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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 57: Abduction

Chapter 57: Abduction

The​ regular meeting of​‌‍ the Grand Council⁠‍​ had ended.

People‍ began to disperse​ just as they‍​⁠ had gathered.

As‍ befitted figures of⁠ ducal rank or​‌⁠ higher, enormous armies‌‌ gathered in the⁠‌‌ central area.

In‌‍ that state, it‌⁠‍ also served as‍‍⁠ a kind of⁠‍ military parade to​‍​ display and evaluate⁠ national power.

In‍​‍ that sense, Escolea‍ was far from‌ such ostentation.

They‌⁠ were a city‌ of knowledge, free‍‌‌ from diplomatic conflicts.‌‌

They‍​⁠ preferred practical and‌ efficient movement, so‌‌‍ they used magical⁠​⁠ carriages powered by⁠‌​ the magic of⁠⁠‍ mages.

“Couldn’t‍‌‌ we switch to​‌ normal carriages?”

Rector‍ Bernard complained to⁠ the mage acting‍‌‌ as the driver.‍‍‌

“Not⁠ this again?”

“Every⁠‍⁠ time I come​‍​ to the Grand‍ Council, I think‍‍⁠ about it. As‌ the rector of⁠ a city, you⁠​ know? One should‍​ maintain some style.”​‌‌

“Ah,‍⁠ don’t talk about​⁠ style. You’re not⁠⁠‍ a mercenary who’s⁠​‍ rolled around in‍​ the mud. If‍​ a pot-bellied lord⁠‍ uses those words,⁠​⁠ it just looks‍​‌ ridiculous.”

“Besides,‍ in a city⁠ as cramped as​⁠⁠ a chicken coop,​⁠ where are we‍​ supposed to raise‍‌‍ horses? Even one⁠‍ would take up‌ space for a hundred more scholars,​⁠ they’d surely criticize‍‍ us.”

“Even​‍ so, I’m the‌ rector, they should‍‌ respect me a little…”

“Do​⁠‌ you want an‍ audit to come​⁠‌ and cause a scandal? In the⁠ noble world, luxury‌​⁠ matters, but those​‌ who understand that⁠⁠ don’t become scholars.”‌

“I‍‌​ want to ride‍​⁠ in a carriage⁠ too… sigh…”

“If‍‌ you keep complaining,⁠ I quit. I’m⁠ going home right⁠‍ now.”

“Ah…‌ fine, fine, it’s‍ my fault. Let’s‌‌ go, let’s go.”‌

It‍ seemed like the⁠⁠‌ subordinate was the​ one in charge.‌

That​‍ the rector had⁠ no choice but‌‍​ to yield to‍ a mage threatening‍‌ him.

‘If‍‌⁠ we’re going to⁠‍ talk about efficiency,⁠​ I wish we⁠‍ could load magic‍ without needing mages…’​‌​

Bernard⁠​ muttered to himself.⁠​

‘Yes,​​‍ if we could⁠ just inject mana⁠ and move it…​‍ it would be⁠ perfect.’

Some‍​ gears, levers.

If​‍‍ it were only​⁠⁠ about operating it,​ it would be​⁠ ideal.

While​‍ thinking that, he⁠ began sketching in‍‍⁠ his notebook.

The⁠‌ carriage, which had​ been moving smoothly,⁠​​ suddenly stopped.

“What’s⁠‌⁠ wrong?”

“It‍ seems someone is​‌ blocking the road.⁠ From the looks‌‍ of it, they​‌ must be bandits.”⁠‍‌

Bandits​⁠‌ who block roads‌ to collect tolls⁠‍⁠ exist everywhere.

“Should​ I eliminate them?‌‌‌ It’s not like‍ we have anything​ else to do.”‌‍‌

The‍‌ mage smiled while​⁠​ making a throat-slitting​​‍ gesture.

“Let’s⁠​ avoid unnecessary bloodshed.‍‌‍ Give them some‍​ money.”

“Give‍ them money?”

“Everyone‍​​ is trying to​​ make a living.‍‍ Give them something​ and let them‍​⁠ go.”

“That’s​⁠ why they always​⁠ underestimate us…”

“What‍⁠ did you say?”‍

“Nothing,​​⁠ I’ll be right‍‌ back.”

The‍ mage took some‍‍ silver coins and‌‍ got off the‌‌‌ carriage.

Bernard‌​ watched with displeasure.⁠‍

The​‌‍ mage tossed the‍​ coins onto the‍ ground from a distance, signaling them​⁠ to take them​ and let them​⁠ pass.

Then—‌‌‍

A sharp flash cut‌ through his body.⁠‌‍

“Huh?”⁠

And⁠​​ his upper half​ slid down along⁠‌⁠ the line of‌⁠‍ the cut.

Where‌ his torso had‌​⁠ been, there was⁠‍ now a beggar‌​‍ smiling grotesquely.

And​​ a sword.

“W-what…‌ what is this?!”⁠‌

The‍‌ rector screamed in‍‍ horror.

The​ mage in the‍‍‍ seat prepared a spell instead of⁠​ panicking.

It‍‍ was time to‌ prove why he‍ earned 50 gold‌‌⁠ coins a day.​​

But‍‍‍ something flew toward⁠ him at great⁠​⁠ speed.

Crash!‍

A knife pierced through‍⁠ the window and‍​ stabbed into his⁠ neck.

“Ghk…!”‍​

The‌‍‌ spell failed.

The‌ magic circle vanished⁠‌⁠ into the air.​

In‍​‌ an instant, two⁠‌‍ 4th-circle mages were‍‍ eliminated.

The​ rector, paralyzed, watched‍‍‍ as the beggar⁠ approached.

He‌‌ understood instinctively.

Running​​​ would only make​⁠‌ him die faster.⁠

The‍‌‌ man who had‍⁠ killed the two⁠​​ mages opened the‍​ door and sat‍ in front of​ him.

He‍ smiled maliciously.

“Nice‌‍ to meet you,‍‌⁠ rector of Escolea.”​

“W-who‌ are you?”

“You​ don’t need to⁠ know who I am. Let’s talk‍‍ about you.”

The‍ man continued without‌ giving him a choice.

The‍‌ rector nodded stiffly.​⁠

“You’re​‌ the one who​​ proposed at the​‍⁠ Grand Council that‌‍ there are signs‌ of the return⁠​ of the black‌​ dragon Godwin, right?”​⁠

“That’s⁠ right…”

“What‌ were you thinking⁠​‌ when you did‌‍ that?”

“For​‌ the safety of​‍ the continent…”

“Even⁠ knowing you might‌ be putting yourself‌‍ in danger?”

“I‌‌ might be wrong.‌​‍ But even so,‌⁠ I had to‌‌ say it…”

“Ah.”​‌

The‌ man interrupted him​ and pointed a knife at his⁠ neck.

“Let’s⁠ cut the nonsense.‌ If you drag​⁠ this out, only‌‍​ you will suffer.”​

The‍⁠ blood of the​‍ two mages dripped‌ from the knife.⁠‌

The⁠‍‌ rector swallowed, trying​​ to suppress his⁠​‍ trembling.

“Weren’t​‌​ you going to‌‍⁠ present a device⁠‍‌ to predict the‍​ appearance of demons?”‌⁠⁠

“H-how‍‍ do you know‌‍‍ that?”

“There⁠​ are ears everywhere.”‌

The​​ man smiled.

That‍ secret was only​​⁠ known by a few trusted scholars,‍ his assistant, and​ Perda Valdrova.

“Perda⁠⁠ Valdrova!”

The​ rector suddenly shouted.‍

“Did​⁠ he send you?”‌

“What‌‍⁠ do you think?”​

“Damn‌​ it! I should​‌ have realized when‍ I saw that‍‍​ look in someone‍‍‍ so young…!”

The​‌ rector shouted furiously.‌

The‍​ man, instead of‌ answering, let out‌ a laugh.

“How‍ adorable the rector​‌ is. I like‍‌​ you more than⁠ I thought.”

“What‌‌ does that mean?”​​​

“What‌⁠ else?”

He​⁠‍ pulled out a syringe.

The⁠‌ enormous needle looked‌⁠ like a weapon.‌

But⁠‍ what was truly​ terrifying was the‌‍ black, viscous liquid⁠ inside.

“What‌‍⁠ is that?”

“A​⁠​ vaccine.”

“A‌‌⁠ vaccine?”

“Yes.​ One that will⁠‌ eliminate all the‌ bacteria that dominate‌‌ this world.”

The⁠‌ man pressed the‍ plunger.

And​⁠ stabbed it into⁠‍‍ himself.

“Ugh…!”​‍‌

He​‌⁠ groaned in pain.‌⁠

But‍⁠ he wasn’t dying.​

It​​​ was a mutation.‌

No,⁠‌ an evolution.

A tar-like substance emerged‍‌⁠ from his skin,⁠‌ covering him like​‍ oil.

His⁠⁠ body turned completely​ black.

More‍‌ than human, he‍ looked like a soft mannequin, like​⁠ a new cocoon.⁠‍

From‍⁠⁠ within, red eyes‍ shone as the​‌​ surface broke.

When​​ he opened his​​​ mouth, sharp, beast-like‍‍‌ teeth showed menacingly.‍

“C-could‍⁠ it be…?”

As‌​ he put all‌ the pieces together,​​ a word flashed‌‌ in the rector’s​‍⁠ mind.

“Demon…!”‌‍‍

The‍​‍ man had become​⁠ a demon.

“Hahaha!‍‍ At last… at‍ last the grace⁠⁠ of that being‌ runs through this⁠‍ body as well!”⁠​

The​⁠ man caressed his‌‍⁠ face, immersed in‌​⁠ ecstasy.

Like​‌ someone who had​ fulfilled his deepest⁠ desire, he reveled‌ in the pleasure,‌‍​ and then turned⁠‍ his gaze toward⁠​ the rector.

Instinctively,​ he felt death.​

Desperate‍‌⁠ to survive, he‍​⁠ threw a question⁠ at him.

“Why‍​​ would someone with⁠⁠‌ your ability… serve​‍​ as a follower‌⁠ of demons?”

Followers​‍ of demons were‌ people with nothing⁠ to lose.

Even​⁠​ more ruthless than‍⁠​ demon worshippers.

“I‌‌​ too was once‌ a knight who⁠​ knew honor.”

The‍⁠ man let out‌ a deranged laugh.​⁠⁠

“But​ no matter how⁠‌​ much you protect‍⁠ honor, if you​ serve a king​⁠ who falls to‌‍⁠ the words of‍​ a miserable schemer,⁠​ everything collapses in‍⁠ an instant.”

He‍⁠‍ was a fallen⁠ knight.

“So,​⁠ since I have‍​ nothing left to‌‌‍ lose, I intend‌ to destroy everything.”‍

“If​‍‍ you become a demon… you won’t​ be able to​​‌ live normally either​ in the human‍ world or on‌‌ the continent of⁠​ Serdes… You will‍ become a lost‌‍‌ soul that can​ go neither to​ heaven nor to​⁠‌ hell. Even so,​‍ why…?”

“That’s⁠ what you think.”‌⁠‍

The‌ man raised the​ knife and cut‌⁠ Rector Bernard’s arm.‍‍‌

It‌​‍ wasn’t a deep⁠‍⁠ wound, but blood‌ began to flow.​‌

The​‌ man pressed the​ wound with his‌‍ own hand.

It‍ seemed absurd to⁠ think of “injure‍ and then heal,”⁠​ but something surprising‌ happened.

“Mother…​ Marune…”

His⁠​‌ black body began⁠‍ to take on​​ a skin tone.‌⁠

It⁠​‍ wasn’t just a change in color.‍

Some‍​ parts grew, others​⁠‍ shrank.

In‍ the end, he‌ took on a form completely familiar‌ to the rector.​​

It‌ was Bernard.

Himself.⁠

“Well,⁠ rector? Do I look like you?”⁠

The⁠ man, now with​‍ Bernard’s appearance, smiled.​‍

A smile full of⁠ malice, unlike anything‌‌‍ the real one‍‌ had ever shown.​‍⁠

“What⁠ do you plan⁠ to do with‍​⁠ my research?”

“Well,​‌ it seems you​‌‌ really are smart.”‌‌⁠

The​⁠ man tapped his‍ head with the​‌ knife.

“You‍‌⁠ already know. If​‌ you’re developing a device to predict‍ the appearance of⁠‌ monsters, what demons⁠ must do is‍⁠ obvious.”

Ruin​‍⁠ the research.

Make​ sure the device‌ never exists.

“D-don’t​‌‍ think I’ll let​‍‌ you!”

Faced​‌ with the possibility‌​‍ of losing his​‍‍ life’s work, Bernard​​‍ gathered courage.

But​⁠ the other “Bernard”​‌ moved quickly and‌‌ grabbed him by‍ the neck.

He‌ squeezed slowly, firmly.​​

“Ghk…!”​

“Rest‍‌​ in peace. I will follow you‍​​ to the void‍‍ as well.”

Just‍ as he was‍​ about to kill​ him—

“Ambush!”⁠

Someone’s⁠ shout from outside‌​ pierced through the‍‌ carriage.

The⁠ fake Bernard turned‍ his head.

Outside,‍ there was already‌⁠‌ combat.

Strangers​‍ facing off against​​ demon followers disguised​​ as beggars.

More‌⁠⁠ than twenty men⁠​ were being overwhelmed​⁠ by just two.‍

Brown‌​⁠ hair and blonde⁠​ hair.

Faced⁠‍ with the unexpected​ attack, the man‌‍ released Bernard’s neck‍‍‌ and asked.

“When‍ did you assign​⁠‌ an escort?”

“W-what‌‌‍ escort…?”

The‌‍​ rector replied without⁠‍ understanding.

Without⁠ giving him time‌⁠ to react, the‍ demon followers were⁠⁠ quickly eliminated.

Those⁠ pretending to be‌ bandits were just​‍‌ fodder.

The‌​⁠ two were highly​​ skilled knights.

“This‍​ is troublesome.”

The⁠ man spoke with​‍⁠ genuine concern.

Against‌‍​ two mages, a surprise attack was​‌ enough.

But⁠‍⁠ against two knights‍‍ at the same⁠⁠​ time, it was‌​ different.

He‍‍​ decided to use​‍​ a tactic.

Distraction.⁠⁠

“Hey,⁠‍​ you! Be careful!”‌‌‌

He‌‌⁠ opened the carriage⁠ door and ran⁠⁠ out in desperation.​​

“Inside!⁠‍ There’s someone just‌ like me! He⁠‌​ wants to kill‍‌‍ me!”

He⁠​⁠ ran as if​​ terrified.

But‍ at the same​ time, he firmly‍‍​ concealed a reversed⁠‍ knife in his‌ arm.

The​‍ moment he was​ within range, he‍​ would attack.

“Quick,​⁠ kill tha—ghk…!”

He⁠‌⁠ didn’t get far​ before falling.

A knife was embedded‍‍‌ in his ankle.​‍

It‍​ was identical to​​‍ the one carried⁠ by the brown-haired‍​​ man.

“Aaagh!‌ What is the​ meaning of this?!”‌‌

There⁠​​ was no answer.‍

The​‍⁠ brown-haired one rushed​ toward him and⁠​ delivered a brutal‌​ kick to his‌ head.

Thud!​‍‌

A dull sound, like​‍‌ bones breaking.

The‌⁠ fake Bernard’s body‌⁠‌ collapsed lifelessly.

The‍ blond man widened⁠‍‌ his eyes in⁠​ surprise.

“Sir​​‍ Zeid! What are⁠ you doing to⁠‍​ the rector?!”

The​ man called Zeid​‍‌ pointed at the​‌ fallen one.

“That’s‌⁠​ not the rector.”‌‍⁠

“What⁠‍‍ are you saying?​‍​ It’s not even‍‌ a magical transformation!​ With that blow​​⁠ you must have‌‌‌ killed him—… huh?”‌⁠

He‌‍⁠ stopped upon seeing​ the real Bernard‌ coming out of‌⁠ the carriage.

“Why‍⁠‍ are there two…?”‌‍⁠

“Ah…​‍⁠ how innocent. You‌ should improve your‌‍ observation. Tie that⁠‌ guy up properly.​ I’ll bring the⁠ real one.”

“U-understood.”‌

Arwen⁠ tied up the⁠⁠​ impostor, while Zeid‍⁠‌ helped the real⁠ one out.

“Are‍ you alright?”

“Yes…‌‍ I’m fine. Are​‌‍ you… from the‍ regent of Valdrova?”​

“Sorry‍ for the delay.​‍‌ I am Zeid⁠⁠‍ Swallow, a knight​‍​ in service to​‍⁠ the Duchy of‌​‍ Valdrova.”

“The‍​​ innocent friend here‍‍​ is the knight​ Arwen. We received⁠​ orders from the‌‍ regent to secretly​​ watch over and​​ protect the rector.”​⁠‍

“Subordinates​​ of the regent…?‌‍ Then why is‍‌ someone who stabbed‌‌ me in the‌ back helping me?”‍‍

“Huh?⁠⁠ I don’t know⁠⁠ what misunderstanding you‌ have, but for⁠ now we’ll take‌​‌ you to our​ regent.”

As‍ he had been‍ on the verge‌ of losing consciousness,⁠​ his head was⁠ spinning.

But‍⁠⁠ Bernard had no​‍​ other choice.

The​ mage who was⁠‍⁠ supposed to drive‌ the carriage was⁠‍ dead, so they‍‍‌ could no longer⁠ move.

The‍ road was long,⁠‍‍ and walking alone‌‌‍ in that place‍‍ was too dangerous.​

Rector⁠‍⁠ Bernard resigned himself.‍

“Alright.‍⁠​ I’ll go with‍⁠‍ you.”

“Then‍​ first we’ll stop​‍ the bleeding.”

Zeid⁠ treated Bernard’s wound⁠‍ in a simple​‍ manner, and Arwen‍‍ tied up the⁠⁠​ other Bernard and‍‍‍ mounted him on‍ a horse.

Thus⁠ they left the​​ site of the‍⁠ incident and departed.⁠⁠

As‍⁠ they rode, Arwen‍ couldn’t stop thinking⁠​ about a question.‌

“Sir‍ Zeid.”

“What‍ is it?”

“How⁠‌⁠ did you know⁠⁠ which one was‌⁠​ the fake?”

He⁠​ had attacked without⁠⁠​ hesitation, which allowed‍ him to take​‌​ him by surprise.‍⁠

But​ Arwen did not‍ understand the reason‍ for that certainty.⁠

Zeid‌ smiled slightly and‍ replied.

“It⁠ didn’t shine.”

“…Huh?‌⁠ Shine?”

“The⁠⁠ fake one couldn’t⁠ imitate the shine​​⁠ of the rector’s‍ gleaming head.”

“……”⁠

Arwen’s​ gaze subtly shifted‌ past Zeid’s back.⁠‍

Bernard’s​‌ head softly reflected​‌​ the moonlight.

“Ah.”‌​​

It⁠‍‌ was absurd, but⁠‌ he didn’t know⁠⁠ what to say.‌

***‌

After​‌ riding all night,‌⁠ they arrived at⁠ a place where‌‌‍ a carriage was‍‍ waiting for them.‍⁠

There⁠⁠ stood the carriage​ and the regent‌ of Valdrova’s tent.​​‍

A young silver-haired maid‍​​ welcomed them.

“This⁠‌‌ way.”

The‌‍ maid slightly lifted‍‌ the entrance of​‍​ the tent, and‍⁠⁠ Bernard entered.

Warmth,⁠​‍ different from the​ cold and merciless​‌‌ wild ground, touched‌ his skin.

The​‌‌ interior was several‌⁠​ times larger than​⁠ it appeared from⁠ outside.

It​⁠​ was so cozy‌ and well-prepared that‌ it didn’t even⁠‌ feel like being​‌⁠ inside a tent.‍‍

‘Isn’t⁠‍​ a dimensional space​‍ tent an incredible‌ treasure?’

Even‌‌‌ a simple dimensional⁠⁠ pocket, made with‌ fairy dust, was‌‌ already a treasure.‌

But⁠‍​ a tent of​‍ that kind was‌​‌ on another level.‌​

Only‌ an imperial-level king…‌​ or a dragon,⁠‌‍ could possess something‍ like that.

He⁠‍‍ realized once again‌‍ that he was‌ the fiancé of‌‍ a dragon.

“Welcome.”‌

A young man with​ gray hair and‌‌ blue eyes.

Perda​​​ received him.

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