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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 70: Hatred and Obsession

Chapter 70: Hatred and Obsession

“Wow.​‌ I always wanted​ to enter Valdrova‍⁠‍ Castle at least​⁠ once, but I never thought I’d⁠‍ get an opportunity⁠‍‍ like this.”

Erdes‍‍‍ caused a commotion⁠⁠​ as she advanced‍‌ almost dancing.

The⁠​⁠ way she walked‍‌​ was irritating and⁠‌ chaotic, yet no‌‍ one dared point‍⁠‌ it out.

That‍⁠ only showed how‍ tense the situation‌‍‍ was.

“But⁠‌​ why is everything‌‍‌ so quiet? Ever​⁠ since the regent⁠​ himself came out‍‍ to guide us,⁠⁠‍ it’s seemed suspicious‌⁠⁠ to me. What’s​ going on? Did‌​ you kill everyone⁠ because you didn’t‌⁠ like them? Or‌ are you preparing‌​ to attack us‌‍‍ from behind?”

She‍ truly knew how‌⁠​ to choose her‌⁠ words.

“The⁠‍‍ people working inside‍ the castle are‌​ civilians. They are‍​‌ not people capable‍ of something like​​ that.”

“Ah,‌‌​ yes, that seems⁠⁠ true. If the​⁠⁠ knights are a guy who looks‍​ like a swallow‌⁠ and another crybaby⁠​ covered in snot,​ then I can‍‌ already imagine what​ the others are⁠⁠​ like.”

Erdes​‍​ burst into laughter.‍​​

She‌​ acted like an‍​‌ immature child, but​‌‌ she must never​‍ be underestimated.

That‍ woman was the​ number one mage‍ on the continent.⁠

Destroying‌ an entire family‍‌⁠ with a single‍​ finger would cost⁠​ her nothing, and‌‌ even kings bowed​ their heads before‌​⁠ her.

She⁠ was a living‌ disaster.

A magical delinquent.

That​ was why Perda​ had locked everyone⁠‍ inside the castle.‍​

The‍‌ people working there⁠‍‌ were far from​ possessing elegance or​ the ability to‌​ withstand such pressure.​‌

“Still,‌‍‌ coming here really‍ has meaning. Valdrova​ Castle is enormous.‌​ I once tried‍‌ to infiltrate it‍‍ illegally, but the​⁠‌ defensive barrier didn’t‍‌‍ even move.”

“Am​‌⁠ I supposed to‌ be pleased by⁠‍‌ that?”

“Of⁠⁠ course you are.‌​ Do you know​ what it means⁠‍ to receive praise⁠ from the strongest⁠ mage of humanity?​​ If I couldn’t⁠‍ get through it,⁠‍‌ then no human⁠ ever will.”

Perda‍ muttered inwardly.

And‌ yet I defeated‍ you miserably.

The‍ one who responded​ to those words‍⁠ was Goz.

“It‌​ is a castle​ built for a dragon. It is​ natural that a human alone could⁠‍​ not touch it.”​‌⁠

“Are‌​ you defending it‍ because you’re both​​⁠ dragons? Seriously, I never understand dragons.”‍​‍

“Watch⁠‍ your words, Erdes⁠ Roton.”

“Yeah,‌⁠ yeah.”

As‍⁠​ irritating as it​⁠‌ was, Perda agreed.​⁠‍

It​⁠ was suspicious that‍‍ even someone who​ hated Valdrova defended⁠‍‍ her.

So​​​ even mortal enemies​‌‍ respected certain boundaries?​⁠

While‌‍ Erdes continued grumbling,​‍‌ they reached the‍ end of the‍‍ red carpet.

It⁠ felt like standing​⁠‌ at the edge​ of a lit⁠‌ fuse.

Would​⁠ the bomb explode‌ or would it​​ fail?

With‍⁠‍ that feeling, Perda‌‍‍ opened the door.‍​⁠

A guest hall made‍‍‌ of gold and‍ red marble.

And⁠‍‌ a single maid‍⁠ fully prepared to‌⁠⁠ receive them.

She‍⁠​ slightly lifted her‌‍ wide skirt and⁠‍ greeted them.

“Welcome.⁠‌ I am Ruri,‌​ maid of Lady​‌ Valdrova.”

She​⁠ remained calm as‌ if nothing were​​ happening.

However,​‍ her eyes deliberately‍ avoided meeting Goz’s.‌

On​ the other hand,​‌​ Goz paid no​‌‍ attention to Ruri.‌

Unlike‌ when he had⁠ tried to take‍ her away, now‌‌‌ he showed a lukewarm reaction.

That⁠ was even more​⁠ suspicious.

Meanwhile,​ Erdes threw herself​‍ onto the sofa​⁠ laughing.

“Ahh,‌‍​ you people really⁠‍ make the atmosphere​⁠‌ heavy. That’s why‍‍⁠ men are useless.‌ In elegant places‌ you’re supposed to​‌‌ laugh and converse,​ right? Hey, maid,​‌ bring me a cup of tea.”​​‌

“I‌ will prepare it‌ immediately.”

When​​⁠ Ruri tried to‍‍ move, Perda slightly‌​ raised his hand⁠ to stop her.‍​‌

“You’ll‍​‍ let yourself prepare‍ tea for the​ greatest mage on⁠‍ the continent?”

“Then…”​​

“I’ll‌ serve it myself.”⁠

The​ reason Perda intervened​ was because he‌⁠ was beginning to‍⁠​ sense something strange‌​ in Erdes’s behavior.‌‍‌

If‍‌ he let her‌⁠ act at her⁠ own pace, they​ would end up‌ being dragged around‍⁠‍ by her.

Perda​⁠ prepared to serve​​‍ the tea.

But​ he did not⁠‌⁠ stand up.

The⁠​‍ shadow beneath his‍⁠ feet began to‍ move and took‍‌ shape before rising.⁠‍‍

It⁠​‍ was Perda’s Shadow‍‌​ Hand.

Upon‌​ seeing that, Erdes’s⁠⁠‌ expression hardened.

Openly‌ showing “I use⁠‌ dark magic” was‍ practically the same​⁠​ as provoking people‍‍ by saying “kill​ me.”

Without⁠ caring about that⁠‍⁠ reaction, Perda served‌‌‍ a cup of⁠‍ tea.

His​ manners were perfect.⁠

“It⁠‍ is the finest‍⁠ tea produced in‍​ the western plateaus.⁠ Have a cup.”‍​

Warm‌⁠⁠ steam rose from​‌‌ the cup, but⁠​​ Erdes’s gaze remained‌​‌ fixed solely on‍​‌ Perda.

Her‌ dull eyes, like‍ those of a rotten fish, looked⁠​ ready to pull‍ out a knife⁠‍ at any moment.⁠‌

“What⁠⁠​ a shame. I’m‌​‌ not thirsty.”

“Didn’t‌ you say you⁠‌ needed something refreshing?”‌‍‍

“That’s​⁠​ right. Women are‌​ difficult to understand,‌ aren’t they?”

A smile filled with​‌​ killing intent.

But⁠​‌ Perda held that‌ gaze directly while‍⁠ taking a sip⁠‍‍ of tea.

Let’s⁠​ see if that‌​ shuts her mouth‌⁠ for once.

“Now​‌​ let’s talk.”

Goz​​‍ adjusted his posture⁠‌ and leaned forward.‌​

“Explain‌ why you secretly⁠ entered someone else’s‌ territory.”

He⁠ was trying to​‌⁠ understand the background​‍‍ of the incident‍​ first.

Perda⁠‌‍ answered.

“There⁠ was a demonic⁠‍​ research facility near‌‍‍ that area.”

“An​‍ imaginary facility?”

“Wasn’t‌‍‌ there recently a landslide there? As​ if something had⁠‍​ exploded.”

“……”⁠​

Goz‍⁠ did not answer.​‌

That‌‌​ meant it was​ true.

“I⁠⁠​ discovered the place⁠‍ where they were​⁠ carrying out their​​ project and went‌⁠ to destroy everything.​ That’s why I had to move‍⁠‍ quickly.”

“So‍‌ you crossed using⁠ a Bending Bridge‌‌​ to get there​⁠ ahead of time?”​‍

The‌‍‍ words Bending Bridge‌‌ came from Goz’s​‌⁠ mouth.

Without​⁠ a doubt, Erdes⁠‌ had given him⁠ that information.

“Why⁠‌ didn’t you inform‍ us?”

“Because‍⁠ it had to‌​ be done in‍ secret.”

“And⁠ why?”

“Didn’t‍ I say it⁠⁠​ was secret?”

Goz’s‌‍ face turned fierce.‌

He‍ looked ready to‍⁠‍ unsheathe his claws.⁠

“Perda‍ Valdrova. Not only‍ did you enter⁠‌​ our territory without‍⁠‌ permission, but you‌‍ also killed that‍ man’s son with⁠​⁠ your own hands.‍ If you truly​‍ do not want‌‍​ a war, you‍​ had better speak‌ clearly.”

He‌⁠ would not run⁠⁠‍ from a war​ if it came.‌

But‍ he also had⁠‍‍ no intention of‍ starting one unnecessarily.‍⁠​

“As​ I said before,​‍‍ I was the⁠ one who killed​​ Abel Silverwind. And⁠​​ it is also⁠⁠⁠ true that I caused problems. But‌ none of that‍​‌ happened because I wanted it to.”⁠‌‌

Perda⁠​ continued.

“That‌‌ man was a demon worshipper. He‌ was trying to⁠⁠ obtain power through⁠⁠‍ a rebellion supported‍​‌ by demons.”

“How‍⁠​ did you discover⁠​ that?”

“There‍‌ was no need‍ to overcomplicate it.‌‍​ He spilled everything‍​ on his own.⁠⁠ I don’t know‍⁠⁠ whether he saw‍‍‌ me as a fish already caught​​ or mistook me⁠ for a confessional‍ priest, but he‍‍ ended up confessing‌‍ it himself.”

Goz‌‌​ did not explode⁠⁠‌ in anger upon​‍ hearing the words‍‍ “demon worshipper.”

That⁠⁠ meant Sitri had⁠⁠ perfectly hidden the​ contract mark.

The‍‌ balance began to​⁠⁠ tilt slightly.

Perda​‍‍ decided to add‍ something perhaps unnecessary.‍⁠

“Do​⁠ you know what⁠⁠⁠ he said? That‍ Goz Silverwind was⁠ nothing more than‌ a usurper. That‌ he was unworthy‌‍​ of that power.”‍

“So‌​‍ there’s quite a bit of discontent‌‍ inside Silverwind too?‍ Did a simple⁠ piranha start having​‌ ambitions and strange‌⁠ thoughts—?”

“Silence.”​⁠

“You‍‍ know I’m on‌‌ your side, right?”​‌​

He‌ stopped Erdes’s mouth‌‌ as she kept⁠​‍ digging into open‌ wounds.

“For‍ them to question⁠​​ my power is​⁠‍ something that can‍‌​ happen. And to‌⁠⁠ challenge it is‍ also natural for⁠​ the children of‍⁠⁠ Silverwind. But if‌ that challenge is‌‍ obtained through a demonic contract, then‍​ the story changes.”​

What‍ they desired was‌ pure power.

The‌‌ power born from⁠ the blood inherited‍‍⁠ from the lord⁠​‍ of steel and​​ wind.

“And​ what does that⁠​ have to do⁠ with you killing⁠‍ him? Am I supposed to think‍‌​ you did me‌​ a favor?”

“How‌‍ could that be?‌‍ I told him‍ that if he‌‍‌ wanted to overthrow​​‍ you, I would‌ personally help him.”⁠‌

The⁠ wind rose.

How​‍ could he not‍​‌ become furious after‌​ hearing that someone⁠‍ openly proposed a conspiracy to kill⁠‌ him?

“But​‍​ he did not⁠ accept. Not because⁠ he was noble,‌ but because his‌⁠ own usurpation plan​‌‌ required me.”

The‌‍⁠ wind stopped.

“A‍⁠ mere human like⁠‌‌ you?”

“He​⁠‌ said he would⁠⁠‌ use me as​​‌ bait and then​ absorb that power.”‌⁠⁠

“Whose?​​⁠ Valdrova’s?”

“Ruri’s.”​​

Upon‌‌⁠ hearing that, Goz’s⁠​ body tensed slightly.‍‌

Erdes,​‌ who had been‍‍‍ observing Goz’s reaction,⁠ intervened.

“Ruri?⁠‍ And who is⁠‌‌ that?”

“She⁠​⁠ exists. A girl‌ like that.”

Goz‌⁠ tried to brush⁠‌⁠ it off vaguely,‌‌ but Erdes persisted.​

She‍⁠⁠ glanced sideways at‍​‌ the small silver-haired​​ maid and clapped⁠‍ her hands.

“Could​‌ it be that‌⁠‍ little miss over‍‌ there? Looking closely,​‌ I think so.⁠​ There were traces⁠ of someone with​‍ a small body,​​ was it her?‍‌​ That girl is​‍​ the—?”

“Erdes​‌‍ Roton. I did⁠‍ not bring you⁠​ here so you‌ could chatter endlessly.”​

His‍​⁠ vertical pupils glared​​ at her fiercely.‍⁠​

The‍ look was even⁠ more irritating than​ before.

Erdes‍ smiled awkwardly and⁠⁠ pretended to shut‍⁠‍ her mouth.

Goz’s⁠ irritated gaze ended‍‌ up unconsciously turning​‍​ toward Ruri.

Ruri​⁠ remained facing away⁠⁠ and could not‌⁠​ turn around.

Perda‌⁠‌ continued explaining the​⁠ situation.

“Ruri‍​​ came to save⁠‍ me. And because‌⁠ of that, I ended up having​ to kill Abel.”‍⁠

“Hmm,​‌‌ then we could⁠ call our dear⁠⁠⁠ Ruri, who miraculously​‌ survived, and have⁠‍‌ her testify.”

Do‍⁠‌ whatever you want.‍​ I have nothing​⁠ to hide.

Just⁠ as Perda was‌​ about to accept‍‍ Erdes’s proposal—

“Enough.‍​ That is sufficient.”‌‌⁠

It‍‌⁠ was Goz who‍‍‍ rejected that testimony.​

At​ Goz’s attitude, cutting‍ the matter short,‌​⁠ Erdes looked at‌‍‌ him with displeasure​ before turning her⁠⁠‍ gaze back to⁠‌ Perda.

Then⁠ she smiled again.‌

“Well,‍ we’ve heard enough⁠⁠ from the two⁠⁠ men, so now​​⁠ it’s my turn​‍‌ to speak.”

Since‌ when did this‍ conversation have turns?‍

With‍ how much you⁠ interrupted, I thought​⁠​ this was simply​ a disaster where⁠‍‌ everyone talked over‍‌‍ each other.

Perda‌ was about to⁠​ mock her but‍‌ restrained himself.

Erdes‌ stretched widely while‍⁠ showing a relaxed‍‌ smile.

“Yes,​ yes, it was‌‌​ a touching story,​‌ Regent Perda. But‍‌⁠ I can’t accept‍​‌ your account so⁠ easily.”

It​​‌ was the reaction​‌‍ he expected.

“There⁠ should be traces‍‍‌ that that man‍‍⁠ made a contract‍​ with demons, shouldn’t⁠ there?”

“Yes,‌‌ I found them.‍‌​ They were hidden​ in quite a curious place. The‍‍⁠ heel of the‍ foot. I suppose‍‍⁠ nobody checks all​ the way there,‍ so it’s understandable‌ that even the​ Silverwind didn’t notice​‍ them.”

She‍⁠ acknowledged that the​ mark had been⁠⁠​ placed somewhere easy‌​‌ to overlook.

However,‌⁠​ the gaze directed⁠⁠ at Perda was‌‍ unsettling.

“But⁠​⁠ I am Erdes‌ Roton.”

The‌ most powerful mage​ on the continent.⁠‌

Model‍‌ of all mages,⁠ witness to history,‍ and war heroine.‌‍​

Her‌ words were law.‍

A tyrant without borders.⁠‌

And⁠ at the same‍‍ time, the greatest⁠ authority on dark​ magic.

Someone​ once said that‍​ love and hatred‍‌⁠ are separated by‍‍‌ only a single⁠​ sheet of paper.⁠

Erdes⁠‌​ understood dark magic‌​ as well as‍​ she hated it.‌⁠‌

“The‍‌ tricks of those⁠​ miserable demons are​⁠ detected immediately. For⁠​​ example, the exact​⁠ moment when a mark was engraved.”‌

A smile appeared on​‍ Erdes’s face.

She⁠ looked like a spider observing prey⁠‍​ trapped in its‌⁠ web.

“The‌ contract mark engraved⁠ on Abel Silverwind‍‌‌ had not even⁠​ dried yet.”

Not⁠ even Perda knew‌‍⁠ it was possible​​ to determine when⁠‌‍ a mark had‍‍⁠ been engraved.

Demonic⁠ contracts had never‍ interested him.

Or‌ more precisely, the​‍​ nature of those​​‍ contracts lay outside‍‌‌ his interests.

What​​ mattered to him‌ was how demons‌‌⁠ trapped humans and‌‌ how to avoid⁠‍ it.

Most​ people focused on‌‌ that.

But‍ Erdes’s obsession was‍⁠ far broader.

She‍‍‌ was obsessed with⁠​‌ everything related to​‍​ dark magic.

It​‍ was a sick‌ obsession.

The​​ kind that would‌⁠​ do anything to‌⁠ cleanse the continent​​ of the disease​‍⁠ called dark magic.​‌

And‍ that obsession was​‌ driving Perda into⁠ a dead end.​⁠⁠

“Do‍‌ you want to​⁠ hear my theory?”‍

She⁠ began presenting her​ deduction.

“Regent‍‌ Perda, you made‌​ a certain deal‌ with the great‌​​ demon Sitri. You‍‍ said you came⁠​ to destroy a demonic facility, right?‌ Perhaps that was‌​‌ the deal. What‌‌ would you do​ if the facility‍‌ collapsed not in⁠ days, but within‌​ hours? For Sitri,‌‍ it would be⁠⁠ the perfect excuse.​‍ You ignored the‍ saying about never⁠ making deals with‌⁠‌ demons and quietly⁠ crossed over using​ a Bending Bridge.”⁠​‍

Her‌⁠ words were astonishingly​ accurate.

Enough​⁠​ for Perda to‌ feel pressure.

“But‌⁠ then something unexpected‍‍ happened. The Bending‌ Bridge you crossed⁠‌ through closed for‍‌​ some reason. Regent​⁠​ Perda was left‍ completely alone, and⁠ then Abel appeared.⁠ Could that unexpected‌⁠‌ event have been‍ Sitri’s trap?”

As​‌ she asked that‍⁠‌ question, Erdes narrowed‍‍ her eyes with‌ a smile and‍‍ stared directly at⁠​‍ Perda.

She​‌‍ was trying to⁠‍​ see beyond the‌‌ mask Perda wore.​

And⁠ Perda did everything⁠ possible to conceal‍‌ it.

“No.⁠ It wasn’t. That⁠‍ was not part‌​ of Sitri’s plan.”​

Did​​​ she read his‌ expression?

She​‌‍ continued with another‍ explanation.

“If‍⁠⁠ it had been‍⁠‍ such a shallow‌ trick, you would‍‍‌ have noticed it.​ Because you are‌ not an idiot,⁠⁠‍ Regent Perda. You‌‍ surely checked over​ and over to⁠​ make sure there‌ were no traps‍ in the Bending​ Bridge. But even‍​ so, you still⁠ could not reenter‌ the return bridge.⁠ That means you⁠⁠ took something out‌ of that demonic​ facility. Something so​ important that you‌ wagered your own‌‌ life to obtain⁠ it.”

His​​ throat went dry.⁠​

She‍ slowly rotated her⁠‍‌ finger, as though⁠⁠ hypnotizing someone, while‌ continuing to speak.‌‍​

“Making‌‍ you encounter Abel⁠⁠​ Silverwind was probably‌​‌ one of the‌‌‍ traps that bitch⁠ Sitri had prepared.​⁠​ Someone assigned to​ punish you if‌‌‌ you started having‍​‌ strange thoughts. An⁠ excellent card, because‌⁠​ even if he‍‌ died, consequences would​⁠ remain. But for​‍ some reason, she‍⁠ did not use‍​‌ that trap. Instead,⁠ she helped Perda⁠ by engraving a contract mark onto⁠‌ Abel Silverwind.”

He‍‍ could not help⁠ but feel admiration.‍​⁠

Even​ while cornering him,⁠‌​ she was this‍ impressive.

Was‍​ it possible to​⁠ go this far⁠​ simply by hating‍‍ something with such‍ intensity?

Erdes’s​ depth was on‌‍ an entirely different‌‌⁠ level from anything‌‌‍ Perda could comprehend.‌

“Why‌⁠ would a demon​ help you? If​‌ she had simply⁠ left everything as⁠⁠ it was, without‌​ engraving the mark,‌​‌ the Silverwind would‌‌​ have come to​ interrogate you, and⁠ you would have⁠ been sweating while‌‍ trying to convince‌ them. War would‍​​ have become practically⁠​ inevitable. So then,‌ why would she​ willingly abandon a chaotic situation that‌ demons love so‍ much?”

His‍⁠​ mouth felt completely⁠‌‍ dry.

He⁠‌ feared even moving‌​ his Adam’s apple,​​‌ so he maintained⁠‌ maximum tension.

“The⁠ three clues that‌‍⁠ led me to⁠‍​ this conclusion are‍‍​ the following.”

Erdes‍ raised her index‌ finger.

“First,​ the fact that⁠ you use dark‌‌ magic.”

Her⁠‌‍ middle finger.

“Second,‌‍⁠ the fact that‍⁠ a great demon‌⁠​ of hell saved‌ you instead of⁠‌⁠ trapping you.”

Her​⁠​ ring finger.

“Third,‍​ the fact that​⁠ the scent of⁠⁠⁠ a demon can‍ still be faintly‍‍⁠ perceived in this​ house.”

She‌ had struck directly‍‍ at the blind⁠ spot.

No​⁠ matter what happened,⁠ there was one⁠⁠‌ conclusion Erdes absolutely​ must never reach.​​

‘Penelope.’​​‌

The⁠‍ situation was already‍‍ dangerous enough with‍​‍ the mere suspicion⁠‍ of whether he​‍‌ had made a demonic contract or‌‍⁠ not.

If‍‍ they discovered that‍ he was hiding‍​ a demon inside‍‌‌ the castle, Erdes’s‌ hostility would tilt‌‍‍ completely against him.​‍

And⁠ the problem was⁠‍⁠ not simply that​​ it would be‍‍ troublesome.

Erdes‌ was someone even​ the First Prince,‍​ the most influential⁠ figure after the⁠‌⁠ emperor, tried to‍ cling to.

She⁠‍ would undoubtedly place‌ obstacles in the‌ development of the​‌‍ far east.

Everything‌ was unbearably tangled.‍

‘And⁠ that’s not the⁠​‍ only problem.’

If,​ during the explanation,‌ it were revealed‌‍ that Penelope was‍‍ a medium capable⁠ of controlling the⁠ life of a great demon, the‌ problem would become‍‍ even worse.

It‌ was obvious that⁠ Erdes would become​‌​ desperately obsessed with⁠⁠ Penelope.

That‍ could not be‌‍⁠ allowed.

Everything‍ that existed in‍ this castle existed⁠⁠ solely for Valdrova.⁠

Just⁠ as Perda was‌‌ about to open⁠ his mouth, Erdes⁠ smiled with her‍‍‍ eyes and asked—⁠‌‌

“Are‍‍‌ you the child‍‌ of a demon?”⁠‍⁠

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