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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 88: How Shameless of You

Chapter 88: How Shameless of You

The​​⁠ sun finally tilted⁠‌‌ toward the west‍​‌ and night fell.‌⁠

Leaving​ behind the refugee​‌​ group led by⁠​‍ William, Perda returned⁠⁠​ to the castle.‌⁠‍

Perda​‌‍ sat on the⁠ sofa in the‍ reception room and‍‌ looked at the⁠​ man seated in​‌‌ front of him.‌

There‍⁠​ was Stephan.

The‌‍​ haggard appearance of⁠⁠ someone cornered had‍ faded a little,​​ but his eyes‍⁠ were still empty⁠⁠​ and exhausted.

Perda‍‌ looked at him‌​⁠ and spoke.

“I‌⁠​ have good news.”‌⁠​

“W-what​‌‍ kind of good⁠ news?”

Stephan​‍‌ asked with a nervous expression.

Perda​​ slowly began explaining​⁠​ all the information⁠​ he had gathered.​‍

“Stephan,‍ the mercenaries you​​‍ hired had far​⁠ more malicious intentions​ than we imagined.”‍

They​‍ were not third-rate⁠ mercenaries.

They​​‍ were assassins specifically‌ organized to create​‍​ chaos.

They​​‍ killed all the​⁠ merchants and workers​​ at the rendezvous‍​ point.

They‍ rummaged through all‌‌ the cargo and‍‍ took part of⁠ the contents to​​‌ make it look⁠⁠‌ like a robbery.⁠⁠

“But‍‍​ turning it into⁠⁠⁠ a simple robbery​​ carried too much⁠‍⁠ risk.”

“Because‌ of the anti-theft‍⁠ magic.”

As​‌⁠ a merchant, Stephan‌ understood that matter⁠⁠ perfectly.

The⁠‌‍ anti-theft magic placed⁠‍‌ on valuable items.⁠

The​​​ moment someone touched‌‌ them, they would⁠ be marked as‌‌ criminals, and for‍ assassins that was‌⁠ the worst possible‍ situation.

To​ make it look‍‌ like a robbery,‍‌ the valuables had‍ to disappear.

But‌​ if the treasures​‍⁠ did not disappear,‌ that ironic incident​‌ only made it‍‍​ even more obvious​‍ that it was⁠‌​ murder.

“That’s⁠ why two mercenaries​‌ laid the groundwork.”⁠

“What​​ do you mean?”​

“They​ must have forced‌ open and broken⁠ the boxes containing‌⁠⁠ the valuables to⁠ take some things​⁠​ out.”

“Even‌ so, the tracking⁠ magic would have​‌‌ reacted, so why‌‍‌ would they do​​ something so stupid…?”‍

“Those⁠ men were probably⁠​‌ caught in a trap as well.‌⁠⁠ Maybe they were⁠‌‌ not given all⁠‌​ the information, or‍ perhaps they were​‍‍ used to purge‍‍​ the greediest ones.”‍

Stephan‍‌ understood his words‍​⁠ and nodded slightly.​

“Then⁠‌ taking out those⁠ valuables was the‌ foundation for something…‌ but for what⁠​‍ exactly?”

Perda‍​ moved another piece.⁠‍

It⁠‍ was a pawn.⁠‌‍

“The‌ foundation for involving‌‍ the refugees in‍​‍ the looting.”

Refugees​‍ trembling from the⁠ cold at the‍⁠ very beginning of⁠⁠ winter.

Since⁠‌ those mercenaries came⁠ from the Empire,⁠ they surely already‌ knew that refugees⁠⁠ were heading toward‍ the far east​ searching for hope.‍

They‍⁠ found the group‍‍‍ led by William.​⁠

Exactly‌⁠ as planned, they⁠ tempted them by‍‍⁠ saying they would‍⁠‍ give them food⁠​ and offered them​‌ a small ray‍ of hope.

“The‍ refugees had no⁠‍‌ choice but to‍‍ head there. After⁠‌ all, they needed​ food immediately.”

Even​‌​ if it had‌​ been a lie,‌‍ for starving people​‌ it was impossible​⁠ information to ignore,‌‌ so they hurried‍‍ there.

And​⁠‍ the place they‌ arrived at was‍​‍ not a generous⁠‍ distribution center, but‌​ the scene of‍‍‌ a brutal massacre.⁠

“They​‌ only needed the⁠ refugees to stir​‍‌ the table that‌ had already been‌‌​ prepared.”

Perda​ lightly moved his‍‌‌ index finger as‍ he spoke about‌ the refugees.

“What⁠‍ would they have⁠​ seen? Food, weapons,​‌ and golden treasures‍ they would probably‌‍‍ only see once​⁠‍ in their entire​⁠ lives. Things they⁠‌ immediately needed, things​ they desired, and⁠ things they could​‌‌ never possess no‍‌‍ matter how long​‍ they lived.”

It​‌ was practically like‍​​ stepping into a temple of desire.‌‌‍

Stephan‍​ could imagine how⁠ that plan worked.‌

That​⁠⁠ way, the murder⁠‌ would transform into⁠ a robbery case​​​ by using the‍ refugees as tools.‍‍

Since​‌ most of the⁠‍ looting was carried​ out by the‌ refugees, naturally everyone‌‌‌ would think they​‍ were the culprits‍ and exterminate them.⁠‌‌

No​‌ one would bother​ chasing the remnants‍ of the group.‌⁠​

Because‌‍‌ the exemplary punishment​ would already have​⁠ been enough.

However,​‍​ there was something⁠ strange.

That​​‌ was precisely the‍ main point of​⁠ the entire story.‌

Everything​ that had happened‍ so far was‍ murder disguised as​ robbery.

And⁠ that meant everything‍⁠‍ they had tried‍ before had failed.‍‍

“Then​ the refugees did⁠​​ not touch the‌ jewelry.”

“There‌ was a variable.”⁠​

Perda‌ nodded.

“No⁠ one could have​‍‌ predicted it. No,‌ the odds were‌‌‌ too absurd to‍ even include in‍‍‍ their calculations. It⁠ was like being‌ struck by lightning​ under a clear‍ sky.”

Perda⁠ placed a knight​‍‍ piece next to‍‍‍ the tilted pawn.‌‍

“There​ was a knight⁠ leading that group.‌​⁠ A man determined‍‌​ to uphold his​‌⁠ convictions.”

William.​​

That‍ man who could⁠ have become a knight understood duty‍‌ and righteousness perfectly.⁠

He‍‌ looked at the⁠⁠​ gold before him‍​ as though it​⁠ were mere stones.‌​⁠

He‍‍ gathered the corpses‍ and prayed for‌‍‌ them.

Even‌‌‌ though he took​ some supplies, he​ only took the‍‍‍ bare minimum needed​‍⁠ to survive, and⁠⁠ all within the‌‍ limit of one⁠​ Golden.

It​‍ was something that‌⁠ could be overlooked.‍‌

“Thanks​‍ to that, we​⁠‍ were able to​​ confirm with certainty⁠‍‍ that this was‌‌‍ murder.”

That​​ was the conclusion​​⁠ of all the​​ events discovered so‍ far.

And​‍ naturally, the next‍ question arose.

“Then…‍ who ordered that​⁠ murder?”

“The⁠⁠‍ most likely suspect‍ is this man.”⁠⁠

Perda​‍ handed him a personnel document from‌​ the Pascal company.‍​​

“A‍ man named Frank‌ Fontaine, the only‌ missing merchant among​⁠‍ the twelve.”

“Frank⁠ Fontaine…”

Upon‍ hearing that name,​ Stephan immediately frowned.‌‌

“It‌‌ seems you did‌‌ not like him‌​‍ very much.”

“He⁠‌‍ has worked here‍⁠‌ for ten years​ and always complained⁠‍ about not being‌⁠ able to become‌⁠⁠ a branch manager,​ saying he was​ still stuck doing​⁠ coachman work.”

“And‍‌ what was the​​ reason?”

“It’s⁠‍ nothing complicated. He‌​‌ simply had poor‌ results. He just​‍ did not have‌ aptitude as a merchant.”

Stephan‌ clenched his teeth‍​‍ as he looked​⁠ at the document.‌⁠​

“Several‍⁠​ times he acted‌ like an arrogant‍​​ old man and⁠‍ we clashed quite‍ a lot. I even thought about​ firing him, but⁠ in the end⁠‍ I let it‌ slide.”

“Why?”⁠‍⁠

“He‌ had five children.”⁠⁠​

“How⁠‍⁠ soft.”

“Yes…⁠ I know.”

Rumble—⁠‌

The​‌‌ personnel document crumpled‌⁠⁠ in his hands.​⁠⁠

“That‌​‌ bastard… ordered the⁠ deaths of eleven⁠ of my merchants…?”‍

A little compassion.

Did‌ this entire disaster‌​​ happen because that‌‌ weak compassion ended‍‌ up costing other⁠‌⁠ families their lives?⁠‍

“Not⁠ exactly.”

Perda‍⁠​ shook his head.‌‍

“I‌ am certain Frank‍​​ Fontaine is involved,‌‌ but he cannot⁠‍ be the true​ mastermind.”

“Can⁠⁠ you tell me⁠ why you are‍ so certain?”

Perhaps⁠ it was too‌​‌ bold a question,​⁠ but Stephan needed​​ something that could​‍⁠ convince him.

“According⁠ to the report,​‌ aside from the‌ refugees’ tracks, traces​‌‍ of twelve people⁠⁠⁠ moving around the‌ area were found.‌ That means thirty-two‍‌ mercenaries participated in‍‍ this murder, correct?”‍

“That’s​ right.”

“Even‌ calculating generously, the⁠​‌ stolen loot would‍‍​ barely amount to​ 200 Golden. If‍‍​ thirty-two people split‌ it equally, each​‌‍ would receive approximately‍‍‍ 3 Golden and⁠​ 25 Shillings.”

3 Golden and 25‌ Shillings was quite⁠‍ a lot of‍‍‍ money.

But‌ it was far​ too little for‍‌ work stained with‌ blood.

“If​ they were merely‌‍ cheap mercenaries, I could understand it.⁠‍‌ But these men‌‌ were experts at​⁠‌ erasing their tracks.‌ Do you know⁠‍‍ how much those⁠ types usually charge?”‌​

“I​⁠⁠ don’t.”

“At⁠​⁠ minimum, they charge‍‍ 50 Golden per​‌‌ person just to⁠‍‌ begin. Even calculating‍​ cheaply, together it‌ easily exceeds 1,000‍ Golden.”

“Then‌‌‌ with Frank’s financial⁠ situation, even if⁠‍‍ he gathered everything⁠ he owned, he​‌ could never have‌ afforded such a sum.”

Stephan⁠⁠ placed Frank’s personnel‌‍​ file on the​ table.

“If‍⁠ there truly is‌ someone behind this‍ trying to destabilize⁠ me, then what​​ kind of damned​ bastards are they…?”‌​

“That‍⁠‌ is precisely the⁠​ good news.”

Perda​‌ reached into the‌‍ inner pocket of​⁠ his coat.

“We‌‍​ were able to​ identify the culprit.”⁠‌

He‌⁠⁠ took something out‌⁠ and placed it‍ on the table.⁠

It⁠‍ was a green‍⁠ scarf.

The‍‌⁠ item the little‍‍‌ refugee boy had‌ picked up.

“That‍‌ is…”

Stephan‌‌ recognized it instantly.​​​

“It’s​ an item from‌​ my brother’s company‌‍ employees. Why do‌ you have it,​ Regent?”

“One‍⁠‍ of the refugee​‍​ children said he‍‍‍ saw one of⁠ those involved drop⁠​‌ the scarf.”

“Then…​‍ the culprit…? the​​ culprit is…?”

Stephan‌​​ could not continue.‍

But‍‍ both he and​‍ Perda knew perfectly⁠⁠‍ well what name​‌⁠ was about to​⁠ come out in⁠‍ that conversation.

The​‌⁠ shock finally made‍​ him drop the‌ cup he was​ holding.

Crash—⁠⁠​

The​‌ cup shattered and‌⁠ its contents spilled,⁠‍ but he did​​ not even pay⁠⁠‌ attention to it.‌

And​ Perda ignored that‍‌ triviality as well.​‍‍

Stephan​⁠ covered his face​​​ with both hands.​

He⁠​ did not even​⁠ know what expression​ he was making⁠‌ at that moment.⁠

“…Are⁠ you sure?”

“That‍ seems to be⁠ the case.”

Stephan​​​ extended his hand​‍ and picked up​‌‌ the scarf.

His​ pupils, constricted from​​⁠ the shock, slowly​⁠⁠ traced the embroidery.​

His​‍‌ gaze fixed on​ the Pascal family​​ emblem.

And⁠⁠⁠ behind it, two‍‌‍ crossed swords.

He⁠ checked it several⁠ times, but there​‌⁠ was no mistake.⁠

It​​ was not a counterfeit.

It⁠ belonged to the‍⁠ Pascal Mercenary Company.‍

“My‌‍ brother’s company…” Stephan⁠⁠ muttered as he‌‍‌ looked at the‌‌‌ scarf.

“There‌‌‍ is a saying‌‍ about signing contracts⁠‍⁠ with the Pascal⁠ Mercenary Company. Do‌ you know it?”‍‍‌

“No.”‍​​

“Once​‍⁠ you sign with​​‌ them, you can‌​​ never leave.”

An‌⁠ empty smile appeared‍ on Stephan’s face.‌‌

But⁠⁠⁠ it soon twisted.‌⁠

It⁠‌‍ seemed as though​‌ all the emotions‌‍‌ swirling inside his‍‍ head were escaping‌‍‍ directly through his‍ expressions.

“They⁠ say that once‌‌ a contract with‌ the Pascal Mercenary‌ Company ends, the​‌ bandit groups that‍ had stayed quiet‌ immediately begin attacking⁠⁠‍ caravans. As if‍‌ someone deliberately tipped​⁠ them off.”

Stephan’s‌​ voice trembled slightly.​​

“It‍​ always seemed strange​‌ to me. The​ first trade expedition⁠ after ending a contract almost always⁠‌‍ ended badly. Either​ they were ambushed,​‍​ or the mercenaries⁠ themselves turned into‌ bandits, or they‍ simply fled. Eight⁠ out of ten‍⁠​ ended up suffering⁠‍​ some kind of⁠‍ disaster, and seven⁠ of those eight‍ eventually returned to⁠ sign with my⁠ brother again.”

“Do‍ you think all‌ of that was‍ staged by Merchit?”‌

“There’s⁠‍‌ a saying. Necessity‌​​ creates demand. And⁠ in the security⁠‍‍ business, you need‌‍‌ to make the​⁠ customer feel that‌‍ necessity.”

Stephan⁠ remembered the recent​⁠‌ conflict he had‍ with Merchit.

He‌‍⁠ himself had said​‌ it.

That‌‌⁠ he would see​⁠ how long Stephan⁠​​ could survive without‌ him.

But​‍⁠ this went far‍‍ beyond simple rumors⁠​‌ about attacks.

It‌ was something far‍‌ crueler.

Those‌ people were practically‌​ family to Stephan.​

There​‍‌ were superiors who‍‍ were like parents,​​ subordinates who were‌⁠ like younger siblings,‌ and colleagues who‍‍​ were like friends.⁠‍‍

And⁠⁠ Merchit took their​ lives away.

Just‍ because Stephan dared‌​‌ to stand against​​⁠ him.

The‌⁠ scarf in Stephan’s⁠‍‌ hands crumpled.

He⁠‍‌ shut his eyes​⁠ tightly and bit​ his lips.

It‌ hurt.

He⁠​ wanted to cry,‌ but no tears‌‌ came out.

He‍ wanted to scream,⁠‌‍ but his throat​ closed up.

It‍​‍ hurt so much‍ it felt like‌‍ he was going​‍⁠ insane, and not​ knowing what to‍⁠​ do with that‌‍‍ pain only made‌‍‍ the frustration even⁠‍​ worse.

It‌ was then.

Ruri‍⁠‍ entered the room‌ and stood beside‍ Perda.

“Lord⁠‍​ Perda. A visitor⁠‌‌ has arrived.”

“At‍⁠‍ this hour?”

His⁠​ eyes shifted toward​‌‌ Stephan, who was‌ still clutching his​ head.

“Yes.‍‍ He specifically wishes⁠‍ to see both‌​⁠ Mister Stephan and⁠⁠⁠ you, Lord Perda.”​⁠

“M-me?”⁠⁠

“Who‍‍ is it?”

The‍‍ name that came‍ from Ruri’s mouth⁠​ left both of‍ them stunned.

“He‍ said his name‌‌ is Merchit Pascal.”‌

***⁠

“It⁠ is a pleasure⁠ to meet you,‍ Regent.”

Merchit‌ Pascal sat across‍⁠‌ from Perda in‌‌ the reception room​ and greeted him.​​⁠

As⁠‌ Perda observed the‌⁠ two brothers, he⁠‍​ could not help⁠​ but think something.‌​‌

‘Does⁠ the same blood‍ really run through​‍​ their veins?’

Stephan​‍​ had smooth skin⁠‍⁠ and a refined‌ appearance.

Like​‍⁠ a proper merchant,​⁠ he radiated wealth,‍‍‍ and looked like⁠​ the type of⁠ model student who‍ would even leave​ the imprint of⁠‍ a huge peach-like⁠‍⁠ backside on a chair.

But​ Merchit was completely‌ different.

Tanned⁠ skin and a short, rough regent‌ cut.

A thick neck and‍‌‍ broad shoulders.

Even⁠‌​ though he wore‍ a formal uniform,⁠ the threatening outline​ of his muscles​ made him look‍ like the leader⁠‌​ of a criminal‍​ gang.

If‌ not for the​⁠⁠ fact they shared‍ the same hair⁠‌ and eye color,‍‌ no one would​‌ have believed they⁠‍ were brothers.

“Welcome,‌ Sir Merchit.”

“Sir?​‍ I’m merely a lowly commander who​ leads a few​⁠​ subordinates.”

Merchit‌‌ smiled awkwardly while​ pretending to be‍ humble.

He​ gave off a bold energy completely​‍ different from the​‌ typical entrance of‌‌ a ruthless villain.⁠

Perda⁠‌ could feel it‍‌ clearly.

That⁠​ man still did​ not know he​ had become a suspect.

No,‍‌⁠ he acted as⁠ if he could⁠‍ not even imagine​⁠​ they might suspect⁠​⁠ him.

“I‌⁠ heard my little‌‍ brother has been​ going through a difficult time, so​‍‌ I came looking​ for him and‌‌‌ ended up all​⁠​ the way at​‌ the castle. Thank⁠‌⁠ you for receiving‍‍​ us at such‍⁠ a late hour.”‍

“It’s‌ nothing. When things‍⁠ become difficult, seeking‍‍‍ out family is‌ not such a bad thing either.”​‍‍

After‍‍‌ exchanging a few‍​​ trivial words, Merchit‍‍⁠ turned his gaze⁠ toward Stephan.

Stephan’s‍ eyes were ice⁠​‍ cold.

Without‌​ noticing—or pretending not⁠ to notice—Merchit tried‍⁠‍ to comfort him.‍‍‍

“Stephan.‍‌⁠ I heard what​‍ happened. They say‌‍ the eastern trade⁠⁠ caravan was destroyed.”‌​​

“……”‌‍

“It’s​ truly unfortunate. I know how loyal‍⁠ those boys were‌‍ to you. The​ emptiness they left‍⁠ behind must feel⁠ enormous.”

“……”​

“For⁠⁠‍ now, I already‌ sent people to‌‍ inform the families.‌⁠ We will also⁠ handle the funerals.​ First, try to‍​‌ calm yourself.”

His​ words sounded like⁠ those of the‍⁠ best brother in‍​ the world.

But​‍ that only applied⁠ to those who‌ did not know‍ the truth behind‍‌‌ them.

Stephan‍⁠ was neither blind‌​‌ nor deaf.

He‌‌ was someone who‍ saw, heard, and⁠‌‍ thought.

And​​ because of that,⁠‍ he knew perfectly‌‌ well what hid‍ behind that shameless‍⁠⁠ facade.

“Truly…​‌⁠ how shameless of‍‌⁠ you.”

“Hm?”⁠‍‍

Indignation‌​ boiled inside Stephan,‌‍ yet he still‌ managed to speak⁠⁠ calmly.

“You⁠⁠ sent people to‍⁠⁠ murder them all…⁠​ so why are‍⁠‍ you acting like‌ a good person?”​

“……What?”‌

One⁠‍‌ of Merchit’s eyebrows​ slowly rose.

And‍ the spark inside‌ Stephan’s heart began‍​ to burn violently.​‌

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