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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 79: Short but Impactful

Chapter 79: Short but Impactful

Five⁠‌⁠ minutes before the‌⁠ incident.

Vernell‍‌ backstage.

“Huff…​​⁠ huff…”

He⁠​⁠ breathed heavily.

How‌ many times had‍‍ he left his​⁠​ house to step​ onto a stage​ like this?

And‍‍ how many times‍ had he held⁠‍ expectations like these?​

‘Of‌​ course I did.’‌⁠

But‌⁠ had he really⁠‍ expected a day‌‌⁠ like this to⁠‌⁠ truly come?

Maybe⁠⁠ others did.

But‍ not Vernell.

His​ entire life had‌⁠ been ignored, and​‌ he had even‍‌‌ nearly had his​‌​ organs taken by​ loan sharks.

Everything‍‍ changed when Perda​ intervened, but even⁠‌‌ so, he never⁠​ imagined himself here.⁠

Vernell⁠ slightly lifted the‌ curtain and looked⁠‍ outside.

He⁠​ could see the⁠‍​ wide seats of‌​ the opera theater.⁠‌‌

His⁠ heart pounded with⁠‌‌ excitement.

But​ something even greater​‌‌ dominated him.

Pressure⁠‍ and fear.

— Vernell, do you⁠⁠‍ truly believe something‍‌‌ like that can⁠​ become reality?

The‍⁠⁠ words of Rector⁠ Bernard Escolea echoed‍⁠ in his ears,​‍ making those emotions‍‍‍ grow even stronger.‍‍‍

It‌‍⁠ had been during⁠‌​ the academic conference‌‌​ when he was⁠⁠​ still a student‌ at Escolea Academy.‍‍​

— Anyone can propose‌ absurd ideals like‌‌ those. But what‍⁠‍ do you plan​⁠ to do if⁠ you end up​⁠ obsessed with them?​‍‌

— Do not think‌​ you can destroy​‌ every existing law.⁠ You are intelligent,⁠‌⁠ but you are​‍⁠ not that kind​⁠‌ of genius.

Bernard‍⁠⁠ had tried to​ break his will.‍‍‍

But‌ Vernell did not‌​‌ give up.

Even​‌ so, from that‌⁠‍ day onward he​‍⁠ began feeling uncomfortable​​‌ around people.

Especially‍ on main stages‌​​ like this.

What‌ if they mocked​ him again?

What‌‍‌ if useless comments‌ confused him once⁠​ more?

What‌‌ if he disappointed‍‍ the people who​‍​ had believed in‍ him?

Those‌ questions transformed into​⁠⁠ hands strangling Vernell’s⁠‌‍ neck.

‘Even‌ so, I must​⁠ do it.’

For‌⁠ Perda, the regent⁠ who believed in‌ him.

To⁠‍ humiliate Bernard, who​⁠ refused to accept​‌⁠ his success and‍⁠‍ insulted him.

And‍⁠​ for himself, who‌‌​ had given everything​⁠‍ for this.

“Huff…!‌‌‍ Why is this‍​‍ damned calming tea​ not working!?”

He‌‌‌ had already drunk‍‍‍ several cups of​ the tea that‍‌​ supposedly calmed nerves,​‌​ but the thoughts‌ still clung to‌⁠​ his mind.

He‍‍ clasped both hands‍‌ together and began⁠‍‌ to pray.

Hoping‌‍​ that, unexpectedly, everything⁠⁠‌ would fall apart‌‌​ before it even​‍‍ started.

“Kyaaaaaaak!”​

As‍ though his small​​​ wish had been​‍‍ heard, a scream‍ erupted.

Vernell​ snapped awake in‍‌⁠ shock.

“What​ was that? What⁠​⁠ happened?”

The​​‍ staff members all‍​ began fleeing at‍‌ the same time.‍​‍

Instead‌‌ of escaping with⁠⁠⁠ them, Vernell chose​‌‌ to observe the⁠⁠‌ situation.

“Hhk…!”‍⁠

A rift had opened.‌⁠​

In‌⁠​ Hallim.

And‍⁠ even worse, inside‍⁠ the opera theater.‍​‌

A rift from which‍‍ monsters were emerging.⁠‍​

‘Is⁠ that possible?’

There‌‍⁠ were extremely rare⁠​‌ cases where monster‌​ gates appeared inside‌​⁠ cities.

But​ right now.

With​‍ all these people​‌​ gathered.

While‍⁠ presenting the monster​‍ appearance prediction device.‍⁠‍

The‍ coincidence was too​ perfect.

‘Should‌​‌ I run?’

The‌ moment Vernell took‍​ a step backward,⁠⁠ something grabbed his​ ankle.

He⁠​ saw Perda.

Perda⁠⁠ remained standing there.⁠‌

As‌⁠ if the option⁠⁠ of fleeing had​⁠​ never existed for​‍ him, he faced​​‍ the rift with⁠⁠ cold and rational⁠ eyes.

Noblesse‌​⁠ oblige.

Perda‌ was fulfilling the‌⁠ duty of a noble.

That​⁠‍ gaze inspired Vernell.⁠​

‘I⁠‍⁠ have to do⁠ something too.’

Maybe‍​ he could not​ risk his life‌ like that time‍​ before.

But​‍​ he had to‍ be useful.

He​‌ quickly turned his‌⁠​ head.

There‌​ was the magic‍​​ engineering rifle he‍ had prepared.

Vernell‌‍‌ picked it up‍‍ and began activating​‍⁠ it.

Regulate​‌ the amount of‍ mana.

Preheat‌‌‌ it enough.

Adjust‍ the selector.

Regulate​‌ the power according⁠​ to the indicators.‍⁠‍

‘Why⁠⁠ does this thing‌ have so many​⁠​ steps?’

More​​‍ than twenty processes‍‌ were required to‌‌⁠ operate it.

Originally​⁠‍ there had been​ over a hundred.​​‌

Vernell​​⁠ had gradually simplified⁠ it because Malcolm​​ was incapable of‍ using it.

‘And⁠‌‍ even so, there‍‍ are still too​ many.’

Until​⁠‍ right before the​⁠​ presentation, Vernell had​‍‌ thought that.

Would‍‍ this not be‌‍⁠ enough?

People‍ would be able‍‍ to use it,‌⁠⁠ right?

‘It​ was not enough.’‌​‌

If​⁠‍ it needed to‌‌ be simple enough‌ for even Malcolm⁠‍​ to use, then‌ it had to‌ be something usable‌ in any situation.‍‌

With‌‌‍ something this complicated,‍​​ reacting quickly in⁠‍ a critical moment‍‍‌ like this was​‌‍ impossible.

And‌​‍ while he hesitated,⁠‍⁠ more victims kept‌ appearing.

‘Damn​​⁠ it.’

Idiot.‍‌

The‌‍ rector was right.⁠‌

I am an idiot.‌

The‍‍⁠ result of obsessing⁠​ only over increasing⁠‌‌ that miserable 1%⁠ without imagining what‍ was truly necessary⁠‍‌ was this.

Even‍ so, Vernell kept​ moving without stopping.‌‍

At​‌ this moment.

Right​‍ here and now.‌

He‌⁠ decided to do‌‍ the only thing‌‌‌ he could.

At‌ last, he finished⁠‌ loading the weapon⁠​ and pulled the⁠‍‍ bolt.

Wooooong—!‍

The​ object acceleration magic‍​ circle inside the⁠⁠ barrel began to​ vibrate.

Vernell‍ grabbed the rifle‍‌ and climbed onto​‌​ the stage.

The‍​⁠ situation was already‌‍‍ close to ending.‌⁠‌

Only​‌ two wolf monsters‍‌‍ remained, and both⁠ were charging straight‍ at Perda.

‘They⁠‌ are too fast!’⁠‍‍

Vernell​‌ would only have​​‍ one chance.

And​‌‍ with that single‌​ chance, he had‍ to land an‌‌⁠ effective hit.

But​ it was already⁠⁠ difficult just to‍⁠ hold the rifle‌​​ steady.

He⁠ had no confidence​⁠ in being able‌​ to follow those​⁠ movements and shoot‍ accurately.

Booom!⁠

Lightning⁠ shot from Perda’s⁠ hand.

He​‍‍ managed to stop⁠ one of them.​⁠⁠

But⁠ not the other.‌

The‌‌‍ monster surpassed Zed‍‌‌ and lunged directly⁠‌ at Perda.

It‌⁠ tried to rip​​ out his throat‌⁠ with one bite.⁠‌

‘No!’​

Vernell​‍ stopped hesitating.

He‌‌​ pulled the trigger.‌‌

The​‍ magic formula activated,​‌‌ and a sphere⁠​‍ of mana formed‌‍⁠ inside the crystal⁠ tube.

The‌​ sphere traveled through‍‍ the long barrel‌⁠‍ and fired out‌ as a flash.⁠

Bang!⁠⁠⁠

It‌ pierced through the​​ chest of the​​‌ monster attacking Perda.​

The‍​‍ shot penetrated exactly⁠​⁠ through the heart.⁠​

The​ pure mana projectile‍⁠ struck directly, and‍ the wolf monster​‍ let out a shriek before going‍‌ rigid.

A single shot.

Just‌ one was enough​⁠⁠ to bring down​⁠‍ the monster.

Even⁠ Vernell himself was⁠ completely shocked.

He‍‍​ had adjusted the​‌⁠ power far higher​‍‌ than normal, but​‍ he never imagined​ it would kill⁠​ it in one​‍‍ shot.

He⁠​ had only hoped​‍​ to buy some⁠​ time.

But⁠‌ his intentions no​‍ longer mattered.

The​‌​ deafening blast.

And⁠ the death of​​‍ the final monster.‍‌​

All‍⁠‌ of it drew⁠ everyone’s eyes toward​ Vernell.

Everyone​ stared at him⁠⁠‍ with their mouths‍⁠ hanging open like‌‍‍ idiots.

“What‍ is that?”

“It‌ looked like magic‍ came out of⁠ it.”

“Then​⁠⁠ is it a staff? Did he⁠ use magic?”

“Staves⁠‌‌ do not look‍​​ like that!”

Everyone​ speculated only about⁠⁠ the object Vernell‌‌​ held.

After​‌ all, even in‌ the presentation, the‍​‌ main focus had​ been the mana‌‍ stones.

The​​​ magic engineering rifle‌ was only meant‍ to be shown‌​ as a derived‌‌‍ application.

“Ehmm…”⁠⁠

He⁠​‌ had to say⁠ something.

Vernell⁠ felt the pressure‍⁠‌ to speak, even​ just a little.⁠‌‍

And‍‍ finally, he opened‌‌ his mouth.

“This‍ is… the object​ I brought this⁠⁠‍ time… the magic‍⁠ engineering rifle…”

That​ was all.

He​​ could not continue‍‍‍ speaking.

But‍⁠‌ at the same‌⁠ time, it was⁠ enough.

Because⁠‍ that simple introduction⁠⁠ was impactful enough‌‍⁠ to engrave itself⁠‍ into everyone’s minds.​

***‍​‌

While​ the conference hall‍ was plunged into⁠⁠ chaos, there were‌​ those observing the‍⁠‌ situation from afar.‌‌‍

The⁠ incident had already‍ ended, and they​​⁠ could see the⁠⁠ aftermath being cleaned‍​ up.

“Seven‌⁠‍ wolf monsters.”

A man muttered while‍​‍ crossing his arms.​⁠​

“How⁠​⁠ many did we​ think would die​​ from seven wolf‍ monsters?”

The‍‌​ man beside him​‍ answered.

“At‍‌‍ least three hundred‍​⁠ people. Including Rector​‍‍ Bernard Escolea.”

“And‌⁠ yet there was‌​‌ not a single​ death. Bernard did‌ not die either.”​⁠

“The⁠‍‌ one who planned‌⁠ this will not​‌ escape responsibility.”

This‍​​ was not some​ simple “miscalculation” or‍‍‍ “they exceeded expectations.”‍

It​‌ was a failure‌ impossible to ignore.⁠⁠‌

“What‌‌‌ do you think​‌ caused the failure?”⁠‌

“Do‌​‍ we really need‌‌ to answer that?”​‌

“I​​ just wanted to​ confirm whether we‍ think the same.”⁠​

The​⁠​ cause of the⁠‌ defeat could be⁠ summarized in a single name.

“Perda‌​‍ Valdrova.”

“So‍‌‌ it really was‍ him?”

Both‌‌ had reached the‌​‌ same conclusion.

Perda​ Valdrova.

Lately,‍ that name kept‍‌‌ appearing constantly among⁠ the demons.

Ever‍⁠⁠ since he started⁠ interfering, everything had‍⁠‍ begun going wrong.⁠‌

“I‍⁠ heard he even‍⁠‌ attacked research facilities​‌‍ using the power​​‌ of demons. Did‌ we end up‌ like this because‍​ we underestimated him?”‍‍

“We‍ did not underestimate‍⁠⁠ him. If anything,‌ we overestimated him.”​

That​‌ overestimation came from‍‌‍ the testimony of⁠‍​ Research Director Linne.‍⁠

The‌‌‌ demons believed Linne’s​ words were merely⁠‍ excuses to justify⁠ her defeats.

“And‍⁠‌ even that overestimation‌ falls short.”

Perda⁠ was far beyond‍​‌ anything imaginable.

“He​‌ knows how to⁠ neutralize monsters using‌⁠​ first- and second-circle​ mages who are‌‍⁠ not even suited⁠​⁠ for combat.”

“He⁠⁠​ also perfectly evaluated​‌ and distributed the⁠⁠ forces. He took‌​ a slight risk,⁠‍ but it seems‌​‌ even that was‌‍‍ calculated.”

“He‌‌‍ is a cold​ man. He gives⁠​ the impression of‍ having real experience‍⁠ in battles like‍​ this.”

“How‌‍‍ can a boy⁠ barely eighteen years​⁠‌ old do something‌ like that?”

“Maybe​‍‌ he has been‍ on a battlefield‍ before?”

“Look‌ at that body.‌⁠ What could he​⁠ possibly do with​​ such a thin⁠‌‍ and muscleless body?”‌

“Then…⁠ could it be⁠‌​ something innate?”

“It‍⁠ does not feel​​‍ like innate talent.‍​​ There was no‌ improvisation. His level‌‍‌ is different.”

There​​​ were many speculations‍‍ about Perda, but​​‌ no clear answers.⁠‌

“Perhaps​ the related factors⁠‌​ will give us‍‌‌ the answer.”

“What⁠‍ do you mean?”‌

“That‍​ we should broaden‌ the scope. Look⁠ for more factors‍⁠ around him.”

The‍‌ man pointed with​⁠⁠ his chin toward‌‍‍ a brown-haired young​​​ man.

“That‌‍⁠ Zed fellow is​‍ strange too. Is⁠​ it possible to​⁠‌ move like that⁠⁠‌ just because of‍⁠ Haste?”

“For‌⁠​ a normal human,‍‌ no. To move​ that way, he‌ would have had‍‌‌ to live his‍‍ entire life at​‍ that speed.”

“I‍​ thought it was⁠​⁠ strange to accept​⁠ as a knight​ a guy whose⁠ only talent is‌​ seducing women, but‍‌ I see there‍‍ was a reason.”‌

The‍⁠ other man nodded‍‌ as though he​‍‌ understood.

“And‍⁠ that Malcolm…”

“He​‍ is just an‍ idiot. Even now,‌ after everything is⁠ over, he is‌‍⁠ still diligently kidnapping⁠‌​ mages.”

“…I⁠‌ see.”

Meanwhile,‍⁠ the other man‌ answered thoughtfully.

“We⁠⁠ will have to⁠ raise the danger‍ level. At least​ to Alberto level.”⁠​

“You‌ mean Perda Valdrova?​‍ That sounds hasty.‍‍ I still think‍ he remains within​‍⁠ expectations.”

The⁠ man slowly shook⁠​⁠ his head.

“I‍‌ am not talking‍‍ about him.”

What‍‍​ he pointed to‌​ with his chin‌‌‌ was the blue-haired‍‌ man still standing‍ on the stage.‌‌​

The​‌ man who had‍‍‌ killed a wolf​​ monster with a single shot using​⁠ something that looked‌⁠‍ more like a work of art.​‌‌

Vernell‍‍ Marquis.

“That‌​ man’s influence will⁠‍ undoubtedly surpass even​ Perda Valdrova’s.”

***​‌‍

With⁠ the deaths of‍​ the seven wolf‌ monsters, the situation⁠⁠​ inside the conference⁠⁠ hall finally came⁠ to an end.‌

There​‌ were many injured,⁠‌⁠ but the fact‌‍ that the battle‌ ended without a single death carried​​ enormous significance.

Normally,‌‌ even the appearance​​⁠ of one monster‌ meant at least‍⁠⁠ three people dead.‌

And‌‍‍ when the number‍⁠‌ of monsters increased,⁠ the death toll‌⁠‌ grew exponentially.

But​ this time, even‌‍‌ though seven monsters​​⁠ had stormed the‌‍ place, not a single person died.‌

Everything​⁠ ended before Hallim’s​‌ reinforcements even arrived.​‍

It​ was something so‍ incredible that the​ word “impressive” was‍​‍ not enough to‍ describe it.

And⁠​‍ the person who​ had led that‍‌‍ extraordinary situation was‌ Perda.

“Thank​ you for saving​‌​ our lives, Regent.”‍

“We‌ sincerely admire Your‍⁠​ Excellency’s brilliant nobility.‌‍‌ We are deeply⁠‍⁠ grateful.”

Both⁠‍ those who fought‌‍⁠ alongside him and‌‍‌ those who fled‌‍ and later returned​ began showering him‌‌‍ with praise.

Perda‍‌ did not retreat‍⁠⁠ or abandon the‌ front lines.

He‍​ fought until the⁠‍ very end.

That​‍ was noblesse oblige‌‌‍ in its purest⁠​ form.

Of​​ course, the praise‌ was not directed⁠‍⁠ solely at Perda.⁠

There‍‌ was another person‌​⁠ who left an‍​​ equally strong impression.⁠​

“Do​⁠ you know who‍‌ that man is?”⁠

“They‌‍⁠ say his name⁠ is Vernell Marquis.‍ Apparently he was​⁠​ participating in this‌ conference.”

It‍​ was Vernell.

Because​​ he appeared at‌​ the end of‌‍ the monster attack​‌‍ and concluded the⁠ battle in spectacular​‍ fashion, his name⁠‌‍ naturally began spreading⁠‌ from mouth to⁠ mouth.

“Ah,⁠‌‌ now I remember.​ Weren’t they saying‍​ it was something​‌ so impressive that‍‌ Rector Bernard personally⁠​⁠ pushed for it?”⁠⁠⁠

“Could​‍ that thing be​ it?”

“I​ do not think‍⁠‌ so. If it‌ were a magic⁠‌ stone, the name⁠ would not fit.​​‌ If it is​⁠​ a magic stone,‌ then it should‌ be a stone,​ right?”

“Then​‍ what the hell‌ is that thing?”​⁠‌

Since‌ the concept of‌⁠​ magitech did not‍‌‍ exist, no one⁠‍⁠ truly understood what⁠‍ that object was.‍‌

But⁠⁠ there was no‍ need to explain⁠ the concept in‌​‍ elaborate detail.

Magitech⁠ was a technique‌ capable of killing‌⁠‍ monsters with a single shot.

And‌⁠ that alone was​ enough to awaken⁠⁠​ anyone’s interest.

Vernell‌‍​ felt the gazes⁠‍ directed at him⁠⁠ had changed and⁠‍ discreetly approached Perda.‌‌

“Uh,‌‍​ Regent… there is‍‍‍ something I need⁠‌ to tell you…”​​⁠

“Speak.”‌​

“I​ killed the monster,‍‍ yes… but it⁠⁠ actually should not​​ have died.”

Perda‌⁠ turned his head.⁠​⁠

“What​ do you mean?”‌‍​

“Well,‌‌ I thought about‌​​ it carefully. Comparing‍‍‍ the measured output‍ during the rifle⁠ demonstration, the muscle‍⁠ density of that⁠‌⁠ wolf monster, and​⁠‌ the projectile’s trajectory,⁠‌ the shot should⁠ never have reached‌‍​ the heart.”

“You⁠ did not shoot​‍‌ to kill it?”‍⁠⁠

“I⁠⁠⁠ was only trying⁠ to buy some⁠ time. So I quickly examined the​⁠ monster after it​‍ fell…”

“I‌ see.”

“Do‍⁠⁠ you remember where‍ I shot it?‍​ In that area,​ the muscle was⁠ barely separated. The⁠​ projectile passed exactly‍ through the gap‌ between the muscles,‌ so it barely‌​ lost any force‌⁠​ and reached the‌⁠⁠ heart, where it‌ exploded.”

Perda​‍‌ summarized Vernell’s explanation.​

“So⁠⁠ you are saying‌ everything happened because‌‌‌ of one coincidence‍ after another.”

“Yes,⁠​ exactly.”

Perda​‌‍ stared at him.‍

“And‌ telling people that‍ benefits us how?”⁠​‌

“Uh…​‍‌ no, I suppose​‍‍ it does not.”​

“Then⁠​ stop ruining the⁠⁠ mood and enjoy⁠‍⁠ it.”

Perda⁠⁠​ patted him on‍‌ the shoulder and‌ kept walking.

The⁠​⁠ moment he moved​‍‍ away, numerous scholars​ and merchants immediately​ began approaching Vernell.⁠​

All‍⁠ of them introduced⁠ themselves politely and‍⁠ showed him respect.‌

Vernell⁠​‌ smiled awkwardly at‍ them.

It​​⁠ did not feel⁠‍‌ so bad.

After​‍‌ all, that opportunity⁠ had been born‌ thanks to the​‌ object he himself​⁠​ created.

Meanwhile,‌‌ Penelope grabbed onto​‌ Zed and jumped⁠ excitedly.

“Ze-Ze,​‌‌ Ze-Ze! Look at⁠‌‌ that, look! Look‍​​ at those stares‌‍ from those females!”⁠​‍

“……”⁠‍⁠

“My‌​ god. I already​ feel full just‍​ from looking at​ them. Can I cry?”

“…Shut‌‍ the hell up.”‌⁠​

Zed⁠⁠⁠ pushed Penelope’s head‍‍‌ aside with his‍‍ hand.

Then‍ he quietly walked‌⁠‍ away with a complicated expression.

Penelope​ followed after him‍‍⁠ like a little‍ child.

“What‌ is it? Are‌‌‌ you doing the‍ tortured man concept⁠⁠​ now? Not bad!⁠ But do not‍⁠‍ overdo the character‌​‌ too much! Tonight⁠ we are going‌ to feast!”

While​​​ everyone was receiving‍ burning gazes, Malcolm‍‌​ was the only⁠‌ one unable to‍ enjoy it.

“Are​‍⁠ you insane?! You‍​ threw me into‌ the middle of⁠‍‍ the battlefield?!”

“I’m⁠ sorry! I thought‍‌ she was a witch…!”

“What‌ the hell does‌‌ that mean?! Do​ I look like​‍‌ a witch?!”

“N-no,‌ that is not‌​‌ what I meant!‍​‍ I really thought‍​⁠ you could use‍‌‍ magic!”

Even‌⁠ five minutes after⁠‍ everything had ended,‌ Malcolm was still⁠‍​ diligently kidnapping mages.‌⁠

The⁠​ problem was that‌ he had mistaken​ an elderly wrinkled‌‌ noblewoman for a witch and dragged‍​ her there, earning‌‍ a shower of‍ insults and spit.‍‍

In‍‍‍ less than a minute, his parents‍​ and his lower​‌ parts had verbally‌ disappeared, along with​‌‌ many other things.⁠⁠‍

In‌‍ the end, Perda‌‌‍ had to personally‍‍ intervene and stand‌‌‌ in front of⁠‍⁠ the noblewoman.

The‌⁠‌ situation calmed down‍‌ in barely ten‍​ seconds.

Malcolm⁠ lowered his head‌‌⁠ while sweating coldly.‍⁠​

“I’m​⁠ sorry, Regent. I made a mistake.”‌

“No.‍ Raise your head.‌‍ Did you commit​⁠‌ some crime?”

“You‌‌⁠ ordered me to⁠ bring mages, but‍‍ I brought a noblewoman and caused⁠‌ trouble…”

“That⁠‍ was inevitable. You​​ fulfilled your duty.⁠ You acted according​​ to my orders​​​ as a knight​​‍ of the ducal‌‍⁠ territory, and you⁠‌ did well.”

Perda‍‍‍ was genuinely grateful​​‌ to him.

What‌‌ would have happened‍ if Malcolm had⁠ tried persuading the⁠​ mages instead of‌‌ kidnapping them?

None​‍‌ of them would‌‌​ have come.

Who​⁠ in their right‌‌‌ mind would voluntarily⁠​‍ step into a place where death‍​‍ was lurking?

If‍​ he had not‍ brought them by‍‌⁠ force, the plan‌ would have fallen⁠‍ apart.

The‍​​ operation succeeded precisely‍⁠ because Malcolm did​​ what was within‍​‌ his abilities.

“Thank‍ you, guh…!”

Malcolm​‌ burst into tears‍⁠‌ from emotion.

When‌‍​ everything finally calmed‌⁠​ down, someone approached‍⁠‍ Perda.

No‍‌ one remained near​⁠‌ the place where​ that man walked,⁠‌ making it obvious‌ he was someone⁠⁠​ of high status.⁠​‍

“I‍​⁠ greet the great‍​ fire strength, Valdrova’s‌​⁠ fiancé. I am‍​​ Ahmad, lord of​‍⁠ Hallim, the land⁠ of pleasure.”

It⁠‍ was the lord‌‍⁠ of Hallim.

Before‌ Perda could respond‍ to the greeting,​​ Ahmad fell to‍ his knees.

“On‌‌‌ behalf of Hallim,⁠ I sincerely thank⁠​​ you for stopping‍​​ this catastrophe.”

Everyone‍‌‌ was stunned by‌⁠ Ahmad’s actions.

“My‍‌​ god… the lord​ of Hallim knelt…”⁠

“That⁠‌ man they said​​ would not even⁠ bend his back​⁠⁠ before the emperor…”⁠‌

The‍ lords of the‌​​ south had the⁠‍ custom of not‍ kneeling easily even‌ before kings.

The⁠‍‌ fact that Ahmad​‌⁠ knelt in front​ of everyone raised⁠ Perda’s reputation even​‍ further.

It⁠ was not a bad outcome.

“I‌ merely fulfilled my‍​ duty as a noble.”

“Who⁠‍ would risk their‍ life to solve‌‍ a problem that​​‍ happened in another‌‌ land? We should‌⁠‌ not remain here.‌⁠‌ Allow me to​‌‍ escort you to‌​ the castle. There‍ we can treat‍‌ your wounds and​‍ speak more calmly.”‌‌‍

It​ was then that⁠​​ Perda remembered his⁠‌⁠ neck had been‌⁠ pierced.

The⁠‌ bleeding had already⁠‍‌ stopped, but the‌ pain throbbed intensely.​‍

‘It​‍ will definitely leave​ a scar.’

He‌​ needed a topic‌ of conversation with‍‌​ Hallim, but he‍⁠ did not want‌ to begin that‍​​ conversation carrying such‌‍‍ a scar.

“Can‍‍‌ you heal it‌‍‍ completely?”

“Of​⁠‍ course. I will⁠‍​ summon the very‍​​ best so not⁠ even a single​‌​ mark remains.”

Thus,⁠ Perda departed alongside‍ Ahmad toward the‌​ lord’s castle.

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