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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 75: Loyalty

Chapter 75: Loyalty

“……sir.”‍

“……”⁠‍

“……sir!”‌

“……”⁠⁠‍

“My​​‌ lord!”

“Huh?‌ Yes?”

Stephan‍​‌ jolted in surprise.​​

His⁠‌‌ assistant was shaking‍ his shoulder while⁠​⁠ tilting his head.‌‌⁠

“Are⁠‌ you alright? Do‍‍⁠ you realize you⁠ have not said‌ a single word⁠ during the entire‌ trip?”

“Ah,⁠‌ I’m fine.”

Of​⁠ course he was‍‍ fine.

Stephan⁠ turned his head⁠‌ and looked out⁠ the window.

They‍‍‌ had already left​‌​ Herman Pascal’s house,⁠‌ and the carriage⁠ was moving.

“When⁠⁠⁠ did the carriage⁠ start moving?”

“Thirty​ minutes ago, sir.”‌‌

“Thirty‌ minutes……”

He​‍ did not remember​ those thirty minutes.‌‌

He⁠​ did not even‍ remember finishing the⁠‌ meal.

Stephan’s⁠ mind was covered⁠‍‌ by a thick⁠ fog.

And‌‍ just when that⁠⁠‍ fog seemed to‍ clear, it wrapped​‍ around him again.‌⁠

That‍​⁠ fog was formed‍ by Herman Pascal’s‍ words.

It⁠⁠ was obvious that‌⁠​ he had tried‍‍‌ to intervene directly.‍⁠‍

Because‍‌‌ someone like Herman​⁠‌ Pascal.

The‌​ great merchant.

The‍‌‍ respected trader.

Would‌‍​ never have acted⁠⁠⁠ like that if‌‍‍ he did not​ consider it important.‌‌

After‍⁠‍ all, had anyone‍ in the family​⁠ ever shown interest‌ in the east?⁠‌

Stephan‍​ thought and thought.⁠‌

But​‍ it was not‍ a problem that‌‌ could be solved‍‍‌ simply by thinking.⁠⁠​

“Where​‍‌ is the carriage‌ heading?”

“Where​‍⁠ else would it⁠ go? Home, sir.”‌

“Ah,‌​ right. Of course……”‍​⁠

He​ had asked something‌​ too obvious.

Why‍⁠ had he asked⁠ something like that?⁠

Stephan‌ questioned himself.

Deep‌ down, a part⁠ of him did​‌​ not want to‌⁠‍ return home.

Then‍ where should he‍​‌ go?

The‍⁠ destination was clear.⁠​⁠

“How‌​ are the horses?”​

“They​ are in good⁠⁠ condition.”

“Then‌‌ we are not‌‌‌ returning. We are‍‍⁠ going somewhere else.”‌‌​

“Where‌‍ to?”

“To‌ Castle Valdrova.”

“Without⁠⁠ preparation? It will​ take several days.​ We would need‍ to prepare clothes,‍ send letters, and‌‍​ all that. Let‍‌ us return first.”‍

“Stop‍​ talking and let’s⁠⁠ go.”

Seeing‍ him so absent-minded,​​ the servant could​​​ not say anything​ more and ordered‌ the coachman to‍‌ change the route.‍⁠

The⁠‍ fog once again​ filled Stephan’s mind.⁠‌‌

And‌ he moved forward‌ within that fog.​

‘The⁠ Far East.’

What⁠‍⁠ exactly was the‌⁠⁠ Far East?

From​‍ time to time,⁠​ people appeared dreaming‍​ of a gold‌​​ rush in that​‌‌ unexplored land.

But​‍‍ they always failed.‌⁠‌

And​‍‍ that was natural.‌​

Demonic⁠‍‍ energy was a calamity that not​⁠ even immortals could‌‍‌ control.

How⁠​ could a human⁠⁠​ possibly overcome it?‌‍⁠

The‍ result was as​‍⁠ obvious as a moth throwing itself⁠ into a flame.​‌‍

And​⁠ despite knowing that.‌

What​‌⁠ was he trusting‌‍ in to come⁠‌⁠ this far?

‘Could​​ it be because‌‍ of the magic‍​​ stones?’

Stephan⁠⁠‍ had become obsessed⁠‌‌ with those stones.​​

He⁠ smelled them.

He⁠‍ examined them.

But‌‌ Herman had not‍ reacted the same‍‍ way.

Neither‍‌ had Tilda.

Nor⁠ did Merchit seem‍ interested.

If‍⁠‌ they had sensed⁠‍ the same thing​​ he did, they‍‍ would have desperately⁠‌ tried to seize​‌ them or sabotage‍ him.

Stephan‌ wondered.

‘Then​⁠ am I the​ one who is‍ wrong?’

He‍​ wanted to believe​‌‌ in himself, but‍​ he had always‌ been like this.‌⁠

A person who convinced‍⁠​ himself he was‍‍ objective and then‍⁠‌ fell because of‌‌‍ arrogance.

His​‍ father, Herman Pascal,‌​ had always shown‍​ him with his‍‍ own eyes the​‌​ miserable end of‍‌‍ those merchants.

It‍ was advice both⁠ from a father⁠ and from a man who had‍⁠‌ attained wealth.

Am‍​ I being arrogant?‌

Am‌ I simply blinded‌‍⁠ and therefore seeing‍⁠ Perda as a savior?

What‍ if he is‍‌‍ also just another⁠‌ swindler?

Will‌‍‌ I not end‍‌‍ up like all​ those who died‌​​ believing only in‌ themselves?

The​ doubt would not​ leave his head.⁠‌

Was⁠ he truly prepared​ to entrust his‌‌ life to that⁠ man?

He​‍ was afraid.

Afraid‌‍⁠ of remaining trapped‍​‌ within the Empire,​ slowly dying because‍ of tolls and‌ restrictions.

He‍​ needed something to‍ dispel that fear.‌‌

Alcohol?‌‌‌

Women?‌

Or⁠‌‌ perhaps……?

“Sir!”‌​‍

“Uwah!‌​​ You startled me!⁠ What? Why? What​⁠⁠ happened?”

“We⁠‌‍ have arrived, sir!‌⁠‍ Please come back⁠⁠​ to your senses!”‍

“What?​ We already reached‌⁠​ Castle Valdrova? In⁠‍ just a few​‌⁠ minutes?”

“What​ are you talking‌‍ about? Four days⁠ have passed.”

An‍ entire four days‌‍ had passed while​‌​ he remained completely‍⁠‌ absent-minded.

He⁠​ smelled bad from‍⁠⁠ not properly washing​‌ himself, and his‌ luxurious robe was​ stained with yellowish‌⁠ marks from bodily⁠ fluids.

Why⁠‌‍ had he come‍⁠ here?

And‌‍ then he realized‌​ that question was‍ absurd.

Had⁠‍ he not come⁠ precisely to find⁠ that answer?

Stephan​​ crossed the inner‌‌ castle searching for⁠ Perda.

Perda‍​ was beside Vernell.⁠⁠

They​⁠ seemed to have‌ just finished an⁠‍⁠ important conversation.

“What‌‌ is it?”

Perda⁠‌​ asked.

“I…⁠​‌ well……”

What‍ exactly had he‍‍‌ come to say?​⁠‍

Only⁠ one sentence echoed​‍⁠ in Stephan’s mind.‍

‘I​‌‍ will withdraw from⁠ this.’

He‌‍​ could not trust‌​‌ himself.

He‍ feared ending up​⁠‍ as a beggar.‍⁠

So‌⁠​ he intended to⁠ cut ties right⁠​​ there.

That​⁠ was what he⁠​ wanted to say.‌​

But‍‌ Perda spoke first.‌

“I⁠⁠ have good news.‌⁠‍ Rector Escolea made⁠‌ Vernell a major‍‍⁠ proposal.”

At‍ those words, something‌⁠ different came out⁠ of Stephan’s throat.‍

“W-what​‍​ kind of proposal?”‍‍

“He⁠‍‍ said he offered‌‌​ him the main‍‍ position at the‌‍ exhibition that will‌⁠ be held in‍​ Hallim in two‌‍ weeks.”

Stephan​‌ felt as if‌‍‍ something had struck⁠⁠ his head hard.‍

The​ fog disappeared, and‍‌​ a ray of​‌⁠ light pierced through​⁠ his mind.

“Congratulations!⁠‌‍ The main position⁠⁠ at the Escolea​​ Exhibition is something⁠ huge, right?! At⁠ least that is‌ what I understood!”‍

“Yes.‍ It is an‍ honor for any​ scholar.”

Being⁠‍ recognized among those‍ extremely demanding scholars‌⁠​ carried enormous meaning.⁠

Even⁠ among merchants, it‌‍‌ would attract attention.⁠‍

And⁠​ nine times out​ of ten, that⁠‌ meant money.

“I‍‍‌ cannot just let​⁠ this pass by.⁠‍⁠ What do you‍ say we eat⁠‍‍ and drink today‌‌‍ to celebrate?”

“Haha,​‍ I think you⁠‍ are getting ahead⁠‌ of yourself a little too much……”⁠

“Bah,⁠ who cares!? Even⁠‌ if I have‍ to pay for⁠ it out of​ my own pocket,⁠ I will organize​‍ a grand banquet!‌‍⁠ Hahaha!”

Stephan‌‍​ burst into loud⁠⁠ laughter.

His‌​ exaggerated gestures were⁠ unlike him, but‍‌‌ everyone assumed he‌⁠⁠ was simply very‌⁠‍ happy about the‌ news.

“Stephan.”‍

“Yes?”‌

“Didn’t​ you come to‍ say something?”

Perda‍ asked.

Stephan⁠ scratched his head​‌ and answered.

“Ah,​ that… I just⁠ came to say‌​​ that we should​⁠ give it our‌​ all. Haha!”

The‍⁠ fog that had⁠ covered Stephan’s mind‍‌​ had already disappeared.⁠

I will trust myself.‍

Even​‍⁠ if I end​‍‌ up as a beggar.

I will move forward​⁠ without regrets.

***‌

One⁠​ week later, Lorga⁠ and Valdrova officially‍⁠ announced their alliance.‌⁠

The​ continent of Serdes‌ was completely shaken.​​

It⁠‍‍ was an alliance⁠⁠ between a Guardian​⁠ Dragon and a Cursed Dragon, beings‍​ incapable of mixing‍‌ like water and‌‌‍ oil.

Through‍​ the Grand Council‍​​ they had exchanged⁠​‌ opinions countless times,‍‌‌ but their conflicts⁠ had always ended‍‍‍ unresolved.

And​ now they were‍⁠ saying that the⁠‍‍ Cursed Dragon and​​ the Guardian Dragon‌‍ had formed an​ alliance.

More‍⁠ and more people⁠‌‍ suspected that Lorga’s‍‌ side must be‍‍ mistaken or confused.‌‌​

Erika’s⁠‌‍ position was as‌ follows.

— Although Valdrova caused⁠‌‌ a second catastrophe,‌ her regent has‌⁠‍ demonstrated the will‌⁠⁠ to leave the‌​ past behind and‌​⁠ conquer the Demon‍‌ Lands, so we‍ decided to support‌‍‍ and accompany his‌⁠ purpose.

Superficially,‍‌‍ it was the⁠⁠ perfect excuse.

Her​​⁠ support added strength‍ to the bold‍‌ announcement of the⁠ young regent.

Even⁠⁠ so, the majority​ still believed the⁠ conquest would fail.⁠‌

— Even if the‌​‍ Blue Eyes support​​‍ him…

— How could a mere human accomplish‍‌ something that all⁠ previous purification attempts​​ could not?

Since⁠‍‍ Godwin’s death, no​⁠​ one had approached‌‌ the Demon Lands.‌‍⁠

And‍​‍ everyone who tried‍⁠‍ had died.

However,‍ there were also⁠ quite a few​​ people who began⁠‍ placing expectations on⁠‍ Perda.

— What if it‍ truly is possible‍‌​ to conquer the‍ Far East?

— Recovering those beautiful‌⁠ lands of the‌‍ Far East that‍⁠ only exist in‌ history would be‍ an immense achievement.‍‌

In​⁠‍ any case, the‌ wind had begun​‌‌ to blow.

And​⁠ for that small‌ ship drifting alone,⁠‌‍ any current was‌‌​ favorable.

***‍

Hallim.​

The‌ city of gambling‍‍‌ and entertainment.

The​ same place they‍​‍ had once visited​⁠⁠ to recruit Zed.‍‌‍

Now⁠ they had returned‌‍‍ for the exhibition.‌

The​ difference was that​‌ this time Ruri​‍⁠ was not accompanying⁠‍ them.

Perda‍‌ already had enough‌​ people around him,​⁠ and now another‌‌ Dragon Spawn was⁠⁠​ also staying within‌‍ the inner castle.‍​‌

Ruri⁠⁠⁠ still held a small suspicion that‍ Isabella had arrived‍​⁠ to sabotage something.‌‌

And‍ since there was⁠⁠​ nothing wrong with‍‌ keeping watch over​⁠ her, Perda decided⁠ to leave Ruri​‍ behind.

Before​ departing, she told​ him only one⁠⁠‌ thing.

“Do⁠⁠​ not gamble.”

“Are‍⁠‌ we not short⁠⁠​ on funds? Making‌‌​ money there would‍​ be perfect—”

“No.​‌ Gamble.”

Ruri’s⁠‍‍ silver eyes shone​ with such intense​‌ killing intent that​ it seemed a Magic Blast could‍ fire out at⁠⁠⁠ any moment.

And‍ seeing her like‌ that, a rebellious​​ feeling emerged.

What​ expression would she​ make if he​‌​ gambled away his‌‍‍ entire fortune?

But⁠​⁠ since he only‌‌​ had one life,​ he ultimately engraved⁠‍​ those words into⁠‌ his heart and‌ departed for Hallim.⁠⁠​

Stephan​ had returned earlier⁠⁠​ to prepare the⁠ necessary accessories for​ the main presentation​‍​ and planned to‌‌ meet them there.‍‌​

Vernell​⁠‍ continued organizing the‍‍‌ contents of his‌⁠ presentation inside the⁠⁠​ carriage, unable to‌‍‍ relax for even⁠⁠‍ a moment.

Since​​ it was an‌ important event, Perda‍‌​ spared no support‍‍‍ and prepared an‍⁠ environment where he‍‍⁠ could focus without‌ distractions.

Besides​​‌ them, the knights⁠‍ Zed and Malcolm⁠ were also traveling.⁠

“Huaaaah!‌‍​ Will I really‌ be okay? Are⁠‌ you absolutely sure?”‌​⁠

And⁠‌‌ also Penelope.

She⁠​‌ was screaming like​‌ a marmot lost‌ in a prairie.‍⁠​

Just​ as they reached​ the entrance to‌ Hallim and were⁠​​ about to complete​⁠‍ the entry process.​‌

Only‍‌ one step away‌‌‌ from the protective‌​ magic circle defending⁠ the city.

“I‍‌‍ already told you‍‌ that you will‍‌⁠ be fine, so​ let go of⁠ my arm, damn​⁠‌ lunatic.”

Zed‍​ pushed Penelope’s head‌ away.

But⁠⁠‌ she kept clinging⁠⁠‌ desperately while continuing‍⁠‌ to complain nonstop.⁠‍

“I⁠‌ heard it while​‌ I was in‌‍‌ hell! They say⁠⁠ demons cannot enter​ Hallim! And if⁠ they try, their‍‌ bodies melt! My‌​ half-brother died like‍‌​ that!”

“No,‌ seriously, you are​⁠ fine. All of‌ that is a cheap lie meant​ to scare you,‍‍ so trust me‍ and walk in.”‍⁠

“Are‍⁠​ you sure I will be okay?‍‌ I am not​ going to die?”​

Zed​ eventually got tired‍‌‍ of answering.

Instead​‌ of arguing further,⁠‌‍ he grabbed Penelope’s‌‌‌ arm firmly and​ dragged her directly‍ forward.

She‍ started screaming like‍​ a cat being‍​​ dragged toward water.​​‌

“Aaaah!‌‌⁠ What are you⁠​⁠ doing? I do⁠⁠ not want to‌ die! I do‌​‌ not waaaant to—!​‌‌ Ugh, I feel⁠ like my stomach‍⁠ is twisti… huh?‍‍ Nothing happened?”

The⁠ moment she stepped⁠‌ inside the magic‌​‌ circle and confirmed​ she was still‍ intact.

Her‌ tearful, terrified expression‌​‌ disappeared instantly, and‌ she stood up‍‍‌ abruptly.

“Human‌ magic barriers are​ nothing impressive.”

“……”⁠

Zed​​ looked at her​ as though she​⁠‍ were pathetic.

And​‍​ everyone else did⁠ the same.

‘Bringing‌‌ her here might​⁠‌ have been a mistake.’

Penelope​⁠ possessed Sitri’s Life​ Vessel.

Just⁠​‍ in case, they‌​⁠ decided to keep‍ her close and‍ brought her with​‍​ them.

Besides,‍ they still did‍‍ not completely trust⁠ her.

They⁠ feared that bringing‌‍‌ a demon with​‍⁠ them would cause‍ problems, but it‍​​ turned out to⁠‍‌ be an unnecessary‌‍​ concern.

After⁠ absorbing Sitri’s Life‍ Vessel, Penelope had​ acquired a special‌ ability.

Most‍ common demon-detection spells‍‍‌ could not identify‌⁠​ her.

As⁠‍⁠ long as she⁠⁠ maintained human skin,‍ she was practically‌ indistinguishable from a human.

‘And​ in the end,⁠​ the most problematic‌ one was herself.’‌‌‌

They‍⁠ expected her to‌⁠ be noisy and‌‌‌ troublesome, but she‍ exceeded all expectations.​

She​​⁠ was like a storm.

The‌‍ type of person‌‌ with whom problems⁠‍ appeared even if‌‍ she stayed still.⁠‌

How​⁠‍ the hell had‌ Sitri ended up‌​ losing the Life​⁠​ Vessel to someone​​ like this?

‘Even⁠ so, there must‍​​ be a reason.’‍​

Everything‌ had a reason.‌​

And‌​ Perda decided not‌‌ to overlook that.​

“Tell​‍ me about your‍‌⁠ abilities. You are‌ Sitri’s descendant, so‌​ do you use‌‌ illusions?”

“Yes.​‌​ Some simple illusions​​ and certain spells‌ to deceive people.”⁠​

“Then⁠⁠‍ you are an⁠⁠‍ Arcane Trickster.”

“Oh,‍ that name sounds‌‌ cool. Yes, something​‍ like that.”

Penelope​​⁠ nodded proudly.

Then‌ Zed snorted.

“Arcane‌‌⁠ Trickster? More like​ a Trouble Maker.”‍⁠

“What‌‍ did you say?”‍⁠

Penelope’s‍‍ pink eyes glared​‍ murderously at Zed.‌

And⁠​⁠ he brought his‍ face closer to⁠ hers without backing​⁠‌ down.

“Did‌​⁠ I lie? Not‍​⁠ a single day⁠​ around you is‍ peaceful!”

“That‌ is not my‌ fault! Who told‍‍ you to attract​​‍ the attention of​‌ a witch like‍⁠ that? If you‍​​ keep picking up​ women everywhere, of‍‍‍ course things like​ this happen!”

“You‌ think I do⁠‌ it because I want to? I know perfectly well‌​‍ what things should‌‍‌ not be touched!”‌‍‍

The​​ two began yelling⁠‌​ at each other.‌

Perda‌ left that scene​‌ behind and reflected‌ on Penelope’s and‌ Zed’s abilities.

Arcane‌​‌ Trickster.

Penelope⁠‍​ and the great⁠⁠‍ thief Zed.

“Looking⁠‌ at it that⁠​ way, you two⁠‍​ would probably get‌‌ along quite well.”⁠‌‍

“Huh?”​⁠​

Zed‌ looked at Perda​​‍ as though he⁠ could not believe‌ what he had‌ just heard.

“With‌‍​ all due respect,‌ could you stop‍⁠ associating me with‍ this brainless crybaby?”​​

“Is​​⁠ she not the‌ woman you like?”⁠​⁠

“You‍‍⁠ say that as‍ if I pick‍​​ up any random​ thing lying around.‍ I refuse to​ associate with someone‍ whose mere existence⁠ only causes trouble.”⁠‌

“And​ do you think‌‍ I want to‍​ associate with such‍‌ a violent man?⁠ I like women.‍​​ And only beautiful​ women! I want‍‍ to absorb the⁠​ life energy of⁠ beauties without restraint!”‍⁠​

“And⁠ who was the​​‌ one absorbing my⁠ energy yesterday?”

“I​⁠ also have to‌⁠‌ eat! Eat! I only take enough‌​ to maintain myself‌​ in the human‌ world! That is‍‍‍ why I can‌​‌ keep looking human!”⁠‌

They‍⁠‌ were so noisy.‌‌⁠

Perda‌​ decided to retract‌ what he had‌ said.

“If‌​ you want, I can find new​​ partners for you.”‍‌

“Huh?”⁠‍⁠

“Huh?”​

The‍ two who, just​⁠ moments ago, looked‌⁠⁠ ready to kill‍ each other showed⁠ strange expressions upon‌‍ hearing that.

What‍‌⁠ was wrong with⁠⁠ them now?

“Ahem…​‌ w-well, actually I would prefer to​ keep the current‍​‌ situation.”

“Why?”‍

“Because‍‍ it is not​‌ easy to find‍‍ a man so​‍⁠ attractive and skilled‌‍​ at seducing beauties……”⁠‌‍

Well,​ Penelope was understandable.​

But⁠ he could not‌​ understand Zed’s reason.‌⁠

“She‌‍ absorbs my energy‌⁠⁠ and then erases⁠​‌ the memories of⁠‍‍ the girls I conquer……”

Hearing‍‍ that, Perda realized⁠⁠‍ he had been‌‍​ mistaken.

‘The‍​ two of them‍​‌ were exactly alike.’‍

There⁠ was no more‌ compatible pair.

Absolutely‌⁠ forbidden to separate​‍​ them.

***⁠​

The⁠ Escolea Exhibition had⁠ rented out one⁠‌ of Hallim’s casinos​‍‌ entirely.

It‌‍‌ was one of‌​ the largest casinos‌⁠‌ even within the‌ city of entertainment.​‍​

The​‍ perfect place to​‌ host nobles, merchants,‌ and scholars.

When‍ Perda arrived, they‌​‌ were just finishing⁠⁠ the preparations for‍ the first day‌‍ of the exhibition,‍⁠⁠ right before the‍‍ opening ceremony.

“Oh,‍‌ Regent! Did you​ arrive without problems?”​‍⁠

Stephan,⁠ who was wandering‌‍‍ nearby, quickly approached​‌‌ and greeted him⁠‌‌ respectfully.

“I​‍ arrived safely. And‍⁠‌ you?”

“I⁠ am also doing​‍‌ well. The exhibition⁠​​ stand turned out⁠ exactly as we​⁠‌ planned. Would you‍ like to see⁠‍​ it?”

“That​ is precisely why⁠​ I came, is⁠​ it not?”

Stephan‍⁠ began guiding Perda.‌​

As⁠ they walked, Perda‌‍‌ observed from the‌‌ side how the⁠ exhibition functioned.

The‍⁠‌ scholars displayed their​‍‌ inventions in stand​​‍ form.

Then‍ merchants and nobles‍ walked around observing‍‍ them one by‌ one.

And‌‍ all the participating⁠‍ researchers burned with‌ ambition.

A researcher always lacked⁠⁠‌ money.

That⁠​‌ exhibition was a crucial moment for‍‍⁠ continuing their research.​

And‍⁠ the ones filling‌⁠​ their pockets were‍‌ precisely the merchants​ and nobles attending‍‍ the event.

With⁠‌​ some luck, even​​‌ Perda might end⁠ up becoming the‍​⁠ sponsor of one‍‌ of them.

Perda​​‍ casually observed the‍​‍ displayed objects from⁠‍ the entrance.

‘Nothing⁠‍​ particularly interesting.’

All​​‌ he saw were‌⁠ theories without practical‍ application or products‍⁠‍ with no commercial⁠​ value.

That‍ was why they⁠​ seemed so relegated⁠​‍ to the outer‌⁠ areas.

However,​‌⁠ the further he​⁠ advanced toward the⁠‍⁠ center of the​ exhibition, the larger⁠​ the stands became⁠⁠ and the more‌‍ extravagant the objects​‌​ were.

Among​ them were even‍ inventions that would⁠‍ be useful in‍ the future.

Vernell’s​​ stand was located‍​ right in the‌⁠‍ central area.

Built‌‍⁠ with support from​⁠​ the Pascal Company,‌ Vernell’s stand was‌​⁠ as eye-catching as⁠ the large booths​‌‍ sponsored by major‌‌ corporations.

“What‍‍‌ do you think?”​⁠⁠

“It‌‍‌ is well made.”‍

“Right?‍ We brought decoration‌​ specialists to build‌ it, hahaha.”

And‌ precisely because it‌ stood out so⁠ much, it attracted⁠​​ the attention of​​ many people.

The⁠⁠ stand was ready.‌‌

But‌ there were still⁠ no products displayed.‌​​

That⁠ was because Perda‍ had to bring⁠‍ the magic stones.​‍‍

“By‍⁠‌ the way, where⁠ are the magic​⁠⁠ stones we were‌​ supposed to prepare?”⁠‍​

“It‌ seems Vernell has‌⁠‍ them. Where is⁠⁠ he?”

“I‍‌ think he went‍⁠‌ to the lodging‌ first.”

“Without‍⁠ saying anything?”

After‌​ spending several days‍ without sleeping properly,‍⁠ perhaps he simply‌‍ wanted to rest⁠ before the main‌ presentation.

Perda​​ knew better than‍‍ anyone how hard⁠⁠​ Vernell had worked.‌

“I​​ will go fetch​ them.”

“No,‍​ I will go.”‍‌

Since‌⁠ he had nothing‌ else to do⁠‍ anyway, Perda decided⁠ to go personally.⁠‌​

Ignoring‍ Stephan’s insistence, he​⁠‍ walked toward the​⁠​ lodging.

But‍ contrary to what⁠‌ he expected, he⁠⁠ did not find​‍ Vernell resting in‌ the room.

He⁠ found him in​‌ one of the​‍ hallways leading toward‌​⁠ the inn.

And⁠‌‌ Rector Bernard was‍ there as well.⁠

The​ two seemed to‌​ be having an‍ important conversation.

Perda​‌⁠ listened from a certain distance.

“Vernell​‌ Marquis.”

Rector‌⁠ Bernard looked at⁠ him and said.​

“I‌⁠ must say I am deeply disappointed‌‍​ in you.”

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