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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 53: Unacceptable Precedent

Chapter 53: Unacceptable Precedent

The​‍ meeting, in which​‍​ only figures of​​‌ ducal rank or‌⁠‍ higher participated, came‌‌ to an end.‌‍

Perda‌⁠‌ left the hall‍ following the other​‍ nobles.

“Regent.”​⁠​

Zed‌ and Arwen, who​​⁠ had been waiting‌⁠‍ for him, approached.‍

Zed,​‌‌ observing his expression,⁠ asked.

“Were‍ you disrespected in⁠ there? You look​ like you want​ to kill someone.”​

“If‍‍‌ we’re talking about⁠‍​ disrespect, yes, there‌‌ was.”

He​ had to endure⁠‍‍ them calling Valdrova⁠ an evil dragon.‌‌‌

For‌‍ someone who became​ a great mage​ through vengeance, it‍ was not easy​ to ignore those‌ emotions.

That‍⁠‍ was why it‌ was better not‌‌ to engage in‌​‌ pointless arguments.

Perda‍‍ changed the subject.‍

“Ruri?”⁠

“Ruri…⁠​⁠ now that you‌‌ mention it… where⁠ did she go?”‌⁠⁠

“She‌ said she had​ something to do‍ before the meeting‍ ended and left.⁠​‌ I don’t know‌ where…”

“I⁠‌⁠ see.”

“I’m‍​ sorry, I should‍‌ have found out⁠ beforehand…”

“It⁠​ doesn’t matter. She’s‍⁠ not someone easy⁠​​ to control.”

Perda⁠⁠ did not insist.⁠​

In‌ any case, he⁠‌ already knew where‍⁠​ she had gone.‌

From⁠​ what Ruri had⁠ said earlier, she‌⁠‍ was probably heading‌ to speak with‌ Silverwind.

‘Speak…’​⁠​

Perda‍​⁠ recalled the look‍ Goz Silverwind had‌⁠ given when that​‌ was mentioned.

He​⁠ was restraining his⁠⁠‌ anger with obvious​ clumsiness.

If​​ Perda had spoken⁠​ to him at‌‌​ that moment, a fight would likely​​​ have broken out.⁠⁠

If‍ not for Blancaros’s‍​⁠ neutral zone, it‌ could have been​ much worse.

‘I‌⁠​ doubt that conversation‍​ will go well.’‍

Just‌ as he was​ thinking that—

“Regent‌ Perda Valdrova?”

A completely white man,‍ fitting the surroundings.‌

Impeccable‍‍ posture, worthy of‌ a subordinate of‍⁠‍ the absolute of‍ the neutral zone.​

It​‌ was the Hand⁠​ of Blancaros.

“My‍‌⁠ lord calls for‍‌‌ you. Could you​ accompany me?”

“In​​⁠ private?”

“Yes.⁠ He wishes to⁠ speak about the‌⁠⁠ proposal you presented.”‌⁠

It‌‌ was unusual.

Blancaros‍‌‌ did not usually‍​ summon humans privately⁠ in order to‍‌ maintain neutrality.

‘But‌‍‍ this time he⁠‍ had no choice.’⁠

He​​⁠ had intervened directly‍​ in the proposal,‌​​ so he needed⁠ to hear from‌‌ the proposer.

In⁠ fact, that was⁠ the reason Perda‌ had restrained his‌​ anger.

“Understood.”⁠​‌

“This​ way, please.”

Perda​⁠‍ followed his guide.‍

***​

Blancaros’s​ audience chamber did‌‍​ not seem fitting‌​‍ for a dragon.‌‍‌

One‍ would expect something⁠⁠ grand, imposing, worthy‍ of emperors.

And⁠⁠ the council hall​​‍ was indeed like​⁠‍ that.

But‌⁠ this place.

Was‍ surprisingly human.

Neither​​ too large, nor​ excessively majestic.

It‍ resembled the office​‌‌ of a small​​ feudal lord.

“Come​ in.”

Blancaros​ received him with‍⁠⁠ his own voice,‌‍ seated behind a marble desk.

Perda‌‌ stopped upon entering.‌⁠

He‌‌‌ was not alone.​‍

In‍ the white space,‍​⁠ there was a blue presence.

Erika⁠‍ Iorga.

She⁠​ was already seated.‌‍⁠

She⁠​ stared at him.​​‌

Her⁠⁠ expression became even​ more unpleasant upon​ seeing him.

Behind​ him, Zed and‌‌ Arwen began to‌‌ sweat.

“Why⁠⁠​ is she looking⁠‌ at you like⁠​ that? Did you⁠‍ do something wrong?”‌

Perda⁠‌​ shrugged.

“Me⁠⁠‍ do something wrong?​‌ Impossible.”

“Sure⁠⁠ you did…”

Perda⁠⁠ did not respond⁠‍‌ and walked forward.⁠​⁠

He​ ignored Erika and‌‍ greeted Blancaros.

“I‌⁠​ appreciate the invitation,‍⁠ Blancaros, but…”

He⁠⁠​ slightly turned his‌ head toward Erika.⁠⁠

“I‌ have nothing to⁠‍ discuss with this‌ woman. May I leave?”

“Pffft…!”⁠‌

“Cough!”⁠

The⁠‍​ direct insult, and‍⁠​ Zed and Arwen​​ bursting behind him.⁠​​

Calling‍​ someone of the‌ level of a Dragon Spawn “this‍ woman” was practically‌ suicide.

“Hmm…”⁠‌⁠

“Th-this⁠‍​ woman…?”

Blancaros​​ sighed, as if⁠‍‍ he expected it.​

Erika,‍ on the other​‍⁠ hand, looked at⁠⁠‍ him in disbelief.‍

But⁠⁠ she restrained herself.‍

This⁠⁠‍ meeting was to‍ talk.

And‌‍ besides, she could‌⁠ not use force‍ here.

She⁠ smiled.

“It⁠ is a pleasure‍‍ to see you​‍⁠ again, regent Perda.​​​ Instead of telepathy,⁠​​ let us speak​‌​ face to face.”‌

“As⁠ you wish.”

Perda​‌ covered his ears.⁠

Erika’s‌ smile disappeared.

“Are‌​ you going to⁠‌ keep behaving like‍ a child?”

“I⁠⁠ am within my‍ rights. You insulted‌​ my fiancée. Did​‍ you expect me​‍ to speak nicely‍ to you? What⁠⁠​ would happen if‌ I called you​ a water lizard,‌​ Iorga?”

“Ah…”‍⁠

“Cough,​ cough…”

Zed‌ and Arwen almost⁠ choked.

If​ it were up​ to them, they‌⁠ would have run​‌‍ away at that‍‍⁠ very moment.

At‍‌⁠ those words, Erika‌​‍ restrained herself.

She​‍​ bit her lower⁠‍ lip hard and⁠ took a deep​ breath to calm​‌ down.

“Let​‍‍ us consider that​ we have both‍‌ insulted each other.‌⁠ In addition, I will apologize for‌‍‌ my words. But‌ I had reasons‌‌ for doing so.”​⁠‌

Perda‌⁠ removed his hands⁠ from his ears.‍

She‌‍ had endured the​ insult, so it‍ was clear she‌ intended to talk.‍

“First,‍‌ let us have⁠ the servants withdraw⁠​ and speak only⁠​‌ among superiors.”

“Understood.​‌⁠ Both of you,​‌‌ withdraw.”

“Yes!”⁠​

As​ soon as the⁠​ order was given,‍‌ they hurried out.​‍​

In‍ the white space,⁠⁠ only three people‌ remained.

“To‌‍ speak plainly, since‌​‌ emotions are high⁠ I am on‌​ Valdrova’s side.”

“Wow,‌​ such trustworthy words.”‍​

Perda​ responded with sarcasm.⁠‍

“Although‌‌​ all of Iorga⁠⁠⁠ maintains a stance‌‍ of vigilance toward⁠⁠⁠ Valdrova, the high‍‌ command values her​‌ contributions greatly.”

Of‍‌​ course, sure.

“You‍‍ don’t believe me.⁠‍‌ I was on⁠ the frontlines of‌​ that war. I saw all the⁠ dragons fight with‍‍ my own eyes.‌⁠ And I still‍​ remember her figure‍​‌ with complete clarity.”​​​

The⁠⁠ hairs on her⁠ arms stood on⁠ end.

“The⁠ image of her​​ single-handedly stopping the‌‍ moment when Godwin‌‍ tried to drag‌‍‌ this continent into​‌ total destruction…”

Blancaros​⁠ closed his eyes⁠‍ in silence.

He‌ too had witnessed​⁠ that battle.

Erika‍ continued.

“Delivering​‍⁠ the final blow‌ to Godwin, who⁠ was trying to​‌‍ destroy everything without‍ distinguishing between evil‍ or guardian dragons,‌‍⁠ involved enormous risk.⁠​​ All the dragons‌​ knew it. And⁠ they hesitated. But​⁠‍ Valdrova rushed in​‍ without thinking. It‌ was like a black mass pierced​​ by a red​​ spear that collapses.‍‌​ Of course the​ result ended in​ another terrible tragedy.⁠⁠⁠ Even so, she‍‍ is not someone‍ who should bear​‍‌ the name of⁠⁠ evil dragon.”

“And​ you expect me‍‍⁠ to believe that‌ after seeing how‍ they ridiculed her‌⁠ and tried to⁠​​ bring her down?”‌​​

“That‍‌ is why I apologize for the‌ insult. But I had to do⁠‍ it.”

“You‌ had to humiliate​​⁠ her? Does that​‌​ make any sense?”‍‍‍

“Because‌​ if I didn’t,‌‌‍ it would have⁠​​ been dangerous!”

“Dangerous‌‌​ how?”

“Silverwind.”​

Another⁠ group of dragons.‍⁠

Perda⁠⁠ recalled Silverwind, who⁠⁠‌ had not said‍⁠‌ a single word.​‌

“If⁠ I had not⁠‍ intervened, they would‍‍ have. Those idiots​‌⁠ with ice in⁠ their heads would‌ have turned this‍‍ meeting into a disaster. Before you⁠‌ even declared the‍‌ conquest of the‌⁠⁠ Far East, they‍‌‍ would have already⁠⁠⁠ demanded a war⁠ between dragons.”

“You’re‌‌‌ saying you attacked‍‌ and ridiculed everything⁠‍ just to protect‍ me?”

Erika‍‌⁠ fell silent.

She​‍ seemed to hesitate⁠ about whether to​ say it or‌​‌ not.

“It’s⁠ not just for‌⁠ you, regent Perda.‌ As you said‍‌ if it is‌ not her nature,‍ but madness caused​ by Godwin’s corruption…”⁠

For⁠​ a moment, in‌ Erika’s eyes, a wounded beast was​​⁠ reflected.

“That‍‌⁠ a perfect being‍‍ becomes imperfect is⁠ an extremely dangerous‍ precedent. Enough to⁠⁠ collapse the balance‌‌​ of the continent.”⁠‌

Perda⁠⁠ understood.

Why‌‌ she had been⁠ so hostile toward‍​ Valdrova.

And⁠​ why Blancaros had⁠⁠​ closed the matter‍ unilaterally.

Perda⁠‍⁠ summarized his understanding‍‍⁠ in a single‍‌ sentence.

“It‌ seems that Iorga​⁠ also presents the‌⁠​ same symptoms.”

Erika‌​⁠ nodded with a pained expression.

“At​ first, it was‍​ only a slight‌ sense of strangeness.​‍ Many dragon spawn‍‌‍ suffered aftereffects after‍‍‌ the battle against‌​ Godwin. But in⁠⁠ the last 30​‌ years she could‍ no longer endure‌‍ it. She is​ becoming unstable.”

“And​ now?”

“She​​ has entered hibernation.‍‍ She decided not‍‌ to move until‍​‌ a solution is⁠‍‌ found.”

That‌‌ meant that Iorga,‍‌ the authority of​‌‌ magic, was absent.‍‍​

Perda⁠ thought of something​⁠ else.

“Then⁠‌ and Odograsa?”

“We‍​​ do not know‍ for certain. He​‍ has no spawn,⁠​ and being himself​ a deity to‍⁠ his followers, he⁠‍ would not reveal‌‍ his weakness to⁠​‍ anyone.”

Those​‍‌ wrapped in faith​‍ naturally believe in‍‌‌ their perfection.

Then​ everything fit.

This‌⁠ was not just‍​⁠ Valdrova’s problem.

‘It‌ was a problem⁠‍ capable of shaking‌ the entire dragon‍‍⁠ society.’

Seeing‌​‍ that Perda understood,⁠ Erika lowered her‍ tone and explained‍‍‌ calmly.

“If⁠‌ it is accepted‍ that her nature‍⁠‌ is not that​ of an evil​‌‍ dragon, but that‍​‍ she is affected⁠‌ by Godwin everyone⁠​ would be in‌​ danger. Not only‍‍​ Valdrova, but also‌​​ the position of‍ the others. It‍ would be an​‍‍ easy target for‌‍‍ those who provoke​‌ chaos, such as⁠ the purple dragons​‌ or the war⁠‍‌ dragons. That is‌ why we are‍‌‍ buying time until⁠​ we find a solution.”

“I​‌ see.”

Perda‍​ stood up, as⁠ if there were‍ nothing more to‌‍⁠ hear.

“Then‌ it only means⁠‌⁠ you are a coward.”

“Coward…?”​

Erika‍‍ was about to‍ explode.

But​‍‍ it was only‍ for an instant.​⁠⁠

As‌​‌ soon as she‌ saw Perda’s eyes,‌ she was completely⁠ overwhelmed.

“What‌‍ do you plan‍ to do in​ the end?” he‍‍ asked.

“What‍⁠ end do you‌⁠ refer to?”

“If​​ you keep hiding⁠⁠ it like this,‌‌ what will you⁠⁠ do when the​ moment comes when‌ everything comes to⁠⁠ light, when there‍ is no turning‌⁠‍ back?”

“That…”‍⁠

“Will‍ you hide your⁠ secret even if‌‌ it means sacrificing‌‌​ my fiancée’s life?”‌​

“Do​ you think I would do something​ so despicable?”

“Isn’t‌‍‌ that so?”

Erika‍‌‍ could not respond.‍​⁠

She‌⁠​ could not affirm‍⁠‍ it, but neither⁠⁠ could she deny‌⁠ it.

She‌ remained silent, clenching​‌ her fists like‌‌⁠ someone mute.

“Let‌ us leave the​​ conversation here. May⁠ I go?”

Perda‍​‌ looked at Blancaros.​

Nothing‌‌ had been resolved,‍⁠ but neither was⁠‍‍ it something that‍⁠​ could be resolved​‍ at that moment.⁠​

“…You‌ may.”

With‌ permission granted, Perda‌ left.

Erika‍​ remained motionless in​‌‌ her place.

She‍ could do nothing.‍

She​‌‍ had been surpassed​ by a human,‌‍ being the leader‌ of the dragon⁠‌‌ spawn.

How⁠⁠‌ pathetic.

And⁠⁠​ even so, if‌​ the same situation‍‌ happened again, Erika​ knew she would‍​ freeze again.

The⁠ eyes filled with‌‍ contempt from Perda.​‍‍

In​⁠ them, she saw‍⁠‍ fragments of her‍⁠‍ own future.

***‍

Human‌‍ Magic Society of‌‌ Serdes.

Seated‌ in the president’s​‍ office was not​ an arrogant girl,‌ but a robust‌‍⁠ man.

“Uaaah…”⁠

The‌‍ man moved the⁠ pen making sounds⁠ like a ghoul‌ from hell.

He‍​⁠ was tirelessly processing⁠‍​ the documents that‍ President Erdes had‍⁠⁠ left for four⁠⁠‍ consecutive days.

“Uaaah…‍‌⁠ huh?”

Shortly‍‍ after, a circular⁠ spark appeared in​‍ front of him.⁠⁠

He‍‌ knew perfectly who‌ caused that phenomenon.‌⁠⁠

Normally‌ he would have​‍​ stood up to⁠ receive her, but⁠ Lu did not⁠ even have the⁠‌ energy to think⁠‌‍ about that.

“Blue!​ I’m back!”

The⁠​‍ one who greeted⁠ cheerfully was Erdes.‌‌

“You’re​​ back already?”

“I⁠‌​ finished the meeting‌‍ and came straight‌ here. Hey, I missed all the⁠⁠⁠ fun.”

“For‍⁠ someone coming from​‌‌ a meeting, you‍‍ look a bit​ strange.”

More​​‌ than someone returning⁠ from a meeting,⁠​​ she looked like​ someone coming from⁠ tourism.

“How‌⁠​ picky. After finishing‌‍‍ I went for‌ a walk around‍​⁠ the city. Any​ problem?”

“…How‍‌ could there be?”‌⁠⁠

Lu​ sighed, finished reviewing⁠‍‍ the last document,‍‍‍ and collapsed onto​‍​ the desk.

“Did​‌ you finish everything?”‍‍‌

“For‌ now, yes.”

“You‍​‌ see? This is​‍ how work should‌​‍ be distributed. I rest and Blue​ works. Perfect distribution,‍‌ right?”

“Perfect…⁠‍ but strange.”

“And⁠ besides, I brought‌‌ specialty sweet bread​‌ from there. Where​‌‍ do you find​ such a considerate⁠⁠ boss?”

Erdes‍‍⁠ raised her eyebrows​​ proudly.

Well,‌​​ at least there⁠⁠ would be something‍ tasty.

Lu⁠‌‍ opened the box.​⁠‌

“…It’s‍ empty.”

“Really?⁠ Ah, it was⁠ so good I ate it all.‍​⁠ Sorry. Can you‍‍ throw away the​⁠⁠ box?”

Lu​ nodded like someone‍‍ who had made‌​‌ a big decision.‌

“I‌‌ quit. I resign.”‍​

“Ah,⁠ that won’t do.⁠⁠ Blue must serve‌​ me a thousand​ more years. There‌‌‌ is no option.⁠‌ That is our​​​ contract.”

“Damn⁠⁠‍ it…”

Lu​​ pretended to cry⁠ with a desperate​ expression.

“So…​⁠ how was it?”​

“How⁠​⁠ was what?”

“You‍ didn’t go because​ of that Perda⁠​‌ Valdrova, right?”

“That‌‌‍ guy? Hmm…”

She‌‍ rested her chin​⁠ on her index⁠​‌ finger and moved‌‍‍ her head before‍‍‍ answering.

“He‌‍ was… peculiar.”

“Peculiar?”‌

Lu’s‍​​ eyes widened.

“For‍⁠​ you, the strongest⁠​ Archmage of humanity,‌⁠ to say that?”‍⁠

“No​‍ matter how much‌⁠‍ they hype it,​‍ it doesn’t change‍ anything. He was‌‌‍ just interesting.”

Erdes⁠‌⁠ sat on the‌‍‍ desk and looked⁠⁠‍ at Lu.

“That​‌‌ guy had a Red Circle.”

“Red‍‌ Circle?!”

“And‌‍ he also learned⁠‌⁠ black magic. You​‌⁠ could smell it.”‍‌

“B-black‌‍⁠ magic?!”

Lu’s​ face turned pale.‍‍‍

It‍ was not fear​‍‌ of black magic.​‌

“Th-that​​ guy… is still‌⁠‌ alive?”

“Of⁠​ course. What do‍​ you think, that‌ I’m some crazy‍ killer who kills‍‍ without thinking?”

“Well…​⁠ if he came​ back without causing‍​‍ trouble… that man⁠​‍ must really be​⁠ peculiar.”

“I‍‌​ couldn’t just mess​​​ with him like‌ that. He’s the​ fiancé of that​‍‍ crazy dragon. Why​‍ look for trouble?”​⁠

Erdes⁠‍ frowned, uncomfortable.

Her​ dangling leg began‍ to swing.

“Blue.​​ If your parents⁠ suddenly disappeared, how‌​ would you feel?”‍

“Uh…‌⁠​ I don’t know.⁠‍ I guess I’d​​ get angry.”

“Only‍⁠​ anger? Would you‌⁠ say I won’t​‍ forgive them! and‌‌‍ that’s it?”

“You⁠‌ probably would… but‍​‌ a normal person​ would also feel​‍ sad.”

Erdes​‌ snapped her fingers.‍

“Exactly.​ A storm of​⁠ emotions. It is​​ normal to be‌ overwhelmed without being‍‌​ able to distinguish‌⁠ which one dominates.‍ It is almost​‌⁠ impossible to cling​‍‍ to just one.”⁠‍

“I‍ guess…”

“Don’t‍‌‌ you understand what‌⁠ I’m saying?”

“Sorry,‌‌​ my head can’t‌‍⁠ handle that much…”⁠

“Do​ you want to⁠​ copy it 50‌‍‌ times?”

“Ah,​ wait… I think‌ I’m starting to⁠ understand…”

“Idiot.‍​ With something like‌⁠​ that, you can’t​​ create a Red‍ Circle.”

“Ah,‍ I really had⁠ understood it.”

“You’re​‌ stupid and stubborn.​‌ It will be‍​ 100 copies.”

“Ugh!‍ That’s too much!​​‍ While you were⁠⁠ gone I did‌⁠‌ all the work‍​‌ too!”

“One‍‍ thing is work​​ and another is‍ life.”

Lu⁠ grumbled, and Erdes‌‌ clicked her tongue.⁠‌‍

“So,‌ what you’re saying⁠​ is that Perda‍⁠ Valdrova shouldn’t be‍‌ able to have​‍ a Red Circle?”‌

“Exactly.”‌‌

“But⁠ emotions are something‍‌ relative, right?”

“That’s​‍ right. Each person‌‌ has their own‍ standard. But even⁠⁠‌ taking that into‌‍ account, that guy⁠‍​ called Perda far​‍⁠ exceeds my standard.”​⁠​

“That⁠⁠ much for you‍​⁠ to say that?”​​⁠

“The​​ Red Circle forms‌‍‌ when the balance⁠⁠‌ of emotions breaks.‍ But in adolescence‍ that balance cannot⁠‍ break. For it‌ to break through​ anger, he would‌ have to be​​​ so broken that‍‍ he firmly believed​‍‌ that even the⁠ reason he gets​ up every morning​ is due to‌⁠ anger.”

“Uh…​ it’s a somewhat…​‌‍ strange comparison, but‍‌⁠ couldn’t it be‌ explained by the‌‍⁠ fact that he‍‌‌ was expelled from‍ his family?”

He​ became Valdrova’s fiancé.‌​‌

That⁠ was practically a death sentence, enough‌ to make any‍​ resentment explode.

“That⁠ guy accepted it.”⁠

“What⁠ does that mean?”‌‍⁠

“To⁠ accept something means‌‌⁠ he still has‍​ reason. And that,‌ in turn, means⁠‍‌ his anger is‌‌ not enough.”

“So‌‍‌ what you’re saying​ is that, since​ there was no‌ trigger that broke‍ the balance, a Red Circle should‍⁠⁠ not be able⁠ to form.”

“Exactly.”‍‍

“But‍ the regent does‍‍ have a Red‌ Circle.”

“That’s⁠‌‌ right.”

“Without‌​‌ meeting the conditions…‌‍ and yet a Red Circle formed…”⁠⁠​

“And⁠‌ in less than​‍ a year he⁠​⁠ reached the fourth‌‌⁠ circle.”

“And‌​ also… several incidents​​ occurred.”

The‍‍⁠ execution of Tesalos⁠‍⁠ Wolcher.

The​​ battle in the⁠‍⁠ imperial warehouse.

“In​‍ all those cases‌‌ there is something‌ in common. Black‌ magic.”

“Black​‍ magic…”

They‍‌‌ stared at each​ other for a long time, until‍​​ Lu understood.

Even‍‌ a dog learns⁠ something after years.‌‌

After⁠⁠ ten years serving‍​​ her, he was​‍⁠ finally able to‍⁠‍ read Erdes’s mind.‌

“Are‌​ you saying that‌ Regent Valdrova… made​​⁠ a contract with‍​ a demon?”

Erdes‍ smiled when she‌⁠ saw him reach⁠⁠ that conclusion.

“Don’t​ you smell it?”​​‍

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