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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 45: Commoner’s Example

Chapter 45: Commoner’s Example

“I’m‍ thinking of confiscating‍‌⁠ all the rings.”⁠

The​​‍ morning in the​⁠ territory of the​ Grand Duchy began​‍ with Ruri’s complaints.‌‍​

With‌ a clearly annoyed​ expression, she approached⁠⁠ while speaking.

For‌⁠ Perda, who was​ having breakfast, it​‍⁠ was uncomfortable.

“I​​⁠ see.”

So⁠ he responded without‍ much interest.

“The‌​ workers you brought​‌ don’t listen to‌ me at all.‌‍‍ Is it really⁠ that hard not​​‌ to spill even‌⁠ a single drop‍‌ of blood in​​‌ this castle?”

“I⁠⁠⁠ don’t know.”

“Fine,⁠ let’s say they​‌‌ can spill some.⁠ But they don’t​ even clean up​‍​ what they dirty!”⁠​

“Oh,‍⁠‍ really?”

“If‍⁠ they were afraid‍ of dragons, they‍​‌ would at least‍ correct their behavior,​ don’t you think?”‌‌‌

“Do​ whatever you want.”⁠​⁠

Ruri’s‍‍​ talkative mouth stopped.‍⁠​

She‍⁠ glanced at him⁠‌‍ sideways, looking irritated.‌

“Perda​ is the worst.”​‍⁠

“Oh,​ really?”

“Even‌‍‌ now you’re answering‍ carelessly.”

“I⁠ see.”

“Is‍⁠⁠ it just because‍⁠​ I cleaned you‍ once that you’re‌ acting like this?”‌‌‍

How⁠⁠ petty.

She​⁠ said it very‍‍ quietly, but Perda‌⁠ heard it.

It‌‌ would be a lie to say⁠ he didn’t hold‍ a grudge about⁠​ that day.

But⁠​‌ since he had‌‍ already taken revenge,‍​ he decided to​‌ respond more seriously.‌‌‌

“The‌ refinement of mana‌‍ stones is a long process. Research⁠ doesn’t happen overnight.”⁠‌‍

“And‌​⁠ you, who reached⁠​⁠ the third circle​⁠ so quickly, can⁠ understand that?”

“I​ learned to see‍ it from the‌⁠ perspective of ordinary‌ people.”

The​‍ Perda of the‌ past wouldn’t have​​⁠ understood.

But‍​ the current one,‌⁠ remembering his own‍ rapid progress, could​‍⁠ understand others to‍⁠‍ some extent.

“I​⁠ see.”

This⁠‍ time it was‌ Ruri who responded​​‌ without interest.

“Then​‌​ delay the punishments​​​ a bit. If‍‌ there are good‌‌‍ results soon, then—”‌

“UHAHAHAHA!​ UHAHAHAHAHA!”

Before‌ Perda could finish,‍‍ a mad laugh‍ echoed through the‍​‍ castle.

The‌ sound was getting⁠‍‌ closer.

“UHAHAHA!‌​‌ Finally! I finally⁠‍ did it! I don’t have to​​​ keep baking these‍​ damn mana stones​​ anymore! UHAHAHA!”

The‍⁠‌ madman was Vernell‍ Marquis.

Greasy‍ hair and a half-open robe.

Both‌⁠​ Perda and Ruri​‍‌ followed him with⁠‍ their eyes.

Perda⁠ took a sip‌​ of his tea.​‌​

“They​​⁠ say if you‍‌‍ speak of the⁠ tiger, it appears.‌ Looks like he⁠‌ finally got results.”⁠

At‍​⁠ last, the reason‌​‌ he had brought‌‌ Vernell was confirmed.​

After⁠ running around like​ a madman, Vernell‍ devoted himself to‌​​ sleeping.

He‌‍​ had sacrificed sleep‌‍‍ and life for‌‌‌ his research.

When​ he stood before⁠‍‌ Perda, he was‍​⁠ properly dressed.

“I‍‌ thought it would‍​ work today, but‍ I actually did‍​​ it. Hahaha!”

“Then​‍ explain it to‍​ me.”

“Yes!​​⁠ Of course. You‌‌⁠ see, it works‍ like this…”

Vernell‍​‍ began explaining enthusiastically.⁠‌

For‌​ a full hour,⁠⁠ he talked nonstop,‌⁠ filling a board.​​‍

“Did​⁠ you understand?”

After‍‌⁠ listening to everything,⁠​ Perda replied.

“Did​ you understand it?”⁠‍⁠

“I-I,⁠ of course I did! I even​‌‍ organized it… I tried to explain‌ it in the‍​‍ simplest way…”

“Hmm.”‍

Perda‌‌ thought.

‘It​‍ seems I’m not​​‍ very intelligent.’

Becoming‌ an archmage had​ been pure effort.‌⁠

He​⁠ didn’t understand anything‌‍​ Vernell said.

After⁠ 30 minutes, he⁠‍ already felt like​‍​ he was seeing‌‌‍ the universe.

He⁠ lost focus and​ came back when‌ it was over.‍

He⁠​ looked at the‌ assistant researchers.

Their⁠ eyes were shining.⁠‍​

Far​ too bright to​⁠ have understood anything.⁠‌‍

‘No‍‌ one understood anything.’‍‍

They​⁠‌ were people sent‍⁠⁠ by Stephan Pascal,​‌​ supposedly talented.

If​‍ he was a good merchant, he​​​ would have sent‌ the best.

‘At‍⁠ least there’s no‍⁠ risk of leakage​⁠ for now.’

Perda⁠‌​ took it positively.‌

After⁠ all, it was⁠ enough for Vernell​​‍ to understand it.‍⁠‌

“Show⁠‍‍ me.”

“Yes!”‌‌⁠

Vernell​‍​ brought one of‍‌ his devices.

It‍ was a mana​ stabilizer.

By​ infusing mana, it⁠​‌ fixed a zone‍⁠⁠ in the air⁠‍ with fifth-level magic.​​‌

“A‍​‌ beast’s corpse is‌ inserted stimulated with‌⁠ electricity…”

Mana‌‌ emerged from the​⁠‌ corpse.

It‌​‍ was impure mana,​‌ useless, floating like​ contamination.

“Then‌ it’s heated to‍ a certain temperature,​‌ compressed, and cooled‍‌ like this…”

After‌ the process, a crystal appeared.

It​ emitted white vapor.​

A bright blue object.⁠​

“This​‍⁠ is a mana⁠‍⁠ stone!”

Vernell⁠‍ presented it proudly.​

It​⁠ glowed faintly like‍‌‌ a magic crystal.‌

It‍ was an impressive⁠​‍ moment.

But‌ not for Perda.‌‍

‘It’s‍ impure.’

It⁠‌​ was something he‌‍⁠ had already seen​​‍ in the future.‌‌⁠

However,‍‍‌ unlike that time,‍ the color was‍‍ duller and gave‍‍‍ off a somewhat‍​⁠ crude feeling.

Just‍ in case, Perda​⁠‍ asked Vernell.

“What’s​ the efficiency?”

“Uh…‍ that…”

Vernell,​ who had been​ confidently spewing incomprehensible​‌ knowledge, froze.

“Vernell⁠ Marquis.”

“Y-yes.”​​⁠

“I⁠⁠ asked you a question. What’s the‌⁠ efficiency?”

“I-it’s‌⁠ just…”

Vernell‍‌‍ answered with difficulty,​‍​ sweating cold.

“If​ seven mana stones‌ are consumed… one‍⁠ can be created.”‍‌‌

“Then‌ the efficiency would‌​‍ be 14.2%.”

“Rounded,​⁠ it would be⁠‍⁠ 14.3%. And also…”‍‍⁠

It‌⁠ seemed there was⁠​ still more.

And‌ it wasn’t good.⁠​​

“Mana‌‍‌ leaks when increasing​⁠ the stone’s capacity…‌​‌ so it would​‍ have to be‍‍​ reduced by half…”⁠

In⁠‌‍ other words, fourteen​ stones were needed⁠ to produce one‌​ at real efficiency.⁠⁠

“About‌‍ 7% then.”

“If‍‌⁠ the initial process‍ is included, it’s⁠⁠⁠ 7.1%… ah, I’m​‍ sorry.”

Vernell​‌ thought.

Ah,⁠⁠‍ it’s over.

My‍ research ends here.⁠

It​⁠ would be better‌‍ to hire mages​‌​ than use something‌ with 7.1% efficiency.​‌

Internally,⁠ he had already‌ sentenced himself.

As‍‍‌ he went through⁠⁠ the five stages​‍​ of grief, Perda⁠‍⁠ spoke after a moment of silence.​

“About⁠‌​ the efficiency.”

“Yes.”‍

“Can⁠‌⁠ you increase it?”‍

“Huh…?”​‍

“I​‌ asked you if‍ you can increase‍​ it.”

Perda​ had already decided⁠⁠⁠ since the moment⁠‍ he brought him.⁠⁠

If‍ this man didn’t⁠ give up, he​ had no intention‌‍⁠ of considering it‍⁠‍ a failure.

Vernell​‍ nodded.

“Y-yes.‌​‌ It’s possible. I’ll‍ achieve it.”

“Good.”‌

Perda⁠‍‌ stood up.

“Then⁠ continue researching.”

Vernell‍‌ blinked.

Was​⁠ that all?

Perda⁠⁠⁠ added.

“I’ll‍‍ gather those who‍ need to hear⁠ this. Until then,⁠‌ organize the research⁠⁠ and the demonstration‌⁠⁠ better. Understood?”

“Y-yes!”‍⁠⁠

Perda⁠‍​ left.

He⁠ was betting on​‌‍ something he couldn’t‍ even guarantee.

So‌⁠ he could only‌​ do his best.⁠‍‌

But‍ unlike Vernell, who‍​ was trembling, Perda⁠‌​ thought differently.

‘If⁠⁠ used properly, it‌‌ works.’

Perda⁠‌ knew it.

Magitechnology⁠‍ would advance no‍​​ matter what.

And‌‍‌ he knew how‍ difficult that process⁠ had been.

When​⁠ Vernell first presented‌⁠ it, he was​​ ridiculed.

“Who⁠⁠⁠ would use that?”,⁠​‌ “What is it​ for?”, “It’s vulgar.”‍‌‌

But​ what happened afterward?‍

‘The‍⁠‍ mages ended up‌⁠​ using it more.’‍⁠⁠

Because⁠‍ it offered a convenience impossible for‍‌‌ traditional magic circles.​‌⁠

The‍‍ era where magic‌ was an exclusive​‌ monopoly would end.‌​

Perda‌‌⁠ knew it.

That‍ was why he⁠​ had enough reason​‌‍ to trust Vernell.‌

***‌

Ten‍​ days later, guests⁠ arrived.

Count​‌​ Consilus and the‌⁠‍ manager of the​⁠ Pascal company, Stephan⁠‌‍ Pascal.

Vernell​ repeated the demonstration‍ and explanation.

With​ ten days of​ preparation, it improved.⁠

But‍‍ it was still⁠⁠ complicated.

“Ho…‌‍‌ I see.”

“I​​⁠ understand. Interesting.”

Perda​​​ observed them and‍ asked.

“Did‌‌ you really understand‌ it? I didn’t.​⁠⁠ Speak honestly.”

Both‌ confessed.

It‍‍ was clear there‍ was no sincerity​ in their words.​

“Haha…​‌ sorry. It’s a habit to nod.‍‍​ I’m ignorant in‍ this.”

“I​‍‍ didn’t understand either…‌ I was embarrassed‍‍​ to admit it…”⁠‌

Vernell‍‌ felt uncomfortable.

He⁠ thought he had‍⁠ simplified it quite‍ a bit.

“But​⁠​ in summary, the‌ efficiency is low,⁠​ right?”

“That’s‍⁠⁠ correct.”

“Hmm…⁠ it’s quite an​⁠‌ ambiguous object.”

Consilus‍‍‍ muttered, stroking his​‌ beard.

Vernell⁠‌​ was sweating.

Stephan‍ tried to salvage​ the situation.

“From​⁠‍ an economic standpoint,‍‍ it doesn’t seem​‍‌ good right now,‍​‍ but being able‌ to supply mana​ is valuable…”

“Ah,​ I already explained‍‍ that… it can’t‌‍ be used to‍ supply mana to⁠⁠⁠ mages. It doesn’t‍​⁠ recover or recharge⁠ like potions or‍‌⁠ elixirs.”

“Ah…‍ then it’s complicated…”‍⁠

Stephan​⁠​ stepped back.

Both⁠ were negative.

Vernell’s‌ back was soaked.​​

But⁠‍ Perda had already‍ expected this.

“Don’t​‍​ worry about efficiency​ for now. That⁠‌⁠ will be our​ chief technician’s job​⁠ later.”

Perda​ had anticipated it.​⁠

He⁠‍​ knew that at⁠ this stage, all⁠‌⁠ he would get‍⁠ were negative opinions.‌⁠ That was why⁠ what he had‍ shown them wasn’t‌ really for that,⁠ but for something⁠‍⁠ else.

“I’d‍‍ like to hear‍​ your ideas on⁠​⁠ what we should‌⁠ create first with⁠‌ this.”

“What‍‍ exactly do you​​ mean?”

Perda‌⁠⁠ raised the mana‍‌​ stone that Vernell⁠⁠‍ had created.

“I​‌ mean a revolutionary⁠‍ energy source that‍‌‍ can replace what​⁠‍ mages do. Think‌​​ about tasks that​ require mages, and‌ also those that,⁠‌ honestly, are too⁠⁠‌ trivial for them.”⁠

What​‌‍ he needed was‌ an idea.

Count​‌ Consilus and Stephan‌​‍ were experts in​‌ their respective fields.‌⁠⁠ At Perda’s words,⁠ the count was​⁠ the first to‌​⁠ speak.

“If‍⁠ we can imitate‍ mages with this…​‌​ does that mean‍ we could fill⁠ the lack of‍‍ mages on the‌‍‍ front lines with​ infantry?”

He⁠ was a military‍​ man to the‍⁠​ bone.

So⁠‌‍ the first thing⁠‍ he thought of⁠ was war.

“It’s‍‌ possible. If it‍‍ becomes a weapon,​ using magic won’t​​ be a problem.”⁠⁠

Perda‌⁠ gave it a name that would​⁠⁠ one day be‍‍⁠ known.

“Magitechnological​‌‍ infantry.”

“Ho…‌‌ magitechnological infantry…”

The​‌‍ count’s eyes lit​ up.

Mages​‍​ were efficient in​⁠ almost any situation,‌ especially against creatures.‍

In‍​​ the Far East‌ there were more‌‌ magical creatures than⁠‍‍ monsters.

It⁠ was an urgent⁠⁠ need.

But,‍​ as on any‌ battlefield, mages avoided⁠‍ it.

“The⁠⁠ concept is good.‍ If we can‌ cover the absence​‌ of mages, there⁠‌‌ is hope. If‌⁠‌ we solve the‍​ efficiency, we should⁠‌⁠ focus on weapons​‌ first.”

The​‍ count was resolute.‍‌⁠

But‍‍ Stephan intervened.

“Your‍ point is valid,⁠​‌ count. But… what‌‍ about transport?”

Stephan‍‍‌ already had his​ own interest in‍⁠​ this investment.

“Transport?”‍

“Yes.⁠ In war, the‍​⁠ most important thing​ is supply. Power⁠ is useless if‍‌⁠ you can’t sustain⁠ it.”

“That’s‌ also true. But‌‌ in the Far‌​ East there is‌​ an abundance of⁠ materials. If we​‌‍ focus on producing​ here, that problem‌‍‌ can wait.”

Neither⁠ of them gave​⁠​ in.

‘I⁠‌​ did well to‍⁠⁠ ask them.’

Just‍‌ by watching them​ argue, it was‍​ already clear what​ they wanted and​‌ what the problems‌ were.

Stephan‌ wanted to reduce‍ logistical costs.

The‌​ count wanted to⁠ save lives.

Both‌ had solid reasons.​‌

“It​ seems we won’t⁠ reach an agreement.⁠​ It would be‍ best for you‌​ to decide, Lord‍​ Regent.”

“Yes,‍⁠ I think the​ same.”

The⁠‍​ decision fell to‌ Perda.

“I‍‌ think it’s best⁠ to leave the‌⁠‍ decision to the‌⁠⁠ one responsible for​ development.”

“Huh?”​​

Perda​‍ threw the responsibility‍⁠ directly at Vernell.⁠

“Me?”​‍⁠

Vernell‌​ was stunned.

But⁠⁠​ everyone was waiting‌‍‍ for his answer.⁠

He‌⁠ had to choose.⁠

“Uh…​​‍ well… I…”

Vernell‌ was a pacifist.‍‌

He‌⁠⁠ preferred to create‌‌⁠ useful things rather⁠⁠​ than weapons.

Even‌‍ so, he spoke​ cautiously.

“I‍‍‍ think… it’s best‌ to start with⁠​ weapons…”

“As⁠⁠‍ expected.”

“Of‍⁠​ course weapons are‍​‍ important, but… after​​‌ seeing the count’s‍ territory… I changed‌⁠ my mind.”

He‌ remembered when he⁠​ had been on⁠‍ the verge of‌ death due to​ mana overload.

He‍ saw the people’s‍‍ suffering.

“First,‍‍ we must stop‌⁠‍ the creatures that⁠ threaten our home.”‍

“Hmm…‌⁠‌ alright…”

Stephan​‌​ yielded.

Although⁠ his priority dropped,​ he would eventually⁠⁠‌ benefit as well.​‍‍

“We‍‍ are also researching​​ weapons. We’ll be​⁠‍ able to give​​ good news.”

“Well​⁠​ done. Your research‌‍‍ will be the⁠​⁠ light of the​‍​ Far East.”

It⁠⁠‌ seemed everything was‌ ending well.

“About⁠ those weapons…”

Perda⁠‌⁠ intervened.

“Will⁠‌ they be as⁠⁠ complicated as your⁠​ explanation?”

“Uh…​ probably yes…”

“Perfect.”​⁠‌

Perda‍‌ already knew.

Vernell‍ created incredible things‌‍ but far too‍ complex.

He​​​ didn’t understand the‍​⁠ importance of simplicity.‌‍⁠

“Fortunately,⁠​⁠ I have an​‍‍ excellent test subject.”⁠

“A​ test subject…?”

“Yes.​ Come in.”

A man entered.

Everyone​‌ was surprised.

He⁠ wore armor but​⁠‍ marched in a ridiculous way.

A complete mess.

Vernell‍‌⁠ felt chills.

“Malcolm⁠ of Peach Hill!​ I have arrived!”​

“Good.‍‍ I have a task for you.”​‌

“Give‍⁠ the order!”

He‌‍ looked like an‌ energetic child.

It⁠‍ was not pleasant​​ to watch.

“What​‌ is 2 times⁠​ 2?”

“4!”​⁠​

“Correct.‍ And 7 times‌‍⁠ 6?”

“13!”‌

“Well​‍‍ done.”

“Thank⁠ you!”

Malcolm⁠ smiled proudly.

The‌⁠‌ others were horrified.‍

Where‌ did they get⁠‍ this guy?

Perda‍ patted Vernell on‌​ the shoulder and​ said.

“Make⁠​ it simple enough​ for this guy​ to understand and‌ use.”

“Huh?”‍‌

“I‌‍ trust that at⁠‌‌ least you’ll be⁠‍ able to do‍‌‌ that.”

“……Huh?”⁠⁠

Vernell⁠​‍ felt his mind‌⁠⁠ go blank.

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