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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 7: I’m Curious Too

Chapter 7: I’m Curious Too

Perda,⁠⁠​ who was studying​‍​ in the guest​ room, frowned as‌ if he had‌⁠⁠ misheard.

“You⁠‍ want me to​​ meet with the‌ lords?”

“Yes.”‌‌

But‌​⁠ Luri nodded firmly.​

“Do​‌​ you know why‌⁠ our lady Valdrova‍​⁠ is called ‘queen’?”⁠‍

“I​‍ do. She killed‍⁠‌ the black dragon‌ Godwin, and the‍‌ Arken Empire granted⁠⁠​ her the title.”‌

The⁠ black dragon Godwin.⁠‍​

Pillar‍ of darkness and‌ source of all‍⁠ evil.

A being of pure​ malice, who even‍ played a part⁠‌‍ in the birth‌‌‌ of the demon⁠ king and desired‍‍​ chaos on the​​‍ continent.

The‍⁠​ one who finally⁠‌ took his life⁠ was the red⁠ dragoness Valdrova.

“That’s⁠ how she earned​​​ the title of‌​ queen and established​‌ her domain on⁠⁠‌ the front line​​ of the far‍ east—or so I’ve‍ heard.”

“That’s‍⁠ correct. I see‌ you’re better informed⁠‍ than I thought.‌‌ Do you know⁠​⁠ how many lordships⁠ are under Lady⁠‌ Valdrova’s authority?”

“Fifteen,‍​⁠ right? Including the‌‌‌ outlying villages, the‍⁠‌ number reaches 108.”‍​​

“…And‌ the total population?”⁠​⁠

“If​‌‍ I remember right,‍⁠​ it was 5,256,532.⁠‍ But I don’t⁠ know the latest‍⁠​ figures on births‍​⁠ and deaths.”

Upon⁠​ hearing that response,​ Luri frowned, not⁠​ hiding her discontent.⁠‍

“You‌‌ sure know a lot for someone‌ who claims to​‌‌ have no interest‌ in power.”

There‍​ was a hint​‍ of Dragon Fear⁠​ in that contempt.​

Perda‍ merely shrugged.

“I’ll⁠⁠ be her husband.‍​‍ What greater disgrace⁠‍‍ would there be⁠⁠ than not knowing‍​​ what my future⁠‌ partner does?”

“Sounds​‌⁠ convincing.”

Of‌‍ course, Luri didn’t⁠ believe it. Her​‍⁠ growing suspicions leaned‌ more and more​ toward certainty.

In‍‌⁠ truth, Perda hadn’t​‍​ studied for that​ reason.

‘I‌​ was just bored.’​

After‌​ opening his circle,‍​ he had time​​ to spare. While‌⁠ trying to achieve‌‍‍ it, a single⁠ day wasn’t enough.‍

But⁠​ now, with nothing​ else to do,​‌‍ he started reading​⁠ about Valdrova—more for‍⁠​ entertainment than anything​‍ else.

“In​ any case, how‍‌ about meeting them?”⁠

“I’m⁠ not interested. If​ it’s not necessary,​ I’d rather not‌ go.”

“Even‌‍ if you’re not​⁠ interested, once you’re‌ officially married to⁠⁠‍ my lady, you’ll​⁠‍ become her consort.​‌ If she handles​​ external affairs, you’ll‌ have to handle​‍ internal ones.”

“So‌​⁠ I’ll be like‍‍ the housewife.”

“Exactly.”‌‍‍

A man as housewife.⁠​​

In​‌ the noble world,‍⁠ that was equivalent‌‍ to saying he‍⁠ was more useless⁠ than his wife—something‍ humiliating to the‌ point of disgrace.‌‌‌

‘But‍‍​ humiliating… it’s not.’​‍

This‍ was about being‌⁠​ the partner of​ the feared Valdrova,‍ the so-called tyrant.‍‍ Her race was​‌ already in a completely different league,‍​ and Perda didn’t‌​ have the strength‍⁠‌ to match her.​‌

Just‌⁠​ managing internal affairs‌​‌ at her side​‌ was a big​​ enough role.

‘Me,‌ overseeing the lords…?’‌‍‌

After‍ some thought, he‍⁠‌ accepted the proposal.‍‌

“All​ right. I’ll go​⁠ see them.”

“Then‌​​ I’ll proceed to⁠⁠ summon them.”

Luri‍‍‍ bowed politely and‌‌‌ left.

Until⁠ the very last‍‌⁠ moment, Perda noticed‍⁠ how sharp she‍ was and didn’t‍⁠ overlook the not-so-innocent‌⁠ look she gave‌ him.

He⁠‌⁠ already knew exactly​​ what her intention‍⁠‌ was.

‘She⁠‌ still doesn’t trust‍⁠ me.’

It’s‌‍⁠ natural for people​⁠ to covet what’s‍⁠ in front of⁠ them.

Even​⁠ the most upright,‍ when power is​​ within reach, want‍⁠ to taste it.​​ And once they‌ have it, they‍‍ don’t let go.‍ That’s how humans​ are.

‘But‌ I’m curious too.’⁠‍​

Perda​​ didn’t know himself‍ as well as​⁠⁠ he thought. What‌ kind of choice‌​‍ would he make‌‍​ when revenge no‌⁠​ longer drove him?⁠‍‍

He‌‌‍ decided to test⁠​⁠ it on the‌‍​ stage she was⁠⁠​ preparing for him.⁠‌​

“All‍⁠​ right. I’ll see‍⁠‍ them.”

***​

On⁠ the continent of‍‍​ Serdes, there was⁠​​ a saying about‍‍‍ nobles.

“The‌‍⁠ more inland they⁠ live, the fatter⁠‍⁠ their bellies; the‌ more on the​‍‍ frontier, the leaner‌‍ they stay.”

The‍​ reason was simple⁠‍⁠ life in the⁠​‍ center was comfortable,‍‌​ while the front‌⁠ required constant vigilance⁠​‍ against monsters.

But⁠⁠ the lords of​⁠​ the far east​‍‍ broke that cliché.⁠​‌

“Sir⁠​ Bosch, what a belly you have!”‌

“Haha!​‍‍ With so many⁠⁠‌ worries, I can’t‌ stop eating to⁠‌‌ ease my nerves.”​‌

The‌‌ Eastern Frontier Assembly.⁠⁠​

There​‍⁠ gathered the fifteen‌‌ lords under Queen‌​ Valdrova, all with​ cheeks wobbling from​⁠ fat. It had‌‌⁠ been a long‌‍‍ time since they‌ had met like⁠​‌ this.

“But​⁠ what urgent matter‌ called us together?⁠ Things have been‌‍⁠ peaceful lately.”

“Can’t⁠⁠ believe you’re so‍ out of the​ loop. Haven’t you⁠ heard? Our queen​​⁠ has taken a fiancé. She wants‍‍ us to meet​ him.”

“A​‍‌ fiancé?”

One‌ of them, surprised,​​‌ opened his eyes⁠‌ wide.

“What‍ kind of lunatic​‌‌ would get engaged⁠ to the queen?”⁠⁠

“That’s​ what I’m saying.​‍ Only a true⁠​​ fool would accept⁠ something like that…”​⁠‌

“Looks⁠ like they picked‌ the dumbest of​‍⁠ the dumb.”

At‌‍‌ the same time,⁠​⁠ they all began‌‌ to wonder who‌ this madman could‍​ be.

“They​​ say he’s the‌​‍ third son of​​ House Rosnova.”

“Rosnova?‌‍ The knightly house‌ that guards the‍​‍ Arken Empire! That‍​ bloodline is supposed​‍ to produce great⁠‌ talents.”

“But‍ apparently not this‌⁠ third one. From​​ what I’ve heard,‍‌ he’s so weak‌‍ even common soldiers‌ surpass him. Even‌⁠‍ his own father⁠‌ rejected him.”

“Weaker‍‍ than a regular⁠ soldier? Then he’s​​⁠ trash.”

“Ha!‌ And we have‌⁠‌ to waste time‌ on that kind‍‌ of garbage…?”

“And‌ he’s late too.​ What nerve.”

The‌ older nobles were⁠‌​ already visibly annoyed.​ It irritated them⁠ that some snot-nosed‌‌​ brat would show⁠‍⁠ up with airs.⁠

“So,​‌⁠ what shall we‌​‌ do, gentlemen?”

“What‌‍​ do you mean?”‍

“If‌⁠ he’s going to‍ be the queen’s⁠ consort, he’ll have​‌ a certain status.⁠ How should we⁠‍​ receive him?”

The⁠ eldest replied.

“Either‌⁠ way, Valdrova will‌ crush him. Why​‌⁠ bow to him?”⁠‌‌

“Right.”‍

“Bow‌ to that good-for-nothing?​‌‍ Not a chance.”​⁠

They⁠ all seemed to‍‍‍ agree.

“Lord‌​‍ Perda Rosnova makes⁠ his entrance!”

They‌⁠ adjusted their clothes‌ and straightened up.​⁠‍ After all, they‌​​ were frontier lords,‍⁠ responsible for their‍‌‍ people.

They‌ intended to crush‌ the new arrival’s‌⁠ confidence from the​‍⁠ very start.

The​ doors of the⁠‌ conference hall opened.‌‍

Gray⁠ hair, blue eyes.‍

A crimson suit adorned‌‌‍ with Valdrova’s golden‌‍​ emblem—sign of the⁠⁠ queen’s consort.

That’s‍‌‌ what they expected.‍‍

What‌‍⁠ they didn’t expect⁠‍‌ was Perda’s very​‍‍ presence.

“This‍‌ is the supposed⁠ trash…?”

“Well,⁠ he’s quite the​ trash—tall and sharp-eyed.”‍​‍

His‍ body might have‍‍​ been weak compared‍‌ to warrior bloodlines,⁠​‌ but his bearing​ and manners spoke‍ of nobility.

And​​‍ most of all—it‌‌ was his eyes​ that struck them.‍

They​ weren’t the arrogant⁠​ eyes of a rebellious brat.

In​​ those pupils was⁠‍⁠ a serene lake,​ deep and heavy.⁠‍

Before‌⁠‌ that poise—so improper⁠‍​ for his age—all​ of them tensed.‌‍

Perda‌⁠‍ spoke.

“Tell​ me.”

His‌‌‍ voice was that​ of a youth‍⁠‌ just past adolescence,⁠ but it carried​ the weight of⁠ an adult hardened⁠ by time.

“I’ll​ soon be the‌ husband of Queen⁠ Valdrova.”

He​⁠‍ stood with his​ hands behind his‌ back, and his⁠​ blue eyes swept‌ over each of‍ the nobles.

An‌ extremely insolent gesture—yet‌‍‍ none spoke. No,‌‍‍ they couldn’t.

“So,‌​‍ should I address‌ you with respect…‍ or with condescension?”⁠⁠

Only⁠‍ then did they​‍ realize.

Valdrova’s‌‍⁠ fiancé wasn’t some‍​ fool or throwaway.‍‌

***⁠‍

Half​‌ an hour earlier.​‌‌

Perda⁠​‍ had arrived about⁠⁠ thirty minutes before⁠‌⁠ at the Eastern‍‍‌ Frontier Assembly.

Since‌ it was an​ official matter, he​ traveled by carriage.‍‍​

Looking‍‍ at his watch,‌ he murmured.

“I’m‍⁠ quite late.”

Perda​​ was strict about‌ punctuality. Being a minute late already​⁠ bothered him; ten‌⁠ minutes, to him,‍‍ was nearly a crime.

But‌ Luri, who was‍​⁠ responsible for the‌⁠ delay, responded with‌‌⁠ total coldness.

“You’re⁠ mistaken. Arriving ten‍‍ minutes late is​⁠ the foundation of⁠ any show of‌‌‌ strength.”

“Is​‌ that necessary?”

“It’s‌ a fundamental principle⁠‌ among dragons — the key moment​​‍ to establish hierarchy.”⁠​

“Even⁠‍ if one isn’t‌‍‌ interested?”

“Always​ remember who you​​ will be consort‌⁠⁠ to.”

The‍‍​ consort of Valdrova.​

Upon⁠‍‍ hearing that, Perda‍ mentally repeated it‍‍‌ without thinking.

Luri‌⁠​ walked one step‌ behind, following him.​​‍

As‍ they moved along‌​​ the red carpet,⁠ Perda wondered.

‘If‌​ I become the‍⁠‌ consort of Queen​‍‍ Valdrova, what will⁠ my rank be?’‍⁠

The⁠​ world of nobility‌⁠ was complicated.

In​​ the capital, hierarchy​ depended on official⁠‍ positions.

In⁠⁠ the outer regions,⁠ however, the sword‍‍​ carried more weight‍​ than law, and⁠ prestige was measured⁠‌ by years of‌‌​ service.

‘Being​ the consort officially​ equals being a king, but that​⁠​ won’t be enough.’‍​‍

He​‍​ was eighteen years‌‍ old.

To​ everyone, he was⁠ far too young‌⁠ and inexperienced.

For‍‌ a fiancé to​⁠ suddenly appear and‍ act like a king would only‍⁠‍ provoke resistance from​ the lords.

Thus,⁠ while walking, he​‌​ reached the entrance‌⁠‌ of the hall.‌‍

Inside⁠ were fifteen seats‍​‍ arranged in a circle.

The⁠ one directly aligned‍ with the entrance​ was empty — Valdrova’s seat.

That⁠ is to say,⁠⁠ his seat.

Instead‍‍ of heading there,⁠ Perda remained standing​⁠‌ in the center‌‍⁠ and raised his​‍⁠ gaze to meet‍ theirs one by⁠⁠‌ one.

“Tell⁠‌ me. I will‌​⁠ soon be the⁠‌⁠ consort of Queen‌ Valdrova.”

It‍‌ was a genuine​‌ question.

“Should​ I address you⁠​ with respect or​ with condescension?”

As​‍ he looked them​‍‌ in the eye,‍‌ he was trying‌​ to measure where‌⁠ his place should‌⁠​ be.

They​ all observed him⁠‌ tensely, and no​⁠ one answered.

Perda‌‌ scratched his head.‌‍

“Was‍⁠‌ my question really⁠ that hard?”

“N-no,‍⁠ not at all…”​

“It’s​ just that…”

The‍​ reason was simple‌‍ — if they‌ answered that he​⁠ should treat them‌ with either respect⁠⁠ or condescension, they‌⁠ would be drawing‌ a line of​⁠ hierarchy right then‌ and there.

No⁠ one expected that⁠⁠⁠ this boy arriving​‍​ as a fiancé‍​ would immediately try‌‌​ to impose “order.”​​

The⁠⁠ oldest broke the‌‌​ silence.

“We‍⁠ are lords under‍ the light of‌‌​ Queen Valdrova. It​⁠ would be proper‌ for you to​⁠‍ treat us with⁠‍ respect.”

“Is‍ that so?”

“But‌​ all present here⁠​‍ have been loyal​ to the realm​‌ and have protected⁠ our people. It​‌‌ would be fair‌‍⁠ for the consort‌⁠‍ to return that‌‌ consideration.”

It‌⁠ sounded like a reasonable answer, but⁠‌ in truth, it⁠ was an evasion,‍ “according to what​⁠​ you decide.”

Perda⁠‌‍ looked at him​⁠‍ and asked.

“What​ is your name?”​

“Ulbera⁠ Concilus.”

“I‍ see, Count Concilus?​ May I call‍​‍ you that?”

“Yes.”⁠​‌

The‍‍ old man gave⁠​ a pleased smile.⁠‍

“Then.”⁠​

“Yes?”​‍‌

“Should⁠ I treat you‌‌ with respect or‌ with condescension? You‍ didn’t actually answer‍ my question.”

Perda‍​⁠ narrowed his eyes⁠⁠ at him.

The‍ elder, uncomfortable, replied.‌

“The​ proper way would‌ be to treat‍ us with condescension.”‌‌‌

“I​ see. Then the‍ answer is clear.‌​‍ If I had‌⁠ started by treating‌ you with respect,‍‍‍ that would’ve been⁠ a problem for‍‌⁠ you, wouldn’t it?”​

“Yes…‍ said like that,​⁠ it couldn’t be‌⁠​ better.”

It⁠ was his first⁠ political experience, but​‌ he understood what‍‌ had just happened‍ — he had‍‌ asserted himself over‍‌ them.

‘It⁠⁠​ wasn’t my intention‍ to overpower them…’​

He‍ wanted to clarify‍‌ and added.

“Don’t​‍⁠ worry. Becoming consort⁠‍ won’t change things‌ too much. I’m​ not interested in‌ what you do;⁠‍ rule however you‌‌ see fit — exploit or be⁠‍ generous, it’s your​⁠​ business.”

“Exploit,‍ you say? How⁠​‍ can you speak​ like that?”

A young man, around⁠‌‍ his early twenties,​‍​ stood up with‌​⁠ a furrowed brow.⁠⁠‌

His‌⁠⁠ presence was fierce,​‌‌ and on his‌ chest he wore‍‍ the insignia of‍⁠ a mage.

Perda​​​ understood immediately.

‘That⁠‌‍ was a slip.’⁠​

“I‌‌ meant no harm.⁠⁠ I just spoke⁠ carelessly.”

“But⁠‍​ you seem to​ brag too much​‌‌ about being the‍ queen’s fiancé. You⁠ should show more‍ respect, boy. If‍⁠ we faced each⁠​‍ other as mages,​⁠ you’d have to‍⁠‍ bow to me.”​

“W-what…?!”⁠

“How​ can you speak‍ like that?!”

The⁠ older, plumper lords‌⁠ were sweating buckets,‌ trying to calm‍‍ him down.

It‌‌ was like watching​‍ a spark light‍‍‌ a fuse right‍​ before their eyes.‌‌

“Hmm…”⁠‍

Perda⁠‌​ wasn’t angry at‌​​ his insolence.

He‍ just wondered.

‘Could⁠ I defeat this​ man?’

Now⁠⁠‍ that he had‍‍ awakened as a mage, he could​​⁠ see the flow‌⁠ of mana.

And​ the mana that‌⁠​ man — Tesalos‌⁠ — contained wasn’t​ insignificant.

Tapping‍ his temple with‍⁠ his index finger,​​⁠ he asked.

“What’s⁠‍ your name?”

“Tesalos​⁠ of House Wolcher!”‌

Perda​‍ repeated the name​‍‍ to himself.

Tesalos‌ Wolcher… it rang‌ a bell, but⁠ that wasn’t important⁠‌ now.

“And⁠‌ what circle have‍⁠ you reached?”

“The⁠‌⁠ fourth. I’m a 4th-level mage.”

“Hmm.‌‌⁠ Nothing special.”

“…Nothing‌ special?”

Tesalos‌‍ was stunned.

A 4th-circle mage was⁠ already considered someone‍ of great renown⁠‌‍ anywhere.

‘Consort⁠ or not, I’ll​ kill him right⁠⁠ here.’

The‌‌ fire of rage‍​​ boiled in his‌ blood.

If‌​​ not for the​⁠ title of queen’s‌‌​ fiancé, he would’ve⁠‌ already insulted him⁠⁠ and cast a spell.

“I’m‍ interested in what​​ you said. May⁠ I ask you​⁠ for something?”

“After​‌​ showing me such​ insolence, you still​ have requests?!”

His⁠ face turned red,​‍​ but Perda nodded‌​ calmly.

“I’m‍‍ sure you’ll like‌‍‍ it. Fight me.”‍

He​ had practiced enough.⁠

Now⁠ was the time​ to test himself⁠ in real combat.‍‍‌

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