The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1183

 Chapter 1183

 

“Bartius of the Gold tribe sincerely offers his gratitude for the help given by the human, Raon Zieghart.”

The Gold Dragon Bartius spoke his own name and bowed his head once more. It was a stiff expression of thanks, but for a dragon like him, it suited him better.

“So that’s how you do it.”

The Red Dragon Balasiur lifted his head slightly and looked at Bartius.

“Balasiur of the Red tribe thanks the human Raon Zieghart!”

He, too, said his own name and struck his chest with his fist. It was his first time doing something like this, and since he was awkwardly imitating Bartius, the words came out clumsy, but the sincerity behind them was felt even more strongly.

“Raon. Thank you!”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren smiled brightly.

“Sirtiren of the Blue tribe will never forget the kindness shown by the human Raon Zieghart, who stopped the Lord!”

Unlike the previous two dragons, she ended her words gently.

“Honestly, we could’ve driven the Lord back ourselves, but thanks to you, things went much more smoothly!”

The Black Dragon Dariauran snorted as he boasted.

“In the heart of Dariauran of the Black tribe, the help of Raon Zieghart will shine forever like an unforgettable star!”

Unlike his initial remark, he expressed his gratitude toward Raon in poetic terms.

“Always acting tough, even at a time like this!”

The White Dragon Bursiarabi shook his head while looking at Dariauran.

“Bursiarabi of the White tribe offers his deepest thanks for the help given by the human Raon Zieghart.”

Having seemingly enjoyed many ‘Excursions’ in the human world, he expressed his courtesy the most politely and smoothly of all the dragons so far.

“If there is anything you desire, we will grant it, whatever it may be.”

Bartius lifted his noble gaze and placed a hand over his chest. The other dragons nodded, as if they shared the same sentiment.

“Hm….”

Raon bit his lip as he looked at the dragons, who had taken human form and were acting like humans.

‘To think I’d receive words of thanks from dragons.’

In truth, I had grown quite accustomed to receiving gratitude from people. Having carried out many missions and helped many others, it was only natural that I had adapted to it.

But dragons offering thanks like this, kneeling in human form and bowing their heads, was something I had never imagined.

‘Especially since this wasn’t role-playing for amusement.’

Because dragons live extremely long lives, they sometimes enjoy the amusement of living an entire lifetime as another race.

They transform into humans, dwarves, elves, or even monsters such as orcs or trolls, and live a new life. During that time, they truly become that race.

They set aside their arrogance as dragons and express greetings, apologies, and gratitude, but that is merely part of enjoying the role.

Unless something extraordinary happens, dragons do not reveal their own names. The fact that every dragon standing before me had staked their names to express gratitude meant they were prepared to give their lives for me.

Hoh!

Wrath tilted his head slightly, as if he, too, found the sight of the dragons intriguing.

Those prideful lizards giving thanks? And bow their heads in human form!

He let out a hollow chuckle, sounding genuinely surprised.

It seems they truly feel gratitude toward you.

‘That’s right.’

Raon nodded as he looked into the dragons’ eyes, which were filled with thanks.

‘They’re all showing sincerity.’

At this moment, the dragons had set aside their roles as mediators and were expressing gratitude as one existence to another.

“I won’t forget what you said, that you’ll grant anything I want.”

Raon gently lowered his hand and placed it on Bartius’s shoulder.

“I’ll work you hard enough to make you regret it.”

He smiled lightly as he said he would make proper use of that promise.

“We said we’d grant anything, but there is one thing we cannot do. We absolutely cannot act in a way that goes against our role as mediators.”

The White Dragon Bursiarabi shook his head, saying they could not abandon their duties as mediators.

“Do you really have to say something like that at a time like this?”

The Black Dragon Dariauran frowned deeply at Bursiarabi.

“Seriously, you’re frustrating. Do you think Raon would ask us to do something strange?”

The Red Dragon Balasiur clicked his tongue roughly.

“That’s not something you need to worry about. It’ll be something that fits perfectly with your role as mediators.”

Raon shook his head, saying there was no need to ask for anything strange.

“I’m just going to have you participate in the war against the archangels.”

Derus Robert would certainly summon all seven archangels and attack in the war that was now less than a year away.

Honestly, there was a high possibility of being overwhelmed in terms of power, but at that time, the dragons here would be a massive source of strength.

‘To think dragons would stand on the side of humans.’

Knowing what kind of personality the Lord had, Raon had never expected the dragons’ help and had only hoped they would not side with Derus.

But with the Lord and most of the ancient dragons who followed him now dead, the young and strong dragons led by Bartius could stand behind him and fight the archangels.

“If it’s that, of course we’ll do it!”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren raised her fist as if to tell him not to worry.

“Hmph, I only said it out of caution.”

The White Dragon Bursiarabi coughed lightly and turned his head away.

“A war against Derus Robert? Of course I intend to take part in that.”

The Gold Dragon Bartius shook his head as if that was a matter not even worth worrying about.

“As expected.”

Raon smiled faintly as he looked into Bartius’s calm eyes.

‘Since it’s good information, I should announce it quickly.’

The fact that the dragons were not enemies but allies was news that could give tremendous hope to the entire Five Kings.

He turned around so the story of this place could be delivered at once.

“Ah, yes!”

“Mmhm! Got it!”

Dorian pulled out an emergency communication letter from his belly pocket, and Evelyn activated communication magic. The two immediately understood Raon’s intent and began preparing to send the news to Zieghart.

“Bartius.”

Raon narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked back at him.

“You, you’ve changed quite a lot more than I thought.”

Bartius’s energy wave was as savage as a beast, yet as calm as the vast ocean. Though not quite at the level of the Lord, it seemed his might and soul had grown to that of a tribe leader.

“To change the dragons, I first had to change myself.”

Bartius nodded, saying he intended to take responsibility in order to change the broken mindset of the dragons.

“Responsibility? Don’t tell me you’re….”

“Yes. I….”

Bartius slowly closed his eyes, then opened them as he continued.

“I will stand at the pinnacle of the dragons.”

He lifted his chin, declaring his intent to ascend the throne of the Lord, the king of dragons.

“There are still strong ancient dragons left, aren’t there?”

Raon lowered his brows slightly. It was true that many ancient dragons had died recently, but others still lived, yet Bartius declared his intent to become Lord without hesitation.

“They saw the Lord’s crimes and still sided with him, or remained silent. Those bystanders have no right to be Lord.”

Bartius clenched his fist, as if prepared to fight the remaining ancient dragons to claim the throne.

“Want help?”

Raon tilted his chin toward him. If Bartius became Lord, it would greatly benefit him as well, so he was willing to assist.

“No.”

Bartius shook his head firmly.

“The Lord stands at the pinnacle of dragons. If I borrow a human’s hand, I’ll never make the other dragons follow me. And likewise, I don’t need these ones’ help either.”

He twisted his lips slightly as he met the eyes of the four dragons watching from behind.

“You don’t need to worry about me. Before the war with Derus Robert, I’ll become Lord and put the dragons in order.”

Bartius nodded, stating confidently that he would naturally win the battle to decide the Lord and march into the war. His bold conviction and confidence were enough to draw a hollow laugh.

“Alright. Then I won’t worry.”

Raon drew a thin smile as he looked at Bartius. Seeing that dignified appearance, it seemed his help wouldn't be needed at all.

“Then let’s move on to the next matter.”

Bartius wiped the blood flowing from his forehead and cast a sharp gaze.

“Envy, the monarch of Envy who tore through the dimension and popped out, and the Demon Kings’ authorities that erupted from you. What exactly were those? Are you truly the vessel of a Demon King?”

He let out a chilling energy wave, as if he might start fighting right away depending on the answer.

“No.”

Raon calmly waved his hand.

“I am simply the human Raon Zieghart. I am no such thing as a vessel of a Demon King.”

He struck his chest with his fist, stating that he was only himself.

“Then what happened earlier….”

Bartius furrowed his brows as if recalling what had been said to Envy about being a Demon King's vessel.

“Of course it was a lie.”

Raon lifted his chin confidently, just as Bartius had when declaring his intent to become the Lord.

“Huh?”

Bartius’ eyes widened in disbelief.

“Ahahahaha! That’s Raon for you!”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren burst into laughter, saying she had expected as much.

“You deceived a Demon King? You’re seriously out of your mind.”

The Red Dragon Balasiur shook his head, saying he couldn’t comprehend it.

“I’ll explain it roughly. First of all, it’s true that I possess the authorities of the Demon Kings….”

Raon explained to the dragons that he had either deceived the Demon Kings or built rapport with them to obtain their authorities.

“Crazy. No, seriously, you’re completely insane!”

The Black Dragon Dariauran shook his head from side to side, saying the more he learned, the less he could understand this human.

“To toy with Demon Kings using nothing but words… it’s truly absurd.”

The White Dragon Bursiarabi shivered slightly at the shoulders, as if Raon genuinely frightened him.

“There’s one more thing I want to ask.”

Bartius raised his hand.

“I understand that you used one Demon King’s power to deceive the others and built rapport with them. But for that to happen, the moment you met the first Demon King must have been crucial. How did that happen?”

He knew Raon wasn't lying, but he narrowed his eyes as if he couldn't understand.

“Ah, that….”

Raon curled his lips as he looked at the sulking Wrath.

“There’s someone called Wrath, the monarch of Wrath, someone kinder than most humans. I got help from him.”

He nodded, expressing Wrath not as a Demon King, but as a friend.

“Hmm. I’ve heard of the monarch of Wrath, but was he really like that?”

Bartius let out a low murmur, saying he had no idea at all.

Hey, you bastard!

Wrath came right up in front of Raon and swished his tail.

If you say it like that, don’t you make the King of Essence sound like some kind of doormat?! The King of Essence is the most terrifying king among the monarchs of Devildom!

Just as he was pounding Raon’s head with his fist, telling him to explain properly again...

[You have slain the Dragon King!]
[You have toyed with <Envy>!]
[You have achieved a great feat!]
[All stats….]
[New trait….]
[….]

Reward messages for this incident appeared before Wrath’s eyes and Raon’s.

Wha— No! There are too many of these! Why is this happening again!

Wrath stared at the floating messages with his mouth agape, clearly having never imagined rewards would appear here so suddenly.

‘See?’

Raon ground his teeth as he looked at Wrath and drew a deep smile.

‘You really are a doormat.’

*   *   *

“Sir Raon! I’ve sent the news of this place to Zieghart!”

Just as Raon was setting aside the reward messages and preparing to continue his conversation with Bartius, Dorian rushed forward.

“Good work.”

Raon nodded and told Dorian he’d done well.

“Yes. Then….”

Dorian smacked his lips while looking at the Dragon Lord’s corpse, as if he had something in mind.

“Bartius.”

Noticing Dorian’s gaze, Raon called out to him.

“Is it alright if we take the Dragon Lord’s corpse?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Bartius nodded, saying that now that the Lord was dead, it was nothing more than a corpse.

“Wooooahhh!”

Dorian screamed in joy at the thought of taking the corpse of the Lord, the largest dragon he had ever seen, and stepped into the dimension.

“How much do you think this’ll be worth?”

He hummed to himself as he tried to put the Lord’s corpse into his belly pocket.

Wooooooong!

Above the Dragon Lord’s severed neck, a golden dimension opened, rotating in a spiral.

Thoom!

Raon urgently stepped forward, using the Supreme Harmony Steps to protect Dorian.

“What now…?”

With his hand on Heavenly Drive, he raised his aura, but no one emerged from the golden dimension, it merely continued to rotate before his eyes.

“You don’t need to draw your sword. That isn’t an enemy….”

Bartius stepped forward in front of Raon and curled his lips.

“It’s the entrance to the Lord’s nest.”

He nodded, explaining that with the Lord’s death, the path to the hidden nest had opened.

“So then….”

“Treasure!”

Just as Bartius was about to continue explaining, Dorian lunged forward as if he had used teleportation, screaming wildly.

“The Dragon Lord’s treasure!”

 

 

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