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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 59: A Miserable Life

Chapter 59: A Miserable Life

“First.”‍⁠‌

Perda‌‌‌ opened the conversation.​‌

A damp echo, fitting​ for the basement,‌ resonated.

“I‌ must sincerely thank⁠‍⁠ you.”

“……”​‌​

“If‌‌ you hadn’t attacked‌ that day, I would have had‍‍‌ to monitor Director⁠ Bernard for days‌​ and nights, which‌ would have been⁠‍‍ an unnecessary waste.”‌‍‌

“If​ you’re so grateful…‍ could you let​‍ me go?”

“Not⁠‌ that. I’m grateful,‌‌ not an idiot.”​‌⁠

Perda‌ dragged a chair⁠ and placed it​‌ in front of⁠‌‍ him.

“That​​ transformation technique is‍⁠ quite interesting. It’s​ not magical imitation​⁠ or perception distortion,‌‍⁠ nor a clumsy⁠‍​ copy like that⁠ of doppelgängers.”

“If‌‌​ you find it​‍‌ so fascinating, I can turn into‍‍​ you as well,⁠ regent.”

He‍‌‍ said with a chuckle, in a mocking tone.

“You‍‍⁠ can do it⁠ with me too?”‍

Perda‌​‍ took the joke‍ seriously.

“As‌​ long as there​ is blood, it’s‌ possible.”

Perda‌​ pulled a clean‌ dagger from his‍ clothes and cut​​​ his arm.

Red​ blood began to​⁠‍ slide down his‍⁠‍ forearm.

“Do‍​​ it.”

“……”‍

The​‍ man collected the‌⁠‍ dripping blood and‌ drank it.

As‌ he consumed a considerable amount, Director‌ Bernard’s appearance began​‍ to change.

He⁠‍⁠ transformed into Perda.‌​​

Gray⁠​ hair, blue eyes.‍​‍

A weak body that‍⁠ once wanted to‍​‍ be a knight,​⁠⁠ but couldn’t.

Though‍‌ covered in bruises‌ and with broken​⁠ teeth, it was‍​ undoubtedly Perda’s image.‌‌‌

“It​‌​ seems you can’t‍​⁠ repair the injuries.​ What happened to⁠ that monstrous healing‌ ability?”

“My‌ function is to‍ become that human.‍⁠‌ A human cannot‌‍​ have that kind⁠ of healing.”

“You’re⁠‍​ meticulous.”

Deliberately⁠‍​ removing the enhanced⁠⁠ traits of demons‍⁠ and focusing only‍ on imitating humans.⁠​

Perda‍ stared at him.​

The‍⁠ man, meeting his‌‌‍ gaze, let out‌‍ a laugh.

“Perda​​ Valdrova… I thought​⁠⁠ you were crazy,​ but you exceed​‌ my imagination…”

“What‍‌ do you mean?”⁠​⁠

Perda‌‌ tilted his head.‍‍‌

“What​ you’re seeing is‌ yourself. Your own‌ broken and shattered​ self. And yet,⁠ you stand there⁠⁠⁠ as if it‍​ were something interesting.”⁠

“It’s⁠ not interesting.”

“And​‍​ yet your eyes‍​‍ don’t even waver?”⁠​‍

It​‍‍ was true.

Perda​ neither looked away‍‌ nor showed fear.⁠​⁠

He⁠‌ was observing his‍​​ own ruined state.‍​‌

“You…⁠‍ were expelled from‍​ the Rosnova family,⁠​ weren’t you?”

“……”‍‍‍

“I‌ can feel how‍‌ hard you tried.⁠‍‍ You have no⁠‍​ muscles, but you​ broke your bones⁠​ and filled your‌‌ hands with blisters​ from all that​​ effort, didn’t you?”⁠​​

“……”‍⁠‌

“But​ your father didn’t​ acknowledge it.”

“That’s‌ right. And that’s⁠ why I ended‍ up becoming a fiancé.”

“No.‌ That was just‍‌ an excuse to‍ throw you out.‌‌‌ You know it‍‍​ too.”

The⁠​⁠ man, wearing Perda’s‍⁠ face, smiled in‍ a twisted way.​‍

“You​ were abandoned for‍⁠ lack of talent.⁠ Just like me,⁠ discarded trash.”

In​ his eyes there‌‌‌ was a plea​​ for kinship.

The‌⁠​ kinship born from‍​⁠ sharing the same‌ emotion called revenge.‌‌⁠

The‌ man with Perda’s​ face longed for‌‌ revenge.

Revenge⁠‌‍ against the king‍⁠‍ who betrayed his‌‌ loyalty.

Revenge‌​ against the father⁠‌ who abandoned his‌ son.

That⁠⁠‌ feeling of anger‍​‌ was something Perda⁠‌‍ could understand deeply.​

“Yes,⁠⁠‌ I was abandoned.”‌⁠⁠

Perda​ showed contempt.

“But​​ you and I are different. Very​ different.”

“In​​‍ what way?”

“The⁠‍​ soul.”

Perda‍⁠ pointed to his​⁠​ chest.

“My‌‍​ soul was always⁠⁠‍ mine.”

He‍ looked at the​ man with disdain.‍⁠‍

Hearing⁠ that, the man‍ shouted in fury.‍‌⁠

“My‍‌ soul hasn’t been‌ sold to anyone!‍ This is the‌⁠​ path I chose!”​

“No.‍​ You sold your⁠‌ soul. You let⁠ that trash appraise​ you and didn’t⁠ hesitate to lower​‍​ yourself. That’s why‍ your desire for​ revenge became cheaper‌ than that of⁠‍ a dog.”

The‌‍⁠ man shouted, outraged.⁠‌

“And‌⁠‍ what does that‍​‍ matter? As long‌ as I achieve⁠‍⁠ my revenge, that’s⁠⁠ enough! Even if‌ I destroy myself,‌‍‌ what matters is‌‌ making that bastard⁠⁠‍ suffer worse than‍⁠ hell!”

“No.‍ Revenge requires a soul.”

Perda⁠ put his hand‌⁠ into the bag​‍ he had brought.‍​‌

“Even​‍ if it gets​ dirty and breaks,‍‌ it is only‌‌‍ achieved when you​‌⁠ keep your soul‌ entirely your own.”‌

He‌​ took out a vial.

Without⁠⁠​ a label or‌‌‍ distinctive color, it⁠‍ was impossible to⁠⁠ know what it⁠⁠​ contained.

There‌​ were seven in​‌​ total.

“So‍‍ stop pretending you⁠⁠⁠ understand me just⁠ because you have‌‍ my appearance.”

He‌‌ opened one and‌‍‍ stepped closer.

“And​ enjoy life.”

***‌⁠

Upper​‌‌ floor of the⁠ castle, alchemy workshop.⁠‍

The⁠‌ alchemist was tidying​‍ up.

“May‍ I come in?”‌​

Hearing‍‌ the familiar voice​​ of an elderly‌‍‍ man, the alchemist​⁠ stopped and bowed‍⁠ his head.

“Count⁠​​ Consilus, it’s an‍​⁠ honor. Of course,‍​ you may enter‌ whenever you wish.”‌‍

“Thank⁠⁠ you for allowing⁠‍​ Regent Valdrova to‌‌‌ use the workshop.”‌

“Not​⁠​ at all. How‍ could I refuse⁠​ a request from‌ the count?”

Consilus‍‌​ pretended to look⁠ around before speaking.⁠​

“By‌‍‌ the way, do⁠‌ you know what‌‌‌ kind of medicine‌ the regent prepared?”‍‍

“Here‌​‌ is the list⁠ of materials he‌‍‍ requested.”

The​‍ perceptive alchemist showed​​‌ him the records.‍

Consilus‍‌ reviewed them.

Although​ he was a knight and military⁠‌‌ man, he had​‌‌ basic knowledge, including‌‍⁠ alchemy.

That’s‍ why he frowned.​⁠‍

“This…⁠ these look like​​ ingredients for a recovery potion, don’t‌‌ they?”

The‌ alchemist nodded.

“Yes,​ correct.”

“He​⁠⁠ came all the‍ way here just‍‍‍ to make that?​‍‌ He could have‌​ asked you.”

“That’s​‍ what I thought‌⁠ too.”

“That’s‌ what you thought?”​⁠

The⁠‌⁠ sigh he was‍ about to let‌ out disappeared.

The⁠⁠ alchemist hesitated.

“Well…‌​⁠ that is…”

“Speak.​⁠ Even mild criticism‍‍ will be allowed.”‍

“Risking​‍‌ offense… Regent Valdrova…​‍ has no skill​ in alchemy… no,‌‍ he’s worse than‍ a beginner.”

His‍ voice was filled‍‍ with rejection.

Consilus‌ blinked.

“That​​​ bad?”

“Yes.​ He made mistakes⁠‍ that not even‌ a beginner would‍‌ make. If one⁠‌ of my apprentices​ did that, I’d⁠​⁠ slap him.”

“Hmm…”​⁠​

“Ah,​​ sorry, that was‍⁠ disrespectful…”

Consilus​​ stroked his beard‍​ and thought before‍​ speaking.

“I⁠ don’t think it’s‌ a lack of⁠​‌ skill.”

“But​​‌ the methods and‍​ procedures were completely‌‌ wrong. Unless he​‍‍ was a beginner…”⁠‍

“Tell⁠‌ me. If the​‌ process is incorrect,‌​‌ what effect does​⁠⁠ it produce?”

“Well…”‌⁠‌

The‌ alchemist checked his‍‍⁠ notes.

“For⁠‍‌ example, he stirred⁠ too quickly.”

“And⁠‍ that?”

“It⁠⁠ reduces the effect‌ of the potion.”⁠​

“And‌ more?”

“During​‌ cooling, he stirred‌ the cauldron. That​⁠⁠ also reduces the‍‌ recovery effect. And…”‍‍​

He‌ began listing mistakes.​

More‌​‍ than twenty errors​⁠‌ in a short‍ process.

“All‍⁠ of that…”

The⁠⁠ alchemist was astonished.‌

Alchemy​‌ is delicate.

A single mistake can‍ completely nullify the‍ effect.

But⁠‍ all of Perda’s‌ mistakes had a consistent result.

“They​​‌ all reduce the‌⁠​ speed and efficiency⁠ of recovery…”

It​‍⁠ wasn’t the error​‍ of a beginner.​

It‌‍​ was completely intentional.‌⁠​

***‍‍

“Ugh…!”‍

The‌⁠​ man’s entire body⁠​⁠ tensed to the‍ limit.

The​ veins in his​​ neck bulged, blood‌ vessels protruded, and​ as he clenched‍ his broken teeth,‌⁠ even those began‍ to crumble.

“Do​ you feel it?”‌‍‍

Perda⁠​ shook the empty‌ vial as he‌⁠‍ asked.

Everything‍‌ that had been‌​ inside was now⁠‌⁠ in the man’s⁠‍‌ body.

“Doesn’t‍‍‍ it feel like​⁠ your entire body⁠ is a field​‌​ of flames? Like‌ it’s burning you‍ slowly, but unbearably‍ hot.”

“Ugh…!‌ What the hell…⁠‍​ did you do‍ to me?!”

He​‍‌ couldn’t finish the‍‍ sentence.

But‌‌‌ Perda answered.

“A​ miserable life.”

“W-what…⁠​⁠ is that?!”

“That’s‍‌ what I called‍​ it. It’s the‍‌‌ most painful life‍‍ that can be⁠‌ given to someone‌‌ like you, who‌⁠ was already prepared⁠​⁠ to die. And‍‌ what you’re feeling‍‍ now is the‍ growing pain of​ nerves that had⁠‌ died from torture‍ and are coming‍ back to life.”‌

“Ugh…!?”‍‍

“That’s​ right. I’m not‌⁠ killing you. I’m‌⁠ keeping you alive.”⁠

“Shut‍​ up…!”

That⁠⁠​ couldn’t be recovery.​‍⁠

Perda⁠​ shook the empty⁠‍⁠ vial.

“Strange,​ isn’t it? The​⁠​ better a recovery‌⁠ potion is, the​⁠ faster and stronger⁠ it regenerates. That’s‌ why high-level ones​ are always popular.‌ They’re well refined​ and leave no‌​ side effects, even‍‍ if used in⁠‍​ combat.”

The‍ man had been‌ a knight.

He​‌ had been on​‌⁠ the battlefield, so​ he knew well‌‌⁠ the effect of‌​ high-quality potions.

“On⁠⁠ the other hand,⁠​ cheap ones are‍‌‍ painful. They recover⁠‍ slowly and poorly.‍‍‍ What I made‌‌ is the cheapest​‌ of the cheap.‌ So, if I press here…”

Perda‌​ gently pressed a bruise with his‍ index finger.

“Aaaaah!”‍‍​

A tearing scream burst​ from his mouth.‌

The​⁠‍ man who had‍‌ endured the executioner’s⁠ torture screamed for‌ the first time.⁠‌​

“Newly​‌​ regenerated nerves are‍ extremely sensitive. If‍‍ a finger does‍​ this…”

Perda‍ picked up an⁠‌ object the executioner‌‌‍ had left behind.‌

It‌‍ was long and⁠​⁠ sharp.

A needle.

“What⁠ do you think⁠‌ will happen with​ this?”

Clink,‌‌ clink.

“Stop…‍⁠​ stooop!!”

The​⁠‍ man began to⁠‌ lose his mind‍ and struggle.

“I’ll​ tell you everything!​​⁠ I’ll tell you​ everything!”

“Tell​ what?”

“There​‌ must be a reason for this​‌ torture, damn it!⁠ I’ll tell you​⁠ everything! I’ll tell⁠ you where our⁠⁠ base is! Just​‌⁠ stop! Please! Pleeease!”‍‍⁠

Five‍⁠‍ minutes.

That’s‍​ how long it‍⁠ took for someone‌ who had resisted​‍ the executioner to​ break.

It⁠ was ridiculously fast.‌

Of⁠ course, he learned​⁠ to endure dying,​⁠‌ but never to‍‍ endure living.

“No.”‌‍

Instead​‍ of interrogating him,​‍⁠ Perda placed a gag in his‌⁠ mouth.

“Your​​ surrender was expected,‌ but not now.”​‌

He​ set the empty‍⁠⁠ vial down and​⁠⁠ took another.

The‍ liquid inside swirled.‍

To​‌ his sensitive ears,‌​‌ it sounded like‌‌ waves crashing in⁠‍ a storm.

“Sing​ a little more.‍‍⁠ Enjoy a little‍‌ more that miserable​⁠ life you abandoned.”⁠‌

On​⁠ the spiral staircase⁠​ leading down to​​​ the basement,

the⁠ screams of a sinner in hell‌​ did not cease.‌⁠‌

***⁠​

Three​​ hours later, Perda​ met again with‍‌ Count Consilus in‌ the hall.

“I‍‌ discovered some interesting‌ things.”

“What‌ kind of things?”​

“They​​ call themselves Doppler.”​⁠

“Doppler?⁠‍⁠ Sounds derived from‍ doppelgänger.”

“That’s​​‍ right. They say‌⁠ they are a superior version of⁠‌‍ doppelgängers.”

“What‌‌‍ arrogance. Very fitting​ of demons.”

Count‍‌​ Consilus let out‌​ a laugh.

“I‍ never imagined we’d​ obtain information about​⁠‍ demons.”

“It’s‍⁠‍ because they’re closer‌‍ to humans than‌ anything else. If‌​ they weren’t, the⁠ torture methods I know wouldn’t have‌‍ worked.”

“Truly‍⁠ impressive. You’ve created‌‌‌ something we couldn’t​⁠ even imagine…”

Even​ the castle’s alchemist,⁠⁠‍ with thirty years‍ of experience, was​‌‍ astonished.

Perda​⁠ had ruined the​‍ recovery potion in‌‌ a far more‍‍⁠ complex way than​⁠‌ making it correctly.​

It‌ was practically art.​

“These​‍ so-called Doppler… Bernard‍ must not have‍‌ been the first.⁠​ Do you know​ how long they’ve‌ existed?”

“He‌ said they started‌ ten years ago.​‍ He was servant​ rank and only‍ recently rose to‌‍ knight, so he​⁠‍ doesn’t know precisely.”⁠‍‌

Demons‍​ have hierarchies.

Those‍ of servant rank⁠ are expendable human​‌ followers.

From⁠⁠ knight rank onward,⁠ they begin to​‍‌ truly use demonic⁠ power.

“If‌‌⁠ they’ve existed for⁠‌ ten years, they​ must already be‌​ infiltrated everywhere.”

“In‌ Escolea, and probably‌ also in the​‌⁠ Grand Council.”

“That…​ can’t be. How‍​ can there be​ chaos within Blancaros’s⁠‌ absolute domain?”

“They‍ already knew what‍ Bernard said in‍ the Council. Whether​‌ human or Doppler,‍ it’s a fact⁠​‍ that there are‌‍ demon followers inside.”‍‌​

Consilus⁠ understood it, but⁠‍‍ fully accepting it​ was another matter.⁠‍‌

“The⁠‌ Grand Council, symbol‌ of the continent’s​ unity, will lose‍​ credibility.”

A place created for​ the harmony of​ Serdes.

That‌‍ the subordinates of‌‌⁠ the evil dragon‍ Godwin were infiltrated⁠ within Blancaros’s territory‍‍ would shake the‌⁠⁠ continent.

“What​​ do you plan⁠​⁠ to do?”

Consilus⁠‌ asked.

Perhaps‌ Perda had a solution.

“The⁠‌⁠ best option is‍‌‌ a preemptive strike.”‍⁠

“A‍​‌ surprise attack is‍​ an excellent tactic.​⁠ But we need⁠​ to know where⁠ they are.”

“Of‍‌⁠ course.”

Consilus​ reacted with surprise.‍

“Did⁠​ you discover their​ location?”

“Not​ the main base,‍‌ but a key​‍‍ facility. He was​‌⁠ the guard captain‍ of a research‍‍ center where those​‍ beings are created.​‌‍ That’s why he⁠ knows their weaknesses⁠ well.”

“Then​ we can attack‍‍‍ immediately.”

They​‌ had the location.​ It was perfect.‌

“There’s⁠⁠ a problem.”

“What​ is it?”

“That‌‌⁠ facility is within‌‍ Silverwind’s territory.”

“Ah…”⁠​​

Consilus‍‍⁠ understood the gravity.​

“How‌⁠ complicated. If Silverwind⁠ cooperated…”

“They‌‌ won’t. And asking⁠⁠​ would take time.”⁠​

“True…‌​ then sharing the⁠‌‍ information isn’t a good idea either.”⁠‍‌

“If‍‌ we only wanted‍‍ to eliminate them,‌‌ we could destroy​​ the entire mountain.”​​​

But‍ that place was‍ not just a military target.

It‌‍​ was an information‍​‌ center.

There,‍ they could obtain‌⁠ data on the​‌ Doppler and demonic‌⁠‍ plans.

Perda‍⁠ decided.

“We’ll‌​‍ have to infiltrate,⁠⁠ destroy it, and​‍‍ withdraw.”

An‌⁠ extremely dangerous operation.‍

Just‍ as Perda was⁠ organizing the plan—‌

Consilus⁠⁠‌ spoke first.

“With‍ due respect… could⁠ you grant me‍ that opportunity?”

“Opportunity?”‌⁠‍

“Yes.”‍​

Count‌‌‌ Consilus knelt, placing‍⁠‌ his hand over​ his chest.

“As⁠ the shield of‍‍‌ the Empire and‍ a knight loyal‍ to the Great⁠ Power… I wish​‍‍ to be of‍​ help to you,⁠‌ regent.”

He⁠ was an old⁠ man with white​ hair.

But‍ in his prime,‌ he had been⁠‌ a renowned knight.⁠⁠‍

Now,⁠‍ a man who‌​​ had lost everything.‌⁠‍

Perda⁠⁠ accepted.

“We⁠⁠⁠ leave tomorrow. Prepare​ immediately.”

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