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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 58: Because It Hurts

Chapter 58: Because It Hurts

Perda⁠​ asked Rector Bernard.‌​

He‍​ had brought him‌‌ an entire bottle⁠‍ of alcohol.

“What‍​ is this?”

“I⁠ thought you might​ need it.”

“The​⁠ whole thing…?”

“Hasn’t‍​ it been a difficult day?”

And‍‌‌ it truly had‌‌ been.

Except‌ for the times‍⁠⁠ he had drunk‌⁠‌ dozens of cups‍‌ of coffee, his​ heart had never‍​ pounded so violently.‌⁠

But​ now it was‍ hammering against his​ ribs.

He​‍ couldn’t calm down.‍

Bernard,‌ with trembling hands,​ grabbed the neck‍ of the bottle‌ and drank straight​‌ from it.

Glug,⁠‍ glug, glug—

A whiskey over 60‍​ degrees.

He⁠‍ felt it burn​⁠‌ down his throat,‍‍ but only after⁠‌ emptying half the​⁠‌ bottle did he​⁠⁠ manage to pull⁠ it away from⁠​⁠ his lips.

“Thank‍‌ you for saving⁠⁠​ me.”

“No‍‌​ need to thank‍ me.”

“May⁠‍‌ I ask something?‍‍‌ I can’t… I can’t get it‌‌‌ out of my‌‌ head.”

“Go​‌ ahead.”

“How…‌‍‍ how did you⁠‍ know I would⁠​ be in danger?”‍

How⁠​‍ did he know?‍‍

It​‌‍ was a technology⁠ that Teshalos Walcher,⁠ now dead, had​ talked about endlessly.⁠⁠⁠

But⁠​‌ when he suddenly⁠‍ declared it flawed,‍‌‍ he had been‌⁠ the one who⁠​⁠ became the most‌⁠ enraged.

Proper​​ anger clarifies everything,‌ and Teshalos realized.‍​‍

— Bernard was no⁠​‌ longer the Bernard​​ from before.

But‌⁠⁠ it was already​​ too late.

It​‍ couldn’t be proven,​ the technology disappeared,‍‌ and Bernard ended​‌​ his life as‍‌ the worst rector.⁠⁠‍

In​ any case, Perda‍⁠ remembered that.

And⁠‍​ thought about the‍ most dangerous moment​​​ for the rector.‌⁠​

The​⁠ most dangerous was⁠ when he returned⁠​ to the city.‌

‘I⁠ was lucky.’

The⁠​ surveillance, which could‌ have dragged on,​ was resolved quickly.‍

Perda‌​⁠ answered.

“I⁠⁠ also have ears.”‍⁠

A familiar phrase.

Bernard​‍ let out a bitter laugh.

“Damn‌ it… everyone has​ ears except me…”⁠​​

“It’s‌‌‌ not just that.⁠‍​ You are the‌‌ rector of a city, and yet‌ you came without‍‍⁠ an army. You‌‍⁠ were bound to​‌‍ be exposed.”

“Because⁠ it’s not efficient.”‌‌

“For‌ nobles, efficiency is​ stupidity.”

“That…⁠⁠‌ I understood perfectly​⁠ today. Those who​⁠ said no one‌⁠ would be happy​​ if the rector‍⁠‌ of Escolea were⁠ attacked… from today​‍​ onward, they will‌ experience hell.”

Bernard’s‍ face turned red.‌

Between​ anger and alcohol,‍ his reason unraveled.⁠

“Who‍‍ would have thought…⁠‍ that demons would‌​‍ be targeting me…‌ those same demons‍‌ people call paranoia⁠​‍ to even talk‍‌‌ about…”

His‌‌ eyes filled with‌⁠​ tears.

“Don’t‍⁠⁠ cry.”

“Sniff…‌ I’m sorry…”

Perda​‌ watched him with‌‍⁠ an uncomfortable expression⁠ as he wiped‌​ his tears.

“In​‌​ any case, now​ you know. Demons​ constantly seek to​‍​ bring this continent‍​⁠ to destruction.”

“Yes…”‍

“This‍ continent must be‌‌‌ ours. And even‌ if it weren’t,‍​ it must never​⁠‌ fall into the‌‌ hands of demons.”‌‌

“I⁠​ agree.”

“Then​‌ I will make​​⁠ you a proposal.”​​

He‌⁠ extended his hand⁠‌​ toward Bernard, who​‍ was intoxicated by‌‍ alcohol and emotions.‍

“Lend‌‌‍ me the technology⁠​ for the monster‌‌‍ appearance prediction device.”‍​‌

At‌​ that moment, Bernard’s‍ mind cleared.

“Lend‌ it…?”

“Exactly.⁠ The blueprints and‌‌ the mechanism to⁠‍‍ create that device.”⁠⁠⁠

It‌ was a polite⁠​‌ request, but in⁠‍⁠ reality it meant⁠ handing everything over.‍

Bernard‍ understood immediately.

“So…​ that’s what this​ was?”

he‍​ asked in a trembling voice.

“What‍ do you mean?”‍

“Putting​​‌ me under surveillance,⁠‌‍ waiting until I was in danger…​‍ and giving me​ this bottle… was‍⁠ all of it‍‌ to obtain my⁠⁠ technology?”

A trick to manipulate​⁠⁠ his emotions.

To‍ make him let​⁠ go of even​ the last thread‍ of reason.

He‍⁠ thought Perda would‍ deny it.

That,‌‍​ like any noble,⁠​ he would hide‌‍ his intentions and​ argue.

But​ that wasn’t the⁠ case.

“That’s‍‍ right.”

Perda⁠ admitted it without‌‌ hesitation.

Bernard,‍ completely shaken, stood⁠ up abruptly.

“Manipulating‍​ someone at their⁠ lowest just to‌‌‍ get what you​‍ want…! You should‌‌ be ashamed, regent‌⁠‌ of Valdrova!”

Unlike‌⁠ him, Perda responded​​⁠ calmly.

“Why‍ should I be‌ ashamed?”

“What‍⁠ do you mean‌‍​ why?! Do you⁠⁠‌ think you can​⁠​ play with someone’s⁠‌‍ life like that​‍‍ just to win‍⁠​ their favor?!”

“If⁠ I wanted your⁠⁠⁠ favor, I would‍⁠ have flattered you.⁠ I would have​‍‍ told you pleasant‍​ lies. But I’m⁠ not interested in​‍ your approval.”

Perda’s⁠‍‌ gaze shifted to‍​ Bernard’s head.

“I‍‍​ want you to⁠ live solely because​​‍ you possess that⁠‍‌ technology.”

“So‌‌ I’m only alive​ because I’m useful?”‍​

“You‌ almost died because⁠​‍ of that technology,‌​‍ and now you‌‌ live because of‍⁠ it. Does that⁠​‍ seem strange to​‌ you?”

He⁠‍‌ couldn’t refute it.​

He‌⁠​ nearly died for‌ being useful and⁠⁠ lived for the​ same reason.

But‌ that meant outside⁠​​ of that, he‌​ was worth nothing.⁠

Bernard​ couldn’t bear it.‍‌​

“You…​ you are not​ human!”

He‌​⁠ pointed with a trembling finger.

Staggering⁠⁠ from the alcohol,⁠‍‍ he walked toward⁠⁠ the door.

“If‍‌‍ you leave here,​‌​ you will die.”​

Bernard’s‌​‍ steps stopped.

Those‍‍​ words, filled with⁠⁠​ ominous darkness, wrapped‍⁠ around his feet‍​​ like a rope.‍

“Are‌⁠​ you threatening me?”⁠‍​

“No.​‌ I’m telling you‍ the truth. If​‌ you wander around‌⁠‍ at this hour,⁠ it won’t be​‌ demons—it will be⁠‍‌ monsters that devour⁠‍ you.”

“I’d‌‌ rather be devoured‍‌‍ than stay in‍​‍ a place like⁠ this!”

Perda‌‌​ set his cup‌‌ down on the‌‌​ table and stood‌ up.

“Then‌⁠ everything you have​​​ built will collapse​ in vain.”

Bernard’s​ body trembled.

That​ sentence, spoken with‍ apparent indifference, was​ not Perda’s selfishness.‌

It‍‍ was the truth⁠ Bernard knew deep⁠‍ down.

“The‌ one who attacked​‍‌ you took your⁠⁠⁠ appearance. What do⁠‌ you think someone​ can do with‌‍⁠ your face?”

“……”‌

“Destroy⁠ everything only you​‍‍ know, in silence.​​ The blueprints and‌ records will be‌ reduced to ashes,⁠⁠ scattered by the‍‍ wind. As if⁠⁠⁠ nothing had ever‌‌ existed.”

“……”‌

“And⁠​ after that? What‍⁠⁠ do you think⁠‍‍ someone with the‍‌‌ face of an⁠‍‍ incompetent rector will​​ do? Sit at‍ your desk, sleep​ in your bed.⁠ Scribble documents and⁠ sign approvals. Spend⁠ budgets recklessly while‍‌ destroying you and‍⁠‌ your city.”

“Ugh…”​​‌

Bernard‌⁠​ collapsed onto the⁠⁠ floor.

To⁠ him, Escolea and‍‌ his research were​⁠​ like his wife⁠‍⁠ and child.

Imagining​ both being destroyed​ without him knowing‌ was unbearable.

“Sniff…⁠⁠ sniff…”

Finally,​‌ he broke down‍‌⁠ crying, curling his‌⁠ body and trembling.‌‌

He‌ was alone. Isolated.‌⁠

“I‍ am the one‌ who declared that⁠ I will conquer​⁠​ the demon land.‌‌‌ Demons are my⁠​⁠ enemies, a plague⁠‍ that must disappear.”‌

Perda‍‍⁠ extended his hand.‍⁠‌

“To⁠​ achieve that, I need the technology‍⁠‌ you possess.”

Bernard‍⁠​ looked at that‌​ hand.

The⁠ Perda he knew​​ was a 3-circle​‌‌ mage.

But‌‍⁠ that hand was⁠ not soft like‌ that of a noble mage.

It‌‌‌ had calluses.

It‍‌ was the hand​⁠​ of someone from​‌ a family of‍‍‍ knights.

Someone‌⁠‌ who once dreamed‌ of becoming a knight.

That​ dream had been‍‍ destroyed, and now​‌‌ he was the‌‍⁠ duke’s consort.

Strangely,‍⁠​ Bernard felt honor‌​ and trust in‌ that hand.

“I⁠​​ will share the​ blueprints and the​​ mechanism of the​‍​ device I am⁠⁠ developing. But…”

He​​ pointed at his‍​ own chest with‌​ a trembling finger.⁠⁠‌

“This⁠ knowledge is entirely‍‌ mine. Make sure⁠⁠‌ that is made‍⁠ clear.”

What⁠ he demanded was⁠ authorship.

Not⁠ even allowing anyone‍ else to claim​ credit.

For‌‌⁠ an academic, that‍​ was everything.

For​​‌ Perda, it meant‌ nothing.

“Your⁠⁠‍ name will remain⁠​‍ in history.”

***​​​

Perda⁠ headed to Consilus’s⁠‌‍ territory together with​ Rector Bernard.

When​ he returned to‌​​ Escolea, Arwen would‍ take care of‍​‍ him well before‌ escorting him.

“How‍⁠‌ is the rector?”⁠​

Perda‌⁠ asked Count Consilus,​‌ who was seated‍​ in front of​​⁠ him.

“According‍‌ to the priests,‌⁠⁠ the shock was​‍‍ severe. He needs​‍⁠ at least one‍​⁠ more day of⁠‍⁠ rest. He has⁠‍ never been so⁠⁠‌ close to dying‍‌⁠ at someone else’s‌‌ hands.”

“I‍‌ see.”

“More‌ than that, his​ body was affected‍‍ by drinking so‍ much all at​​ once. As if​​⁠ he had been‍​ drinking uncontrollably.”

“I⁠‍​ gave it to‌‍⁠ him. That liquor⁠ you gave me.”‌‍​

“You​⁠ gave him the​ whole bottle?”

“He​ drank half of‌ it right there.”​‌

“Why⁠ would he do​ something so extreme?”⁠​‌

“Because‍​ it hurts.”

Perda‍ took a sip​ of tea.

“I⁠ gave it to‍ him because it⁠‍ hurt enough to​⁠ kill.”

“It’s‍‌‌ a miracle he⁠‍ didn’t die.”

“It’s‍‌‌ fine if he‍ rests, but send​‌‍ him to Escolea⁠‍ as soon as‍‍ possible. I need⁠ something from him.”‍‌​

“I’ll⁠ inform Arwen.”

Consilus⁠⁠ wore a stunned​ expression.

He⁠‌‌ recalled what he⁠​‌ had seen when‍⁠ Perda’s carriage arrived‍‌‍ at his castle‍⁠⁠ a few hours‌‍ earlier.

“I’ve‍ seen thousands of‌ monsters in my‌‍ life… but a demon is a first.”

“It’s​​ nothing to be‌​‍ surprised about. I hadn’t seen one⁠‍⁠ before either.”

“More‍​ than that, it’s​‌​ the first time‍‍ I’ve seen a demon capable of​ imitating a human.”⁠‍‌

Demons​‍⁠ had three distinctive‍‌ traits.

Sharp​‍⁠ teeth, red eyes,‌⁠ and black skin.‍​​

“I⁠ think it could‌⁠​ have been mistaken⁠⁠‌ for a doppelgänger.”‍⁠

“A‍‌ doppelgänger?”

“If‌ it can imitate​ appearance and voice,‌‌ there’s no other⁠ explanation. The rector⁠⁠‍ was confused, with‍‌⁠ no time to‌ think.”

“So⁠​ he could have‍ been mistaken.”

“Yes.”⁠⁠‍

It​ made sense.

Perda‍ reflected for a moment.

“Do‌​ you know the⁠​ difference between a doppelgänger and the⁠‍ original human?”

“They​ can copy the⁠⁠⁠ exterior, but not‍‌ what’s under the‍​ clothes. That’s why⁠‌ they are stripped‍ to verify.”

“Correct.‌ But this one‍⁠​ imitated even that.‍‍ Even the genitals.”⁠

“Even…‌ that?”

“If​‌⁠ you do things‌ halfway, you end‍⁠‍ up dead.”

“True.​ If even that​‍‌ was the same,⁠⁠‍ then it’s not‌​ imitation, it’s practically‌‍ a copy.”

“Not⁠​ just that. His‍​​ mana was identical​ to the rector’s.‌⁠ He didn’t imitate​⁠‍ him—he became him.”⁠⁠

“If‍‌​ he became him,​⁠ then it would⁠ be impossible to‌⁠‍ distinguish. Sir Zeid‌‍‌ has exceptional perception.”‍‌⁠

“It⁠ was luck.”

He⁠ was grateful that​‍‍ he was bald.‍‍ And that he⁠⁠​ took such good​​ care of that​ shine.

“And​​‍ that doppelgänger demon​ is still alive?”‍‌

“Yes.⁠ We’ve chained him‌⁠⁠ tightly and I ordered the executioner‌‌ to torture him.”​

“Still‍ going?”

“Yes.”‍‍​

“How​ long has it‍ been?”

“About​ four hours.”

Perda‌‌‌ rested his finger‍ on his chin.‌‌

“How⁠ long until he‍ gets information out‍‌‌ of him?”

“He’s‌⁠ a professional. Give‍​ him two days…”⁠‍

“Not‌ even one day‌ is acceptable to⁠​ me.”

“I’ll⁠ tell him to‌‍​ push himself to⁠​⁠ the limit.”

“No.”⁠‍‍

Perda‌⁠‌ stood up from​​⁠ his seat.

“I’m‍‌‌ impatient, but making‌ a fuss when​ there’s a solution⁠‍ isn’t efficient.”

“You⁠ mean you intend⁠​ to torture him⁠​‌ yourself?”

“I‍⁠‍ have some experience‌​​ in that field.”‍​‍

A noble saying he‍‍ has experience in⁠‍ torture.

But⁠ it wasn’t surprising.‌⁠‌

Perda‌ was someone who​⁠ had killed Tesalos‌​ Wolcher without even⁠‍ blinking.

“May⁠ I use the⁠ alchemy workshop?”

“Yes.​ Although we don’t⁠⁠‍ have enough materials‌ for poisons… is‌ that alright?”

“It’s⁠‍⁠ fine. I’m not‍‌‍ going to make⁠‌ poison anyway.”

“Ah…​ then you may⁠‌ use it without‍⁠​ issue…”

Perda​‍‌ headed toward the‌⁠​ workshop, and Consilus‍‌ watched his back⁠‍ as he walked⁠‍ away.

‘If‍ it’s not poison…‍​‌ what the hell​​‌ is he going​‌‍ to prepare…? Huh?’‌

His⁠‌ thought was interrupted​ by doubt.

What​​‍ he saw was‍‍‍ Perda’s back moving​ away.

Something‍‍ was writhing and‌ moving on his⁠ back, beneath the⁠ black clothes.

“Maybe​‌ I’m getting old…‌ I’m seeing strange​‍ things…”

Consilus​‍ rubbed his eyes‌ and stood up‌‌ as if nothing‌‌ had happened.

***​‍

Deep⁠ in the underground‍​‍ prison of Count⁠⁠ Consilus’s castle.

The​‌ executioner, wearing a black hood, carried‍ out his duty.⁠

The⁠ man with the‌ appearance of Rector⁠‍‌ Bernard hung in‍​‌ a pitiful state.⁠‌

Bound⁠⁠ to a steel⁠‌ torture device, with​ damaged tendons, not‍‍​ even a knight’s‍‌ strength could easily​​ escape.

In​ that place where​‍ only the executioner‌ and the prisoner‌ were present, an‌⁠ unexpected guest entered.​

“Greetings,​⁠​ regent of Valdrova.”‍‌

“May⁠‍ I observe your⁠‍⁠ work for a moment?”

“Yes,‌​ go ahead.”

The‍ executioner stepped aside,‍ and Perda moved‌ forward.

The‌ man’s condition was‌ deplorable.

His​‌ face was swollen,‌‍‌ and his body⁠‌ covered in bruises.⁠

“Impressive.”‍‍‍

Perda​‌ murmured.

“Your⁠ skill in inflicting​ pain without killing​‍ is remarkable.”

“…It’s⁠‌ an honor.”

The​⁠‍ executioner, confused by⁠⁠ praise he had⁠ never heard before,⁠ didn’t know how‍ to react.

That⁠​⁠ place was practically⁠​ hell.

And​⁠ yet, Perda had‌ entered without hesitation​ and called it⁠⁠ “impressive.”

“Your​ work ends here.”‍‌⁠

“We‍‌⁠ haven’t obtained information‌​ yet…”

“I​ will handle it‌ personally. This is​ for your effort.”⁠

Perda​‍ handed him three​ gold coins.

The‍ executioner, surprised by‍ the amount, immediately‍​ understood what to‌‍ do.

He‍‌​ left the room.⁠​⁠

Perda‌​‍ pulled a chair​​ closer and sat​‍⁠ in front of⁠‍ the bound man.​⁠‌

The‍​ man had his​⁠ head lowered, eyes‌​⁠ closed.

“I‍ know you’re still‍ conscious. Since you’ve⁠​ become a demon,‍‌ you should stop‌⁠⁠ pretending to be‍ a weak human.”‍⁠

Then​‍ the man raised⁠​⁠ his head.

His​‌ face was swollen,⁠​ but his eyes‌ had not lost‌‌ their life.

A glint of interest‌​ appeared in Perda’s⁠ eyes.

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