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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 6: Just as expected, he wasn’t dead

Chapter 6: Just as expected, he wasn’t dead

“Well,‍ surprising.”

Luri,​ who had entered‌​ to prepare breakfast,​​ spoke those words⁠‍ upon seeing Perda.⁠‍

As‍ a dragonspawn and‍‍​ the sole servant‌ of Queen Valdrova,​‍‍ she had a very sharp eye.‍‍⁠

“Did⁠ you really open​⁠⁠ a circle?”

In​ a single night?‍

Perda‌​ nodded.

“That’s‌ right.”

“A⁠⁠ common human could⁠‌⁠ never do that​‌ in a day.”‍‌

“Maybe‌ it’s because I’m​ not common? But⁠‌ I’d rather you​​ answer something for​⁠‍ me.”

“What‍ do you mean?”⁠‍​

“Is​‌​ this enough to⁠ prove I’m worthy⁠​ to be her⁠ consort?”

“……”‌⁠‍

Luri‌⁠‍ pressed her lips​​ together and looked⁠ at him in‍ silence.

The​‍‌ standard of potential​‌​ she herself had​⁠‌ set had already‌​​ been exceeded.

‘No,​‍ he’s even surpassed​​‌ it.’

Two⁠‌ weeks ago, when‍‍‌ she had posed‌⁠⁠ the challenge, she​ had thought the‌‍‍ following if on​‌ the last day,​ pushing himself to‌⁠​ the limit, he‌‌‌ managed even a flicker, that would⁠ already be a miracle.

But​‌ in just two​‌ weeks, Perda had​​ fulfilled the condition⁠⁠⁠ with ease.

‘Not⁠​ even two weeks…‍‍ he did it⁠​ in a single‍‍‍ night.’

The‌⁠‍ reason for that‍ sudden clarity was​​ undoubtedly her lady’s‌‍ battle.

But‌⁠ what could possibly​ change in a human from witnessing‌⁠ that?

At​ most, he should’ve⁠ been crushed by‌ fear and awe.⁠​

Besides,​‍ she herself had‌‍‌ carried him to⁠‍ bed, fully aware⁠ of the pitiful‍ state he had‌⁠ ended up in.‍⁠‍

That‍ he now acted‌‌ so calmly, as⁠ if nothing had‍‍‍ happened, irritated her.‍

“Why⁠​⁠ won’t you answer?”⁠⁠

“…It’s‍​ fine.”

“What‍​ is?”

“Your‌‍⁠ question about the‍ requirement.”

Luri​​ coughed hard and‍‍‍ changed the subject.​

“Since‍⁠​ you’ve passed the​‍ condition, you may​​‍ rest until the⁠ day of the‍ engagement. Well done.”‌‌

“Resting⁠‌ sounds nice, but‌⁠ I’ve still got​‍ a long way⁠ to go.”

After⁠ finishing breakfast, Perda​ wiped his mouth​‌ with a napkin‌‌ and stood up.​⁠

“Is‍ there a place⁠ I can practice?”⁠‌​

“Practice⁠‍​ what exactly?”

“Magic.”⁠‍​

Luri​ shook her head.‍

“Unfortunately,‌​ we don’t have⁠​ magical tools. I could bring some,⁠‍ but it would‌​ take about three‍ days.”

“That​⁠ won’t be necessary.⁠‌ What I need‌⁠ isn’t so sophisticated.”‍

For‍​‍ the training he‍ had in mind,‌ he didn’t require⁠⁠ expensive or delicate⁠ artifacts.

“Just⁠ some targets will‍ do.”

“Targets?”​‌

“Yes,‍ a few scarecrows.”⁠

Luri​‌⁠ frowned.

What‌‍ could a beginner⁠‍⁠ who had barely‌‍‍ opened his first​⁠ circle achieve by⁠ hitting scarecrows?

But‍‍ for Perda, it‌ was the best—⁠ the most suitable‍⁠ tool.

His⁠ training required a delicacy that no‍‍ artifact could measure‌‌‌ or correct.

And‍ that delicacy was‍‍⁠ something he could​ already control on‍ his own.

***⁠‍

Luri‌ led him to‌ the clearing where‍‌ she had spread​‌‍ her wings to‌‍ fly to the⁠ mountaintop.

That⁠⁠ place became the‌‌ training field.

It​ was terrain meant‌ for regular soldiers,⁠‍‌ not for mages—straw⁠‍​ scarecrows, stakes with‌​ distance markers, obstacles,‍ various tools.

‘Now‌⁠⁠ I understand how⁠‍⁠ she manages to‍​ maintain this castle⁠‍​ alone.’

In‍⁠​ just thirty minutes,‍ she had transformed‌‍⁠ the clearing into‍ a training ground.​⁠⁠

With‍⁠ that kind of⁠ skill and speed⁠⁠ in preparing a space, what couldn’t⁠ she do?

Perda,‌​‌ seeing Luri standing‌ beside him, said,‍

“Thanks⁠​‌ for setting it‍‍​ up.”

“What‍ exactly do you‍⁠ plan to practice?”‌​‌

“Mana⁠‌⁠ control.”

Luri‌ tilted her head.‍‌⁠

“Why‌⁠‍ control it?”

“To‍ use magic efficiently.⁠⁠ A lot of‍⁠ it gets wasted‍ from overuse, or‌ fails from lack.”‍‌⁠

She⁠ tilted her head‍⁠ again.

“That​ happens?”

“Don’t‍ dragons? I’ve heard‌ that all dragons,‍ even just a little, know how‌​ to use magic.”⁠⁠​

Luri​ nodded.

“That’s‌​‍ true. Depending on​ which sovereign granted‌ us their blood,​‍ the techniques vary,‍⁠ but almost all‍​ dragonspawn can use​⁠ magic.”

“Then​​‌ you don’t understand‍‌ what I’m talking⁠‌ about?”

“Exactly.‍ To put it‌‌‍ simply, what you’re‌⁠⁠ saying sounds like‍​​ being afraid of‌ one day forgetting​ how to breathe.​‍ If other dragonspawn‌ heard you, they’d‌‍ call it ‘primitive.’”‌‍

Perda‌‌ looked at her‍​ intently.

“So,‍​⁠ you think what‌‍ I’m doing is‌​⁠ primitive?”

“I’m‍​ a dragonspawn too.”⁠

So‌ yes, she did.⁠

“Well,​ you’re not entirely​‌ wrong.”

It​⁠ was natural that‍‌⁠ there’d be a chasm between them⁠ and humans.

Dragons​ used magic instinctively.​‍​

Humans,‌​ on the other‍​ hand, had to​​‌ understand it and​ work hard.

That‌⁠ the two sides⁠⁠⁠ didn’t understand each‌​ other was logical.‍‍

Perda⁠⁠ looked back at​⁠ the scarecrows.

“Can⁠‌ I watch your‍‌ training?”

“If​⁠‌ watching someone breathe‌ entertains you, go‍⁠‍ ahead.”

“Then‌ I will.”

Luri​ stepped away and​ watched from a distance.

Perda​ closed his eyes.⁠

To‌ control mana, one‌‌‌ had to seek‍⁠ calm, approach the⁠ gentle flow with​ care.

That⁠‌ was the usual⁠ method.

‘But​ that only works​ for the blue‍⁠⁠ circle.’

Most​‌ established methods were‌ for that kind.⁠

His‌​‌ was a red⁠⁠ circle.

Born⁠ from emotional surges,​⁠⁠ it couldn’t be‌​ governed by the⁠ same rules.

Trying​ to control it⁠​ using those methods‍​ would reduce him‍ to half a mage—useless.

‘I⁠​​ must control what,⁠ in theory, cannot⁠‍‌ be controlled.’

An⁠ absurdity full of‍ contradictions.

But⁠ if he found​‌ the key to‌ mastering that contradiction,‌⁠‍ he would rule​ over his power.⁠‍

And‍ Perda had done⁠ it before.

He‍⁠⁠ closed his eyes‌ and let his‌‍⁠ awareness slowly descend.‍‍

Like⁠ sinking to the​‌ bottom of a lake, his mind‌⁠ reached his abdomen.⁠‍

There​ it was—the circle,⁠​ spinning tightly in‍‌‍ perfect form.

He‍‍ saw it clearly.‌‍⁠

The‍ mana spun fast,⁠ like a torrent‍ during the rainy‌ season.

One​⁠ misstep, and it‌‍ would sweep him⁠‌ away without mercy.​⁠‌

Cautiously,‍ Perda extended his‍⁠​ hand toward it.​​

What⁠ he was attempting​⁠ was like shaping⁠​‍ pottery.

Gently‍‌ touching the rotating​​ edge, maintaining its​ form, and drawing⁠ out the mana.​‍

‘Extract‍ it.’

A step that even‌‍ with a blue‌​ circle took over​‍ a year of​‍ discipline.

With‍‌ a red circle,​‍ it took several‍‌‌ years more.

‘Back⁠‍ then, I bled​‌ to achieve it.’‍‌‌

That‍ memory guided him​ clearly.

Perda‍ focused on the‌​⁠ circle and extended⁠ his fingers.

The⁠ torrent touched his‌​ hand and, from⁠ there, the mana⁠ began to flow—​
as if his​ fingers had become‍ a new channel.​⁠‌

‘I​ can feel it.’‍‌‌

Power‌ rose from the⁠‍ abdomen, traveling through‌ the veins, reaching‌‌ the heart, and‌‌‍ from there into‌​⁠ the arteries.

The‌‍‍ flow spread through​‌ his entire body,‍⁠ coursing through his​ blood as if‌ carving a new⁠ path.

‘This⁠‍‌ would normally take​‌ a year.’

But⁠ Perda found the⁠ path with skill,⁠ and in an‍‌‌ instant, the energy⁠ reached the tip‍​​ of his right⁠⁠ index finger.

‘It⁠⁠​ took me one‍ minute.’

A one-year process, completed⁠‍ in just one‌ minute.

Upon​‌ drawing out the​‍ mana, he moved‍​​ to the next‍ phase—forming the sphere.⁠‍

Woooong—​​‍

The⁠⁠ mana gathered at​​‌ the tip of‍ his finger expanded‍⁠ outward.

He​ could feel fine‍‌​ blue threads spreading⁠‍ from his hand.⁠‍​

‘Condense.’‌​⁠

The‌‍ dispersing mana gathered‍⁠ a palm’s distance⁠ from his finger,​‌‌ clumping together. Soon,‌​‍ the condensed mass‌‍ glowed so intensely‍ that even someone​ untrained in magic‌‌ would have seen​‍​ it clearly.

Perda’s‍⁠⁠ sphere was perfect—smooth,​⁠ solid, complete.

Others​ always let some‌‍ escape as bluish⁠‍​ vapor, but his​ had no waste‍⁠ at all.

‘Normally,‍⁠ this part takes‍‌ another twelve months.’‌

In‌⁠ total, a two-year‌⁠‍ process had been​​ reduced to barely‌ two minutes.

He‍‌‍ didn’t get overly‍​⁠ excited.

As‍​​ Luri had said,⁠ it was as‌​‍ natural as breathing.‍

No‌‍ one gets thrilled‍ just for learning​ how to breathe;​⁠ for Perda, it‌ felt just as⁠⁠ obvious.

‘Final⁠⁠​ phase.’

A task that took​​⁠ any magician six​ years.

Even‍‌ for him, with‍‌‍ all his talent,‌​‍ it had taken⁠‌‍ three to master.‍

It‌⁠ was the stage​ of the three​ cadences.

He⁠ looked at the​​‌ mass of mana​⁠ floating above his‌​ finger—a pure core,‍​‍ capable of transforming⁠‍ into whatever the⁠ user wished.

The‍‍ first thing one‌ did with that‌ core was to‌⁠ throw it—the “mana⁠‍⁠ shot.”

A simple technique—just launch‌⁠ the sphere.

But‌ it also served⁠​ to measure whether‍ a mage was​​ combat-ready.

‘Cohesion,‌ speed, and accuracy.‌​ All three must​‍‍ align.’

That’s‌‌‍ why it was⁠‌ called the Wailing‍ Wall. Many reached‍ the third circle⁠⁠ and still couldn’t‍‌ pass that test.‍

Perda⁠​‌ himself had only‍ succeeded after reaching‌⁠ the second circle.‌⁠

He⁠‍ lifted his gaze​‌ to a scarecrow‍ fifty meters away,‌ the distance marked.‌⁠

“Hm…”‍⁠

He⁠ squinted and murmured.‍

“No,​ not like that.”‌

And⁠‌‍ refocused.

Above‌‍⁠ his finger appeared‍‌⁠ not one, but​‍​ three mana spheres.​⁠

“Yes…​‌ this is the‍‍ right way.”

Only⁠​‌ this was worth‌​​ it.

He‌ traced an arc‍ in the air‌​⁠ with his hand.‍

The⁠‍‌ three mana bullets⁠ flew in a parabolic curve at‍ the same time.‍⁠

His⁠ target—the scarecrow’s forehead.‌‌

Bang,‍‌ bang, bang—!

The‌ compressed spheres exploded​​ with force, and‌⁠‍ the dummy’s head​‌​ vanished without a trace.

Perda‌‍‍ smiled and murmured.​​

“Just‌‍‍ as I thought,⁠‍ I wasn’t dead.”​‌

Firing‍‌‍ three bullets with‍​ a first-level circle‌​​ had cost him‍⁠ half of all⁠ his mana.

But‍‍‍ he was satisfied​ as he climbed‍ the circles, his⁠​ mana reserve would​‌​ grow too.

He‌ had even passed‌ the practical test.‌⁠

He​‌​ no longer had​ doubts about his⁠⁠ own abilities.

His⁠⁠ training ended there.‍

From​​⁠ start to finish,​ the entire process⁠‌‍ had taken barely‌‍​ ten minutes.

***⁠‍

That‍ same night, Luri⁠ descended into the‍‍​ lair.

In‍​ her hands, she‌ held a report​‌​ she had prepared​ herself.

“I​⁠​ present the weekly​⁠ report.”

— Go ahead.

Even​​ though she remained‌‌ secluded, Valdrova still‌​ needed to know‍⁠ how the world‌​⁠ was doing.

Luri,⁠ as the sole⁠ servant, gladly took‌ on that duty.‍​

The​⁠ queen listened to​​ her summary calmly.⁠‌​

Thirty⁠​ minutes later, the⁠​⁠ reading ended, and​​​ Luri closed the⁠‌ documents.

“That‍‌‍ is all.”

— Good. Well done.‌​

“It’s‍⁠‍ nothing worth calling‍​​ work. Is there‍​ anything else you’d‌ like to know?”‍​

Normally,‍‍‌ the answer would​​ be a simple⁠⁠⁠ ‘No, you may​​‌ go.’

But​⁠‍ this time, the‌‍‍ words were different.‌

— You said something‌⁠ I’m curious about?​⁠

Valdrova⁠‍‍ scratched her chin⁠‌​ with a claw.‌‌‌

Luri,⁠​⁠ who knew her​ well, immediately sensed‍​‍ that her lady​ was curious.

‘Is​​ she finally taking‍⁠‍ an interest in‌‍​ the outside world?’‌⁠‍

Her‍⁠⁠ eyes lit up‌‍‍ for a second.‍​‍

But⁠⁠‌ Valdrova shook her​‌⁠ head.

— No, nothing.

“Please,‌ do tell me.​​ I’m ready to​‌‍ answer any question​ from my lady.”‌

Luri’s⁠ eyes shone with⁠ resolve.

The⁠‌ dragoness looked down‌‌ at her and,​​‍ at last, spoke‍​ reluctantly.

— That one who’s⁠ to be my‍​ consort… how is​‌ he?

“Ah.”‍

Luri‌‌ felt a sting‌​⁠ of betrayal in‌​ her chest.

All‌ that expectation, only​‌ for her to​ care about that‍ man’s condition?

But‌ she had insisted—so​​​ it was her‍​⁠ duty to answer.‌

“The‌ future fiancé is​​‍ well.”

— He’s not uncomfortable?‌

“No,‍​ you can be‍‍ at ease. I thought he’d suffer‌ from the lack​ of servants, like⁠⁠ modern nobles, but⁠ he’s adapting without‌⁠ issue. He’s different​‌​ from all of‍​⁠ them.”

— I see.

“So⁠ then…”

She​‌ was going to‍‍‍ stop there, but⁠‌ her lips moved​‌‌ again.

She⁠ hesitated, as if‌ unsure whether to‍ say it, and‍​ finally decided.

“So​ then… I don’t​ understand him.”

— You don’t understand​‌​ him? Do you‌ mean he doesn’t‌‍ meet your expectations?​

Luri‍ shook her head‌‍ firmly.

“No.⁠‍​ His abilities are‍‍‍ outstanding. In fact…‌‌ he exceeded everything​⁠​ I imagined.”

— A human you‌‍ recognize? That’s rare.‌⁠

Valdrova‌‌ was surprised.

She​⁠ knew well the⁠⁠⁠ hatred Luri held​​ toward humans.

— So then what?⁠‌ Is he unstable?‍⁠

“No.‌ He’s too perfect.”‌

— And that’s not⁠‌‍ good?

“Of‌‍‌ course, perfection is‌ usually good. But⁠​‌ not in a human.”

She‌‍ recalled what she‍ had observed in​ Perda over those​⁠‌ days—

Especially‍ during his most‌ recent training.

“Humans‌‌ learn from failure.⁠​ It’s impossible for‍ someone to be‌‌‌ perfect from the‍⁠⁠ start.”

He,‍‌ however, had not​ made a single‌‍ mistake.

Not⁠‍ just today—ever since⁠‍‌ she’d started observing‍​‍ him, it had​​ always been the‌ same.

Even‍‍⁠ Luri, who hated‍ humans, had to‍‍ admit his attitude​ was different.

That’s​‍⁠ why her conclusion‍ was clear.

“Because​​⁠ of that, I consider him dangerous.”​

Something‍⁠ like reverence had‍‍ been born in​​‍ her chest.

As‍​ if he were⁠​ hiding something she​⁠ couldn’t understand.

As‍⁠ if he kept​ a secret beyond‌​‍ her comprehension.

She⁠⁠‌ couldn’t allow someone‌‌ like that to​ remain so close⁠‍ to her lady.​

— For you to‍ say that… he​​ must be an‍⁠​ extraordinary man.

“I‌ don’t want to⁠ admit it, but…​ yes.”

Valdrova‌ pondered in silence‌‍‌ and finally said.​​⁠

— Even so, it⁠‍ doesn’t matter. You⁠‍ said he came⁠​ with a pure‍ purpose.

“……”​‍⁠

— Then I will‌ trust him.

Words⁠​​ that could only​⁠⁠ sound like excessive​ optimism.

Luri⁠​ felt uneasy—but her⁠‍‍ lady said it‌‍ calmly.

‘That’s‌ my lady.’

Luri​​ knew that—and that’s‍ why she measured⁠ every step carefully.⁠‍⁠

‘I⁠‍​ must do everything⁠⁠‍ I can.’

If⁠ she couldn’t stop‌ him, she at⁠⁠ least needed to​ test him.

‘Yes…⁠ maybe it’s not‍ such a bad​⁠⁠ idea.’

As⁠ she finalized that‍‍‍ plan, the words⁠‌ she had used‌‍ earlier kept echoing‌ in her mind.‍‍​

“An‍​ extraordinary man…”

Remembering​​ them, the image‍‌​ of Perda returned‌⁠​ to her—smiling in‍ awe even in‌‌​ the midst of​​ pain.

And‌‌ her face twisted‌ in disgust, like⁠⁠ someone who had⁠⁠ stepped in filth‍⁠⁠ on the street.​​

“Lady,‌⁠⁠ perhaps…”

— What is it?‌​⁠

“…It’s​​​ nothing.”

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