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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 84: Discord

Chapter 84: Discord

Mornings⁠‌‍ in Count Consilus’s‍‌ territory began with‌‌‌ military songs during‌‌ the morning run.​⁠‍

“Hey!⁠⁠⁠ Hey!”

“One,⁠⁠‌ two! One, two!⁠​ Start the song!”⁠​‌

“Look,​‌‍ we have arrived!”‍‌

“Louder!”‌⁠⁠

“Advance!​⁠​ Advance! The final‌ defensive line! There’s​‍⁠ nowhere left to‍‍‍ retreat! Use your‌ wife as a shield and advance‍‍ again today! Advance!⁠ Advance! If we⁠ become heroes, we’ll⁠ go find a new wife!”

The⁠​​ marching song echoed⁠⁠ as they ran‌‌ laps around the​‌ castle.

They‍‍ ran every morning‍‍‌ along the walls,​​ but the difficulty‍ varied enormously depending‍‌ on who led‍ the training.

And‍​ among all of​‌‌ them, Arwen was‌‌ the strictest of​‌‍ the strict.

‘Damn‍‍​ it, why can’t‌​ we just run‍ half a lap‌‍ and be done⁠ with it?’

‘Every​ time this knight​‍⁠ is on duty⁠ it’s suffering.’

Not⁠‌⁠ only did they⁠‌⁠ have to keep‌ singing while running,‍ but the route‍⁠ full of slopes⁠ was already difficult‍⁠‍ on its own,⁠​‌ and on top​ of that, using​⁠ patrols as an‍‌⁠ excuse, he added⁠‍ extra routes and⁠ remote corners, making⁠‍ the distance easily‌‍⁠ exceed two full​ laps.

“Good‌​‍ work, soldiers! Go‌​ eat breakfast and‍⁠​ prepare for the‌⁠⁠ morning duties!”

“Eeh…”‌

“That​ voice has no​​‍ spirit. Do you​‍ want another lap?”‍‍

“No,​ sir!”

“Then‌​‍ disperse at the​⁠‌ speed of light!‍ If I catch‍​‍ you, there’ll be⁠ another lap!”

Fearing⁠‍‌ he was serious,‌‌‌ the soldiers hurriedly‍ scattered.

As‌‍ Arwen wiped away‌ his sweat with​⁠ a towel, the​‍ gate guard approached​ and saluted him.‌‌

“Loyalty.⁠​ Officer of the⁠⁠​ watch, you’ve worked‍⁠⁠ hard.”

“What‍⁠‍ is it?”

“Well…‍⁠ he says he’s‍ a knight from‌ Castle Valdrova and‌‌‌ wishes to see‌ you.”

Castle​‌‍ Valdrova.

There​ were only two​‌​ knights there.

And​‌‌ among them, there‍ was only one​‌ who would come​‍ looking for him.⁠‌‌

Arwen‌‌​ frowned reflexively.

“Where‍‌ is he now?”‌‌

“Hey,⁠ Arwen!”

“No,​​‍ I already see‌⁠ him.”

There‍⁠​ was no need​‌ to ask.

That‍‌ man was already⁠‍ approaching while waving​‍⁠ his hand.

Arwen‍‍⁠ wiped his face⁠‍ with the towel‍​​ while looking at‍‌ the man.

Brown⁠‍ hair and delicate⁠⁠ features.

“It‌​ has been a while, Sir Zed.”‌

“Ah,‌‌ yeah, quite a while. Everything good?”⁠‍

“I⁠⁠ didn’t expect to‌​ see you here.​⁠⁠ What brings you?”​‌‍

“Nothing​⁠ special. I came‌‌ because I wanted‌‌ to be put​⁠‍ through that knight‌ training thing.”

“Knight​‌ training?”

Arwen’s‍⁠‌ eyes widened at​ that request.

“Why?‍ Can’t nepotism knights⁠‍⁠ do it?”

“It’s‌ not that they​‌ can’t. In fact,‌ they’re the ones⁠ who need training​​ the most. I just never imagined⁠‍ you would want⁠ it…”

“Yeah,​ I know. I never thought I’d‍⁠ end up like⁠⁠ this either.”

Zed‍ scratched his head​‍ as he admitted‌‌‌ it casually.

Seeing​‍ him like that,⁠​‌ Arwen began to⁠​ worry.

Didn’t⁠ people say that‍⁠ when someone starts‌‍‍ doing things they‍‍​ never used to​​ do, it means​ they’re about to‌⁠‍ die?

“Did​ something happen?”

“You‍‌‍ know about the​ wolf monsters that​ appeared in Hallim,​‍‍ right?”

“Yes.‌​ I heard the‍‌⁠ regent performed greatly‍‌⁠ there. The whole‌‍ Empire is talking‌‍ about it.”

There‍ were two main‍⁠‌ reasons for all‌ the commotion.

The​‌⁠ first was that‍⁠ seven wolf monsters‌⁠ had appeared inside‍⁠ the city.

The‍ second was that⁠⁠‍ despite that, there‍‌ wasn’t a single​ fatality.

“I​⁠‍ heard you also‍‍​ stood out there.‌⁠​ They say you​​ moved like a sylph, mocking the‌ enemies while buying​ time.”

“Mocking​⁠⁠ them? Bullshit. If​​ I made one⁠‌ mistake, I died.‍‍ I was scared‌​‍ shitless.”

“Then⁠‌⁠ what’s the problem?⁠​ Valdrova’s name gained⁠‌ fame, and you⁠ got a good⁠ story for picking​‍‍ up women, didn’t​ you?”

That⁠ was the image‍ Arwen had of​‌ Zed.

Being⁠​‍ a knight was​‌ the perfect profession​​ for lying, and​⁠‌ with one exaggerated‍⁠ heroic story, conquering⁠⁠‌ young noblewomen was‌‍ practically as easy​ as eating bread.⁠‍

“When‌⁠ that wolf bastard​‍ lunged at the⁠ regent, I stepped‌ in front.”

“It‍‌‌ went for the‌ regent, you blocked⁠‍​ it, and then?”​

“Well,‌⁠‍ I couldn’t stop‍‌⁠ it. The moment⁠​ I hit it,‌ my body got​​​ sent flying. Like⁠⁠⁠ a wooden plank.”‍‍

After‌‍‍ hearing that, Arwen⁠​‌ shrugged.

“That‌‌​ was inevitable. Not⁠‌ even most knights⁠‍‍ can withstand a monster’s attack head-on.”‌‌

“And‌​⁠ you?”

“I⁠ can.”

“That’s⁠ exactly the problem.​‍‍ Others can and‌ I can’t, right?”‍⁠‌

“I‌ received formal training‍​​ and was carefully‍ selected as a knight. You can’t​ compare me to⁠‌ an ordinary person.”‌‌

Arwen⁠‌ said it trying⁠‍‌ to comfort him,‍‌‍ but Zed merely​ frowned as though‍ regretting asking.

“So‌‍ what you want‍​‌ is strength to‌⁠ stop enemies in⁠‌ a frontal confrontation?”‌

“Even‍​​ if it’s not⁠ frontal, I want⁠‍ to gain something⁠​ that lets me‌​⁠ actually do something‌ in situations like⁠⁠ that.”

“You⁠ mean swordsmanship or‍ defensive techniques, right?”⁠⁠

“Yeah.”⁠

“I​ can teach you,⁠‍ but how old​​ are you, Zed?”‍

“Twenty-seven.‌​ Soon twenty-eight.”

“Then⁠​‌ it’s already fairly⁠‍‌ late to start‍​‍ training.”

“I’ve​ trained my body⁠​​ for years. I also fought quite⁠‍‍ a bit as⁠ a mercenary.”

Arwen​​⁠ knew well that​​⁠ Zed had combat‍⁠ skill.

He‌ had watched him⁠⁠ during the rescue‍‌​ operation for the​​ Director of Escolleia.‌‌‌

“It’s‌‍ not simply a matter of training‍ the body. Enduring⁠⁠ attacks from creatures​⁠ like monsters belongs‌‍‌ to the domain‌‍⁠ of aura. It⁠​ requires years of​⁠ constant training for⁠‌ that, and you’re‌ already at a difficult age to‍ comprehend and adapt‍⁠​ to those kinds‍‌⁠ of techniques.”

“Aura…⁠ you mean this?”​‌

Zed⁠ clenched his fist⁠‍​ and concentrated all⁠ his strength.

A bluish light began‌​ wavering around the​ surface of his⁠‍ body.

Arwen‌‍ was surprised when⁠⁠​ he saw it.‍‌‍

Although⁠‌ it was unstable⁠⁠‌ and burst out‌ like uncontrolled solar‌​‌ flares, that was,⁠‍ without question, aura.​‌‍

“How‍⁠ can you use‌‌ it?”

“I‌​‍ told you I was a mercenary.‍‌‌ You meet all‍ kinds of people‍‍⁠ there. So, can‍⁠‌ I or not?”​‌

“If⁠ you undergo aura‌‌ correction and train,‍ it should work.‌ Simply being able‌ to externalize it‍ already means you’ve‌ completed half the​ journey.”

Arwen​‌‍ spoke firmly.

“Even‌⁠‍ so, it’ll be‍ hard. Everyone has⁠ habits, and the​ more rigid the​ mind is, the‍ harder it becomes‍‍​ to correct them.⁠‍ In the worst-case‌‍‍ scenario…”

He⁠‌ paused, emphasizing the‌ gravity of his‌ words even more.⁠‍

“You‍ could end up‍ becoming a cripple‍ incapable of even‌‍ holding a sword.”⁠‌

Becoming​⁠ an invalid was​‍ a truly miserable⁠ ending.

For‍​‌ someone like Zed,‌‌‌ who lived clinging​⁠ to the present,​‍ the terror of​ becoming a living⁠‌‌ corpse was not​‍ something he could‌​⁠ take lightly.

“I’m⁠ already prepared for‌ that.”

Zed​ answered immediately as‌ if it were⁠ nothing.

“Is‍‍​ it really worth​ going that far?”‍‌

“I‍‌ don’t want to‍⁠ feel like that‌⁠​ again when the​​​ time comes to​‍ protect something.”

Only⁠⁠​ then did Arwen‍ see what lived⁠‍‌ inside Zed’s eyes.⁠⁠⁠

Regret⁠​‍ born from helplessness.‌‌

It‌​‍ wasn’t simply that‍‌‌ he had failed​​ to protect Perda.‌ There was something​ deeper behind it.⁠

Hearing⁠‍ that, Arwen smiled.​‌

Zed‌‌⁠ frowned at that‌‌ smile.

“And‌‍⁠ what the hell‌‌⁠ are you laughing⁠ at?”

“Nothing.​​ Then we’ll start‍​ with some light‍⁠ physical training.”

“What⁠‍ kind of bullshit‍⁠‌ physical training—?”

“Let’s‍‍ do a simple⁠‌ five laps around‌‍ the castle and‍‍​ think about it​ afterward!”

“Five⁠⁠‌ laps!?”

“To​⁠ become a knight‍⁠ under Count Consilus,‌‍‌ you need at⁠‌⁠ least that level‌ of stamina. Besides,‍ we can’t spend⁠ entire years on⁠​‌ this, right?”

“No,​⁠⁠ well, that’s true,​​​ but—.”

“Then⁠​‌ let’s run.”

Arwen‌⁠​ started running, and​ Zed followed behind‍‍‌ him.

Maybe‌⁠⁠ he could end‍⁠ up growing close​​‍ to this man.⁠‌⁠

“Ah,‌​ Zed-ssi. Could you⁠‌ help me with​‍​ something after training?”⁠‍‍

“With​ what?”

“I⁠⁠​ have to write⁠ a letter, but⁠ my head can’t⁠​ come up with⁠⁠ a single decent​‌​ sentence. I thought⁠​ that with your⁠‍​ talent, maybe something‍‌ could come out…”‍⁠⁠

“And‌ what use would‌ my writing be…?”‍

Zed‍‍⁠ left the sentence‌‍⁠ unfinished as he‍ realized something.

“Don’t⁠ tell me it’s​ the girl who‍⁠​ was staring at​ you so intensely‍​​ during the Grand​⁠ Council?”

Arwen​​​ turned to look‌‌ at him.

His‍‌​ face clearly said,​​ “How the hell‍ did you know⁠​⁠ that?”

“Yes,⁠‍ well…”

“So​ all that knightly​‍ honor and all​⁠‍ that bullshit, but‍‍⁠ in the end‍ you’re a man​ too! Since when​‌ have you been‍ writing to each‌ other?”

“I⁠‌ received a letter⁠ three days ago.​⁠ It said she⁠​ liked seeing me‌ serve in the⁠⁠‍ Far East.”

“That‌⁠ means she likes​ you. I’ll help‌‌​ you all you​⁠⁠ want. Just say‍ the word. I can even teach‍ you perfectly how‍⁠ to pick up‍ women using wolf⁠‌ monster stories.”

“Yes,​ tha— wait a moment, wolf monsters?”‍

“Yeah,⁠ wolf monsters.”

“Didn’t⁠‌‌ that happen recently?”‌​

“That’s‌​‍ right.”

Arwen​⁠⁠ blinked.

“And⁠‌⁠ even while being​ so tormented, you⁠​ still had the‌⁠ energy to chase‌‍ women?”

“Ah,⁠‍​ well…”

In‍​ truth, Zed did⁠‍‌ not want to​ do it either.​‍

But​ there was an‍⁠⁠ unavoidable reason.

“Why!?‌ Why aren’t you⁠‍‍ going to do⁠⁠‌ it!? You promised⁠ you would! You⁠ said that since​‍ I used magic,‌‍​ you’d let me‌ absorb your energy!⁠​ Harem buffet! You‌​ promisedddddd! Liar! Liar!”‍​

Penelope​‌ was hitting his⁠‍‍ head with a pillow while making⁠ a scene, demanding‍‌ what she considered‌​‌ an entirely legitimate‌ claim.

Since⁠⁠ he did not‍‌‌ want to explain‍⁠‌ that whole process,‌‍‍ Zed answered briefly.​‌​

“There​‌ are things a man has to​⁠‌ do.”

“…….”‌

“You⁠​​ have to eat,​ right?”

“……Ten‌ laps.”

“What?‌‍ Why!?”

***‍

Stephan​⁠‍ returned.

The‌ joy from the​​‍ successful business lasted‍⁠‌ only briefly, because‍‍ inside the carriage,‍ his mood became⁠⁠⁠ unsettled again.

Perda’s‍​ words continued echoing⁠​ in his ears.​

— Then you have⁠‌ no value.

Did‍ he have no⁠‍‌ value if he‍ did not obtain​​‌ the Pascal Trading⁠‍‍ Company?

Was‍ the only reason⁠ Perda recruited him‍‌‌ the value of⁠‍ the company?

If‌​ he became independent,‌‌ he could grow​ perfectly well.

And​ not just any‍⁠ growth, but explosive‌⁠ growth.

Perda⁠⁠ had been regent​‌‍ for less than‍ a year.

And⁠ his economic knowledge‍⁠ barely scratched the‍ surface.

It⁠‍⁠ was impossible for​‌ someone like that‌‍ to understand how‍‌ aggressive and revolutionary‌⁠⁠ this strategy was.​⁠‍

The⁠ Pascal Company would​​ look like nothing‌⁠ more than a turnip growing in​​ a field compared‍‍ to what they‍‌ could achieve.

‘And‌​​ what’s the point‌ of explaining it?’​‌

Stephan⁠⁠ wanted to at⁠ least breathe a little.

He​​ wanted to sit‌ at his desk⁠ and relax, if​⁠‌ only for a moment.

“You’ve‌ returned?”

“Yes,‌ I’m back. But‌⁠⁠ why is the⁠ atmosphere so tense?”⁠⁠⁠

“It’s⁠ because he came…”​‌​

“Me?‍‍ Because I came,⁠ everyone’s this tense…?”⁠⁠‌

“No,⁠‍‌ not you, division‌⁠ chief…”

Only⁠‌​ then did he‌​‍ understand.

Who​ could create such‌ a heavy atmosphere.‌​

“M-my⁠⁠‍ brother?”

The‍​ secretary nodded slightly.⁠‍‍

The‌‌‍ moment he understood,⁠ Stephan also began​⁠‍ to tense up.‍

Everything⁠‌‌ that happened in​ Hallim had already⁠ been reported, and​‌ his brother surely⁠​ understood the situation​‌‌ perfectly.

“……Couldn’t‌​ you tell him‍​ I had to‌​​ go somewhere else?”‍‍

“We​‌ can’t.”

“No,‌‍ then at least​ let me change‍‌ clothes or something‍ before seeing him…”​

“Division‌ chief.”

The‍‌ secretary grabbed Stephan’s​ shoulder as he‍‌‍ nervously babbled.

“You‍‌ must go.”

The⁠‌‍ last thing Stephan⁠​‌ wanted was to​​‌ do exactly that.‍⁠

But‌​ he still dragged‍ his feet toward​ the stairs.

He​ opened the door​ cautiously, as though‍ entering an execution⁠‍‍ chamber.

Sitting​ in front of‍ his desk was​‍‌ a very familiar⁠​ muscular man.

“Stephan?⁠‌ Long time no‍‍ see.”

That​ man greeting him⁠‌​ like a thug‍‍‌ was Merchit Pascal,​⁠ Stephan’s older brother.​​​

The‍‌ muscles in his​‍ arms looked as‌⁠ though they were‌⁠ about to tear‍‍ through the silk​ of his clothes.‌

Stephan​ swallowed nervously.

“It’s‌⁠​ been a long​‍ time… hyung-nim.”

“What’s⁠⁠‌ with the hyung-nim?⁠ Call me hyung,‍‌ idiot. More than‍⁠‍ a hundred bastards​‍ call me hyung-nim,‌‍ so among blood​​​ of the same​‌ family we should‍ be closer, don’t⁠ you think?”

“……No,⁠⁠​ hyung-nim. How could​ I…?”

“What⁠ a suffocating guy.”​

Merchit⁠​⁠ smiled mockingly as​‌ he spoke.

“I‍⁠⁠ heard you went⁠‌ to Hallim.”

“Yes.”​

“Why?”​‍

“There⁠⁠ was an exhibition⁠⁠ in the Far⁠ East, and I went to support⁠​ it.”

“Wasn’t‍‍​ that the place​ Father said we​‍ should stay away‌‍​ from? You’re still⁠⁠⁠ clinging to that?”​‌

“Yes.​‍ It has enough⁠‌ commercial value to‍​ invest in.”

“So​⁠ you’re saying your​ eye for business⁠‌​ is better than⁠‌⁠ Father’s?”

“How‍‌ could I dare⁠‌⁠ insult Father…?”

“You⁠ still have no‍​ backbone, damn it.‍⁠‌ Just speak clearly⁠‌‍ already. Don’t be‍‍ so damn frustrating.”‌‍​

Bang!​

Merchit​ slammed the desk⁠‍ violently.

A desk that would⁠⁠ not move even‌‍‍ under mountains of⁠⁠ documents cracked from‍‌ a single blow.​‍

Merchit‍ looked at the‍ crack and scratched‌‌⁠ his head.

“Ah,‍‌⁠ shit. I hit‌⁠ it too hard.‍​ I’ll pay for‌⁠ it later. Anyway,‍‌ I heard everything.‌⁠⁠ So you even⁠⁠‌ opened trade with‍‌‍ Lord Ahmad in‍‍‌ Hallim?”

“Yes.”‍

“You‌​ know I’ve been‌‍‌ working that region‍​ for years, right?”‍‍

“Yes,⁠⁠⁠ I know.”

“And​ even knowing your​ hyung was conquering‍​​ the south, you​ tried to swallow​‍ everything for yourself?⁠ That juicy piece?”‍‌

Stephan⁠ hurriedly tried to‌‍‌ justify himself.

“That‌‌ wasn’t my intention.”⁠​‍

“But‍⁠⁠ you still accepted⁠‍ it knowing everything.”⁠‌

“I‌ had no reason⁠⁠ to refuse. Besides,‍ this agreement was‍​ directed and achieved​‌‍ by Regent Perda.”‌

“Sure,⁠ and since I was sitting around‌‍⁠ doing nothing, I have no connection‌‍ to it whatsoever,⁠‌⁠ right?”

“It’s​ not that you‌ have no connection,‌‍‌ but…”

His‍⁠⁠ voice faded.

Merchit​ looked at him‌ in disgust before​​‌ sighing.

“Well,‌‍‌ what can you​‍‌ do? It’s not⁠‌ good for family​‍ to tear each‌⁠ other apart either.”​‍‌

Would⁠⁠​ the conversation end⁠ there?

Unfortunately,⁠​​ that wish would⁠‍⁠ not come true.​​

“Your‌⁠⁠ hyung isn’t asking‍ for much. I just want to⁠‌‍ share the trade‍‌‍ of goods circulating⁠‌ through Hallim. That⁠ shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“Share…?⁠‍​ You mean putting⁠⁠‍ it under both⁠ our names?”

“Yeah.‍⁠​ In the end,‌⁠ it’s business for‌⁠⁠ the same family.⁠‌ You can grant⁠‍‍ me that much,‍‌‌ right?”

The​‍ road to Hallim‌​‌ was a road‍⁠ to a gold‍‍‍ mine.

Even​‌‌ if they split​⁠‍ it between two​​ people, both could‌‌ sit atop mountains⁠⁠ of money.

Step​⁠​ back a little.⁠⁠

Give⁠​ a little.

However.‌⁠

For‌‍ some reason, Stephan​‍‌ no longer wanted​ to do that.‍⁠⁠

“That…”‍

Stephan‍​‌ opened his mouth.⁠​⁠

And‍ what came out‍ was the first⁠ shot announcing war.‍‌

“It’s‍⁠​ my business.”

Merchit’s​‌​ face completely hardened.‌

“Hey,⁠‌‌ Stephan.”

“Yes.”⁠

“So​​ what you’re saying‍ is that you‌‍ won’t even lend‌ the road or​ the carriages to⁠​⁠ your hyung, is⁠⁠ that it?”

It⁠‌ felt as though‌ a tiger were‌ staring directly at⁠ him.

Stephan’s‍‌ legs began to‍ tremble.

Merchit⁠‌ never hesitated to​‌ use violence.

And‌​‌ once he started,‍‍‍ he did not‌ stop until he‌‌ broke something.

Stephan​⁠ had always been⁠‌ the target of‌ that violence, which⁠ was why the​​‌ fear was deeply⁠ engraved into him.⁠‍

But‌‍ there was something⁠‌ even greater than​ that fear.

‘Losing​ his trust…’

The⁠‌⁠ trust of Perda,​​⁠ who believed in‍‍ him as a merchant without questioning⁠ him.

He‌ had already disappointed​ him once by‌ backing down from‍‍‌ the succession struggle.‍‍‍

And⁠‍ back then, Perda‌‍ had told him⁠ this.

That​‌‍ abandoning even what⁠‌⁠ you already possessed‌ just to settle‌‍ for less was​⁠ what ordinary merchants​ did.

Compromise.​⁠⁠

Compromise‍‌‌ is a useful​‍‌ tool for mediating​‍⁠ conflict.

But​‍​ only now did​ Stephan understand what​ kind of compromise‍​⁠ Perda had meant.‌

It⁠‌ was exactly this.⁠‌‍

Like‍⁠‍ a camel first‌‍ sticking its head​⁠ in and eventually‍‍‍ taking over the⁠‌‌ entire tent.

People​‍​ who do not⁠​‌ stop until they‌ take everything from⁠​​ you.

Stephan‌ could no longer⁠‌‍ disappoint someone who‌‌ trusted him.

‘And​⁠⁠ not myself either…’‌‍

That‍ was why he‌​ stepped forward.

“As​‍ for Hallim… I’ll⁠‌⁠ monopolize it myself.”‍‍

“…….”‌​

Merchit​‌ stood up.

He​ was already intimidating‍‌ while seated, but‍‌ standing made his‍⁠​ presence overwhelming.

Stephan⁠ felt as though‍ that fist could​⁠‌ bury itself into​‍​ his stomach at‍ any moment.

“Fine.‌ If that’s your‍ decision, then so​⁠⁠ be it.”

“…….”‌‍

“But​‌ if you’re not​⁠​ going to consider⁠ our situation, then‍ we won’t consider​ yours anymore either.”⁠​

Merchit⁠ walked past Stephan​ and patted him​ on the shoulder.‌⁠⁠

“Let’s⁠​ see how long​ you survive without⁠⁠ me.”

And‍⁠‌ then he left⁠​‌ the room.

The‌‌⁠ moment Stephan realized⁠ that storm had​​‍ passed, the strength​ left his legs.‍​

It⁠ was the first‌⁠ time.

The​ first time he​ had stood against‌⁠ that terrifying, untouchable‌‌ brother.

“Huff……”⁠‍⁠

Perda‌ had promised Stephan⁠‌ that he would‍ make him the​‌ owner of the​ Pascal Company.

What​ did one need​ to become an‌‍⁠ owner?

Herman⁠⁠ Pascal’s seal of⁠‌⁠ approval?

Or‌ more money and​⁠​ connections than them?‌⁠

The​‍ most important thing‍​​ was—

‘Having‌ the heart of‍​ an owner.’

The​ ability to protect‌​⁠ what was yours.‍

The‌‌‌ ability to assert​‌ your rights without​ yielding to outside‌ pressure.

That‍⁠ was why Stephan‌​⁠ spoke with difficulty.‍‍​

“I‌‍ did the right​‌ thing.”

Even​⁠ if it meant‌ opening a path⁠ covered in painful‍‍‍ thorns…

That⁠ was what he‍‍ believed.

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