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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 76: Will It Make Money?

Chapter 76: Will It Make Money?

When‌ Vernell arrived in‌ Hallim, he wandered‌​⁠ through the hallway‍‍‌ with the organized‌‌ documents in his‍‌ hands.

It‍‌ was the path‌‌ toward the rooms.⁠‍​

He‌⁠ knew perfectly well​​ where his room⁠ was.

He‍​ was not lost.​‍‍

And⁠​ yet, he remained‍ there as though​⁠ waiting for something.​‌‍

“Vernell.”⁠‍

A heavy voice.

And⁠ that shining head​ between strands of‌‍ hair.

In​​ the past, that‌ man had been​⁠​ so famous that‌⁠ people even called​⁠ him the Sunlight‍‌ Mage.

Perhaps​⁠ he should have‍⁠ smiled upon remembering‍ those times.

But​​‌ Vernell could not‍⁠ do so.

“A-ah,⁠‌⁠ hello! Rector, it‍‍ has been a long time since‌​ the academy.”

“Yes,‍⁠ it has been⁠ a long time.”​​

“I‍ heard you granted⁠ me the main⁠‌ stage. I am‍⁠ very grateful for‌ that consideration and—”​‍

“What⁠‍⁠ is that?”

He‍‍ interrupted Vernell and​​⁠ looked at the‌⁠⁠ document in his‍‌ hands.

“It‌⁠‍ is the content⁠ I will present⁠ at this exhibition.​​‌ I perfected it⁠⁠⁠ as much as⁠ I could, but​‍‍ even so it⁠‍ was not easy,‌⁠ so I wanted‍​ to ask you⁠⁠ to review it.”​​‍

“Me?”‍‍

“Yes.”‌​

“……Let⁠‌​ me see it.”⁠⁠‌

Rector​ Bernard quickly began‍​​ reading the presentation⁠‍​ text.

Under​ that serious gaze,‌‍⁠ Vernell’s mouth became‌⁠‍ completely dry.

And‌ finally, Bernard smiled.⁠

Was​​‌ that a good​​‍ sign?

“It‌‍‍ is worthless.”

No.⁠

What​⁠‌ came from his‌​ mouth was a smile close to‌​‌ contempt.

“Vernell‌⁠⁠ Marquis, I cannot​‍ hide my disappointment​‍⁠ in you.”

“W-what​‍ do you mean?”‍​

Vernell​​‌ asked while maintaining​ his composure.

“What‌⁠‌ do you intend​ to do with​ an efficiency of‍⁠​ barely 12%?”

“The​‍‍ efficiency is still‍ gradually increasing.”

“And​⁠ you plan to‌ stand on the​ stage just to⁠⁠ say it has‍​ potential and end⁠‌‌ up becoming a laughingstock? Do you‌‌‍ intend to tarnish‌​ the reputation of​ Regent Perda Valdrova,‍​ one of the⁠⁠‌ few people who‍ trusted you?”

Vernell‍⁠ looked at him‍​​ in a daze.​

This⁠ was not a simple adaptation of⁠​ something that already​​‌ existed.

It‍ was a completely​‍​ new creation.

Even‍ 12% was already‌⁠‍ an incredible achievement.‌‍‌

Rector‍ Bernard continued.

“Is⁠ there even anyone‌ who understands the‍ formula you discovered?‌‍ Even to me⁠‍ this looks like‍​ meaningless chaos. You‌ obtained the formula,​ yes, but the⁠⁠ speed at which⁠ you improve the⁠‍⁠ efficiency is far​​ too slow. If‍‌ I understood this,‍‍⁠ I would have⁠ increased the efficiency​⁠‌ far faster than​‌​ you. Do you‍ know why I have that confidence?”‌‍‍

“……”​

“Vernell,⁠⁠ your vision is⁠ too narrow. When​‌⁠ you obsess over​ one thing, you‍‌​ stop seeing everything⁠​ else. You are​‍ so focused on‍ that 1% that​‌ you cannot find‍‍ a way to‌​​ increase the other‍‍ 10%.”

Bernard⁠‍‍ shoved the document‌​ against Vernell’s chest‍‍ as he spoke.⁠‌​

“What‌ a disappointment. An‌ enormous disappointment. I preferred you when‍​⁠ you chased absurd​ dreams. The current⁠​‌ Vernell is nothing‌​‌ more than a complete disaster.”

Then⁠‍ Bernard turned around​ and left.

Vernell‌‌‌ could not respond.‍

He⁠‍ simply remained staring​⁠ at the floor.‍

And​ for a long‍ time, he could⁠ not move from‌ there.

***⁠‍‍

Perda‍ watched all of⁠ that.

From​⁠​ the moment Bernard​‌ humiliated Vernell until‌⁠​ he left him⁠​​ crushed and walked⁠​‌ away.

And​⁠⁠ he thought.

‘Was‍‌ I wrong about‍ Rector Bernard?’

Bernard​⁠‌ had given Vernell‌ a place.

And‍‍​ not just any‍⁠ place, but the​​ main stage, something‌ that supposedly carried‌‌ enormous meaning for⁠​‍ scholars.

Perda​‌​ had thought it⁠ was an act⁠​​ of goodwill.

But‍‍‍ no.

Bernard​‌‍ was simply a petty man incapable‍‍ of acknowledging Vernell.‍‍​

The​‌​ higher the place⁠‌​ from which one‍ fell, the more‌⁠⁠ painful the fall.​⁠

Then.‌‍⁠

Was‍‌​ Bernard trying to​‍‌ destroy Vernell?

‘If⁠​⁠ so…’

What​⁠ should I do‍‍⁠ here?

“Oh,​ Regent! What a coincidence to find⁠ you here.”

That‌‌ gentle voice pulled​ him from his‌‍‍ thoughts.

The‍​‌ man who only⁠​‌ moments ago had‌‌ worn the face⁠​ of a mediocre⁠ villain now displayed‌‍​ a polite and‌‍​ cordial expression.

“Just‍⁠ recently a merchant‍​ named Stephan Pascal‌‌‍ came to speak⁠‍ with me about‌ how the main‌​ event will proceed‍ and—”

“Do⁠⁠ you really think⁠ he is an​⁠ idiot?”

“Huh?‍ What do you‍​ mean?”

When​ Perda interrupted him​‌ with that question,‌⁠‍ Bernard showed a confused expression.

Perda‌‍‍ answered directly.

“I⁠‍ overheard your conversation​‌⁠ by accident.”

Only‍⁠​ then did Bernard​‍‌ understand, and his​​⁠ face turned red.‍

“Ah…​⁠ you witnessed quite‍‍‌ an embarrassing moment.”​

Yes.‍

He‍​ had definitely shown‍⁠ an unpleasant side.‌⁠

One​ that perfectly revealed‍⁠ humanity’s two-faced nature.​‌

“No‍ matter how it​‍‌ may have seemed,‍ I was not‍⁠⁠ trying to harm​​ Vernell.”

Perda​ was left speechless.​

“What​‍ do you mean‌‌ by that?”

“It‌‍ is just that…⁠​‌ Vernell Marquis was​​ a prodigy from‌ whom we veteran‌​ scholars had great⁠ expectations. During his‍‍‌ time at the​‌ academy, he always‍ ranked first, and‌ we all agreed‍​‌ that his brilliance⁠​ would change the‌‍ century.”

But​ everyone knew that‌‍ story had not‍ ended well.

Bernard‌ sighed.

“However,‍⁠ when he brought⁠​‌ the content he​ intended to present‌ at the conference,‍ we were all‍ horrified. It was​⁠ full of absurd​‌​ ideas. We tried‍ to stop him⁠ and guide him⁠ toward a better⁠ path, but he​ would not listen.⁠⁠​ Do you know‍⁠‍ what usually happens⁠​‌ to nine out⁠​‌ of ten people​ like that? They‌⁠‌ go mad obsessing‌‍ over their ideals.”⁠⁠‍

“But⁠‍ he did not‍⁠ go mad.”

“Yes.‍‌ He succeeded.”

“And‌ even so, you‌​‌ think you can‌‌‌ convince me?”

If⁠​⁠ he had merely‌⁠‌ chased empty ideals,​ Perda would have​‌ understood.

No,‍ he would have‌‌ even approached Vernell​‌ with that same‌​‍ cynical attitude.

But⁠⁠ Vernell succeeded.

Results‍​⁠ that should have​​ taken years appeared‍​‍ in only a few months, and​ the efficiency was‍​ still increasing.

“That⁠ is precisely why⁠ I am doing⁠ this.”

“You​⁠ are saying that⁠​​ the Director of‍‌​ Knowledge knows he‌‍⁠ was right and‌‌ still refuses to‌⁠‍ acknowledge him?”

“With⁠‌⁠ people like Vernell,​​ that is how‌ it must be.”​​⁠

“What‌​⁠ kind of person‍‌ is he?”

“Someone​ who presents innovations⁠ that we denied⁠ or could not‍‍ even imagine. People⁠⁠⁠ like that must‌‍​ not be allowed​ to remain limited​‌​ by the perspective‌‌‌ of ordinary people‍ like me. They⁠‍ should not conduct‌⁠ research to convince​‍ others, but continue‍ pursuing what they‍​ believe in.”

Perda‍‌​ understood those words.‍‌

Bernard⁠⁠​ was a genius.‌

But‍‌​ Vernell was a genius even among​​‌ geniuses.

That⁠ meant Bernard’s standards,‍⁠‌ to Vernell, were‌ no different from​ those of an​‍‍ ordinary person.

“Vernell‍⁠ will try to‌‍‍ prove me wrong‌⁠ with results. If⁠‍⁠ he managed to‌​‍ make something so⁠ absurd become reality,​ then now he‍ must continue advancing.⁠​​ And afterward he‍⁠​ will prepare to‌‍ strike back at​‍ me.”

“And‌ what if he‌⁠‌ ends up following​​​ the wrong path?”‍‌⁠

Just​ as I once⁠‍ did.

Perda‌‌‌ swallowed those words.⁠

“Vernell​‍ will not choose‍‍ a cowardly path.⁠‍​ He always insists​ on facing everything‌‌ head-on. After all,‍⁠ he too is‍⁠ a scholar who⁠​ pursues absolute truth.”​⁠‌

Bernard‌⁠ slightly lowered his​‍⁠ head.

“Even‍‌‌ so, if you‌‍ ever believe he‍‌ is taking the⁠‌ wrong path, tell‌ him in front​ of me that‌ I am actually⁠​‍ a petty man‌‍‌ incapable of recognizing⁠ him. Then I will withdraw to‍‍ prepare the event.”‍‌

Bernard‍⁠ walked past Perda,​‌ and Perda let‌‍‍ him go.

What‌‍​ would he gain⁠​ by striking him⁠‌ or reprimanding him?​

‘Though‌ I am curious.’⁠

He‍ was also curious‍‌ about what kind⁠⁠⁠ of person Vernell‌ was according to‌‍ Bernard.

Would‍‍ he collapse because​‌​ he had not⁠ been acknowledged?

Or‌‍‌ would he be⁠‍⁠ reborn exactly as‍‍ Bernard expected?

Perda⁠ pretended to know‌ nothing and went‌‍⁠ to Vernell’s room.​‌

The‌⁠ shock had still​ not left him,​ because he had⁠‍‍ not even closed​ the door properly,⁠ allowing Perda to‍​ enter easily.

Vernell‌ was sitting at⁠⁠​ the table inside​‍ the room.

His⁠‌​ shoulders trembled and​‍ he was breathing​‌‍ heavily.

“Yes…‌⁠ damn it… then‌‌⁠ I will increase‌‍‍ that efficiency myself!”‌‌​

Tears‌ fell one after​‍ another, but his‌⁠​ hands and mind‍⁠⁠ did not stop.‌

He‍ was correcting every​‌​ single point Bernard‌‍ had pointed out.⁠‌

“Realistic?‌ Yes… within one‌ month I will​‌ raise it to‍‍ 20%. You will​⁠ see. Everyone who​​‍ mocked me… I will make every​‌ last one of​⁠ them acknowledge me.‌ Damn it…”

A thirst for revenge‍​ could clearly be​​‌ felt in every‌ word.

And‌​ he used that‍ emotion as fuel⁠ to think.

Revenge‌⁠ was like that.⁠

It⁠​​ made you forget⁠‌ exhaustion.

And‍ it gave you⁠‍​ obsessive concentration to⁠​ devote yourself to‌ one single thing.‌

‘The⁠⁠ difference between him‍ and me…’

Was‌‍‌ that he, exactly‍​⁠ as Bernard expected,‍ chose the correct‌ path.

That‍ was why Perda​ quietly closed the⁠ door and left.‍​

***‌​

“Move​​​ that away from‍ there. Compared to⁠ when you set⁠⁠ it up, it‌‌ looks awful. Handle​​​ that object carefully!”‌

Stephan​⁠ directed the workers‌‌​ while reviewing the‌ decoration blueprints.

“Boss,​⁠ we brought the‌‍​ object. Where do‌⁠ you want it‌​ displayed?”

“Good​​⁠ work. Hang it​‌​ on that wall!‌​ Did you bring⁠‌ the hooks?”

“Yes.”‍⁠⁠

“Check‌​‌ again that they⁠‍⁠ are secured properly.‍⁠ It is important!⁠‍‍ It could even‌‍‌ cost me my⁠‍ head!”

The​ objects they had‌ were magic stones‌‌ brought as samples‍⁠ and weapons that‍ used them.

Just‌‍ in case, they‌ also prepared blueprints​ for future projects‌​ to show that‌‌​ there was already​ a long-term vision.⁠⁠‌

The‍ main object was‍​ a long tube‍ connected to complex⁠ wires and hanging‍ glass bottles.

They​​‍ called it a magitech rifle.

‘That‍⁠ is a weapon?’​‍

He‌ had heard the‍‌‍ researchers say it​‌ was something with‍‍‌ great performance, but⁠⁠ he had never⁠‍⁠ seen a demonstration.‌

Did⁠‌‌ it really work?‍‌​

“Oh,⁠ brother? What a coincidence to find⁠‌‍ you here.”

A familiar voice struck⁠⁠ Stephan’s ears.

An‍‌‌ unexpected person.

Though​ thinking about it​​‍ carefully, she was⁠ someone who was‌‍ bound to appear.‌⁠⁠

All⁠‍​ the important merchants‌⁠‌ participated in the‍‌‍ exhibition, so there‌‍​ was no way​‍ the Pascal family​ would not attend.​

And‌⁠​ even knowing that,‍‍ Tilda’s presence always‌ made Stephan uncomfortable.⁠‌

He‌ disliked her.

“Did‍ you come alone?”‍​​

“No.‌‌‌ Of course I came with my​ fiancé. He is⁠‌ over there, right,‍​​ Henri?”

A man walked toward⁠‌ them with a cheerful smile.

He‌​ was a fat‌‍‌ middle-aged man in‍⁠ his thirties.

Henri⁠⁠ Dandolo.

The​‍⁠ heir of Dandolo,‍​ one of the​ Empire’s largest trading‍​​ companies.

“Tilda,⁠⁠​ my love. I brought the cocktail‌ you wanted.”

The‍​ fat man smiled‍‍ foolishly while handing‍ her the glass.⁠​

The​‍ beautiful black-haired woman,⁠ slender and relatively⁠​ small, stared at‍ the drink.

She‍‌ puffed out her​‍‌ lips and slightly​⁠ moistened her eyes.‌‌​

“But‌‌ this is Cherry⁠‌‍ Bomb, isn’t it?”‍‍‌

“Huh?‍‍ Yes…”

“I‌⁠ wanted to drink‌​‌ Blue Sapphire…”

Tilda‌‌ slightly shook her⁠ shoulders while blinking.‍⁠‌

Seeing‍ her like that,‌‌⁠ Henri Dandolo smiled⁠ awkwardly and nodded.​​‌

“Ah,⁠‌ sorry. I will​ bring another one!”‍​

“Thank⁠ you. I knew⁠‍⁠ I could only‌​​ rely on you.”‍‌

“Brother-in-law!⁠‍​ Let us talk⁠‍ later!”

“A-ah,​‍‌ yes… of course…”​‌‌

Tilda⁠​​ smiled.

And⁠ upon seeing that‍​⁠ smile, Henri happily‌ hurried away to‍​​ fetch another cocktail.​

Stephan‍⁠ frowned as he‍ watched him.

“Why​ are you making‍​ your fiancé work​ instead of leaving‌ it to the‍⁠‍ servants?”

“Why‌‌ do you think?​‍ Because I cannot‍‍‌ stand looking at‌‌ his face.”

Tilda‍‍‌ smiled venomously.

In⁠ front of others​⁠ she pretended to​​‌ be elegant, but‌‌ she did not⁠ do that with‍ Stephan.

That⁠​ meant she saw‍‌ him as someone​ beneath her.

“Does‌⁠ he know how⁠‌ horrible your true⁠ intentions are?”

“Of‍ course not. A man who has‌​ not even managed⁠ to take off⁠ my underwear does​‌​ not have that⁠ kind of perception.”​

“I​⁠⁠ am sure he‌ would love to‌‌⁠ hear this conversation.”⁠

“If‌ you have the​ guts, go ahead.”‌⁠‍

It​‍ was always like⁠​ this.

She​​ acted as if‌‍ she were above‍ all men and‍⁠‍ tried to manipulate‍ them.

She‌ had been like​‌ that since childhood.‍⁠⁠

If‍‍‍ someone displeased her,‍ she dug traps‌⁠ to destroy them‍​ or leave them⁠ deeply wounded.

At‍ first they were​​ childish things.

But‍⁠ as she grew‌ older, she became‌ increasingly calculating.

Stephan​‌ was afraid of‍‌‍ that Tilda.

He​⁠‍ had seen the​‍ monster hidden behind‍‍‍ that smile, yet⁠‌​ he could not⁠‌ even comprehend what​‍⁠ kind of monster⁠‍​ it was.

“So‌​ these are the‌⁠⁠ eastern things you​​ support?”

With‌ her fan covering​‍ her lips, she⁠​ looked at the⁠‌⁠ magitech rifle.

“Yes.”‍‌⁠

“How⁠ cute. You brought‍ something like this.”‍‍

“Hm…”⁠​

She‌‍‌ let out a small sigh while⁠‌ pretending to examine⁠ it carefully before​‌‌ turning her head.​‍

“To⁠ me, it looks⁠⁠⁠ more like a work of art.”‌​

The‍ implied question was‌‍ obvious.

Does⁠ this really serve​⁠​ any purpose?

“Of‌⁠ course it does.”​‌‍

“And‌ how does it⁠ work?”

“Well…⁠‌ you pull here​‌ and then do‌‍ this and that…⁠‍ and it works​​ on its own.”‌⁠

The⁠‍​ more doubtful the‌⁠ explanation became, the⁠‌⁠ deeper Tilda’s smile‍ grew.

“So⁠‍ you have never‌‌ actually seen it​ work.”

“……”⁠‌⁠

“Well,​⁠ this is an‍‍⁠ exhibition. Even if​ you hang up‍‌‌ something incomplete, nobody​ will notice. Ah,⁠ right.”

She‍ placed her index‌‌ finger on her‌‍ chin with a carefree expression.

“Is⁠​ there not also⁠ a presentation?”

Her⁠‌‌ eyes clearly said‍ she already knew‍ everything.

If‍⁠ she knew about⁠‌ the magic stones,​‍‌ then obviously she​ also knew about‌​‌ the main presentation.‌‍

“Why⁠⁠ did you bring⁠‍‍ something you have​‍ never seen functioning?⁠‍ If it explodes⁠‌ in the middle​⁠ of the demonstration,​ you will only⁠ end up humiliating⁠⁠‍ yourself.”

“I​ suppose.”

“As​ an exhibition piece​ it is fine,⁠‌ but hm… I am not sure⁠⁠​ this will really‌‌‌ make money. Just⁠ as father said,⁠⁠ the east seems‌‍ useless…”

A crescent-moon smile appeared​ on her lips.‌

That‍⁠‌ expression.

The‍ same expression she‌ had used to⁠‌⁠ crush him countless‌​‍ times when they‍ still lived within‍‌ the Pascal family.‌

“Do‌ not worry, sister.”⁠

But‍‌‍ today was different.⁠

Stephan‌‍ was far more‌‍​ confident than before.​

“While‌‍ you cling to​​‌ a man’s crotch,‌⁠‍ I hold onto​‌ my sponsor’s shoulders.”‌

It‍⁠ was quite a vulgar provocation.

But‌​ it worked perfectly.​

Tilda⁠​‌ glared at him‌⁠ fiercely.

Stephan‌‌​ dared to answer‍‍ back to her?‍‍

Her⁠‍‍ hands trembled with‌‌ rage.

Normally‍ Stephan would have⁠ backed down.

But​ not anymore.

Now‌⁠ he had the‍⁠ best support possible​​‍ behind him.

‘Damn⁠ it, even so​ she is still‍‌‍ terrifying.’

Remembering​‍‌ how she used⁠‌ to strike without⁠​ caring about consequences‌⁠⁠ during childhood, cold‌‍ sweat ran down⁠​‌ his back.

“Could‍ you move aside?”⁠‌

A voice sounded behind⁠​⁠ her.

The⁠⁠ fierce expression on‍ Tilda’s face immediately‍‍ relaxed as she​‌‍ turned around.

A tall man with⁠⁠ gray hair and⁠⁠ blue eyes.

He‍‍‍ wore a black​ uniform with red⁠‌ details.

Although⁠ he was young,‌⁠ he radiated an​ aura unfitting for‍‍‍ his age.

‘So⁠‌‍ this is Perda‍​⁠ Valdrova.’

His‌ cold expression perfectly​‌​ matched the nickname‍⁠‍ of ruthless killer⁠‌ he had earned⁠⁠ after killing Tesalos‍ Wolcher.

And​ that alone was​ enough to capture‌‌ Tilda’s interest.

She​​ smiled elegantly and‍⁠⁠ made a refined⁠​​ bow.

“A‌ pleasure to meet​‌ you, Regent Valdrova.​‍ I am Tilda​​ Pascal and—”

“I‍ do not care⁠​ who you are,‍ so move aside.”‌

“E-excuse‌ me?”

He​‌​ interrupted her greeting‍‌ without hesitation.

His⁠ attitude was incredibly​ rude, but Tilda​ could not even​ feel angry inside.​‍

Those‌⁠ blue eyes looking‌​ at her were⁠​ so cold and⁠ icy that they⁠ seemed to freeze​ her veins.

“You​ do not understand⁠​‍ when spoken to.‌‌ I told you‌​​ to disappear from​‍ my sight.”

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