I Married the Dragon I Killed

Eastern Front Alliance Meeting.

Excluding the mandatory annual meeting, this was only the second time they had all gathered.

Perda slowly swept his gaze across the fourteen lords present.

Some had already lost the plump appearance they showed at the first meeting, and now their jawlines were beginning to stand out.

Perda spoke while observing them.

“There is a young man named Stephan.”

A young man named Stephan.

It was not a manner of speaking befitting someone who had barely reached nineteen years of age.

But even that choice of words, worthy of provoking ridicule, carried weight when spoken by Perda.

“I trust everyone here knows what kind of person that young man is.”

“Of course.”

“Thanks to him, we can now quickly obtain anything we need.”

One by one, they began praising him.

The Far East had clear limits when it came to self-sufficiency.

That was why most people simply settled or lived pretending certain things had never existed.

Stephan had been an excellent merchant who opened possibilities to improve their lives.

“And the reason all of you were able to do that is because I made a promise to that young man.”

Perda raised one index finger.

“I promised to help him become the owner of the merchant company.”

“The owner of the company?”

“Being a young master of the Pascal family should already be enough to inherit it.”

“That’s what I thought as well. But it seems the situation has become so difficult for him that he is even willing to give up that dream.”

For a moment, silence reigned.

Normally, Consilus would have taken advantage of the moment to manipulate the atmosphere, but this time he remained silently observing.

He wanted to see the others’ genuine reaction.

“Then shouldn’t we act?”

A viscount who seemed overflowing with a sense of justice abruptly stood up.

Another lord, excited by his words, also rose to his feet.

“That’s right! Thanks to him, the Far East finally became a somewhat livable place!”

“If we don’t even think about repaying that favor, we deserve to be punished by the sun!”

“Exactly, exactly!”

There were also some who agreed with uncomfortable expressions.

Perda carefully memorized those faces.

“I already understand all of your intentions. I would like to request that you send troops to escort the Pascal Company until it manages to stabilize itself. Naturally, without affecting the duchy’s defenses.”

“Of course! We will send thirty soldiers from our standing force.”

“We will send thirty-five!”

“Forty!”

The competition to demonstrate loyalty began spiraling out of control, so Perda was forced to limit the maximum contribution to thirty men per territory.

Even so, they gathered four hundred soldiers in an instant, in addition to around fifteen knights.

Perda handed the signed documents to Count Consilus.

“I leave it to you.”

“It shall be exactly as you wish, Regent.”

The problem with the company’s mercenaries was half solved.

The other half depended on solving the root issue.

Meanwhile, Perda decided to handle the rest personally.

“Ruri.”

“Yes?”

“Could you take me to the attack site?”

“Do you think I’m Lord Perda’s transportation service?”

“I don’t want to waste time.”

Grumbling, Ruri slid her arms beneath Perda’s shoulders and embraced him.

“Hold on tight. If you fall, I’m not rescuing you.”

Ruri spread her enormous wings and took flight.

From Castle Valdrova, the journey normally took two days, but they arrived in less than a minute.

The incident site was somewhat far from the duchy and belonged to ownerless lands.

That meant it was dangerous and worthless territory.

And fitting for the grim season, the scene was brutally devastated.

Members of the duchy guarded the area while attempting to preserve the crime scene.

Those in charge of the investigation were Dragon Spawn sent to maintain the magic circles.

And the one directing everything was Administrator Isabella.

Upon seeing Perda and Ruri arrive, she slightly lowered her head.

“You’ve arrived. Miss Ruri came as well.”

“Yes, I ended up coming by accident.”

Ruri made it very clear that she disliked Isabella.

It was not a typical rivalry between factions, but direct rejection toward Isabella herself.

“What is the status of the losses?”

“There were ten caravans headed toward the duchy in total. Three were transporting monster corpses, and the other seven carried goods destined for the branch located in Count Consilus’s territory.”

The three untouched caravans were precisely the ones carrying monster remains.

Naturally, nobody wanted to touch something so disgusting.

“Casualties?”

“Of the twelve merchants, eleven died and one is missing. All twenty-two workers died. Of the twenty hired mercenaries, only two died.”

“Very typical.”

Everyone dies except the mercenaries.

“Any anomalies?”

“Yes.”

Isabella pointed toward the area where the corpses were.

The bodies, each with a sword wound, were neatly lined up.

Perda naturally assumed they had been arranged that way during body recovery.

“They were already like this when we arrived.”

“Carefully arranged?”

“Yes. We asked the company’s scouts just in case, and they claimed they did not touch them.”

Ruri muttered incredulously at the unexpected situation.

“It seems the level of humans on the Serdes continent has improved. Who would’ve thought bandits would be so polite.”

“So it seems.”

Perda observed the bodies.

All of them were laid out in a straight line with their hands over their chests.

Was there really any need to go through so much trouble?

“There’s something even stranger. Some workers carried weapons, but there are no signs of combat.”

“No signs of combat means…?”

“They all died from a single blow. In other words, they were ambushed.”

Perda quickly understood.

“So they hired bandits from the beginning, not mercenaries.”

“That appears to be the case.”

It was a typical situation.

But even that typical scenario had something that still did not quite fit.

Ruri noticed Perda’s expression and lightly tugged at his clothes.

“Lord Perda, if they attacked a merchant caravan, then they clearly came to rob it, right?”

“That’s right.”

“But for a robbery, they ended up being way too modest.”

Ruri pointed at one of the caravans filled with valuable objects.

“Look. They didn’t even touch those things.”

An open chest containing golden candlesticks seemed to scream, “I’m right here!”

And yet the caravans containing valuable objects had barely been touched.

Everything stolen consisted of fresh products.

Some preserved provisions and weapons had also disappeared.

And as for jewelry and valuables, only four pieces were missing.

“Ruri, to answer your question, it was probably because of anti-theft magic.”

“Anti-theft magic?”

Ruri repeated quietly.

“To explain it, some high-value items possess magical tags that attach themselves to anyone who touches them without being an authorized merchant. Modern merchants use them frequently as an insurance method.”

“I see.”

Tracking magic that clings to the criminal like a mark.

Even so, there were always people who stole anyway.

“The stolen valuables were precisely the ones without that magic?”

“We confirmed that they were.”

“Who knew that?”

“According to the merchants, only they themselves knew.”

Perda stroked his chin while thinking.

“The two dead mercenaries.”

“Yes.”

“Did they have tracking marks?”

“I’ll check.”

Isabella released mana and examined both corpses.

Perda’s deduction was correct.

“Just as you said, they have tracking marks.”

“It seems they killed the ones who got carried away by greed.”

Putting all the pieces together, Perda reached a new conclusion.

“It’s highly likely the missing merchant was the mastermind.”

“That appears to be the case. In fact, it’s a method that occasionally occurs in medium and small companies.”

A merchant who from the very beginning planned to betray Stephan using a bandit group.

Simulate a complete massacre and then disappear after making off with a good portion of the loot.

The theory fit broadly, but even so, Perda still felt something strange.

There was still one piece that did not quite fit in his mind.

He carefully thought about what obsessed him so much and then asked Isabella.

“What if from the beginning they never intended to loot?”

Ruri and Isabella asked at the same time.

“They didn’t want to loot?”

“What exactly do you mean?”

“The looting would only be secondary. The real objective was murder and conspiracy. To show that the inside of the duchy is collapsing because of internal divisions.”

“Murder and conspiracy…”

After hearing Perda’s words, Isabella slowly nodded before slightly tilting her head.

“But if that were the case, there’s something strange.”

She showed the stolen objects while speaking.

“If the real objective was murder, then why take all the fresh goods?”

“Couldn’t they have taken them because they lacked food?”

At Ruri’s question, Isabella answered immediately.

“If they lacked food, then they should have taken all the emergency provisions. From the perspective of someone who needs to flee, stealing fresh goods is something not even a third-rate thief would do.”

Isabella was right.

Fresh food occupied too much space and was difficult to preserve.

If they had truly intended to escape quickly, they would have looted only provisions that were easy to store.

“If anyone was going to take those things, it would be people desperate for food. Refugees.”

“Practically synonymous with bandits.”

In other words, it could not be ruled out that they had collaborated with one another.

Perda also agreed with Isabella’s observation.

‘How unpleasant.’

Perda continued analyzing that irritating situation over and over again.

More suspicious than ever, trying not to overlook even the slightest suspicion.

Then, one of the Dragon Spawn assisting in the investigation approached Isabella and whispered something into her ear.

“Good news. We confirmed that there is one person marked with tracking magic.”

That was strange.

The two mercenaries who fell victim to their greed and activated the tracking magic had died right there.

“What did he steal?”

“It seems he took a gold coin from a merchant’s pouch. We believe we’ll be able to track the bandits using that.”

“A single gold coin?”

“Yes.”

Perda asked again.

“He took one coin from a pouch that only had one?”

“No. We checked the contents. It was a pouch that originally contained five golden for travel expenses. After subtracting one golden and thirty shillings used for expenses, he only took one of the remaining coins.”

In other words, from a pouch that still contained three golden and seventy shillings, he only took a single gold coin.

“Which direction is he heading?”

“Curiously, toward the interior of the duchy.”

That was truly absurd.

They worked so hard to avoid objects with tracking magic, yet ended up falling because of a single gold coin.

They were a bundle of contradictions.

Perfect and careless at the same time.

Cruel, yet polite.

A chaotic mixture of incompatible things.

Perhaps that stupid bandit would personally give them the answer.

“I’ll immediately organize a pursuit group and give the order to capture them all—.”

“No.”

Perda interrupted Isabella.

“There’s no need to order them brought in. We’ll go ourselves.”

“Ourselves?”

Isabella clearly disliked the idea.

“I do not believe it is appropriate for someone of Lord Regent’s status to personally deal with a mere bandit group. These matters should be left to subordinates.”

“I agree. You shouldn’t involve yourself in something like this.”

Ruri supported Isabella’s opinion and tried to stop him.

But if Perda listened to warnings like that, then he would not be Perda.

“I’m someone who isn’t satisfied unless I handles things personally. And I don’t want to leave any doubts in this matter.”

“Doubts?”

“Yes. There cannot be any doubts.”

Only Perda knew.

Revenge is more beautiful when it is clean.

“This is a work of revenge for Stephan.”

And a work of revenge had to be flawless.

Especially if it was revenge on behalf of someone else.

That was Perda’s philosophy.

***

Late into the night.

Following the tracks, they finally found the camp of those who appeared to be the bandits.

But it was different from what they expected.

There were no ruthless and cruel criminals.

Instead, around forty men, women, and children were gathered around several campfires.

“Can we eat now?”

“No. It still needs to cook more.”

“I’m starving! Listen to how my stomach growls!”

“Better that than dying with a stomachache.”

Even though Perda, Isabella, and Ruri were already quite close, nobody had noticed their presence.

Everyone’s attention was fixed on the campfire.

More specifically, on the pot above it.

“It’s ready.”

The children shouted with joy, and the adults smiled.

For that brief moment, perhaps they forgot that their lives were as fleeting as a fly’s.

Perda, Isabella, and Ruri.

Any one of them could wipe them all out with a simple flick of the fingers.

Instead of moving his fingers, Perda kicked a pot lying on the ground.

Tung. Tung.

The men, completely focused on the food, turned their heads.

A pot suddenly rolling toward them.

When they looked up, they saw a man and two women standing before them.

“…….”

“…….”

For a moment, silence reigned.

And the one who broke that silence was a bearded man.

He awkwardly unsheathed his sword.

Shing!

The firelight faintly reflected off the blade.

A sword far too well-maintained for someone with that appearance.

Perda immediately recognized it as a sword stolen from the merchant company.

“W-what are you doing?! Draw your weapons!”

Hearing the order, the others began reacting and hurriedly pulling out their weapons.

“Stop!”

Everyone froze instantly.

The one who spoke was the man dressed in half plate armor.

Unlike the other refugees, who were completely confused, he understood the situation.

“Everyone lower your swords! Kneel and place your hands on the ground!”

“What the hell—?”

“If you want to live, do it immediately!”

At his words, all the men and women quickly knelt and placed their hands on the ground.

People accustomed to surrendering rather than resisting.

Their reaction was incredibly fast.

Perda had intended to use one of them as an example to begin the interrogation, so that reaction caught him off guard.

The man stood up and knelt before Perda.

“I am William, leader of this refugee group. Is the distinguished visitor Perda Valdrova… Lord Regent?”

The way he spoke did not resemble that of an ordinary bandit.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“And after investigating the looting… you tracked us here.”

“Correct.”

It seemed they had already expected an investigation group to be sent.

“I assume you wish to know the entire truth behind the incident. I will explain everything, but I beg you to at least allow the children to eat first.”

He spoke politely.

And precisely because of that, Perda let out a mocking laugh.

“Rats that devour another’s grain and still dare act like humans while begging for compassion. You have no right to eat.”

Perda slowly observed them.

“From now on, anyone who moves without my permission will die. It doesn’t matter whether it’s an adult, child, or elder.”

Then he sat directly atop the pot he had kicked earlier.

“Confess properly. Or I’ll start by killing the children first.”