The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1181

 Chapter 1181

 

“What, what?”

Envy’s eyes went wide as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“What are you talking about! Why should I take responsibility!”

She slammed her hand down violently, as if telling him to stop talking nonsense. She seemed so flustered that she failed to control her strength, and the black void split open with a long tearing sound.

“No matter how powerful the Dragon Lord is, he could never create an absolute authority magic capable of exterminating all humans on the continent by himself. That spell reached the brink of completion because you helped him, so you have to take responsibility.”

Raon tilted his chin, his expression asking why she was questioning something so obvious.

“On top of that, in the end he even pronounced death upon me through dragon words that borrowed your power. If that being hadn’t helped me, I’d already be dead.”

As he spoke of how the Dragon Lord had pronounced death through dragon words, he deeply furrowed his brow.

“As you know, I am a vessel that being prepared over a long period of time.”

Raon placed a hand over his chest and let out a low breath.

“He carefully nurtured this body so it would never break, all for the sake of his advent into it, yet it nearly got destroyed by nothing more than some yellow lizard. Right now, that being is extremely enraged.”

He bit his lip hard, saying that Wrath was angry enough to burst out at any moment.

It’s true that the King of Essence is angry.

Wrath exhaled white breath from his mouth, as if he truly were enraged.

But the target of that anger isn’t Envy or anyone like her, it’s you! Raon Zieghart!

He grabbed Raon by the collar and shook him violently up and down.

Just how long do you plan on selling the King of Essence’s name! Why are you still doing this even after reaching Transcendence?

Wrath ground his teeth, as though he truly could not understand.

‘Because it’s convenient.’

Raon shrugged lightly.

‘You can see it yourself, Envy fears you more than the other Demon Kings. It’s only right to use that.’

Aside from Lust and Greed, the other Demon Kings are all uneasy about Wrath’s existence. It meant they were clearly inferior in might, and if that could be exploited, it was better to do so.

D-damn it! Why did the King of Essence end up being leashed by a bastard like this!

Wrath yanked at his own cheeks and screamed, seemingly foreseeing that his name would continue to be used like this in the future.

Envy! Don’t listen to this bastard! Use everything you’ve stockpiled and wipe the land clean!

He waved his hands wildly, telling her not to hold back, but of course, she couldn’t see him.

“Envy.”

Raon stroked the trembling Wrath’s head and looked at Envy.

“I barely managed to stop that being from coming out right now.”

He drew up wrath within his soul once more, revealing to Envy that Wrath was right beside him.

“Ugh!”

Envy bit down hard on her lips and clutched her beautiful green hair.

“That being is generous. He won’t demand what you can’t do.”

Raon tilted his chin as he offered Envy a carrot after having lashed her with the whip.

“But if you run away from this place, that being says he’ll chase you to the very end and demand responsibility for what happened today. No, before that, he says he will turn every avatar and vessel you have prepared on the land into blocks of ice.”

He spoke in a chilling voice, as though Wrath himself were speaking.

“You crazy bastard….”

Envy glared at Raon, her fist trembling violently. It seemed she was forcibly suppressing her anger as she imagined Wrath behind him.

Huh…?

Wrath blinked blankly.

How did you know that Envy had created avatars and vessels on the land?

‘You said it just a moment ago. You told her to use everything she had stockpiled and wipe the land clean.’

That’s exactly it! The King of Essence only said “things she’d stockpiled”!

He frowned deeply, unable to understand it no matter how much he thought about it.

‘Envy is the type who prefers expanding her forces rather than relying on her own might. You could see it back in Mustan’s case, and you can see it again from what happened with the Dragon Lord this time. And you gave the hint that they were stockpiled preparations, so the conclusion was obvious.’

Raon smiled faintly, saying it was nothing more than a simple guess.

Damn it…

Seeing Envy’s twisted expression, Wrath let out a sigh as if he could already tell the result.

Seriously, this damned bastard’s scheming is scarier than his sword!

He ground his teeth, saying it was the kind of brain you couldn’t like even if you tried.

“Damn you, Wrath! Accursed Wrath! A monkey who’s only strong and nothing else!”

Envy stomped her foot while viciously shouting Wrath’s name, not Raon’s. She seemed so enraged that space itself twisted, as if it might collapse under her step.

“……”

Raon broke out in a cold sweat down his back at Envy’s might, yet he waited calmly with his arms crossed.

“Haa….”

Envy let out a long breath, seeming to have vented some of her anger, and straightened her waist.

“Fine. I’ll wait….”

She nodded as if she had no choice and stepped back.

…….

Wrath could only blink as he watched.

Wait, you’re the one doing the bullshit, so why is the King of Essence the one getting cursed…?

His blue eyes shimmered with tears, looking utterly wronged.

‘I’ll buy you something tasty later.’

Raon patted Wrath’s back and walked back toward the Dragon Lord.

“Envy?”

He laughed in disbelief as he looked at the Dragon Lord’s trembling eyes.

“How can a dragon feel envy toward a human?”

He tilted his chin, asking when and where that envy toward Glenn had begun.

[…….]

The Dragon Lord, seemingly embarrassed, kept his mouth tightly shut and did not answer.

“Speak. Everything’s already been exposed, what are you trying to hide now?”

Raon sneered and kicked the Dragon Lord’s head.

“Were you that enraged at being pushed back by Glenn Zieghart in might? Because you’re no longer the strongest race on the continent?”

Demanding an answer, he shook the Dragon Lord’s soul with the Heart Sword.

[Keuuuuugh!]

The Dragon Lord groaned, his eyes twisting from the pain of the Heart Sword. Even so, he still didn’t open his mouth.

“Have some shame. The power you were given was innate, while Glenn Zieghart’s power is something he built up himself. If you were going to feel envy, then—”

[No!]

The Dragon Lord shouted savagely.

[I did not envy Glenn Zieghart because of might!]

He shook his chin briefly, as if denying that he envied Glenn simply because he was strong.

“Then what?”

Raon lowered his hand, telling him to continue.

[His eyes.]

“Eyes?”

Not understanding, Raon tilted his head.

[Glenn Zieghart’s eyes. Eyes that understand all things, eyes of one who places everything beneath his feet. He looked down on me, on me, the king of all dragons!]

The Dragon Lord ground his teeth, as if Glenn’s eyes had looked down on him with contempt.

[Those eyes are only fitting when I look upon insect-like humans. A mere human had no right to look at me with such eyes!]

He snorted angrily, saying he could not tolerate being regarded as inferior by a human, the way he himself looked at humans.

[I, as the Dragon Lord—]

“Ah, so….”

Raon twisted the corner of his mouth upward and cut him off.

“So you usually looked at humans like insects, and you got angry because a human treated you the same way. That’s why you wallowed in filthy envy and even created magic with the intention of killing all humans.”

It was so absurd that laughter, no, a sigh, escaped him.

[Don’t mock me! If you haven’t experienced it yourself—]

“I’ve experienced it my entire life.”

Raon raised his fist and smashed the Dragon Lord’s rolling eyeball.

[Kuaaaargh!]

The Dragon Lord screamed in agony as his eye burst, his entire body trembling violently.

“Mockery, contempt, and gazes filled with disgust, like looking at an insect, I’ve received those my whole life.”

Raon swept back his blood-soaked hair and furrowed his brow.

“And I turned those twisted gazes into my own strength. I didn’t even think about killing everyone, unlike you.”

He shook his head, saying he was fundamentally different from the Dragon Lord.

“Glenn Zieghart is the same. He faced many trials, but he overcame them with his own strength to reach where he stands now. No one would entertain such a vile thought, borrowing another’s power to slaughter everyone, like you.”

He snorted, saying he wasn’t fit to be a mediator, let alone a lord.

“Besides, your belief that Glenn Zieghart was looking down on you was likely a delusion. He isn't that kind of person.”

Raon recalled the warmth Glenn showed now, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

[Y-you wouldn't know! Glenn Zieghart’s eyes were…!]

“You never even had a proper conversation with him, did you? You just convinced yourself of that and fell into a victim complex.”

There was no way Glenn would have looked at a dragon with contempt for no reason at all. There had to be some other reason.

[Lo, Lord….]

[To think he really felt envy toward a human….]

[Strip him of the lord’s position immediately! So many of our kin died because of him!]

[I can’t believe it, even hearing it with my own ears.]

[That’s not a dragon, it’s a human way of thinking!]

[Let’s go back. There’s no longer any reason to fight.]

[A new Lord… no, that’s something to think about later.]

The dragons who had come to save the Dragon Lord seemed to have lost the will to fight, their shoulders drooped, and they folded their wings.

“Lord….”

Bartius’s eyes flashed with a beastlike ferocity, as if he found the Lord of the same tribe loathsome.

“So the real madman was right here.”

The Red Dragon Balasiur returned to his human form and let out a hollow laugh.

“I don’t even know why I feel sorry for the Lord.”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren shook her head.

“Sorry for him? I want to melt him with poison right now!”

The Black Dragon Dariauran ground his teeth, as if he wanted to kill the Dragon Lord on the spot.

“Still, it’s fortunate that things were resolved.”

The White Dragon Bursiarabi nodded his chin, as if relieved that things had at least ended well.

[Ugh… I, I…]

“That’s enough about envy. Let’s move on to something more important.”

Raon felt he understood why the Dragon Lord hated humans and sided with the archangel, so there was no need to waste any more time.

“You know where Derus Robert is, don’t you?”

Raon shook his head as he flicked the blood from his soaked hand.

[I—I don’t know.]

The Dragon Lord shook his head as he regenerated his burst eyeball with magic.

[He always contacts me first, so I have no way of knowing.]

He panted, saying it had been quite some time since Derus had last contacted him.

“Seems you really don’t know yet.”

Raon gently extended his hand toward the Dragon Lord.

“As long as the Heart Sword is embedded in your soul, any lie shows immediately.”

Because he could distinguish truth from falsehood through the Heart Sword’s vibrations, he could tell at once that the Dragon Lord was lying.

[Ugh….]

The Dragon Lord’s lips trembled, as though he hadn’t thought that far.

“Setting that aside, it doesn’t make sense that a sly bastard like you would trust Derus Robert so easily.”

Raon sneered and reached out his hand.

“Fine. We’ve got plenty of time. Let’s see how long you can endure—.”

[B-Boren!]

The Dragon Lord opened his trembling lips and shouted the word “Boren.”

[In the north, there’s a region called Boren! Every time he contacted me, I secretly traced it back, and the signal always came from there!]

He exhaled heavily, saying Derus Robert was definitely in a place called Boren.

“Boren?”

Raon deeply furrowed his brow.

‘That’s not far from Zieghart.’

Boren was a snowy region to the northeast, adjacent to Zieghart. It was hard to believe that someone as cautious as Derus Robert would be staying that close.

‘But it’s not a lie.’

The Dragon Lord’s soul did not waver. That meant he was telling the truth.

‘I’ll have to look into it.’

And as discreetly as possible.

If the information that Derus Robert was in Boren proved true, it would be a perfect chance to strike him from behind. It seemed best to prepare thoroughly before investigating.

“Bartius.”

Raon nodded and gestured to Bartius.

“It’s your turn now.”

He had obtained all the information he needed, so it was time to hand the lord over to the dragons who had now become his allies.

“Haa….”

Bartius ground his teeth, as if struggling to hold back his agitation, and stepped forward.

“Raon Zieghart. I think I’ll have something to say to you later.”

He narrowed his eyes to slits as he looked between Raon and Envy behind him. As a mediator, he seemed to want answers about the conversation between Envy and himself.

“Alright. I’ll explain later.”

Raon nodded calmly. Even in a situation like this, Bartius thought first of his role as a mediator, he could become a good lord.

That one might truly become a dragon, not just a lizard.

Wrath also nodded, as if acknowledging Bartius.

“Then….”

Raon curled the corner of his lips and approached Envy.

“Hmm….”

Envy deeply furrowed her brow, her beautiful face showing clear discomfort.

“That being’s conditions are twofold. First, you will participate in the war against the archangel. And second….”

Raon turned around and pointed at Burren, who was blinking blankly.

“You will pass your authority of envy to that human.”

Burren had envied me ever since our days as trainees. That emotion likely still lingered a little, so he should be able to receive at least some of Envy’s authority, which was why I chose him.

“Putting the war aside for now….”

Envy tilted her chin as she looked at Burren.

“Why should I give my authority to that human? There’s hardly any envy there. If anything….”

She slowly licked her lips and pointed to Martha standing beside Burren.

“That bitch over there is far more tempting.”

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