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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 47: Dragon Eyes

Chapter 47: Dragon Eyes

The‌ dragon cavalry armor⁠​ was revealed under‌‍‍ the moonlight.

Two​​ meters tall, with​ intimidating ornaments designed‍ to oppress the⁠‍‍ opponent.

However,‍ Perda had seen⁠ that armor more⁠⁠ times than her‌​‍ real appearance.

For‌​⁠ him, that armor‍⁠‌ was already part⁠ of Valdrova, and‍‌‌ as such, he⁠‍ could love it‌ as well.

He​ had thought it⁠​‍ would be nice⁠‌​ to meet her⁠​ like this unexpectedly,‌⁠ but the reality‍​‌ was different from​ what he expected.‍

More‌⁠‍ than joy, what​​ he felt was‌‍‍ confusion.

Had⁠⁠⁠ he been so‌ consumed by desire​​​ that he was‍​ already starting to‌⁠⁠ see hallucinations?

As⁠⁠‍ he thought that,​​ she stopped in⁠ front of him.‌

“……”‌

“……”⁠‍‌

They​​ looked at each‍​​ other in silence.⁠​

After‌ a long moment‍ of stillness, it‍​‍ was Valdrova who​‍ spoke first.

“I-it’s‌‍ just, this… well,‍ I…”

She⁠ forced out the⁠ words, as if​ searching for a pearl in the‌‍⁠ sand.

“I‍​⁠ wanted… to go‌ out for a walk a bit…”​⁠

“Oh,‍‍‌ yes?”

“Y-yes,⁠​⁠ that’s right!”

Perda‍ knew it was‌‍ a lie.

But‌‌ it wasn’t something‌‍‍ important.

After​‍ saying that, Valdrova​‌ nervously fidgeted with‍​⁠ her hands.

Clank,‌ clank.

The⁠ steel of her​​‍ gauntlets clashed, making⁠​‌ noise.

She‌⁠ seemed uneasy.

Was​ she uncomfortable running⁠‍ into him like‌ this?

Finally,⁠‌⁠ she spoke again.​

“T-that’s⁠ not the truth!”‌⁠‌

“Huh?”​​

“I‍ knew that… you‌⁠​ were going to‍ come out… so​ I came out‍⁠ too.”

“Oh…⁠⁠​ yes?”

“Yes.”⁠‍

She​ placed her hand⁠‍‌ on her chest⁠ and sighed, as⁠‌ if she had‍​‍ just confessed a sin.

Perda​ didn’t mind.

What⁠​‍ mattered was that‌ she had come‍‍ out knowing he⁠​ was there.

That⁠‌‌ meant she wanted‍⁠‍ to see him.‍​

‘She​⁠​ wants to see​ me.’

Realizing‍​ it, his heart​‌ stirred.

Had⁠‌‌ he brushed his‌ teeth?

Would‍‌ his clothes smell‌ bad?

Maybe​ the candle smoke‍​​ had clung to⁠‌‍ him.

But⁠‌ those worries didn’t⁠​ last long.

Perda‍‍‌ remembered something important⁠‍⁠ and lowered his​⁠ head.

“I​‌‌ greet Grand Duchess⁠‍ Valdrova.”

“Ah,‍ yes, welcome, um…​​ Perda… Perda…”

As⁠ she said his⁠‌⁠ name, her voice⁠‍ faded at the​​ end.

Through‍‌ the voice modulator​⁠⁠ in her helmet,⁠​​ it sounded like⁠ a muffled lament.​

“Do‍​ you mean regent?”​

“Ah,‌ yes, that! Regent!”‌⁠

She‍ clapped softly, her⁠ voice brightening.

“Yes.​​‍ Perda, the regent.​ I’ve always wanted‍ to use that⁠ title. That’s what‍‌‍ they call the‍ sovereign’s fiancé, right?”‌‌

“The⁠‌⁠ truth is that…‍‌ no, yes, that’s‍​‍ correct.”

Perda​‍‍ stopped himself from⁠‍ correcting her.

He‍⁠ didn’t want to‌‌ taint that radiant​⁠ purity.

“Then,‌ can I call‍ you regent now?”‍‍⁠

“It’s‌⁠ not necessary. It’s‌ a term for‍ formal situations. When​ we are alone,‌​ just call me‍ Perda.”

“Ah,‍⁠‌ alright… Perda… sir.”‌

Perda,‌‍⁠ Perda…

Valdrova​‍ repeated his name‌‌ several times inside⁠ the helmet, as⁠ if practicing.

It​​‍ sounded like she‌​⁠ was whispering it​ into his ear.​‌

“I‌‍⁠ wanted to see​‍ you again, but…‍​⁠ I don’t know‍​​ why… I didn’t​‌⁠ dare.”

“I​‍ understand.”

Perda‌​‌ nodded silently.

Could⁠⁠ it be that‍‌ she also felt‌ it intensely?

“I…⁠‌ came because of‌​‌ Ruri.”

It⁠​‌ wasn’t that.

“Because⁠⁠ of Ruri?”

Valdrova‍‌⁠ nodded.

“Lately​ she seems very‍‌ affected.”

Perda‍ remembered that he‍⁠ had rejected Ruri’s‍‍ request to attend⁠​​ the Grand Council.‍​

The‍ last time he‌⁠​ saw her, she‌⁠‌ was angry.

“I‌‍ don’t think I understand emotions very‍​ well, but I know how to‌‌⁠ recognize when that‍ child is sad.‌‌‍ And now… she‍ is sad.”

Her‍ helmet turned toward​⁠ him.

“If‌​‌ you know why⁠⁠⁠ she’s like that…⁠ I thought you‍‍‍ would know, Perda.”⁠​

Perda’s‍⁠ lips moved, but‍‌ he couldn’t speak​ immediately.

He‌ knew he was​ the cause.

How‌⁠ could he say​ it?

What⁠​⁠ if telling the​ truth made her‍‍ start to hate‌ him?

Even⁠⁠⁠ so, he decided​​⁠ to be honest.‍‌‌

“That⁠ change… is probably⁠‌⁠ my fault.”

“Yours?”⁠‍​

“Ruri​‌ asked me to‍ attend the Grand‌ Council, but I refused. That’s all‌ I know.”

“Why‍⁠ would she want⁠‌⁠ to go there…?”⁠‍‍

“She​‍ said she wanted‍ to talk to‍ the Silverwind side.”‍‍

Valdrova’s⁠ body tensed.

But‍‍ soon she nodded‌ slightly, as if‌‌‌ understanding.

“If⁠ it’s just to⁠ talk… couldn’t you‌‌⁠ take her?”

“It’s‍⁠ a vain hope.”⁠​

“A​‍ vain hope?”

“What‌ that servant is​​⁠ trying to do​‌ is like tearing⁠⁠ off a scab.⁠⁠​ If the wound‍‌⁠ hasn’t healed and‍​ you rip it,‌‍‍ the flesh opens‍​‍ again. It’s exactly‌​​ that.”

“Ah…​⁠ that… hurts a lot.”

“Yes.​‌​ It hurts quite‌⁠ a bit.”

Valdrova​​‌ nodded softly, as​⁠ if understanding.

Then,⁠‍‍ she held her​⁠⁠ arm with her​ hand.

“But…‍ what if that⁠‍ vain hope… isn’t⁠​‌ so vain?”

Valdrova‍ finished the sentence​‍ with an uncertain‍ tone.

“Silverwind‍‍ still holds resentment.”​⁠

“I​‌ know that too.‍​⁠ But… maybe it’s⁠‌​ not like that‌ for Ruri, right?”​‌

“Do​‍ you think everything‌‍‍ will be resolved‍‌ just by talking?”​‌

“At‌ least… that child‌‍ will have a place to return‍⁠⁠ to.”

“Return​⁠ to?”

At‍‌⁠ Perda’s question, Valdrova​‌ hesitated for a moment and then​⁠ spoke with determination.​​

“Ah…​⁠ it seems you‌‌ don’t know, Perda.⁠‍‍ That child is‌⁠​ not my spawn,‍ but a spawn‍​⁠ of the silver‍​⁠ dragons.”

“Ah…”⁠

“Since⁠‍ she is loyal⁠ to me, there⁠​ may be misunderstandings.”⁠‌

“I​⁠ see…”

In⁠ reality, Perda already​​⁠ knew.

What‍​​ surprised him was​​​ that word, “return.”‍‍‌

“Dragon​​⁠ spawn are a family bound by⁠​‍ blood. For Ruri,⁠‌ her family is‌ Silverwind’s spawn.”

“Do‌ you mean Ruri⁠ should return to‍‌ her family?”

“Isn’t⁠‍⁠ family the most‍‌ important thing?”

Family.⁠⁠

For⁠‍‌ Perda, it was‍ a distant concept.⁠

He‍​‌ had been mistreated‌ by his own⁠‍‌ and eventually abandoned.‍

The⁠ origin of his‌ desire for revenge‌‍ was precisely his‌‍ family.

And‌ in the end,​​ he returned everything​ they had done⁠ to him.

Now,⁠⁠⁠ after exhausting all‌⁠​ those feelings, he‍‍ no longer cared.‍

But⁠‍⁠ Ruri.

Perda‍ didn’t know what‌​ she thought.

Ruri⁠‌​ cares about Valdrova.​

However,​‍‌ compared to the⁠⁠‌ blood bond with⁠​ Silverwind, that might⁠ not mean much.​

Perhaps‍​ this was her‌​ chance to cut⁠‍ her relationship with‍‌‍ Valdrova.

After‍⁠‌ all, in the⁠‍ future, she didn’t​⁠⁠ appear until Perda‌‌ tore out Valdrova’s​‌​ heart.

“She⁠‍‌ may want it,‌ but…”

Perda‍‍​ raised his gaze⁠ toward Valdrova.

“Do‍​‌ you want it?”⁠​​

Instead‍‍ of answering, Valdrova‌ turned her head‍⁠ toward the sky.‌‍

Her​⁠ hand on the⁠‍‍ railing clenched slightly‍‍‌ into a fist.‍‍

It​⁠​ was not an‍⁠ easy decision.

“I⁠‌ was the one​‌ who tied her‍​ to this place.​‌‌ If she has​⁠‍ a path to‍‌ return to… I should let her‌​‌ go.”

“……”​​‌

“And⁠‌ besides…”

Valdrova‍‌​ looked at Perda⁠ again.

“Now‌‍‌ I have a fiancé, don’t I?”‌

An⁠‍⁠ indescribable weight pressed‍​‌ on Perda’s chest.‌

A decision already made‍‍ forced him to‍‌ rethink everything.

Should⁠ he really take​‌ Ruri to the‍⁠ Grand Council?

In⁠ the end, Perda⁠⁠ decided.

“Alright.”‌‍

“You’ll‌‌ take Ruri?”

“Yes.‍‍ If you ask‍ it of me,⁠‌ how could I refuse?”

“Ah…​ yes, thank you.”⁠⁠

Valdrova​‌‌ nodded, somewhat bewildered.⁠

When‍ that topic ended,‌‍ silence settled heavily‍‌​ between them once‌‍​ again.

“The‌‍‍ Grand Council…”

Valdrova⁠⁠ broke the silence⁠⁠⁠ carefully.

“I’ve‍ always heard about​‌‌ it, but I don’t know what‌ happens there.”

“Are⁠ you interested?”

“Very⁠ much. It’s the‌‌ place where all‍ races gather to‌ talk about the‌ peace of the⁠‌ continent, right? It’s‌‍ natural that I would want to‌⁠⁠ know what kind⁠⁠ of conversations take​​ place there.”

Valdrova’s⁠⁠ helmet turned toward⁠ him.

“When‍ you return… could‌⁠⁠ you tell me‌​ what happened there?”‌​​

Even‍⁠‍ though her face⁠‌⁠ was hidden, Perda​⁠​ knew what she​ expected.

Like‌​⁠ a child listening​ to stories of‍‍‌ heroes who defeat​ darkness.

Like⁠​ pure snow gathered​‍⁠ in winter.

A dazzling purity.

“The‍‌ stories… won’t be​‍‍ pleasant.”

“W-why?”‍‍

Her⁠ voice showed confusion.‍⁠

Perda​ realized his mistake.​⁠

But​‌ it was too‍‌ late to take‍⁠ it back.

So​ he told the‍ truth.

“They‍ don’t talk about‍ such noble things.‌ They only care‌⁠⁠ about their own⁠​ interests.”

“Is‍ that so…?”

“Yes.⁠​ So don’t have​ expectations that are​​ too high.”

He‍​‌ finished speaking with⁠⁠‍ difficulty.

Valdrova‍ looked at him​‌‌ in silence.

What​‌ kind of expression‌‍‌ would she have?‍

Would‍​‌ she be stunned?​

Or​​‌ on the verge‌ of tears?

“Perda…”​‍‍

The‍‌ response came in‍‌ a calm voice,​‌‌ without emotion.

“Do​​ you know what‌​​ happened when Godwin​​ rose to destroy‌ this world?”

There‍ was no way‍⁠ he could know.‍​

It⁠​ was an event​⁠​ from 150 years​ ago.

“When​ Godwin plunged the⁠ world into chaos,‌ we were the‍‍ first to surrender.”⁠‍

“The​‌ dragons?”

Valdrova​ nodded.

For‌⁠ Perda, it was‌‍ not something shocking.‌‍

But‌‍ for a scholar‌‍⁠ of Escolea, this‍‍ revelation would have‍‌‍ caused an academic‌‌‌ earthquake.

Valdrova,⁠‍‍ as if realizing​ it, covered her‍‌ mouth and looked​⁠ around cautiously.

Then​‌ she whispered.

“Everything​ I say now…⁠ is a secret.”‌‌​

“I‍‍​ will take it‌ to the grave.”‍​⁠

“At‍​ that time… the‌⁠ conclusion was that​ the best option​ was to make⁠⁠⁠ a pact with⁠‌⁠ chaos. The long-lived‌​ races like the⁠ dwarves and elves⁠‍ were also inclined​⁠‌ to accept that​⁠⁠ agreement.”

But‌‌​ clearly, that agreement​‍‌ was never completed.‍‌

“However,⁠⁠ there was one‍ race that did‌‍ not.”

That⁠‌‍ part Perda did‌​‌ know.

“Humans​ were the first⁠ to rise.”

She​‌‌ clasped both hands‍ carefully and brought⁠​ them close to‌⁠ her chest.

“Because‍‌ they did not⁠‌ yield, because their‍​‌ swords did not‍‍ spare the demons,⁠‍‍ we understood that‍‌​ there was still‌ hope left on‌​ the continent… and‌​⁠ that is why‍ this world was​​ able to regain‍​‌ peace.”

Perda‌ understood in his⁠ heart what Valdrova‍​​ remembered from that‌‌‍ day.

It‍⁠⁠ was respect.

Dragons⁠‍ and humans.

Long-lived⁠ races and short-lived‌‍‍ races.

Immortals‍‍‍ and mortals.

A human can admire‍ and fear a dragon.

But‌‌‌ for a dragon⁠‌ to admire a human—that should not⁠​ exist.

However,‌ Valdrova was different.​​

“Even​​‌ if they are‍ blinded by greed‌‍ now, at the‌‍​ most important moment‍ they will fight⁠ for the world.​ That is why…”‌​​

Valdrova⁠‌​ tilted her head​​⁠ slightly toward him.⁠⁠

The‍ red armor, bathed​‍ in moonlight, shone‌​‌ with absolute nobility.⁠​⁠

“I⁠ will love them.”⁠

At⁠ that moment—

An‍​‌ unknown reaction arose‌‍ in Perda’s mind.‌‌

The​‌‍ helmet shaped like⁠⁠​ a dragon’s head.​⁠

And‍​⁠ within it, he​⁠ began to see​‌ the figure of‌⁠ a fragile woman.‍

In⁠⁠ her eyes, there​ was hope.

And⁠⁠⁠ that hope was⁠ smiling.

“Ah…”⁠

Perda‍ let out an‍‍ exclamation, like a fool.

It⁠ was like flying‍‌ high in the​‍ sky and then​⁠⁠ plummeting down.

From‌⁠ the highest point,⁠‍ the impact of‌‌‌ the fall was​‍ indescribable.

“Perda…?”⁠​‍

“……”‍​

“Are‍‌ you alright? You’re‍ not saying anything…”⁠‌

Valdrova,​ nervous, examined his​ face.

Perda,‍‌​ who had been​ staring at her,‍‍‌ finally spoke.

“Just⁠⁠ once.”

“Huh?”​‌‌

“Could‌⁠ you show me‌‍‌ once more… those‌ dragon eyes?”

“D-dragon‍ eyes? Do you​ mean… my face…?”‍

“Yes.​ Your face.”

Perda’s⁠ hand instinctively reached​‌ toward Valdrova’s helmet.⁠

She‍​ flinched and held‌‍ it tightly.

“N-no!‌‍​ I still can’t⁠⁠ show my face!”‍​​

“I​‌​ beg you. Please…​⁠ let me see‌​​ those dragon eyes‍‍‌ just once more…”⁠

“I-it’s‌⁠ not possible! Don’t⁠ come any closer!”⁠‍

He‌⁠‍ stepped forward, she‍ stepped back.

It‍ seemed like a chase that would‍​ never end.

But‍​‌ the one who‌​‌ broke it was⁠‌​ Valdrova.

“I’m‌‍⁠ sorry!!”

With‍⁠‍ that shout of‍‍ apology, she disappeared‌‌ into the darkness.​‍

The⁠⁠ only thing left‍​ was the warmth​ she had left‍‍‌ behind.

Perda,‌​⁠ his face burning​ as if he‍ had a fever,⁠‍⁠ stared at the‍‍‌ place where he​‍​ had last seen​⁠ her.

The‍ wind entered through​ the open window.‍​​

But​ it was not​‌ enough to cool⁠​ his heat.

He⁠‌⁠ raised his gaze‌ toward the moon.‍​​

Full⁠⁠ moon.

But,‍⁠‍ unlike before, there⁠‍‌ was no longer‍‍​ space in his⁠ heart to think​‍ about his mother.‍

And‌‍‍ this time there⁠​​ was no reason​‍​ for concern.

Because⁠‌ the emotion dwelling‌‌‌ in his chest‍‍ was spinning intensely,‍⁠‌ dyed red.

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