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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 54: Butterfly and Jewel

Chapter 54: Butterfly and Jewel

After⁠⁠ the Grand Council⁠⁠ ended, the celebration‍ that followed began.‌⁠

The⁠‌ atmosphere felt even​‍ more tense than‌⁠ before the meeting.​

If⁠ earlier they had‍⁠​ been relaxed exchanging‌​ information, now the​​⁠ groups displayed their​ internal cohesion.

‘They‌⁠ look like children.’‍‍‍

It⁠​​ was no different‍ from fighting and‌‌⁠ then splitting into‌ sides.

The‌⁠ only difference was‌​ that they held​⁠⁠ swords capable of⁠‍ mobilizing countless people.⁠‍⁠

The⁠ Empire was no‌ exception.

As⁠‍ a great empire,‌​​ even among those‌‌ of ducal rank‍ there were more‌ than thirty.

But‍‌‍ they did not‍‌⁠ act as a single entity; instead,‌​⁠ they grouped themselves‍​‍ into internal factions.⁠​​

Alexander,⁠‌ who had shown​‌ so much interest,⁠‍ found Perda and​⁠ approached him familiarly.⁠

“Did‍​ something happen?”

“I‌⁠ just talked a bit about the​ proposal.”

“Ah,‍‍‍ I see. I didn’t think you‌‌ would say with⁠⁠ such ambition that‍ you would conquer‌‍⁠ the Far East.‌⁠​ If you need‍‌​ anything, just say‍⁠ it. I’ll do​‍⁠ everything I can​⁠ to help you.”‌⁠​

“Thank‍​ you.”

With‍ that, the conversation​ ended, and Alexander‌‌​ returned to acting‍‌ as the leader‌​ of his group.‍

Zed,‌⁠​ who quickly understood⁠⁠ the atmosphere of​‌ the nobility, noticed‍‌‌ the change.

“Did⁠​⁠ you have a falling out with‍ the first prince?‍ Before the council‌‍​ it seemed like​​​ everything was going​​ well…”

“He’s​‍‍ simply ignoring me‍⁠⁠ because I’m not‍​ useful to him.”‍‌​

Perda​‍‌ left the group‍ without hesitation.

From⁠​ the beginning, he⁠‍⁠ had no intention‍​ of mixing with​ them.

Soon‍‍‍ another man approached,⁠⁠ bowing at the​‍⁠ waist.

“It⁠ is an honor‌ to meet the​​ consort of the⁠ incarnation of great​‌‌ power. I am​ Bernard Wayne, rector​⁠⁠ of Escolea.”

“It⁠⁠ is an honor‍ to meet the‌​ director of humanity’s‍ greatest center of​​‍ knowledge.”

The​⁠ man who had‍‌ proposed the topic​​ of demon followers.‌⁠​

Perda‍⁠ frowned unintentionally.

“Is​‌​ something wrong? Your​⁠​ expression…”

“No…”​⁠

Bernard’s‍ shiny head reflected‌⁠⁠ the chandelier’s light.‍

“It’s​‌ just that your‍⁠ head shines too‌‌ much.”

“Ahem…‌‌⁠ let’s leave that⁠‌ aside. Thank you‍‍⁠ for today.”

“Thank⁠​ you?”

“When​⁠ the imperial prince‍‍⁠ intervened, the topic‌‍​ almost went off‍‌‍ track. Thanks to⁠​ you speaking, I was able to⁠​ finish.”

Ah,⁠‍⁠ that.

“Don’t‌‍‍ worry. I hate⁠ those who play‌ politics with monsters.‍ I like capable​ people.”

“It’s​​ not easy to‌​ deal with others‌ with conviction. I think I’ll be⁠ able to get‍‌ along well with‍‌ you, Regent Valdrova.”​​

Bernard‌ smiled awkwardly.

He‍ seemed like someone⁠​ plotting something, but⁠ that wasn’t the⁠ case.

He⁠ was simply too‍⁠⁠ diligent and responsible.⁠‌‌

“Do​​⁠ you have something‍ to say?”

“I⁠ was planning to‌‍​ present a technology‌​ based on what‌‍ I explained today.​ But seeing how‍ the meeting went,​ I couldn’t find⁠​‍ the right moment.”⁠‌

“Technology?”‍

“Something‍‍ I’ve dedicated my‌ life to. The‌‌​ monster appearance prediction‍ mechanism.”

“A⁠‍ prediction system… it​⁠‌ sounds familiar.”

“Impossible.⁠‌ Escolea has been‌‌ developing it in‌⁠ secret.”

It⁠ might have been⁠‌ secret, but Perda‍ already knew it​‍ from the future.‍​‍

‘Tesalos⁠ Wolcher.’

He⁠​ had mentioned it.​​‌

He‍‍ said it was‌ close to completion,⁠ but it disappeared.‌‍

That⁠​ with it, the‌ workload would have⁠⁠ been reduced by‍​​ half.

Perda‌‍​ had considered that⁠‌ obsession ridiculous.

But⁠‍​ now—

The‌‍​ ridiculous one had⁠‍ been him.

“Rector.”‍

“Yes.”​

“When​ do you plan​‍⁠ to reveal it?”​‍

“Soon.‌ Do you know‌​‍ Hallim? We rented​ a hall there‌ and will gather‌​‌ merchants for an‌ exhibition and presentation.”‌‌‌

Then,⁠‍​ looking around, he‍‌ whispered conspiratorially.

“And⁠ also to relax​ a bit.”

“Then‌‍ I’ll have to‍​ stay alive until‍‌ then.”

“Of​‍ course. It would​⁠ be unfair to⁠​‍ die without enjoying‌​‍ it. If you​ can, Regent…”

“If​‌ you invite me,⁠⁠‌ I will attend.”​

“Heh,‌‍ like a true‌‍ man.”

The⁠‍ rector gave him⁠‌⁠ a knowing look.⁠

“Then‌​ I’ll send you‌⁠ an invitation. I must greet others,‌ excuse me.”

“Take⁠ care.”

The‍⁠ conversation with the⁠​⁠ rector was a great gain.

An‍ exhibition in Hallim‌ with merchants.

The​ monster prediction system⁠ already existed.

‘And‌ I can also‍‍ put him in‌ my debt.’

Perda‍‍‍ hated politics.

But‍ if he needed​⁠‌ something, he would‍ obtain it no​ matter what.

That‌ was why he‍​‍ had attended the‍ Grand Council.

“Zed,​⁠ Arwen.”

“Yes?”​⁠‌

“Yes!”⁠​

Same‌​ response, different tone.​

“From‌ now on, keep‍​ an eye on​⁠​ the rector of​‌‍ Escolea in secret.”​‍‍

“That‍‍ bald guy? What⁠⁠‌ did he do‍‍ for you to​‍​ assign that?”

“He’s‌ someone who could​⁠‍ die at any‌ moment. Watch that‍ he doesn’t do⁠​⁠ anything strange and‍⁠​ stay alert for‌‌ any suspicious signs.‍‌​ It’s a priority.”‌​⁠

“Understood.”‌​

Unlike‍ Arwen, Zed did​⁠‌ not respond immediately.⁠​

“I’ll‍​⁠ do it, but‌⁠ why?”

“You‌​ talk too much​ for a knight.”‍

“I’m‍ a fake knight.‌ And the lord​ I swore loyalty​‍ to didn’t even‌‌ hold my ceremony.”‍⁠

“Do‌​⁠ it and you’ll​‍‍ receive your reward.”‍‍‍

“Blah,​⁠ understood.”

At⁠​⁠ the word “reward,”​‍ Zed calmed down⁠‌ instantly.

He⁠‌ had probably complained‌‍​ just to get​ to that.

After​‍ sending them off,⁠‍ Perda observed the​ surroundings again.

While​ analyzing the factions,‌ he saw Olivia.‍‌‍

She‌‍⁠ was with priests​‌​ dressed in white‍ with golden edges.‌

‘The​​​ side of the‌⁠⁠ Holy State of‌⁠ Odograsa?’

It⁠​‍ was strange.

The‌ Arken Empire and⁠ the Holy State‍ of Odograsa did‍‍ not coexist.

Two​‍ suns could not‍⁠ shine together.

And‍ yet—

A woman in a dress that clearly‌ revealed her cleavage‌ was talking with‍ priests.

At‍​‌ that moment, as​‍⁠ if she had⁠​‍ noticed his gaze,‍‍ she met eyes​‍ with Perda.

She​‌​ smiled with her‍​ eyes and made⁠⁠‌ a subtle gesture‍‌‍ for him to‍‌‍ come closer.

Uncomfortable.⁠‌

But‌‌⁠ if he had‌ to mingle with‌⁠⁠ someone, Olivia was​‌‍ not a bad‌​‌ option.

Thinking​⁠ that, Perda walked‍​⁠ toward her.

Olivia’s⁠​ eyes, fixed on​ him, shone with‌ her usual perfect​‌ smile.

She‌⁠ placed her hand​ on Perda’s shoulder.​

“Allow​‌‌ me to introduce‌‍​ you.”

There‍ were two men.⁠

An​ elderly man of​ frail build with⁠​‍ a crown, and‌ a middle-aged man⁠‍ with scars on‌⁠‌ his face, standing‌⁠ like a soldier.⁠

“This⁠​ is Regent Perda​ Valdrova, future consort​ of the great⁠​ red dragon Valdrova.‌ You already know⁠ him, right?”

“Heh,⁠ of course we​ do. It would‌⁠ be impossible not​ to know him.”‍

The‌ old man stroked‌‌ his white beard⁠‌ as he laughed.‍‍

From⁠​‌ his sleeve protruded‍‍ an arm so⁠​ thin it seemed‌⁠ like bone and‌‍ skin.

Despite⁠‍⁠ wearing high shoes,⁠​‌ he was much⁠⁠ shorter than Olivia.‍

His‍ figure looked so⁠ fragile that even‌‌​ his clothes gave⁠‍‍ the impression they‍ might crush him.⁠⁠

However,⁠‍ when looking into​ his eyes, everything‍‍⁠ changed.

In‍‍ his golden gaze,⁠‌ a divine light⁠ seemed to burn.⁠‍

Even​ Perda, who had​ burned away all‍​‌ faith within himself,⁠‌⁠ felt the presence​ of a god‍‌‍ in those eyes.‌

Perda​​ showed respect.

“It‌​​ is an honor​‌⁠ to meet the‌​⁠ Son of Miracles,‍ Father of the​‌ Holy State, His​ Holiness Gregorio.”

“The​‌‌ pleasure is mine,⁠​ Regent Perda. I heard it is​‌‍ your first time‍ at the Grand⁠ Council.”

“That‍‌ is correct.”

“For‍ it being your‌ first time, it‍​‌ was quite bold.”​⁠

“I⁠ imagine you did‍‍ not like it.”‌‍

Gregorio⁠⁠⁠ shook his head.‌​

“No.‍ It is a question that this​⁠​ old man has‍⁠ also asked himself‍​ at some point.‌ Whether the evil⁠ dragon Valdrova is⁠ not, in fact,‌ the guardian of‍​ the east.”

“Really?”​‌‍

“I⁠⁠⁠ speak on behalf⁠‌‍ of Odograsa. That‍⁠⁠ is why I must be cautious.⁠⁠ I cannot support‍ your position immediately.”‌

He⁠ gave a light‍ pat on Perda’s​‌ arm.

“But‍⁠⁠ if you demonstrate​‌​ your will to⁠ clear up that‍‍ misunderstanding, I will‍ not be able​ to avoid supporting‌ you in the‍ name of the​ golden scales.”

The‍⁠‍ name of the‍​ golden scales.

An​‌‍ absolute oath among‌⁠ the followers of⁠ Odograsa.

Spoken‌‍ by the religious​​ leader himself, it⁠ implied genuine intent.‍‍

At‍‍ least on the‍ surface.

But​​⁠ Perda did not‌‌​ fully believe it.‍‌‌

Even‍⁠ that leader prioritized‍ interests.

“I‌‌⁠ appreciate your words.”‌​

“Follow‍‍⁠ your path. If​‌ you believe in⁠⁠⁠ the god in‌‌ your heart and‌‌ move forward, you​‍ will surely receive​ an answer.”

When​‌ he finished, Olivia⁠ intervened.

“Then‍⁠⁠ we will take⁠ our leave, Your⁠ Holiness. Take care⁠ of your health.”‍‍‍

“May​‌‍ the golden blessing‍⁠‍ accompany you.”

After⁠⁠ the formal greeting,​⁠‍ Olivia naturally clung‌‌⁠ to Perda’s arm.​

She‍​ did not give‍​ him time to⁠ refuse.

“Let’s⁠‍‌ go.”

With​‍ subtle movements, she‌ guided him as‌ if he were‌ leading her.

When​ they had moved‍ far enough away,⁠ Olivia spoke.

“I⁠‍ heard what happened‍ at the meeting.”‌‍

He​ did not like‍ her gaze.

“Was​ that proposal your‌ idea?”

“Yes.”‍‌‌

“It​ was foolish.”

Despite‍​ her cold words,‍‍ Olivia smiled sweetly.​‍‍

From⁠⁠ her expression, no‍⁠ one would imagine⁠⁠ the content of‌‌ the conversation.

“It‌‌ was necessary.”

“It​⁠ was not something‌‌‌ to say in⁠⁠‍ your debut. It‌‌‍ could bring negative⁠ consequences. The image​‌‌ of the Far​⁠‍ East could have⁠⁠ been poorly defined.”​

Her‍ tone was sharp,‌‍ nothing like someone​‌ raised among luxuries.‌

“A‌‌​ princess who speaks‌‍ with the leader​​ of another country​​ comes to scold‌​ me?”

“Excuse⁠ me? Do not​ compare me. I am always like​ this. I am⁠​‌ like a butterfly.”⁠​⁠

“A‍ butterfly?”

Olivia​‍ smiled.

She‌‍‍ released his arm‌ and walked—no, floated—with​‍‍ her dress fluttering.‌‍‍

“I‌‌ fly from one​ place to another,‍⁠ surrounding everyone. It​‍ seems like they‌ can catch me,‌⁠ but they cannot,​ and they end‍ up following me.‌​ Neither too light,‍​⁠ nor too unreachable.”‌​⁠

She​⁠⁠ truly was like⁠ a butterfly.

A perfect balance.

Then⁠‌⁠ she gently returned‍ to Perda.

“Even⁠⁠⁠ so, it was​‌‍ not entirely bad.⁠⁠​ Your declaration to‌​‍ conquer the cursed⁠ land did not‌​ leave only a bad impression.”

“Is‌ that so?”

“Look‍ at those old⁠ and cowardly faces.‌ It means they‍ clearly remember your‍​‌ face, even though​⁠​ before you were‍ just an extra.”‍‍‌

Perda​‍ had noticed it⁠​ as well.

“You‍⁠⁠ have no allies⁠ now, but if‍ you prove your​ ability, they will‌​​ soon bow to‍ you. Even with‍⁠ just a 1%​‍‌ chance.”

“Why⁠​ are you so⁠‌ sure?”

“Because​ the great Valdrova⁠⁠⁠ has a unique‌‌ privilege. Territorial expansion.”​‌

There​‍ was only one⁠ place to expand.‍⁠‍

The‍ Far East. The‍⁠ cursed land.

A territory no one⁠​ desired.

But‌ if said out⁠ loud, it would​‌ sound like a joke.

Because‍⁠‍ in reality, her‌‍ territory was shrinking.⁠

“If‌‍⁠ you manage to⁠​‍ purify that land‍‌​ and turn it‌‌‌ into ours, it‍ will become a second capital.”

“A​‍ second capital…?”

“The⁠‍ empire is saturated.​ Many young people⁠ leave their lands‌ seeking success in‍​ the capital. They‍ call it the‍ imperial dream.”

“Having‍ dreams is not‍⁠⁠ bad.”

“No,​​‍ it is not.‌‌⁠ But in the⁠ current empire, they‍‍‍ are worth nothing.‍⁠⁠ Do you know​‌​ how many arrive​⁠ and die?”

“It‍​‍ is not something‍‍ that interests me.”‍

“In‍‍ any case, if‌​ you prove the⁠⁠ value of that‍‍ land, the Far⁠‍‌ East will cease⁠‌‌ to be a wasteland and will‌ become a land‍‌​ of opportunity. More‍ territory, more population,⁠ more power.”

The‌ east would grow.​‌‍

Perda​ asked.

“Do​​ you think the‍‍‌ empire will just‌⁠ stand by?”

Olivia‌⁠ replied.

“Of⁠ course not. They⁠ will suppress it‍ as if they‌ do not care⁠‌ what happens to⁠⁠ Valdrova.”

The‌​​ Arken Empire would⁠‌ not abandon the‌‌ power it holds‍​‍ in the capital.​

Even‍ if someone had‍‌‍ to die.

“That⁠ is why you‍‌​ must help me.”‍

Her⁠​ tone became heavy.‌⁠⁠

As‍‍‍ if what she⁠​‌ would say next‍​‍ was the important​ part, Perda focused‍ his attention.

“What​ do you mean?”‌

“I‍ am a butterfly,​‌ but at the​​ same time I am also a jewel placed at‍​​ auction. A jewel⁠ that sooner or‌​​ later will be‍​‌ sold to the‌‌‍ central nobility.”

The‍​ title of princess‌ that elevated her‍‍ was, at the⁠‌‍ same time, a chain.

It‍‍ was nothing surprising.‍⁠

It⁠ was not a tragedy exclusive to​​ Olivia.

In‌‍ strict noble families,⁠‍‍ most daughters lived​​ the same way.‍​​

The⁠‌ better they were‌​ educated and the‌ more beautiful they‌‌‌ grew, the higher‌​‌ the chances of⁠ being given to​‌ even more influential⁠ families.

Men⁠⁠‌ rose in their‌ own way, women‍‌ in theirs.

A princess was the‍⁠ ultimate card the‌ emperor held.

Then‌ Perda understood.

Why​ she maintained relations⁠ with the Holy⁠⁠ State of Odograsa.‍‌‌

“I​⁠ must become a saint.”

Olivia‌​ smiled deeply.

“If‍​ I become a saint, I will‌‌ be able to‌‍⁠ free myself from‌​ the price of​‌ being a princess.”⁠

“No‌​ one will want​​ to claim a devout saint and‍​ provoke the wrath‌⁠‌ of the gods⁠‌ and the faithful.”‌⁠

“Exactly.”‌

Olivia​‍ possessed every symbol‍⁠‍ of oath, devotion,‌‌​ and recognition.

But⁠​⁠ she lacked something‌‍‍ crucial.

Her⁠ condition as a princess.

‘If⁠‍⁠ she stops being‌ a princess and​ becomes a saint…’‌

She‌‌​ would cease to⁠‍ be a tool​ of the emperor‍​ and become a figure with power‍​ of her own.​‌

Not​‌​ just a beautiful⁠⁠ flower, but a savior.

She⁠ would gain religious‍ support.

And‌ she would stop​ being a “jewel​ at auction.”

She⁠​ would form a stable base of⁠​​ power.

It‌‍ sounded good.

But‌ Perda already knew.​

‘Olivia‍​ will not succeed⁠⁠ in becoming a saint.’

That‌⁠ was why she‍‍ broke her oath.​

She‌‍ seduced her own‍​‌ blood, became a femme fatale who‌ led the empire⁠ to ruin, and​⁠ in the end‌​​ took her own⁠‍ life.

Perda⁠‍​ remembered it clearly.⁠

“Can⁠​ you do it?”​‍​

In‍⁠ her eyes there​ was a hidden⁠⁠‍ message.

For⁠‌ me.

Her⁠‍ delicate voice stirred‌‌​ protective instincts.

Perda‍‍⁠ looked at her⁠ directly.

“I‌ will do it.”⁠​⁠

But‌‍ not for you.‍

“If⁠​ you cooperate enough.”‍​‌

But‍‍ for my fiancée.‌

This⁠ was nothing more‌‍ than an agreement.‌⁠

“Of​‌‌ course.”

Olivia,‌⁠ upon looking into​​ his eyes, was‌‌ surprised for an‌ instant.

Her​ voice trembled ever​​⁠ so slightly.

Her‌ face almost flushed,‍ but Perda did‌​‌ not notice.

Perda​‍ released her arm.⁠⁠

“Then​⁠​ I will take​⁠ my leave.”

“Where‌ are you going?”​⁠

“I​​ feel like it‌ is time to​ look for a lost girl.”

“A‌ lost girl?”

Perda‍ let go of‍‌ her hand and‌​ left.

The​​ men who held‌‍‍ Olivia’s hand were‌‌ always the same.⁠​‌

In⁠ their eyes there⁠‌​ was a desire⁠‌ to possess.

And⁠ they never let​‍ go—she had to‍ release them.

But‌​ Perda was not⁠⁠⁠ like that.

He​⁠ left without looking‍‍ back.

As​​ if the most‌​⁠ beautiful woman in‌ the empire did‍ not matter to​‍​ him at all.⁠

Rather,‍​​ Olivia could not​‌‍ take her eyes⁠‌‌ off him until‌‍​ he disappeared.

‘An⁠‌⁠ ally who is‍⁠ not swayed by​⁠ emotions.’

Someone​ who eliminates unnecessary​ variables and acts‌ logically.

That​⁠ was exactly what‌⁠‌ Olivia needed.

‘And‌ yet…’

Not⁠​ being looked at‌‌‌ was not as‌ pleasant as she‌ thought.

A faint disappointment washed‍⁠‌ over her.

But‍‌ she had no‍​​ time for that.⁠

The‍‌⁠ nobles began to‌‍ surround her.

“It‍‍‍ is an honor‌⁠‌ to meet the⁠ princess of the‌‌‌ Arken Empire, Lady‍‌​ Olivia.”

“I‍‍‌ am Ken, son⁠‍‌ of the Duchy⁠⁠ of Huse…”

As​ soon as Perda​‍ disappeared, the flowers‍‌⁠ gathered around the‌ butterfly.

No—‌

Beasts​ with dirty money‌‍ trying to buy‌‍⁠ her.

Olivia⁠ smiled at them.‍‌

Like⁠ a precious jewel.⁠‌‌

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