The Dragon Slayer Who Regressed After 1,000 Years - Chapter 47

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Dragon Slayer Who Regressed After a Thousand Years — Episode 47
‘You’re dead.’
Erica sneered as she watched Cain standing frozen.
With her master stepping in, escape from the Magic Tower was impossible.
And to think he’d dare try to take something her master was researching without permission?
But then something flickered across Erica’s eyes.
‘He’s smiling?’
The man didn’t just look calm—he was actually smiling.
She wondered if he’d lost his mind, but the reason became clear soon enough.
‘Ah. Does he not know who my master is?’
She’d thought so, but unexpected words tumbled from her mouth instead.
“Casien Astron. The Strongest Maister on the continent and Tower Master, correct?”
‘He already knows?’
Erica couldn’t make sense of Cain’s behavior.
If he knew, shouldn’t he be running? Why was he just standing there, calmly making conversation?
‘I suppose there’s nowhere for him to run anyway.’
But contrary to Erica’s assumption, Cain had no intention of fleeing.
His only concern was how to deal with the man before him.
‘I can’t kill him. Casien is someone I’ll need for what comes later.’
And he couldn’t slip away unnoticed, either.
‘I’ll subdue him and leave.’
Someone might have called it arrogance, but to Cain it was simple fact.
With the Seer’s Eye, he had no doubt he could hold his own against a 9-Circle mage.
Something about the way he didn’t back down seemed to surprise Casien—his brow twitched slightly.
“You seem to know me well.”
“You’re the Strongest mage on the continent. Or should I say second strongest?”
The blankness left Casien’s face, and his brow furrowed.
“What do you mean by that?”
“People think you’re the only 9-Circle user alive, but the truth is there are two humans with 9-Circle power. Casien Astron, and Olberik Malkas.”
Casien’s eyes, which had been calm, began to roil.
Now even anger was visible there.
“How do you know that name?”
“I read it in a book.”
Of course, it was a lie.
But Casien didn’t seem to believe him.
Murder was already gleaming in his gaze.
“Who are you? Are you one of Olberik’s servants?”
“Hardly. My pride’s too expensive to waste working under a rotting fool like him.”
……
Casien fell silent, his gaze dropping downward.
“Why are you taking that Jewel Box?”
“It’s mine.”
“It’s yours?”
“That’s right. I was going to just take it at first, but since you’ve kept it safe for fifteen years, I thought I’d give you a Poison Pouch as compensation.”
Over the man’s shoulder, Cain could see the pouch in Erica’s hand.
“How did you obtain a Black Dragon’s Poison Pouch?”
“I don’t see any reason I should tell you that.”
“Did Olberik send you? To bring him the Jewel Box?”
“I already told you—no.”
Cain shook his head, but Casien didn’t move a single step from the doorway.
Now his gaze made no effort to hide its hostility.
“You know Olberik’s name, you’ve somehow obtained a Black Dragon’s Poison Pouch which is nearly impossible to acquire, and you’re trying to steal the Jewel Box claiming it’s yours. Everything about this is deeply suspicious.”
“You’re one to talk. You go into convulsions at the mention of Olberik’s name, you obsess over the Jewel Box—you’re just as suspicious, if not more.”
“……The fact that you don’t back down even knowing I’m a 9-Circle mage is also far from ordinary……”
“Suspicious or not, move aside. The transaction is done.”
Cain tried to advance, but Casien raised his staff to block him.
“If you take so much as one more step, you won’t be leaving here in one piece.”
“What’s your problem? I already gave you the pouch.”
“I can’t let you have the Jewel Box. It’s still an object worth researching. And……”
Casien’s eyes flashed once more.
“I can’t let you go. Not now that you know about Olberik.”
“And what will you do if you don’t?”
“Find out. Everything you know about him. Who he really is.”
As he spoke, Casien’s mana washed over Cain like a tide.
‘6-Circle…… at that age?’
Casien’s eyes sharpened as he noted the necklace at Cain’s throat.
‘And a Mana Amplification Necklace, no less. Where in the world did he acquire something so rare?’
Suspicious. Decidedly so.
He needed to extract information.
Mana gathered at the tip of Casien’s staff.
In Cain’s eyes, he saw the future: 9-Circle Magic, Mental Domination unleashed.
There was nothing else worth seeing after that.
The boy would become his puppet, spilling every secret he possessed.
‘You threw the first punch.’
Cain’s eyes met Bernatus’s.
The beast gave a nod—he’d been briefed on how to handle this exact moment.
Cain poured mana into the Seer’s Bracelet, and his presence vanished.
In his place, an illusion crafted by Bernatus took form.
That phantom—a mirror of Cain himself—accepted the Mental Domination in his stead and dissipated.
“!!”
Astonishment flickered across Casien’s face.
‘He knew I was casting Mental Domination?’
To think of blocking such an inescapable spell with Illusion Magic—
If he’d been Casien’s student, he would have earned full marks for that response.
‘His reflexes are……’
Casien’s staff faltered mid-gesture.
Bewilderment crept in, deeper than mere surprise.
‘Where…… did he go?’
It looked like Invisibility, yet Casien detected no mana flux, no sound, no scent—
nothing that a 9-Circle Maister’s senses could grasp.
To slip so flawlessly through the surveillance net of a mana-sensitive 9-Circle Mage—
it was unsettling. And strangely, exhilarating.
Casien swept the chamber with wary eyes.
Then, from somewhere, mana bloomed.
A rapid torrent of swirling mana streams.
Casien’s gaze snapped toward it.
A colossal weight of mana bore down upon him.
‘That’s a Blight Cannon?’
9-Circle Magic—how?
Even as the question formed, his hands moved on pure reflex, completing the incantation.
“Absolute Shield.”
Boom!
The concussion rippled through the Magic Tower, echoing outward in all directions.
“Ahhh!”
Erica was hurled backward, her spine slamming against stone.
Casien, undeterred, swiftly deployed a Barrier Field.
Right now, keeping his opponent contained mattered most.
Wherever the boy was hiding, he was effectively a rat in a cage.
Within the domain Casien had erected, no magic could bleed past the boundaries.
Whoosh!
As light erupted again, Casien raised his staff.
With the Barrier Field in place, defense was unnecessary—evasion would suffice.
“Blink.”
Casien’s form vanished in a flash, materializing ten meters away.
The coordinates of a Blink are known only to the caster.
In decades of casting, he had never once revealed them.
And yet.
“Don’t move.”
A blade’s edge caressed his throat, cold and certain.
“One wrong twitch, and your head comes off.”
Casien didn’t dismiss the words lightly.
A common blade would hardly threaten a 9-Circle Mage, but what lay across his neck was unmistakably an Aura Blade.
No mage could withstand an aura that could cleave through dragon scales.
Not even with the Absolute Shield.
‘It’s over.’
Casien exhaled without meaning to, his heart hollowed out.
Sixty years old, and he had never left the Magic Tower—his entire life devoted to research.
Countless studies remained undone, countless others still dreamed of. The list was endless.
All of it, about to end at the hands of Olberik’s subordinate.
If his rival and sworn enemy Olberik had sent this one, he would never be left alive.
“M-Master!”
“Don’t come closer, Erica. This isn’t your fight.”
Erica stared at him with widened eyes, but there was nothing she could do.
Once he’d exposed his neck, there was no escape.
‘This man’s skill is no small thing either.’
He’d used Blink just moments ago, and still the man had gotten behind him.
As though he’d known exactly where the teleportation would lead.
‘In all the world, there’s someone with talent like this…….’
Younger-looking than Erica by far, yet the level of magic was absurdly high.
9-Circle Magic, no less.
Had he altered his appearance?
‘Could it be that this man is… not even human?’
His identity remained a complete mystery, but what astounded Casien even more was the Aura Blade.
A Sword Master, then.
He should never have allowed such distance against a Sword Master.
A grave miscalculation on his part.
‘But what was that magic just now? It should be impossible to train in both magic and aura, so how did he……?’
The question was fleeting.
Casien decided it was pointless.
What did such things matter when his head was about to roll?
Begging for his life might be more useful in this moment.
‘A Maister has his pride. I won’t beg.’
Fortunately, it wasn’t necessary.
“!?”
The man had withdrawn his blade.
“You cast Mental Domination on a man who came to trade with you, trying to pry information out of him? What kind of manners are those? Does the title of Strongest in the Continent give you the right?”
“That is…….”
“I’m not going to kill you. I only came to retrieve what’s mine.”
“…….”
“So, will you dismantle the Barrier Field?”
“……I will.”
Casien dissolved the Barrier Field.
Cain immediately cloaked himself in Invisibility.
Normally, even with his body hidden, a 9-Circle Mage would sense the aura of mana—but through whatever means, the man emitted no trace of magical power that Casien could detect.
“Oh, and be careful of Olberik’s Apostle. They might be closer than you think.”
After that voice came from empty air, Casien waited and listened, but heard nothing more.
“Has he gone……?”
As his tension eased, Casien let the Staff in his hand drop limply to his side.
A 9-Circle mage, nearly killed by some unknown outsider.
None of it felt real.
Erica, who had witnessed it all, felt the same.
“M-Master. Are you all right?”
“……I’m fine.”
But watching her still-dazed master, Erica finally understood.
This was no illusion. It was real.
The master celebrated as the Strongest in the Continent had been defeated by a mere youth.

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Having subdued Casien, Cain slipped out of the Magic Tower without haste and turned to look back, his Invisibility now dispelled.
‘That old codger. His temperament hasn’t changed one bit.’
He’d merely tried to conduct a transaction—offering even a Poison Pouch as a gift—with his own possession, not someone else’s. And yet Casien Astron had suspected him of being Olberik’s subordinate and attempted to use Mental Domination on him.
Had it been up to him, he would have killed the Tower Master and everyone else in that room without hesitation.
‘Consider yourself fortunate—I’m keeping you alive for research purposes.’
If the research using the Poison Pouch succeeded, it would bring tremendous change to the world.
It would be possible to drive the dragons toward annihilation.
That was why he’d allowed Casien Astron to live.
That was also why he’d deliberately given him the Poison Pouch.
Even before the Regression, Casien had stood at the forefront of dragon slaying—he was undoubtedly humanity’s steadfast ally.

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