The Dragon Slayer Who Regressed After 1,000 Years - Chapter 61

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The Dragon Slayer’s Regression — Chapter 61
The Ragnar Family had been annihilated.
Walter still found it difficult to accept, even now.
Though he had been cast out from Asher, he remained Walter, once of noble standing, and he had convinced himself he would be treated with respect wherever he went.
But now none of that mattered.
He simply wanted to escape Cain’s grip.
“Please…… just leave me alone, will you?”
His wails echoed off the trees scattered through the forest.
“What did I do that was so wrong to deserve this treatment, you damned bastard?”
Captured by a Blue Dragon.
Forced to watch Cain devour a heart.
Hunted by assassins within days.
Facing a Red Dragon alongside the Antonio Family.
Just when he thought he might finally be left alone, Cain returned to use him as bait in a Black Dragon hunt.
Half his men had poisoned themselves to death.
And he was cast aside once more.
Everything had happened within a few months, but what infuriated him most was the notification that he would be used again.
“Just let me be now…… I’m not needed anyway…….”
He wanted to be alone.
He didn’t want to serve as Cain’s tool anymore.
Everything — abandoning his disabled brother and wandering as a vagrant — was all so he could escape.
“Damn it…… what’s the point of saying this? One day he’ll just show up and make me do something insane again.”
A sigh escaped him, though there was nothing he could say about it.
He had no nerve to talk back to a Sword Master who could summon Sword Aura and hunt dragons alone.
Perched halfway up the mountain, Walter sighed and wondered what to do next.
He couldn’t join the Knight Order — he was marked as a criminal — and he was afraid to take up banditry, lest Cain find him again and use his men as bait.
“They were pathetic, sure, but they called me their leader faithfully, and I’d grown attached to them…….”
Remembering the men who had turned their backs and left him in the magical city of Estar, he felt he couldn’t continue this life.
“What am I even doing now…….”
He wanted to shake off such worries and simply flee far away.
To a place no one could find him.
But that was merely a wish.
This time, the dragon had come to him.
Roooaaar!
“Ahhhhh!”
Walter jerked to his feet at the sound that shook the earth and sky, then collapsed back down.
A dragon with black scales and golden eyes gleaming like swords thrust its snout at his face.
[Sniff… sniff… So it was you.]
A front claw seized his entire body.
[The human who killed Diolarmir.]
“Nngh… aaaahhh…….”
Walter was on the verge of losing consciousness.
This wasn’t his first time being caught by a dragon, but it felt different now.
A terrible, suffocating killing intent radiated through his body.
[I will not let you go so easily. I will tear your flesh to shreds, and in the end, I will feast on your heart just as Diolarmir did.]
“Ah… ahhh…….”
Overwhelmed by that fury, Walter could not speak.
He should have protested that he wasn’t the one, that the dragon had found the wrong person, but his tongue had gone rigid and no words came.
Death was at his doorstep.
But then.
[Hm……?]
A change flickered across Nerkasion’s eyes as he examined Walter more closely.
[What is this?]
A Mana Fragment had been embedded in the human’s body.
‘Why would something like this……?’
It was not something he had implanted himself.
Judging by the lack of a Circle in this human, it appeared to be the work of another.
The human possessed only five stars of Aura.
‘Then someone deliberately planted this inside him…….’
There could be only one reason.
To track him down.
‘Could it be…?’
Reason returned to him, late and sudden.
This man was not the one who killed Diolarmir.
A human with only a five-star Aura could never slay a dragon.
Nerkasion’s eyes bore down on Walter.
[Speak. Who is your master?]

* * *
The Purple Dragon Morphenion had a younger sibling he held dear.
Their scales were different colors, and they were not blood kin, yet they had been genuinely close.
Close enough that Morphenion had shown him his treasure vault.
“Glasiorne. This is my treasure vault.”
“Wow… It’s truly magnificent. How did you manage to gather so much?”
“My ancestors gave me some, and I’ve hunted humans across the lands to obtain the rest.”
“Oh? But what’s this? I feel an unusual Mana about it…”
What Glasiorne pointed to was Morphenion’s most treasured possession.
“That is the Seer’s Relic that the Lord entrusted to me.”
“The one said to be given only to trustworthy dragons of our kin?”
“Yes. I was commanded to keep it before entering the Hibernation Period.”
Morphenion was two thousand and four years old.
A dragon trusted enough to guard the Lord’s relic.
Yet there was a variable neither the Lord nor Morphenion had foreseen.
That variable was Glasiorne.
‘I never imagined Glasiorne would take it.’
His eyes had shone with particular brightness when gazing upon the relic, but Morphenion had never expected such deft thievery when the Lair emptied.
Of course, he had questioned him about it.
But Glasiorne’s answer had been absurd.
“Whether you keep it or I keep it makes no difference, does it?”
Morphenion, left speechless, had not demanded its return.
After all, the logic was not entirely wrong.
‘He’s had it for several years now. It’s about time I asked for it back.’
With that thought, Morphenion had gone to retrieve it—only to find Glasiorne dead and the relic stolen, a catastrophe beyond measure.
Since they had shared a personal bond, the shock was indescribable.
‘His head was pierced clean through, his heart torn open… Ugh!’
The very memory made his stomach turn.
He wanted to find the culprit and kill him with all speed.
And reclaim the Lord’s relic as well.
‘But where to even begin searching…’
He felt utterly lost.
There were no substantial clues.
He had tried using his keen sense of smell to track the scent of the human who killed Glasiorne, but the traces were scant.
Even if he could identify the scent, how could he distinguish one human’s from among countless others?
‘Like searching for a single scale fallen into the sea.’
His rage burned without end, yet he had no fuel to feed it.
In his frustration, he drifted aimlessly through the human world for days, until one afternoon he discovered a man.
The human was searching for something in Glasiorne’s Lair, looking about suspiciously.
The human was searching for something in Glasiorne’s Lair, looking about with obvious suspicion.
[What manner of creature are you?]
Morphenion’s eyes blazed with fury.
His movements were unmistakably suspicious—there could be no other reaction.
His hostility toward humans had already reached its peak.
[I asked what business you have here!]
He roared, channeling his Dragon Fear into the words.
Anyone would tremble in such circumstances, yet the human showed unexpected composure.
He responded as though his very soul had departed his body.
“I am Lorenzo Antonio. I have come at the behest of Ignition.”
[Ignition…?]
He knew that name.
A Red Dragon kin, over six thousand years old.
An errand from that person, no less.
Reason returned to Morphenion’s eyes.
Only then could he register the state of the human’s body.
‘There are traces of Mana. Mind Control state.’
Recognizing the human as a puppet, Morphenion lowered his voice and asked.
[Speak. What brings you here?]
“Not long ago, Ignition’s son, Camiloas, was found with his scales cold. His heart had been torn from his chest.”
‘What?’
Morphenion’s eyes widened.
It wasn’t the fact of Camiloas’s death that shocked him.
It was that he’d died the same way as Glasiorne.
“Ignition wishes to find the culprit and avenge his son as swiftly as possible. But then we heard word—that Glasiorne met the same fate.”
[So that’s why you came.]
Morphenion felt a tremor of pain.
Ignition’s son, Camiloas, had fallen to this killer too.
Whoever it was, it couldn’t be one of their own kind.
Dragons do not kill dragons.
‘It’s the work of humans. Surely it must be……!’
Mages, at least, could be ruled out.
No mere human sorcerer could possibly overcome a Dragon Lord in magic.
‘Aura-wielders. Knights. It’s their doing.’
He didn’t think a single perpetrator was involved.
There couldn’t exist a lone warrior skilled enough to bring down a dragon by himself.
Given how humans tended to move in packs, it was likely the work of a specific Knight Order.
[Then you, too, are searching for the culprits, but haven’t found them yet?]
“That is correct. Each time we discovered a dragon with a missing heart, we investigated for clues, but found little of use.”
[Wait—there’s another dragon with a missing heart?]
Lorenzo nodded and disclosed what he knew.
“Not only Camiloas, but Aolios, Bellacors, Dracasion, and Diolarmir as well. All of their hearts have vanished.”
Surprise flashed across Morphenion’s eyes, then faded.
The shock of hearing it wasn’t just once or twice cleared his mind entirely.
[This is no ordinary matter. For the sake of our kin, we must find and destroy those humans.]
“I agree.”
[I’ll need the help of our other kin. Who was attacked most recently?]
“Diolarmir.”
[We fly to Diolarmir’s Lair. Come with me.]
Morphenion took Lorenzo upon his back and launched skyward.
His eyes blazed with unwavering resolve to find the culprits.

* * *
Until recently, Valenscius had never known what anxiety felt like.
He possessed everything he needed, wanting for nothing as he grew.
His only flaw was a lack of talent—yet even that was now filled with certainty.
He had an excellent teacher beside him, one who’d mended his Mana Circuit.
But now that his teacher had departed on a dragon subjugation mission?
An inexplicable dread pressed down upon his chest.
‘My teacher… you will return safely, won’t you? You must……’
He was a man who’d hunted dragons alone before—but that had been just once.
This time might be different. An accident might occur during the subjugation.
Even with a large subjugation unit mobilized, anxiety gnawed at him relentlessly.
Each time it did, Valenscius swung his blade.
Nothing cleared the mind like steel.
“Huff, huff!”
By the time sweat pooled on the training ground, murmurs began to echo.
Servants hurried about as if something had happened.
‘Has he arrived?’
Valenscius abandoned his sword and ran toward the quarters.
Soldiers rushed to their rooms in a flurry.
Among them was Cain.
“Master!”
At Valenscius’s shout, every member of the unit turned their attention toward him all at once.
“Master! You’ve returned! Are you unharmed?”
“Don’t make a fuss. I’m fine.”
“Th-thank goodness.”
Valenscius stepped into the room and asked the crucial question.
“What happened? The dragon?”
“We hunted it, of course.”
“Truly? Congratulations, Master!”
“What congratulations? There’s nothing for me to take credit for.”
Valenscius blinked at Cain’s expression—not a trace of satisfaction on his face.
“Wh-what do you mean you did nothing, Master?”
“Exactly what I said. I just watched. Someone else brought down the dragon.”
“Pardon?”
His expectations had run too high, it seemed.
A warrior strong enough to hunt alone had played no role whatsoever.
Valenscius’s bewildered expression gradually cleared.
“Then… who killed the dragon?”
“Grokus Almon.”
“What?”
“He cut in and took it. Apparently he’d been following the Knight Order in secret.”
Disbelief washed over Valenscius’s face.
A man expelled from the Knight Order had stolen their victory.
“This is infuriating… how could such an unjust thing happen?”
“No need to rage about it. The bastard died anyway.”
“Sir?”
Cain found Valenscius’s rapidly shifting expression quite entertaining.
But there was something even more interesting than that.
‘I can read Valenscius’s true feelings perfectly.’
Cain’s lips curved upward slightly as he savored the new Relic’s power.

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