The Dragon Slayer Who Regressed After 1,000 Years - Chapter 19

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Dragon Slayer’s Return After 1000 Years · Episode 19
Fifteen Relics left behind by an ancient Seer.
In his past life, Cain had used three of them.
Things even the Dragon Lords didn’t know existed.
So most of the Relics were entirely new to him.
Yet he knew how to use them.
The moment his fingers touched one, understanding etched itself into his mind.
The Relic in Camiloas’s possession was no different.
‘Absolute Command over dragons. Quite the ability.’
The Seer’s Eye—letting him glimpse five seconds into the future—was formidable enough, but Absolute Command was something else entirely.
To bend that arrogant, powerful race to his will.
‘Though it’s limited to dragons, of course.’
For someone bent on dragon extinction, nothing could be better.
‘But it’s not without drawbacks.’
The command only worked on dragons up to a certain tier.
Against Adult Dragons who’d lived thousands of years or higher, it was nearly ineffective.
At best, he could make them bow their heads or close their eyes.
Forcing them to suicide or making them fight each other was impossible.
‘Still, it’s not entirely hopeless.’
To push through a difficult command, you had to drive the target’s will in that direction.
If you wanted a dragon to take its own life, you had to make it *want* to die. If you wanted two dragons to fight, you had to plant rage against the other in its heart.
Like Camiloas, who’d just left the Lair.
‘The rage toward Belakorss heightened Absolute Command’s success rate.’
Belakorss, the Black Dragon of Bellion Kingdom.
He’d known about that creature since before his return.
‘Greedy for treasure, that one is.’
Given the dragon’s aversion to loss, Cain had known Belakorss would hunt down Camiloas to steal his hoard.
‘Camiloas lost treasures he’d gathered for thousands of years.’
He’d been furious enough to say he wanted to kill him.
Breaking Camiloas’s will had been simple.
‘And I whispered the command directly into his ear.’
Close to the brain—Absolute Command would take hold all the more firmly.
“Time to go. Can’t miss a dragon-on-dragon spectacle like this.”
Cain moved.
Toward the direction Camiloas had flown.

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Belakorss’s wingbeats were light as he flew back toward the Lair.
[To think I’d acquire so much treasure.]
From the start, slapping Camiloas across the face and terrorizing him had been mere theater for theft.
But the fool had surrendered his entire fortune.
[I thought scoring half would count as success, yet he handed it all over.]
An unexpected windfall.
More than enough to cover the losses from the duchy’s burning.
Not just quantity—the treasures were of exceptional quality, stacked like mountains.
[Hehehehe.]
His lips curled nearly to his ears.
[Hmm?]
Belakorss’s eyes narrowed.
He caught the scent of kin on the wind.
Sure enough, a red dragon appeared behind him.
When he looked closer, it was Camiloas.
‘What is this?’
Did the fool regret giving everything and want it back?
Belakorss frowned and wheeled around in place.
[What’s the meaning of this? Surely you’re not asking for what you already—.]
Smack!
A tail came out of nowhere and caught him, sending his body reeling.
Fury surged before shock could register.
[You mad bastard—!!]
That was when it began.
The aerial melee erupted in the sky above.
Shriek! Roar! Screech!
Whipping tail, snapping teeth at throat, raking claws across back.
The black dragon and the red dragon tangled in midair, neither yielding.
By size alone, Camiloas was outmatched, but his smaller frame granted him agility—and so their bodies accumulated wounds, trading blow for blow.
The dragons came crashing down from the sky to earth.
Boom! Thud!
Thirty meters and fifty meters of massive bulk struck the ground; the earth trembled, and every creature scattered in blind panic.
[This mad bastard attacks without warning? Looking for death?!]
Belakorss’s rage surged into his tail.
Crack!
The blow landed squarely on Camiloas’s head, snapping it back.
But his will remained unbroken—flames spiraled inside his mouth.
Whoosh!
He was gathering himself to unleash his Breath.
[Has this lunatic completely lost his mind?]
Belakorss snarled a warning, but Camiloas did not stop.
Belakorss reached for Dragon Speech instead.
There was no other way to halt the Breath.
[Stop at once, Camiloas.]
A word-command that invaded the will itself—akin to the Seer’s Absolute Command.
It worked. Camiloas’s jaws clamped shut.
Immediately, Belakorss’s tail whipped across his face.
[Insane fool! You’d burn this whole region to ash? Die! Die!]
He beat the smaller dragon mercilessly, but no dragon dies so easily from such blows.
Unconsciousness, perhaps.
[Huff…… huff…….]
After venting his rage for some time, Belakorss regained his reason.
Camiloas lay motionless.
Only his breathing remained.
He was not dead.
[This is completely mad? To attack without provocation.]
He’d lost his own reason just the same.
But when a High Dragon is attacked first by a far younger dragon, what sanity could he possibly retain?
[All over some trinket of treasure…… Is this any way for a whelp to bare his fangs at an elder?]
He called it a trinket, though he understood well enough.
Had he seen his treasury emptied, he would have lost his mind too.
[Even so, you don’t track someone down and raise such hell! Arrogant little beast.]
It was perfectly clear who had raised hell, yet Belakorss spoke without shame.
If he had not struck the territory first, none of this would have happened, would it?
[When you wake, come find me and apologize. If not, I’ll tell your mother about this.]
Belakorss took to the air, leaving the unconscious Camiloas behind.
By the time he vanished beyond the mountain range entirely, Cain emerged from his hiding place.
“Dragon-on-dragon combat is no joke.”
He marveled at a sight he’d never witnessed even before his regression, when Bernatus spoke up beside him.
[He…… took quite the beating, didn’t he?]
Concern colored Bernatus’s tone, and Cain glanced sideways at him.
“Why? Worried he’ll die?”
[Well…… he is an elder, and he is our own kind, after all…….]
“Amusing. An arrogant dragon showing pity.”
[There’s talk of the race’s extinction spreading, you know? Surviving alone seems worse than if we all survived together.]
“Then you’ll be surprised when you see what I’m about to do?”
[What? What are you planning to…….]
Cain did not answer. Instead, he moved forward.
Drawing his sword, he walked toward the nape of Camiloas’s neck.
[Seer? What exactly are you doing…….]
Still no answer.
Cain was concentrating.
‘I need to fuse a five-star Aura with five-Circle power. Only then can I tear through his scales.’
Cain had not yet reached the fifth Circle, but through the Mana Amplification Necklace he’d brought from the Lair in Aolios, he could draw upon a power that came close.
Through the Mana Amplification Necklace he’d brought from the Lair in Aolios.
Screech!
Aura and mana wove themselves into one along the blade.
When he forced the two opposing forces to fuse, the sword shrieked like something in agony.
Crash!
Blue light and red light twisted together, rippling across the blade’s edge.
An unstable force that could rupture at any moment.
A technique only a Sword Master with two hearts could employ.
Thunk!
The power manifested on the blade pierced through the scales and drove deep.
The Adult Dragon’s scales that only a Sword Master could penetrate—and yet so easily.
In that instant, Camiloas, who had fallen unconscious, snapped his eyes open.
[Guraahhh……!]
“Silence.”
At the Absolute Command, Camiloas’s mouth sealed shut.
He could offer no resistance whatsoever.
The blade had pierced the scales and touched his very brain.
Splurch!
The crimson blood of the Red Dragon stained the red earth of the Red Flame Lands.
The massive body went slack.
It did not move again.
Bernatus, watching from the side, could not help but start at Cain’s sudden action.
[W-why… did you kill Camiloas…?]
“He knew I was the Seer, yet still showed me disrespect. You saw what he did yourself.”
[…….]
He killed him for such a trivial reason?
Bernatus said nothing.
Cain, noticing the silence, added more.
“Don’t worry. This is all part of the plan. Would I truly kill him for something so petty?”
[Y-yes, of course.]
Part of the plan to prevent the dragons’ extinction—at that, Bernatus found himself reassured.
He had no choice but to be reassured.
What Bernatus did not see was the cold light that had settled in Cain’s eyes.
‘All dragons must die.’
Slash!
Cain drew his blade and began to butcher the corpse.
When he cut away the scales and hide from the chest, a softly glowing mass was revealed.
A Dragon Heart.
The first thing one must claim when a dragon falls.
It still held warmth, trembling faintly.
Cain grasped it in both hands and brought it to his mouth.
Gulp!
[S-Seer, sir?!]
Bernatus’s eyes went wide.
Cain paid him no mind.
A foul taste wrapped around his tongue, but he did not stop—he chewed.
This was the fastest path to strength.
With each swallow, searing force coursed down his throat.
His heart began to race.
The dragon’s mana spread throughout his body.
Cain guided that flow toward his Aura heart.
“Ungh…….”
A pain as if his body were being torn apart.
But he had endured this before.
He gritted his teeth and bore it.
Moments passed.
“Hah…….”
A smile crossed Cain’s lips as he exhaled roughly.
‘My Aura has risen to the sixth Circle.’
He had ascended in a single breath to the upper echelon of Sword Expert.
“Are you… eating it?”
Bernatus asked in a trembling voice.
It was the second time witnessing this, yet he still hadn’t adapted.
“I thought humans couldn’t digest a Dragon Heart……”
“Because I’m a Seer, I can.”
There was no further explanation.
In truth, Cain himself didn’t know why.
He only knew that it was possible.
Cain shook the blood from his hand and raised his head.
“We need to leave before it arrives.”
“Arrives? Who?”
“The dead one’s mother.”

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Dragons divide their growth into stages by age.
Until one hundred years old: Hatchling.
Until five hundred years old: Juvenile.
Until two thousand years old: Young Dragon.
Beyond that, they are called Adult Dragon, and those over six thousand years old are known as High Dragon.
Ignision was a High Dragon of six thousand and twenty-one years—a Red Dragon.
A dragon supported by the Valerian Family, of an age similar to Camiloas.
And such a being possessed something that could not be traded for anything else in this world: a son.
Camiloas, an Adult Dragon of three thousand years.
Due to the independent nature of dragons, they saw each other’s faces only once every hundred years, yet a mother’s love knew no diminishment.
There was a link that connected only parent and child.
And just now.
“Camiloas…… Camiloas?”
That link had broken.
It meant something had happened to her son.
“Camiloas…… my darling!”
Ignision, too shocked even to remember teleportation, burst from the cave where she had been confined for years and launched herself into the sky.
To see her son’s face for the first time in a century.

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