The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1184

Chapter 1184

 

“The Dragon Lord’s nest…”

Raon smacked his lips softly as he gazed at the shimmering golden dimensional passage.

“I never imagined I’d enter the Lord’s nest like this.”

He had gathered information across the continent to locate the Dragon Lord’s nest, but that had been for the purpose of killing him.

He had never imagined that he would enter the nest after the Dragon Lord’s death.

“Treasure?”

The Gold Dragon Bartius narrowed his eyes as he examined the dimension leading to the Dragon Lord’s nest.

“I doubt that place contains only the treasures you’re hoping for.”

He stroked his chin, saying that dangers unlike those found in ordinary dragons’ nests were surely lurking within the Lord’s nest.

“W-What do you mean by that?”

Dorian wiped the saliva slipping from his mouth with his sleeve and turned toward Bartius.

“Is there something like monsters in the Lord’s nest instead of treasure?”

As if suddenly frightened, he stepped back three full paces.

“There’ll definitely be monsters!”

The Red Dragon Balasiur nodded his head vigorously.

“If it’s that perverted Lord, he must’ve made a ton of grotesque chimeras, so you’d better be careful.”

Snorting red breath from his nose, he warned them not to enter the nest carelessly.

“I don’t think so.”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren raised an eyebrow slightly.

“The Lord didn’t like making guardians.”

She shrugged, saying there was no need to be that tense.

“Bartius. What do you mean by saying there’s more than just treasure?”

Raon made a short gesture toward Bartius.

“The Lord never once revealed his nest. Even the ancient dragons close to him have never entered it. Just considering that, it’s obvious it’s different from an ordinary nest.”

Bartius deeply furrowed his brows as he looked at the Dragon Lord’s corpse.

“As Sirtiren said, there probably aren’t any guardians, but since something unexpected could still happen, it’d be best to stay cautious.”

He clenched his fist and then relaxed it again, as if declaring that he would enter the Dragon Lord’s nest first.

“You’re completely exhausted.”

The Black Dragon Dariauran snorted as he looked at Bartius.

“Raon Zieghart must be tired as well, so I’ll take the lead!”

He stepped forward, as if intending to enter the nest first.

“That idiot is saying something right for once.”

The White Dragon Bursiarabi raised his hand.

“Those who are drained should step back.”

He nodded, saying that those who still had stamina and mana left should go in first.

“No. Raon Zieghart and I will go first.”

Bartius shook his head firmly.

“I think I have a rough idea of what the Lord prepared.”

He exhaled a calm breath, asserting that it was right for him, a member of the same Gold tribe, to enter first.

“Raon Zieghart. Please go in first.”

Bartius extended his hand, telling Raon to enter the Lord’s nest first.

“Me first?”

“Yes. Because you’re someone I can trust.”

He revealed calm eyes, as if saying he would trust Raon no matter what he did.

“Alright.”

Raon nodded as he unclenched the hand that had been gripping into a fist.

‘I’m heavily drained, but not to the point where I can’t fight.’

His stamina, mental strength, and aura were not at their peak, but he was confident he could fight better than anyone else present.

“Then I’ll enter.”

Seeing Bartius’s nod, Raon stepped into the golden dimension connected to the Lord’s nest.

Wooooooong!

There was no sensation of his body floating like when passing through a dimensional gate. Nothing felt different at all, like passing through an ordinary door.

However, everyone who had been around him was gone.

‘Another black universe?’

The black universe where the Dragon Lord had hidden himself appeared once more.

As Raon wondered whether he had gone the wrong way, a man wearing a blue long jacket emerged from the edge of the universe and began charging straight toward him.

‘That’s…’

Raon ground his teeth as he looked at the man in the blue long jacket drawing closer.

‘Derus Robert!’

The man who had suddenly appeared and rushed toward him was his mortal enemy and a criminal of the continent, Derus Robert.

Wearing a sinister smile as though he had been waiting for this very chance, the bastard drew his sword.

“Damn it!”

Raon bit his lip and placed his hand on Heavenly Drive.

‘Why now of all times!’

If I were in proper condition, I might have been able to flee using Genesis, but now, my strength was completely drained, making even a counterattack impossible.

No method at all came to mind for overcoming this crisis.

‘Damn it… huh?’

Raon cursed under his breath and furrowed his brow, then froze.

‘Wait.’

No matter how I thought about it, this made no sense.

Derus Robert suddenly appearing just because the Dragon Lord died, he wasn’t an archangel, and that completely defied common sense.

Especially since the bastard had declared he would start a war exactly one year and one month later before disappearing, showing up here after barely one month was utterly absurd.

‘Then…’

Raon lowered his hand from Heavenly Drive, which he had been about to draw, and simply watched Derus Robert as he advanced with killing intent.

“Raon Zieghart!”

Derus Robert sneered and swung his sword down toward Raon’s neck.

The silver hair that curved fluidly like melted candle wax, the vicious eyes gleaming coldly, and the chilling aura overflowing with killing intent and brutality, it was unmistakably the Derus Robert etched into his memories.

Yet Raon did not move. Instead, he closed his eyes and accepted the savage sword strike with his body.

Whoooooosh!

There was no pain of flesh being torn or bones breaking. It felt only as though a gentle breeze brushed past his shoulder.

When he opened his eyes again, the black universe had sunk away, revealing a pitch-dark cavern without a single ray of light.

It was a massive space that would still have plenty of room even if an ancient dragon’s true body entered. This seemed to be the Dragon Lord’s true nest.

“Just as I thought.”

Bartius stepped out beside him and nodded.

“I thought you could do it.”

He wore a faint smile as if he had believed in him.

“That just now was….”

“It was a trap spell set by the Dragon Lord.”

Bartius snorted as he crushed a magic formula in his palm, seemingly having just dispelled it.

“The Lord placed a highest-tier illusion spell to prevent this place from being discovered. If you had tried to attack the illusion, this entire space would have collapsed completely.”

He nodded, saying that because Raon hadn’t attacked the illusionary Derus Robert, they were able to prevent the lair from vanishing.

“It was the right choice to trust you.”

Bartius curled his lips slightly, saying that even he himself might not have been able to fully escape the Dragon Lord’s illusion magic.

“Don’t trust me that much.”

Raon smacked his lips briefly.

“I almost fell for the illusion the Dragon Lord created as well.”

If I hadn’t seen Derus in person recently, I would never have noticed the illusion, so Bartius’s trust felt a bit burdensome.

“No, I will trust you.”

Bartius smiled thinly, as if he simply wanted to believe, and moved forward. Every time he reached out, the magic formulas remaining in this space were plucked out by their roots.

“I’ve dispelled all the traps and spells within the Lord’s nest.”

As if to say it was now safe to look around, Bartius created a light spell and floated it toward the ceiling.

Fwoooooosh!

The pitch-black darkness was pushed back, and the true appearance of the Dragon Lord’s nest was revealed very slowly.

“Huh…?”

Raon’s jaw trembled slightly as he examined the nest.

“Swords and books?”

So many objects that hardly seemed befitting of a Dragon Lord’s nest were piled up inside that he wondered if they had come to the wrong place.

“No, those aren’t just ordinary books….”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he read the titles of the books piled up like a hill, one by one.

“They’re martial arts manuals.”

The towering piles of books on the left weren’t magic tomes at all, they were all martial arts manuals. There were cheap manuals one could buy at a marketplace, but also rare ones whose names were recorded in legends.

“All the weapons over here are swords.”

Bartius frowned as he looked at the swords embedded on the right side.

“They seem to be a collection meant to overcome his inferiority toward Glenn Zieghart.”

He let out a hollow chuckle, saying it seemed the Dragon Lord had scraped together every martial arts manual and sword he could find in order to defeat Glenn.

Hah!

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, as if he found it ridiculous.

That lizard bastard even hides pathetic things!

He clicked his tongue, saying the Dragon Lord had never been the type to stand at the top to begin with.

‘Still, it looks like he tried in his own way to overcome that inferiority here.’

Raon shook his head, disagreeing.

‘If he had tried to fight grandfather with his own innate might instead of breaking down and falling into corruption, things wouldn't have come to this.’

It felt somewhat regrettable, thinking that the outcome might have been different if the Dragon Lord had taken the right path.

“There’s quite a variety of swords.”

Raon let out a whistle as he examined the swords the Dragon Lord had left behind.

“No, it’s not just variety, the quality differs too. There are many that could be called famous swords.”

From cheap iron swords that even a village blacksmith might throw away, to the True Emperor Sword said to have destroyed the Dark Empire long ago, there were all kinds of swords.

“Further inside, there are also the treasures you were hoping for.”

Bartius nodded, saying that there was gold and jewels deeper inside the nest.

“I’ll go and inform those outside about this place.”

Saying he would bring the others in, he left the Dragon Lord’s nest.

“Hmm….”

Raon was inspecting the swords when he turned toward the left, where the martial arts manuals were stacked, only to halt abruptly.

‘A book?’

In the cave on the right, which had been filled only with swords, a single book remained.

There was no writing at all on its black cover, and it didn’t look particularly old.

“What is this book?”

Raon narrowed his eyes and opened it.

“Huh…?”

What is it?

Wrath leaned in, curious.

What kind of martial arts manual is it, for you to be that surprised?

He wagged his tail up and down, urging him to hurry and explain.

‘This isn’t a martial arts manual.’

Raon pulled the book close to his chest, twisting his lips upward.

‘But it seems like it’ll be of greater help to us than any martial arts manual.’

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“Wooooooah!”

Dorian screamed at the top of his lungs at the sight of the mountains of swords and martial arts manuals, of course, it was a scream filled with joy and happiness.

“I-I can take all of this, right?”

Even after stuffing more than five dragons’ into his belly pocket, there still seemed to be space left as he dashed toward the mountain of swords.

“There’s gold and jewels in the inner cavern, so collect those first.”

Raon raised his hand and pointed toward the inner chamber.

“Yes, sir!”

Dorian ran toward the inner cavern with tears welling up, looking genuinely happy.

“What on earth is that pocket?”

Bartius tilted his head as he watched Dorian from behind.

“Seriously. Even I’m surprised by that level of compression. It’s something impossible even with our dragons’ magic.”

Sirtiren also tilted her head, as if she couldn’t understand it either.

“Lord… That old geezer even studied human swords to this extent, so why was he so pathetic….”

The Black Dragon Dariauran let out a sigh.

“It means his vessel was only that much.”

The White Dragon Bursiarabi slowly closed his eyes. It seemed he had once respected the Lord as well.

“Did he gather every sword and martial arts manual on the continent or something?”

Burren let out a hollow breath as he looked at the manuals piled up like mountains.

“There are disgustingly many of them. Dragons really do everything on a grand scale.”

Martha smacked her lips as she examined the swords.

“If there’s something you want, take it. Before someone worse than the Demon King of Gluttony shows up.”

Raon crooked his finger at Martha and Burren.

“Got it!”

“Well, in that case….”

Martha and Burren ran off at full speed to find martial arts manuals and swords that suited them.

“Raon. Are you okay?”

Evelyn approached carefully, as though she had no interest in the swords, manuals, or treasures, and was only worried about Raon.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

Raon nodded, saying nothing was wrong.

“Then why are you smiling?”

Evelyn gave a small smile as she looked at Raon’s expressionless face.

“Smiling?”

The Red Dragon Balasiur tilted his head as he looked at Raon.

“Isn't that just an expressionless face?”

He turned his gaze away, asking why she thought Raon was smiling.

“Can’t you see it? He’s smiling brightly.”

Evelyn shrugged, saying Raon looked extremely happy.

Ah, stalkers can read emotions now too….

Wrath glanced at Evelyn and trembled his lips as if fed up.

“Ha….”

Raon let out a dry laugh as he looked at Evelyn.

“Really, I can’t hide anything from you.”

He didn’t know how she could tell he was happy. She was frighteningly perceptive.

“You’re right. I’m in a pretty good mood right now.”

Raon nodded with a faint smile.

“Why? Because you killed the Lord and got all this treasure?”

Evelyn tilted her chin, asking for the reason.

“Killing the Lord was good, but the information that he died hasn’t spread.”

He lightly raised a finger and waved it.

“The Dragon Lord died inside a dimension he created himself. That means neither Derus Robert nor the Heavenly Demon will know about his death. It’ll have a huge impact on the war. And….”

Raon raised his hand and tapped his chest, where the black book was held, drawing a cold smile.

“I think I can finally strike back at Derus now.”

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