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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 49: The White House

Chapter 49: The White House

In‍ the central region​ of Serdes, in⁠‍ the middle of⁠​⁠ a uniform plain,⁠ a single fortress‍‍ stood.

The⁠ land was so⁠​ fertile and open⁠​ that it would⁠‍‍ have been perfect​ for cultivation, yet⁠​⁠ all that existed​ was a green⁠‍ prairie covered in‍ grass.

There‍ were no traces⁠‌‍ of people or​ creatures living nearby.‌

It​‍​ looked like an⁠ island placed upon‍‍ a green sea.⁠‍

That​ place was the⁠​ territory of Blancaros‌ and, at the‍​ same time, the​ headquarters of the⁠ Grand Council that⁠‌⁠ handles all matters‍ of the continent.​​‌

Commonly‍‌ known as the‍‌⁠ White House.

Perda⁠‍ had arrived there.​

‘Is​‍⁠ this it?’

Perda​⁠⁠ raised his gaze⁠ toward the entrance⁠ of the fortress.‍

The‍‌​ gate was already‌ open.

For‌‌ an ordinary person,⁠‍​ that would be‍ all they could‍‍ see, but someone​⁠​ familiar with magic‍‌ like Perda could⁠ perceive more.

In​ front of the​⁠ gate, there was⁠⁠ a translucent white​ barrier, extended in‍‌ the shape of‍‍ a dome.

Order​ and territory.

If​‍ those two conditions​‌⁠ were met, within​‍ Blancaros’s domain no​​ one could oppose⁠ him.

Not⁠​ even a god.‍​​

“You⁠​ can be at⁠‍ ease.”

A young voice was​ heard from the‍‍ other side of‍ the gate.

When‌‍⁠ Perda turned his‍ gaze, he saw⁠ a man standing​‌‌ there.

“Lord⁠​ Blancaros is benevolent‍‌ toward those who​‍⁠ respect rules and‍ order.”

Perda‍‌​ examined his appearance.‌

He‌​ was dressed entirely‌ in white, and‌ his skin was‍ also white.

His‌‌⁠ pale appearance resembled‌⁠​ that of a vampire, if not​ for the pair‍ of horns and‌⁠‌ his eyes.

The‌‌⁠ man placed his‌⁠ hand over his‍‌‍ chest and introduced⁠‌‌ himself.

“Forgive​ the delay in‍‍‌ introducing myself. I am the Hand⁠​ of Blancaros and​‍‍ I will be‍ your guide, Lord⁠ Perda.”

As​​ expected, he was​ one of Blancaros’s‍​ spawn.

Blancaros⁠‌⁠ had three spawn⁠ in total—the Hand,‍‌ the Mouth, and‌⁠⁠ the Eye.

Each‌​⁠ specialized according to‌ their name.

Unlike⁠ other dragon spawn,​‌‌ they were gentle.​‌

“Please,⁠ come in. I will guide you.”​⁠

And‍​⁠ none of them‌‍​ could leave Blancaros’s‌​‍ territory.

“Understood.”​‌

Perda​ extended his hand‍ toward the interior.‌‌

At⁠ that moment, he​​ felt as if‍​‌ tiny particles were‌ seeping into his​ skin.

Shortly​ after, he noticed​‍⁠ something strange in​​​ the movement of‌‌ his circle in‍ the dantian.

It‍ was becoming slower.‌

But​ it wasn’t as​ if something were‌‍​ obstructing it, rather‌‍ as if he‍ himself were naturally‌​ reducing its force.​‍‌

‘Impressive.’‍

Absolute​‌‌ domain.

So‍⁠ absolute that it‍‍ even applied to​ himself, which made⁠‌ it incredibly precise‌ and solid.

But‍ that suppression did‌⁠ not nullify it​ completely.

The‍ message was clear.‌‌⁠

‘If‍​‍ you can cause​ harm, try it.’​‌

But‌ Blancaros’s punishment could⁠⁠‌ not be avoided.‌‍​

With‍‌‌ no possibility of​ excuses.

It​‍ was a warning.‌

‘At​​⁠ least I can​‍‍ use Shadow Hand.’‌‌​

The⁠⁠ concentration required to‍ form magic circles⁠​ was also interfered‌​ with, but if‍ he didn’t create‌ them, it didn’t‌‌ matter.

That⁠ was why he⁠ had learned Shape​ of Shadow.

Perda‍ glanced slightly back.⁠

Zed⁠‌ and Arwen, who⁠ were following him,‌‍​ also showed discomfort.​

“How⁠ does it feel⁠ to enter this​‌ domain?”

“Not⁠ very good… it’s​‌ like a sense‍​‌ of weakness. Even‍​‌ the eyes feel⁠ heavy.”

“I⁠‍​ feel it too.‍ It’s like I’m‌⁠ lacking strength… I don’t think I can use aura.”‌‍

The⁠‍​ knight could not‌ use aura, and⁠‌ Zed had his‌ racial abilities blocked.‌

“Ruri,​‌ what about you?”‍

“No‍⁠‌ problem.”

“I‌​​ see.”

The‌​⁠ conversation ended just⁠ like that.

But​​⁠ to someone observing,‌‍ it would seem‌‌⁠ strange.

Arwen‍​‍ slightly tilted his​‌⁠ head toward Zed.⁠‍

“Did​ something happen between‍‍ that spawn girl‍​ and the regent?”⁠

“I​‌⁠ don’t know. I decided not to⁠‍ get involved in‌‌‌ that.”

When‍‌​ dragons fight, humans⁠ suffer.

Zed‌‌‌ had already experienced⁠‌⁠ that.

“There​‍‌ are five hours‍‍‌ left before the‌ council begins. Would​ you like to⁠‌ go to your⁠‍‍ room or to‍‌ the banquet hall?”‍⁠​

“What’s‍ the difference?”

“Rest​​ or social interaction.‍​‌ Right now, many⁠​‌ are gathered in⁠ the hall.”

“Obviously​​ we should go⁠ to the hall,⁠‌‌ right?”

Zed⁠‍ shone with excitement.‍

Perda​‍ looked at him‌ with disdain, and​⁠‍ Zed hurried to‌​⁠ justify himself.

“Think‍​‌ about it. Knowing​ the enemy is‌⁠​ half the battle⁠⁠⁠ won.”

“I‍ was thinking the‍⁠ same.”

“Then⁠‍‌ why that look?”‍⁠

“Because⁠‍ you weren’t thinking‍ that.”

Zed⁠‍ looked indignant, but‌‍ couldn’t deny it.‍

“Guide‌‍⁠ us to the‌​‍ hall.”

“Understood.”​⁠

The‌‌ Hand of Blancaros​‌ began to guide‌⁠ them.

Before⁠​ following him, Perda​‍​ patted Zed on‌‌ the shoulder.

“Enjoy​⁠​ the banquet.”

“Eh?⁠ Ah… yes. Thanks.”‌‍​

As​‌‌ he walked, those⁠⁠ words kept echoing​‌‍ in his mind.‍‌

‘No​​​ way.’

But‌‌ maybe yes.

If⁠‍ it was Perda.​

Zed​‌⁠ asked cautiously.

“You’re‍⁠ not planning to​‌ use this banquet​ as my knighting​‍ ceremony… right?”

“……”‍​

“Right…?”⁠​‌

Perda⁠‍​ did not say‌ no.

***‍​

Banquet‌ hall of the‌‍ White House.

Only⁠ 5 hours remained‌‌⁠ before the start‍‍ of the Grand⁠‌​ Council, so the‍⁠ place was already​ full of nobles.⁠‌‍

If⁠⁠ there were no⁠‌ limit on the⁠ number of companions‍‍ per person, the​‌‌ hall would have⁠ already been completely‍ crowded.

The‌ large white doors‍ opened softly, letting​ out music and​ laughter from inside.​‌‌

“Ho…”​⁠

It‍⁠‌ was the first‌​ time Perda set‍‍ foot in the‍⁠ Grand Council.

Even⁠‌‍ he, who was‍⁠ not someone sentimental,‌‍ could not help‍ but let out​​‍ an exclamation.

He‍‍ had thought the‍ Empire’s buildings were‌ luxurious, but in​⁠ the end, they‍⁠ were still human‌ creations.

The⁠‍​ constructions of the⁠ dragons were on​‍‌ another level.

Inside,​ people accustomed to⁠‍ that environment laughed⁠ and conversed.

And​‌‍ they were not⁠​ only humans.

Races​​​ that normally did​ not coexist with‌ human society were‍‍​ also present, such‌ as the great⁠ chief of the​‌ elves, dwarves, and​‍​ gnomes.

“Wow…”⁠

The​‌ one who could​‌‌ not contain his​‍⁠ amazement was Arwen.​​

Seeing‌ him, Zed smiled⁠ with amusement.

“It​​​ looks like it’s⁠​‍ your first time‍ at a party,‍ huh, knight?”

“No,‌​ I’ve attended several‍​⁠ for work, accompanying⁠ the count.”

“Then‌‍ drop that peasant‌‍‌ face. It shows.”‍​

“Ah…‍‍‌ yes…”

At⁠‌ Zed’s warning, Arwen‍​​ nodded obediently and⁠⁠ fixed his gaze⁠​‌ forward.

But‍⁠ his discomfort did​‍ not disappear.

‘Consilus‍⁠​ was right.’

He⁠‍ was someone who​ needed experience.

Unlike⁠ Arwen, Zed and‍⁠‌ Ruri were not​‌ carried away by⁠ the atmosphere.

Zed⁠ was too accustomed​‌ to this type‌​ of gathering, and‌‌​ Ruri simply moved‌ at her own‍‍‍ pace.

And‍‍‍ what Perda felt​ beneath that luxury‍‌⁠ was—

‘It’s‌ like entering a nest of snakes.’‍‌⁠

Disgust.⁠⁠

It⁠ was completely different⁠‌ from the tensions‍​‍ with provincial nobles.⁠

From​​ the moment he⁠‌ met their eyes,⁠ everything felt like‌‌‍ a battle.

Friendly‌ gazes were, in​ reality, constantly analyzing⁠ weaknesses.

Even‌​⁠ a simple greeting​⁠‍ felt like an​‌‍ evaluation.

‘That’s‍​‍ why they are‍‍‍ high-ranking nobles—that’s why⁠ they can be​‌ kings.’

They‌‌ had power.

The‍‍​ power to remain⁠​ in that place.​‍

The‍⁠‌ power to rise.⁠​⁠

The​ power to bring‍ others down.

And‍‌ what should one‌⁠ do when surrounded‍‍ by people like‍ that?

The‌ answer was simple.‌

Perda‍‍⁠ walked with his‍​ back straight, unfazed.‌​

As​ he advanced, he‍⁠ met each gaze,‍ reading the flow.​

Although​‌ it appeared to​​⁠ be a social‍​ gathering, everyone eventually‍‌ grouped into their‌⁠‌ own factions.

He⁠‍ thought—

If‌‌ I had to‌‌‍ join someone where‌ would I go?​​​

And⁠‌ then someone caught‍⁠‍ his attention.

“Haha!⁠ So you came,⁠‍ regent of Valdrova!”​

Among‌⁠ a group of‌‍‍ humans, a man‌‍‌ and several women‌ dressed in extreme‌⁠ luxury stood out.‍

They⁠​‌ were at the‍ center, as if⁠ dominating the place,‌ gesturing to Perda.‍‍

On‌‍⁠ the man’s shoulder​‌‌ was the emblem⁠⁠ of the Arken​ Empire.

‘Alexander‍ Arken.’

The‍ first prince of‍‌‌ the Arken Empire.⁠‍‌

***​

The​‌ incompetent emperor, Godfrey‍ Arken.

His‍⁠‌ two sons, the‍ first prince Alexander‍ Arken and the‌‌⁠ second prince Ureas‌ Arken, had attempted⁠​ to overthrow him.‌

They‍‌‌ called it the⁠​‌ beginning of a new era for‌​ the Empire.

But‌ the result was⁠ disastrous.

Godfrey‌ remained on the⁠‌ throne, and they‌ became a laughingstock.​‍

‘They​ couldn’t even bring​​ down a useless‌‌⁠ emperor…’

That‌​ only strengthened the‍​ emperor’s power further.‌‌

For⁠⁠ Perda, who desired‌ the fall of‍ the Empire, those⁠​‍ two were nothing‌​‍ more than useless.‍‍

“Allow‍ me to formally‌‌⁠ introduce myself. I am Alexander Arken.”​⁠​

The⁠​​ firstborn.

A man in his​⁠‍ thirties, with an​‍‍ elegant beard that⁠‍‌ seemed to proclaim​‌‍ his ambition to‍ be emperor.

“Perda‌⁠ Valdrova. It is​⁠ an honor to‌ meet you, Crown⁠ Prince.”

“I​ sent you a letter before, but‌‍ I couldn’t reply.‌​ I was too‍ busy with official‍‌​ matters.”

Yeah,‍ right.

While‌‍‌ Perda thought that,‌​ the woman beside‍​⁠ him interjected.

“Ha​‌ ha! He has​⁠‌ a hundred million​​​ subjects! Not even​⁠ two bodies would‍⁠​ be enough for​ him!”

Unlike‌‌‍ the prince’s golden​ brilliance, she wore⁠⁠ blue.

She‍⁠ looked young, but‌‍⁠ her brazen laughter‍‍ was insolent.

However,‌ Alexander could do​ nothing to her.⁠

Because,‌​‍ despite her appearance,​​​ she was over‍ a hundred years⁠​‍ old.

“Who​​ is this handsome⁠‍ boy? Aren’t you‌‍ going to introduce‍​ him to me?”⁠‍‌

“Ah,‍​‌ right! My apologies‌​ for the lack‍ of manners. Allow‌​‍ me to introduce‌‌ her. She is‍ the president of⁠‌‍ the Serdes Human‌‌‍ Magic Academy, Erdes‌‍‌ Roton.”

Erdes‍‍‍ Roton.

The‌ last lineage of⁠‌ a family that‌‍ had once been⁠‌‌ the greatest of‍ alchemists and also⁠‌​ the worst of​ swindlers.

She​​​ had no land‍⁠‍ or title.

She‌ only possessed the‍‍ seventh circle.

But‌ under her name,​‍‍ all human mages⁠‌ were controlled by‍‌ her.

Or‍‌‍ rather, they were⁠ supposed to be.‍‍​

She​‍ was that kind‍‍​ of woman.

“I‌ am Perda Valdrova.‌ It is an‌‌⁠ honor to meet‍‌ a great Archmage.”‍

“Haha.‌ I wanted to‍⁠ see the face‌⁠​ of the Grand‌⁠‍ Duchess, but I ended up seeing​ her fiancé first.”‍

“I‍‌‍ heard it was‍ not easy for‍‍⁠ you to attend​ this place.”

“Of‍‌‍ course I know.‍‌ This is a place for mortals,‍‌ not for immortals.”‍⁠​

She‌‌⁠ smiled.

It‍ was not a joyful smile, but‌ an almost automatic​ one.

Her‍‍ eyes fixed on‌‌ Perda.

“Regent​‌ of Valdrova… no,‍​‌ I’d rather call⁠‌ you Regent Perda.⁠‍ I’m not very​‌​ used to directly‍⁠ mentioning Valdrova’s name.‍‌ Is that fine‌ with you?”

“As⁠‍‍ you wish.”

“How‌ old are you?”‌⁠‌

“18​​ years old.”

“A⁠​ family of mages?”​‌‌

“No.‍​⁠ I was the⁠‌ third son of⁠‍‌ a knight named⁠‍​ Rosnova.”

Her⁠​⁠ eyes widened like‌‌​ full moons.

“Hmm,⁠‌‍ how curious. I’ve‍​ heard that knights‌‌‌ also train mana,​⁠ but only as​‌‌ something secondary. Yet‍ from you, I can clearly feel⁠ that of a mage.”

“I​‍‍ trained as a mage.”

“Oh,​ I see! Did‍ you achieve something‍‌‌ great at such‍ a young age?‌​​ Ha ha!”

As⁠ she laughed, she​ continued speaking.

“The​ prince told me.⁠ They said you⁠ made a great⁠⁠ contribution by catching‌ some rats in⁠​‍ the Empire.”

“Rats?”‍

“Black​ mages.”

He‍‍ remembered.

She‍⁠​ was referring to‍​​ the group of​‌ black mages hidden​‍ in the sewers.‌‌‌

In⁠‍‌ reality, Perda had‌‌ eliminated them because​‌⁠ they would interfere⁠⁠ with his plans‌‍ to destroy the‍‍‌ Empire.

But⁠⁠ he did not‍⁠‍ lie.

“I‍‌​ only contributed a little to a larger plan.”

“Don’t​‌⁠ be modest. Your⁠‌​ achievements don’t end⁠‌ there. You also⁠‌‌ handled the matter​ of Tesalos Wolcher,‌ didn’t you?”

That​ happened before the⁠‌⁠ engagement, when he‍‌​ gathered all the‍‍​ lords.

A man he had⁠‌‌ no intention of​​‌ killing, but had‌‌ to.

“That‍‍⁠ bastard was researching​⁠‌ black magic, right?”⁠‌

“That’s‍‌‍ correct.”

“It‍​⁠ was interesting. According⁠‍ to the records,‍​ he was a mediocre mage without‌⁠ talent, but after‍ being consumed by⁠​ rage, he mutated​‌​ into a Red​ Circle. After that,⁠ it seems he‌ made progress.”

Erdes‍‌ leaned her body​⁠ forward.

“After⁠​‌ falling into black‍ magic.”

The‍​‌ wine in her​⁠ glass swirled slightly.‍‍

“You‍ know? I hate‌ practitioners of black​ magic.”

It‌ was well known.‍‌

She‌‍⁠ showed no tolerance​​​ toward those who‌⁠‌ practiced it.

She⁠‍​ stripped them of​ their status and‌ destroyed their circle,‌‌ condemning them to‍‌​ never be able‌⁠ to become mages‍‌‍ again.

“I⁠‍ hate them so‌​ much that if‍​‌ they breathed the⁠‍‍ same air as​​⁠ me, it would‍ make me want‍⁠ to strangle them.”‍​⁠

“I‍‍‌ see.”

“Useless‍​ people without talent‌‍⁠ sell their souls​ to demons and​ then call it‍​ effort. Without realizing⁠⁠‍ they will end​‍⁠ up as puppets​‍⁠ worse than beasts,‍⁠ wandering as miserable‍ souls.”

Her‌‌​ narrowed eyes shone​⁠​ blue.

“And‍⁠ what do you‍ think, Perda? What​ is your opinion‍ of those who‍ practice black magic,‍⁠⁠ hmm?”

What⁠​ could be felt⁠⁠​ in her gaze⁠‍ was absolute contempt.​

That​‍​ gaze was directed‌⁠ at black mages.⁠‌

“Especially‌ if someone were​ to inherit that‍ kind of necromancy⁠⁠ using demonic beasts—what‍ do you think‌ would happen?”

That‌ contempt was now⁠ directed at Perda.​⁠

The‍​​ meaning was clear.​

‘I⁠ know who you⁠ are.’

She‍ knew that Perda​ possessed a Red‌​ Circle.

And⁠⁠ that he had⁠ learned black magic.‍‍

That⁠‍‍ was why she‍‌ despised him like⁠​ that.

As⁠ the strongest mage‌⁠ of humanity, her‌​ hatred was something‌ to be feared.⁠​​

‘But‍ do you know​ that much?’

That‍‍‍ it was that​‍ very hatred that⁠​ ended up strangling‍​ you.

That⁠ you fell into‌​ the grave you‌‌ dug with your‍⁠⁠ own contempt.

And‌ that the one⁠ who pushed you⁠‍⁠ there was me.⁠‌⁠

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