The Dragon Slayer Who Regressed After 1,000 Years - Chapter 63

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The Dragon Slayer’s Return After 1000 Years — Episode 63
A massive dragon descended before Diole Amir’s Lair.
It was Morphenion of the Purple Tribe.
As the dragon lowered its body, a man slid down from its back.
It was Lorenzo Antonio.
‘Here it is. Diole Amir’s Lair.’
If they searched this place, clues would surface.
Clues about those humans.
It would have been ideal to seek help from the Black Tribe, but since Diole Amir had already fallen victim, he had to make do with whatever they could find here.
The two figures surveyed the Misty Forest briefly before entering the Passage.
‘I hope the corpse is still here. We might learn something from it.’
Dragons did not conduct funerals as humans did.
Born from the earth, they let themselves return to it—that was their way.
A fitting method for independent dragons.
Because of this, corpses usually remained intact; but if the Knight Order had passed through, everything changed.
Blood and bone, hide, treasure—they would have taken it all.
And yet.
‘Hmm…?’
The Black Dragon’s enormous form lay completely preserved.
And beside it, another dragon as well.
‘Who are you?’
Nercasion’s eyes flashed with a cold, piercing light as he spoke.
‘I am Nercasion. What brings the Purple Tribe here? And with a human in tow, no less.’
A dragon and a human traveling together?
It was a sight rarely seen.
Moreover, they had arrived unannounced at the Lair of his cherished subordinate, so his nerves were understandably on edge.
Morphenion stepped forward to clear up the misunderstanding.
‘My name is Morphenion. Nercasion, we lived through similar times.’
‘You know of me?’
‘Your father, Belacors, and mine were friends. I’ve heard your name through him.’
It was explanation enough, yet Nercasion remained guarded.
‘Then why are you traveling with that insect?’
‘Ah, this human, you mean.’
Morphenion’s gaze, which had lingered briefly on Lorenzo, now turned to Nercasion.
‘This one was enslaved through Mental Control by Lord Ignis.’
‘Lord Ignis…?’
‘He sent this human to hunt down those who steal hearts.’
Nercasion’s eyes shifted at those words.
‘Are you also searching for that creature? The one who did this to Diole Amir?’
‘Yes. I lost a dear friend to him as well.’
Perhaps Nercasion recognized the genuine sorrow in Morphenion’s words.
Now fully releasing his guard, Nercasion spoke quietly.
‘Tell me what happened.’
Morphenion began to recount the story of Glaciose.
Having heard everything from beginning to end, Nercasion burned with shared fury.
‘A wretched human. Slaughtering indiscriminately—not just our tribe, but everywhere.’
‘Has the Black Tribe suffered losses as well?’
‘My blood relation, Dracasion, fell victim. He met the same fate as Diole Amir.’
‘That damned creature deserves to be torn apart.’
Both dragons’ eyes blazed with the fire of a common enemy.
‘Those human wretches must be killed at once!’
‘Yes. But it’s not them—it’s one. Just one.’
‘What? You mean one?’
Rather than answer the bewildered Morphenion, Nercasion brought forth someone from a corner of the Cavern.
Another human.
‘An insect I found by his scent lingering in the Misty Forest. Speak up, worm. Explain the situation to this dragon here, just as you did for me.’
“I-I am Walter Ragnar.”
‘Who asked for your name? Explain what happened here, tell this dragon what you told me.’
“Y-yes…”
Walter nodded and recounted everything to the newly arrived dragon with purple scales.
How he came to the Misty Forest, under whose orders he became bait, and how exactly he hunted Diole Amir—these details and more.
With each revelation, Morphenion’s expression shifted visibly.
[So…… a single human did all this? And devoured a dragon’s heart, no less?]
“Y-yes, that is correct.”
[Insane. Vile human creature…….]
“The man’s name is Cain Ashel.”
[Ashel? Is he royalty?]
“Yes. If you w-wish, I can provide you with more detailed information.”
[Speak. Every detail.]
Before those eyes blazing with rage, Walter found himself incapable of lying.
Laying bare every fact he knew was the only course available to him.
Perhaps by surrendering useful information, he might yet save his own skin.
As the story unfolded, Morphenion’s fury only deepened.
Until now, they had not even identified a suspect—only despair and uncertainty. Now the object of his wrath stood perfectly clear.
[I’ll find him at once and kill him. Where is this human?]
[There is no hurry, Morphenion.]
Nercasion spoke with measured calm.
[He will come to this place soon enough.]
[What do you mean?]
[I destroyed the Magic Fragment embedded in that human Walter’s body just moments ago. Unless he’s a fool, he’ll come here to investigate.]
[I see…….]
[We need only wait for him here. Walter is the bait to lure him in.]
[But is that all? The bait seems rather thin.]
Morphenion’s sneer made Nercasion shake his head.
[It is not merely that. I have prepared something more…… entertaining. When he arrives, I intend to let him savor it slowly.]
[Ah…….]
Nercasion’s mouth split into a broad, terrible grin.
[This place where Diole Amir fell will become his tomb.]
The fury in the dragon’s eyes deepened to an impenetrable black.

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Cain frowned as he followed Beratus deeper into the forest.
“You’re actually leading me right, aren’t you? This is the Misty Forest.”
[Of course. Why would I mislead a Seer? I’m heading directly toward where the Signal was lost.]
The thought of deception never crossed his mind.
The Seer’s Earring could pierce even a dragon’s lies.
‘Walter’s Signal cut out in the direction of the Misty Forest…….’
It had to end in the very place where he’d hunted the dragon.
Someone was deliberately drawing him in.
It would almost certainly be a dragon connected to Diole Amir.
‘It’s bound to be Nercasion.’
He’d seen it during the Succession Duel.
Diole Amir had fought at Nercasion’s side.
‘Did he set a trap for revenge against his subordinate?’
Walking straight into it was dangerous, but Cain didn’t mind.
Traps were only truly dangerous when you didn’t know they were there.
Once you know, it ceases to be a trap at all.
[The Signal was lost in that direction.]
Beratus pointed toward what Cain had expected: Diole Amir’s Lair.
The moment he entered the Passage, there would be no turning back—but Cain stepped forward without hesitation.
‘Nercasion is two thousand years old, an Adult Dragon. At my current level, I can handle that.’
The leader might have brought subordinates into the fray, but Cain was unbothered.
Unless they were Ancient Dragon Class, he was confident even against a host.
‘Besides, a dragon’s pride wouldn’t allow him to swarm a single human.’
He walked through the Passage slowly, reading the future ahead to prepare for any ambush.
As the Passage opened up, a vast Cavern came into view.
[Oh, you really did come.]
Two dragons waited inside.
One was a face he recognized; the other, a stranger.
‘Just as I thought—this is the work of Nercasion, the leader of the Black Tribe. But who is that dragon beside him?’
The Purple Tribe.
Cain’s eyes sharpened in an instant.
Lord Arcadion was also of the Purple Tribe.
‘By his size, he’s about two thousand years old, same as Nercasion.’
Cain swept his gaze rapidly across the surroundings.
There was only Diole Amir’s corpse scattered about—no other dragons in sight.
‘Two Adult Dragons shouldn’t pose much of a problem.’
Cain turned toward Walter, the one who had led him here.
“Walter, what are you doing here?”
“C-Cain, young master…….”
“Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting for me? Planning to attack together with the dragons here?”
[Walter. Is this the human you spoke of?]
Walter nodded vigorously in response to Nercasion’s question.
A sneer burst from Cain’s lips.
“So you’ve sided with the dragons after all? Sold out all my information too?”
“…….”
“Traitorous blood runs true, doesn’t it. Though I suppose I’m lucky—it all went exactly as expected.”
“As expected…… You knew it would come to this?”
Cain’s mouth twisted into a thin smile.
“I knew. That you harbored resentment toward me. That the dragons would eventually find you and use you to draw me out.”
“…….”
He was bewildered, but he wasn’t alone in that feeling.
[Quite the boast, human. You mean to say you knew we were waiting?]
“I knew. That you were using Walter as bait.”
[You came anyway? Have you lost your mind?]
[An insect’s arrogance knows no bounds! I’ll grant your wish—death, here and now, avenger of Glaciose……!]
“Glaciose?”
Though he knew perfectly well, Cain feigned ignorance.
“Who is that? A Black Dragon?”
[White Tribe, you pathetic human!!]
[Enough, Morphenion.]
Watching the dragon pour forth raw emotion unlike Nercasion, Cain set his priorities.
‘I’ll deal with Morphenion first.’
No enemy was easier than one who had lost all reason.
Still, two Adult Dragons would be far from simple at present.
‘I’ll need to employ every method at my disposal.’
If possible, he also needed to shake Nercasion.
Even if he played the rational one, it was Nercasion who had drawn Cain here with vengeance in his heart.
“Tell me then—why have you two dragons summoned me?”
[Do you truly ask out of ignorance?]
Cain shrugged at Nercasion’s question.
“I’m at a loss.”
[We heard through the human here of your sickening act—how you murdered Diole Amir, tore open his chest, and devoured even his heart. And now you feign innocence?]
“Wait. Who did I kill?”
As Cain played dumb, Nercasion’s golden eyes flashed with fury.
[Diole Amir. The master of this Lair.]
“Who?”
[Look! Does he not lie here before us!]
The enraged Nercasion pointed toward Diole Amir’s corpse, yet Cain remained tilting his head in confusion.
“Who is that?”
[Shameless wretch. No matter. Since you took the heart of a subordinate I held dear, I shall extract your heart and consume it.]
The moment Nercasion began to move.
“Hold on.”
Cain raised his hand.
[Pleas will avail you nothing.]
“No, that’s not it. Doesn’t it strike you as odd?”
[Odd how?]
Cain pointed at Walter.
“Right now, you’re taking this man’s word alone and pinning the blame on me. Frankly, where’s your proof that I killed this dragon?”
[……Are you saying you didn’t kill him?]
“Do you really think I’m capable of slaying a dragon?”
Nercasion, halted by those words, studied Cain as though seeing through him.
His eyes widened in shock, and Morphenion, equally curious, scrutinized Cain with his magic sense.
His expression shifted to match Nercasion’s.
[No Aura, no Circle… just an ordinary human.]
[This… this shouldn’t be possible…]
“Tell me. Am I capable of killing a dragon or not?”
[…….]
[…….]
The two dragons could not answer.
An ordinary human slaying a dragon was a logical impossibility.
Seeing the dragons’ reaction, Cain’s confidence swelled.
“Now you understand? That it wasn’t me who did it. So then, who was it?”
[…….]
“I may not know much, but one thing is certain.”
Cain’s finger pointed toward Walter Ragnar.
“You were deceived by his lie.”
“Wh… what?”
Walter Ragnar’s eyes bulged as though they might burst from his skull.

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