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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 83: Golden Blood

Chapter 83: Golden Blood

An‌⁠‌ aristocratic tea party.‌

No⁠​⁠ matter what kind⁠⁠ it was, it⁠⁠ was never held⁠ modestly.

Even‍ if they had‍ to push themselves⁠‌ a little, on​ the day of​⁠⁠ the party they‍​ tried to decorate‌‍ everything as luxuriously‍‍ as possible.

Because⁠‍‍ that represented the⁠​‍ host’s wealth, history,​‍ and capability.

That⁠​⁠ was why the‍⁠​ tea parties held‍‍‍ in the imperial‍​‌ capital boasted a completely different scale​⁠ and magnificence.

It​​​ was a place⁠ overflowing with vitality,‌‌ since the young‍ talents who would​⁠​ someday become lords,‍⁠ knights, or heads⁠ of families gathered‌ there.

Young⁠​​ nobles and heirs⁠‍ wearing immaculate uniforms⁠ with their family‍​⁠ emblems on their​ chests, and noble‍‍ ladies and princesses⁠ wearing colorful dresses‍ that resembled flowers‍ in full bloom.‍​‍

All​‌ of them had⁠​ come adorned with⁠‌ the desire to​‌​ become the protagonists‍⁠⁠ of that place.‍

However,⁠​‍ despite all those‌‌ desperate desires, within⁠​‌ the Empire there‌‌​ existed a presence​‍‍ so overwhelming that​ it made all‍ of them look⁠⁠ like mere leaves​ growing beside a flower.

Olivia​​​ Arken.

Golden‍​‍ hair and blue‍​‍ eyes, a beauty⁠⁠ capable of ruining​ nations, to the​⁠ point where rumors‍ spread that even​⁠‌ right after waking​‍ up in the⁠ morning she was‍ still beautiful.

Daughter‌‍ of the emperor‌ and possessor of‍ both talent and⁠‌‍ beauty, she was​ the ideal woman‌‍‍ anyone would want‍ to obtain in​ any era of‌‌ history.

“Look,​⁠⁠ it’s Lady Olivia.”⁠‍

“I​‌​ heard she would⁠‌ attend this party,​‌‌ but it was‍ true.”

“How​⁠ can she be‍‍⁠ so beautiful…?”

A beauty that drew⁠ admiration from both‍‌⁠ men and women.⁠

All‌⁠ the young nobles​​⁠ pretended to wander‍‌‍ casually while stealing‌⁠‌ glances at her‌ and lingering nearby.‌‍‍

They​ knew perfectly well‌⁠​ that someone of‍ their status could‌ not even dream⁠​ of speaking to​‌‌ her.

Even‌‌ so, there were‌ those who firmly⁠ believed that without⁠‍ courage they could‍‌ never conquer a beauty.

“It‍‌⁠ is an honor​ to meet the​ imperial princess of‍‍‍ the Empire. As‍ Guardian of the⁠‌ Golden Dawn and‍ Sword of the‌‍‍ Frontier, I would‌‌ like to introduce‌ myself—.”

“We​⁠‌ are sorry, but.”‌⁠

The‌ one who interrupted‍ his words was​​ a woman seated‌ beside Olivia.

Smiling⁠‌​ sweetly, she said,‌

“At​‍⁠ the moment we⁠ are having a gathering among noble⁠⁠ ladies. Only members‌ of Golden Rose​‍ may participate in‍ this conversation.”

“A-ah,‍‌‌ I see…”

“Then.”‌‌​

The⁠​ man ended up⁠‌ retreating without even‌ being able to⁠ say his name,​⁠‌ humiliated.

The​‌ seated women watched⁠‌ the defeated man’s‍ back while giggling​‌⁠ among themselves.

“Another​⁠ insect that doesn’t⁠ know his place.”‌‍

“Exactly.‌ They even rejected⁠​ the heir of‌ Duke Mersel, and​ a mere frontier⁠⁠‌ marquis dares try‍​‌ to speak to​ Princess Arken?”

They‌ mocked him with⁠ quiet laughter.

Olivia‌⁠ slightly tilted her​​ head while holding⁠‍ her teacup.

“Even⁠⁠ so, if he‍⁠‌ is someone who⁠‍‌ protects the borders,‌ perhaps we should​​‌ have at least⁠​⁠ greeted him, don’t‍‍‌ you think?”

“Oh,​⁠ there’s no need​‌ for that!”

“Exactly!​‍ If you don’t‍‍⁠ keep inferiors in‌ their place, they‍‌‍ start climbing all​ over you!”

“Ah,⁠‍⁠ really?”

“Of‌ course!”

“Ahh,⁠ seriously, Princess Arken​​⁠ is far too​‌‍ pure…”

“I‌⁠ want to protect⁠ her until the‌​‌ day I die!”⁠

The⁠ noble ladies were⁠ practically melting over​⁠ her.

And‍​ Olivia watched that‍‍‌ scene while pretending​​ innocence.

Smiling,​‌ she thought,

‘Yeah,​​ sure. Protect my​‍‌ ass.’

Olivia‌ knew perfectly well‍‍ how beautiful she‌ was.

She‍‍ knew how to⁠‍‌ use that to​⁠​ her advantage, and​​⁠ she also knew​​‍ how to protect​ herself.

These‍‍ “bodyguards” were actually​‍‌ women who admired‍⁠‍ her while simultaneously​‍​ envying her.

‘Because⁠ all the men‌ only look at⁠⁠⁠ me.’

Even⁠​ if they wore‍‌‌ jewelry worth fortunes​‍ or dresses designed‌‌ by the most‌ famous tailors, that‍ overwhelming presence made​ it so nobody‍‌ even paid attention‍​ to them.

From​ the perspective of⁠​‍ those luxury items,⁠‍​ Olivia’s existence was⁠ annoying.

When‍​ one person shines​ too intensely alone,‍⁠‌ jealousy and envy​‍⁠ inevitably arise.

And⁠‍‍ Olivia knew perfectly⁠​​ well how to⁠⁠‍ handle them.

She‌‍⁠ deliberately chose to⁠ surround herself with‌​ women who envied‌‍​ her.

Under‌​ the form of‌⁠ an exclusive social⁠ club called “Golden​​‍ Rose.”

It‍‍‍ was a perfect‌​ symbiotic relationship.

‘I⁠ can protect myself⁠​‍ without saying a single word, and‍‍ the girls acting‍​⁠ as guards can‍ approach the men‌‍⁠ they’re interested in.’‍⁠

Olivia⁠⁠⁠ protected her flower,‍​ and the guards‌ could choose and‍⁠‍ keep the suitors‌‍​ fluttering around her.⁠

Once‌⁠ they began a romantic relationship they⁠ had to leave​‍ Golden Rose, but​ the positions would⁠‌⁠ always be replaced,​‍ so there was‌⁠ nothing to worry​​​ about.

It​‍​ was a social‌​ circle whose loyalty‌​ increased the more​⁠​ it renewed itself.‌‌‌

“As‌‍ expected of someone⁠​ with Golden Blood,​‍ she’s perfect in⁠‍⁠ every way!”

Golden​ Blood.

An‍ expression born from⁠ the belief that‌⁠ the blood of⁠⁠ the Arken family‌‍ contained the qualities‌⁠‍ necessary to rule⁠⁠ as emperors.

Olivia‍‌ deeply hated those⁠​⁠ words.

After​ all, even though​​ that same Golden‍ Blood ran through‍ her veins, instead‍‍​ of extending her⁠​ influence into politics⁠ she was trapped⁠ in a flower⁠​ garden like this.⁠​

“Yes‌‌‍ well, I suppose.”‍‍

Olivia⁠⁠ replied in a rather unenthusiastic voice.⁠⁠‍

The‌ atmosphere immediately cooled​ down.

Since​​ she had answered⁠⁠‌ halfheartedly, the gazes⁠‍ of the young​‍⁠ noblewomen became sharp.‍⁠

“W-we‌‍‌ are terribly sorry,‍​‍ Princess. I never‍​⁠ intended to offend‌‍‍ you!”

“Oh,‍‍​ even if the‌ young lady of​⁠⁠ the Hons family⁠‍‍ did not mean‌‌ it that way,‌‍⁠ to us it​‌ certainly sounded rather​ bad.”

“Exactly.⁠ How could you​​⁠ bring up such‌​‍ a topic in‍ a place like‍ this?”

The‌​ others immediately began⁠‍ pressuring her in​​⁠ unison.

The‌​‍ daughter of the​‍ Hons family began​​ to grow desperate.​

They‌ were trying to⁠​ use the slightest‍⁠ weakness to isolate​⁠ her.

‘Seriously,⁠ they’re like snakes.’‍​‌

Olivia​‍ hated them, though‍ she responded with⁠‍ practiced naturalness.

“Oh,‍ why are you‍​‌ reacting like that?”⁠​⁠

“I‌‍ felt she had​​​ been disrespectful toward‌‍ Princess Arken…”

“How​⁠‍ could that be?‍‍‌ I was merely​​​ thinking about something‍ for a moment.​‌‍ I’m sorry, I wasn’t even able‍ to properly focus⁠​ on all of​‍‌ you during this‍⁠ gathering…”

Olivia’s​⁠ blue eyes moistened⁠ slightly.

The⁠​⁠ members of her‍ private guard flinched‍ and desperately started​​⁠ trying to smooth⁠‌⁠ things over.

“N-no,⁠⁠ not at all!”⁠‍

“Lady⁠‍‌ Olivia looked wonderful‌‌​ while reflecting. She‌​‍ seemed like a living painting.”

The‌ women let out⁠​ small laughs to‌⁠‍ ease the atmosphere.‌‌‌

Though‍‌⁠ inside they were⁠​ surely insulting her,⁠​ saying she was‌ pretending to be‌‍ kind.

Let‍‍‍ them criticize her⁠⁠ if they wanted.⁠‍⁠

The​ mask one wears‌‌ until the very‍‌​ end eventually becomes‌‌ one’s true face.‍⁠‌

Someone‌​ changed the subject​‍⁠ to dispel the‍⁠⁠ tense atmosphere.

“Speaking​​ of something else,‌​‍ have you heard​‌‍ already?”

“Heard​ what?”

“The⁠ news about Regent⁠‍‌ Perda.”

At‌​ those words, Olivia’s​ hand stopped for​​ an instant.

“It⁠‍ seems that man​‍‍ accomplished quite a feat this time⁠​ in Hallim.”

“Oh,‌ Hallim, that blasphemous‍ place?”

“They⁠​ say women in‌‌‌ indecent clothes seduce​⁠ men there…”

“Hoho,​‍‍ what kind of​​‍ imagination do you​​‍ have? It’s not‌ about that! There‌⁠‌ was an Escolea​ exhibition.”

“Do⁠​ you think there⁠ was only an⁠​ exhibition? I heard‌ all the men‍ who go to‍ Hallim come back​ completely bewitched…”

As⁠​‍ was typical of‌ conversations among noble‍​ ladies, the discussion⁠‍ began drifting off-topic.⁠

“There.”‌​

Olivia​ opened her mouth.​​

Even‌⁠ though she had‍⁠ attended these kinds‍‍‌ of gatherings countless‌‌​ times, it was‌​‍ extremely rare for⁠⁠ her to participate‌⁠‍ when the topic​ involved men.

“What‌⁠‌ happened there?”

“Eh?​ Ah, well… they⁠⁠ say a monster⁠ rift appeared and‍ creatures came out⁠ of it. There‌​⁠ were seven wolf​​‌ monsters.”

“Seven?”⁠

“And​⁠ they say he⁠ stood out tremendously​​​ there. There wasn’t​ even a single⁠​ fatality!”

“Really?”⁠

“Ooh…”‌‍‌

The​‌⁠ young noblewomen let⁠​⁠ out uninterested exclamations‍‍‍ while blinking.

It​ was not a topic they cared⁠‌⁠ about, nor did‌​ they understand how⁠‌ impressive that truly​‌‌ was.

But‍ Olivia did.

‘Not⁠⁠⁠ having a single‌⁠​ death in the‌‍ middle of a surprise attack… that’s⁠ very close to⁠‍⁠ a miracle.’

She⁠ had always been⁠ interested in tactics‍ and strategy.

Thinking​​‍ that someday she‌ might end up​ commanding an army,⁠⁠ she had studied‍‌ numerous military records‌⁠ and learned the⁠‌ art of war,​‍ while constantly researching‌‍ the enemies they‍​⁠ might face.

That​⁠‌ was why she⁠‍ perfectly understood the⁠⁠ scale of Perda’s​ achievements.

‘Did​ he use dark‌⁠ magic?’

The​ lost grimoire of‌​ the Shadow Arts⁠‌⁠ of Barbatos crossed‍​ her mind.

During‌ the visit to‌⁠‍ the Empire, it‌‍⁠ had been reported​‌‌ that the seal‌‌‌ weakened after a fierce battle with‍‌ a researcher, and‍⁠ that the grimoire‌⁠ disappeared by taking⁠‌ advantage of that⁠ moment.

Though⁠​ in reality, that⁠ report only existed⁠ because Olivia had⁠‌ used her influence⁠‍​ to make it​​ so. The truth⁠‌ remained unknown.

‘There‍ are questions that‌‍‌ should remain questions.’⁠‍‌

That‍⁠ was what Olivia​⁠⁠ did for the⁠⁠ sake of the‌⁠ cause.

“I‍​‍ heard rumors that​⁠​ he uses dark‍‌​ magic.”

Just‍ as she was‌​⁠ thinking that, someone‌​‌ brought up the​‍ topic.

When‌‌ she looked at​ who had spoken,‌⁠‌ she saw it​ was the daughter⁠‌ of the Hons‌ family, the same‌⁠ one who had‌⁠ made the earlier‍ blunder.

As‌ soon as the​‌ gossip started, everyone‍‌⁠ perked up with​​ interest.

“Dark‍⁠ magic?”

“Yes.‌⁠ They say that,⁠​ in such a sudden moment, Regent‍​‍ Perda reacted alone⁠⁠ and pierced the‌​ head of the⁠⁠ monster that was‍ coming out of⁠‌ the rift.”

“Isn’t​ it exaggerated to‍ say he uses‌​​ dark magic just⁠​ because he had​‌ that level of‌‍ reaction speed?”

“According​ to what’s being‍ said at the⁠‍ top, the one​‌‍ who caused that​ monster rift was⁠‌ Regent Perda himself.‍⁠ They say he‍ staged all of‍ it to show​ off in Hallim.”‌

The⁠ easily influenced young‍‌ noblewomen nodded as​ if it made⁠‌ sense.

Watching‌‍⁠ those reactions, Olivia‌‍ felt disgust inwardly.⁠

“And‌‍ what do you‍​​ think, Princess?”

The‍​ daughter of the‍ Hons family passed‍ the turn to‍⁠ her.

Olivia‍ blinked with innocent⁠​‍ eyes.

“Lady.”​

“Yes,‍​ Princess.”

“Even​​ so, I do‍​ not think it⁠‌⁠ is right to​​‌ call someone a dark mage when‌⁠ he saved people⁠‌‌ without suffering major​ losses.”

“Eh?⁠⁠ A-ah, that…”

The‍ daughter of the⁠​‍ Hons family began​⁠ growing nervous again.‌‍‌

The‍​‌ atmosphere, which had​ been ready to​‌ enjoy the gossip,‌‍‍ completely changed in‌‍‍ an instant.

“Exactly.⁠⁠‌ Seriously, she doesn’t​ know how to⁠ read the atmosphere.”‍⁠

“A​​‌ noble lady speaking⁠‍ ill of a hero… I think​⁠⁠ this deserves a proper reprimand.”

Now​⁠ the others were⁠‌ showing far more‌⁠‌ obvious hostility than​‍​ before.

There‍⁠ was no way​ to fix it⁠‌ anymore.

She‍ would practically be​⁠⁠ expelled from Golden‍ Rose and end‍⁠ up isolated at‍‌ all future tea⁠‍‌ parties.

‘They’re‍ not doing it​ with bad intentions.’​‌‍

After​‌‌ all, she herself⁠⁠​ had dug her‌​‍ own grave.

‘Even​‍ so, the regent‍ seems to have‌​ everything under control.’​‌‌

After​⁠ declaring the conquest⁠⁠ of the demonic‌‌ lands, he gained⁠⁠ Lorga’s support, and‍⁠‍ now he had⁠​‌ even distinguished himself‍​​ in Hallim.

There​‌ was no longer‌⁠ anyone capable of‌ stopping that hero’s‍​ advance.

He‍ would definitely build‍​ a second capital.​

‘I‍ should do something⁠⁠‍ as well…’

Compared⁠ to him, Olivia​ had accomplished nothing.‍‌⁠

To‍‍⁠ build power within‍‌‌ the Empire, she​‌⁠ needed to become⁠ a saint.

But‌⁠ all she did⁠ was maintain her‍‌ figure, talk nonsense⁠​ with young nobles,​ and learn etiquette‌​‌ and formalities she‌​ did not even‍⁠ care about.

Whether‍ the taste of⁠‍‍ black tea was​⁠ this way or‌⁠‍ that, or whether⁠‍ sweets were prepared‌‌ in a certain​ manner.

Being‌⁠ an imperial princess⁠⁠ was suffocating like‌ this.

‘This‌‌‌ is far too​⁠​ far from becoming​‌ a saint.’

Even⁠‌‌ those who dedicated‍ their entire lives⁠‍ as monks might‌⁠‍ never attain the‌ title of saint.​​ How could she⁠⁠ achieve it while‍​⁠ living surrounded by​‍​ such luxury?

‘But​‌ I have to‌ do it.’

Because​ if she managed‌​​ to become a saint, then she​​‍ too would obtain‌ that cursed Golden​⁠ Blood.

***​

The‌‍ first thing Perda‌⁠‍ did upon returning‌‍‌ was check the​‍⁠ progress of the‌⁠‍ village’s construction.

The​⁠‍ scene before him​ was different from⁠ the future he⁠⁠‍ had imagined based⁠ on Isabella’s reports.‍

“It‍​‍ has progressed quite‍​ a bit.”

He‌ had been away‌ for about three​ weeks, but the‌​ previously chaotic atmosphere​‌ had become considerably‍ more organized, and‍ several buildings had‍ already been erected.‌⁠‍

There​‍​ was enough space‍ to completely remove‌‌ the tents that​ had been used⁠ as temporary shelters.‍

“That’s‍​ right. It exceeded‍​ expectations by quite​‍‍ a lot.”

“How⁠‍‌ far ahead of​⁠‌ schedule is it?”‍‍⁠

“Two⁠ months.”

“That’s⁠‌ no longer simply​⁠​ being a little⁠⁠⁠ ahead.”

Isabella,‍‍ the blue-haired dragon‌⁠ spawn administrator, adjusted‌‌‍ her glasses.

Those‌ words especially wounded⁠‍ the pride of‍ someone connected to⁠‌​ the Domain of‍​‍ Knowledge, but Isabella‌​​ replied calmly.

“The​⁠⁠ speed of the‍ original workers was‌​⁠ within estimates. Of‌‍ course, we also‌‌‍ considered loss of⁠ manpower and supply⁠⁠⁠ issues, but this‌‌‌ was a variable‍⁠​ dropped from the‌‍‌ heavens.”

She‌‌ was not saying⁠​ that merely to‍ protect her pride.⁠​

Perda​⁠⁠ knew that, so​‌ he asked,

“And​‍ what was that⁠ variable?”

“An​‍ armored knight.”

“An‌ armored knight?”

Isabella​ nodded.

“Yes.‌‌‍ He appears to‌‌ be a wandering‍​‌ knight. Since he‍ made a vow‍‍ of silence or‌ something similar, the​‌ workers began simply‌ calling him the‌⁠‌ armored knight.”

“Hmm…”‌

Perda​ reviewed the personal​⁠ information and payment​​ records.

The‍ personal data contained‌ barely the minimum⁠‍ they could determine​ through external observation.​​

And‍ upon seeing it,⁠⁠ Perda understood something.⁠

“It’s‌ not a vow⁠‍ of silence.”

“No?”⁠

“Normally,‍ those who take‌⁠ a vow of‍​ silence carry a plate with their‌‌​ name and affiliation.‍​​ Even if they⁠​‌ do not speak,​⁠ they at least​ make clear who‍ they are.”

Perda⁠‌ knew this well⁠​​ since he came‌⁠ from a family‍⁠ of knights.

Someone‍‌ with a vow‍ of silence might​ live as a wanderer, yes, but​ it did not​​ fit someone working​​⁠ at a construction‍‍ site like this.​

Then‌ perhaps they were‍ paying him an‌‍ enormous amount.

Perda‍⁠ checked the payroll‍ sheet.

“He’s‌⁠ receiving more than​ twenty times the‍⁠ salary of the‍​ other workers.”

No⁠​⁠ less than two​‌ silver coins, equivalent​ to two hundred‍‌​ copper coins.

However,​​ Perda frowned.

“Far‍‌​ too little.”

Isabella⁠ nodded.

“To​‌‌ be honest, even⁠⁠‌ paying him thirty‍ silver coins would⁠ still be too‌ little for someone‌ like that.”

“Then‌‌‍ why didn’t you?”​

“He⁠‌​ didn’t seem dissatisfied.‌‍​ In fact, he⁠ looked as though⁠⁠‍ receiving money itself⁠ felt strange to‍​‍ him. After the​ two silver coins,⁠⁠‌ he no longer⁠​​ wanted to accept‌‍‌ more. And if‍⁠‌ he himself does⁠‌ not ask for‌‌‌ it, why should‌‌‍ we pay him‍‍ more?”

“Hmm…”‍

Considering⁠​‍ the wage and‍ the value of‍ a knight, two⁠⁠ shillings a day‌‌ was practically exploitation.​‍​

Working‍‌⁠ construction that damaged⁠⁠ his pride while‍‍ also receiving so‍⁠ little pay, he‍‍ had a far⁠ more admirable personality​‌‌ than most adults.⁠

‘Or‍‍ perhaps he is​ hiding an important‍​ secret.’

Maybe‍‍⁠ he had a troubled past or​‍‌ had even killed​‌‌ someone.

But‍⁠ if that were​⁠‌ the case, it​‌ was strange that⁠ he rejected any​‍ payment above two‍⁠​ silver coins.

“And​‍‍ exactly how does‍ he help? Does⁠ he know construction​‌‍ work?”

“No.​‍ He has no⁠‌​ basic knowledge and​​ is a complete​​ novice, but he‍ handles all the‌‍ tasks that only⁠​⁠ require physical strength,‍ so the pace​‌ of construction accelerated‍⁠ tremendously.”

Monstrous​​ strength.

Hearing‍‍ that, Perda immediately​‌ thought of one⁠ person.

“That⁠​‍ armored knight.”

“Yes.”‌‌

“Did‌ he look absurdly‌ heavy and bulky?⁠​ Like you’d run‌​⁠ out of breath‌‍ just from looking‌​‍ at him?”

Hearing‌ that, Isabella reflected​‌‍ for a moment⁠​‍ before answering.

“No.⁠ He wore a fairly ordinary half‍​⁠ plate, like any⁠ wandering knight.”

“I‌ see.”

Perda⁠‌​ had thought of‍‍‍ Alberdo, the walking⁠‍ fortress.

But⁠ since there were‌⁠ still no sightings‍‍​ of him, it‍ seemed he moved‍‍⁠ quite stealthily despite‌ his enormous body.⁠

‘Monstrous‍‌​ strength…’

Just⁠‌ through physical strength​‍‍ alone, he had​⁠⁠ advanced construction by‍​​ two entire months.​

“If‍‌ you are concerned,​​ would you like​ us to investigate​‍ him?”

Perda‌​‌ shook his head‍‌​ at Isabella’s suggestion.‍​

“No.​‍‍ Leave him for‌ now. It would‍⁠ be troublesome if​‌ he noticed we⁠ were investigating him​‍‍ and fled.”

Only‍‍ an idiot guts‌⁠​ the goose that​ lays golden eggs.‍‌​

“But‌‌‍ we cannot ignore‌‌‍ the value of‌ that man. Think‍‌​ of a way‍​ to continue exploiting‌‍ his capabilities.”

“A‍ wise decision.”

If⁠ someone was useful‍‌ to the Grand‌​⁠ Duchy, they had​‍ to recruit him​‍​ by any means.‌‍

And​ if they could⁠ not recruit him,​‍ then they would⁠‍ create a situation⁠‍ where he had⁠​​ no other option.‍‌‍

‘And⁠‌ if even that‍ doesn’t work, then​ we’ll squeeze him‌​ dry.’

To​⁠​ the very last‍ drop, turning him‍‍ into fuel for​‍ this city under‍ construction.

That‌ was what Perda‍⁠ would do for⁠‍ the town he⁠ was building for​ Valdrova.

“Speaking⁠ of which.”

Isabella‌‍ asked him,

“What​​ name will you‍‌​ give the city?”​​​

“Wouldn’t‍‍ it be enough⁠ to call it⁠⁠‍ Valdrova?”

Isabella’s‍⁠‍ tone became more⁠ serious.

“That‍​ is already the⁠‍ name of the‌ castle and also⁠‍ of the Grand‍‌‍ Duchy. If it‍‍ is used too⁠ much, its majesty‌​ will eventually wear​⁠​ down.”

“What​‍​ if that were⁠⁠ precisely the goal?”​‌

“Even⁠‌⁠ I, as a spawn of Lorga,‍‍ cannot accept something​​⁠ like that. I will firmly oppose⁠​ it, so I ask for your‌​ understanding.”

Hearing‌‌ that, Perda decided‍⁠⁠ to give up.‍‌

She‌​​ normally respected almost‌⁠⁠ all his decisions,‌ so using the​ word “firmly” meant​‌ the matter held⁠ great importance among‍ dragons.

“Then‍ we will have‌​ to give it‌‍‌ another name.”

“That‍⁠ is why I held a proposal​‌ gathering.”

As‍ though she had‍ been waiting for⁠⁠‍ that moment, Isabella‌⁠ pulled out some⁠‍​ documents and handed‍ them to him.‌​‌

“Many⁠⁠ interesting names were‍‌ proposed, but in‌‌⁠ the end two⁠ finalists remained. One‍ is Diarine, for⁠ being the front‌⁠‌ against the demonic​ lands. The other‍ is Alterios, because⁠‍ it resembles a light illuminating the‌‌⁠ darkness. What do⁠‌ you think?”

Diarine‌‍⁠ and Alterios.

“Diarine​⁠⁠ sounds too gloomy,⁠‍​ and Alterios seems‌‌ connected to the‌ Church of Alte.”​‌

“Indeed,‌⁠ that was part‌​ of the intention.‍ Ninety percent of​⁠​ the Empire believes‌‍​ in Alte, so‌‌⁠ it would be‍‍‍ beneficial.”

A strategy to attract‌ more immigrants.

It⁠‌ would have strategic⁠ advantages, but Perda‌‍ did not want​​ to become too​‌ involved with the‍‍ Church of Alte.⁠​

He‍​ had already experienced‌​⁠ enough unpleasant things​‍ involving them.

The⁠‍ Church of Alte‍⁠ showed no mercy‌ toward heretics.

When‍​‌ they discovered he‍​ possessed a Red‌ Circle and an‍‍ affinity for darkness,‌‍ they had practically‌ wanted to kill‍‌ him.

That⁠‌ was why he​‌ preferred a name⁠‍ that did not⁠ evoke Alte.

What‌​​ would be a good name?

Suddenly,‌ he remembered something.‌​⁠

“That⁠‌‌ time, what was‍‍⁠ the name of​​‍ the project underway​‌‌ to save my⁠ fiancée?”

“Project​‌ Hestia?”

“Hestia…”‍​

It⁠ was the name‌‌​ of a woman‌‍‍ who, since ancient​ times, protected fire.‍

Nowadays‌‌​ she was barely​‍⁠ a forgotten figure‌ in history lessons.‍

The‍ woman who protected​ fire.

Not​‍ bad.

“What​ about Hestia?”

“Personally‌‍⁠ I would prefer‌‍‍ something heavier and⁠ more solemn, but‌ this is not‌ bad either. I will have it​ implemented.”

Perda‌​ repeated the name​ several times.

Hestia.‌⁠ Hestia…

It⁠ sounded good, and‌‌​ he also liked‌ its meaning.

Valdrova​ was the owner⁠⁠‌ of fire and​‍ strength.

And​⁠⁠ this would be⁠‍ a city for‍‍‍ those who protected‌⁠ the fire, a bastion.

‘So⁠ I’ll have to​⁠⁠ squeeze that armored​ knight for everything⁠ he’s worth.’

Until⁠‍ he changed his‍ mind, Perda would‌ take advantage of​​​ everything he could.‌⁠

That⁠‌ was Perda’s will.‌​

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