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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 8: Who Will Bell the Cat?

Chapter 8: Who Will Bell the Cat?

In‌‌ the world of‍⁠ mages, hierarchy is‍‍​ determined by circles.‌‌‍

Among⁠ the nobility, it‍ was one of‌ the few professions‍ where rank was⁠ not granted by⁠ title, but by​ sheer skill.

In⁠‌​ that sense, Tesalos‍ Wolcher had just‍ received the greatest⁠ humiliation of his⁠‌ life.

— Nothing special.

‘Nothing‌ special? Is he‍ saying a mage‌​ means nothing to‍‍​ him?’

The​‍‍ categories by circle‌​‍ were clear.

1st‌⁠​ Circle: mana worker.⁠‍

2nd‌ Circle: spell blower.‌⁠

3rd⁠⁠ Circle: magic worker.‍‌⁠

Only‌‌⁠ upon reaching the‍ 4th Circle are​ you finally called​⁠‌ mage; from the‍‌ name alone, you’re⁠​⁠ treated as a true magician.

‘And​ that mere mana‌ worker says “nothing‍‍ special” to a 4th?’

Where‍ did the 1st⁠​ Circle even stand?‌⁠

Not​ only did he​​ have to bow⁠‌⁠ before a 3rd,​‍ he was expected‌⁠ to treat a 2nd with utmost⁠‍ respect.

And​​ that brat had​‍​ the nerve to‌‍ say “nothing special”⁠‌⁠ to a 4th.‍‍

Nothing⁠​ special.

Nothing‌ special.

Nothing‌⁠‌ special.

Nothing‍ special.

Nothing​ special.

That‌ phrase alone had‍‍​ become an exposed‌ nerve.

The‍​​ circle in his⁠⁠ abdomen was spinning‍‍ tightly—he could fire⁠⁠⁠ magic at any⁠ moment.

He‍​ could have lost⁠‍ his mind and⁠ attacked right then,⁠ but Perda gave⁠‌ him a reason⁠ to be thankful—that⁠​‌ 1st Circle brat⁠ had asked for‌ a duel.

Tesalos‌⁠ decided to teach‍​‌ him a lesson.⁠⁠

They‌‌ moved to a clearing for the⁠‌⁠ match.

Both⁠ took their distance‍⁠ and prepared.

“I’d​‌‌ like to ask​‍⁠ you something, do⁠‍ you mind?”

Tesalos‍ answered bluntly.

“What?”⁠

“What​ kind of magic​‌ do you use?”⁠

“Asking‍⁠‍ about a spell‍‍ before a mage‌‍‍ duel? Don’t you‌‍⁠ think that’s rude?”​‍⁠

“Oh,‍ really? Hm, sorry.‍​⁠ It’s been a while since I’ve⁠⁠ fought in a formal duel.”

That‌ a 1st Circle⁠​ could say something⁠ like that left⁠⁠ him baffled.

‘Where​ did this arrogant⁠‍​ kid come from?’‌

In‍⁠ that moment, Tesalos​‌ made a decision—he​⁠ would crush him⁠‌⁠ with everything he‍​‍ had.

Perda,⁠⁠​ for his part,‍ wasn’t even thinking⁠ about him.

‘Now‍‌​ I remember…’

It​⁠​ had been over‍ twenty years since⁠⁠​ he’d done a “duel.”

He​​‌ had his reasons—in‌‌‌ the last one,‍‌ the mage humiliated⁠ by Perda came⁠ back at night‌‌‌ with a mob‌ to ambush him.‌

Since‍‌ then, he hadn’t‌ believed in fair‍⁠ fights—if a battle‌​ smelled wrong, he’d⁠⁠‌ kill first.

‘A‍ mage duel is⁠ like playing cards‌ behind a screen.’‌​​

Without​‌​ knowing how many‍​ or what kind‍‌​ of cards your⁠‍ opponent holds, you‌‌​ reveal yours one‌‌ by one—through theory,⁠ skill, and wit.⁠‍

‘If‌ he’s 4th Circle,‌‌ he can use‌​ at least eight⁠‍​ spells in one⁠⁠ battle, including one⁠​‍ of 4th grade.’​

Spells‍ by grade require⁠ a minimum circle​​ to cast.

If​ Tesalos was 4th,⁠⁠⁠ he mastered 4th-grade⁠ spells; his mana‌⁠​ reserves were several​​‍ times greater than​ Perda’s.

‘It’s‍ like hitting a rock with an​‌ egg.’

Perda​‌ knew everything favored⁠‍ Tesalos.

Even‌⁠‍ so, he never‌‌ once thought he’d⁠ lose.

‘I’m‍ not foolish enough‌‍ to fall to‍ a mage who’s⁠‌ nothing special.’

“Since​ the handicap’s obvious,‌‌ I’ll give you⁠⁠ a hint.”

Tesalos​⁠‍ sneered.

Free‌ info—no reason not‍‌​ to listen.

“What‍ is it?”

“I,​​⁠ Tesalos Wolcher, will‍‌‌ use magic blast⁠​ here. As a mage, I’m sure​ you know what‍ that means.”

The‍ lords watching from​‌ the side were​ the most shocked.​

“Magic‌‌⁠ blast…?”

“That’s⁠‌ a raw power⁠ spell, isn’t it?”⁠‌

A 4th-grade spell focused⁠​⁠ on destruction.

Precisely​⁠ because of its‌⁠⁠ brutality, a 4th​⁠ Circle mage could​⁠‌ counter it—but those​‌‍ below couldn’t.

For​⁠ someone like Perda,⁠ a 1st Circle,​ there was no​ hope.

The‌‌⁠ message was clear‍‍‌ surrender now, you⁠​‌ wretch.

“Hm,‌‌ I see.”

Perda‍⁠‍ tilted his head,​‍ then nodded.

“Alright,‌​⁠ I’ll tell you⁠⁠ something too. The​ only spell I can use is‌ mana shot.”

“Mana‌ shot? You think⁠‍ that basic nonsense​⁠‌ will beat me?”‌

Perda​​​ waved his hand,‍ unconcerned.

“Don’t‌‌ worry about me.⁠ Unlike you, I know a lot⁠ of things.”

“You⁠‍ brat…”

Tesalos’s‌‌‍ aura flared violently.⁠⁠‌

“I’ll⁠‌ erase you from‍‍‍ this world without‌​‍ a trace.”

The‍⁠​ bloodlust didn’t reach‌ Perda.

‘So⁠ he has a red circle too.’⁠

If⁠ unleashing emotion made‍‌⁠ him stronger, he⁠‌⁠ was one of​ those who trained‍ from a place​‍ of inferiority—someone like⁠‍ Perda himself.

‘This⁠ feels familiar…’

Like‌ poking the bottom⁠ of a bottle​ with chopsticks—he had‍​⁠ it at his⁠​ fingertips, but couldn’t⁠‌ quite touch it.​⁠‌

Something‌ tickled at his‌ memory.

‘I’ll‌‌‍ remember later. Now‍ it’s duel time.’‍⁠

As​ confident as he​ was, it was⁠ still a 1st‍⁠⁠ versus a 4th.​‍

He‍⁠​ had already calculated​ his limits.

‘A⁠ typical 1st Circle‌ can launch three⁠‍‍ mana shot spheres‍⁠‍ in total.’

Due⁠ to lack of‌​ training and focus.‌‍​

‘I⁠ can form six.‍‍‍ If I want‌‌‌ to avoid exhaustion,‍⁠⁠ the reasonable limit​​‍ is five.’

Five​​⁠ chances.

“Huup!”‌‌

Tesalos’s‍ mana concentrated in⁠​ his palm.

The‌ swirling energy formed‌‌‍ a wide ring—the⁠‌ diagram’s circle.

Within⁠‌ it, the glyphs‍ drew themselves from‍‍‌ memory.

Perda​ felt the air⁠ brush his cheek—the‌ killing intent was​ obvious.

‘He’s‍ aiming to kill.’‌

Didn’t‌ matter.

If​‌ the bloodlust didn’t⁠ reach him, it‌ meant nothing. Since‌‍ Tesalos wanted to‌ end it in‌‌‍ one shot, so⁠⁠​ did Perda.

He‌ formed his spheres‍‍⁠ faster than Tesalos.‍‌​

One‌⁠ per finger—five total⁠‌ on his hand.⁠‍‌

While‌‌‌ his attack was​ already set, Tesalos’s‌ magic blast was‌​‌ still forming.

“It’s‍⁠​ over,” Perda said.‍

“I‍ won.”

With⁠ that declaration, the⁠ five bullets flew‍ at Tesalos, tracing⁠‌ five arcs.

“What…?”‍‌

Tesalos‍​ froze—before he could⁠‌ even finish his​​ chant, Perda’s attack‌ hit.

Boom!‍​ Boom! Boom! Thud!​

Four‍‌ explosions and one⁠ heavy thump shook⁠ the area where⁠ Tesalos stood.

The‍⁠ dirt flew, dust‍‌ covering everything.

Soon,‍ everyone could see​‍ the result.

“Ugh…”‌‍

Tesalos,‌‌ who had been‌ chanting the diagram,​​ collapsed with a groan.

His​‍ right hand, swollen‌ and red, was‍ trembling.

He‍‍‍ looked at Perda‍‍‌ and muttered hoarsely,‍‍

“I’ve⁠⁠⁠ lost…”

The​ arrogant brat of​ the 1st Circle—Perda⁠ had won.

***​​

Tesalos‍ found himself facing‍‍​ a situation that‌‍ could only be⁠‍ described as astonishing.​⁠‍

He⁠ replayed the scenes‍‌ over and over,​⁠⁠ still unable to‍ fully understand them.⁠⁠​

‘That‍‍‍ mana shot he⁠⁠⁠ fired straight at‌‍‌ my face…’

The⁠ sphere, launched from‍‍ his middle finger,‍ had flown toward‍​ his eye.

If‍ it had pierced​​​ his head, there⁠‌ would’ve been no​‍ salvation.

And‌‌ though a red​⁠ circle mage could⁠ momentarily lose focus,‍‌ no normal mage⁠‌‍ should be shaken‌ so easily.

But​⁠ an attack aimed‌⁠‌ at the eyes—that​‌​ was different.

Every‌‍⁠ human being, without‌⁠​ exception, would instinctively​​​ hesitate.

That’s⁠‍‍ why Tesalos, while​⁠ chanting his spell,⁠⁠​ had raised a defensive barrier.

He‌ was a 4th-circle‌ mage, capable of⁠‌​ attacking and defending⁠‍‌ at the same‍ time. The three‍ bullets he thought‌ were aimed at‌⁠‌ his torso should’ve‌ been blocked by‌ the spell.

‘But​​​ the target wasn’t⁠ my body—it was⁠​ my diagram.’

They‍ exploded right in⁠ front of the​ magic circle and‍⁠ shattered it.

‘He‍ destroyed my diagram…’‌⁠

It​ was then that⁠‌ Tesalos truly felt‌‌ awe.

No​⁠ matter how perfect​‍⁠ a magic circle​ might seem, there⁠‌ are always blind​​ spots in its⁠‌⁠ mana flow.

If​‍​ an explosion hits‍⁠‌ those, its effectiveness​⁠⁠ can be reduced.‌

But‌ reducing isn’t the​‌ same as destroying.⁠ That level of‍‍⁠ mastery is reserved‌⁠ for 5th-circle mages​​⁠ and above.

And​​​ yet, that man‌⁠⁠ had done it.‌‌

The​⁠⁠ diagram had been‍​‌ pulverized.

‘And​ to top it‍​ off, he launched‍⁠⁠ a low-power mana⁠ shot at my‌⁠⁠ right hand…’

By‍‍‍ lowering its power,‌ he made it‍‍ clear he hadn’t⁠ intended to kill.⁠

And‌ at the same​⁠⁠ time, he showed‌‌⁠ that, had he‍⁠ wanted to, he​‍​ could’ve ended it​ anytime.

All‍‌ of that meant​⁠‌ one thing Perda’s​ absolute victory.

Even⁠⁠ Tesalos, with blood‌ boiling in his⁠​⁠ head, had no⁠‌‍ choice but to⁠ admit defeat.

Even​ those who didn’t⁠ understand magic could‌​‌ immediately grasp what​​ had just happened.⁠⁠‍

‘How‌‍⁠ is it possible‍‌ that a 1st-circle‌‌‍ mage defeated a 4th-circle one?’

‘Could‌⁠ he have cheated?​‍ Maybe someone protected​ him so the‍ queen’s consort wouldn’t​‌​ die…?’

‘If‍‍‌ anyone could intervene‌⁠⁠ like that, it‍⁠ would have to‍⁠​ be a dragon…’‌

They⁠​‍ turned toward Luri‌​ suspiciously, but she‌ shot back a glare of pure‍ contempt with her‌‌ silver eyes.

“Could‍ you take those‍ looks elsewhere before‍‌​ I rip them​​⁠ out of your⁠‍ faces?”

“Ugh!”​​

“Ahem…”​‌​

She​‌ didn’t bother hiding⁠⁠ her disgust.

Unlike‍‍‍ Perda, she had‍ no reason to⁠⁠‌ be polite to‌‌​ them.

“Do​ you accept your‌‌ defeat?”

“…I‍​ do.”

Tesalos⁠⁠⁠ let out a bitter laugh and⁠​ added,

“I‌​‌ never thought I’d​⁠ witness a master‍‍ of this level‌‌ here. The world‍ truly is vast.”‍‌

He‍ bowed his head‍⁠‍ with respect and‌‍ acknowledged Perda’s skill.​

“You’re‍⁠‍ also one of‍‍ the most outstanding​​‌ mages of the‍‌‌ 4th circle. It’s⁠⁠ fortunate to have​ someone like you.”‍

“Ha…‍ it’s an honor‌​​ for me too​⁠ to meet someone​⁠‌ so formidable outside‌ the capital. Maybe‌‍ being sent here​‍ wasn’t so bad‍⁠ after all.”

Upon⁠ hearing that, Perda’s‌ body tensed.

“…Did‍‍‌ you say you‌​ were demoted?”

“That’s‌ right.”

“Because​​ of politics?”

“Correct.”‌

The‍‌⁠ words tumbled through‌​⁠ Perda’s mind—a red​ circle mage, demoted‍⁠ over intrigue, filled‍‍​ with inferiority, carrying‍‌‍ the same kind​⁠‍ of mana and⁠ thirst for revenge.⁠⁠​

“What‌​‍ was your name?”⁠

“Tesalos‍ Wolcher.”

In‍⁠‍ that instant, Perda​‌ understood.

“Tesalos⁠​‌ Wolcher… of course…‍‍ now I remember.”‌

“You‌ know me?”

Tesalos​⁠‌ frowned, puzzled. He‍​​ had no memory​ of having any​ connection to House‍‌ Rosnova.

But​‌ Perda nodded.

“I‌​‍ do know you.​​⁠ You’re my benefactor.”‍

“Benefactor…?⁠⁠ When have we​‍‍ met?”

“Not​ in the past.‍‌​ I’m talking about​‌​ the future.”

“The​ future? What the‍ hell are you—”‍

Bang!⁠‌‌

He‍ didn’t finish the‌‌ sentence.

A huge wound opened​​ across his forehead.‍‌

Perda’s‍ index finger was‌‌‌ still pointing—a mana‌ shot had pierced‌‌ his head.

“That’s​ why I can’t​​​ let you live.”‌

***‍

Those‍​ who witnessed it​​⁠ were horrified.

Perda‌ had killed a noble.

No​ one could deliberately⁠‌ kill an aristocrat—not‌​ even the queen’s‌ fiancé would be‍‍ forgiven for that.⁠‌

It‍ was a heinous‍​‍ act worthy of‌‍ punishment and condemnation.‌

But‌‌ Perda had his​‍‍ reasons too.

‘Tesalos‌ also tried to​​‌ kill me. In⁠ the end, it’s‌‌‍ the same.’

‘Was​‌‌ it… self-defense?’

The‍‍ lords knew what​⁠ Tesalos had done.‌‌

Driven​ by emotion, he‌​ had nearly fired​‌ a 4th-grade spell⁠ to kill the​⁠ queen’s consort.

That​ Perda had executed​​⁠ him outside the‌ duel was indeed⁠​‍ improper, but Tesalos​‌​ had crossed the​​ line.

Normally,⁠‍‌ the nobles would‍​ have pounced like⁠⁠ piranhas to tear‌‍‍ him apart.

This‌‌ time, however, they​​ looked at each‌ other without saying⁠ a word.

They‍‍‌ all thought the‍‍ same thing.

‘Among‍‌​ rats like us‍ who’s going to‌⁠‍ bell that cat?’‍

Perda⁠‌‍ turned his head.⁠‌​

His​‍‌ face was stained‍ with the blood‍⁠ that had sprayed‌ from Tesalos’s skull.​

The⁠ contrast between his⁠ expressionless face and‍‌ the crimson splatter‌ made the lords​‍ shiver.

He,​⁠​ however, was unaware.‍

He‌ had no energy​⁠ left to care.​‌​

‘I‌‍ feel dizzy…’

He‍⁠‍ had used up​‌ every last drop‍ of mana.

Leaving‍ even 1% or⁠‍ draining it all⁠ made a world⁠ of difference.

Perda​​ had chosen to​​ squeeze out everything,‌​ and now he‍‍ was suffering the​​‍ backlash—headache, dizziness, trouble‍​‌ staying upright.

That’s​‌⁠ why his face​​ looked like one‍​​ twisted with rage.⁠‍⁠

“Why​​ are you all⁠‍⁠ staring at me​​⁠ like that?”

“Th-that’s…”⁠​‍

Their​ eyes drifted to‌​​ Tesalos’s corpse.

Then‌‍‌ Perda understood.

“Oh,‌‍​ because of Tesalos?‍‍‍ Don’t worry about​​‍ it. He was‍‌ someone who deserved⁠ to die long‌⁠⁠ ago.”

He‌‌ swayed like a drunk.

A tic twitched across‍ his face.

“If‍‌⁠ he’d stayed alive,⁠​ he would’ve done‍ something that hurt​‌‍ the queen.”

“The​ queen… you say?”‍

“Yes.‌​​ She is kind.‌ She loves humans‌ and fights for⁠​ them.”

At‌‍‌ that moment, pain‌​ tore through him.⁠‍

His⁠‍ neutral expression twisted‍⁠ into a savage⁠‌ scowl, as if⁠​‌ seething with hatred.​‌‌

“I‌​ can’t stand anyone‌​​ who makes her‌‍ suffer.”

“You‌‍ mean House Wolcher⁠ was going to…”⁠⁠

“No,‌​ not yet. But​‍ sooner or later,‌ they would’ve. And​ I couldn’t allow⁠ it.”

The⁠​ nobles were even‍ more bewildered.

‘What‌ the hell is‍‌ he saying?’

‘So​‌ they didn’t do⁠ it, but he‌ says they would‍ have?’

‘The‍ future consort of‌ the queen is​‍ completely out of​⁠‌ his mind.’

Cold‌‍​ sweat ran down​‍‌ their backs.

He⁠‌ was utterly unpredictable.​

Perda‌ noticed their fear​‍ and tried to‌​​ reassure them once‌​​ more.

“Don’t⁠ worry. I truly​​‍ don’t care what‌‌‌ you all do.”‌

Serious.⁠ Direct.

Who⁠ among them would⁠⁠‌ dare bell this​‍‍ mad cat?

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