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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 85: Sabotage

Chapter 85: Sabotage

Even⁠ in an era​⁠ that sings of​​ peace, war never‍ changes.

Some​‌⁠ fight to obtain‌⁠‌ what they do⁠⁠⁠ not have.

Others​‍⁠ fight to protect‍‍ what they already‌​⁠ possess.

Person‍⁠⁠ against person.

Group⁠​ against group.

Nation⁠‍ against nation.

The‌ victors obtain everything,‍​⁠ and the defeated‍ lose even more​‍ than that.

The​ same happened to‌⁠⁠ that small peaceful‌⁠ village devoted to‌​‌ wheat farming.

Without‌‌‍ even being able​ to taste the‌‍ golden flavor of‍‍ autumn, they ended​‍‌ up becoming refugees‌‌⁠ forced to wander⁠⁠ through the wilderness.​⁠

In​ the middle of⁠⁠ a plain where‍ an icy wind⁠ blew, they huddled‍​ together sharing body⁠‍ heat to survive‍ the winter.

When‍ they saw the⁠ three men sent‌ as emissaries return,‍‌‌ they welcomed them⁠‌ joyfully.

But‍⁠ that joy did​‌⁠ not last long.​

There​ was no hope​ on their faces.‍

“It​‌‍ seems that village⁠​‍ won’t work either.”‌​‌

“They‌‍​ say they don’t⁠ have food either?”​

“Well,​⁠‍ it was obvious,‍​⁠ wasn’t it? It⁠‍⁠ looks like they​​ themselves will barely‌ survive the winter.”‌

Winter⁠ makes people’s hearts⁠⁠​ cruel.

After⁠​‍ the abundance of‍‍‌ autumn, only a ruthless period of‍⁠‍ endurance remains, and⁠​‌ to overcome that‍​ cruelty, people inevitably​⁠ become selfish.

In​‌ such a situation,⁠‌ for those who⁠ had become refugees,‌​‌ the only thing⁠‌ waiting for them‍​​ was practically death.⁠‌

“Those‌‍‍ damned bastards. If‍ they’re humans and​‌ believers of Alte‌‍‍ like us, they‌‌​ could at least‌​ share a little‌ food…”

“May⁠ the light of⁠ judgment fall upon‌ those bastards…”

“That’s​​ enough.”

When‍⁠⁠ voices of resentment‍ toward the village‌⁠ began to rise,​⁠​ a man intervened.​

He​ wore half plate‍⁠‌ armor and was‌​‌ the only one‌‌ who possessed military​ equipment.

“They’re​ trying to survive⁠ too, what else⁠ can they do?‌⁠⁠ They probably don’t⁠‌ have enough food‌​ either. Lately the⁠⁠ Empire is a disaster and corrupt‌ officials are doing⁠​ whatever they want.”‍‍​

“Even⁠‌⁠ so, we have‌‌​ weapons. If we‌ had asked for​‍‍ at least a little…”

“Don’t​‍ be stupid. We​⁠‌ should be grateful‌‌ they let us‍‍ walk out of⁠ there alive.”

“Leave?‌​⁠ And where else​⁠⁠ are we supposed​‌ to go?”

Everyone​‌ looked toward the​​‌ vast plain.

The‍‍ winter land was‍​‌ dry and desolate.​⁠

The​‍ only thing left‍‍‍ for them was⁠⁠‌ death.

“How‌ about we go​​⁠ south? At least⁠‍ it’s warm there.”‌⁠​

Just‍⁠‌ as in the‌‍ far north there​‍ are lands of⁠‌ ice and frost⁠‍‌ giants, in the‌⁠ far south there​​⁠ are lands of‌‍ fire and lava⁠⁠ giants.

There‍ is no such‍‌ thing as a cold winter there.​‌

The‍ village chief shook‍ his head.

“That’s‌‌ not a good⁠​‍ idea. They say⁠‍​ the south is​‍ warm during the‍ day, but even​​‌ colder at night.‍ I heard many‍ people died after‌‍⁠ underestimating the temperature⁠⁠⁠ difference. And besides…”⁠

“Besides​​ what?”

“They⁠‍‌ say the southern‍​⁠ bandits wait precisely‌‌ for this season.”‍‌

They‍ would not be‌‍‍ the first refugees⁠⁠⁠ unable to endure⁠ the winter cold​‌ who tried to‌ cross southward.

The‍‍‍ bandits were surely​⁠ waiting to rob​‍ them of their‌ belongings or sell​​ them as slaves.‌‍‌

“Then‌⁠‌ what are we‌ supposed to do?⁠‌ Stay here waiting‍‍ for death?”

The​ refugees grew frustrated⁠ at the man’s‍⁠ attitude.

But‍ the village chief‌⁠ was equally desperate.​‍‌

His‌‍ duty was to⁠ become the light‍​ capable of finding⁠⁠⁠ the best option⁠ amid such terrible⁠‍ conditions.

After⁠​ thinking for about‌‌‍ three minutes, he⁠⁠ finally spoke.

“We’re‌ going to the​ Far East.”

Everyone​‍ was horrified by⁠ that decision.

“The‍ Far East? You‍⁠ mean the Demon‌ Land?”

“You‍ want to go⁠ to the place​⁠‌ where people can’t​‍‌ even live?”

The‌‌ man looked at‌ them while explaining.​‍‍

“They‍​ told me in‌‍ the village we​‍‌ visited recently. The​‌ Empire is looking‍‍⁠ for workers for‌ the Far East.‍‌ It seems the‌‌ regent there is‌⁠ building a village.​⁠ They say the‍⁠ pay is good⁠‍ and there are‌ enough places to‌​ sleep too. They​‍‍ probably have enough‍⁠​ food as well.​⁠‌ If we contribute,‍⁠​ they’ll likely accept‌ us as residents.”‌‍‌

“Even‌⁠ so, going to‍⁠ a land where​ monsters appear…”

Everyone⁠ hesitated while looking‌ at one another.​

The⁠‌ man let out‌‌​ a sigh.

Just​‍ moments ago they‍‌ had shown hope⁠ toward absurd options,‍ but now they⁠‍ became indecisive before‌‌⁠ a real possibility.⁠‌

The‍​‍ man asked them.‍​‍

“Then⁠ are you going‌‍‍ to stay here‍ waiting to die?”‌⁠

“…….”⁠

“Even‍ if we keep⁠ bothering other villages,​‌‌ it’ll be the​​‌ same. Unless we‌‌​ become thieves, we​ won’t be able⁠⁠‍ to buy food‌‍‌ with a few‍​ coins. And I refuse to become​‌‌ a beast wearing⁠‌ human skin. I won’t allow any​​ of you to​‌​ become that either.”⁠

“…….”⁠⁠​

“In​‌ the Far East‍⁠​ there will at‌‌⁠ least be work.‍ At minimum they’ll​​​ give us money​ to buy food‍‌ to survive today‍‍⁠ and a place⁠ to sleep. For​⁠ people standing on‌‌ the edge of​‌ death, that alone‌⁠ is more than⁠ enough, don’t you​​ think?”

Even‍​ though they felt‌​ rejection toward the​ Far East, nobody⁠⁠‍ could answer.

Just‍ as the man​‌ said, they had⁠‌ no other alternative.⁠‍‌

Become⁠ a band of⁠⁠ refugee thieves and‍​⁠ abandon their god?⁠‍‍

Or‌‌⁠ head toward a barren land in‌‌ search of a new hope?

Whether​​⁠ they died one‌ way or another,‍‍‌ they had to⁠⁠​ choose the place‌​‌ where at least‍​ a little more‍⁠⁠ hope remained.

***​⁠

Isabella‌ entered Perda’s office‌‍ and presented her‌⁠ report.

“I​‍ report that 30‌‌​ refugees have arrived⁠‍ from a village​​ called White Bridge.”‍

White⁠ Bridge.

A village located in​‍ the central-western region⁠ of the continent,⁠​ within the Duchy‌ of Yurei.

“This‍ is already the‍​ third group of⁠​ refugees from the‌​‍ Duchy of Yurei.‍ How much available​ labor do we‌​ have?”

“A‍‍ total of six⁠‍⁠ families arrived. There​‍​ are 15 people‍ fit for work,​‍‌ 1 elderly person,⁠ and 14 children.”‌⁠‌

“Are⁠⁠​ there any specialized‍⁠ workers?”

“White​‌⁠ Bridge was originally‍ a village near‌⁠​ a quarry. Some‌ of them are‍‌ stonemasons, so they​‌ possess construction knowledge.”‍⁠

“Stonemasons,⁠‍​ then they’ll be​⁠ useful. Understood. How​ many more people‌‍ can we receive?”‌

“According​ to what I confirmed…”

Isabella‌‌ checked some documents⁠‌‍ before responding.

“We‍⁠‌ will be able‍‌‍ to accept around⁠⁠ 300 more people.”​⁠

“There⁠​ are many buildings.”‌⁠‌

“An‍⁠‌ enormous amount. Under‍ normal circumstances, with‌‌ this number of‌⁠⁠ refugees, at least‌ half of them‍‍ would have had⁠‌‌ to live in⁠‍ tents.”

Perda‍ rose from his​⁠ seat and walked⁠‍ toward the balcony.⁠‌‍

When‍​‌ he fully opened‌ the doors, the‍ freezing wind rushed‌ in as if‌‍‍ it had been​‌​ waiting for that⁠⁠‍ moment.

The​ dry and cold​‍ air licked the​​ remaining moisture on⁠ Perda’s face.

He‌‌​ could clearly feel‍ it piercing through‌⁠ his skin.

The‌⁠ season of death‍ was slowly approaching.‌

‘And⁠​ the refugees keep⁠‌​ increasing as well.’‍‌​

The​⁠​ season when the‌⁠⁠ most refugees appear⁠ and the most⁠‍ people die.

And⁠‍ for the Far​ East, where population⁠ was scarce, that⁠‌⁠ was also an‍​ opportunity.

Perda​‌​ looked down from​‌ the balcony of‌‍ his office.

In‍ a place where​ only dry branches⁠ and thorny fields‌​ should have been⁠‌​ visible before, open‌ plains and buildings⁠⁠‍ now stretched out.‌

Where⁠‌​ there had once‌ only been disordered⁠​ forests, inhabited homes⁠ could now be‌‌⁠ seen.

And​ he could also⁠ see the thirty‌⁠ newly arrived refugees‌ gathered around a brazier.

With‌ Perda’s approval, officials‌ distributed relief supplies‍‌⁠ before them.

Tears⁠​ of emotion ran‌ down those faces‍⁠ gaunt from hunger,​ and smiles of‍‍‍ joy bloomed there.​

Thus,‍ in an instant,⁠‌ three hundred people‌ had formed a population and this‌ had become a village.

‘It’s⁠‌⁠ becoming something worthy​ of its name.’‌

Hestia.‌

The​‌‌ woman who protects⁠ the fire.

The⁠ name of the⁠ city that had‍ overwhelmingly surpassed every​‍⁠ option proposed by⁠‌‌ Isabella.

Twenty‌ buildings had already⁠⁠ been constructed, and​‍⁠ the structures originally​​ created as public‌⁠ spaces were beginning⁠​⁠ to transform into‍‍‍ shops and inns,‍‍ slowly forming a commercial district.

And⁠‌ that had been‌ made possible thanks‌‍ to several favorable​ factors.

‘The‍ support from the‍ south was the⁠‍‌ most important.’

When⁠‍​ he first heard​ that Hallim would‍​ support them, he‍​‍ did not expect​‍‍ much.

After‍⁠​ all, “support” normally⁠⁠⁠ only consisted of‍ placing a tiny‌‍‍ spoon on top‍ of the plate‌ and adding an‌ elegant line to​​⁠ a résumé that⁠ some bard would⁠‌‍ later sing about.‌

However,​ when Hallim’s delegation⁠ arrived, he was⁠ able to see‍ just how sincere⁠⁠ they were.

Hundreds⁠‍​ of workers, endless‍‌‌ lines of construction⁠‍‍ materials, and even⁠​ elephants.

It‍⁠ was a completely‌‌ different scale from‍‍ the support provided⁠​ by the Pascal‌⁠ Company.

‘Did‍‍‌ Isabella say it‌⁠‌ was terrifying to​ imagine what they‍‌‍ would ask for​ in return?’

Even‍‌‍ Isabella, who normally⁠‍ handled everything with⁠​ absolute calm, had‍⁠​ said something like‍‍ that, so he⁠ could imagine the⁠​​ level of support‌⁠​ they were receiving.‌‌⁠

In​‌⁠ any case, using‌​ the materials brought⁠⁠ from the south,​ they quickly began​⁠ erecting buildings in‌⁠​ Hallim’s architectural style.⁠‌

In⁠‍ barely two weeks‍​ they constructed accommodations‌‍ for delegations, commercial⁠‍⁠ stalls, and more​‌ than ten new⁠‍ buildings.

‘And​ besides that, of​‌ course…’

There⁠⁠‍ was a place⁠ where enormous piles​ of logs floated‌ in the air.‌

Watching​ carefully, one could​⁠ see the sturdy​‍ figure of a man among them.‌⁠‍

That‌​ fellow dressed in‍‍‌ armor, completely out‍​‍ of place at⁠ a construction site.‍‌

Whoever‌‌​ he was, he​‍‌ was undoubtedly the​​ greatest contributor.

‘Who‌‍ the hell are⁠‌ you?’

He​ would suddenly appear,​ carry ten logs‍ at the same⁠​ time, and disappear‌⁠‌ swiftly.

Perda​‌ had even considered⁠⁠​ offering rewards to‍‌⁠ anyone who managed‌‍‌ to see beneath​ that helmet, but‌ nobody had ever‍​ seen the inside‍ of the armor.​⁠

When​‍‍ the work ended,⁠​ he disappeared immediately.⁠‍

Sometimes⁠ he did not⁠‌ even show up,‍​ and other times​⁠‌ he left the‍ construction site halfway‌‌⁠ through the day⁠‌‍ and ran off⁠ somewhere, but even‍‌ so he always⁠ did more work‌ than the money‌⁠⁠ he received justified.‌‌

‘The‍⁠⁠ obligation of one‌‍ who possesses power…?’‍‌

Service⁠ toward the weak.‌​‌

People‍‌‌ even praised his​ conduct, saying he‍⁠ possessed a noble⁠ knightly spirit even‍ while performing simple‌ physical labor.

‘He’s‌ probably just trying⁠ to obtain a noble title.’

Thinking​​​ someone would act​​‌ like that out⁠‌⁠ of pure kindness⁠​ was foolish.

Perda‌⁠ was already preparing⁠ himself for the⁠⁠ demands that man⁠ would make equivalent​‌‍ to the value⁠​ of his services.‍

“Was‍‍ there anything else⁠‍ out of the‌‌ ordinary?”

“If​‍‍ we’re talking about⁠‌ unusual matters, it’s⁠​ not a serious‍‌⁠ problem yet, but​‍ there is something.”​⁠

“What‍ is it?”

“It⁠⁠‍ seems there were‍​ issues with the‌⁠ food and monster⁠⁠‍ supply line. Deliveries​‍⁠ are approximately four⁠⁠‌ days behind.”

Four‌ days.

Transportation⁠‌‍ was poor and‍⁠ mobility options were⁠​ limited.

But⁠ even so, that⁠‍‌ represented a major⁠ problem for Perda.‍

Perda​‌‍ had agreed with‌​‌ Stephan that all⁠‌ supplies for the‍ duchy would have​‌‍ absolute priority.

And‍​ “absolute priority” implied‌​⁠ strictly meeting delivery​⁠ dates.

It‍‍ was not a one-day delay, but⁠ four.

That‌​‌ meant something had‍ gone wrong with‌‌ the contract.

‘Stephan.’‌⁠

As⁠​‌ a merchant, he⁠‍ was an intelligent‌​ man.

He‍​ knew how to⁠ calculate well, and‌‍​ the strategies he‌‌⁠ proposed were not​ bad either.

‘But⁠​ that’s all.’

Stephan‌ had a passive​​ and conciliatory personality.‌⁠

And⁠‍⁠ for what Perda‍⁠ needed to build,​ that personality was‍​ a major obstacle.​

‘Should⁠‌⁠ I get rid⁠​​ of Stephan?’

Perda​⁠ had nothing to‌ lose.

Everything​ Stephan had invested​⁠ could be repaid‌​⁠ in treasures.

Moreover,‌​ Hallim was actively‌‌ driving the territory’s‌‌ growth, so partnering‍ directly with them​ was also a viable option.

And‌​ deep down, Hallim‌ was probably hoping⁠‌ for exactly that.‌‍‍

‘Getting​⁠⁠ rid of him⁠‌‌ would be easy.’​

While​‌ Perda reflected on‌​ that.

Knock,⁠‍ knock.

“Lord‌‍‌ Perda.”

Ruri‌​ called from outside.⁠‍​

“Stephan​​ Pascal wishes to⁠ see you.”

Speak​ of the tiger​‍ and he appears.‌​

“Let‌‌‌ him in.”

The⁠ door opened and​ a man entered​​⁠ the office.

It‍ was difficult to⁠‌ believe this was⁠⁠ the man Perda⁠ knew.

Stephan‌​‌ Pascal.

When‌ they first met,​ he had the‍ typical appearance of‌ a corporate heir,‌​‌ with a full‍ and elegant face.​‍

But‌ now there was‍⁠‌ no trace of​ that appearance left.​‍‌

He‍‍ looked like a refugee who had​‌⁠ not eaten properly​​​ in days.

Perda​⁠‌ immediately understood that‍‍‍ something serious had‌‌ happened.

“This​ is the first⁠‌‍ time we’ve seen‌⁠ each other since‍‌ the exhibition, Regent.”‍⁠‌

Perda‌ decided not to‍‌‌ react.

“We‍​‍ were just talking‌⁠⁠ about you.”

“It’s‌ because of the‌‌​ delayed supplies, right?​⁠ Yes, I apologize​ for that. And​ besides…”

It‍⁠ was difficult for​‌​ him to continue.‍​‍

“Our‌‍ relationship with the​‍​ Pascal Company should‌⁠‍ end here.”

It​‍‌ was a request​‌ to cancel the‌⁠⁠ contract.

Perda‌⁠ touched his face⁠⁠ upon hearing it.⁠‍⁠

No⁠​ matter how much‌‌⁠ he thought about⁠‍​ it, he did​‍‌ not understand.

He‌‍ himself had considered‌​ canceling the contract,⁠ but Stephan was‌⁠ not the one​ who should say⁠⁠‍ that first.

Perda⁠⁠​ only needed to​ secure a new‍ ally.

But​‍​ Stephan would lose​‌‍ absolutely everything.

It​ was an irrational​ decision.

That⁠⁠ was why Perda​ did not simply‍​⁠ answer, “Alright.”

“Why?”‍⁠‍

He⁠⁠ asked.

And‌​‍ Stephan answered.

“This⁠​ has already gone⁠​ beyond something I can handle.”

“What‌⁠ exactly are the‍‌ things you can‌⁠ handle?”

“The‍ things I’m capable⁠ of doing and​‌⁠ what I possess.”‍​

“What⁠ I expect from⁠‍​ you has not​ changed. Everything is‌ still the same.”‍⁠

“…….”‍

“The​​‌ only one who​⁠ changed here is‍​‍ you.”

Stephan‍‍​ could not answer.‍‌

Perda⁠ leaned his body⁠‍ forward.

“If‌​‍ your reasons are​‌ convincing, I’ll cancel‍ the contract whenever‌⁠ you want. So⁠‌ explain it to‍ me. What exactly‌‍⁠ happened?”

The⁠‍‌ words began to‍ forcefully spill from‍‍‍ Stephan’s mouth.

He​ told him what⁠ had happened during‌⁠ dinner with his‍​ father.

The‌⁠ conflict with his⁠⁠⁠ brothers related to​⁠⁠ Hallim.

And‍​ everything he had​‌ lost because of‌​ it.

Finally,⁠‌​ Perda was able‌​‍ to understand the‌ situation Stephan had⁠​ been hiding.

“So‌ Merchit became furious⁠‍ with you and​ you declared that‌⁠ you would monopolize​‍ everything related to‌⁠‍ Hallim.”

“……Yes.”‌⁠

“And‍‍ because of that,‍‍‌ all the mercenaries⁠‍​ protecting you disappeared‌‌​ and everything started‌ going to hell.”⁠‌

If‍‍ one understood how‌‌ the imperial system‌​‌ worked, it was‌ perfectly possible.

Just‍​ as commerce was‌‌ developed, mercenary companies‌⁠ also operated as‌ major corporations.

The⁠‍‍ Pascal Mercenary Company,‌‌ founded by Merchit‍​ Pascal, was undoubtedly‌‍⁠ one of the​⁠⁠ largest in the‌⁠‌ industry.

Its⁠​ mercenaries alone exceeded‍ ten thousand, and⁠‍ counting subcontracted companies,‍‌ they reached more‍ than thirty thousand​ men.

Coming‌⁠​ into conflict with‌ Merchit Pascal had⁠‌ enormous consequences.

The​‍‍ swords and shields⁠‍ protecting Stephan disappeared​‍‌ all at once.⁠

“And‍⁠ even though you​‌‌ tried to fill​​ that void, problems‌ began exploding one‍‍​ after another.”

“That’s⁠ right…”

When​‍ security weakens, the‌ entire structure collapses.⁠

Even​ the priority supplies‍‍​ destined for Perda‍ were stolen.

It⁠ was like an‍ exhibition without windows.‌‍

“So‍ even the caravans‌⁠ headed to the⁠⁠​ duchy were attacked.”⁠

At⁠ last the reason‌‌ for the delay‌‌ became clear.

“I‍ found out two⁠‌ days ago. The‍⁠ caravan was attacked‌ and Sandy as⁠‍ well, Coven too…”‍​‌

Stephan​⁠‍ could not finish​ the sentence and⁠ covered his face.​

That‌‍‍ incident was what‌⁠‍ finally broke his⁠​ will.

“I⁠ can’t continue anymore.‍​​ From the beginning​‍ I was never⁠⁠⁠ someone capable of​ doing something like​ this. Wanting the⁠ Pascal Company… wanting‌ to monopolize magitechnology…‍ none of those⁠⁠ were things that⁠⁠‌ should belong to⁠‍ me.”

“…….”‍​

“So‌ I’ll give up,​ Regent. Thank you‌⁠⁠ for giving someone‌‍ as useless as‍‌‌ me a chance—”‌​​

“That​‍‍ monopoly.”

Perda‌⁠ interrupted him before⁠​‌ he finished.

“Was⁠⁠​ it something necessary​‌ for us?”

“M-monopoly?”‌‍

“Yes.‌ Was it necessary⁠ to protect our⁠⁠‍ interests?”

Stephan‌‌ thought about it.‍‌

Was‍ it really necessary?​‍‌

Perhaps​ they could have‌ shared the profits‌​ without needing to​ monopolize anything.

“Think‌‌​ carefully about the⁠‌‍ reasons you had​‍ that day and‌​ then answer.”

Stephan⁠​‌ recalled that moment.‍

And⁠‍​ finally answered.

“……Yes.”‌‍

“Then‍ you fought to‍‍ protect what was‍​ ours.”

“…….”​

“It‌​ was the first‍⁠ time you fought,‌‍⁠ and in the​ end you were⁠ defeated.”

“That’s​​‍ right.”

“Are‍⁠⁠ you ashamed of⁠ having failed?”

Stephan​​ lowered his head.​‌⁠

“It’s‌ humiliating.”

“And​ because of that⁠​⁠ you tried to‌‌⁠ run away from⁠‌ this situation by‌​ canceling the contract?”‌⁠‍

“I​​‌ wasn’t running away.”‌

“Yes,‍‌ you were. You’re​‍⁠ choosing compromise instead⁠​ of facing the​ pain.”

“That‍⁠ incident also made​ me realize who⁠‌⁠ I am.”

Stephan‍⁠ let out an⁠‍ empty laugh.

His⁠‍ eyes had no​ light in them.‌

“I​ have no talent,‍‍​ I’m greedy, and‌‌‌ I don’t even⁠‍⁠ have the courage⁠ to cling to⁠⁠ something. Only after‍⁠⁠ losing everything do​⁠⁠ I react. I’m‌ a third-rate failure.”​⁠

Self-loathing‍‍⁠ and hatred toward‍​‍ himself.

Perda‌​ could see the‌⁠⁠ enormous weight crushing‍ Stephan’s hunched back.​‌

Because‌‍ he himself had‍​ gone through something⁠⁠ similar.

“That’s‌ why you didn’t‌‍ come to me?”‌​

“……Yes.”‍‍‍

Because​ he feared his‍‍⁠ incompetence would be​ exposed.

Because‍‍‍ he feared showing‍ his weaknesses and​‌⁠ having them despised.‍

The‍‍‌ fear grew and‍‍‌ grew until it⁠⁠ completely crushed him.⁠​‌

“Stephan.”‌

“Yes,⁠ Regent.”

“I‍ only asked you⁠ for one thing.⁠‍ Do you remember‌ it?”

Of‌​‌ course he remembered.‍‌

Those‍⁠ words were still⁠‌ engraved in his‍ mind even now.‍‍

“That​⁠‌ I become the​ owner of the​ Pascal Company… that’s⁠⁠ what you said.”‍​‌

“That​⁠‌ was our contract.‍ And what did‌‌ you do to⁠⁠ fulfill it? You⁠⁠ supplied goods to​ the duchy.”

“That’s⁠‍‌ right.”

“You​​ filled the supply‍ shortages throughout the‌‍ duchy and opened‌‍⁠ trade routes. None‌⁠ of that could‍⁠ have been easy.​‌‍ And even so,‌⁠ you persevered.”

“…….”‌

“All‌​‍ to become the‌‍ owner of the‍ Pascal Company.”

Stephan‍‍⁠ remained silent.

If‌‌ he opened his⁠‌⁠ mouth, he felt⁠‌​ all those pent-up​ emotions would explode.⁠‍​

Perda⁠ continued.

“I’ll​ repeat it once‍‌ more. We made‌​‌ a contract.”

“…….”​‍

“You‍​‌ supply goods to‌‌⁠ the duchy and​ I make you⁠⁠‌ the owner of⁠ the Pascal Company.”​​​

Those⁠ were the same‌⁠‍ words that had​​⁠ pressured him before.‌⁠

But⁠‍‌ now, for some‍ reason, they no⁠ longer felt like⁠​⁠ a burden.

“That​‌ means that as‌ long as you​​‍ fight to become‍ the owner of‌‌ the company, I will stand on​ your side.”

And‌‍‍ in that instant,​​​ Stephan felt the​‍ weight crushing his‌​​ shoulders disappear.

“So‌‌​ I’ll ask you​‍‌ one last time.”⁠‍⁠

Perda⁠ spoke calmly.

“Do​‍‌ you truly want⁠​‍ to give up‍ and abandon everything?”​

Stephan’s‍‌⁠ dead eyes slowly‌ regained life.

Everything​‌ he had come⁠ prepared to abandon⁠‌ appeared before him​‌ once again.

Stephan‍⁠ was a merchant.‌​

Who‌ could possibly feel⁠ happy after losing⁠​‌ everything?

He​‍ did not want⁠‍​ that absurd happiness‍ of detachment.

He‍‌⁠ wanted to use⁠‍⁠ failure as a stepping stone toward⁠‍ success.

“Ugh…”‍

Tears‌​ began running down‍ his face.

And⁠ together with all‌​⁠ that sorrow rising​‍ from his throat,‌‍ he finally let⁠‍ out the true⁠⁠​ desire he had‌⁠‍ hidden since childhood.‍‌⁠

“I​​‌ want… to become​​ the owner of‌ the Pascal Company.”‍​‍

Stephan‌​ cried bitterly with‌ his face pressed​⁠ against the marble​ floor.

He‌ could no longer⁠‌ keep speaking.

Perda‌​ looked down at​‌⁠ him and spoke‍ quietly.

“Administrator‌ Isabella.”

Isabella,‌‍ who had observed⁠ the entire situation,⁠ adjusted her glasses.​​‍

“Yes.”‍‌​

“Summon⁠​⁠ all the nobles‌⁠‍ of the Far​ Eastern Duchy to‍ the Eastern Front‍‍ Alliance meeting.”

“Understood.⁠⁠​ What reason should⁠ I register for‌ the summons?”

Perda‌‍‍ answered calmly.

“Sabotage​ against the entire‍​‌ duchy.”

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