benefit he‍⁠ would gain from⁠​​ it.

‘He⁠⁠⁠ knows perfectly well‍‍ what would happen‍ if I die​ and still does‌‍ it…’

Unlike‍⁠ when he was‌ just a fiancé,‌​‍ now Perda was‌ already the official​‌ fiancé.

That⁠‍ made him practically‌⁠⁠ family of the⁠‌ Red Dragon by⁠‍ taking the Valdrova‍⁠​ name.

Killing​‌ someone from that‌​ family would undoubtedly‌ provoke retaliation.

And‍‍ that retaliation would‍ be directed at‌ the Empire.

It‌‌ was not comparable‍ to extermination squads​‌ that came only‌‍ to plunder some⁠ wealth.

‘Or​ is that what⁠⁠ he wants?’

Someone‌‍⁠ within the imperial‌⁠⁠ palace was willing​‌ to provoke chaos⁠ that could shake‌‌ the entire continent.‍

Suddenly,‌‍ Perda recalled the​​‍ Orb of Truth‍ he had passed‍‍ through.

He‍​ had passed all​ the oaths.

And⁠⁠‍ the reason was.‌‌

‘It‌‍ seems he knows⁠⁠ the secret of⁠‌ the sealed warehouse.’‍⁠

He​ had lied from‌‌​ beginning to end.⁠​​

‘As​ expected, there is⁠ no one decent⁠‌‌ in this damned⁠⁠ Empire.’

In​ the midst of‌ that critical situation,‌​‌ a smile appeared⁠‍ on Perda’s lips.‍

“Why‌ are you smiling?”​⁠‌

“It’s⁠ nothing. Just that‍‌ I didn’t think‌⁠ the childish scenario​⁠​ I wrote would‌‌ actually come true.”‌

“The⁠ scenario you wrote?”⁠⁠

Yuren’s‍ smile disappeared and‌‍ he frowned.

“I⁠ imagined a scenario​ where I stopped⁠ the rampage of‌‌​ an investigator who‌ tried to set​​ a trap for⁠ the regent. Unlike‌‍⁠ yours, mine is​ actually happening.”

Perda​⁠ needed the Shadow​‍‍ Art of Barbatos.‌

And​⁠ for that, he​​‍ had to kill⁠ the magical investigator.⁠‌

It‌ didn’t matter whether‍ he was truly‍‌⁠ honest or not.‍​

“Thanks​ to you, at​‌ least I won’t‍‍‌ have any regrets.​⁠⁠ I can think⁠​‌ that I’m just⁠​ cleaning up trash.”​

The‍‌ smile completely disappeared​⁠ from Yuren’s face.⁠​

“Do‍⁠ you really think⁠⁠ someone like you​⁠​ can kill me?”⁠

His​ words were an‌‌ unthinkable offense under​‍ the standards of‌⁠⁠ a common mage.​‌​

He​ was a fifth-circle‍⁠⁠ mage, a Master⁠⁠‌ Mage.

Recognized‌⁠ across the continent,​‍‍ and with a high position even‍⁠ within the Empire.​

In‌​ contrast, Perda was​ barely third circle,​ a mere Magic‍‍ Walker.

“If‌ you don’t believe⁠‍‌ it…”

Mana‍⁠ began to gather‍‍ in Perda’s right​ hand.

“…See​‌‌ for yourself.”

From⁠​ his hand, a spell was fired⁠ at a speed‌​ no mage could‍​‌ foresee.

A fast projectile shot‌​ directly toward Yuren.⁠⁠

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