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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 74: If You Desire It

Chapter 74: If You Desire It

Two​‌ hours later, Perda‍‌⁠ received the guest⁠‌ he had been‍⁠ expecting.

“It‍‍ is an honor⁠ for Bernard Wayne,‍ rector of Escolea,​​​ to meet the‌ consort of the⁠ great Incarnation of​ Strength.”

“I⁠‍ welcome the treasure​​ of humanity and​​⁠ director of knowledge.”‍‌‍

“I‌ sincerely thank you‍​‌ for allowing me‌⁠ to enter Castle​​‌ Valdrova.”

Bernard​⁠ Wayne, rector of⁠‌‍ Escolea, removed his‍‌ hat while bowing⁠ his head.

The⁠ skin-colored plain between‍⁠ the two strands⁠ of hair still‌⁠ shone brilliantly.

“It‌‍ must have been‍ a difficult journey,‌‌⁠ Director. I saw‍​ from the window​‌‌ that you came‌⁠ accompanied by an​​ army.”

“Two‍‌ mages, two knights,‍ and twenty soldiers.​⁠‍ Haha! Only now​​‌ do I finally​‍⁠ feel like a true noble.”

After‍ the failure of‌ the operation to​​‍ use the rector⁠‌‍ of Escolea as‍⁠ a scapegoat, Escolea⁠‌​ had been turned​‌⁠ upside down.

No‍‍​ matter how much​ people belittled the⁠ position by saying‌ the rector only​ existed to take‌ the blame for⁠ everything, he was⁠​​ still the face‍ of Escolea in‍‌​ the end.

The⁠ assassination attempt had⁠​ been enough to​​ shake the very‌⁠ foundations of the⁠​ academy.

And‌ thanks to that,‍‌ the rector had⁠⁠ managed to gain​‌ power within Escolea’s⁠⁠⁠ council.

“Hehe,‍⁠ living in such‌ a magnificent castle,⁠‍ I imagine you‌⁠ receive many distinguished⁠​⁠ guests.”

“Rather‍⁠‍ than distinguished guests,‍‌‍ it is usually⁠‌‌ thugs who come‍‍ to threaten me.”‌

“Huh?​⁠ That cannot be.‌⁠‌ After all, you​ are the Incarnation⁠‍‌ of Strength capable​ of shaking the​​ continent…”

“Last⁠ week they came⁠‌‍ to threaten me⁠‌ again.”

“Ah…‌​ I see.”

Not​ knowing what to‌‍ answer, he decided‍⁠‍ to change the‌⁠ subject.

“This⁠‌ is the blueprint​ for the demon‍ appearance prediction device‍ that I promised‌ to give you.”⁠​

Perda⁠‍ looked at the‌ scroll Bernard handed‍‌ him.

It‍⁠ was a scroll⁠​‍ whose form was⁠​ maintained through magic,‍ so it could‌ not burn, get‌⁠ wet, or deteriorate‌​‍ like a normal‍‍ book.

Even⁠ though what he​ was handing over⁠​‍ was only a copy, the fact​ that he had​‍ used such valuable​ material showed that​⁠​ Bernard was not‍‍⁠ hiding ulterior motives.‍⁠⁠

“Thank‌⁠​ you.”

“It‍ is nothing. But…‍‍​ will you be‌​‌ able to read⁠‌ this blueprint?”

Of⁠ course not.

Perda‌ was completely unfamiliar‍⁠ with that type‌​‍ of design.

“The​ castle’s chief researcher​ will examine it.”‌​​

“Chief‍​‍ researcher? Who is⁠ it?”

“Vernell⁠​‍ Marquis.”

“Vernell​‍ Marquis…? That walking‌​ disaster? He is⁠⁠⁠ here?”

Bernard‌⁠ was startled and‌‌ repeated the name‍‍ several times.

“I‌ heard he was⁠ famous, but it⁠ seems he truly‍‍ is.”

“He‍⁠ is. There is⁠​ no one in​​​ Escolea who does‍⁠ not know that‍⁠ man. He was⁠‌ someone everyone had‌ high expectations for,​ and then he‌ ended up disappointing‌‌‌ everyone.”

And​⁠ the one who​⁠‍ had clearly been⁠‌ disappointed was Bernard.‍

After⁠ letting out a deep sigh, he‍ asked Perda.

“What‌‌‌ is he doing‌‌ now? Did he⁠ abandon that madness‌‍​ and come here?”‌‌

“That‌‌‌ madness succeeded.”

“As​​‍ expected, that was…‌​‌ huh?”

Bernard’s​ eyes opened wide.⁠

“Are⁠ you saying he⁠‍ actually succeeded?”

Perda⁠⁠ had already expected​⁠‌ his reaction.

That‌‌ was why, before‍‍ Bernard’s arrival, he⁠ had brought one‌‍ of the samples⁠⁠‍ created by Vernell⁠⁠‍ to show him.‌‌

“It‌​ is a magic⁠ stone. An object‌‌‍ refined from monster​ corpses.”

“My‍ God… that madman⁠‍‌ truly ended up⁠ revolutionizing the world…?”⁠‌

That‌‌​ was what academics‌‌ called a revolutionary​‍ discovery.

Bernard’s‍​‌ face passed through​⁠ countless emotions.

Astonishment,‌‌ admiration, envy, and⁠⁠ regret.

The‌ person he had⁠‌ turned his back⁠ on had ended​ up being right,​⁠ and he seemed⁠‍ unable to accept​‌ it.

“And​‌‍ what is the⁠⁠ efficiency?”

He⁠‍ seemed to fully‍‍ trust that Vernell‍ would already have‍‌‍ calculated everything, so‍ he did not‍ even ask whether⁠ he had done‌‍‌ it.

“For‍ now, 10%.”

“Do‍ you know what⁠​‍ the initial percentage⁠‍⁠ was?”

“I​​ heard it was‍​ 7.1%.”

“I⁠⁠​ see.”

Although‍​‌ he showed astonishment,‌ at the same‌⁠ time he also​ seemed uncomfortable.

Perda⁠‍ was not an​‌‍ academic, so he​‌ could not understand⁠⁠ what was going‍ through his mind.‌

That‍ was why he⁠‌ made a proposal.⁠

“Would‌‌⁠ you like to‌⁠⁠ meet Vernell Marquis?”‍‌

But‌‌ Bernard came out‌ of his thoughts‌​ and shook his⁠⁠⁠ head.

“No.‌‌​ There is no⁠⁠ need to speak⁠​‍ with him directly…‍‌ although…”

Bernard⁠ clapped his hands​‌‍ and spoke.

“Do​⁠‍ you remember what‍‌ I mentioned during⁠ the Grand Council?⁠ I asked you​‌ to participate in‍⁠ an exhibition.”

“I​‍ remember. You said‍‍ it would be⁠ in Hallim.”

“In​ fifteen days, all​ the academics and‍ nobles will gather‍​ there. It will⁠‌‌ last three days.‍⁠​ There will be​ opening, main, and‍‌ closing presentations.”

And​ then he made‌ his proposal.

“I​ will use my‍‌‌ influence to place‍‌ Vernell on the⁠‌‍ main stage. Would​⁠⁠ he be willing⁠ to attend?”

***​

“Rector​ Bernard made such⁠ a proposal? He‍​​ said he would‍‌ place me on‌⁠‍ the main stage?”‍

Vernell​ asked with his‍‌‍ eyes completely wide‌ open.

Perda‍‌⁠ had already seen‌‍ Vernell make a scene several times,‍‍‌ but never this‍​ shocked.

He‍‍⁠ was so stunned‌‍‌ that his hands‌‍​ had stopped moving​ entirely.

“It⁠​⁠ seems to have⁠‌⁠ been quite an⁠‌‍ extraordinary proposal.”

“The‌⁠ main stage is‌‌ the most important⁠‌ part of the⁠⁠ three days of‍‍‌ the Escolea exhibition.‍‍ Even famous academics​‍‍ can barely hope‍ to occupy that‍‍ place.”

“Then‍‌⁠ that is something⁠⁠​ good for you.”​⁠‌

“It⁠ is… something good.”‌⁠

But‌​ unlike his words,​ Vernell showed a complicated expression.

Eventually,‍⁠‌ he set down‍​ the pen and​​ leaned against the‍‍ table.

“I⁠‍​ do not know.‍ I do not‌​‌ want to go.”​

Perda‍ felt that Vernell​​ was being controlled⁠​ by his emotions.​

“You⁠ are going to⁠⁠ reject a glorious⁠ place all academics‌ dream of?”

“Glory?​‌⁠ It is obvious‍⁠ that Rector Bernard‌​‍ is setting a trap for me.​‍ Why would I go?”

“A⁠‍ trap?”

“That​ man deeply hated⁠‌ me. After the​​ humiliations he put‌‌‌ me through, I cannot accept his‌​ kindness.”

“What‌⁠​ did he do?”⁠‍

“He‌​⁠ criticized my research​‌‍ project.”

Vernell‍​​ clenched his fist​‍ tightly.

“When‍‍‍ second-year students enter‍ the academy, they⁠‌‍ participate in something‌ called the Academic‍⁠ Conference. Even if‌⁠ some ideas are​ fantastical, it is⁠​​ a place to⁠​⁠ talk about the​⁠​ future. And precisely‍⁠ because it is⁠ a space meant⁠⁠ to bring out⁠​‌ fresh ideas, being‍‍ criticized there carries‍‌‌ enormous meaning. It​​ is like pulling‌⁠ down my pants​​ and showing my‌‍‌ crotch to the⁠‍​ entire audience.”

“Only‍‌ because of that?”‌‍

Someone⁠‍ might say that,‌ but Perda did​‍ not see it​​‍ that way.

It‌⁠​ only proved that​⁠‍ the future Vernell​ had envisioned had‌ been completely sincere.⁠

And‌ having that sincerity​‍ denied was something​‍ painful.

Perda‌ only knew that⁠ Vernell had gone⁠​‌ from being the⁠‌​ academy’s top student⁠ to ending up​‌⁠ in last place.‍‍‌

And​⁠‍ that, after barely‌ graduating, he had‌ ended up involved‌ in magical engineering.‍

He​⁠‍ had never imagined‍‌‍ the conflict between⁠⁠ him and Bernard‍ ran that deep.‍​

“If​‍‍ he humiliated you,⁠ should you not‍‌ participate all the⁠ more?”

At⁠⁠ Perda’s question, Vernell⁠ turned toward him.⁠⁠‌

“And‍ how do you‌‍‍ arrive at that​ conclusion?”

“If‌​⁠ you were not⁠⁠‌ wrong, then you​ only need to​ act with confidence,‍‌​ right?”

“Of‍​​ course I would​⁠⁠ like to strike​ back at him.​​‌ Yes… but what​​⁠ if all of‍⁠​ this is a trap to destroy​ me?”

“Then‌ are you going‍​⁠ to keep avoiding​ him your entire‍ life?”

At‍​‍ Perda’s counterquestion, Vernell‍​‍ could not answer.‌

He‌⁠⁠ was trying to⁠ avoid the problem,‌​ but deep down‍‌​ he knew running‍ away was not‍⁠ the correct thing‍⁠⁠ to do.

“I‌ do not know‌⁠‌ what will happen​‌​ when that moment‌‌‍ comes, but you⁠‌⁠ are no longer⁠ an academy student.‌‌ You are my‌‌ chief researcher. If‌ Bernard does something‍ stupid to you…”‍‍‍

“……”‌‍

“Then⁠‍ he will not‍ have to deal⁠‍ with you, but‌‍‍ with me.”

Those‌ words pulled Vernell⁠ out of his​ thoughts, and he⁠ looked back at‍ Perda.

Right.‍​

He​⁠ was no longer​ alone now.

He‍‍ realized once again‍​‌ that he had⁠ solid support behind‍ him.

“Understood.⁠ I will do‍⁠​ as you say‍⁠‍ and face him.⁠⁠ By the way,⁠⁠ what is that​ in your hands?⁠ It looks like‍‌ a blueprint…”

“It⁠‍ is the rector‌ Bernard’s child.”

“Child?”‍

“He‌ said it is​‌ the blueprint for⁠ a demon appearance‌‌‍ prediction device. Can‍ you examine it?”​

“Ah,⁠ I see. A demon prediction device…⁠‌‍ Then I will⁠‍ take a look.”‌⁠‌

While​‍ Vernell examined the‌ blueprint, the door‍ opened and someone‍‍ entered.

It⁠‌ was Stephan.

Perda​‍​ had just been​ thinking about telling⁠​​ him something, but‍‍⁠ Stephan’s face did​ not look good‌ at all.

He​ looked like someone⁠​‍ about to announce‌ bad news.

“I-I…​⁠⁠ um…”

Stephan​​ stammered.

***‍

A few days earlier,‌ Stephan was traveling⁠ by carriage.

He​⁠ wore luxurious robes‌⁠‍ that he would‍ normally never use.​‍​

They‍⁠ were so expensive‌⁠ that simply wearing⁠‌ them felt frightening.⁠

But⁠ unlike that elegant‍‍‍ appearance, the worry⁠ never disappeared from​‍‍ his face.

“Haah…”‍

“Are⁠‍ you feeling alright,⁠‌⁠ sir? Your expression‌ does not look⁠⁠⁠ good. At this​‍ rate, you are‌ going to faint.”​‍

“I​​⁠ am a little…​‌‌ haah.”

“Would‍⁠ you like me⁠‍ to loosen the‍ knot?”

The‍ servant sitting across‌‌‌ from him loosened‌‌​ the cord around​ his neck.

Stephan​ looked at him‌⁠ and spoke.

“Tighten‌ it more. Do⁠ not let it​‌ loosen.”

He‌ could not appear‌​‍ disheveled.

He‌‌‍ would rather die​​​ strangled by the‌ knot than allow⁠‍‌ that.

The‍ reason he was‌ so tense was‌ the enormous mansion‍‍ in front of‍‌ him.

The‌​ residence of Herman‌‍‌ Pascal, founder of‍ the Pascal Trading‍ Company, great merchant,​ and Stephan’s father.‌‍

It​‌‌ was both his​​ hometown and a battlefield.

Stephan⁠​​ stepped down from‍‍ the carriage and‍‌‌ entered through the⁠ mansion’s entrance.

“Welcome,‌​‌ young master Stephan.”‌

Upon⁠‍‍ seeing that familiar‍‍ face, Stephan smiled​ and embraced him.‌​​

“It‍ has been a long time, old‌⁠‌ Sebastian! How have⁠​ you been?”

“My‍​‍ body is no‍​ longer what it‌​ used to be.‍⁠ I believe the​ time has come‍ for me to‍‍ retire.”

“What‌​ are you saying?‍⁠‍ You swore to‌‍‍ dedicate your life‌‍‍ to this place.‌ You should keep⁠ working until your⁠‌ bones break.”

He⁠ tried joking to⁠‌ hide the trembling‌ in his body.​‍

The⁠⁠​ butler noticed and‍‍​ played along to‍⁠ help calm him​‍ down.

After‌​ walking through a long hallway and⁠ passing by employees​ and servants, they⁠‌ arrived before a luxurious door.

“Second‍‌ son, young master⁠‍ Stephan, enter.”

The​​⁠ door opened.

In‌⁠ front of him‍‌‌ was an enormous​⁠‍ table stretching through​ the center like‍‍‌ a red carpet.‍

And‌​ at the end‌ of that table,⁠ seated like a king, was an‌ old man.

Herman​ Pascal.

The‌​‌ head of the‍ Pascal Company.

A man who began​‌ by selling fruit‍⁠ and ended up​​ extending his hands​​ into every kind‌⁠‍ of business.

An‌⁠ economic dictator who‍‌ had once nearly‌ taken complete control​ of the Empire’s‍‍ trade.

Although‍​⁠ despite such a reputation, he now​ only looked like‍‌‌ an aged old‍⁠​ man.

“You‍⁠ are late, brother.”‍​‌

The‍ man seated on⁠‌‌ the right threw‌ out that criticism.‍⁠‍

He​‍ had a robust‍‌‍ body more fitting‍⁠⁠ for a mercenary​‌⁠ than a merchant.​​‍

It⁠ was the eldest‍ son, Merchit Pascal.⁠

“I⁠ apologize. I have‌ been very busy⁠ finishing some matters…”‌​⁠

“And‌‍ what can be‍ done about it?⁠ The company is‍‌⁠ more important than⁠‍ family, is it‍ not? I love​⁠‌ seeing how diligent​ you are as‌ a subordinate, dear​ brother.”

The⁠‌ woman smiling while‍⁠‍ wearing heavy makeup⁠‍ was his younger⁠ sister, Tilda Pascal.⁠‌

At​ first glance, it​‍ seemed as though‌‌ she were supporting​‌‌ him.

But⁠ that smile was‌⁠‍ actually saying, “That​‍ is the highest​‍ someone like you⁠​ can achieve.”

That​⁠ was why he⁠ hated this place.⁠⁠

He​‌​ had returned to⁠​ his family home,‌​ but he felt⁠‌‍ like a stranger.​⁠⁠

“Sit‍⁠ down already.”

Stephan‌‍​ ended up taking⁠‍ a distant seat,‌ pushed aside by‍ his nephews who‍ were already seated.‌​‍

The‌⁠‍ entire family was‌⁠ gathered.

“Very⁠⁠ well, let us⁠​ begin eating.”

The⁠⁠ butler’s bell rang,⁠​ and the maids‍‍ entered.

As‍ befitted the wealthiest​ family on the‌‌‌ continent, every dish‌⁠‍ carried the intense‌ aroma of spices⁠‍ that were extremely⁠ difficult to obtain.⁠​

Even⁠ getting the chance‌‍ to taste something‌⁠‌ like this was‍ rare.

But​ Stephan could not⁠⁠​ taste the food.⁠‍​

“Lately…”​

Herman‍⁠ opened the conversation,​​‍ and instantly, the‍‍‍ hands around the⁠​‌ table stopped moving.​

“How‍⁠ have things been⁠ going for all‍‌ of you?”

As​ if they had‍ been waiting for‌ that question, Merchit‍⁠‍ and Tilda set‍⁠ down their utensils‍⁠​ and wiped their‍⁠‌ mouths.

The⁠ eldest son, seated‍​ closest, spoke first.⁠

“Lately‍ I have been​​‌ expanding toward the​⁠ south. Do you‍ know Colosenia? One​​ of the greatest⁠⁠‌ entertainment cities, famous‌ for its gladiator‌ spectacles. I signed​ a mercenary supply⁠ contract with one​ of the gladiator‌ schools there.”

“Do‌​‌ you plan to⁠ dedicate yourself only⁠ to the meat⁠ business?”

“Of‍⁠‌ course not. That⁠​‌ land is so​‌‌ hot they say‍⁠​ even the moon‍ looks like the⁠​ sun. The spices⁠​ there have incredible​ intensity, comparable to‌‍ the Empire’s finest​​‍ products.”

“Yes,‍​ those luxuries are‍ more valuable than​ gold.”

Herman‌ nodded calmly.

As​ though he had‍‍ barely met the‌​ minimum requirement, Merchit​ let out a sigh of relief.​⁠⁠

Then‍ it was Tilda⁠‌​ Pascal’s turn to‌​‍ speak about her⁠​‌ recent affairs.

“I​‍‌ am observing the⁠‍ west together with​‍‌ my husband. They‌‌​ say it is​⁠‌ a land of‍‍‌ mysterious magic, but⁠‍ even they must​​‌ need something, no?⁠‌ The moment we‍⁠ open trade routes,‍⁠​ the Pascal Trading​⁠⁠ Company will become​‍‍ a storm.”

“That⁠‍ sounds rather fantastical.”​

Herman‍​‌ glared sharply at​​​ Tilda.

But‍ she answered as‌ if she had⁠ already expected that⁠ reaction.

“I‍‍​ thought the same​ at first. But⁠⁠‌ if we obtain‌​ the contract for‍‍ the magic crystal⁠‌‌ mine, the story‍​ changes, does it‌​ not? It is⁠​‍ a material that‍​ drives mages insane.”⁠

“Hmm…”⁠‍

Herman​ looked away.

Tilda​‍⁠ was also obtaining‍ contracts with great⁠⁠⁠ skill, so there⁠⁠ was not much‍⁠⁠ to criticize.

Now‌‌ only one remained.‌

“Stephan.”​​

“Y-yes?”​‍

“Why‍‍‍ are you so‌‍ quiet?”

“Sorry.​ I thought my‍‌‌ situation would not​ interest you very‍ much…”

“Do​‌‌ not make me⁠ repeat myself.”

It‌‍‌ was a gathering⁠​⁠ he had wanted​ to escape from,​‍ but he could⁠​ not.

So​‍‍ Stephan also spoke‌ about his recent⁠‍​ affairs.

“I…⁠‌⁠ am currently trying‌‍ to establish myself⁠‌ in the east.”‌

“In‍​‍ the east?”

“Oh,‍‌ are you opening‌‍ businesses in the⁠⁠​ east? If I remember correctly, you​​‍ said you were​⁠ aiming for the⁠‍ north.”

Tilda⁠ acted as though⁠ it were the‌ first time she⁠⁠⁠ had heard that.‍‌

She​‌‍ was preparing to⁠​​ pour oil onto​ the fire.

“The‌ north can already‌‌‍ maintain itself steadily⁠‍ as it is.⁠ So this time‌​⁠ I thought about‍‌‌ making a more‌‍⁠ aggressive investment and⁠​‍ expanding toward the‌​⁠ east.”

“Mmm,‌​ brother. According to⁠‌‌ what I learned,‍ an aggressive investment⁠ and throwing money⁠​ into the dirt‌ are two different‍‍ things, you know?”⁠⁠​

Tilda‌‍ was basically asking‍ why he was​‍ doing something stupid.⁠⁠

“I‍‌‍ do not think‍‍‍ it is a good idea either,​ brother.”

Merchit‍‍‌ supported her words.‌

“Is⁠ it not enough‍⁠ to sell liquor,‌ smoked meat, and‌ leather to those‍⁠‍ northern barbarians? If⁠‌‌ you followed father’s⁠⁠ formula, you would‌‌ avoid losses. Why​​ are you doing‌​ something like this?”‌⁠​

The​ answer was obvious.‍​‌

Because‍ he needed to‌ survive within this‍‌ family.

“I‍⁠⁠ simply want to​‍‌ bet on a business with potential.”​‍

“Potential?​​‍ Look at the⁠‌ situation in the‌​​ east! Even now‍‌ the Demon Lands​​‌ continue expanding and​⁠‍ the territory shrinks⁠ little by little.​ What do you​​ plan to do‌​ there? Bring back‌ contaminated soil and​‍​ create biological weapons?”‌⁠⁠

“Biological‍⁠ weapons sound like‌⁠ a good idea.​​ They smell less‌‌ than throwing excrement⁠​ and would probably⁠⁠​ work better. If‌​ you want, I would even like⁠ to invest in⁠ that, brother.”

They‍ say the sister-in-law⁠‍‍ who tries to‌ stop the fight‌​‌ is more hateful⁠‍‍ than the mother-in-law⁠‌ who throws punches.‌

And‍⁠ Tilda’s words were‍‍‍ more irritating than‌⁠ Merchit’s.

“That‍‌‌ is enough.”

Herman,⁠ who had remained‍ silent, calmed the⁠‍ atmosphere.

He​‍‌ scratched his head⁠⁠⁠ with his thin​ hand and spoke​⁠ again.

“Stephan.”‌‌‌

“Yes,⁠ father.”

“I⁠ know very well​ that you are​​ not doing something‌​‍ foolish. After all,⁠ among all of⁠‍⁠ them, you are⁠ the one who⁠ resembles me most⁠​ in intelligence.”

This⁠ was not going‍‍‌ to end well.‌

Stephan​​​ sensed it.

“But‍ when you want‍ to convince someone,‍⁠ what must you​⁠‍ do?”

“You⁠ must show proof…”​‌‍

“And⁠ do you have​​ that proof in‌​ your hands?”

“I‍‌ am not using‌‌​ company money. I first invested my⁠‌‌ personal fortune and…”‍

“Then‌ you do not⁠‍​ have it.”

“It‍⁠‍ is not that‍‌⁠ I do not⁠⁠‍ have it. It‌⁠ is just that‍ I do not​​ want to reveal​⁠‌ it yet…”

“You‌⁠ mean that thing‍​⁠ called a magic‍ stone, correct?”

“!!”⁠‍

Stephan’s‍ eyes widened instantly.‍

Herman​⁠ reprimanded him with⁠‍​ a displeased look.‌‌

“Why‍​​ are you so‍⁠​ surprised? This company‌‍‌ is still under‌⁠‌ my control, useless‌‌⁠ boy. Your brother⁠⁠ and sister had⁠ already figured it‌​​ out.”

Even‍⁠‌ if he kept⁠ it secret, sooner‌‌ or later they‍‌ would discover it.‍

That‍⁠ his father Herman​⁠‍ knew was one‌‌ thing, but that‍ the other two‌​‍ also knew was​⁠‍ an enormous blow.⁠‌

That⁠‍ meant someone on​​ Stephan’s side was‌⁠ leaking internal information.​⁠

But​ even more shocking​⁠​ was that despite⁠ knowing, everything had​⁠​ continued progressing smoothly.⁠

As​‌​ though they were​ watching Stephan dig⁠‌ his own grave.​​

Before‌‌ he could recover‍​ from the shock,​ Herman questioned him‌ again.

“Speak.​‍ What basis do‌⁠ you have for⁠‌ involving yourself in⁠ this?”

“I‍ simply saw the⁠ future.”

“So‌‌‌ it was intuition.​⁠​ Then that means⁠‌ you trust Regent‍​ Perda.”

“Yes.”‍​⁠

Stephan‌‌ answered instantly.

“How‌​ certain are you?”‌

“If‍ he wished it…”​

Stephan’s‌‌ tongue moved on‌ its own.

“I‍​‌ would be capable‌⁠⁠ of handing him​ the entire company.”⁠‍​

Silence⁠⁠ fell over the⁠‍‌ table.

Stephan⁠ also realized what‌​ he had just⁠​‍ said and hurriedly‌⁠⁠ shut his mouth.‍‌‌

His‌‌‍ mind had gone‌‍​ blank, and he‌ ended up blurting‌ out his true​​ feelings.

‘I‌⁠‍ messed up.’

The​ water had already​​ been spilled.

But⁠​‌ he did not‌ regret it.

Because​ he truly thought⁠ that.

“So‌​‌ it was not​‍‍ a woman who‌ bewitched you, but‍‌‌ a man, and‍‌ you wagered your‌​ entire fortune on‌​ him.”

The‌ sigh mixed into‌ Herman’s words pierced⁠⁠ Stephan’s chest.

“You‍​​ only have two​‌‌ hands, and you​⁠ can only hold‍ one thing in​⁠ each. But now‌ you have two‌‌ things you must⁠‌‍ hold onto. Excessive⁠‍ greed brings misfortune,​ so the time‍ will come when‍‍ you must choose.”‍‍‍

Stephan‍‍ was quick to‌ understand.

He​​‌ immediately grasped what⁠ Herman meant.

Would‌‌ he abandon the‍⁠‌ Far East and‍​ choose the company?​‌

Or⁠ abandon the company⁠⁠‍ and choose the‌‌​ Far East?

“Think​‍ carefully.”

That‍‌‍ was the final‌‍‌ ultimatum from Herman​‍‍ Pascal, the man​ who built everything​⁠ with his own‍‍ hands.

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