The Dragon Slayer Who Regressed After 1,000 Years - Chapter 6

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Dragon Slayer, A Thousand Years Later — Episode 6
It should have been that way.
“…!!”
The target’s body melted away in an instant, dissolving into nothing.
The assassin’s pupils dilated.
‘Fire, Illusion?’
Judging by the absence of flesh tearing into him, it was certain.
“Surprised?”
At the voice from behind, the startled assassin turned.
The target who had been lying in the Bedroom moments before now stood before his eyes.
‘I must kill him.’
There was no choice now that he’d been discovered.
Without hesitation, he lunged forward.
But then.
Crash!
Mid-charge, his entire body went rigid as iron, and he slammed face-first into the floor.
‘Paralysis Magic…? Where is the mage?’
He strained his stiffened neck, rolling his eyes around, but found no trace of a mage nearby.
Of course not.
The one who had cast the spell was glowing yellow eyes in the darkness beneath the bed.
“You came to kill me, didn’t you?”
The target approached and spoke.
For someone nearly assassinated, his voice was remarkably calm.
As if he’d anticipated this very situation.
“Who sent you?”
“…….”
The assassin said nothing.
Revealing information about one’s contractor was something only the dead need worry about.
“Won’t talk?”
Cain seized the assassin’s Dagger and drove it into his thigh.
“Ungh…!”
“Still nothing?”
Thwack!
With the second thrust, blood vessels burst across the assassin’s eyes.
Yet his lips remained sealed.
These were men trained to endure even agony.
“Right. You’ll hold out, won’t you?”
Cain stopped the torture.
He knew well that pain meant nothing to this breed.
“Bernatus.”
[Yes, Seer.]
Magical power flowed from the darkness, seeping into the assassin’s nostrils.
“Hah!”
Mind Control.
A 9-circle power beyond what human magic could ever reach.
For dragons, it was a trick performed between yawns.
Soon the assassin’s eyes lost all focus.
“Speak. Who did you come to assassinate?”
“Cain Asel.”
“Who gave the order?”
“Boleington Ragnar.”
“Of course. I suppose he would.”
Cain let out a soft laugh.
“Stand.”
The Paralysis Magic lifted, and the assassin rose obediently.
The pain in his legs seemed forgotten.
“Guide me. Take me to your contractor.”

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‘What is the meaning of this? Did that assassin betray me?’
Boleington, caught off-guard, rolled his eyes and began to assess the situation.
The target he was meant to kill had just walked in with an assassin.
Who wouldn’t panic at such a thing?
‘Whatever it takes, he has to die.’
Swish!
Boleington drew the Decorative Sword hanging on the wall and leveled it at Cain.
“So it’s you. The one who did this to my son.”
“Then you’re the father of the man who defamed my mother and me.”
“Insolent wretch! Fresh from some backwater hovel, knowing nothing of decorum!”
Despite Boleington’s fury, Cain merely shrugged his shoulders with an air of perfect calm.
“That’s another person for me to file a defamation complaint against, I suppose.”
“After what you’ve done to my son, you dare show your face here?!”
“I wanted to have a conversation with you.”
Cain walked toward the count at an unhurried pace and dropped himself into a chair.
“We should talk. Sit down.”
…….
“If you’d rather, keep standing.”
Boleington stood frozen, not a shred of tension visible in Cain’s bearing.
Creak!
“Father. What is—”
Walter, drawn by the commotion, stopped short in the doorway, his eyes widening.
“You’re… Cain?”
“It’s ‘Your Grace,’ if you please. Lack of manners runs in your family, I see—both father and son.”
Walter’s bewildered gaze shifted to the assassin.
He knew perfectly well who the assassin was—he and his father had hired him themselves.
Still.
‘Those eyes look bewitched somehow. Could he have been given Hallucinogenic Herb?’
If not that, there was no other explanation for what was happening.
“Count Boleington. Do you know what crime you’ve committed?”
“What? Crime? If anyone’s guilty here, it’s you!”
Cain exhaled slowly and continued with a cold gaze.
“The Red Dragon Camiloas.”
……!
“Your house follows him, doesn’t it?”
Boleington’s expression hardened visibly.
Information that no one was supposed to know had just come from Cain’s mouth.
“House Boleington made a pact with Camiloas. In exchange for the Red Dragon’s aid, you offered human sacrifices as tribute and sent Jewels as gifts. You shook hands with a dragon—mankind’s enemy. It’s an undeniable crime that should never have happened.”
Boleington said nothing.
Walter stared at his father, reeling from the revelation.
“Father, is this true?”
Even Walter, his own eldest son, had been kept in the dark.
“Hidden even from your own children. That’s rather surprising.”
Cain let out a soft laugh, looking at Boleington.
“Why don’t you just admit it, Count Boleington?”
“I don’t know what nonsense you’re spouting.”
“So you’ve sold your conscience after all.”
Cain sighed quietly and rose from his seat.
“Well, the Knight Order will uncover the details soon enough.”
He turned to leave.
“Stop right there.”
Boleington’s eyes had already kindled with murderous intent.
“Kill him, Walter.”
“Sir?”
“He’s the one who crippled Servan. He knows we hired the assassin—that’s why he found us! We have to kill him! We have to silence him now!”
Boleington screamed in agitation.
Walter found his father’s outburst unfamiliar.
He knew anger well, but he had never heard his father command a killing before.
“Could it be… that you truly are cooperating with a dragon…?”
“It’s better that you don’t know.”
“So it was true.”
Complex emotions flickered across Walter’s face.
Cain turned from the wealthy man and approached the door.
He spoke quietly to Walter, who stood blocking his path.
“Move.”
……
Walter remained motionless for a moment.
His father’s sin.
The family’s ruin.
A knight’s honor.
In that single instant, countless things rushed through his mind.
And then.
Shing—
Walter drew his sword.
The cold blade pointed at Cain’s throat.
“Forgive me, your highness. If I let you go, the Knights will descend upon my house, and they’ll begin their investigation. Then evidence will surface, no matter what. Since it’s true we hired an assassin, I cannot escape culpability either.”
Walter’s eyes had turned glacial.
“So you mean to kill me and silence this?”
“And then turn myself in. After I kill you.”
Walter glanced at his father, whose expression had shifted to shock.
“I apologize, Father. I will make this sacrifice. At least then we can bury the matter of the Dragon’s contract.”
“B-but, Walter…!”
Then Cain’s laughter shattered the gravity between them.
“Ha, what a performance.”
“What did you—”
“Is that some kind of play? Who dies by your hand?”
The moment came.
Thud!
Cain’s back kick struck Walter’s solar plexus.
Walter flew through the shattered door, coughing up blood.
“Ugh!”
His expression was one of disbelief more than pain.
‘I lost track of his movement for just an instant.’
How could a 5-Star Aura Knight have failed to block an attack from a 1-Star opponent—much less dodge it?
That thought clawed at Walter’s pride.
Whoosh!
Sword Energy bloomed from the blade.
“Prepare to die.”
“You too.”
Walter rushed forward.
Cain calmly predicted Walter’s movements.
With the Seer’s Eye.
‘Lower right.’
Since it showed him five seconds into the future, he knew what came next as well.
He concentrated his Aura on his right thigh and detonated it.
Twisting his body in one fluid motion, he slipped past Walter’s blade.
“Impressive evasion!”
Walter swung his sword with genuine killing intent.
For a 1-Star Aura Knight—and one facing royalty—to radiate such murderous aura would be impossible without accepting death.
‘Have I backed him into too tight a corner?’
Even as he evaded, Cain held that thought.
His limit was drawing near.
His opponent was a 5-Star intermediate-level Sword Expert.
Seeing the future meant nothing if his body couldn’t keep pace.
A 1-Star body couldn’t sustain even evasion for much longer.
‘I won’t be able to dodge them all.’
And as Cain foresaw—
“Die.”
The blade, charged with killing intent, thrust toward his heart.
The Seer’s Eye traced its trajectory.
A future where the blade pierced straight through.
‘If I can’t avoid it, I’ll deflect it.’
Cain poured every last bit of his Aura into his left ribs and detonated it.
His body twisted violently half a hand’s breadth to the side.
Screech!
The blade aimed at his heart scraped past his ribs instead.
Crack.
The sound of ribs fracturing echoed through his body.
“Ugh….”
The taste of blood flooded his mouth.
He’d avoided a fatal wound, but it hadn’t come cheap.
‘A 1-Star can’t stand against a 5-Star. My body’s too slow.’
Even with the skills from his past life and eyes that glimpsed the future, if the vessel couldn’t keep pace, this was what happened.
‘I have to get stronger. Faster.’
But for now.
‘An opening.’
Walter’s eyes widened in shock—he’d been certain the blade had pierced Cain’s heart.
In that fleeting moment of hesitation.
Cain closed the distance in a blur and drove his fist forward.
Thud!
The sound of bone cracking—but it was Cain’s fist that had broken.
Walter had blocked it with a sword wrapped in Sword Energy.
But the real attack came from elsewhere.
“Unh.”
Walter’s knee buckled.
A Dagger was buried deep in his kneecap.
While Walter’s attention was seized by the fist, Cain had driven the hidden blade from his other hand into him.
Walter’s pupils trembled violently.
‘I let him land two attacks. Twice. On me. A mere 1-Star Knight…!’
Rage surged through him.
This had to end now.
As Walter braced himself against the pain and began to rise.
“Young Master Cain!”
Walter had no choice but to halt his upraised blade.
Dmitri and the Knight Order members were rushing toward them.
“Walter! Stand down!”
At Dmitri’s command, Walter obediently lowered his sword.
Multiple 7-Star Sword Masters were visible among them.
‘It’s over.’
Walter squeezed his eyes shut in resignation.
“Young Master! What’s happened?”
“Dmitri, you’ve arrived at the perfect moment.”
“We followed the bloodstains from your Bedroom, Young Master. What on earth has—”
‘The bloodstains I left on purpose, of course.’
The reason he hadn’t staunched the wound on the assassin’s leg.
The blood had been an invitation for the Knight Order.
Too early and he wouldn’t get a confession; too late and he’d be in real danger.
‘The timing was a bit close, admittedly.’
His fractured ribs throbbed dully.
Cain pointed with his eyes toward House of Boleington and Walter.
“Arrest them immediately. They sent an assassin to kill me. And—”
Words spilled from his lips that should never have been spoken.
“They’ve been secretly collaborating with a Dragon.”

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