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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 55: A Renegade

Chapter 55: A Renegade

After‍‌ the meeting ended,​ Ruri slipped away‌‌‍ without Zed or​⁠​ Arwen noticing and⁠⁠‌ headed somewhere.

She‍ already knew what‌‌‍ the Grand Council⁠⁠ hall was like.‌

That⁠ was why she⁠ knew where the‌​‍ humans gathered and‌‍‌ also where the‌​⁠ Dragon Spawn gathered.‍⁠‍

Unlike​ humans, the Dragon‍⁠ Spawn stayed away⁠‍ from social life.‌

They‌‍⁠ were not weak​ enough to flatter‌ anyone and form‌ factions, and besides,⁠​‍ it was a matter of pride​‌ as dragons.

Ruri​​​ headed to the‌ second floor.

As⁠⁠‍ she climbed the‍ spiral staircase, she⁠ saw twelve doors⁠​ around the center.‍‌

The⁠‍‍ twelve dragons of‍‍‍ the Serdes continent.‌‌⁠

Both​ evil dragons and​ guardians were all‍‌ there.

Of‌‌⁠ course, Godwin also‌⁠⁠ had his place.⁠⁠‍

Ruri‌ raised her gaze‌⁠‌ toward the great​ door with the⁠‍‍ emblem of Silverwind.‍

“……”⁠‍

Those⁠​​ sharp horns and​‌ that slender body.⁠​

A figure whose ferocity‍ no one could‍‍‍ deny.

Even‍⁠ though more than‍‌‍ a hundred years‌‍ had passed since⁠‍ he left this⁠​‌ world, his image​‌ still remained.

And​ that presence weakened‍‍ Ruri’s heart.

The‍‍ loyal servant of‍ Valdrova’s castle.

The​⁠ steadfast maid who⁠‍ controlled the wind⁠‌ and spoke her‌⁠ mind was no‌⁠ longer there.

The⁠​ young woman, clutching‍‍‌ her chest with​‍‌ both hands, could‍​⁠ only open the‍‌ door with difficulty.​​‌

Creeeak—​‌‍

The​ sound of the⁠‍​ hinges stretched out.​​

What‍‍ appeared was a long corridor.

And​‌ at the front,⁠‌‌ soldiers guarding it.‍‍⁠

Silverwind‌‌‍ warriors.

The‌‍ conversations they were⁠ having stopped.

Their‍‌ gazes turned toward⁠ Ruri.

The‌​ atmosphere froze instantly.​⁠‍

“And‌‌⁠ who are you,​ brat?”

One‌‍ of them, without‍​‌ much thought, approached​⁠ with an arrogant⁠‍‍ attitude.

“You‍‌ smell like someone⁠⁠ with Silverwind’s blood,⁠‍‌ but I’ve never‌​ seen you. Where​​ did this spy‍⁠​ come from?”

“……”‍​⁠

“If‌ I’m talking to​​ you, answer. Or‌ do you want⁠⁠ me to play⁠ rough with you,‍‌⁠ huh?”

“Enough.”‍‍​

The‍ one who broke​‌ the tension was​⁠⁠ a man seated‍ with a staff.​‌​

He​‍ was the leader‌ of the group.⁠‌

“Don’t‍ worry, captain! Do​​⁠ you think I’d‌⁠ cause trouble by‍ killing someone inside‍‍‌ Blancaros’s domain?”

“Be‌‍​ grateful we’re in‍ Blancaros’s domain. Outside,⁠⁠ not even your‍ bones would remain.”​

“What⁠ are you saying?‍ Do you think​ I’m so useless‌ I can’t even⁠ handle a girl?”​

“You⁠⁠​ could handle a girl.”

His⁠‍​ eyes settled on‍​‌ the maid.

“But‌⁠​ I don’t think‍ you could handle⁠‍‍ a mobile brigade‍ commander.”

“A‍‍ mobile brigade commander…?”‍‍

The‍‌​ confident man’s face⁠⁠‍ filled with fear.‌‍

“Could​‍‌ it be… the…​ Cutting Wind Ruri…?”⁠

He‌ turned his head,​‌ in disbelief.

He⁠​ had never seen⁠ her face, but⁠‍ her reputation was​⁠​ known.

Any‍⁠ Silverwind Dragon Spawn⁠ would have felt‍ fear upon hearing⁠‌‌ that name.

The⁠⁠​ man stepped back‍​‌ stiffly.

The⁠⁠‍ hand he had​‌ extended trembled as‌‌‌ he withdrew it.‌

Ruri‌ walked through the​‌​ space he had‍ left open and‍ approached the man⁠​ with the staff​ on his shoulder.⁠

They⁠ looked into each​⁠ other’s eyes.

They‌‌‍ had known each⁠​ other for a long time.

“It’s⁠⁠‍ been a while,⁠ Percival.”

“It’s​ been a while,‍ commander of the‌‌ First Mobile Brigade.⁠‌ Well, you’ve retired…​‌ should I say‍ former commander? No,⁠ not that either.”⁠​

The‌⁠ cordiality in Percival’s‌​ voice had dried⁠ up.

“The​‍​ only word that‍⁠⁠ suits you now‌​ is traitor.”

Traitor.‌‌⁠

That‍‍ word pierced Ruri’s⁠ chest.

But‍‍ she had already⁠ accepted it.

“What⁠‌ did you come​ for?”

“I‌​ came to see‍‌ Lord Goz…”

“Then​​⁠ you came in⁠ vain. Go back.”‌‌

“I⁠⁠‍ want to talk.”⁠‍

Clang!‍‍

The‍‍ black staff struck‌‍ the ground.

“It‌⁠ seems that in⁠ these two hundred‍ years you’ve forgotten⁠‌ many things, Ruri‍‍⁠ Silverwind. Since when⁠‍‍ do the proud⁠‌​ children of Silverwind‍‌‍ talk instead of‍‍⁠ fight?”

“……”‍‌​

The​ Silverwind were warriors‌⁠ by nature.

They​​ were the ones‌⁠ who hunted demons⁠ and frost giants‍‍​ beyond the wall‌​ of ice.

More‌ than words, they​ understood the language‍ of the body.‌

“I​ understand.”

Ruri‍ knew it better‍ than anyone, so‍‍‍ she lowered her⁠​ head and took​​ a step back.​

She‍⁠⁠ turned and began‍‌​ to walk away.​⁠​

“Wait.”⁠​​

Percival⁠⁠‌ stopped her.

The​⁠⁠ foot she had⁠‍⁠ lifted remained suspended.‍​

“Go⁠ in.”

“…?”⁠‌

“The‍​​ leader has permitted‌ it.”

She‍‌ could not believe‍⁠‌ it, but soon‌‌ understood it was⁠‍‍ true.

The‍‌‌ door that seemed‌​‍ never meant to‌ open for her‌ began to open.‍​​

Ruri​ stepped forward again.​​​

An​⁠‌ even stronger pressure⁠‍‍ crushed her as⁠⁠ she crossed the‍‌ threshold.

The‍ hostile gazes felt​ like spears piercing⁠​‍ through her.

With‍‍‌ that weight on‍​ her shoulders, she⁠‍ moved forward.

It‍‌ was a place​‌ similar to a royal audience hall.‍⁠⁠

A single throne in‍⁠ front of the‍ entrance.

And​​ seated there, a huge man, like‌‌‍ a bear.

He⁠‍‍ was not like​ the soldiers at​‌ the entrance.

A luxurious fur coat,​‍ golden rings.

And‍ on the exposed​‍⁠ skin, magical tattoos‌ engraved through rituals‌⁠‍ covered his entire‌‍ body.

Everything‍ was exactly as​‍ she remembered of⁠‍ Goz Silverwind.

‘Nothing​​ has changed.’

At⁠‌​ that moment, Ruri⁠‌⁠ felt a completely⁠ different pressure from⁠​​ back then.

Even‌⁠ among Dragon Spawn‍‌​ there were hierarchies,‍ but they were‌‌ not absolute.

However,​​ what she now​ felt was standing​ before an absolute‌⁠⁠ authority.

The​ instinct sleeping within‌⁠‍ her gave her​ the answer.

‘The…‍ essence of Lord‌ Silverwind?’

After‌‍⁠ Silverwind’s death, Goz,‍ the leader of​‌‌ the Silver Dragon⁠⁠‌ Spawn, had absorbed⁠‍ the dragon’s essence.‍​​

‘But‌ it’s unstable.’

He‌⁠‍ had absorbed it,‌‌ but had not​​ fully assimilated it.‌‌⁠

He⁠⁠ had not managed‌ to fully integrate​ Silverwind’s power into‍‍‌ his body.

That⁠ was why he​‌‌ could barely remain‌ standing on his‌‌ two legs.

“Valdrova.”‌

He‍ opened his mouth.​

There⁠​ was no greeting.​

“Is⁠​ Valdrova well?”

He‌‌⁠ swirled the whisky‍⁠ in his glass.​

Ruri‌‌ nodded.

“Yes.‌⁠​ She is driving⁠‌ out the monsters‌‍ of the Far​​ East and fighting​‌​ day and night‍​ to protect the⁠​‌ continent.”

“I‍ see. It must‍ be thanks to‍ you taking good‌​ care of her.”⁠⁠

“……Yes.”⁠‍​

“Are⁠ you proud?”

“……”⁠

Ruri‍​‍ could not answer‍ easily.

Goz’s​ cold gaze pierced⁠ her.

“Have‌‌​ I asked a difficult question?”

“No.”‌

“Then⁠‌ why don’t you‌⁠​ answer?”

Like⁠ a rope that‍ finally snaps under​⁠ an unrelenting storm,⁠‍‌ she answered.

“……It‌ is something I feel proud of.”‍‍

“I⁠‌ see.”

Crash!‍​‌

The​⁠ glass shattered in‍‍ his hand.

The⁠‌​ atmosphere froze completely.⁠

Ruri’s‌‌ body also tensed‍‍‍ under that gaze.⁠

“Then⁠​‌ tell me, with‌‌ what face has‍‍‍ a traitor who⁠ has served that‍‍ woman so well⁠⁠​ come here?”

Everything‍‌ around her was‍‌‍ hostile.

Even‍⁠ so, Ruri spoke.‍‌‌

She​‍ had come for‌ this.

“Do⁠ you still hate​​‍ Lady Valdrova?”

Goz’s​‍ gaze turned fierce.⁠

“I‌ understand that you⁠​‌ call her that.​ But in front⁠​ of me, do​​⁠ not refer to‌‌ that woman as⁠ lady again. You⁠​​ are a Spawn⁠ who inherited Silverwind’s​ blood. Your only‌ lord is Silverwind.”‌‍​

“I‍‍ am a Silver​ Dragon Spawn, yes—but‌‌‍ now my lady‌​⁠ is her.”

“Before‍‌​ that woman is‌‍ your master, your​‍ lord is Silverwind.‌ Who was Silverwind?”‍

“The⁠ great lord of⁠⁠⁠ wind and steel.”‍⁠‌

“That’s‌​ right. He was‌‌​ the owner of‌ a speed no‍⁠ one could surpass.⁠‍ He never hesitated.”​​⁠

The​ veins in Goz’s⁠​‌ neck stood out.​

“And‌⁠ yet…”

Ruri​‍ felt it in⁠ that restrained voice.‍

“And⁠⁠ yet!”

He‌‌⁠ was still sharpening‍⁠‌ the blade of‌ his revenge.

“She​ tore out his‍​ throat! That woman!​ She sank her‌ fangs into his⁠‍‍ neck and ripped‍ apart his artery!‍ I saw that​‌‍ slaughter with these⁠​⁠ eyes! I felt‍​‍ it with this⁠‍ chest!”

“……”‌⁠

“You‌ ask me if‌‌‌ I hate her?​​​ The hatred I feel for her‌ still burns within⁠ me.”

Ruri​ shut her eyes‌‍ tightly.

Every‍ time he shouted,‌‌ the emotions overflowed⁠‍ and she could​‍​ not contain them.​⁠‍

Goz‍ snorted upon seeing‌ her suffering.

“In⁠‍ this chest still⁠⁠ lives the death​​‌ of that lord…‍‍​ but it seems‍ that in you⁠ it does not.”‌

“I‌ saw it too.​ I felt it⁠‌​ too. And that‌⁠ pain… I still‍⁠‌ feel it clearly‌ even now.”

Ruri‌⁠ had also participated​‌‌ in the war‌ against the demons.‍

She⁠‍​ had also witnessed‍​ Silverwind’s death.

As‍‍ a Spawn, she‍ felt the death‌ of her lord​ and mourned him.‌

“I​​ also came to​​​ blame my lady.”⁠

It​‌ was inevitable.

For​​ Ruri, Silverwind was​​ like a father.⁠​

It‌​‌ was natural to⁠​⁠ hate the one‍‍ who led him⁠ to his death.‍​‌

“But…​‍‍ I cannot hate‌ her.”

“No.‍​ That is not⁠‌​ so.”

Goz‌ denied it.

“If​ you had fully​⁠‍ felt what we⁠⁠ feel, you would‍ have abandoned that‍ side.”

“……”‌‍‍

“You​‌ were only a little distant, and​‌ even so you‌‍ were tainted by‌‍ her. You forgot‍ your origin.”

Goz‍‌​ took another glass⁠‌ and poured himself‌ more whisky.

“Valdrova​‌ is still our⁠ enemy. As long​​ as she exists​‍‍ on this continent,​‍‌ Serdes, our hatred‍⁠‌ will not end.‌‌‌ This is the‍⁠⁠ will of all​ Silverwind.”

“I​ see…”

It​‌ was expected.

She​⁠​ already knew it‌ was an illusion.‍​

“But…‌ I will give‌ you an opportunity.”‌

Opportunity.⁠⁠‌

Ruri⁠ raised her head.​​

“What⁠⁠⁠ do you mean?”‌​​

For​ an instant, she‌‌ had hope.

Perhaps⁠‌ she could soften‌‍ that hatred toward‌‌‍ Valdrova.

Goz‌ extended his hand⁠⁠ toward her.

“Ruri​ Silverwind. Return to⁠​​ the bosom of‍⁠ the clan.”

The​​ hope shattered.

“Does⁠⁠​ returning mean abandoning‍ Lady Valdrova?”

“Now‍ that there is⁠‍ a regent, you‍ no longer have⁠⁠⁠ a reason to⁠ serve that woman.”‍

“……”‌

“You‌​⁠ have already fulfilled‌​ everything Silverwind entrusted​⁠ to you. So‍⁠‌ return to the⁠​‌ clan and become​ a warrior. Ruri,​​ the Cutting Wind.​​ Return to your‌ post as mobile‍‍​ brigade commander and⁠⁠ take charge of‌​ crushing the things‍‍​ that come from‌⁠ the north. If‌‌‌ you do that,‌‌⁠ I will erase​⁠​ the title of​ traitor that you‌⁠ carry.”

That‌ name that pierced⁠‌​ her chest.

But⁠‌ that pain was​ nothing compared to‌‍⁠ the responsibility she‍​​ carried.

“I‍‌​ can’t…”

The⁠⁠ natural refusal was‌‌​ about to leave‍⁠ her lips.

At‍ that instant, Ruri’s‍⁠ body swayed violently.⁠

“There‌ is no refusal,​‍‍ Ruri Silverwind.”

The‍‍‌ presence emanating from​‍ Goz crushed her‌ directly.

“In‌‌‌ my blood now⁠‌​ resides the authority‍ of Lord Silverwind.‍⁠ You know well⁠⁠‍ what it means,⁠​‌ as a Dragon⁠⁠ Spawn, to oppose‌‌‍ that authority, don’t‍ you?”

Death.​​​

For‌ a Dragon Spawn⁠ who disobeys authority,​‍‍ there is only​ death.

“It​ will bring you‌⁠ nothing good to‌⁠‍ resist that authority.‍ So…”

Goz’s‌ index finger pointed‍ to the ground.‌

“Kneel​‌⁠ before me and⁠ submit.”

Goz’s​‍⁠ words were not⁠​​ an empty threat.‍⁠‍

Ruri,‍​⁠ who had not⁠​‍ even blinked, began‍ to sweat coldly.‍‍

She​​‍ felt as if​‍⁠ someone were squeezing‍ her throat and‌‍⁠ crushing her heart.​‌

If‍​​ she rejected his​‌ words, the pain‌⁠ would be like⁠‌ tearing out her‍‌‌ own heart.

Even​‍ having absorbed only‌‌ a minimal part‌⁠ of Silverwind’s essence,‌ that was his‌‍​ power.

‘I‍⁠ cannot shrink.’

Ruri​ resisted with all⁠​‌ her strength.

She​‍​ gripped her apron⁠‌ with both hands​‌⁠ and put strength​‍ into her trembling‌​ legs.

That‍‍ was the best​‍ she could do.‌‌‌

And‌‌ even so, that⁠ was all.

“You‌ resist well.”

It⁠‍‌ was sincere admiration.​

Any⁠​​ other Spawn would⁠‌⁠ have already knelt⁠‌ before that power.⁠‍

“Yes.​​​ That is why‌‍‍ Lord Silverwind valued‌⁠​ you.”

But​‍ that attitude did‌‍ not please Goz.⁠‌

He‍⁠ did not want​​​ to subdue her​​ only with authority.⁠

That‌‍‌ was far from​‌​ the perfect submission‌‍‌ he sought.

“If‍ it is so​⁠‍ hard for you‌ to leave, how‌ about I make‌ it easier for​‍​ you to decide?”​‌

Goz‌⁠ tilted his head.​

“The‍ regent knows your‍‌ identity, right? But⁠ does he also​‍ know why you​ came to that⁠⁠ place?”

“……!”⁠​

The​‌ calm on Ruri’s‍​ face shattered.

Her‍​​ sweaty hands soaked‍⁠⁠ her apron.

“Do‌ you think that​‌‍ man will protect‌‍ you even after⁠ knowing it?”

Perda⁠ Valdrova.

He‍‌‍ loves Valdrova.

And‍​‌ he has no‍‌ mercy for those⁠‍​ who represent a threat to her.‍⁠‍

‘If⁠‍‍ Lord Perda finds⁠⁠ out about that…’‍

What‍‍‍ would Perda do?⁠​‍

The⁠ will with which​⁠‍ she resisted began⁠​ to collapse under​‍ doubt.

‘I…’‌

Fear⁠⁠‍ took over.

It​ pressed on her‌​ breathing to the⁠ point that she​ could not even⁠ scream.

‘What⁠‍ should I do…?’​⁠

She⁠​​ was sinking completely​‌ into a thick‌ swamp.

She​‌‌ screamed silently.

Please.​

Please,‌⁠ someone help me.⁠‍⁠

“Sorry​​ for barging in⁠ like this.”

The‌ voice that reached‌‍​ her ears was​​ familiar.

“What⁠⁠ do you think⁠​ you’re doing with‌ my servant?”

***​​​

Perda​‌‌ moved in search​⁠‌ of Ruri.

It‍⁠ was not difficult​ to find her.‍

She‍​ had said she‌ would go talk‍ to Silverwind.

So⁠‌‌ she had to‌ be behind that​​‍ great door with‌‌‍ the emblem of​ Silverwind.

Perda​‌ stopped in front‍‍ of it and‍ thought.

‘Would⁠‌ this be unnecessary​ interference?’

A servant of Valdrova.⁠‍

But⁠ also a Spawn⁠‍ with Silverwind’s blood.‌‌‍

They⁠​‌ might feel hatred⁠⁠ toward Valdrova, but‍‍⁠ not necessarily toward⁠‍‌ Ruri.

There⁠ was no reason​ for him to⁠ interfere in a family reunion.

But—‍‌‌

He​‌‍ tried to convince⁠‍ himself, but it‍​ was not easy.​​​

He​⁠⁠ remembered Goz Silverwind’s‌‌ expression at the​ Grand Council.

And​ at the same⁠⁠ time, he remembered​⁠‍ Erika’s warning.

— The enemy you‌​‍ must pay attention⁠‍‌ to is none​‌ other. It is‍​ Silverwind.

Dragons​⁠ are immortal.

The‌​ grudges they hold‍⁠ never disappear.

And​‍‌ Silverwind was no​‍ exception.

‘Was​ it a mistake?’​‌‍

Should‌‌​ he have refused,‍‌ even if Ruri‍‍‍ insisted?

Even‌⁠‌ if Valdrova asked‍‍ him to?

Perda‌‍ could not erase​​ that thought.

That​​ was why he⁠ reached the Spawn‌⁠ resting hall.

There,⁠‌‌ Silverwind soldiers were‌ guarding the inner​​‍ door.

And‍‍‍ a dense dragon​‌ pressure.

It‌‍​ was obvious.

This​‍ was not unnecessary‌‍ interference.

Perda⁠ walked toward the‌‌ source of that‍‌⁠ presence.

“Are​‍ you Valdrova’s regent?”​⁠

Percival,​ the Dragon Spawn‌‍ with the staff⁠‌ on his shoulder,​‌​ stood up and‍‌‍ asked.

“Is​‍ Ruri here?”

“Answer‍‌​ the question.”

“I‌ asked you if⁠​‍ Ruri Silverwind is​‌ here.”

Percival​ did not step‌​ back and blocked​⁠ his path.

“She​‍ is here.”

“Then‌​ move aside.”

“This‍⁠⁠ is a family​ matter, regent. It⁠ is not something⁠⁠ you should interfere‌ in.”

One​⁠ should not meddle⁠‌⁠ in family matters.‌

Especially‍⁠ in dragon society,​⁠ it was an⁠ inviolable territory.

But⁠ Perda did not‍‌‌ respect that boundary.‌

“If⁠‍ you’re going to‌⁠‌ stop me, you’ll​‌ have to break​ something.”

Perda’s‌‍⁠ blue eyes stared‍‍ straight at him.‍

“Then‍‌‌ Blancaros’s Hand will⁠​‌ sanction you. Will⁠​ you be able⁠ to bear the‍ disgrace of Silverwind’s‌ descendants causing trouble?”‌

“……”⁠​

“If‌‍ you’re confident, try​ it. I am​‌ already prepared to‍‌ lose.”

Percival‌‌​ stepped aside.

With‌ a signal, he⁠⁠‌ also made his​⁠‍ subordinates step back.‍

Perda‍‍​ opened the door.‍

He​ saw Ruri.

Ruri‌⁠‌ about to kneel⁠ before Goz.

Ruri​⁠ suffering.

At‌ that moment, all‍‍‌ his thoughts disappeared.​⁠​

His‌ gaze fixed clearly‌​ on a single‍ point.

On⁠‍​ the figure of​ the wretch pretending​ to be a king.

“Sorry‌​ for barging in​ like this.”

Perda‌⁠‍ spat out the​ anger he carried​ within.

“What⁠ do you think‌⁠‍ you’re doing with​‌⁠ my servant?”

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