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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 94: Fall

Chapter 94: Fall

The‍⁠⁠ source that allowed⁠‌ her to act​ like the owner​‍ of that house⁠‍‍ disappeared.

— What’s happening?

— Don’t you feel⁠⁠​ like something is⁠‌ strange?

The‍ voices of the​‍‍ men outside echoed‍‌‍ in her ears.‌‍

Instead‍ of chasing the‍‌ intruder, they began⁠‌⁠ talking about it⁠⁠ as if it‍ were even more‌ important.

— I feel like‌​⁠ my head suddenly‌ cleared up.
— It’s true.⁠‌​ I suddenly felt​⁠⁠ like something was​ wrong.

— What the hell?⁠‌‌ What have they‍⁠​ been doing to‍ us?

Then‍ one of them‌ asked,

— Now that I think about it,‌ didn’t that thief⁠‌ call Tilda a witch?

— Could it be⁠⁠‌ that witch was⁠ really using some‍ kind of spell?⁠

— It’s possible.

At‌ the same time,‍⁠ she heard footsteps⁠​⁠ approaching.

‘No!’⁠

Tilda⁠​⁠ instinctively ran toward⁠ the door and⁠ locked it.

Clack‌ clack!

“Lady‍​ Tilda, open the​ door!”

“Are​ you all right?!‍​⁠ Please answer us!”⁠

Bang​ bang!

They​⁠ pounded on the⁠‌⁠ door, but Tilda‌ did not respond.‌​​

The​ confusion soon turned‍⁠ into fury.

— Just like that⁠‌​ thief said, she‍ was a witch!​‍‍

— That witch definitely​‌​ bewitched us!

— Break down the⁠ door!

Everyone​‍‌ who had once‌​​ been loyal to‍⁠ her began furiously‌‍‍ shouting after the‍ spell was broken.⁠

She‍ was like a cornered rat.

‘I‍​⁠ have to escape.’‌‍​

However,⁠⁠ Tilda had already‍⁠ prepared even for​​ the worst possible‌‍ scenario.

She‍ ran into the‌​⁠ bathroom and threw​ out a rope‍ she had previously‍ prepared for descending‍‌ through the window.‍

After‌ quickly pulling the⁠ rope back up‌‍⁠ so as not⁠​ to leave traces​‌‌ behind, she left‌‍ the mansion and‍​⁠ began running.

The​‌‍ last thing she⁠ heard from the‌​​ chaotic mansion was⁠ this.

— The lord has​​⁠ died!

— That damned witch⁠ even killed the⁠⁠​ lord!

The‍ death of Rico​‌ Dandolo.

Tilda‌ did not understand⁠ what had happened,‌‍‌ but it no⁠ longer mattered.

She‌⁠​ was the witch⁠‌ who had bewitched‌⁠ that mansion.

An⁠ existence impossible to​‍ forgive.

She‌‌​ had saved her‌‍ life, but only⁠​ temporarily.

Her‍‌‍ life was now‍⁠ like a candle​​‌ before the wind.‌

‘Where​ should I go?’‌‍

How⁠ could she survive⁠​ in such a desperate situation?

She​‌⁠ thought and thought​⁠‍ again, but there‌⁠ was no future.‌‌

Just⁠​‌ as Yor had‍ said, she was‍​​ useless.

She‌⁠​ wanted to possess⁠‍⁠ everything, but she⁠‍ had never had‍⁠ the right to‍‍ do so.

Even​‍⁠ after obtaining power,‌ she was incapable‌⁠‍ of keeping it.‍

‘I’m⁠​ going to survive.’​

Even⁠‌‌ so, she continued‍‍‍ struggling miserably.

She‍‍ ran and ran‍‍ through the dark⁠ forest.

‘I’m⁠ going to survive!’​​​

But‍ even that thought⁠‌⁠ soon scattered like​‌​ a summer dream.⁠

“Ah….”‌‍‌

Shadows‍ hidden within the‌‍‌ darkness began twisting‍​ and revealing their‌ forms.

Men⁠ covered in black⁠‍⁠ masks approached her.​⁠

Tilda​ Pascal tried to‌ resist, but eventually‌‍ lost consciousness.

***‍

On‌​ a road not‌⁠​ far from the‍‌ Dandolo Mansion.

Three‍ wagons disguised as​‍ merchant caravans waited‌⁠ there.

The​ man with the‍ brown ponytail climbed‍​ into one of⁠‍⁠ them while letting⁠⁠​ out a deep​‍ sigh.

“Fuuu…‍⁠ that wasn’t as‌‌‍ easy as I expected.”

“Did‌⁠​ you really have‌⁠⁠ to do something⁠‍‌ so troublesome?”

Zed‍​​ smiled broadly as‍‌⁠ he answered.

“I‌​⁠ had to. Otherwise,⁠ everything never would’ve​​​ ended in a single day.”

“Didn’t⁠⁠‌ you leave too‍ many traces behind?”‍

Garnet‌ asked with an⁠ incredulous expression.

“Bunny⁠ Swallows?”

“It’s‍‌​ a fun name.”⁠⁠⁠

Garnet‍ glared at him,‌ but Zed answered​ with a smile.​‌

She​​ sighed as though‍‍ she had given‍ up.

“I⁠‌ knew you were‌‌​ unnecessarily good at‍​‌ talking, but I never imagined you‌‌ had that kind‍ of talent.”

“It’s‍‌‌ the secret art‍​ of our clan.‌⁠‍ We disguise ourselves‌​ as a circus‌ troupe to identify⁠​ idiots we can​‍⁠ scam.”

“Don’t‍ troupe leaders usually⁠​ do that?”

“When‍​ your father is‍ the leader, you⁠ can’t avoid it.”​⁠⁠

“I​​‍ see.”

Garnet​​ slowly nodded.

Zed‍‍ sensed movement outside⁠‌ and discreetly looked‌ over.

Men⁠ in black masks‍ were loading a massive sack.

“And‍⁠ what’s going to⁠ happen to that‌⁠ lady?”

“We’ll​⁠‍ send her to‍‍ the castle. We‌​ have to fulfill​​‍ the contract.”

“Hmm,⁠‍ then we’ll be​‌‍ traveling the same‍ route. Won’t there‍ be any problems?”‌​

“…Not‍​ exactly none.”

“What’s⁠⁠​ wrong?”

“Uuuhng,⁠​ Zeze?”

The‍‌ moment he heard‌​‌ that nasal voice,⁠ he understood.

The⁠⁠ pink-haired woman dressed⁠​ as a bunny​‍ girl sitting across‌‍‍ from Garnet smiled‍‍⁠ foolishly.

She⁠​​ looked completely drunk.‌​‍

“What’s‌‍‌ wrong, Pepe?”

“Uhehe,‌​​ Zeze. Did you⁠‍ see how awesome​‌ I was? For‌‍‍ only practicing one​‌⁠ day, I did‍​‌ amazing, right? Huh?⁠‌‌ Huh?”

“…?”‍

“Where‍‌ are you going⁠ to find a phantom thief like​‌​ me? Even I think I looked‍‌​ damn sexy. Look⁠‌‌ at this. Sexy~.”​

“…Did‌‍ this idiot hit​‌​ her head?”

Garnet‌⁠⁠ simply nodded calmly.⁠‌‍

Zed‍ discreetly looked at‍​​ the back of⁠‍⁠ her head and‌​ found an arrowhead⁠⁠​ embedded there.

So‍ that was why‍‍ she ended up‍​​ like this.

“Ahahaha!‌⁠ The arrows came⁠​⁠ flying shuuu and​​⁠ I couldn’t dodge​‌‌ all of them~.‍⁠⁠ Ahh~ how was⁠ I supposed to‌‍⁠ know one would​ hit me in​ the head?”

“Hey,‌​ hey, don’t move‌‌​ your head.”

She⁠ clung to Zed’s⁠‍ arm while laughing⁠⁠ foolishly.

Garnet‍⁠‌ sighed and said,‍​​

“From‌‍ what we checked,‍ it’s probably temporary​​‍ shock, so there’s‌⁠ no need to‍‌​ worry. We’ll meet​ a healer halfway‍‍ there, and they’ll‍‍‍ remove the tip.”‌

“What’s​ wrong, lady? Besides‌⁠⁠ being sexy, you‍⁠‍ also say smart‌ things? Want to‍‍⁠ burn together with‍‌‍ me tonight? I know how to⁠‌⁠ treat a girl​‌​ properly.”

Penelope⁠‍‍ growled like a dirty old pervert.​

Garnet‌ answered completely seriously.⁠​​

“She⁠​ hit her head‌ so hard even​⁠ her sexual tastes‍ got distorted. It’ll​ be dangerous if⁠​‍ we don’t treat​‌‍ her soon.”

Even⁠​‌ though she had⁠ actually always been‍ like that.

But⁠‍ neither of them​‌ had the courage‍‍⁠ to say it.⁠⁠‌

***⁠‌​

Tilda​ opened her eyes⁠ in the darkness.‍‍⁠

She⁠⁠ did not know‌‍​ where she was.⁠

But⁠ one thing was‍​ certain.

She​‍​ would not escape‌‍ the consequences of‍‌​ her actions.

Who​‌ was behind this?⁠⁠

Merchit?​

Stephan?‍⁠

Herman?‍⁠​

Or​‍ perhaps Rico?

All‍ kinds of thoughts​ crossed her mind‌ while her breathing⁠‌‌ became ragged.

No​​​ matter who it⁠ was, surviving would‌ be difficult.

Creeeak—‌⁠​

Shortly⁠‍​ afterward, a door‍⁠⁠ opened within that​‌​ darkness.

Someone‍‌ entered.

Tap,⁠ tap.

The​ only thing visible‍‍ beneath the dim‌ candlelight was a pair of elegant‍ black shoes.

“It‍ has been a while, Tilda Pascal.”‍⁠

A young voice, but​ carrying the weight‌⁠⁠ of someone middle-aged.‌

Tilda​ knew that voice‌⁠ very well.

It​​ was the voice⁠‍ of the man⁠ who had humiliated‌⁠ her.

“L-Lord‍​‍ Regent Perda…?”

He⁠ leaned his body⁠ against the backrest‍⁠‌ and then bent​‌​ forward.

Gray⁠‍‌ hair and blue​ eyes reflected in⁠ her own eyes.‌

“Tilda​​​ Pascal.”

Perda⁠‌ pronounced her name‌‍ once again.

“From‍⁠‍ the first time​‌⁠ I saw you,​⁠ I disliked you,‌ but you are‍‍‍ far worse than⁠‌ I imagined.”

There‍ was no emotion​‌‍ in that voice.⁠

Precisely⁠‍ because of that,⁠‍ it was infinitely‌ cold, like a frozen blade.

“Did⁠⁠ you truly believe‍‌‍ you could survive‌‍ after daring to‍‌ harm the merchants⁠​‍ supporting the territory⁠‌​ of the Grand‌‍‍ Duchess?”

Tilda⁠‌‍ opened her mouth.​

“It‍​‍ wasn’t me. Everything​ was my fiancé’s—”‍‍

Tap!‌‍‌

Perda⁠​⁠ grabbed some documents‌​⁠ and threw them‍‍​ onto the floor.​

Every‌‌⁠ act committed by​⁠ Tilda Pascal had⁠‍ been recorded there.‌‍‍

The​​ information had been⁠‍ provided by Black⁠⁠⁠ Bandana.

“Keep​ talking.”

Tilda‌⁠⁠ had no choice​ but to shut‌​ her mouth like‌ a mute.

But‍⁠​ only for a moment.

“…I‌‌ had to do‍ it.”

Her​​⁠ lips trembled as‌⁠ the words escaped.‍‍

“That‌​⁠ man they called‌‌ father only ever‍‌ thought about giving‌‌‌ everything to that⁠ damned Stephan from‍ the very beginning!”⁠

The‍‌⁠ emotions she had⁠‍​ kept bottled up‌​‌ for so long‌⁠‍ exploded.

“It​‍ makes no sense!‍ Why can’t I have it?! I’m⁠​ also blood of⁠ the family! I’m​‌ family too…! I also contributed to​‌ the Pascal Guild,‌ so why only​ me…!”

That⁠‍‌ emotion she felt.‍

Perda‌‍‌ could understand it.‍​

The‍‍ child Perda, who‍​ wanted to live‌​ as someone worthy‌ of a family‌ of knights, but⁠‌​ who was always‍‌ considered lacking.

He‍⁠⁠ never received any​ familial affection whatsoever.‌​‌

Perda‌​⁠ had hated that‍⁠ father.

“Even⁠‌ so, it does‍‍⁠ not change the‌ fact that you‍​‍ harmed the territory⁠ of the Grand​​ Duchess.”

“I⁠ deeply regret that​‍ sin! Truly! I’ll‌⁠ compensate you!”

Bound​⁠‍ to the chair,⁠‍ Tilda struggled and⁠ ended up falling⁠⁠‌ forward.

She‍⁠​ struck her head⁠⁠ against the floor‌‌ while pleading.

“From⁠ today onward, I will live according‍​‌ to my position.‍‌​ Have pity on​ this poor woman⁠‌​ and show me​ mercy.”

Tilda​​‌ cried between sobs.‍​‌

Perda⁠ merely watched her‌‌‌ silently.

“There‌ is something I am curious about.”‍​​

Perda​ said.

“If‌​‌ you answer correctly,‍ I will consider⁠​ letting you go.”⁠

“W-what‌‌‌ do you want⁠ to know? I’ll​⁠​ answer anything.”

“Zed⁠‌‍ told me something.”‍‍‌

“Zed…?”​

“The​ man who entered‌‌ your house. And‌​ the one who⁠ destroyed the catalyst​​ of the Garden‍⁠⁠ Contract.”

She⁠⁠‌ clenched her fists‍​‌ in rage the​⁠​ moment she heard⁠ that name.

Perda⁠ continued.

“Anyway.​ He told me⁠​ the catalyst you‌​⁠ chose was a family photo.”

What‌​​ Zed saw was‌‌ a family portrait‍ where everyone appeared​‍ smiling happily during‌ their childhood.

“Why‍ did you choose⁠⁠⁠ a family photo‌ as the catalyst?”‍

Perda​‌⁠ genuinely wanted to‍​‌ know.

Why‌‌⁠ a woman who‍⁠​ seemed desperate to​⁠‌ devour her own‌ family had chosen​‌‍ precisely that.

He‌​​ needed an answer⁠‌ to that contradiction.​​

“Well…”‌​‍

Then‌‌​ she answered while‍​⁠ crying.

“Because⁠‌‌ they are my‍‍ beloved family.”

Perda‍⁠ followed those tears‌⁠ falling from her‌‍ face with his‌ eyes.

“So‌‍‌ that was it.”‌​

Perda​ murmured.

“I-is​⁠⁠ that enough of‌‍⁠ an answer? Will‍ you let me‍ live?”

“I‍ never intended to‌‍‍ kill you in​ the first place.⁠ You will live.”​⁠‍

It‍ was the word⁠ “live” that sounded‍ strange to her.‌⁠⁠

It⁠ sounded as though⁠⁠‍ he was going‌ to take everything​⁠ except her life‍ away.

“Didn’t‌⁠​ I already answer⁠‍⁠ you? Then why…?”‌‍⁠

Perda⁠⁠ looked down at​‍ her.

“In​⁠⁠ the western part⁠‌​ of the continent,‌​ in Mist Valley,⁠ there exists a monster called Plurryman.⁠ Do you know‍‍ what it is?”⁠‌

She​‍​ did not know.‍​

There‌ was no way‍⁠‌ she could know.⁠​

“They‌‌ say it devours​‍ beasts and remembers‍‍‌ the last words​⁠ they speak. And‌‌ when it is​ about to be⁠ devoured by another‍ creature, it imitates‍‌ the voice of‌⁠ that beast. Do‌ you know why?”‌⁠

Perda​ answered coldly.

“Because‌​‌ it knows that‍ if it speaks​ like that, it​ will be spared.‌ It does not​ understand the meaning,​‌ but it knows​‌​ they will forgive‌ it.”

Perda‌​‌ understood perfectly why⁠ she had chosen‌ the family photo‍‍ as the catalyst.⁠‍

Because‍‍​ she wanted to​⁠ appeal to affection​‍ in order to‌‌‌ survive until the‌‍‌ very end and​​ crawl pathetically.

“You‌‌ are no different​ from that.”

It‌ was a lie‍‍ that she had⁠ contributed.

It​⁠ was also a lie that she‍ regretted her actions.​​

Everything‍ was nothing more‌​​ than lies desperately​‌ thrown out in​‌​ order to survive.​

“Thank⁠​ you.”

Perda​​ spoke to her⁠ sincerely.

“For​ turning yourself into‍ trash that does‍ not even deserve‌ to be remembered.”‍

Perda‍‍⁠ rose from his​‍ seat.

He‍​ stepped away from‍ the light and‍‍ disappeared into the‍ darkness.

Creaak—.‍

Bang!‍​

The‍‍‍ door closed.

The‌⁠⁠ room fell silent‍‍‌ once again.

The‍​​ question of whether​‌‌ she would survive⁠ or not lasted​‌ only a moment.‍​‍

Because⁠ she was not⁠‌ alone in that‍​⁠ room.

Someone‍ had already been​ there before Perda⁠ entered.

They⁠⁠​ had simply remained⁠​ hidden within the⁠ darkness.

That⁠‌ thing walked forward⁠⁠⁠ and revealed its‌⁠⁠ figure.

Tilda‌‌ doubted her own⁠‌​ eyes.

What‍⁠⁠ she saw were‍ silver scales and‌‌‌ a pair of​‍ horns that seemed‌ capable of piercing‍⁠ the heavens.

That⁠ form alone inspired​​ majesty, awe, and‍‍ reverence.

It​​ was a dragon.‍⁠‌

‘That…’⁠‍

Her‍‍​ eyes trembled.

‘It’s​‌ fake.’

There​ could not possibly‌ be a dragon⁠​⁠ like that inside​⁠ such a small‌‍ space.

Logically,‍ it was impossible.‍‍‍

She⁠⁠‌ tried to convince⁠⁠ herself of it⁠‍ again and again,​⁠ but it was‌‌‌ useless.

Because​ even logic and‍​​ reason were crushed‍‍‍ before the immortal‍ mystery.

Every⁠​‌ time it exhaled,​‌⁠ the scorching wind⁠​‌ and the growl⁠‍‌ that lightly shook‍‍‍ her eardrums became⁠‌ clearer.

Dragon‌⁠ Fear.

Even‍ as she tried‍⁠⁠ to convince herself‍⁠ it was fake,‍⁠ that unknown origin‌ became reality.

And‍ that reality was‌‍ a terror no‌ mere human could‌⁠‌ endure.

“Aaaaaaaaah!”‌⁠⁠

A long scream echoed‌‌ desperately.

But​‍ there was no​ one who could‍⁠ hear it.

***‍​⁠

Garnet⁠ and the Black​​ Bandana agents dressed‍​​ in black robes‍​ waited outside the‍ castle gates.

As‍⁠ everything was reaching⁠‍ its conclusion, the⁠‌ tension only grew‍‍ heavier.

Shortly​ afterward, a man‍​‌ emerged from the​ castle.

Garnet‍‍⁠ stepped forward and⁠​‌ bowed respectfully.

“Greetings,‍⁠​ Regent of Valdrova.”⁠​​

“I‌ left her exactly‍​ as you requested.”‌‌​

Then​⁠‌ Tilda Pascal appeared.‌‌

It‍ was impossible to‍ believe that this‌ ruined woman had​​​ once been a beauty courted by‍​ countless men.

Her⁠​⁠ hair was disheveled,⁠ her face gaunt,‍⁠ and her eyes⁠​​ unfocused.

Drool​ dripped from her⁠‍‍ open mouth.

She‌⁠‍ did not even​ resist as Ruri‍ guided her stumbling​‍⁠ down the stairs.​

A living corpse.

Faced‍‌ with absolute terror,‍ her mind had​ shattered, leaving behind​​‍ only the body.​⁠​

Garnet‌⁠​ respectfully lowered her​​ head.

“Thank​ you for honoring​‍​ the agreement.”

“It‌‍⁠ is still too‌ early to thank‍​ me.”

“Is⁠‌⁠ there a problem?”​​⁠

“Yes.”​

Perda‍ placed a dagger⁠‍⁠ against Tilda Pascal’s​⁠ neck.

At‌⁠⁠ that sudden hostage-taking,​‌ Garnet flinched.

“What⁠‍ does this mean,‍ Regent?”

“Isabella‍ explained something to​‌‌ me. How business⁠‌ acquisitions truly work.”‌‍​

Perda‍ said,

“I‍‍​ reviewed every imperial‍‌​ law and existing‍ case, but no⁠‍‍ matter how much‍ I searched, I could not find⁠​ any legal way‌‌⁠ to seize the‌ company. Even with‌⁠ Black Bandana involved.”‌

“Are​‌‍ you saying we‍​‌ lied?”

“That⁠ is exactly what​ I am wondering.‌ One of you‍⁠ lied to me,‌ but I do⁠​​ not know who.”​

Perda⁠​ tilted his head​⁠​ slightly.

“So‍‍⁠ explain it to‍‍ me.”

“…I⁠​ did not lie.”‌‌

“Then‍‍​ Isabella was the‌‍ one who lied.”‍

Garnet​​ bit her lip​‍‍ before responding.

“She​⁠‌ did not lie​‌‌ either.”

“There⁠⁠⁠ will not be⁠​ a second chance.​ You will have‌​‌ to convince me.”⁠⁠

“That​⁠‌ is…”

Garnet​⁠‍ could not answer​ easily.

She​​ had an obligation⁠‍ to keep the‍ secret.

And‌ at the same‌ time, she had​ to complete the​⁠ mission.

Especially​ now that they⁠‍ were so close‌⁠ to the end,‌ she could not‍ allow everything to​ be lost.

Garnet⁠​ knew it.

And⁠ so did Perda.‌⁠

The‌‌‍ situation was practically​​ impossible, but Perda⁠ needed answers.

Who‍ the client truly⁠ was and why‌‍⁠ they wished to​​ drive that woman‌​⁠ insane.

“It​‌ is perfectly possible.”⁠

Instead‌⁠​ of an excuse​ or explanation from⁠​‍ Garnet, the voice‍​‍ of a middle-aged​‍‌ man was heard.⁠​⁠

The⁠‍ voice continued.

“If⁠ it is determined⁠​​ that the highest⁠ executive is incapable‌⁠ of managing the‌ company, a new‍‍ administrator may be​ appointed through an⁠ internal decision. That​​‌ is one of​‌ the rules of‌‍​ the Dandolo Guild.”‌

It​⁠ was a mature⁠ voice.

It‍​⁠ came from among​‍​ the men wearing‍​ black hoods.

The‌‌ figure stepped out​‌ from among them⁠‌ while removing his⁠​​ hood.

“You…”‌

But​⁠ that supposed client‍ was someone Perda⁠​ never would have‍‍ imagined.

The⁠‍ man approached and‍‍⁠ greeted Perda.

“Henri​​ Dandolo, heir of​⁠ the Dandolo family,‍​‍ greets the consort​​ of the great​​ immortal.”

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