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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 89: Past

Chapter 89: Past

“Stephan.”​

Merchit’s‍‌‌ voice carried emotion.‌

But‌ only for an⁠ instant.

“I‍ understand that you‍⁠⁠ are in a difficult situation, so‌​ as your brother⁠ I will be​‌‌ understanding. Later on,‍‍ you should calm‌‌‍ down and apologize⁠ for treating me​⁠ like a murderer.”‌

He‌‍ spoke as if‌​ trying to reason‍‌ with him kindly,⁠‍​ but to Stephan‌‍ it felt like‍ nothing more than‍⁠ treating him like⁠ a child.

“Don’t‌⁠‍ make me laugh.‍‌ Are you saying……‍⁠​ that I’m wrong?”‌

“Do‌⁠ you really think⁠‍⁠ it was me?”​‍​

“¡I⁠​ already have proof!‍⁠ Look at this!”​​

Stephan⁠ pulled out the​⁠‍ handkerchief he was‍ holding.

The⁠​ emblem of the‌​ Pascal mercenary company⁠⁠ also entered Merchit’s​⁠‌ sight.

“I​ already know your‍ methods! That filthy‌⁠‍ method of creating‌ demand where there‍⁠ is none! All​‍ of this happened⁠ after I said‌​‌ I would monopolize‌‍⁠ that trade route.”‍‌⁠

“Are⁠​ you really going‌ to believe the‍‍‍ nonsense of those‌​​ merchants?”

“It‍​ wasn’t just one.‌ Everyone who had‌‌ contracts with you‌​ said the same⁠‌​ thing! How do‌‍‌ you expect me‍​ not to be‌​ suspicious?!”

Merchit‌​‍ listened to that⁠⁠ and thought for‍​ a moment.

“Yes,‌ perhaps what happened⁠​​ to those people‌ really was this⁠⁠ brother’s doing.”

His‌​ tone sounded as‍ if he admitted​ it without issue,‌⁠ but then he⁠‌⁠ tilted his head.‌⁠‌

“But⁠⁠​ where is the‍‍ proof that I involved myself in​ your affairs?”

“Right‌ here!”

“You​ mean this wonderful‌⁠ handkerchief? Things like⁠‌ this can be⁠ made as many‌​‍ times as anyone​‍​ wants.”

He​ waved the handkerchief‌‍‍ and then tossed‌‍‌ it onto the​‌ table.

“Our​ company alone has⁠ ten thousand registered‌‌ mercenaries, and more​‌‍ than two thousand‌​ handkerchiefs in inventory.⁠‌‌ Anyone could steal​ one and make⁠‍ it look like⁠ it was the⁠ work of our⁠‌​ mercenaries. You’re smarter​‌ than me, and⁠‌‌ you couldn’t even‌⁠ think of that?”⁠​

“Could​⁠ you say that‍‌ same thing in‌​ front of an​‌ imperial court?!”

“You⁠ want to take‍‍ this all the​‌ way to court?‍ You want to⁠​ start a full-scale‌⁠ war? Bastard, you⁠ really are furious.⁠‌‌ To think you⁠‍ want to drag⁠​ your own family⁠‍ into court.”

“Stop‍ talking about family!‌⁠​ You only talk‍‌⁠ about family when​⁠⁠ it suits you,​⁠‌ but when there​​‍ are profits involved​ you treat us⁠ like strangers!”

“Are⁠‍​ you saying I wanted to keep‌⁠‌ everything for myself?‌​‌ Hey, Stephan. I also helped you‍⁠ a lot when‌ you were struggling.‍ I made things​ easier for you,⁠‌‌ I did everything‍​ I could for‍‍ you, so what‌ the hell bothers‌‌⁠ you so much?”‌⁠

“I⁠‌ already told you‍ earlier! The problem​ is that those​ damned bandits you⁠⁠‌ command killed my⁠ employees!”

“This​ bastard keeps treating​‍‌ my men like​​ third-rate trash—.”

“Merchit​‍​ Pascal.”

Merchit,​​⁠ with the veins‍​ on his neck​​​ bulging, tried to​​ stand up.

But​‍​ when Perda spoke​ his name, he⁠‍ realized he had‌‌ been watching and‍⁠‍ lowered his head​⁠ toward him.

“My​​ apologies, Regent. I have shown you​ the shameful spectacle‌​⁠ of family matters.”‌‌​

“It​⁠ doesn’t bother me.‌⁠‍ But I’m sorry​ to say this,​‍ could you leave‍​ us alone for⁠⁠ a moment? I have something to⁠​⁠ discuss with Stephan.”‌⁠‍

“Of​‌⁠ course. I will​‍ excuse myself for​⁠ a moment.”

Merchit‍‌‍ obediently said goodbye⁠​ and left the⁠ room.

As⁠‍ soon as he‍ left, Stephan pointed‌​ toward where he‍ had been and‍ shouted.

“There’s‌⁠ no need to‍ see any more.⁠‍‌ It was that​ bastard.”

His​⁠ face was completely​ red.

“Stephan.”‍‍⁠

“We‌ must catch him‍​ right now and‌ interrogate him! Ask⁠ him if he​​‍ felt satisfied after‍‌‍ killing thirty-three people!”​⁠​

“I⁠⁠‍ wanted to do‌ that, but seeing‍ your condition made‌ me realize it‍ was impossible.”

“My‍⁠ condition? What’s wrong‌ with my condition?”‍

Perda⁠⁠‌ looked at him‍ with cold eyes‌​​ before answering.

“You​‌ look little more‍‍ than a ghost⁠‌ thirsty for blood​ and vengeance.”

“Vengeance?‌​‍ It’s precisely because​‌‌ of that vengeance​‌ that I’m doing‌⁠​ all of this!”‌‌​

“The‍‍‍ problem is that‍‌ this vengeance does‌ not belong to​ the present. What⁠ you seek now⁠​​ is also bringing⁠‌ your resentments from‌​‍ the past to‍ the surface, isn’t‍ it?”

“I…….”‍‍‍

He‍ wanted to deny‍​​ it, but Perda’s‍ words managed to‍‍⁠ calm him somewhat.​‌​

“I‍⁠ think you’re right.‌‌ If I’m honest,‍‌ I suffered a lot because of​​ my brother when‌ I was a child.”

“Tell‌⁠ me.”

“When⁠‌ I came back⁠ beaten up from‌⁠​ somewhere, he would⁠‌ say he disliked‌​‍ my lack of‍‌‍ backbone and beat⁠‌ me nearly to⁠ death while claiming‌ he was training⁠ me with a wooden sword.”

Perda‌ could imagine a little how he‌⁠‍ felt.

After‍⁠‍ his mother’s death,⁠‌ he too had​‌​ been treated like​⁠⁠ a bastard and​⁠ had suffered similar‌​ situations countless times.​

“And‌‌‌ besides, I…… no,‌​ forget it. Let’s⁠​‌ stop this conversation.”⁠​

“No.‍⁠ Continue.”

Perda​‍ prevented him from‌‌⁠ stopping.

“You‌​⁠ must let out​‍ all the anger​‌ you hold toward⁠​⁠ Merchit.”

“Huh?​‌‌ Why would I do something like‍‍ that?”

“Because​⁠ it will help‍⁠‌ you.”

“I​‌ don’t think it⁠ will help much…….”‍⁠

“Then⁠ consider it an‍‍⁠ order. Curse him‍ and shout everything‍​​ you want.”

Stephan⁠⁠ was bewildered by‍‍⁠ that demand.

But‌‌‌ forced by the​⁠ situation, he ended​ up saying the‌​ name through gritted⁠ teeth.

“Merchit……‍ you…… damned…… bastard…….”‍⁠

He⁠⁠​ started with difficulty.⁠⁠‌

But‍‌‍ it did not‌ matter.

“You……!”‌

Like⁠ a broken dam,‍ his emotions exploded‌‍‍ violently.

“You​‌ motherfucking bastard!!!”

Stephan⁠ began screaming like​‍⁠ a madman.

“You​⁠ damned bastard! After‌‍⁠ praying for my‍⁠⁠ ruin you come‍ at me with​ this bullshit!? Do‌‌ I look that‌‌⁠ easy to trample‍⁠​ on?! HUH?!”

“…….”​​

“I’m⁠‌‍ going to leave​ you the same⁠⁠ way! Just like⁠​ you shattered my‍⁠​ bones when I was a child,‍‌​ I’m going to​‍ break yours too!”‍

After⁠ that, he continued‍⁠ venting all the‍​⁠ accumulated resentments of​ the past while‌ shouting and losing⁠‍​ control.

Ten‌‍⁠ minutes later, Stephan⁠ could no longer​​ get any voice⁠​‍ out.

“Cough!​​ Cough!”

“Drink⁠‍‌ this.”

“Cough⁠‌ cough…… thank you…….”​

Stephan‌⁠ sat down and‍ drank the tea.‍‍

He​⁠ looked like a person completely drained​ of energy.

“Do⁠​ you feel better?”⁠​‌

“Yes,‌⁠⁠ thanks to the‍​ Regent…… I think⁠ at least I’ll‌​ avoid dying from‌ bottled-up rage.”

“Then‍ now you’ll be‍ able to see‍ things more clearly.‌⁠‍ Let us continue​ the conversation.”

Stephan‍ sat back down,‌ and Perda spoke.‌‌

“To‌‌ get straight to⁠​​ the point, it‌ does not seem​‌ to be the​ work of Merchit‌‍⁠ Pascal.”

“……What?”‍

Hadn’t​​ he said just⁠‌‍ a moment ago​‍ that the culprit⁠ seemed to be​‌ Merchit because of‌ the mercenary company‍ handkerchief?

And‌ now he was‍ saying it was​‌‍ not?

“Then⁠ why did you⁠‌‌ make me curse​ my brother?”

“Because⁠ I didn’t want​ you to let‌‌ yourself be consumed​‍ by those grudges.‌⁠ You kept filling‍‍‍ your head with​ things that clouded‍‍ your judgment, didn’t‌ you?”

Perda’s⁠ words sounded absurd,​‌‍ but at the⁠ same time they​⁠ were true.

When​ was the last‍‌ time he had⁠‌‌ shouted and cursed‌​ like that?

When‌​ he was a child, all he⁠ ever did was‌​‌ cry while biting‍‌⁠ his fist.

And​‍⁠ as an adult,⁠​ at most he‍ would drink alcohol⁠‍ hidden in a corner of his⁠​ office while crying‌‍ alone.

But⁠‌ now he had​⁠​ been able to‌​‌ let it all‍ out by screaming.⁠

“You‍ said that making‍⁠ deals with the​‌‍ Pascal mercenary company‌ was like making⁠ deals with demons,‍⁠ correct?”

“Yes.”​​

“Then⁠‍⁠ you always knew⁠‍ what they were​ like.”

“That’s‍‌ right.”

“In‌‍ that case, you​⁠ could have suspected‌‍ your brother, Merchit‌​⁠ Pascal, from the‍‌‌ very beginning. But‌⁠‍ you never showed⁠ me that suspicion.”‍

Perda​⁠ asked calmly.

“And⁠​⁠ why didn’t you?”​‌

“The⁠⁠‌ reason I didn’t⁠ was because at⁠‍ that moment I was too agitated…….”​

“That’s‍⁠⁠ all? You simply​⁠ didn’t think about‌‌⁠ it?”

Faced⁠‌ with Perda’s question,‌​ Stephan also shook‍‌‌ his head.

It​​ wasn’t only because‍‌‍ of that.

Stephan⁠ began to think.‍‍⁠

Why,​ when all this‍‍‌ happened, he did⁠‌ not suspect Merchit‍ first.

‘Merchit‍‍ Pascal.’

Family​ and enemy.

Since‍ childhood, he had‌⁠‌ never been able⁠‍⁠ to control his⁠​ overflowing temper.

Merchit‍⁠ took advantage of⁠⁠‌ that personality to⁠⁠‍ become a mercenary⁠ captain.

He⁠ had charisma and‍‍⁠ leadership.

And⁠⁠‍ having leadership meant⁠ understanding the weight​‌⁠ of an important‌ position, something simple‍ street thugs would‍​‍ never possess.

Like‌ a merchant analyzing‌ another businessman, he‌‌ tried to judge‍⁠​ everything about him‌‌ solely through objective​​‌ facts and data.‌​‌

And⁠⁠‌ then the answer‌ appeared with surprising⁠‌​ clarity.

“……The‌⁠​ probabilities were low.”⁠‍​

“Why?”​​

“That​⁠‍ thing about my‍⁠​ brother taking revenge⁠ against those who​​ don’t hire him……‍⁠ honestly, it’s little‍‍⁠ more than a superstition. Most of​ the time, those‌ people were digging​​ their own graves.⁠‌​ Almost all of​⁠ them hired cheap‌ mercenaries and ended​​​ up suffering misfortunes⁠‌ when entering dangerous‌ areas. They simply‍‌ bought cheap trash⁠⁠ and then blamed‌ others.”

People⁠ only see what⁠‌ they want to‍⁠​ see and believe‍ only what they‌‌‌ want to believe.⁠

Stephan‍‌​ had been so⁠ dominated by his​​⁠ emotions that he​‍ had even forgotten‌ something so basic.⁠‌

“That’s‍ why…… right now⁠‌⁠ I think a single handkerchief is​ not enough to‍ confirm that suspicion.”​‍

Not‍‌ even Stephan himself⁠‍‍ could believe the‌​ conclusion he had⁠ reached.

Just‍​⁠ a few minutes⁠‌‌ ago he had‍⁠​ been convinced that‌ everything was Merchit’s⁠‍ doing and wanted​ brutal revenge.

He​​‍ had judged with‍‌‌ emotion and not‌ reason, and those​‌ emotions had blinded‍‌​ him.

If​​⁠ Perda had not⁠⁠‍ managed to bring⁠​​ him back to​‍ his senses, he⁠‌​ would have ended⁠‌ up fighting Merchit.‍⁠⁠

While⁠ Stephan swallowed his​‍​ emotional emptiness, Perda​‌ listened to the‌‍‍ answer and spoke‍​​ to Ruri.

“Bring​‍ Merchit Pascal back​⁠‌ in.”

Merchit,⁠ who had been​​ waiting outside, sat​ down once again,​​​ and the three‍‍ of them faced‍‌⁠ each other again.​​​

Unlike​​ before, when emotions​​​ had been on​‍​ the verge of‍‍ exploding, now there‌ was a calm‌ atmosphere.

“Merchit⁠ Pascal. I already​‌‍ finished speaking with⁠⁠ Stephan, but I want you to‌​ make it clear​ one last time.”‌

“Speak,⁠‌ Regent.”

“Can⁠‌⁠ you swear that⁠⁠ you are not⁠‌​ involved in the‍ attack Stephan suffered‌ this time?”

Perda⁠‌ asked with a coldness that could​ freeze blood.

Merchit​⁠‍ raised an index​‌​ finger and answered.‍⁠​

“I​​‍ have a principle.​‍⁠ Just as my⁠‍⁠ family is important‌ to me, the‍‌⁠ families of others​‌ are as well.‍ My men and⁠ I wield the‍​ sword in exchange‍​ for money in​ order to protect​ people. If someone‍‍‌ raises the sword‌‍ for money to‌ attack others, then​‍‍ he is nothing⁠ more than a third-rate thug or‌ a bandit.”

“Good.‍ Thank you.”

After⁠ hearing Merchit, Perda⁠​ pointed at the‍⁠⁠ handkerchief on the​‌ table with his⁠ chin.

“If‌‍‍ this handkerchief has⁠ no relation to‍​​ the mercenary company,‍⁠ then it means⁠⁠ someone tried to‍ sow discord between‍⁠‍ the two of‌ you.”

“Between​‍​ my brother and⁠⁠⁠ me?”

Merchit‌​ opened his eyes.‍

From‌ his expression it​⁠‍ was obvious that‌⁠ he was speaking‌​ completely seriously.

“What​ bastard dared to​⁠​ touch my family?”⁠

“I​‍ think I know⁠ who it was.”⁠

Stephan‌ answered, now much⁠​ calmer.

“Who?”⁠‍

“My‍ sister, Tilda.”

The‌ name that left‍ his lips was‌‍​ that of another​ member of the‍⁠ family.

“On⁠​ the surface she‌​ acts as if⁠⁠‍ the Dandollo company⁠ is enough for‌ her, but in⁠ reality she wants​‍⁠ to take over‍ the Pascal company⁠‍ more than anyone.​⁠​ She has always​⁠ been interfering in⁠⁠ persistent and discreet⁠ ways. Besides, if⁠​ my brother and⁠ I ended up‌​‌ fighting each other,​‍ the only one‍⁠‍ who would benefit​ would be her.”‌⁠

“Yes,​ if it was‌‌⁠ that bitch, she‍ absolutely could have​​‌ done something like​‌ this.”

Even​ Merchit, who deeply⁠‍‍ valued his family,​ immediately agreed upon‍​ hearing his sister’s‌⁠ name.

It‍‍ was something surprising.⁠⁠

“Isn’t​ Tilda Pascal also⁠ part of your‍ family?”

“Don’t‌‌ even say it.‌‍ That woman doesn’t‌ even deserve to⁠‌‌ be called family.”‌

Although‍‌ he was furious,‍‌⁠ Merchit restrained his‍‍⁠ anger and answered‍‍ calmly.

“Do​⁠‍ you know what⁠⁠‌ she tried to‌⁠​ do when my⁠⁠ wife was pregnant‍ with our first‌ child? She sent⁠​ poison as a supposed congratulatory gift​​ for the pregnancy.⁠⁠​ Fortunately, I was​ the one who​⁠⁠ took it without‍‍​ knowing and suffered‍​ the consequences, but⁠ if my wife‌‍‌ had drunk it,‌ she undoubtedly would‍ have lost the​‍‍ child. She was⁠‍ always an unbearable‍⁠⁠ sister without a single lovable quality,‌ but at that⁠ moment she completely⁠ crossed the line.”‌‌​

The​ one who was​⁠ truly shocked was⁠⁠‍ Stephan.

“That‍‌​ happened five years‍ ago?”

“I‍​⁠ wasn’t completely sure,‍‌ so I didn’t​‌ tell anyone. Creating​‍ a scandal would​‍‌ only have satisfied‍‌‍ her.”

For‍⁠ Stephan, who had‍‌ always thought Merchit‌​ would react by‍​⁠ causing chaos and‍​​ wanting to kill‍ someone, this was⁠ a completely unexpected⁠​ side of him.‍⁠

“Anyway,‍‌ that woman never‌⁠‍ had ability, only⁠⁠ ambition. Since she‌ isn’t capable of​⁠⁠ building something herself,⁠‍‍ she seduced old‌⁠ bachelor Henri Dandollo‌​‌ to take over​​​ the Dandollo company​​‌ and then try⁠​ to devour our​⁠ father’s business.”

Merchit‌ clenched a fist‌⁠ as large as​‌⁠ a pot lid.⁠

The‍ veins bulged violently.⁠‌

“Then‍ what do you​​⁠ intend to do,​⁠ Regent?”

Merchit⁠​ asked.

“We‍‌ can storm in‌‌ there right now‍⁠‌ and drag that‍​‍ woman here.”

“And‌‍ worsen the image‌‌ of the mercenary⁠ company even more?”​‌

“You‌ have nothing to⁠ worry about. If​‍‌ I can push‍⁠ that witch into⁠‍‌ the flames, I don’t care about⁠‌​ becoming a demon.​‍⁠ If she touched‌ my family, she​ must pay the⁠​‌ appropriate price.”

A burning rage.

As⁠‍ a mercenary who‍ had survived crawling‌ through mud, he​​⁠ knew perfectly well‍‌ how to use⁠​ fury as fuel.​⁠​

“You‍⁠ must not resort​‌ directly to violence.”‍‌

The⁠ one who said​‌‌ that was Stephan.⁠⁠‍

“What?​​ Stephan, are you‌ an idiot?”

“Think‌ about it carefully.‌‍ Resorting to violence​​ is not a good idea. If​ she started doing⁠⁠ something this malicious,‍ it means her‍⁠ plan is already‍‍⁠ in motion. In‍‍‌ the worst-case scenario,‍ the entire Pascal⁠​ family could collapse.”⁠

“That’s​ true…….”

Since‍‍ both of them‌⁠‍ knew perfectly well‍⁠ the kind of⁠ person Tilda was,‌‌ long explanations were​​‌ unnecessary to convince‍‌ them.

“That‍⁠ woman’s malice is‌​​ persistent. Until we‍⁠‌ have definitive proof‍‌‌ that this was‍ Tilda’s doing, we⁠ must not touch‍⁠ her recklessly.”

“Then‍ what do you‍‍⁠ propose?”

Stephan‍ forcibly calmed his⁠ agitated heart before​‌​ answering.

“For​‌‌ now we should‌‌‍ return pretending we⁠ did not resolve‌⁠‍ the misunderstanding. We⁠‍‌ must give her‌⁠ exactly what she⁠ wants. If we​⁠⁠ do that, she⁠⁠ will surely continue‌⁠⁠ with her plan​ exactly as she​ had intended.”

“That‌​ way we can⁠ catch her when⁠ she shows her​ tail, huh?”

Merchit‍ struck his knee​⁠ with his hand.​​

“Good.​ I agree. Let’s​‌‌ drag that bitch‌ out of her⁠ hiding place once‌‌⁠ and for all.”⁠‍

“Understood.”⁠

The⁠⁠​ two brothers, who‌​​ had been on‌​ the verge of​‍ becoming mortal enemies,‍‌ joined forces against‌‌‌ a common enemy.​⁠

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