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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 50: Grand Council

Chapter 50: Grand Council

“I⁠ think the same.”‍‍

“……”‌​

Upon‌‍ hearing Perda’s response,‍⁠ Erdes stepped back‍ slightly.

The⁠​‌ tense atmosphere disappeared‌ as if it‌⁠​ had never been‌ there, replaced by‍⁠ open laughter.

“Yes?‌⁠‍ I feel like⁠⁠‌ I can talk‍ well with you.⁠​‍ Unlike those old​ men, you’re young.⁠‍ I’d like us⁠‍‌ to be able‍‌⁠ to talk like‍​⁠ this more often.”‍⁠

“I’ll​‍‌ make sure to‍‌‌ contact you first.”​

“Or‌ I will. Prince!⁠​​ I’m going to‌ go look around‌⁠‌ elsewhere. You know,‌​​ beauties are busy.”‍​⁠

“Yes,‍ of course! Have⁠⁠‌ a good time!”‌⁠

Erdes​ took her glass‌‌​ and left.

Once‌⁠‌ she was far⁠ enough away, Alexander‌ turned his head.⁠‌

“Do⁠ you have any​ connection with the‌​ magic association?”

“No.”​⁠‌

He‍ did, but that​‍ was something from‌‌ the distant future.⁠‍‍

“I’m‍ not going to​​‍ reproach you. If⁠‌ there are grudges,‍‍​ it’s better to​⁠‌ resolve them quickly.”⁠‌​

Even‍​ though he said‌‌ it like that,‌ Perda knew.

Alexander⁠⁠‌ was desperate.

For​‌ a useless first‍ prince, consolidating a power base required⁠​ enormous strength, and‌ that strength was‌‌ magic.

“By​‌​ the way, I heard that lately⁠⁠ they’ve been importing⁠​⁠ magical beast corpses​‍​ to the Far⁠‍⁠ East…”

Faced‌ with the sudden​‌ change of topic,‌​ Perda replied.

“That’s‍ right.”

“We⁠ didn’t really have‍⁠‍ anywhere to bury⁠⁠ them, and burning​‌⁠ them every time‍⁠⁠ was a hassle,​​⁠ so having them​‍ transported is very​⁠‍ much appreciated.”

Alexander​‌​ smiled, but his‍ expression showed urgency.​

‘Admit‍​‍ what you’re doing.’‌​

Perda‌‍ hesitated.

Keeping‌‍​ the production of‌ mana stones a secret had been‍​‍ his decision.

It‍‍‍ was still too‌​​ early to reveal​⁠ it.

He‌‍⁠ had thought about‍‌‍ avoiding the answer,​​ but upon seeing‌⁠ Alexander’s eyes, he​⁠ couldn’t.

‘He’s​​‍ a bastard who‌⁠ pointed his sword​‌​ at his own⁠‍​ father for the⁠ throne.’

No​​ matter how he​ justified it, he⁠ was irredeemably ambitious.⁠⁠

That​⁠​ was an unchangeable‌‍ truth.

He⁠⁠ wanted to rule‍⁠ over a hundred‍‌ million subjects.

That‍ was why he​ flattered Erdes, trying⁠‌ not to oppose‌ her.

‘That’s​⁠ why Erdes thinks‍ I inherited Tesalos’s⁠‍ work.’

In‌‍⁠ the end, everything​⁠ was connected.

Perda​ thought about it.‌‍‍

Both⁠​⁠ options were bad,⁠‌ so he had‍⁠ to choose the‍⁠ lesser evil.

“In​​​ reality, we are​‍⁠ researching the production‌⁠ of mana stones‍‍ using magical beast​‌‌ corpses.”

He‌ decided to tell⁠‍ the truth.

Alexander,⁠‌⁠ clearly interested, leaned⁠ in to listen.⁠‍‍

When⁠‌⁠ it comes to⁠⁠ magic, money is‍⁠ always involved.

“Mana‌​ stones? Something like​‌⁠ those… crystal spheres⁠‌ mages use?”

“They’re‌⁠ similar, but not​ the same. This‌​⁠ object simply contains‍ pure mana.”

“I‍ see…”

Perda‍‍ explained what was​ known so far.‌

“For‌⁠‍ example, would it‌‍⁠ serve to support⁠​ a mage’s magic?”⁠​​

“It⁠ could, but it​​ doesn’t allow mana⁠⁠‌ recovery or direct‍ use by the‍ mage.”

“Ah,​ I see.”

“Also,​ its efficiency is⁠‍ around 7%, so⁠ for direct use‌‌ by mages…”

“Ah,‌‍ understood. Impressive.”

Alexander​⁠ let out one‌‍ admiration after another,​ but his interest‌‍ gradually faded.

“Anyway…‍‍‌ that has nothing‍‌‌ to do with‍ black magic, right?”​⁠

“That’s‌‍‌ correct.”

“Of​⁠‌ course, when researching,⁠⁠ one ends up‌ touching various areas.‌ What matters is​‍⁠ intention, right? What​‌⁠ I want to⁠ know is whether‌‌ you can guarantee‍⁠ that there is‌‌‌ not the slightest‌⁠ intention in that‍‍ direction.”

Alexander​ insisted like a parrot.

Perda‌ was about to⁠‌ repeat the same⁠‍ answer, when—

A faint scent brushed⁠ past his nose.‍

Perda​​‍ knew that smell.​‍

“For⁠⁠ it being the‍​ first time you⁠ see him, you’re‍ cornering him too‌‌⁠ much, brother.”

The‍⁠‌ soft voice made‌ several men turn​​ their heads.

It‍ was Olivia Arken.⁠‌

Dressed​ in a dazzling‌ gown, she smiled‍ with a seductive‍‍⁠ air.

Alexander,⁠‍ upon seeing her,‌‌ laughed again.

“Ah,⁠​‍ my dear sister!⁠​⁠ Now that I think about it,‍​ the regent already‍​​ met you before,‌‍ didn’t he? You​‍⁠ were the one⁠‍‌ who received him⁠ in my place.‍‌ I wonder if⁠​‌ you treated him‍ well.”

Alexander​‍ lightly placed his‍‌​ hand on Olivia’s⁠​‌ shoulder.

“Oh?‍​⁠ Why are you​ so concerned?”

Olivia⁠‍‍ replied with an⁠‌ innocent smile.

Alexander’s​‍ hand slowly slid‌ along her shoulder.‌‍‍

“Because‌‍ there was a problem. A big​​​ one for the​‍​ imperial family.”

“It​‌ was just an⁠‍ unnecessary concern. Lord‌​ Perda is a person of great‌ generosity.”

“In⁠ moments like this,⁠ for the stability‌​ of the empire,⁠‍‍ one cannot be‌​ careless. Do you​‌‌ remember the incident‌⁠‍ in the imperial⁠ warehouse? It almost⁠‌ turned the country⁠ upside down. If‍⁠‌ I think about⁠‍ it, if you‍ entered politics, you‌ would only bring​‌​ trouble.”

“Oh⁠⁠​ really? But everything⁠ was resolved without‌⁠‍ problems. Ah, right,‍ now that I think about it,‍‌‌ brother, you don’t‌ even know what‍‍‌ happened, do you?⁠‌⁠ Because as soon‌‍ as the level‌‍ one alert was​‌​ activated, you ran⁠​ away—I mean, evacuated.”⁠‍⁠

With‍⁠⁠ a natural expression‌⁠ and eyelashes fluttering⁠⁠ like butterflies, they⁠​⁠ smiled while stabbing​‍ each other with​ words without mercy.‌‌​

It⁠ was uncomfortable even⁠ for those listening.⁠‍‌

‘Both‌​ are troublesome.’

Perda​ could only admire‌‌‍ it.

It⁠‌ seemed like a hereditary trait of‍‍​ the Arken family.‍‍⁠

“That’s⁠ standard procedure. If​​ the heir of‌⁠ the empire dies,‍‌ the empire collapses.​‌ I must survive⁠‍ for the sake‌ of the empire.”‍‌

“Ah,‍‌‍ of course. Naturally.⁠​ The heir.”

Smiling‌​ with eyes curved⁠‌ like a crescent‌⁠ moon, she lightly⁠‌‌ covered her mouth‌‍ with her fan.‌⁠‌

No,‌​​ she pretended to​‍‌ cover it while​‌‌ revealing a faint​​⁠ mocking smile that​​​ provoked the other.​​‍

“A‌‍ very fitting attitude⁠⁠‌ for someone who,⁠ after raising the‌‌ sword of rebellion‍⁠ with ambition, ended​ up retreating pathetically.”⁠​⁠

“Heh,⁠‍ this bitch… has​‍ more than she‌ deserves and only‍‌‍ uses it to‌‍ seduce men, that’s‌‌ why they call‌​ her a dangerous​‌‍ woman.”

“Isn’t⁠ that better than​⁠ having it and⁠​ not knowing how‌‌⁠ to use it?​‌ For example…”

Olivia‍ discreetly lowered her​ gaze toward Alexander’s‌‌‍ crotch.

“Father‌‍​ said he wanted‍​ to see his​​ grandchildren. When do‍‌ you plan to‍‌ give him one?”‍‌‌

Alexander’s⁠‌ face turned red,⁠ very different from​‌​ his smile.

Then‌ he shifted his⁠ gaze toward Perda.⁠‍‍

“Be‍​ careful. Beautiful roses‍‍ have thorns. Who⁠‍ knows if those‍​ thorns are poisoned?”⁠

He⁠⁠ said it in‍‍‍ a serious tone,​ like a warning.‍

Perda⁠ observed him in⁠​ silence.

His⁠ face remained expressionless,​​‌ but he couldn’t‍⁠‌ hide how pathetic⁠‌‌ he found him.⁠

‘And‍‌⁠ yet he talks​⁠ so much, being‍​ someone who already⁠‍⁠ got pricked by⁠ that thorn.’

He‌ didn’t know all⁠ the details, but‍ before dying, Olivia‌ had been in‍‍ Alexander’s room.

Hadn’t‍‍ he tried to​ touch his own‍⁠​ sister and ended‍‍⁠ up stabbed?

In⁠‌⁠ the end, he‌‍ too had fallen‍⁠‍ for Olivia’s beauty.​

That‍ was why his⁠​​ words were ridiculous.‍⁠

“I‌ know.”

“Do‌ you know? Then⁠‌‍ all the better.‌ In that case,⁠‌ smile a little.‌⁠⁠ Your face is‌‌‌ too stiff, don’t​ you think?”

Alexander⁠‍‌ patted him on‍‌ the back, showing‌⁠​ a friendly and⁠​⁠ natural smile.

When‍ he laughed, the‍ nobles around him‍ laughed as well.​‍​

Perda,‍‌​ seeing that, thought.​‌

‘I​‍ want to go⁠‌ home.’

Valdrova’s​‌⁠ face faintly appeared‌⁠‍ in his mind.‌‍

“So,‌‌⁠ in summary, it‌​‍ still has no‌​​ practical use?”

“That’s‌‌ correct.”

“I​​ see. From now⁠​‌ on, I will⁠ also pay attention‌‌‍ to the development‍ of the Far⁠ East.”

Of​ course, it was⁠ a lie.

A first prince busy​⁠​ currying favor with‌ the central nobles‍​ would not take​ interest in the​ Far East.

“I​⁠‌ appreciate your interest.”‌​

That​‍‍ was why Perda⁠‌ also responded with​‍ a lie.

“Before‌​ the council begins,‍ go greet several‌‍⁠ people. I’m being​ called over there.”‌⁠

Alexander‍⁠ took his glass​⁠‍ and headed in⁠ that direction.

Finally,‌ he could breathe⁠ a little.

But​⁠‌ just as he‌​⁠ thought that, someone⁠‍ gently tugged at​‌ his clothes.

It​ was Olivia.

She⁠‍⁠ was still by‌‍ his side.

“Is‍‍‌ there no one‌‌​ else you want​ to see?”

She‌ asked in a dry tone.

“They’re‌‌ not that important.⁠‌ Besides, there’s something⁠‍‍ more important.”

Olivia’s⁠ shoulder brushed against⁠⁠ Perda’s.

“The​​‍ representatives of the​‌ great dragon will‍ arrive soon.”

Dragon‌ representatives—in other words,⁠ dragon spawn.

‘Dragon⁠⁠⁠ spawn…’

Perda‍ had not dealt​ much with them.⁠

At‍⁠ most, he had​‌‍ briefly seen one​​ from the Blue‌‌‌ Dragon, master of‌⁠​ magic.

He‌ wanted to see⁠​​ with his own​​⁠ eyes what the​​⁠ others were like,‌‌ apart from Ruri.‌‌

“I’m​‍ interested.”

Upon‍ hearing his response,​‍‍ Olivia smiled broadly.‍‌‍

“Then,‍ let’s go together.”​⁠‌

She‍ extended her hand‍ gently.

Her‍⁠‌ red lips moved‍⁠ like those of⁠‌‌ a shy woman.⁠​

A situation that would‍​⁠ make any man’s‌ heart race.

“What‍⁠ is this?”

Perda​‍ stared at her‍ and asked.

“Oh?‍ I’m asking you​‌⁠ to escort me.⁠‍ Are you going‍‌‌ to let a woman go alone?”‌​​

Olivia‍⁠‌ blinked.

Her‍​‌ slightly hunched shoulders‍​​ resembled those of​⁠‍ a helpless girl.⁠​‌

Perda‌​ took a step‍⁠ back.

“I⁠⁠ already have a commitment.”

“Whether​⁠ you do or⁠​ not, it’s something‍ that must be‍ done. If we⁠‌‌ want to strengthen​ trust between us,‍ this is the⁠ bare minimum, don’t⁠ you think?”

“I’ll⁠‍ leave it to​ Zed—”

“Have⁠ you ever seen‍‌⁠ an annoyed woman?”⁠

Olivia’s‍ face darkened.

“It’s⁠ not pleasant.”

“……”​

Perda⁠ did not care‍‍‍ in the slightest.​‌

Seeing⁠‌‍ his indifference, Olivia‍‍‍ stepped closer and⁠ said.

“Don’t‍‍ you think that,⁠ as allies within⁠‌​ the empire, we‍ should strengthen our‍‌ trust? We both​‍ have many secrets—this⁠ is the minimum‌⁠ necessary.”

Olivia‌ insisted, letting a veiled threat slip‍ through.

But⁠‍ at this moment,‍‌ within the Empire,​⁠‍ the only ally‌‌​ he had was⁠‍‍ Olivia, so ignoring⁠​‍ her was also‌ problematic.

“Haah…⁠‌ fine.”

“You‌ should have done⁠ that from the​ beginning.”

With‌ no other choice,‍⁠ Perda extended his​ hand.

He​ intended to take‌‌ it superficially, but⁠⁠ Olivia held it​‌​ firmly and smiled​⁠ with delight.

Perda‍ glanced sideways at⁠ Ruri.

Her​ face was expressionless.​

No,‌ in reality her‍‍ lips were slightly​‌‍ pursed, as if‌‌ saying “I don’t​ like this.”

It‍⁠ was such a subtle change that‌‌ no one would‍ notice it, except⁠‍‍ Perda, who observed​ her frequently.

Of⁠ course, Ruri did‌ not openly show​‌ her displeasure and‍⁠⁠ acted like an⁠ exemplary maid.

And⁠​ perhaps because of‍​‍ that, it felt​‌⁠ even more unsettling.‌⁠⁠

‘I‍⁠ don’t want her‍‌‍ to scrub me⁠‍⁠ again…’

Both⁠⁠​ mentally and physically,⁠ that social atmosphere⁠⁠​ brought nothing but​ suffering.

Half⁠‍ resigned, Perda guided​⁠⁠ Olivia toward the⁠‍ window.

Outside‌ the domain of​ Blancaros, a golden‍ carriage had stopped.⁠

From‌⁠‍ it descended elderly⁠ men and priests⁠ dressed in religious⁠​⁠ attire.

“Do⁠ you know who‍​⁠ they are?”

Olivia​‌⁠ interlaced her arm⁠​​ with Perda’s, holding⁠​ him firmly.

“From‌‍​ the Holy Empire​ of Odograsa.”

“That’s‌ right.”

The‍​ Gold Dragon, Odograsa.⁠

A nation built upon​‌​ a religion that‌ venerates him as‌​‌ a deity.

Although‍ it is called‌‍ a Holy Empire,⁠‍‍ in reality it​⁠ is more of​‍‍ an alliance between‍⁠ the Holy State⁠‍‍ and nearby kingdoms.​

Odograsa⁠​ has no spawn.‌​

That⁠‌ is why the​‌ Pope and four‌⁠ high priests attended​​‍ in person.

Shortly⁠‍‍ after, a blue‌​‌ portal opened.

On⁠‍ the other side​‌​ could be seen​ the cold landscape‌⁠​ characteristic of the‍ northwest.

From‍​‍ there walked dragon‌‌‍ spawn with blue‍ hair and rounded‌ horns.

“They⁠‌⁠ are Iorga’s spawn.‍‌ As always, they‍⁠⁠ never miss the​‌​ Grand Council.”

Iorga,⁠ lord of the‌ magic tower and‍‍‍ known as the​ eye that watches‌⁠‌ the continent.

More⁠‌ than mages, they⁠‌ looked like researchers,‌⁠ walking elegantly like‌ nobles.

“Ah,‍​‍ they’re also coming​⁠ from over there.”⁠‌‌

Olivia‌⁠ looked up at‍‌ the sky.

Five‍​​ strange points descended​‌‌ from above.

They‌‍ looked like silver​⁠​ comets advancing without‌​ restraint.

Perda⁠ recognized them from​‌⁠ what he had‍​‍ seen through Ruri.‍​​

‘Silverwind.’‍‍

Despite​​ their speed, they‍​ landed gently and‍ entered the domain‌‌‌ of Blancaros.

Perda⁠ watched them for⁠ a moment and‌​‍ then looked away.‍‍

Ruri,‌⁠ at his side,⁠⁠ stared at them‍​ intently.

In‍ her eyes was​ an emotion different‍‍‍ from anything she⁠‌ had shown before.‍⁠

Her‍ tension could be‍⁠ clearly felt.

“It‍⁠ seems only three‍​ came. I suppose‍‍‍ Storreus won’t participate⁠​‍ this time. Well,‍‍‍ that’s for the⁠ best—it saves us‌ trouble.”

“It⁠​ seems they have‍ a bad reputation.”​​

“They’re⁠⁠​ evil dragons, aren’t​​‍ they? Nothing but​‌ troublemakers. They love‍‍‍ provoking fights.”

As​‌‍ the dragon spawn‍​‌ gathered, the spectators‍‍‍ began to move‍ one by one.‌

They‌ headed toward the‍ Grand Council hall.⁠​

“It’s​‌‍ time for you‍ to move.”

Olivia‌‌ released Perda’s arm.​​

Her​ position was that​‍‍ of a princess.‍⁠‍

She‌​⁠ had no right⁠⁠ to participate in‌⁠‌ the council like⁠‌‌ the princes.

Perda⁠ began to walk​ along with the‌‌​ crowd heading toward⁠‍​ the hall.

The​‍‍ Grand Council, where⁠ the powerful of​‍ the entire continent​ gathered, was about⁠‌ to begin.

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