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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 40: Whispers of the Demon

Chapter 40: Whispers of the Demon

Yuren’s‌ head, which Zed​​ had cut off.​⁠

Before​ it even touched​ the ground, Perda‌‍ fired a magic​‍ arrow and made⁠‌⁠ it explode.

Crack!‌‍​

Fragments‍‍ of the shattered‌​‍ head flew in⁠⁠ all directions.

“Ahh!”‌⁠

Zed‌ covered his face‌‌​ by reflex.

Spitting‍ just in case‌‌‌ something had gotten‍ into his mouth,​ he shouted at‍‌​ Perda.

“Hey!⁠‌⁠ Why did his​​ head suddenly explode⁠‌‍ like that?!”

Perda‌‌ wiped the blood​​‍ from his cheek‌‌ with his thumb‌​ and answered calmly.‌

“You‌ have to make​‍‍ sure.”

“But‌ if you separate​​ the head from​⁠ the body, he‌⁠​ is already dead!‌ Was it really‍⁠ necessary to finish⁠‍⁠ him off like​‌‌ that?”

“The⁠‍‌ problem is not‍‍ the demon. At‍ least it is‍ better if they‍ say that the⁠‍ regent suddenly handled‍⁠ a sword and‌‍ cut off his‌‍‌ head, do you​ not think?”

“Ah…‌​⁠ well, that is​‍ true.”

Zed⁠‍ looked at Yuren’s⁠‍ corpse that he⁠‍​ had cut.

The‍⁠ mark of a thrust followed by‍ a clean cut‍‍‌ in a single⁠​⁠ strike was evident.⁠

For‌​ a fight involving‌⁠ a third-circle mage,‍​​ it was too‌ physical.

Zed‌​​ decided to destroy⁠​⁠ the cut area⁠ so it would‍‌ look like a death by explosion.‌‍‍

“Then…”‌⁠

After‌​​ finishing the preparations,‌ Zed looked at⁠ Perda resentfully.

“Did​⁠ you not say‍⁠ you only needed⁠‍​ the eyes?”

“And‍​‍ did you bring‍‌​ only the eyes?”​​‌

Zed‍​ let out an‍ incredulous laugh.

“Do‌ you really think‌‍ I am crazy​⁠​ enough to believe‌‍ that?”

He⁠ definitely has the​ makings of a great thief.

Even​ with vague instructions,​ his execution is⁠⁠ flawless.

“By​⁠ the way, you‌ took longer than​‌ expected.”

“A‍​ lot of things​​ happened. Avoiding people,‍‍ moving around and⁠‍ I had bad‍ luck, I almost⁠⁠⁠ got discovered…”

Remembering‍‌​ that moment, Zed‍​ smirked.

“But‌‌ well, I ran​​ into that guy​⁠‌ and was able⁠ to finish everything⁠​ more safely and⁠ without consequences.”

“Who‌ did you run‌ into?”

“A​ guy named Karl‍‌ from the Extermination⁠​ Squad. The man‌​ you drew in,‌​ regent.”

Upon‍⁠ hearing that name,‌ Perda let out⁠ an automatic “ah.”⁠

Karl.‍⁠ The man to‍‌ whom Perda had‍⁠‌ put a dog​​⁠ collar.

“Thanks‌​ to him it‌⁠⁠ was easier. Right​ now I came⁠ in as a substitute for the​‌ warehouse guardian.”

“I‌‌ see.”

“More‍‍‍ importantly, is your‍⁠​ leg alright?”

Zed​‌ pointed at Perda’s‌⁠ leg.

The‌‌​ blood was flowing⁠‌ more slowly, but‍‍ it was still⁠‌ bleeding.

Without‌⁠ waiting for a response, Zed bent​⁠‌ toward his leg.‌

“First​ we have to​ stop the bleeding.​‍‍ Even if it​‌ is with a pressure bandage.”

“I‌​‍ have a handkerchief.‌⁠ I will take​ care of it.”‌‍

Everything‌ had to be‌‌ done precisely.

Perda‍⁠ bandaged his leg‌‍ himself.

But​‍ when tying the⁠ knot, it came‍⁠ out loose.

Already​ weakened, and in‍‌​ a state of⁠‌ anemia, he could‍‌⁠ not tighten it‌⁠ properly.

“Let‌ me.”

Zed‍​ moved his hand​⁠ aside and firmly‌‌‍ secured the wound‌ with the handkerchief.‌​

“Let‍‌​ us say you⁠‍‌ stopped the bleeding⁠ with all your‌ strength when you‌ are about to‌​‍ die, you can⁠​ do anything, right?”⁠​

“Yes,​⁠ that does not‍ sound bad.”

“Then,⁠​ what do we‌⁠‌ do? Do I carry you and⁠‍​ we leave? But‌​ that would imply​​‍ an additional charge‌​⁠ for carrying.”

Perda‍⁠ shook his head.‌‌‌

“Do‍‍ what we agreed.‍​‌ Do you see​ that book with‌‌ the black cover⁠⁠ and silver chain?”⁠‍​

Where‌​‍ Perda pointed, there‌⁠ was a book.‌

“Yes,⁠‍ I see it.⁠​ Should I take⁠‌ it?”

“There​‍⁠ will be a golden cloth used‌​ to transport the‍⁠‍ necromancy of Gamigin.⁠⁠​ Wrap it with‍ that and carry‌‍‍ it safely to‍​​ the carriage we​⁠ came in.”

Zed‍‍⁠ wrapped the Shadow​​ Art of Barbatos​⁠ with the cloth.‌‍‌

But‌⁠ he did not​⁠ take his eyes​‍ off Perda’s leg.​

“Will‌ you really be‌⁠ alright? Should we‍ not call someone?”‍‍

“There⁠​⁠ is no need​​ to worry.”

“No,⁠​ it is just‌‌ with so much‌​​ blood… it is‌​ concerning.”

“People​‍⁠ do not die​⁠ from this.”

Zed‌‌​ scratched his head,‍​‌ doubtful.

Even​ though Perda insisted‍ he was fine,‍​​ the wound was​​ serious to leave‌​ it like that.⁠‌‌

“And‍ did you find‌⁠ the information?”

“Not‌ yet. I heard‌‍‌ noise downstairs, so⁠ I came first‌‌‌ to deal with​‍ that.”

“Then‌ do not waste‌ time and go‍‌ look for it.”​​⁠

“Is‍ that what matters‍‌‌ right now?! Hey?!⁠ You are about⁠ to die!”

“That​​‍ is what you⁠ wanted, even if‌‍ you had to‌⁠ risk your life,‌ right?”

The⁠ fact that he⁠⁠​ scammed nobles and‌‌‌ seduced women had‍⁠ a clear purpose.⁠​

Zed‌ had nothing.

The​‍‌ red-eyed race had​ been exterminated, and‍⁠​ he was the‌‌ only survivor as⁠‌⁠ a child.

The​​ last thing he‍​ remembered was his‌​‌ sister being dragged​‍ away by someone.‍​​

With​⁠ no family, that‍​⁠ was his only⁠‍‍ goal.

“A‍ contract is a contract. Fulfilling my⁠‍⁠ part means you​ will get what⁠​‍ you want.”

“….”​

Zed‌⁠‌ grimaced, but he‍​ knew he could‍​ not ignore it.⁠⁠⁠

He‍⁠ stood up and​‌ said seriously to⁠​ Perda.

“Do‍ not die.”

Zed⁠‍‌ moved.

Even‌ though he ran⁠​ at full speed,⁠‍​ not a single⁠ step could be‌ heard.

‘He​‍‌ is definitely talented​‌ from the start.’​​

Thinking​‌ that, Perda leaned‍ against the wall.‌‌

Resting​⁠‌ against the furniture,​⁠ he regulated his‌‌​ breathing.

He​‌ had run out‌⁠​ of mana, was‌ anemic, and mentally⁠⁠⁠ at his limit.‍​

Yuren’s‍‍‌ entry into the‌⁠‌ sealed warehouse had​‌‌ been recorded, and​‌‌ if he did‍‌ not leave in​ time, an emergency‌ mobilization would be​ triggered.

“In‍ terms of time…​‍ about 20 minutes?”‌

In​ the current situation,‌⁠⁠ where even a minute was urgent,‌​ it was too⁠⁠​ long.

Especially‌​​ in a place​‌‌ like this, 20⁠‍ minutes did not‌​ even need explanation.‍‌⁠

Perda⁠⁠ had weakened, and‍ weakened prey is‍‌ the perfect target‌ for predators.

And⁠​ the unsettling energy​‌ of the cursed‌​​ grimoires tried to‍​‌ invade him.

— Do you not​​‍ want to play‌ with me?

— How about making⁠‌​ a contract with​​‍ me? I will⁠​ give you the‌​‌ power to destroy​ the world.

— Come here. I will personally take‌ you in.

From‌‌‌ childish tones to‌ solemn voices, those⁠‌ presences crawled, trying‍‌ to infiltrate every⁠​ part of Perda’s‍​​ body.

If‍ one only listened,​⁠ they seemed like​ entities with enormous‍ or strange power.​​

But​​ Perda knew them⁠ well.

They​‌⁠ were insignificant demons‌‍‍ whose names were​‌‍ not even known.‌⁠‍

Their​⁠ prices and conditions​ were mediocre, and‍‌ the power they⁠‍‍ offered was as‍‍ well.

‘Do​‍ I really have‍⁠ to listen to​​⁠ this trash?’

Perhaps⁠ because of that,​‌ even in this‍ tense situation, he⁠ let out a yawn.

The‌‌ malice they emitted​​ was not enough​‌‍ to penetrate Perda’s‌‌ firm mind.

Shortly‌‍ after, all those‍⁠ voices stopped at​ the same time.​⁠⁠

It‍ was not because​​‌ they retreated before⁠⁠ Perda’s unbreakable will.‍

Something‍ of a higher‌ level than them‍‌ was approaching.

‘It‌‌‌ has arrived.’

Moments‌⁠​ later, the darkness⁠​ in his field‌‍ of vision grew‍⁠⁠ denser.

As​​‌ soon as he​​ felt that instinctive‍‍ chill, an unsettling⁠ cold enveloped Perda.‌⁠

And​‍ soon, someone appeared‌⁠‌ before him.

— Damned mortal.

An⁠ old man with‍ blue skin, with‌ a long white​⁠⁠ beard.

His​ whitish eyes, as‌‍ if affected by‌‍ cataracts, stared at⁠ him.

It‌​⁠ was Marbas, the⁠⁠⁠ great demon with‍‌​ whom Yuren had‍ made a contract.‍⁠

— You dare touch‌​ something that has​​ just become my​‌ property? Do you‍ know what it‌​⁠ means to earn‌ the resentment of‍‍ a demon?

Perda​‍ looked at him⁠ and asked.

“What‍ does it mean?”‍​

— You will pay⁠‍​ the price for​ humiliating this Marbas!⁠ In the lowest​⁠‌ level of the‍‍​ frozen hell, your‌ skin will crack​ and your blood​ will freeze for⁠‌​ a million years!⁠

Marbas​ roared, then struck⁠‌ the ground with‌ his staff.

Infernal​‌ frost spread across‌‍ the ground.

— I will give​⁠​ you a chance​ for redemption. Make‍‌ a contract with‍‍​ me. Take the‍ place of my⁠⁠ new contractor. What‌‌ do you say?‌‌​

A contract with Perda.‍‍

That​​​ was the true⁠​⁠ reason he had‍ appeared.

“I⁠‌‌ refuse.”

— You will accept⁠‌ my resentment? No⁠‌ one who enrages‍‍​ a great demon​⁠ survives.

“Resentment?”‍‍⁠

Perda‌ had already seen⁠‌‍ through him.

“You‍‌‍ just want to‍ create a pretext.​ You made a contract with that‌‍ useless one to⁠ pretend there is​‍ resentment, did you‌ not?”

It⁠ was one of⁠​ the typical tricks‌ demons use to‌‌ tempt someone.

They​‍⁠ took advantage of⁠⁠ it to measure‍ his potential while⁠ trying to seduce‌​ him into a real contract.

Marbas’s​ fierce face relaxed,‍ and instead of⁠‌ shouting, he let‍‌‌ out a laugh.‌

— Hehehe you are​⁠⁠ not an ordinary​⁠⁠ type. So you​ have no intention‌‍ of making a contract? I will‌​ make an exception​ and ask for⁠ a low price.⁠‌

He⁠​ said it as​​ if he were⁠​⁠ liquidating merchandise.

“Of‍‌​ course not.”

— What a shame.​‍‍ A soul as​‍ exceptional as yours‍⁠⁠ would have brought⁠ me great joy.​⁠​ When the day⁠‌‌ comes that you‌​ need me, the​‍ price will be​‍⁠ much higher.

He⁠‌ withdrew with surprising​ calm for someone‍‌​ who supposedly held⁠‍​ a grudge.

The‌ darkness continued to‍‌ close in, and‌‌ there were no⁠ longer trivial voices.​⁠‌

Something​‌ hidden in the⁠‌​ shadow stirred and‍‌ approached.

— The power you‍‍ have shown has‍ been truly impressive,‍​ Lord Perda Valdrova.‍

A viscous, sticky voice.​​‍

What‌‌ emerged from the⁠ darkness was a toad dressed in​ a suit.

— My name is​⁠‌ Morax. What do‌​ you think about​⁠ making a contract‌⁠ with me? I will grant you‌‍ power and authority.⁠ I will grant⁠‌⁠ you everything so‍‌⁠ that you can​‍‍ build a great​​ ducal domain.

The​‍⁠ toad’s enormous mouth​‍ curled into a repulsive smile.

— Of course, the‌‍ price will be​‌⁠ paid someday.

One​‌ of the seven‍​⁠ great demons, Morax,‌​ the demon of‌‍‍ contracts and price.‌‌​

Among‌​ demons, he was​ the one who​‍⁠ granted the greatest​ power.

A weak man could‌ become a Swordmaster,‌‍‍ and someone without‌‌ magical talent could⁠ become an Archmage‌ in an instant.‌

But⁠‌ the result was⁠‌ always absolute tragedy.​​

‘That‍ is Morax’s damned⁠ price.’

Perda⁠‌ had already seen‍​ that fate countless‍​‌ times.

That​ is why the​‍ only thing left‌ on his face‌⁠​ was a mocking‌ smile.

“I​‍⁠ know perfectly well​‍‌ what you do.​​‌ It is boring.‌ Get lost.”

— Hehe for now‌‍ I will withdraw.‍ But the day‍‌ will come when‍​ you will speak⁠‌​ the name of‍​ this Morax. I will wait for​ that moment.

The⁠ toad knight tipped⁠⁠ his hat and‌‌ returned to his⁠‌ domain.

Shortly⁠ after, another figure‍ appeared before Perda.‍‍

— Hello, darling.

A moist and lustful⁠ voice whispered in‌ his ear.

Blonde⁠ hair, blue eyes,‌​⁠ and a voluptuous‌⁠ chest.

It‍‍‍ was exactly the‍⁠ appearance of Olivia​​ Arken.

But‌​‍ it was not​​ Olivia Arken.

Because​ her lower half‌ was not human,‌ but that of⁠‍‌ a serpent.

— What you showed‌‍ today was incredible.⁠ I did not‌​‌ expect you to​‌⁠ strike Marbas’s contractor⁠‍ like that.

The‍‍‌ demon of desire‍​ and illusion, Sitri.‌

“I‌⁠​ see.”

— Why that indifferent⁠​ face? You have‌‍ before you the​​ most beautiful woman​⁠‍ in the empire.‍​ Do you not‌⁠⁠ like it?

Playing‍ with her hair‍​‍ with slender fingers,⁠‍ she smiled seductively.‌‍‌

Her‌ appearance was enough‍ to disarm any‌ man.

But⁠⁠ not Perda.

Even⁠ seeing that naked‍‌ and perfect body⁠⁠⁠ in full youth,‌‌​ the only thing‌ he felt was⁠​ calm.

Compared⁠‌‍ to Morax or⁠​ Marbas, the power⁠‌‌ she offered was‌​‍ the most insignificant.‌‍⁠

— It seems you​ do not like​ it. You said​‍‍ you were going​​ to marry a dragon, right?

“Yes.”‌

— If you like⁠‍​ that dragon so‌⁠‍ much how about‍ if you could‌‍ have two?

Perda​ thought about it​​ for a moment‌ and then looked​⁠​ at her.

“Speak.”​‌‌

— Do you know​‍ why I could‌‍ take the appearance‍ of Olivia Arken?​‌​ For a demon​ like me, something​​ like that is‌ child’s play.

She‌ smiled deeply and​​ whispered.

— Darling do you‌​‌ want to see‍ Valdrova’s appearance?

Perda’s‍ desire stirred.

And​‍ before that slight‌‌‌ hesitation, he ended​ up giving in⁠​‍ to Sitri.

“Take‍​ the appearance of⁠​ Valdrova.”

— Heh, what an‌‌ adorable man. Alright.⁠‌

Sitri‌⁠ covered her face‌‌ with both hands.​

Following‍‍‍ the movement of​ her hands, everything⁠ began to change.⁠‍

The⁠​​ blonde hair turned‌‌⁠ red, two pairs‍ of horns appeared⁠ on her head,‍‍ and her eyes‌⁠‌ transformed into golden‍⁠ eyes with exposed‌ sclera.

— Well? Is not⁠⁠‍ this my beautiful‌ appearance?

Sitri‌ had recreated the‍ figure of Valdrova,‍‍ the one he‍ longed for so​ much.

Perda​⁠ stared at her‍​​ and then said,‌

“That⁠ is not it.”‍‌⁠

On‍ his face there‌ was only disappointment.​‌‍

— What?

“My‌‌ fiancée does not‍‌ have such a sharp appearance. Her‌ eyes should droop⁠⁠‍ a bit more.”‍​‌

— Hm, like this?‌

Sitri​ modified her face‌ according to the‌‍ instructions.

Perda⁠‌ looked at her‍​‌ again and shook​‍⁠ his head.

“That‌​‌ is not it.‍‍ She has a softer gaze. And‍ her lips are⁠ not that thick.”​‌

— Wait a moment.​⁠ Like this?

“Why‍ do you not‌ understand what I am saying? Did⁠⁠⁠ I ask for⁠‍‌ something difficult?”

— Like this?

And‍⁠‍ so, they spent‌‌​ quite some time⁠⁠ arguing while Sitri⁠‍‍ repeatedly changed her‌​​ face.

After‍ several attempts, Sitri‍‍ stood up abruptly.​⁠

In⁠‍ her eyes there⁠ was deep contempt.​​⁠

— You are insane.​​

“What​‍ is it? If‍‍​ you want, I will make a contract with you.‍⁠⁠ You just have‌‍ to recreate exactly‍‌ what I want.⁠ It is not​‍ difficult.”

— Get lost! If⁠​​ I get involved‌​‍ with a pervert​‌ like you, my​ future will only‌⁠ be miserable!

Even‍‌ Sitri, the great⁠ demon of desire,‌ disappeared with an​​ expression of exasperation.‌‌⁠

‘It‍​‌ seems no one⁠⁠ can replace Valdrova.’‌

To⁠‌ be honest, Perda​ had felt slightly‌ tempted and had​⁠⁠ given in a little to that‌ temptation.

He‍ thought that, if⁠‍‌ he missed her,​ it would not‍ be so bad‍‌ to see her⁠​‍ even in that​‍⁠ form.

But‌ not even a substitute was possible⁠‌​ for her.

‘I⁠‍ should not have‍‌⁠ done it.’

Because‌ of Sitri’s clumsy‍ disguise, the image⁠‍​ of Valdrova only⁠‌ became more persistent​ in his mind.​

He‍‌‌ missed her deeply,​ and loneliness began​ to invade him.‌

‘Ah…​⁠ my queen.’

Perda‌​‍ called out to​ her inwardly with​​‍ longing.

‘You‍⁠ love this world​‍​ so much, but​‌⁠ the world tries‌⁠ to take advantage⁠⁠‍ of you.’

The​ reason Yuren attacked‍‍ Perda was to​​‍ provoke Valdrova’s anger.⁠‌⁠

A plan capable of‍⁠ shaking the empire​⁠⁠ could not have⁠​ come solely from‌‌ Yuren’s resentment.

‘But‍ do not worry.’‍‍‍

Perda‍‍‌ already knew who‌‍ was behind everything.‍‌‌

And​‌⁠ his sadness only‌‌ made him more‌ ruthless.

‘I‌ will make them‍ pay for all‍​‌ of this.’

Hiding‌​​ black magic practitioners‌​ like rats in⁠⁠​ the empire’s sewers,‍ instigating Yuren to‍‍ assassinate the regent,⁠ bringing down a decaying empire, and⁠⁠ desiring the death⁠​‍ of all those​‍​ bound by blood.‍​

A beautiful flower born⁠⁠ from the seed‍⁠​ of calamity.

‘Olivia‍​‌ Arken.’

At‌‍‌ that moment, Perda’s​‌ vision cleared completely⁠⁠ and his senses,⁠ which had been⁠‍ dulled, returned to‍​ normal.

Someone‍‌ was rapidly descending‍ the stairs.

They​ were undoubtedly knights‍‌⁠ and mages mobilized⁠‍ by the emergency.⁠

“Damn‌ it, Altes! What​⁠​ is happening here?”‌‌

“That…‌⁠‍ is that not​​‍ Regent Valdrova?!”

“Is⁠‌​ he still alive?”​

“Yes,⁠⁠ he is still⁠⁠ breathing!”

“Bring‌‌ a priest immediately!‍​​ This is an‍‍ emergency!”

“Lord‍‍ Regent! Can you‌‍ hear my voice?”​

He‍‍ could hear it.‌

So⁠ now he could⁠​‍ sleep.

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