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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 44: Difference in Approach

Chapter 44: Difference in Approach

Perda​‍ returned safely to​⁠ Valdrova Castle.

Arwen,‍⁠‍ after escorting him‍‌ to the main‌​‍ gate, immediately returned‍‍ to the territory​ of Count Consilus.‌‍

At‍​‌ the entrance, Ruri‍‌ received Perda and​‌ his group.

“How‌ was the trip?”⁠‌

It⁠‍ was a formal​ question, and Perda​⁠ responded in the​‌⁠ same manner.

“Peaceful.​‌ There were no‍ attacks, and with​ an escort it⁠‌⁠ wasn’t boring.”

“I​‍ see. But it‌​ seems there is⁠‍⁠ one more person‍‌​ than when you​​‌ left.”

When‌ they departed the⁠ castle, only Zed,‍‍ Perda, and the‍​⁠ coachman had gone,⁠‌⁠ but now there⁠⁠‌ was a man‍ carrying a pile‍‌‌ of luggage.

“Regent!⁠⁠​ I already placed‌‌⁠ my things in‍‍ the cart, should‍‌‍ I also carry⁠⁠ your luggage?”

Malcolm,⁠​ who was organizing‍ his belongings on‌​ the wagon, noticed‌⁠ Ruri late.

“Eek!⁠ You are the‌​ intruder from that‌⁠‍ time!”

Malcolm⁠ trembled in fear.⁠⁠

It‌ was not because‍‌​ of Dragon Fear.‌ Even if she‍​ were emitting it,‌ he was wearing⁠‍‌ a resistance ring.​⁠⁠

He​​‍ was simply a coward.

“I‌ see you brought⁠‍​ someone useless.”

Ruri⁠​ sighed through her‌ nose.

“He‍‍ is useless, but⁠​⁠ also an excellent‌​ specimen.”

“What‌​⁠ kind of specimen?”‍⁠‍

“What‌ else? One for⁠​ experiments.”

“……Are⁠​ you researching black⁠ magic?”

“I‌‍⁠ have to research‍ it, but it’s⁠​‍ not that.”

Saying‌​ that, Perda tried⁠ to enter the‍‌⁠ castle.

Then‌⁠ Ruri blocked his‍ path.

“What‌​‌ is it?”

“Are‍ you really asking‌​‌ because you don’t‍‌ know?”

Ruri’s⁠ gaze slowly moved‍ until it stopped‌ on Perda’s right​​‍ hand.

“Don’t⁠‌​ you think entering‍⁠​ the castle with​ that stench is​​‌ a serious crime?”​

“……”‍‌⁠

Perda‌‍ felt a strange⁠​ chill at those⁠ words.

Instinctively,‌​ he looked at‍​ his body and⁠‌‌ noticed something slightly‌⁠‌ sticking out of‍ Ruri’s pocket.

It⁠​ was a rough​ towel stained green.​‌​

If⁠​ that towel touched‍⁠ the skin, it‌ would rip off​ the dirt along⁠ with the skin​‌⁠ itself.

And‍​⁠ the pain of⁠ tearing flesh could‍⁠ not be avoided.​‌

Bang!‍‍ Bang!

The⁠ towel moved with‌ Ruri’s hand, causing​​ small white explosions.‍

Ah‌‌ she had been‍ waiting for this​ moment.

Ruri‌ had a justification.‍

The‌‌⁠ scent of another‍​⁠ woman on Perda’s​⁠ hand could cause‌​‍ a misunderstanding in‍​ Valdrova.

And​⁠​ those kinds of‍ misunderstandings had to​​ be avoided.

Perda‍​⁠ understood that but​‍⁠ did not forget‌‍ the screams of​ the knights.

Screams​ like those of‌ children in front‌‌⁠ of a demon.⁠‍

He‌‍‍ did not think‍‍ he could endure​ it better than‍ they did.

Perda‌‍‌ looked at Ruri​‍ again.

Unlike‌⁠​ his concern, she‌​ had an expression‍⁠⁠ full of anticipation.⁠‌⁠

“Can‍⁠ I ask you‍‍‌ something?”

“Say​ it.”

“At‌‍‍ least do it‌⁠ inside that isolation‌ magic.”

He⁠‌​ said it like‍⁠ the last words⁠‌‍ of a condemned‍⁠​ man.

Ruri​​⁠ nodded solemnly.

“Of⁠‌ course. I can’t​​‍ go around telling‌‌ others about Perda’s⁠‌ masochistic preferences.”

“……Fine.”‍​‍

He​‍⁠ did not have‌⁠ the strength to‍ respond.

Perda⁠ followed Ruri inside.‌

That‌​⁠ day, what happened‍‌ in the bath‍ remained a secret​​‍ between Ruri and‍ Perda.

***‍‌

Perda,‌ completely clean and‌⁠ shining, barely managed‍ to get dressed.​

Every​​ time the fabric⁠​⁠ touched his sensitive‍‍ skin, he felt​‍⁠ a painful tingling.‌

‘I‍ have to endure.’‍

From⁠‌ now on, he⁠ had to concentrate.​‍

He⁠‍ looked at the⁠‍ book on the‍ desk.

Shadow‍​⁠ Technique of Barbatos.​⁠‍

The⁠‍ demon of intrigue⁠ prefers to act⁠ in secret and‍⁠⁠ specializes in manipulating‌ shadows as if​‌ they were limbs‍ to attack blind⁠ spots.

Since‍‍‍ it is a grimoire focused on⁠​ stealth, sealing it‌⁠ was complicated.

If‍ it was not‌ kept with silver‌‌ chains enchanted with‌​ shape fixation, the‌‍ book would melt‌ and move elsewhere.​‍

What‌‍ this technique emphasizes‍‌ is one thing.‍

‘The‌‌‌ shadow must be​‌⁠ me, and I must be the‌ shadow.’

Just​ like with Shadow⁠ Hand, if it‍ is not perceived‍‍‌ as a third⁠ limb, the user‍ will suffer intense⁠​⁠ phantom pain.

‘But‌⁠ there are things‍ I need.’

The​ greatest advantage is‌‍‌ that it does‌‍​ not require a magic circle.

And​​ it is not​‌‌ only used as​ a magic hand,​ but as real⁠‌‌ limbs.

That⁠ means Perda can‌ use Shadow Hand⁠⁠ to cast other​⁠ spells.

‘It⁠ does not stand‌ out in offensive⁠‌ power.’

As‌ befits a demon​ of intrigue, it‍‍ is different from⁠‍ other circles of‍​​ black magic.

‘But‌‍ it can attack‌ blind spots.’

Weak​ in frontal combat,​‌ but with infinite​ possibilities in strategy.​⁠⁠

That‌​​ is why Perda⁠ chose this technique‍‌⁠ among many.

‘To‌ read it I have to remove⁠​ this chain.’

To‍‌ break it, he‍ had to deactivate⁠​ the spell, and‌​​ for that, decipher‌⁠​ the runes.

So⁠⁠​ he went to​‍ find Echidna.

“I‌‌‍ want you to‍​ remove this chain.‍⁠​ Can you do⁠ it?”

“Y-yes,‌​​ of course. I’ll​⁠ do it right⁠‌⁠ away, hehe.”

Echidna‍ smiled while looking‍‍ at Perda.

Her​‍​ expression was somewhere‌‍ between that of⁠‌ a girl in‌‌ love with a prince and that​ of a witch⁠​⁠ with dark thoughts.​⁠

“I​‍​ appreciate it. How⁠​ do you want‌⁠ the reward to​‌⁠ be?”

“R-reward?⁠ It’s not necessary,​​⁠ really…”

“If⁠​‌ you do a job, it’s only‌⁠ fair to pay​​‍ for it.”

Giving‍⁠⁠ compensation according to‍ the work done.‍‍​

That​ was the best​‍ way to work‌​‍ with a witch‌‍ without problems afterward.‍⁠‍

“Reward,‌ huh…”

Echidna’s‍⁠‌ eyes moved.

She⁠‌ looked at the‍​ blonde girl standing​‍‍ next to Perda.‌‌

Morida.‍​

“S-so…‌‍​ could you let‌ me spend a night with Morida?”​‍

Sleep​ with Morida?

If‌‍⁠ thought of as⁠‍⁠ spending a night‌ between people of‍⁠​ the same sex,⁠⁠ it was not⁠ that strange.

But‌ the other party‌ was a witch.‍

And​‍‌ quite a disturbing⁠ one at that.‌

“Is‌ that fine with‍ you?”

Perda​ looked at Morida.⁠‍‌

Mori​​‌ responded with a note.

– According to Echidna’s​⁠ behavior pattern, sleeping‌​⁠ with her will‍ reduce work efficiency​ by 30%.

30%‍⁠ was too much.​​‌

What‌​⁠ kind of behavior‍ did she have‍⁠‌ to lower it‍ that much?

“I‌ cannot accept that.”‌​​

“Eh…⁠​​ well, then there’s‍⁠ nothing to be⁠​ done…”

I shouldn’t have said‌ it…

Echidna‌​ muttered, disappointed.

Perda​⁠ decided to propose⁠ something he had⁠​⁠ already thought of.​⁠⁠

“How‍ about I give​​ you time with‌ Zed?”

“With‌ Zed?!”

Echidna’s‍‍ face immediately turned​ red.

She⁠ nodded excitedly while‍‌‍ letting out steam‍ from her nose.‌⁠

“S-so…​⁠ how much time⁠⁠ would it be…?”‍‍

“Something⁠⁠⁠ like this.”

Perda⁠​‌ raised three fingers.​​​

She‌⁠​ was completely satisfied.⁠

“30​‌ minutes?! Mmm…! That’s‌ fine! Deal!”

“……Alright.”⁠

Perda‍​ had actually meant​‌ 3 hours.

But​⁠ she herself reduced‍‍ the amount to‌‌ one sixth and⁠​‍ was still happy.​

‘If⁠⁠⁠ I had said⁠⁠‌ 3 hours, it​‍⁠ might have been‌‌⁠ counterproductive.’

Everything‌‍⁠ in excess brings⁠‍ problems.

Now‍​ that he had‍ a standard for‌ the reward, he​ thought about adjusting‍‍‌ it in the​‌⁠ future.

“Alright,​⁠​ let’s see.”

Echidna,⁠⁠ excited, placed the⁠ shadow grimoire on‌​​ the work table.‌‌‌

She⁠⁠ put on large⁠⁠ glasses and began‌‌​ to examine it.​

Not​‌ only with her‍​⁠ sight, but with​ all her senses.‌‍⁠

“Mmm…⁠‍⁠ the material isn’t​ hard, rather soft​‌‍ like clay… the⁠⁠ smell… sniff… ah,‍⁠ that sulfur scent⁠‌‌ from hell is⁠​ special. It has⁠​ that stale touch,​⁠ you know? like​‍ an armpit…”

“Enough.”⁠‌

“Ah,‌ yes. Hehe…”

Perda‌⁠ stopped her before​​​ she drifted off.‌

After​​ analyzing the book,‍ she moved on⁠⁠ to the silver⁠‌ chain.

When​‌⁠ she injected a bit of mana,⁠‌ blue letters appeared.​‍‌

Runes.​

“Mmm…”​‌

Echidna’s‍‌ gaze became serious.‍⁠‍

It⁠​ was hard to⁠‌ believe she was‌ the same woman‍​ who chased men.‌‌

‘She’s⁠‌​ the same type‍⁠ as Vernell.’

When‍‍​ she focused on​ her work, she​​ became completely different.⁠⁠

‘If​⁠​ you can create⁠‍​ runes, you can​‍‍ decipher them.’

What‌ she was doing‌ was like disabling‍‍​ a trap.

If‍​ she deciphered the⁠ runes, she could‌ understand the spell‍ and foresee side‌​ effects.

“There’s​ shape fixation magic…​ and if you‍⁠ break it by‍‌‍ force, there’s a trap that strikes‌ the one who‍‌‍ breaks it. A normal mage would‌‌ die. And this‌⁠ signature… it seems‌​ to be from⁠‌‌ the Church of​‍ Alte.”

“Can‌‍⁠ you undo it?”​​⁠

Echidna‌ smiled.

“There’s​‌ no need to‌​ undo it.”

“Why?”‌

“If‍​‌ we remove the​​‌ fixation, the book​​‌ could escape. Do‍ you plan to​⁠‌ read it only​‌ once?”

Perda​​‌ shook his head.⁠

Even​ if he learned⁠‌ everything, letting the​ book go would⁠‍⁠ be problematic.

“Then…‌‌‍ we loosen the​​ conditions.”

“How?”​​‌

“Instead‌‍​ of completely releasing‍ the fixation, we⁠‌‌ allow a certain⁠⁠ margin. Enough to​ read it.”

“Do​‍ it.”

“Understood!”‍⁠‌

Echidna‌ struck the runes‍‌⁠ with her pen​⁠‌ and recited a spell.

Shortly⁠‍ after, a magic‌‍ circle appeared.

At⁠ least fifth level.‌⁠

She​⁠⁠ manipulated the circle​‌ with her fingers.⁠‍​

‘Manipulating⁠⁠​ a magic circle…’‍‌

Even‍ when he was‌ an archmage, Perda​‌‌ did not do‌ it like that.‌‌

It​​ was easier to‍ destroy and rebuild.‌

‘Rune‌‌‌ creators are different.’​‌

They​​ can touch magic​ itself.

That‍‌ is why, instead⁠​​ of destroying it,⁠​‍ they adjust it.⁠⁠⁠

“If‍​⁠ I change this⁠ like this… done.”‌‌‍

She⁠‌ struck the rune.⁠‌

The​⁠ circle disappeared into​ it.

At​​ the same time,⁠​ the silver chain‍‌ loosened gently.

“Can‍​​ I read it‌‍ here?”

“Yes!⁠⁠‍ Of course!”

“Bring⁠‍⁠ me some thick​ books.”

“Books?‍ W-wait a moment!”‌

Clatter!​‌ Rummage!

Just‍ as he said,⁠ she took out‌‌ several thick dictionaries.⁠

“But‌⁠‌ what for?”

“I​​ need to adjust‌‍⁠ it to her​⁠‍ sitting height.”

“Sitting​ height?”

Perda‌‍ placed about three‍‍ books on the‌⁠ chair.

He​‍⁠ arranged them to‌​​ match Morida’s height.​‌

“Is⁠‍ this fine?”

Morida‌ nodded.

“Then,​‌‍ let’s begin—”

“W-wait​⁠​ a moment!!”

Just‌‍ as they were‌​‌ about to start,⁠‍ Echidna intervened and‍ hugged Morida.

“Don’t⁠‌​ tell me the‌ one who’s going‌​ to read the‍​ book is our‌ Morida? Making a child do something‍ worse than death?”‍

“Then​‌ why do you‌‍ think I brought⁠ her?”

“I‌‌ thought it was⁠ because Morida really‍‍​ wanted to see‌ me. Isn’t that​‍ right?”

Echidna⁠⁠ smiled while looking‌⁠‌ at Morida, and‌ Morida wrote on​​ a note.

– That’s not the⁠​ case.

“Uh…?​‌​ I thought we‌ had become f-friends…‍ was it only⁠​​ me who felt‌‍⁠ that way?”

– That is correct.‍‌‌

Morida‌ clearly drew the‍⁠ line.

Faced⁠⁠ with that devastating​​⁠ response, Echidna sobbed.‌

“This‌‌ is a task⁠‌ that only this⁠ child can do.”​‍

“But‌‍ facing the demonic⁠⁠‌ language written by​ demons…”

“Yes.‍‌ People gradually go‍ mad.”

“And​‍ even so you’re​ going to make⁠⁠⁠ her do it?⁠ Isn’t that too⁠‌⁠ cruel?”

Echidna‍‌‌ hugged Morida and‌⁠ rubbed her head​ against her cheek.​

Now‌‍⁠ it was clear​ why her efficiency‌​‌ dropped.

“It‍‍ doesn’t matter. In⁠​ any case, it’s‍‌ impossible to corrupt⁠ this child.”

“R-really?”​​‍

Echidna⁠‌⁠ asked, and Morida⁠‌⁠ nodded.

“If‍‌‍ that’s the case…”⁠​

Even​⁠ at the last​ moment, Echidna continued‍ stroking her hair‌⁠ with concern.

“Start.”‍‌‍

At​‍​ Perda’s command, Morida⁠ opened the book.⁠‍‍

At​ that instant, something⁠​ inside the book​‍​ began to emanate.⁠‌

A piercing smell of​‌‍ sulfur filled the⁠ air, and it⁠‍⁠ felt as if‍‍​ something impure ran⁠⁠⁠ through the body.​

That​⁠‌ was the meaning⁠ of the demonic‌​ language.

Just​ seeing it was‌‍‌ sacrilege.

Just⁠‍‍ reading it left‌‍⁠ a mark.

Goooo—⁠

Perda‍‌ and Echidna averted⁠⁠‌ their gaze from‍‌ the characters.

The​ demonic language was​‌ something born from‍⁠​ hell itself.

Whoever⁠‍‌ sees it glimpses​​ fragments of hell.⁠⁠

And‍​ whoever comes into​⁠​ contact with those‌ fragments is marked,⁠⁠‍ hearing demonic whispers‍ for the rest⁠​‍ of their life.​​

An‌‍ endless trial.

If‌⁠ they do not‌​‍ overcome it, they⁠‌ become followers of‌ demons or madmen.‍

And‌ they end up⁠‍⁠ becoming a channel‍​ for demons to⁠‌⁠ enter this world.⁠‌‍

‘I​⁠‌ went through it⁠‌ too.’

The⁠ demonic language cannot​ be blocked, since‌ it comes from​​ the very essence⁠​ of the characters.‍⁠‍

Perda‍​ had also learned‍‍ it to master‍‍⁠ demonic magic.

In‍⁠ fact, he was​‌‌ able to learn‌​ Shadow Hand thanks⁠⁠‌ to that.

‘But​⁠​ afterward I erased‍‍⁠ it all.’

The‌‌‍ best approach was​‍ to learn the​ magic, understand it,‌⁠​ and then erase​ the demonic language​ from the mind.‍‍‍

That‌ was why Perda​ knew those magics‌‌ without being controlled‍‌ by them.

‘I‍ no longer need‍‍​ to learn it.’​‌

There⁠​‌ was already someone⁠⁠ who knew it.‌

And⁠⁠‍ someone who could‌‌ interpret it for⁠‍⁠ him.

The‍​‌ wise slave, Morida.⁠​‌

She‍​ would be the​​ one to write‌ it for him.⁠

Morida⁠⁠⁠ observed the demonic​‍ language clearly.

An⁠ intense red fire​ ignited in her‍ eyes.

It‌‍⁠ was as if⁠ her eyes had‍ become a spear‌​‌ to look inside‍‍ it.

But‌​ it could not​ disturb her.

Not‌​​ because she was​​⁠ perfect.

Even‍‌ the perfect can⁠​ waver before demons.​‍

But‌‌⁠ she had no⁠‌ ego.

Without​​ ego, there was​⁠⁠ nothing to shake.‍​‍

There⁠‍‌ was no foothold.⁠‌

So⁠‍ the demons could‌‌​ not reach her.‍

Morida⁠​‍ took the pen⁠ and began to‍‌‌ write.

Even‍‌‌ with the “window‌‍ of hell” open,‍ she maintained absolute⁠ rationality while translating.​

She​ ignored the whispers‌⁠​ until the end‌ and finished quickly.​‌‍

Then‍⁠‍ she closed the⁠​‌ book.

In​ her right hand⁠‌ was the original,⁠​⁠ in her left,⁠​ the translation.

“Did‌‍ you finish everything?”‌​

Perda‌‌‍ asked to confirm,‍ and Morida nodded.‍

Perda‌ gave the final⁠ order.

“Then‍ forget everything you⁠ have seen.”

At‍⁠⁠ that instant, the​ red fire in‍‌ her eyes disappeared.‌‌

They⁠‌ returned to their‍ original color.

With‍‌ a single command,​​⁠ she truly forgot​⁠⁠ everything.

Something⁠‌ impossible for a normal person.

But​‍ possible for Morida.​‌

Shortly⁠ after, her body‍ began to sway.‌‍

Her⁠‍​ eyelids grew heavy.‌​

She​ had spent too‍ much energy.

“Go⁠‌ to sleep early⁠‌ today.”

With​⁠ Perda’s permission, Morida‍⁠ leaned against the​‌​ backrest and closed⁠​‌ her eyes.

“Echidna,⁠‍ take her to⁠⁠‌ her room.”

“Of‍ course!”

Echidna​‌⁠ looked at her​ with a suspicious‌ expression.

“Uhe…‍ uheh… uhehhehe…”

She‍‌ even started drooling.⁠‌⁠

Now⁠​ it was easier​ to understand that‌⁠ “-30% efficiency.”

Perda‌‌ added.

“Leave‍ her on the‌⁠ bed and come‌ out. I will⁠⁠⁠ not allow any‌ further contact. Understood?”‌​

“Y-yes!⁠​ Of course! I have no other⁠⁠ intentions! None at⁠‍ all!”

She‌ said it, but​‌ her disappointed face​‌​ was not very​​​ convincing.

Perda​​‍ took the translated‍‌ manuscript she had‌ prepared.

First,⁠ he read the‍​ part of Shadow⁠ Hand within the‍‍‌ shadow technique of​‌⁠ Barbatos.

‘She‌‍ wrote it exactly‍ as I understood⁠​⁠ it.’

With‍‌ that, he concluded​​​ that he could​‌ understand the magic‍⁠‌ just by reading‌ the translation.

Perda‌ returned to the​​ beginning.

‘The‍‌ reason I needed‌⁠⁠ this grimoire.’

It‌‌ was the mana⁠‍ training method.

One⁠⁠​ of the ways‌ to go from‍​‍ the third circle‌ to the fourth.​​

‘Shape‍‍​ of Shadow.’

That⁠‌‍ page caught his‌​‍ attention.

Despite​​ reading an infernal​‌‍ grimoire written by‌⁠‌ a great demon,⁠⁠ he suffered no​ side effects.

‘How‌⁠​ long did it‌ normally take to‍​ reach the fourth​ circle?’

From​⁠‌ the fourth circle⁠​‌ onward, one was‍​ considered a true‌​ mage.

That‌ was why it⁠‌ was so difficult;⁠ even the talented‌ needed years of​‍‍ effort.

With‌ the Red Circle,‍ it was not​ very different.

‘In⁠ fact, it was‌ even more dangerous.’‍

As⁠‍ the Red Circle‌‍ advanced, madness and​⁠‌ risk increased.

‘When​‌ did that ever‍ matter to me?’‍‌‍

Perda‍‍‌ had grown strong​‍ through hatred, and‍ he did not⁠‌‌ hesitate to take‍‌ risks to become⁠‌⁠ stronger.

If⁠‌ anything had changed,‌ it was that⁠⁠ now he did‍ it for Valdrova.​‍

Perda‍ decided to begin‍​‍ the training method‍ immediately.

The⁠ process was simple.⁠​​

He​‌⁠ lit a candle​ in a completely‌​ dark room.

Then⁠‌ he placed the​ light behind his‍‍ head, creating a long and deep‍ shadow.

And⁠⁠ he began by‌⁠ observing that shadow.‍‍‌

At⁠⁠ first, it was​‌ only about using​‌‌ magic through the‌ shadow.

But‌​⁠ later, one could⁠ become the shadow⁠​‍ itself, or even⁠⁠ the shadow of‍​⁠ another.

To​⁠⁠ transcend common sense‍​​ and seek freedom‍‌​ through it.

‘The​ shadow is me,‍ and I am‌ the shadow.’

With⁠​​ that in mind,‍ he stared intently⁠ at the shadow‍​​ trembling with the‍ candlelight.

At​‌ that moment—

He‍ felt his body​‍ being pressed against⁠⁠ the ground.

As‌ if he were⁠‍ trapped in a flat, limited space.‍⁠

He​‌ had entered a state of total‌​⁠ concentration in the⁠ shadow.

‘Now​‍​ I close my⁠ eyes.’

Maintaining‍ that sensation, he‌ directed his consciousness​​⁠ toward the circle⁠ in his dantian.​

He​‍‍ concentrated for approximately⁠​‍ an hour.

He‍‌⁠ had to make​​ mana flow within⁠ the shadow.

‘I​ feel nothing.’

His‌‍ state was too‍​ calm.

For⁠‌ the Red Circle,‌ calmness acted as‍​​ a brake.

‘For​‍ now, it’s impossible.’‌​

If‍⁠⁠ something did not⁠‍‌ work, he abandoned⁠‍​ it without hesitation.‍

Perda​ was still young,⁠​⁠ and he had⁠ many things to​‍ do.

He⁠⁠ left the dark‍ room.

It⁠ was night, with⁠​‌ the moon already​‌ tilted.

Much​‌ more than midnight​‍ must have passed.​‌

He⁠⁠‌ did not know⁠​‍ how many days‌⁠ had gone by.​

Only‍ the sound of⁠ his empty stomach‍ indicated how much‌‍ time had passed.⁠⁠‍

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