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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 4: The Condition to Become the Queen’s Consort

Chapter 4: The Condition to Become the Queen’s Consort

Luri‌​⁠ left the dragon’s‍​ lair and led‍‍⁠ Perda to a different place.

It‍‍‌ was the castle‌​ built on the‍‍ mountainside, visible even‌ from a distance.⁠‍‍

There‌ was a path​‌​ that connected directly‌ to the tunnel‌​ entrance leading to​​ the lair, and⁠​⁠ by following it,⁠⁠‍ they reached the‌ grand hall.

“Impeccable.”⁠⁠

Perda‌‌ could feel that‌‌‍ Valdrova took marriage​⁠ very seriously.

Otherwise,​⁠ she would never‌‍ have ordered the⁠‍‌ construction of such‍‌​ a noble castle‌ over her own‌‌⁠ lair, nor adapted‍‍ to human standards.​‌​

‘It⁠​ was built for‌ the engagement with‌‌ the Third Prince,‍​‌ wasn’t it?’

If‌‌ that prince had‍ married Queen Valdrova,‍​⁠ he would have⁠‍ gained immense power​⁠⁠ by default—he would‌⁠⁠ have ruled over⁠ the entire East.⁠‍‍

That’s‌‌ why this residence‌ was built to‌‍​ match his status.‌‌‌

But​ the incident that​​ ruined everything had‌‍‍ turned the place‌⁠ into an empty‍‌​ space.

After‌ the prince’s death,‍‌⁠ abandonment would have‍ been the natural⁠ course.

And‌​⁠ yet, the place​​ was in perfect‌‌‍ condition. It wasn’t⁠‌‍ some rushed cleaning⁠ in anticipation of‍‌ Perda’s arrival, but​‍ the result of⁠‌‍ ongoing care.

“Who‍ maintains this castle?”‌‌

“I‍⁠ do.”

“No⁠​ one else?”

“I’m⁠‌​ the only one‌⁠‍ who serves my‌ lady.”

“Then​​ all of this…”‍

“I​‌ manage it myself.‍‌ That’s enough of‌⁠ an answer.”

She‌​‌ replied dryly, again​ and again.

The‍‌​ fact that Perda​⁠ had accepted the​‌ engagement was frankly‍‍ repulsive to her.​‍

‘Like​ a dog.’

Not​‌ as an insult,⁠ but literally.

A dog that growls‌⁠​ when it senses​‍​ its master’s affection​⁠ turning toward another.⁠‌​

And‌ Perda chose not​ to give it‌ much thought.

‘As‍⁠ long as she​‌ doesn’t bite, I don’t mind.’

A guard dog only⁠‌​ needs to protect​‌ the house well.‌

Luri​‍ led him to‍ a huge room.​

‘It’s‌ like five of​ mine put together.’⁠⁠​

It⁠‍⁠ was comparable to‍ the emperor’s chambers.‌​⁠

“This​ is the guest​​ room.”

“Guest?​​⁠ It’s too big.”⁠​

“These‍⁠ are guests of⁠​ a dragon—a sovereign.”‌

A dragon was on⁠ the same level⁠ as an emperor.​‍

Being​‌ received there made​ clear what his⁠‌ current status was.‌

“So,‍ for now, I’m​​ just a guest.”​‍​

“Yes.‌ Since you are‍​ not yet the‍ fiancé, you are⁠‌⁠ only that—a guest.”‌

“And​⁠ do you treat​‌ all guests this​ hostilely?”

He‌‌ asked out of⁠ simple curiosity.

“No.​ I just hate‌‍ humans.”

“Well,⁠ that’s honest.”

“And⁠⁠​ out of all‌​‌ of them, I hate you the​‌⁠ most.”

“Too‍‌ honest.”

“I⁠‌ have no reason‍⁠ to hide it.”⁠​

Her​​​ face stayed expressionless,​‌‍ but she shrugged‌​ her shoulders with‍​ boldness.

It‌ was as if⁠ she were asking​‍ to be struck.⁠​

“Well,⁠⁠ it’s better that⁠⁠⁠ way. At least​⁠ you’re not hiding​ it.”

And‌​‍ for Perda, that​​ was preferable.

Far‍​ better than a smiling noble hiding⁠ a dagger.

But‌‌‍ the more calmly‌ he accepted her⁠ words, the more⁠⁠ disgusted Luri seemed​ to feel.

“I‍​⁠ have a question.”⁠

“What‌‌​ is it?”

“Aren’t​⁠⁠ you afraid of‍‌⁠ me?”

Perda‍ tilted his head.​

“Why​​ would I be?”​‍

“I​⁠​ tried to snap​ your neck. If‍⁠‍ not for my​⁠ lady’s signal, I would’ve done it.”‍

Crack—⁠

Luri‍‌ clenched and opened‍‍ her fist; it⁠‍‍ sounded like bones‍‌​ cracking.

‘She​ could have killed⁠⁠​ me…’

He‍⁠​ already knew that.‌

But​‍ Perda had never​ thought to dodge​‍​ her hand.

‘If⁠‍ the engagement didn’t⁠ happen, I wouldn’t​‍ have a reason‌⁠⁠ to live anyway.’‌​

So‍‍ dying wouldn’t have‍ bothered him either.​‍‍

Changing⁠‌⁠ the topic, he‍‍​ said.

“Let’s‌⁠⁠ save the ridiculous⁠‌ dominance games for‍ later. When’s the⁠​‍ ceremony?”

“In‌ one month.”

“Official?”‍‍‌

“If‍​⁠ by ‘official’ you⁠ mean inviting unwilling⁠​⁠ guests, then no.​ It will be⁠ simple, here in​ the lair. Just⁠‌⁠ three people.”

“Three?”‍

“My‌‌ lady, myself, and‌​ you.”

She⁠‍⁠ pointed at him​‍⁠ with her chin.‍⁠

“I⁠ see. One month,​ then.”

“Now​​​ that we’re on⁠⁠⁠ the subject, I should add something.”​‌

“What‌‌‍ is it?”

“That‌ month is also‌ a deadline. A time limit for‌ you to prove‍ you have the⁠​‍ qualifications of a consort.”

Perda‌ thought getting married‍ was an incredibly⁠​‍ difficult road.

“Is⁠⁠‍ that an order⁠‍⁠ from Queen Valdrova?”‌

“No.‍‌ My decision.”

“Your​ own decision? And​‍‌ a servant can‍​‌ make that kind‌⁠‍ of call?”

“When​⁠​ necessary, yes. The‍ truth is, my⁠ lady is too‌‍‌ soft for her‌ reputation.”

She‍‌ was astonishingly blunt.⁠

“And‌‍ I suppose you’ve‌​ already noticed. That’s‍ why you didn’t‍‌‍ bow to the⁠ tyrant queen. No‍​​ one in all​​ of history has​‌‌ shown such behavior​ toward a dragon,‍ except you.”

“I⁠ see.”

“If‌ she tolerates it,​‍​ it’s because she’s​ decided to marry⁠‍ a human. But⁠ I’m not that‍​ soft.”

Her‍ silver eyes gleamed‌‌ coldly, like a blade against his‍ neck.

“A‍‍‍ consort worthy of⁠ a sovereign must⁠‌ be at the‍ appropriate level.”

A dragon and a human.

The‍⁠​ distance was vast—greater⁠ than that between​⁠ an emperor and‌ a beggar.

Luri​‍​ had just imposed‍‌ a colossal condition⁠​⁠ on him.

“Then,⁠ do you expect‍‍ a mere human‌‍‍ to immediately obtain​‍⁠ power equal to‍‍​ a dragon’s?”

“Of⁠ course not. I don’t expect you⁠​ to become strong⁠ overnight.”

She⁠‍​ scoffed in disdain.‌

“You‍‍‌ just need to‌​ show capability. That’s⁠ enough.”

She⁠‍ clenched her fist‌‍​ tightly.

“It’s‌‍ not about will.‍ Willpower solves nothing.‍⁠‍ What matters is⁠⁠​ that you show—even⁠ just a spark—of​ potential within a month. That’s what’s‍‌‌ needed to be​ Queen Valdrova’s consort.”​

Perda‍ understood everything and⁠‍ thought,

‘My‍⁠‍ fiancée has an​⁠ excellent servant by⁠ her side.’

Even⁠​‌ if her words‍⁠ were harsh and‍​ she hated him,⁠⁠‌ she was demanding​​ exactly what was⁠‍‍ truly needed.

That​​⁠ showed that, beyond⁠‌ her hatred, her⁠ loyalty to Valdrova‌⁠‍ was absolute.

‘With⁠⁠ such devotion… why‌ didn’t I see‌​​ her in my‍⁠‍ past life?’

When​​ he attacked the​‍ lair, Luri wasn’t‌⁠‍ there.

A mystery—but not important⁠​⁠ right now.

“Fine.⁠‍‌ Let’s say I prove my ability.‌​ To what level​⁠⁠ should I rise?​ That of the⁠⁠ emperor, maybe?”

“No.‍‍ At least enough‍ that other sovereigns‍‌ don’t look down​ on you.”

Which​​ meant far surpassing⁠⁠ the emperor.

“Understood.”‌⁠

“Huh?”‍‍

His​‌‌ calm response puzzled⁠‌ Luri.

“Isn’t‍‌‌ that a bit‌​​ arrogant? Are you​‌⁠ stupid or underestimating‍‌‍ dragons? Either one​ annoys me.”

“Neither.”‍​

“Don’t​​ think it’ll be​⁠​ easy. Especially for⁠​ someone as weak‍‌⁠ as you.”

“I‌⁠ don’t think it’ll‍ be easy either.”⁠

“Then​ what’s with that​ attitude?”

“Don’t⁠⁠​ worry about that.‍‍‍ In one month,⁠​‌ I’ll show you‍ a level of​ ability that convinces​​ you.”

“……”‍

Luri‌‍ pressed her lips​‍‌ together in frustration.​

It​⁠ felt like he​ was throwing her‌⁠‍ own words back​‍ at her.

‘Such​​​ confidence.’

She​‌‍ couldn’t understand where‍⁠ it came from.‍

She‍‌ knew how the​‌‌ Empire used engagements⁠ like this a polite way to‍⁠‍ dispose of the‍‍‌ unfit.

But​​ Perda was different.​⁠

‘Enough.’⁠

He‌⁠⁠ had once reached⁠​ the eighth circle—the‌‌⁠ youngest in history—and‍‍ had even used⁠‌ the ninth circle’s⁠⁠ wish spell.

He‌ had made even‍⁠ an emperor kneel⁠​‍ before him.

‘Becoming​ someone worthy of⁠ a dragon… it’s⁠​‍ possible.’

And‍ if it was​‌ possible, then for​‍ Perda, nothing was‌⁠⁠ impossible.

His‌ face filled with‍‌‌ conviction.

“Disgusting‍ human.”

Was⁠ all Luri could​ say, her face‍‍​ full of irritation.‌‍‍

***⁠‌‌

The​‌‍ Castle Built Above‌‌‌ Valdrova’s Lair bore‍ her name Castle‍​ Valdrova.

Perda‌ stayed there for​‍ a week.

Life,​ overall, wasn’t bad.‌

The⁠‌​ only issue was‌ that he had⁠‌​ to handle nearly⁠​ everything by himself.​‌

A noble always had‍ at least one​ servant to assist‍‍ him; without one,‌‌‍ there was no⁠‌‌ prestige.

Under‍‌​ normal circumstances, anyone⁠⁠⁠ would have been‌⁠‍ furious if told⁠‍ they had to‌​ live without attendants.⁠⁠⁠

But‌ for Perda, it​⁠ wasn’t a problem‌​‍ at all.

‘I’m⁠‍ already used to‍‌ living alone.’

In⁠ fact, having someone‍​⁠ try to dress​‍ him felt uncomfortable.‍‌

His‍​ life in Castle‌ Valdrova was far‍​ more bearable than⁠ it had been​‍‍ in the Rosnova‌‌ mansion, where he‌‍‌ was constantly on​‍​ edge, surrounded by⁠ people who despised‌ him and wanted​ to see him‍⁠​ fall.

Those⁠ who approached him​‍ with seeming kindness‍‍ were really just‍ waiting to drag⁠‍ him into a pit.

‘Luri⁠​ may hate me,⁠‌ but compared to⁠ that, she’s a luxury.’

At‌⁠‍ least she didn’t‍‍‌ tamper with his⁠‍​ food or grease​ the marble to‌ make him slip.‍⁠⁠

That​​ made her seem⁠⁠ like a well-behaved​‍ puppy by comparison.⁠⁠

‘Though‍ who knows how​⁠⁠ long that’ll last.’‌

Luri⁠​​ had imposed a task on him‍​‍ prove within a month that he​​ wasn’t useless, but​‌‌ someone with potential.‍‌

‘A‍​‌ month’s deadline.’

What‍‌ could he possibly⁠‌ show in so​​‌ little time?

After‍ thinking it over‍‍‍ for a long⁠ while, he always‌‍‌ came to the⁠‌​ same conclusion.

‘Only⁠⁠‌ magic.’

Perda‍​‍ had a talent​‌​ for magic.

If‌‌‌ he showed even‍​‍ a flicker of​‌‌ it, maybe Luri⁠ would acknowledge him.‍

‘To‍‍ use magic, I must open a circle.’

The‍ circle consisted of‌‌ spinning the chaotic​‌​ mana within until‌ it formed a closed circuit.

The​‌⁠ problem was that‍​ Perda didn’t know​ how to do‍ that.

Well…​ actually, he did.​ All it took⁠‍ was overwhelming hatred‌⁠ and a desire​⁠ for revenge.

If‍‍ he followed the​‍​ same path as​‌‌ before, he could‌‍ reach the eighth‌ circle even faster​ than in his‍‍‍ past life.

‘But‍‌‍ I mustn’t do‌ it that way.’​‌

He‌‌‍ remembered his master’s‍⁠ words.

— The first button‍ is the most‌‌ important. Depending on⁠‌​ whether your first​ circle is red​‌⁠ or blue, your⁠‍‌ life as a mage will change‌‍ completely.

Of​‌ course, you don’t‌ have much to‍‍​ worry about.

A fat, lecherous man‌ obsessed with money,‌ but who at‍ least fulfilled his‌⁠ role as a magic instructor.

The⁠ red circle was​⁠ born from emotional‍ outbursts.

The​ blue circle was‌⁠​ based on calm‍‍​ and meditation.

Each‍‍ had its pros‌⁠⁠ and cons.

Blue‌‌ was slow to‌ form, but stable;⁠⁠‌ that’s why 80%​ of mages chose​ it.

Red‌‌⁠ was fast, but‌‌ unstable; depending on‌‌ extreme emotions, it⁠ could consume the‍‌‍ mage and turn​‌​ them mad.

‘I​‍ need to open‌‍ a blue circle.’‌‌

Only⁠​⁠ that way could‌​​ he avoid repeating⁠​​ the same tragedy.​

But‍‍⁠ the circumstances weren’t‍‍ in his favor.‍⁠

‘Forming⁠ a blue circle‌⁠ takes at least⁠‍‌ three years…’

And​​ he had only‍​ three weeks to‌⁠ show convincing results.​

It⁠ was a ridiculously​ short deadline—but Perda‌‌ didn’t rush.

He‍​⁠ knew he would⁠ find a way.⁠​

***‌‍

“Are‍ you preparing?”

For​ the first time,​‍ Luri asked him‌ a question while​‌‌ serving him breakfast.⁠​​

Perda⁠‍‍ stabbed a piece‍​ of salad with‌ his fork and​‍‌ replied calmly.

“Yes,‍ I’m preparing.”

“Well,⁠‌ it doesn’t look‍ like anything’s changed.”‌‌

“It’s​⁠​ a matter of⁠ persistence. Over time,⁠‍‌ it’ll work.”

“I​‍​ see.”

Luri​‌‌ didn’t seem to‌‌‌ have high expectations.‍‍

For⁠‌ days, Perda had‌‍‍ been researching methods‍ to open the​​ blue circle.

The​‍‌ only thing he‌ had discovered was‍ that, even though⁠‌‌ both used the⁠⁠ same mana, the​‍ flow was completely​ different.

‘In‍‌ the end, I won’t be ready‌ for the ceremony…’⁠

To​ have spoken so‌ confidently and achieved‌⁠ nothing wasn’t like⁠‍​ him.

But​‌​ even so, he⁠ remained calm and‍⁠ continued searching for​⁠⁠ a solution.

Then,​​‌ just as he⁠​‌ was about to⁠‌‍ welcome a new‌‍ sunrise—

Krrrrrumble!‌​‌

A roar shook the⁠ castle’s foundations.

A crash strong enough‌‌ to make the‌ walls tremble.

It‍ had happened nearby.⁠⁠

“What’s‌​ going on?”

Luri⁠‍ answered without blinking.​

“My‍⁠​ lady is conducting‌‌​ a monster hunt.”‌​

“Monster⁠⁠​ hunt?”

“Yes.‍‌ Exterminating the creatures⁠‍ that crawl from‌​‍ the Cursed Land‌⁠ in the east.”‌‍‍

Boom!‌​

Perda​‍ might have overlooked‍ that explanation on​‌ another day.

But​ this time was​‌‍ different.

‘Maybe…’‍⁠‌

He‍⁠​ felt a sense⁠⁠ of premonition.

The‍ path he was​ looking for might​​⁠ lie there.

“I⁠ want to see⁠ that battle.”

“What?”​⁠‍

Luri’s​ face remained expressionless.⁠⁠​

“It’s‌⁠ not in your⁠​ best interest. No​ one who has‌⁠‍ seen my lady‌ fight has kept​ their sanity.”

Perda⁠‍‍ recalled his past⁠⁠ life.

He‍ had seen dragons​‌ many times, but‌ none had shaken‍ him like the⁠⁠ red dragoness.

Maybe‍⁠⁠ it was because⁠ she showed him​‌ direct hostility—but still.‍‍‍

The‍⁠‍ difference in level‌⁠​ was real.

Even‍ as a ninth-circle‍⁠⁠ archmage, he had‌ felt fear.

What‍‌‌ would happen now,‌ when he was⁠ nothing more than‍ a weak human?​

Would‍‍ he scream in‍​ terror, lose composure?‌​⁠

“So⁠‌‌ don’t entertain pointless‍ curiosity.”

“No.”‌‌⁠

Perda​‍ shook his head.‌

This​ wasn’t simple curiosity.⁠⁠⁠

It‌ was research.

It​‍‍ was the search‍‍ for an answer.‌‌‍

“I​⁠‌ want to witness‍​ it—that battle.”

The⁠‍ duty of one⁠​ who aspired to‌‌‍ become her consort.‌‍⁠

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