The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1168

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Chapter 1168

“You found the Lord’s location?”

I repeated Barthius’s words and walked forward.

“Is that really true?”

Barthius had said he would find the Lord’s location, but I hadn’t expected him to discover it so quickly.

-Oho!

Wrath drew in a deep breath.

-Finally, I’ll get to taste the Dragon Lord’s flesh? Old as he may be, there’s bound to be some flavor to him.

He smacked his lips as if all the waiting had been worthwhile.

-It was worth releasing those creatures to capture him!
‘That’s right.’

I chuckled as I looked at Wrath.

‘I’m glad I didn’t kill them.’

The dragons’ eyes held a different gleam from the ancient dragons I’d seen before, so I’d listened to them with anticipation, and they’d brought back a reward beyond my expectations.

“No, I haven’t found him yet.”

Barthius shattered my expectations and tilted his head as if asking what I meant.

“Hm? What do you mean…?”
“I didn’t say I found the Lord. I said I found the path to reach the Lord.”

He tapped his ear, telling me to think again.

“Indeed…”

Raon’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“So that’s what you said.”

Now that I thought about it, Barthius was right. He hadn’t said he found the Lord, but rather that he discovered a path to reach the Lord.

“What do you mean by a path to reach the Lord?”

Raon’s eyes narrowed to thin threads as he gazed at Barthius.

“That is… hmm!”

Barthius furrowed his brow as he examined the blue window reflecting his face.

“There aren’t many Mages here, yet there’s an annoyingly high amount of interference signals.”

The defensive magic installed within Zigheart made communication difficult, and his image began to fade into obscurity.

“To handle this…”
“Maybe we need to revise the saying that Dragons are absolute masters of magic.”

Just as I was about to regulate the flow of mana, Evelyn’s voice reached me from behind.

“Isn’t that right, Raon?”

Evelyn stepped out from my shadow with a soft smile.

“Eh, Evelyn?”

I blinked at Evelyn’s sudden appearance.

“Weren’t you sleeping?”
“If you don’t sleep, neither do I.”

Evelyn smiled softly, saying she had woken up together when I stirred.

—Aaaaaahhhhh!

Wrath screamed, clutching his head.

—Every single word you speak sends chills down my spine!

Wrath shook his head vigorously, unable to adapt to it.

“Ah….”

Raon felt goosebumps rising along his spine, though not quite to Wrath’s degree, and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Evelyn, I need your help.”

But now was the time he needed her. Opening his eyes again, I asked her to disable the jamming field.

“Got it!”

As Evelyn moved her hand reassuringly, Barthius’s form, which had been wavering as if about to vanish, returned to its original state.

“I didn’t realize humans possessed such intricate defensive incantations.”

Barthius stroked his chin, clearly intrigued by the jamming magic Evelyn had installed.

“We can study that later.”

Raon stepped closer to Barthius.

“So how exactly do you plan to find the Lord?”

I gestured for him to speak now.

“There’s something I must tell you first. The Lord does not currently exist on the Continent.”

Barthius twisted his crimson lips upward in a mocking sneer at the Dragon Lord.

“The Lord doesn’t exist on the Continent?”

The moment Raon heard Barthius’s words, my eyes widened.

“Indeed. If the Lord were on the Continent, there’s no way we dragons could fail to find him.”

Barthius nodded, affirming that he and the other dragons had completed their search and were certain of this fact.

“Then where is the Dragon Lord?”
“In a different dimension. A newly created one, no doubt.”
“He created a new dimension?”

I let out a hollow laugh at the mention of a new dimension I hadn’t anticipated.

“Indeed. A dragon of the Dragon Lord’s caliber wouldn’t find it impossible to create a new dimension.”

Barthius was convinced that the Dragon Lord possessed the power to forge dimensions.

-Ha! The Dragon Lord is hiding in another dimension?

Wrath exhaled in disbelief.

-This so-called Mediator abandons the Middle World and flees! He’s not a dragon at all—just a pathetic rat!

He ridiculed the Dragon Lord’s very existence as contemptible.

“But it wasn’t a mere escape. The Dragon Lord is preparing something within that dimension.”
Barthius narrowed his eyes, reasoning that the Dragon Lord wouldn’t have created a dimension merely to hide.

“What could that something be?”

I narrowed my eyes as I posed the question.

“The Dragon Lord is no fool. If he’s hidden himself away by creating an entirely separate dimension, he’s certainly preparing something capable of threatening you humans.”

Barthius shook his head, warning against underestimating the Dragon Lord.

“I’ve never underestimated the Dragon Lord.”

I placed my hand on the Heavenly Sword.

“That hypocritical dragon either doesn’t show himself when he’s in danger or runs away first.”

A pathetic creature like the Dragon Lord would never turn the Five Emperors into enemies without proper preparation. Aside from trusting Derus Robert, it was clear he was preparing something else entirely.

‘As Barthius said, it’s bound to be something harmful to humans.’

The Dragon Lord and the Gold Dragons were beings who viewed humans not merely with disdain, but as insects beneath their notice. The fact that they were hiding in another dimension to prepare something suggested the magic at work was of a formidable and peculiar nature.

“How do we enter the space where the Dragon Lord is concealed?”

I tilted my chin toward Barthius.

“You know the method, don’t you?”
“If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have come here.”

Barthius let out a thin snort.

“Through information obtained by offering insincere flattery to the Gold Dragons, I formed a hypothesis. Or rather, not a hypothesis—certain knowledge.”

He nodded, indicating this was a matter already discussed and settled with the other dragons.

“The Dragon Lord is not currently maintaining his own dimension.”
“What?”

I lowered my brows slightly.

“Didn’t you just say the Dragon Lord opened a new dimension?”
“No matter how exceptional a mage the Lord is, it’s impossible to maintain his own dimension while perfecting a special spell. Currently, three Gold Dragons he trusts most are sustaining that dimension.”

Barthius raised his fingers, explaining that three Gold Dragons were maintaining the dimension where the Dragon Lord was hidden.

“Because I detected identical traces of dimensional magic from all three Gold Dragons, it’s certain the Lord is preparing a special spell.”

He clenched his fist, stating that the three Gold Dragons were managing the dimension while the Lord prepared an incomprehensible spell within it.

“It must be magic that will greatly impact this Middle World. They seem to have forgotten their role as mediators.”

Barthius gritted his teeth so hard the tendons in his jaw stood out, his expression transcending mere contempt into something far more repulsive.

“Then to open the dimension leading to the Lord, we must first capture those Gold Dragons?”

I traced my fingertip across the Heavenly Sword.

“Rather than killing them, we should persuade them to give us the key to opening the Lord’s dimension. However….”

Barthius’s eyes grew cold and sharp.

“If I harness the mana of the Gold Dragons, I might be able to break free from it.”

He pressed his lips together, implying that killing the Gold Dragons was acceptable.

“Good. Then there’s no problem.”

I gripped the Heavenly Sword tightly and nodded.

“Shall we leave right away?”

Barthius smacked his lips as if he was already fully prepared.

“I’d like to leave immediately, but first….”

I released the power I’d channeled into my hand and turned my gaze toward the Main Mansion.

“I need to report to the Treasury first.”

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“The weather is beautiful.”

Glen gazed out the window where warm sunlight streamed through, biting his lip firmly.

“If the weather is beautiful, why are you biting your lip?”

Sheryl tilted her head as she looked at Glen.

“I suppose my heart is still dark, even if the day is bright.”

Glen exhaled slowly, lost in deep contemplation.

“Ah! Is it because Raon and Sia only paid attention to Lectar yesterday? Now I can clearly see what the Head of House is thinking!”

Sheryl nodded vigorously, as if she had finally grasped Glen’s true nature.

“Hmm….”

Glen said nothing, but the trembling of his lips revealed that Sheryl’s words had struck the mark.

“Sigh, they say people grow childish with age….”

Sheryl exhaled deeply, never imagining that Glen, once called the North Destruction King, would become like this.

“North Destruction King, Sword God, and yet in the end, I’m just a man for whom family matters most.”

Glen shook his head, saying he had only recently come to understand that himself.

“Still, wouldn’t it be better to maintain a more composed demeanor now?”

Sheryl looked at Glen and raised her eyebrows slightly.

“You’re right. But when I think of Raon, I find it difficult to do so.”

Glen sighed, placing a hand on his forehead.

“Even now I wish to see him. It’s truly absurd—I never thought I would become like this.”

He let out a hollow laugh, amazed at how completely besotted with his grandson he had become.

“Honestly, I wish Raon would just come now… Hmm?”

Glen’s crimson eyes suddenly gleamed. He quickly straightened his clothes and seated himself upon the Jade Throne—not in a relaxed manner, but with shoulders squared and spine rigid, his expression hardening into an imposing mask of authority.

“H-Head of House?”

Sheryl blinked at Glen in bewilderment.

“Why so suddenly….”

The moment she voiced her confusion, a knock sounded from the Audience Chamber door.

“It is the Gwangpung Jeonju. May I enter?”

Raon’s voice came from outside.

“Ahem!”

Glen Zigheart made a sound far too clear to be a mere cough and nodded his head.

“Come in.”

As his words finished, the door to the Audience Chamber opened and Raon stepped inside.

“I greet the Head of House.”

Raon stood in the center of the Audience Chamber and bowed toward Glen Zigheart.

“Yes.”

Glen Zigheart gestured with his chin, his gaze calm as if he hadn’t been waiting for Raon at all.

“What brings you here?”
“Yes. I came to pay my respects and to report on some matters.”

Raon smiled slightly and nodded.

“Pay your respects….”

Glen Zigheart’s lips trembled with emotion at the word “respects” rather than the report that came after, his eyes glistening.

“Yes. I slept well.”

He tapped the armrest of the Jade Throne with his fingers, indicating his condition was not poor.

“It must have been a while since you held a sword. How are you faring?”

Glen Zigheart turned the question back to ask about Raon’s condition.

“I’m doing well too. I heard some welcome news just now, so I’m even better.”

Raon let slip the phrase “welcome news” to lead into the main topic.

“That’s a relief. Still, you mustn’t let your guard down. No matter how transcendent one becomes, you’re ultimately human, and your body requires consistent care. Meals and sleep must always be sufficient.”

Glen Zigheart failed to catch Raon’s signal this time as well, speaking only about his physical condition.

“Y-yes, of course. Head of House, please make sure to eat properly as well. I’ve received such good information that I’m not even hungry.”

Despite his bewilderment, Raon pressed forward with the conversation, hinting once more to Glen Zigheart about the information.

“Then shall we dine together? You must have eaten plenty of outside food lately, so it wouldn’t be bad. I’ll give special instructions to the Patriarch’s Hall’s chef….”

Glen Zigheart showed no interest in the information whatsoever this time either, focusing only on Raon’s morning visit and courtesy greeting, his expression strange as if suppressing laughter. He seemed to genuinely envy Lectar, whom he’d seen yesterday.

“Ah, yes….”

Raon blinked as he looked at Glen Zigheart.

“Sigh….”

Sheryl grabbed her head and stepped forward in front of Glen Zigheart.

“Raon has something to report! Stop interrupting and listen!”

She raised her voice, telling him to get his act together.

“Oh, um….”

Glen Zigheart realized he’d gone too far and shifted his gaze slightly.

“I see. I must have gotten a bit excited this morning.”

He drew a slow breath, but his eyes didn’t seem to change in the slightest.

“Very well. Speak.”

Glen Zigheart leaned back against the Jade Throne, inviting Raon to deliver his report.

“Just as I was about to train earlier, Barthius, the Gold Dragon I’d met before, appeared.”

I recounted to Glen Zigheart and Sheryl the conversation I’d had with Barthius that morning.

“The Dragon Lord is hiding in a new dimension and preparing something?”

Sheryl let out a hollow laugh as if it were absurd.

“Lizards. No, even calling them lizards is too generous!”

She furrowed her brow, questioning what kind of mediator would stoop so low.

“If the Lord were to entrust the keys to the dimensions to ancient dragons, they would likely be the heads of each clan.”

Glen lowered his gaze with a composed expression, as if he had never been excited in the first place.

“The heads of each race would possess strength on an entirely different level from other dragons. Can you manage it?”

He narrowed his eyes as if asking whether I could handle this entire task alone.

“If it’s now….”

I placed my hand, veins bulging with power, upon the Heavenly Sword.

“I believe I could sever not just the heads of the clans, but even the Dragon Lord’s neck.”

Not hesitation, but conviction. With eyes as relaxed as if I were about to subjugate bandits on the back mountain rather than face the Dragon Lord or ancient dragons, I nodded.

“Leave it to me.”

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