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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 5: Truly Beautiful

Chapter 5: Truly Beautiful

“Understood.”‍

Luri​ stopped trying to⁠ convince Perda. She⁠ had considered warning⁠​‌ him firmly and⁠⁠​ refusing, but chose‍ instead to accept⁠​ his decision.

After‌ finishing breakfast, Perda‍⁠‍ followed her. They‌ headed to a clearing in the​⁠‌ garden.

“I’m‍‍‍ going to touch​‌⁠ you for a moment.”

Luri‍‌‍ herself, who usually‍​ avoided contact so‌‌⁠ much, said she‌‌ was going to‍‌ grab him.

“Go​‍​ ahead.”

“Fine.”⁠

Luri​‌ took hold of​‌‍ his clothes. In​ that instant, the⁠‌ blazing sun disappeared.‌‌‌

Something‌‌⁠ covered his field⁠‌ of vision—huge wings.‍

From‌‍⁠ Luri’s back, a pair of wings‍‌​ emerged. She beat​ them powerfully toward⁠‍‌ the ground and‍ lifted off.

Whoomph—!​‌‍

Gravity​ vanished, and the‌⁠⁠ resistance of the​⁠‌ air slammed into‍​‍ Perda.

It‌‌ wouldn’t have been‌‍ surprising if he‌​‍ had thrown up‍ his breakfast. Even‍‍‌ so, he swallowed​​ hard and withstood⁠ the pressure and​ wind.

The​‍ dizziness and pain‍ lasted only a moment.

“We’ve​‍ arrived.”

Hearing‍⁠ her, Perda opened​ his eyes. The‌ landscape before him​ had completely changed—they‍‌ were on the⁠‌⁠ mountaintop.

‘In‍ real time, barely​​ three seconds. Did‌​ we reach the‌​⁠ summit in that​ span?’

It⁠‌ wasn’t teleportation—it was‌‌ pure speed. Among⁠‍‌ dragonspawn, that was⁠‌‌ as fast as⁠ it got.

‘No,⁠ maybe even among‌⁠‍ dragons.’

Perda‌ stared at her,​‌‌ thoughtful.

“What​ you should be‌​ looking at isn’t⁠ me.”

“Huh?”‍​

“Look‌ down.”

“Ah,​ right.”

Perda‌ turned his head‍⁠‍ and looked east⁠ from the solitary‍ peak.

A faded plain stretched‍⁠‌ out before him.‍

The‌​‌ Cursed Land.

A swath of land​ tainted since the‍ death of the‌‍ demon king.

Something‍ was stirring there.​‌‌

‘Monsters.’‌​‌

Creatures‌​​ that, since the​‍ demon king’s birth,‍‌‍ had kept slipping‍‍‌ into the continent.‍

No‌‍⁠ one knew where​ they came from​⁠ or how they⁠⁠​ were formed; not​ even after Perda​​⁠ killed Valdrova had‌‍ it been discovered.‍‍‌

All​​ that was known⁠ was that they‌‍ shared the same‌⁠ objective from 150‌‍‌ years ago.

‘Create​‍ lands where only​‍ death remains.’

Exterminate‌‌ all living things‍ and dominate them.​‌‍

What​ he saw were​ monsters crawling up​‍​ from the East.​⁠‌

‘In‌ the East they’re‌ colossal.’

They​​⁠ were enormous. Crawling‍‌‌ from a land‌ that couldn’t be‍ purified, they reached⁠‌ monstrous sizes—just rolling⁠​ on their backs​⁠ could bring down​​​ a fortress. A catastrophe humans couldn’t⁠‍​ handle.

Amid‌ those bleak shades‌​ of despair, a red flame flickered—primal‍‌ in tone.

No,⁠ it wasn’t a flame.

‘The‌ red dragoness, Valdrova.’‍

The⁠ one who would​ be his betrothed‌‍ was fighting down‌‌ there.

Valdrova​ was as large‍‍ as any other‌‌ dragon, and yet⁠ still barely half‌ the size of⁠ the monster she​ faced.

The​​ size difference was‌ immense, but that‍ didn’t make her⁠⁠ easy prey.

Krrrrrumble!‍

Dragon⁠‌​ and monster bodies⁠ collided.

Despite‍ the size disadvantage,​ she didn’t give‍⁠⁠ an inch.

The‍‍​ air, on the​ other hand, quaked⁠‌ violently—a shockwave that​‍⁠ swept through the​ forest and reached‍ the high mountain​‍ where Perda stood.‍​

“Ugh…”‌​

His⁠​⁠ body tensed.

It‍ wasn’t simple human​ fear—the cause was‌⁠⁠ clear.

The‍⁠​ dragon’s mana was⁠ mixed into the‍​‌ wave, penetrating his⁠ skin.

‘Dragon​⁠ Fear…’

The⁠ scale of it⁠‍‌ was nothing like‌‍​ Luri’s.

Even​​ knowing it wasn’t​​ directed at him,⁠​ it felt like​‌ that gaze pierced‌‌‍ through him.

‘That’s‌⁠ the red dragoness.’⁠

A powerlessness of a different kind swept‍ through him—different even‍​ from what he⁠‌​ had known as‍‍ a great mage.‍

Valdrova’s​⁠‌ battle continued.

Crunch!‌ Crunch!

Sovereign‍ of power and⁠ mistress of flame,‌‍⁠ the red tyrant‍​‌ fought with overwhelming‌⁠⁠ superiority.

With⁠‍ sharp claws, she​​‌ tore through thick‍‍ hide; with her⁠‍ snout and fangs,‌​ she sliced veins⁠‍ and tendons.

The​‌‌ monster, no matter‍​‍ how it thrashed,⁠ seemed sluggish against‌⁠‌ her agility.

She‌ attacked with cruel‌⁠​ precision, exploiting blind⁠ spots without mercy.‍

Strength,‍⁠ speed, and a natural instinct for‌​‌ combat.

Screeeech!​​

With‍‌‌ all its tendons⁠‍ severed, the monster‌⁠ collapsed, unable to⁠⁠‍ resist.

Even​‍ left like that,‌​ it would die—but‍​‍ Valdrova’s violence did⁠⁠‌ not cease.

Rip—!⁠ Rip—!

Her⁠⁠⁠ claws pierced the⁠‌ monster’s belly and⁠‍ tore it wide​‌ open. Even from‌ afar, Perda could‍⁠⁠ make out the⁠⁠ purple blood and⁠‍​ greenish entrails.

At⁠‌ the same time,⁠ Valdrova’s belly swelled.⁠

Beyond‌ the pale white‌‍‍ underbelly, an intensely​​ bright red light​‍ began to glow.‌‍

‘Fire‌‌ breath.’

Fwoooosh!‌‌​

The​ red dragon’s breath,‍‍ fiercer than the​ flames of hell,‌‌ scorched the creature’s‌‍ insides.

— Screeeech!

The‍‍‍ scream was short-lived.‌‍

From‍‌ every hole in‍‍ the monster’s body,‍‍⁠ Valdrova’s scarlet flame‌ erupted violently.

Its⁠‌‌ insides weren’t just‍‍‌ cooked evenly—they were​ reduced to ash.​⁠‌

The‍​ form crumbled into​⁠​ smoke and dust,‌ and upon the​⁠​ Cursed Land, only‍‍​ the red tyrant‍​ remained standing.

— Roaaaar!

Valdrova’s​ roar shook everything⁠‌ around her.

“Gah!”​​​

Perda‌ couldn’t withstand it‍⁠ and collapsed.

‘So…‌ Dragon Roar is​ of this magnitude?’‍⁠⁠

A sensation of being‍⁠‌ crushed by a dragon—one he had​‍‌ never felt, not‌ even as an‌‍ archmage.

His​‍⁠ hands and feet‌‍ trembled; his teeth​‍ chattered.

He⁠ was, literally, overwhelmed.​

“This​​⁠ is the true‌ form of the‌⁠ one who will⁠ be your consort.”⁠‍

Luri‌ crouched beside him‍⁠‌ and looked down‌​ at him.

“The​‌ blood of the‌‍ red dragon carries⁠‍⁠ a murderous ferocity—what​‍‍ you humans call‍‍‍ the essence of‍‌ the evil dragon.⁠‌‍ It’s not a personality trait, it’s⁠‌ essence.”

She​‌​ emphasized the word.‌‌⁠

Perda‌​ understood why.

‘Essence‌​ cannot be changed.’‌​‌

An​ evil dragon will⁠ always be an‌‌ evil dragon.

That‌⁠ thirst for killing​​ can’t be removed,‌ and there’s no⁠ guarantee it won’t‍‍⁠ one day be​ turned on him.‍

“A‍ red dragon cannot​‌ live without destroying.​ If you stay​​ by her side,⁠⁠ you must be‌‌⁠ prepared to be⁠ killed any day.”‍‌

Luri’s⁠ impassive gaze seemed‍ to say do​ you now understand⁠​​ how frivolous your​‍ decision was?

‘Her​⁠ power is, without​‌ a doubt, terrifying.’⁠

Even‍⁠‍ from afar, her​ gaze pierced the⁠​⁠ mind. That was‍⁠⁠ undeniable.

‘But‌ I’m not afraid.’‌​

In‌​‍ Perda’s mind were‍‌​ those eyes—and also‍ Valdrova’s emotions.

What‌​ she saw and⁠‍ felt gave meaning⁠​ to all her‌‌ actions.

‘She⁠‌‍ does this for‌ the world.’

Just⁠​⁠ as she hid​ her true nature‌⁠⁠ out of love‌‌ for this world,⁠‌

she‌ hunted monsters with‍ her own claws‌ to protect what​‌ she loved.

‘She’s​‌ an evil dragon.’‍

But‌‌⁠ at the same⁠​ time, a knight​⁠‍ with a noble⁠​‍ heart, the guardian​‍ dragon of the‌‍‌ continent; an ascetic​‍‍ pursuing an unreachable⁠ ideal.

“Truly…”⁠

And​ fear transformed into‌ awe.

“She‍‍‍ is magnificent.”

Perda’s‌‍ eyes sparkled.

He⁠⁠‍ smiled.

***‌‍

Luri‌⁠ hated humans.

If⁠‌⁠ dragon blood flowed⁠‍⁠ through her veins,⁠ it was only‌‌​ natural that she‍‌​ harbored that feeling.‍‍​

But‍‌‌ her lady Valdrova‌⁠⁠ loved those beneath‌‍‍ her.

‘And​ that’s why she​ got hurt.’

After‍‍ the assassination of‍ the Third Prince,‌‍ Luri’s hatred toward‍‍ humans became deeper​⁠ than that of‌ any other dragonspawn.‌​

Precisely⁠​ because she despised‍⁠ them more than​⁠⁠ anyone else, she‍‌‌ understood well the‍‍⁠ gap between humans⁠​​ and dragons, and⁠ she knew exactly⁠‌ what it was⁠‍ she loathed.

That’s⁠‌ why she knew‌‌ what would happen‍ if a mere‍‌‍ human witnessed the​​ true form of​​‌ the red dragoness.​‌‌

‘He​​ asked for it‌‌ himself.’

Perda​​⁠ had asked to‍ see it.

She‍ had warned him‌‌⁠ again and again—even‌ tried to stop‍⁠​ him.

That⁠⁠‌ she had ultimately‌​ lifted him up⁠​‍ and flown off‌⁠⁠ before the battle⁠ ended didn’t change‍⁠‌ the fact that​​ she had warned​⁠ him plenty.

Up⁠ to that point,⁠ everything had unfolded‌ just as Luri‍⁠ had imagined.

Perda‍ was paralyzed, watching,⁠‍​ trembling before a dragon fear of‌ another level.

A typical situation.

Soon,⁠ his face would​ twist in terror,⁠‍ then he’d despair‍ at his own​⁠‍ weakness,
and finally, he’d⁠‌ beg for his​‌ life.

‘At‌ that moment, my‍ lady will understand‍ too.’

That⁠ a human and‌ a dragon could‍‍ never be one.​‍

That’s‌​ how it was‌ supposed to go,‌​​ and everything seemed​⁠ to be following‍ the script—until it⁠‌‌ didn’t.

“Truly‌ magnificent.”

Words‌‍‍ that should have​ been impossible escaped⁠ from Perda’s lips.⁠‍‌

Luri‌​​ turned her head,​‍ thinking she’d misheard.⁠⁠

But‍ when she looked,‌‍⁠ she was even⁠ more stunned.

‘Is‍‍ he smiling?’

She⁠ couldn’t understand it.‌⁠​

How‍​‍ could he smile​ at that brutal​‌ scene of tearing​‌ and burning? Shouldn’t‌⁠ he be trembling⁠‌ in fear, aware⁠‌‌ that he might‍⁠‍ share the same‍‍ fleeting fate?

‘No​‌​ way…’

In⁠​‌ that instant, a lightning bolt of‌‌‌ an idea struck​⁠⁠ Luri’s mind.

The‍⁠‌ reason that man‍ could remain so‍⁠ calm as Valdrova’s⁠ betrothed.

The‍ reason he could‌ smile in such‍‌‍ a moment.

‘That‌‍‍ explains everything.’

‘A‌‍ damn deranged masochist.’⁠‌⁠

Luri’s‍ hatred toward Perda‌‌⁠ deepened even further.⁠⁠⁠

***‍

That​ night, Perda couldn’t​‌​ move a single⁠⁠‌ finger and lay‌​ in bed.

He‌ had endured a dragon fear and‌ a dragon’s roar.‍‌⁠

Any‌⁠ ordinary human would’ve‌‍‌ lost their sanity.‍

He,‌‌‌ on the other‌ hand, had kept‍‌​ a clear mind—but​ his body was⁠‍⁠ wrecked.

‘Can‌​⁠ I really not​ move?’

He‌‌‌ tried to move‌ his hand—no success.​

But‍⁠‌ a toe twitched.‍⁠

When‌​​ he blinked, his‌‍​ big toe wiggled.​​

When‌ he tried to‌⁠⁠ move his mouth,⁠ only his nostrils‍​ flared.

‘There’s‌ no helping it.’⁠

The‌‍​ fact he was‌‌ even conscious was​​ a miracle.

The⁠ best thing to⁠​⁠ do was stay⁠‌ still and let‌ his thoughts flow.‌‌⁠

‘I’m⁠⁠ going to lose​​‌ an entire day.’⁠‍⁠

A day he could’ve‌‌‍ used to open‍‍ his circle.

‘Why​‌‍ did I even​ want to see‌​ that in the​‌‌ first place?’

He‍ recalled the reason—a​‌ feeling, a hunch‍ that the battle⁠‌​ might give him‍ the answer.

‘Was‌​​ I right?’

Now​⁠ he had to⁠‍​ find out.

Perda⁠​ decided to go​​ over every detail‌⁠‌ of what he’d⁠⁠‌ seen.

He‌​⁠ mentally returned to‌ the moment he‍‍⁠ reached the mountaintop.‍⁠ The smell of⁠‌‌ the air, the‌‌ temperature on his​ skin, the roughness‍​ of the stones​ under his feet—⁠‍

He‍ recalled everything with​​ clarity.

In‌‌ that mental image,‍‍ he watched the‌ battle again.

It​‍ wasn’t the fight‍ of a cursed⁠ dragoness, but—

‘The⁠⁠‍ noble struggle of​‌‌ a scarlet knight.’⁠⁠⁠

The⁠‌​ one who would‍ soon be his​ betrothed.

In‍⁠ that instant, he​‌ felt a tremor‌‌ within.

‘This‍ is…’

Perda‍⁠ knew that sensation​⁠​ well.

The⁠‍‍ same one that‌⁠ overwhelmed him when‌​ he was cast​⁠‍ out of House‌‍‍ Rosnova.

‘A‍ red circle is​​ forming.’

Red‌‌ circles are born‍‍ from emotional surges.⁠​

Since​ he had been‍‍​ trying to open⁠‌ a blue circle,​‌ he should have‌⁠‌ rejected it immediately.‍⁠

‘It’s⁠‌ strange.’

But‌‍ he didn’t.

He‌ felt that this‍​⁠ red circle was‌‌ different.

‘It’s⁠ not born from‌​‍ hatred or a thirst for vengeance.’‍⁠​

It⁠ was another emotion—just​‍ as powerful as‍ those, but with‍‍⁠ a different origin.‌‍

‘I​⁠ felt it when‌ I imagined Valdrova’s⁠‌ battle.’

And‍⁠⁠ now the same—thinking‌​​ of her made⁠‍‌ the circuit take​‌ shape clearly.

Maybe‍ that’s why he​​⁠ had wanted to⁠⁠ see the battle.‌‌‌

‘Then…’‍‌​

Maybe‌ that was the⁠​ answer.

Perda‌ stopped hesitating and‌‍​ focused on his​⁠ emotions toward Valdrova—his⁠‍​ awe, her majestic‌‌‌ bearing.

He‍‍ put his vague​ feelings into words,​⁠ organized them, and‌⁠‍ intensified them.

The⁠​ mana spun violently​ inside him like‌​ a raging sea​⁠ ready to consume​ him.

But​ Perda had already‌‌ reached the ninth‌‍ circle in his​ past life; he‌‌ knew how to⁠‍‌ control that whirlpool.⁠

He⁠ contained the leak,‌ compressed it, and‌​​ shaped it into⁠ a single circle.‌

‘The⁠ circle.’

He⁠ felt both relief⁠⁠​ and euphoria, and⁠‍ confirmed again the​ source of the​​ emotion.

‘There‌‍‍ was no hatred​‌‍ or vengeance.’

That⁠​ meant the future​⁠⁠ wouldn’t be the​ same, that he⁠​ wouldn’t repeat his⁠​ past mistakes.

‘I‍⁠‍ did it.’

Perda​⁠ smiled with satisfaction.⁠‌

His‌‌‌ nostrils flared deeply.‌

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