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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 92: Praise

Chapter 92: Praise

The⁠ second gift he‍‌​ received almost by‌ accident, Frank Fontaine,​ spilled everything he⁠ knew.

After⁠ hearing his story,​‍​ Perda and Isabella⁠‍⁠ understood one thing.​​

“So​​‍ when they said‍‍‌ they would hand‍‍ over the Dandollo​‍ Company, they meant‌​‍ they would hand‍​ over everything Tilda⁠ had prepared.”

It​⁠⁠ had seemed somewhat‍ strange that they‍​​ would promise to⁠‍ transfer one of​​ the Empire’s largest‍ trading companies.

But‌‍⁠ as Frank Fontaine‌‌‍ continued confessing things,​⁠ the full picture‍​ gradually began to‍ reveal itself.

— They promised that‌​ if I cooperated,⁠ in a few​ years I would⁠‌ become an executive​ at the Dandollo‍ Company headquarters! In⁠⁠ exchange, I just‌​ had to hire⁠‌‍ and manage the‍ assassins!

“What‌⁠​ stupidity.”

He‍​ had thought that,​⁠‌ as a merchant,‌⁠ he would at‌⁠​ least carefully calculate‌​‌ the profits and⁠ losses before doing‌‍⁠ something like this.⁠‍

Then‍ he remembered something‌‌ Stephan had said.‌‍

That​‌ Frank Fontaine had‌‍‌ never been promoted‌⁠‍ simply because he‌‍ lacked talent.

And⁠​‍ that incompetence had⁠‍ also been completely‍ exposed in this‌⁠‌ rebellion.

Even​ so, Perda did​‌​ not blindly believe⁠‍ that Frank Fontaine​ was an absolute‌​ idiot either.

He​‍ was clumsily stupid⁠​‍ and clumsily clever‍ at the same‌‌‍ time.

Although‍​⁠ Frank Fontaine had‍ led the plan,‍‍⁠ he had also⁠​ kept documents capable‌‌ of proving that‌​ someone else stood​ behind that entire‍‍ filthy conspiracy.

In‌‌​ the section confirming​⁠⁠ who had provided‍‌​ all the funds,‍⁠‌ Henri Dandollo’s seal‍⁠ was stamped.

Tilda⁠‌ had prepared everything‍‍ so she could​ completely shift the⁠‌​ blame onto the​​​ Dandollo Company in⁠⁠ the worst-case scenario.‌​‍

And‍ Perda could use​ that document as‌‍ well.

“So‍ Black Bandana plans⁠⁠ to use this⁠ when they hand⁠​⁠ over the Dandollo⁠‍ Company.”

“Do⁠ you think it⁠ will be enough?”‌​‌

“We‌ can destroy the​‍ credibility of the‍‍ Dandollo family, but​‌​ transferring the entire​ company is still⁠‍‌ difficult.”

Either‌ way, thanks to‌ those documents and‌ testimonies, Perda’s work‍​⁠ became much easier.‌

Tilda‌‌‍ Pascal on one​⁠‍ side.

Henri​ Dandollo on the‍‌‍ other.

Now​​​ it was possible‍​⁠ to bring them⁠​‌ down separately.

‘Is‌​‍ Rico Dandollo really‍⁠ the client?’

When​​ it only seemed​‍​ like a matter‌‍‍ of protecting his⁠​‌ son and the‌⁠⁠ company from a trash daughter-in-law, he‌‍ had been the‍⁠ most likely candidate.​​

But‌‍ handing this document⁠‌ to Perda practically‍ amounted to expelling‍ his own son⁠‌ from the company,​‍​ even if it‍ meant saving it.⁠‍

And​⁠ it did not​⁠ exactly seem like​‌ the kind of‍⁠ decision a father‍⁠ would make.

“Even‌ if they end⁠⁠ up handing the‍ company over to‌ someone practically unrelated⁠​‍ like you, Regent​‍ Perda, the resistance‌‍​ will be quite​⁠ strong.”

“There’s‍ no need to​‌ worry about that.”‍‌

Perda‍‌ possessed the most‌‍ attractive element of‍ all.

Magical​‍​ engineering.

Many​ investors already coveted⁠⁠ it, and if⁠ it were presented‌⁠ to the Dandollo‌‌ Company, they would⁠ probably welcome a new administrator gladly.⁠

“Even‍ so, I still‍‌​ can’t imagine how‍‍ they plan to⁠⁠ seize it legitimately.”​​‌

“As​⁠ an administrator, do⁠‍ you think it‌​⁠ would be better‌​ to abandon this‌‌​ now?”

“This⁠ will greatly benefit⁠ the finances. How‌‌‌ could I withdraw?‌ I will investigate​ the acquisition further‍⁠ and begin preparing‌​​ everything in advance.”‍

“Do‍⁠⁠ it.”

Isabella⁠‌ pushed up her⁠‌ glasses while smiling.⁠​‌

As​ someone who constantly‌‌⁠ complained about financial‌‍‍ problems, that proposal​⁠⁠ alone was enough‍⁠‌ reason to celebrate.‍

While⁠​ everyone seemed satisfied,⁠‍ Perda glanced sideways⁠‍ at Ruri and​ asked.

“More‍ importantly, what about‍ you?”

“What​​ do you mean?”‌‌

As‌​‌ always, Ruri answered‌‍‌ in a cold​‌‍ and professional tone.‌‍

“I⁠‌ mean cooperating with‍‍ a human plan.‌ You don’t seem‍‍‌ like someone who⁠⁠ would enjoy something‍‌​ like this. Are‌ you really fine​⁠ with it?”

Ruri‌​‍ answered.

“I​‍ have pride as‍ a dragon spawn,⁠‍ but I’m not​ an idiot. I don’t see why⁠‌ I should cling‍ to my pride​ over something like‍ this.”

“Ah,⁠‍ yes?”

“More​​ than anything, if⁠‍‍ anyone should be⁠ blamed, it would⁠ be my lady.”​⁠‌

Ruri‌‍⁠ let out a sigh and began​‌​ complaining.

“Unlike⁠‍ other dragons, he⁠ never gathered treasures​‌​ and lived like‍‍⁠ a slacker. That’s‍‌ why we ended‍​⁠ up needing to‍⁠ attract financial resources‌‌‍ this way. So⁠ even an insignificant​⁠⁠ maid like me‌‌‍ has to move​⁠ around, don’t you⁠⁠ think?”

“It⁠​‍ seems you had​‌ quite a few​⁠ things bottled up⁠ against your lady.”‍

“Do⁠ you have a complaint?”

“No.”⁠⁠

Even‍ while insulting her‌​​ own lady, she‍ still moved for‌‌‍ her sake.

How‌⁠‌ could he not‍ find that admirable?​

“I’m​ only grateful that‌‍​ you’re making the‍ effort.”

Perda⁠‌‌ extended his hand‍‍⁠ toward Ruri’s head.‌​

Upon​⁠‍ seeing that hand,‍ Ruri flinched slightly⁠​ and lowered her‍ head just a little.

“Regent.”‌

Just​‍​ before the hand​ touched her head—​⁠

Isabella’s‍ voice interrupted the⁠ moment.

“What‍⁠ is it?”

“Are⁠‍⁠ you trying to​‌‍ pat Miss Ruri’s‍⁠ head?”

“That’s‍ right.”

“And​‍ why would you⁠‍ do something like‍‌‍ that?”

Isabella’s​ voice became more‌ aggressive.

Faced⁠‍ with that unexpected‌‌ emotional reaction, Perda‌ answered first.

“I‍⁠‌ heard that it’s⁠ more effective when⁠​ praising a child.”‍‍

“That⁠‍ is correct when‌⁠⁠ praising minors, but​​ precisely because of​ that, you should‍‍​ not do it‌ to Miss Ruri.”⁠⁠⁠

“Ah,​‌‍ no?”

“I….”‍

“You‍ haven’t forgotten that‍‍‍ dragon spawn possess⁠‌ extremely strong pride,‍‌‌ have you?”

After⁠‌​ hearing that, Perda‌ nodded.

Isabella⁠​ continued insisting.

“And‍⁠ above all, Miss⁠ Ruri is several​‌‌ times older than‌​‌ you, Regent. Although‌​⁠ she possesses the‍‌ appearance of immortal,‍‌ youthful, eternal purity⁠‍⁠ like a flower​ that never withers,‌ you must not⁠ forget that she⁠‌‍ is still an‍‌ adult.”

“Is‌⁠‍ that so?”

Although​‌‍ her words were⁠‌‍ loaded with clearly‌‌ biased embellishments, what‌‌ she said made​ sense.

Perda​​ turned toward Ruri‍‌ and questioned her‌​ with his eyes.⁠​

“That’s‌​ correct.”

Ruri‌​⁠ nodded.

“I⁠⁠ have lived hundreds‌​‍ of years longer⁠​ than you. Did‍‌ you really think‍ I would enjoy‌ being praised that‌‌ way?”

Although⁠⁠ she appeared to‍ support Isabella’s logical⁠⁠ reasoning, it was⁠ also obvious from‌‌​ her face that⁠ something internally bothered​‌‍ her.

However,‌⁠⁠ Perda believed it⁠ was simply wounded‌ pride.

“My‍⁠⁠ apologies. It seems​ my method of​‌ praise was incorrect,​‍⁠ so I will‌⁠‍ avoid patting your​‍‌ head in the⁠‌ futu—”

“No.”‌⁠⁠

The⁠‌​ one who immediately‌‍⁠ interrupted was Isabella,‍ as if she‍ had been waiting​ for that moment.‌

“There‌‌​ is another way.”‌‍​

“Another⁠‌​ way?”

“As⁠⁠ I said before,​​ that is a method of praise​⁠‌ an older person⁠⁠ uses toward someone⁠ younger, correct?”

“Correct.”⁠‌​

Isabella‌‌ adjusted her glasses‌​‍ and said,

“Then⁠​⁠ wouldn’t it be‍‌​ enough for an​ older dragon spawn‌⁠⁠ to praise a younger one?”

“……?”​‍⁠

“……?”⁠‌​

Ruri⁠ and Perda had‍ no idea what‍ the hell she​⁠ was talking about.‍

Isabella‍ pushed up her‌ glasses and spoke.​

“What‌‍‌ I mean is‌‍ that I, as‌ someone older, can‌ praise Miss Ruri.”⁠‍

“Hm?”‍​‌

“……What?”​‌

Perda⁠‍‍ became confused once​‌⁠ again, while Ruri’s‍​ face completely fell​ apart.

Both‍‌ of them looked​‍ as though they⁠⁠ were wondering what⁠​ kind of joke​ this was.

“What⁠‌​ exactly did you​ just say?”

“To‍‍‌ repeat it clearly,‍ I am saying‌‌​ that I will⁠⁠ praise Miss Ruri‍ by patting her⁠​⁠ head.”

Isabella’s⁠ glasses gleamed.

She‌ was being completely‌‍⁠ serious.

Isabella⁠ took a step​​ forward.

Ruri⁠ stepped back and‌‍‍ instinctively assumed a defensive posture.

“Do​ not come closer.”⁠​‌

“There’s⁠ no need to‍ be embarrassed. As‌​ someone older…”

Her‌‍‍ fingers slowly began‍‌‌ to twist.

“I⁠⁠​ plan to praise​ you very thoroughly.”‌‌‍

Her⁠⁠⁠ fingers moved with‍‍⁠ a flexibility impossible​ to believe from‌‍ someone devoted solely‌ to administrative work‌ and magic.

They​‍ twisted like tentacles‌ crawling up from⁠ the depths of⁠⁠ the abyss.

Finally,⁠ with a completely​ fed-up expression, Ruri⁠‌ fled as though‌ escaping for her‍ life.

“Ah.”‌⁠

Isabella‌‍ blankly stared at⁠ the place where​⁠ she had disappeared‍​ like the wind.​

Moments‍ later, she returned​ to her usual‍​‌ stiff and professional​ expression.

Perda⁠ spoke.

“It⁠⁠ seems that wasn’t​‍⁠ a good idea.”⁠​​

“……It​⁠‍ seems so.”

Isabella‍‍ genuinely looked disappointed.⁠

***‌​​

Black​ Bandana’s main base.​

In‌‍⁠ truth, there was⁠‍ no such thing‌‌⁠ as a fixed⁠⁠⁠ main base.

For​​‌ security reasons, the‍⁠ base relocated every⁠‍‌ three months, and‍⁠‍ the movement was​​ kept so secret⁠⁠‌ that even low-ranking​⁠⁠ members did not‌‌ know where they‍ would be going⁠⁠ until the very⁠​‍ day of the⁠​ move.

The​ place they were‍ currently using as⁠‍ a hideout was​⁠⁠ located in a mountain range in‍ eastern Serdes.

Long‌‍ ago, it had‌‍‍ been used as​​ a shelter by‍‌‍ traffickers and drug‌ manufacturers until they‌​ were exterminated, after⁠ which the place​‍ ended up becoming​​‌ one of Black⁠ Bandana’s dens.

It‌ was rare for‍⁠‌ outsiders to be​​‌ allowed into such‌​​ a secret location.⁠‌‍

And​​ it was even‌‍‍ rarer for those⁠‌​ outsiders to end​ up receiving killing‌​‍ intent.

In‍​ that sense, Zed‍​ Swallow was the⁠⁠ first case in‌‍ Black Bandana’s entire⁠ history.

“Zed​ Swallow. We always​​ saw you in​ drawings, but this‌⁠‌ is the first​ time we’ve seen⁠​⁠ your real face,‌​​ huh?”

“Ha,⁠‍ look how soft‌⁠‍ this bastard’s skin‍ is.”

Men⁠ with hands as‌‍⁠ large as pot​ lids began groping⁠‍​ Zed’s body.

Zed‌ completely stiffened while⁠ forcing out an​​ awkward laugh.

“Haha…‍‍⁠ could you stop⁠‌‌ touching my face?​⁠⁠ Even if it‍⁠‌ doesn’t look like​⁠‌ it, I put‌‌ a lot of⁠‍ effort into taking⁠‍⁠ care of it….”​

“Oh‍ yeah? Then let’s‍ check out your‌​​ ass instead. Some‍ people here enjoy‍⁠ men, and once​⁠ they see that​ ass of yours—.”⁠‍

“Bah!‍​‌ What’s the big​​ deal about touching​ my face? Go‍‌⁠ ahead and touch‍​​ it all you‍ want! Hahaha!”

Realizing‍ he had said‍ something dangerous, Zed‍ hurriedly tried to⁠​⁠ correct himself.

While‌​⁠ laughing, he cursed​⁠‍ his life internally.‌

‘Why⁠⁠ the hell did‌‌ I end up‍​‌ here putting up‌ with this…?’

He​⁠‍ hated Garnet for‍ dragging him there.‌​

But⁠⁠‌ he hated Perda⁠‌ even more for‌‍‍ selling him off.‍‌​

‘What’s‍​​ so important about‍⁠‍ money? What’s so⁠ important about a knight’s title?’

He‌​ thought about it⁠⁠‌ carefully and arrived‍​​ at only one‌‌​ answer.

‘They​ really are important,​ damn it.’

He‌​‌ had no choice⁠ but to keep​​​ smiling obediently.

“Brothers,‌‌ I have a question.”

“What‍‍‍ is it?”

“Why‌⁠⁠ are you all‍ so desperate to⁠ eat this guy‌​ alive?”

“Huh?​​ Didn’t you hear?”‍

Then‌⁠ the man grinned⁠​‌ widely and started⁠‌ brutally smacking Zed​​ on the head.‌​‌

“This‌ bastard violated our‌ young lady. Are‌ you telling me​ you don’t know‌ that famous story?”⁠

“Huh?⁠⁠⁠ I think I heard something like​‌​ that before, but⁠​ it was this​ guy?”

“Yeah,‍​ this very one.”‌‍

“Oh,⁠‌ daring to touch​⁠‌ our young lady….”⁠

Even⁠‌ the most innocent-looking‍ man began burning‌⁠ with rage, so‌‌ Zed frantically waved‍‌ his hands.

“Wait‌⁠ a second! Saying⁠‌ I violated her⁠‌ is way too⁠⁠‍ exaggerated!”

“Go​ ahead, explain.”

“That‍‍ day we had‍ just finished a really difficult mission,⁠​​ both of us‌ were exhausted, and‌⁠ we were comforting⁠​ each other. Then​‌⁠ a man and‌‍ a woman end⁠⁠‍ up alone in​ a room, the‌ mood turns nice,⁠⁠ and I thought​⁠‌ leaving at that‍ point would also⁠ be disrespectful….”

“And‌ then you acted‍‍ like a man⁠‍ and took responsibility?”⁠

“Well…⁠‍​ if I had‌‍‍ known she belonged⁠‍​ to a family‌ like this….”

“Did⁠‍​ you take responsibility?”⁠

“……I‌⁠‍ ran away.”

“Then‍ what’s the difference‌ between that and‍‌ rape, prostitute?”

The‌​⁠ hands gripping his⁠⁠‌ face became rougher.‌‌⁠

Now‍​ they had him‍‌⁠ completely immobilized.

“Haha…‌⁠ what are you⁠ doing, brothers?”

“We’re‍ not asking for​ much. We’re just‍‌⁠ going to leave​⁠ a mark on​​‍ your face. Then​ you can regret‍ it and marry⁠‍ our young lady.”‌​

“Haha!⁠​⁠ Could you lower​‌⁠ that knife!? I really don’t like‌ these kinds of‌ jokes!”

“What’s‍‍ a joke to‍​ you is reality‍ to us. Hold‍​⁠ this bastard down‍ properly.”

“What⁠‍ are you doing?”​‍⁠

A rough female voice‌ echoed through the​‍ smell of sweat‍​ surrounding those men.⁠​

“Oh,‌ boss, you’re here.⁠ We were just⁠​⁠ giving him a little welcome.”

“He‍‌‌ doesn’t belong to​⁠ the organization, so⁠‌ what kind of​⁠‌ welcome would that⁠‌ be? Besides, that’s‍⁠ not done with⁠ a knife.”

“Come​​ on, at least‍‍ he should feel⁠ like part of‌‍⁠ the family.”

Zed​​⁠ shot Garnet pleading‌ looks for help.‌

Garnet‌​ let out a sigh and drove⁠ everyone away.

“Stop​ screwing around and‌‍‌ back off. No‌⁠ matter what you‍ say, Zed is⁠⁠ still a knight‍ under the Regent.”‌

“Tch,⁠‌ consider yourself lucky.”‍‍⁠

“Next‍‍ time we’re definitely‍ checking out that​​ ass.”

At‌​‌ Garnet’s order, everyone⁠​ withdrew.

Zed,‍‌ who had been⁠‌ trembling like a gazelle surrounded by‌ predators, looked at‍​‌ Garnet and said,⁠‌‌

“Thanks​ for saving me.”‌

Garnet⁠⁠⁠ slapped him across​​​ the face.

Slap!‌​

“Ow!⁠ Why!?”

“That’s​ for the stupidity⁠‌ you pulled at​ Castle Valdrova.”

“You’re⁠ right, I deserved‍‌ that. So aside‌‍‌ from that, you’re⁠ not still holding​‍​ a grudge against​‍⁠ me, right?”

“Not‍​‍ for now. Although⁠ I still resent​‌ you, it’s not​⁠‍ enough to ruin⁠ the job.”

“What?​‌ No woman who’s⁠‌ been with me​‍ would ever say‌‍​ something like that….”‍

“……Do​​ you want to‌​‍ explode?”

“Sorry.⁠‌ Please continue.”

Even​‌ after so many‌‌​ years apart, there‌‍‌ were still many‍ emotions left between​ them.

They‌‌‌ could have gone‌⁠ straight to the‍​ main subject, but​⁠​ first they decided​‌⁠ to talk about⁠ everything they had‍ not been able‌⁠​ to say before.⁠⁠‌

“What⁠​‍ nerve you have,‌ still using the​ surname Swallow.”

“You’re⁠⁠​ still using it‍​ too, Pindteeth.”

“Don’t‌​‍ use that nickname.”​​⁠

“Why​‌‌ not? It brings‌‌‍ back good memories.”‍

“Didn’t‌ I break your​​ nose for using‌ it?”

“And⁠⁠​ I still kept‍​ using it with‍⁠‌ you.”

Zed‌⁠‍ grinned shamelessly.

Seeing‌ that face, Garnet‍‌ growled like an‍⁠⁠ angry dog.

“Don’t⁠‌ smile like that.​‌⁠ Easy women might⁠ like it, but‍‍‌ it only irritates⁠⁠ me.”

“Yes,​ ma’am.”

Zed‍‌ immediately erased the⁠​ smile.

Garnet​ took a deep⁠‍⁠ breath and spoke‍ in a cold​‌⁠ voice.

“I‍‍ need your help⁠‌ with this job.”‌

“What​‌‌ kind of help?”‌‍

“Infiltrate⁠ a mansion and​⁠⁠ find an object.”‌⁠

Zed⁠ waved his hands⁠‍ dramatically.

“Infiltrate?​⁠⁠ What ability would​‌ I have for⁠‍ something like that?‌ I can’t do‌​​ it.”

“You’re‍‌​ perfect for this‌​ job.”

“Based‍‍​ on what?”

“It’s​‌ the conclusion I reached after considering⁠ both your recent⁠ actions and the‍​ things you did⁠‌ when you were​⁠‌ a mercenary.”

“And‌ what did I do as a mercenary? I don’t‍‌‌ remember doing anything‌ special.”

Since​​ Zed kept pretending⁠​ ignorance to the‌‍‌ very end, Garnet‌‍​ let out a sigh.

“Do​‍ you remember the‍‌ battle at Castle‌ Palestina?”

“Of‌‍ course. It was‌‌ hell.”

“All⁠​ of us were‌ captured except you.​‍​ Everyone thought you⁠⁠‍ had escaped, but‍‌‌ in reality you‍‍ infiltrated the castle‌⁠ and got us‍ out.”

“I​​​ was just lucky.”​

“You‍⁠ had that ‘luck’‌‍ seven times. Maybe‌‍​ nobody else noticed,⁠⁠ but I did.‍‍ I know you‍ moved in secret‍‍​ to save us.”​

“You’re⁠‌ overestimating me too​ much….”

In‌ fact, even Zed​ himself was not⁠ aware of it.‌‌‌

He‌ did not see⁠ it as infiltration.⁠

He‍⁠ simply thought it‍ was the right‍‍ thing to do‌ for his comrades⁠‌ and that he​ needed to move⁠ stealthily in order‍ to accomplish it.⁠

He‍‌⁠ never believed it​​ was anything extraordinary.⁠‍‌

When⁠ he continued trying‌ to dodge the​‍ issue, Garnet decided​ to use her⁠‍ final trump card.‌

“Do⁠‍ you want me​‌⁠ to mention that⁠ you’re the last​‌‌ descendant of the​​ Red Eyes Tribe‌ too?”

Zed’s‍‍ expression hardened.

“I‍​ don’t want to‍ make this uncomfortable,​​​ but right now‌‌‌ I—.”

“That‌ information.”

“What?”‌​​

“Who‍​ else knows it?”⁠

Unlike‌ before, Zed asked⁠‌ with a completely⁠​⁠ murderous expression.

Garnet‌ endured that pressure‌ and answered.

“Only​‌​ me.”

“If​​ you’re trying to‌⁠ protect me, don’t.‍ Even if we​ have history together,‍⁠‌ I can’t let‌​ this slide.”

Garnet⁠ frowned and exploded⁠⁠‍ in anger.

“Idiot.‌‍‍ Who do you‍‍‌ think has been‍‌ controlling your information⁠ all this time?⁠‌ Every piece of‌ information about you‌ is under my​ control.”

“My‌‌‍ information?”

“You⁠⁠⁠ think you hide​ yourself that well?​​⁠ You think living‍ like a prostitute‌​ helps you stay‍‌ unnoticed? Idiot. If⁠‍‌ it weren’t for‌ me, you’d already‍⁠​ be dead. Do‍⁠ you understand? Everyone‍‌ would have figured⁠​⁠ it out already⁠⁠​ and captured you‌‍ to display you​‍​ like some zoo‍‍‍ monkey!”

While‍‌ Garnet breathed furiously,‌ Zed awkwardly scratched​⁠‍ the back of⁠ his neck.

“Really?⁠⁠ I always thought‌‌ you hated me‌‌⁠ enough to want‍​ me dead.”

“And‌‍‌ why would I want to kill‍‍‌ you? At the⁠‌ end of the​‍‌ day, you’re still‍‍ a comrade I shared life and‌‌​ death with.”

“Oh.”⁠

“Though‌ those people over‌​‍ there do want‌ to kill you.”​​

“Ah….”‌

Zed‍​‌ smiled, although his​⁠ face was completely⁠ pale and sweat‍ poured down him‌ in streams.

Garnet‍ let out a small laugh at‍⁠ how pathetic he​ looked.

“So,​​​ what exactly is‌ the job?”

“You‌ need to infiltrate⁠ the mansion and⁠​‍ find the medium⁠ of the Garden⁠‍‌ Contract.”

“Garden​ Contract… I’d prefer‌ to avoid problems‍‍ with witches from⁠​⁠ now on.”

“Your‌‌ name has already‍ appeared several times‍⁠‌ on their blacklist,⁠​ so it doesn’t​ matter.”

“Really?”‍​‌

“Are⁠​​ you stupid, or⁠​ are you only​⁠‍ pretending to be?”‍​​

Garnet‍⁠‍ looked at him​ as if he‍⁠‍ were useless before‌‌ returning to the​‌ subject.

“We‌‌‍ believe the other‌ side made a contract with Yor‌‍‍ Philiaz. We think‍ you’re the most​⁠ suitable for this⁠‍‌ job. What do⁠⁠⁠ you think?”

“It’s​‍ the best decision⁠‍‌ possible.”

For‍ someone from the​⁠ Red Eyes Tribe,​ known as Mage‌ Killers, magic users⁠ were easy prey.‌

A true witch would‌​‌ be troublesome, but​‍​ the enemy was​​ only a villain​ imitating those powers.⁠​‍

“Then‍ show me the‍ blueprints of the⁠ place I need‌‍ to infiltrate.”

Garnet​⁠⁠ placed an enormous⁠⁠​ stack of documents‍ in front of‌​ Zed.

An‌ image began forming⁠‍‍ in Zed’s mind.‌‌

The‌ blueprints and the​‍‌ locations of the⁠‌ identified objects.

With‌‍​ that, he began‍ pointing out the​ place where the‌ object he needed⁠⁠⁠ to steal was​‍ most likely located⁠‍ while mentally constructing‍ the operation.

When‌ everything finally took​⁠‍ shape, Zed looked​‌‍ at Garnet.

“But⁠​ tell me something.”​​​

“What?”‍​

“This‌​ doesn’t have to‌‍‍ be done completely‍‌ in secret, right?”‌​‌

“What​ do you mean?”‍​​

“I⁠​ mean if I can do something​‍ a little flashy.”⁠

Garnet‌‌ showed an exhausted‍ expression.

“……Are‍⁠ you planning to‍​ seduce Tilda Pascal?”‍⁠

“No,‍‍ why would I do something that​‍ annoying?”

“Because‌​ that kind of‍​‍ thing is exactly​‌ like you.”

“Haha.⁠⁠‍ You say you‌​ know me, but⁠​‍ you actually don’t.”‍⁠

Zed⁠ grinned widely.

“These‍⁠⁠ kinds of matters​​‌ only get resolved‍ once everything turns⁠⁠ into one giant​⁠ scandal.”

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