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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 62: The Black Medicine

Chapter 62: The Black Medicine

The‌‌‍ electric projectile that​ shot from Perda’s‌ hand pierced through‌​‍ her head.

The⁠‌ figure that collapsed,​ scattering blood, was‌‌‌ so unnatural that​⁠ no one reacted​‍‍ immediately.

“Eh…‌ wh-what, what is‌ this?”

The‍‍ enemies couldn’t even⁠ understand the situation.​‌

After‍ Perda’s surprise attack,​‍ Consilus and Marco‌ advanced into the‍​‌ enemy’s interior.

“Kagh!”⁠⁠​

“Kugh!”‍‍​

Consilus‍​​ and Marco cut‌⁠‌ down the two‌‍‍ men in front⁠⁠‍ of them in‍ a single strike.‍​​

Only⁠​​ then did they‍‍ understand what was‍ happening.

“It’s⁠‌ an ambush!”

“R-run!”‌⁠

Just‌⁠ as they were​​ about to fall‍ into chaos, a woman shouted.

“You‍⁠⁠ useless fools! There’s​⁠ no retreat anyway!​ Draw your weapons!”​‍

At​⁠⁠ the order of‌‍ the dark elf,⁠‌ Director Linne, the⁠‍ soldiers drew their‍ weapons.

Linne​​ raised her staff.‌​

“How‍ dare you attack‌ this place! The​⁠​ one who fired,​ show yourself!”

Perda⁠‍ responded by revealing‍⁠ himself without hiding.⁠‌

Linne​‍‌ widened her eyes.​

“Gray⁠⁠ hair, blue eyes‍‍‌ you are Perda‌‍‌ Valdrova.”

She‍‍⁠ recognized him.

“How‌‍ convenient. I wanted​ to see the‍ face of the​‍⁠ one who destroyed‌​ my refuge, and‌ you come to⁠ me yourself.”

“Does‍​ that make you⁠‍ happy?”

“Now​⁠ that you say‌‍ it like that,‌‌ yes. Because I can kill you‍‌⁠ with my own​⁠ hands. Kill them‍​‍ all!”

The⁠​​ subordinates charged at​ Perda.

At‌​ that moment, a calm energy enveloped⁠⁠ the bodies of​​⁠ Consilus and Marco.⁠⁠‌

The⁠​ knights’ aura covered‍⁠‍ their entire bodies.‍‍

A knight who uses‍‍‌ aura can face​‌​ a hundred enemies.‌⁠‍

Fighting​⁠ twenty servant-level subordinates‌​ was trivial.

Whoosh—‌

Every​​ time Consilus and​⁠​ Marco made a move, enemies fell‌‌​ without resistance.

Those‌ subordinates, little more‍‍ than a disorganized​⁠ group, quickly lost⁠‌ morale.

Seeing⁠‌ that, the dark⁠ elf grew furious.‍

“Useless!‌ Secretary!”

“Y-yes?”‍‌

“Come​‌ here!”

At⁠ her gesture, the‍​ secretary approached in‍‍ a daze.

The​​​ dark elf pulled​ something from her⁠ bag.

It​ was a syringe​ with a black‍ liquid.

She​​ stabbed it directly‌⁠ into his neck.‍​

“Keh?!”‍​

The⁠ black liquid was‍⁠‍ absorbed into his‌ body.

“Ugh…​ ghkghghk?!”

The​​ secretary began convulsing‍‍⁠ as his body⁠ twisted.

Consilus‍⁠ immediately sensed the‍‌⁠ danger and shouted.‍

“Marco!‌‌​ Stop him before⁠⁠⁠ he changes!”

“Leave⁠‍ it to me!”‌‍

Marco‌⁠ rushed forward with‌⁠​ his sword toward⁠ the mutating man.‌

“Don’t‍⁠ even dream of​‌ it!”

The​​⁠ dark elf extended‍‍​ her palm toward​​⁠ Marco.

A magic circle formed​‍ in her hand.‌‌

It‍⁠ was human magic.‍​

Force‍‍‌ Rush.

Boom!‌‍‍

The​‍‍ space in front‍‍​ of her palm‌‌‌ compressed and exploded‌​ into a shockwave​⁠ that threw Marco⁠‍​ back.

They⁠​​ failed to stop​‌ the transformation.

“Ghgh…‌‌ ghkghk!”

The‌⁠ man’s body swelled‌ as grotesque sounds​ escaped him.

His‍⁠ skin turned dark.‍​​

He⁠​ tore through his‌‌‍ clothes and grew⁠ to the size​​ of a gray​‍ bear.

Then⁠⁠ he raised his‍⁠‍ head.

Black‍ skin, red eyes,⁠ and sharp teeth.‌

The‌⁠​ typical traits of​‍ a demon.

“A‌ demon…”

“Among​ them, a bouncer.”‍⁠‍

A type specialized in‍ physical strength, capable⁠⁠⁠ of breaking even⁠‌⁠ restraint magic.

Consilus‍‍‌ and Marco felt‍‌‌ the pressure.

“Hehehe!‍​ Me too! I’ve⁠‌ also received His‌ grace!”

The‍ bouncer lost control⁠ like a child​ with a new‌​‌ toy.

Unable​ to control his‍ strength, each blow‌​ made the room​ tremble.

Even⁠​ veteran knights tensed⁠​ at the vibrations.​‍

But‍‍‍ none of that‍​​ caught Perda’s attention.⁠⁠‌

His‌​ eyes were fixed​⁠ on the dark⁠‌ elf’s bag.

‘She‌‌‌ took the syringe​ from there.’

And​​‍ it wasn’t possible‍⁠ that she had‍‍ only one.

‘I‍​⁠ must secure that‌‍ object.’

Perda‍ looked at Consilus‍‍ and gave the​⁠‌ order.

“Count,‍​‍ handle that bouncer.⁠‌⁠ Can you do​‌ it?”

Consilus‌⁠ answered.

“If‌ I can’t overcome‍​‌ something like this,⁠ how could I still call myself‍​‍ a knight?”

“My⁠⁠ sword belongs to⁠‌‍ the regent!”

Marco‌⁠ also regained his‍‌​ courage.

“I⁠ understand your determination.”​

Perda⁠⁠⁠ extended his hand.‌

“But‍​ there’s no need‍⁠‍ to complicate it​ so much.”

A magic circle formed​​⁠ in his hand.‍‌⁠

Perda‍‌ recited.

“Frenzy.”⁠

The‌⁠ black circle shot​‍ like lightning and⁠ pierced the bouncer’s‌​ head.

“Hehe…​ he… eh?”

The‌‌ bouncer stopped laughing‌​ and grabbed his‌ head.

“Guh…​‍ Aaaah! It hurts!⁠‌‍ It hurts!”

The⁠‍‌ monster began to‌ go mad, destroying‌ everything around him.⁠

“Kugh!”‌

“What‌‍ are you doing?‌⁠⁠ We’re allies— agh!”​‌

The⁠​ scene turned into‍​⁠ a massacre.

The‍ subordinates were torn‍ apart in seconds.⁠

“It⁠‌ hurts too much!”⁠

His​ fury was about‍ to turn toward⁠ the dark elf‌⁠​ when she quickly⁠​ cast another spell.⁠

“Restrain!”‌​‍

A rune-shaped spell pierced⁠⁠ the bouncer’s head.⁠​‍

The⁠⁠​ monster calmed instantly.‌​⁠

“Do‌​ you know who⁠⁠‌ I am?”

“D-director?”​‍

“You’ve‍ finally come back​ to your senses.‌​⁠ If you understand,⁠ hurry and eliminate​⁠​ those wretches!”

“Y-yes!”‌

The‌​ bouncer, now recovered,‍ charged at the​ two knights.

“How‍‌ dare you humiliate‍​ me in front​‌ of the director!‌⁠‌ I won’t forgive‍‌​ you!”

Marco‌‍ and Consilus took​ the attack head-on.‍

Boom!⁠

“Ugh!”‌‍

“Hmm.”‌⁠

Both‍​​ were pushed back​⁠​ by the impact.‍​‍

But⁠ they held their‍​ ground.

And‍‍ by holding, they‌ could counterattack.

Slash!‍

The‌ aura, capable of‌⁠​ cutting flesh and‍‍​ bone like radishes,‌‌ barely managed to‌​ pierce his hardened‌ skin.

“Hahaha!‍​ I’m stronger! I’m‌ strong!”

The‍ battle between the​ two knights and‍⁠ the bouncer reached‌⁠‍ a critical point.⁠‍

In‌​ that balance, those‌ who would decide‌‍ the outcome were‌‍​ the mages.

It​ depended on the​ support of Perda⁠‍ and the dark​ elf.

The‌ dark elf was⁠​ the first to‌ deploy a magic‌​ circle.

The‌⁠‌ spell was Slug‌⁠ Time.

A spell to slow​⁠ the aura-wrapped knights‍​‌ and give the‌⁠‍ bouncer an advantage.​​​

“Slug‌‌⁠ Ti—”

Before⁠ finishing the incantation,⁠⁠ she detected the​‍‌ attack.

What⁠​ she saw was‌​‍ a mana projectile.​

It‌‍ struck directly against⁠‍⁠ the magic circle.‌‌⁠

“Gh!?”​​​

The‌ mana-charged circle exploded.‍​

“Breaking‌‍‌ a magic circle​​ with a Mana​​ Shot…?”

Linne⁠​‌ was stunned.

‘Few⁠‍ can identify the‍​ weak point of​ mana and use‍‍ it like that…’⁠

Her⁠​⁠ eyes glowed blue.‌⁠

She⁠​⁠ tried to measure‌‌‌ Perda’s mana level.‌⁠

And⁠‌ she wasn’t wrong.​‌⁠

‘A‌‌ novice regent who​ barely reached the‍​⁠ 4th circle can‌‌‌ do that?’

Her‌⁠ doubt grew.

It‍⁠‌ was a lethal‍⁠⁠ technique against complex‌⁠ magic like Slug⁠ Time.

“What‌⁠ are you doing?‌​ Use magic already.”‍

Perda⁠‍ provoked her.

“An​⁠‌ elf who abandoned‍⁠ the blessing of‌‌‌ nature to use‌ human magic, and​​⁠ still loses in⁠‌‍ magic?”

“At⁠ most you’re 4th⁠⁠ circle. Isn’t that‍‍ arrogant of you?”​⁠

Perda‌ also gathered mana⁠⁠​ to measure her.⁠‌​

Her⁠ level seemed similar.​

“Don’t​⁠ lie. I know⁠​‌ you’re 5th circle.”‍​‍

“My​‍​ eyes aren’t for​⁠⁠ decoration. With 4th⁠⁠⁠ circle it’s enough​‌ to read mana‍ circuits—”

“Do​‍ you think I’m‌‌ stupid enough not​‌ to recognize the​ method of the⁠ Aquinas school?”

Linne’s⁠‌ eyes widened in‌⁠‌ shock.

Before‌​‌ she could ask⁠ how he knew,‍​ Perda cut her‍ off.

“Don’t⁠ make that face.⁠ It’s unpleasant.”

Perda‌ also prepared his‌​‌ magic circle.

A high-level Magic Blast​‍‍ within the 4th‌​ circle.

A powerful, complex, and‌⁠‌ slow spell.

But‌‌ Perda was already​ an expert mage.⁠​

All‌‌ processes were faster​⁠​ than others.

Even⁠​⁠ so, his intent‌⁠‍ was clear.

He​⁠ was underestimating his‍‍ opponent.

“Ridiculous‌‍ provocation!”

However,‍ the circle lost‍ strength before completing.⁠⁠

It‌ wasn’t Perda’s will.‌

“That’s⁠​ right. As you‌‌​ said, I’m 5th​​ circle.”

Even​⁠ though her secret​ was revealed, she‍​​ didn’t care.

“I‌‍‌ don’t need tricks​ like mana weak⁠⁠⁠ points.”

The​ difference in circles⁠ was enough.

She​ could crush him‌⁠ with pure power.‍‌

A purer, superior mana​​ destabilized Perda’s circle.​⁠

The‍​⁠ situation was unfavorable.​⁠

‘She‍ uses the Aquinas​⁠ school method.’

A school focused on​ power, compressing mana‍ by sacrificing lower​​ levels.

It‍ can deceive the‌⁠ opponent and enhance‌ high-level magic.

Although‍⁠⁠ she appeared to‍‍⁠ be 4th circle,‍​​ she actually had​ compressed 5th-circle mana.⁠

In⁠‍‍ a direct confrontation,‌ Perda would lose.​‌⁠

“Do‍ you know something?”‍‍‌

Perda‌‌ always lived facing‌‍⁠ superior opponents.

If​ strength wasn’t enough,⁠​ he used technique.‍​

If‍ technique wasn’t enough,‍⁠⁠ another method.

And⁠​ if nothing worked,⁠⁠ he kept fighting⁠‍ anyway.

“What,​​​ is there a monster under your​‍‍ desk?”

“What?”⁠‌

Just​⁠ as she was⁠⁠‌ about to ask⁠​ what nonsense that‍ was—

She‍ felt something.

A blue light under‍ the desk.

It‍⁠​ was part of⁠⁠ a magic circle.​

“How‌‌​ did you place‍⁠ a circle there—?!”⁠‌

“Lightning​​ Bolt.”

Crack!‌

A bolt of lightning​ pierced through the‌‍‌ wooden desk.

And​‌‍ pierced the dark‌ elf’s head.

“Aaaagh!”⁠⁠⁠

The‍‍ spell was cast‍ from Perda’s Shadow‌ Hand.

Throughout‍‍‍ the entire fight,​‌⁠ he had moved​‌ his shadow beneath‍ the desk.

The‍‍ Magic Blast was⁠​‍ only a distraction.‍⁠​

‘It‍‌‍ worked.’

Perda‍‍​ had doubted whether‌⁠‌ it would be⁠ useful in real​ combat.

But⁠‌ now it was‌ clear.

As‍‌‍ long as he‌​​ concealed his cards‍⁠ well, no one‍ would notice.

“How‌‌ disappointing.”

Perda​​ said.

“The‌​‌ Aquinas school is​‍‍ based on hiding‌ information from the⁠ opponent. And yet‌‍ you still get‍​‌ caught off guard.”⁠

It⁠‌ was mockery.

And⁠‌ also disappointment.

“Though‍​⁠ I didn’t make​⁠‌ good use of​‌ the opportunity either.”‌‌⁠

That‍⁠ attack could have‌‍⁠ killed her.

But‍ Linne did not⁠⁠ fall.

She​​⁠ staggered and stood‌​ back up.

“Ghh…!”​‍

She​‍ held her left‍ eye.

Perda‍ observed the wound.‌

The‌​‌ lightning had entered‌‌‍ through her jaw‍ and exited through‍ her eye.

“You‌​‌ have good instincts.‍‌‍ I tried to⁠⁠ kill you immediately,⁠‍ but you managed​‍ to deflect the‍ blow.”

“You‌⁠⁠ damned short-lived human!”‍

The‍ dark elf glared⁠‌ at him with⁠ hatred.

Perda‍⁠‌ responded with a crooked smile.

“Perda‍ Valdrova! I will‍‍ remember this humiliation!”‍⁠

The‍‍ dark elf pulled‌‌‍ out a scroll‍‍ as a last⁠‍ resort.

It⁠‌ was emergency escape‌​‌ magic.

When⁠​ she tore it,‍‍ light burst around‌ her and completely‌ enveloped her.

“Eh…‍‌ d-director?”

The‍​‌ bouncer stared in‍ shock at the⁠ place where she⁠ had disappeared.

Without⁠​ his mage, he‍‌ was easily subdued.​​

Marco​ and Consilus, after​​ the intense battle,⁠‍‌ breathed heavily as‌ they watched him.‌‌‍

“Huff…​ huff… I never⁠​‍ imagined I’d fight​ demons.”

“Same‍‌ here. And at‌‌ this age, too.”‌⁠‍

“Talk⁠‍​ later. Only 20​‍ minutes remain.”

“Yes.”⁠‍‌

With‍ the heat of​​⁠ battle still in⁠ their bodies, they​ began searching.

Since⁠ they had been⁠‌‍ organizing information before​‍ abandoning the place,‍​ the data was​‌ partially sorted.

They⁠‍ collected everything, while​⁠​ Perda headed to‍ where the director‍​‌ had disappeared.

‘Escape‍‌ magic doesn’t transport‍‍‌ belongings.’

Because‌ of its speed,‌‍ it leaves everything​ behind.

Even​⁠‍ clothes.

What​ remained was an⁠ empty set of​ clothes.

And⁠​​ a leather alchemy​ bag.

Perda‍⁠⁠ opened it.

Inside‌ was a diary‌​ and a box.⁠​‍

In⁠ the box were‍⁠‌ syringe-shaped ampoules arranged⁠​ in a grid,‍​ each with a label.

— Doppler

— Butcher (prototype)

— Dark Sorcerer (prototype)​‌‌

All‌​​ names of knight-level‍‍​ demons recorded in‍ history.

In​‍⁠ addition to the‍⁠ Doppler they knew,‍ there were new‌‍⁠ ones.

‘It⁠​‌ wasn’t just the‌‌⁠ Doppler.’

What‌ they had seen​ so far was​ only part of⁠‌⁠ the problem.

‘This‌​ is enough… and​‍‍ the record?’

Perda‍⁠‍ opened the diary.‍⁠‌

It‍‌‌ was filled with‌‌‍ incomprehensible symbols.

‘A​⁠‍ code.’

Designed‌‍ to prevent interpretation.⁠‌‌

Perda‌ knew it instantly.⁠

That‍ diary was worth‍‌‌ more than everything⁠​ else.

He​‍ placed it in‌ the sample bag⁠‌⁠ and closed it.‌‍‌

“Count,​‍​ we have what⁠‌⁠ we were looking⁠‌ for.”

“Understood.”​

The⁠⁠​ information retrieval was‍​ a success.

They⁠ withdrew in silence.⁠

***​⁠

Meanwhile,‌‌ the other three⁠‍ advanced toward the‌⁠‌ laboratory.

Zed,‍ rubbing his body‍ inside the thermal‍‍ gear, pushed forward​ against the storm.‍

“Damn,⁠⁠‍ it’s freezing. Who​ the hell builds‌⁠⁠ something in a place like this?”⁠‌‌

“Lower​ your voice. What⁠​‍ if they hear‍‍⁠ you?”

“Relax.​ Not even an‍ orc shouting would​ be heard in⁠ this weather.”

He​‌ complained with every​ gust of wind.‍​

The​‍ other two ignored⁠​ him.

Finally,‌ they found the​‍⁠ entry point.

“It’s⁠‌ empty.”

Unlike⁠​‍ the resting area,‍‍ the laboratory had‍​ already been evacuated.​‍‍

Only​ useless large objects⁠ and trash remained.‍

And‌‍ explosives prepared to​‌ destroy everything.

“That‌ demon was right.‍ They were going⁠ to blow everything⁠‍ up in six⁠‍⁠ hours.”

“Not⁠ necessarily.”

“What‌‌‍ do you mean?”​‍‍

“That⁠ it could be⁠​ right now. Are‍ we really going​ to trust demons?​⁠‍ Move.”

Their‍ mission was to‌​‍ rescue the demon.‌⁠

The‍‌​ test subjects were​ being held there.‍‍

There‍‌‌ was no point​​ in moving them.‍​​

They​ would probably be‍​ buried along with⁠ the explosives.

And​‌‍ that was exactly​​ the case.

“What‍‌‌ the hell is​ this?”

But‍ when they saw⁠ it with their‌​ own eyes, they‍‍‍ were horrified.

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