The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1174

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Chapter 1174

Whoooooosh!

Barthius stood at the heart of a forest so dark that not a single ray of moonlight penetrated it, raising both hands before his chest. The golden sphere hovering above his palms was slowly being shaped into the form of a key.

The Dimensional Gate that Trosour, the leader of the Black Clan, had forcibly twisted and used
was being restored to its original form—a task that proved far from simple, as cold sweat beaded and dripped from Barthius’s brow.

“Is it a difficult task?”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he observed Barthius’s furrowed brow.

“Yes. It’s quite difficult.”

Evelyn approached Raon’s side and gently brushed against his shoulder.

“That Dimensional Gate carries the unique aura of the Dragon Lord, but Trosour’s use of it has tainted that power. Restoring it to its original state is naturally no simple matter.”

She nodded as if acknowledging Barthius’s magical prowess.

“Right now, only that shiny dragon could manage it?”

Evelyn shrugged, suggesting that even she would find such a task difficult.

“I see.”

Raon turned his gaze away from Barthius and clicked his tongue.

‘So it’s nearly impossible, then.’

Evelyn rarely acknowledged other beings through magic. If she said it was difficult, then Barthius was essentially attempting something at the level of the impossible.

—Hmph! If I were the True Demon King, I’d just smash it and tear open the dimension!

Wrath clicked his tongue, muttering that humans and lizards were truly bothersome.

‘Well, that would be convenient… No, that’s not it.’

I shook my head, disagreeing with Wrath’s suggestion.

‘My sudden growth lately must be affecting my judgment. My way of thinking is becoming equal to that carnivorous plant’s.’

The old me would have assessed the situation coldly and chosen the most efficient method. In truth, when Trosour fled, it would have been the right call to seek help from Barthius or the other Dragons rather than opening a dimension alone and pursuing him. Yet I insisted on handling it myself just to verify my own power.

‘That’s not a good direction to head.’

Unless I possessed power comparable to Wrath or Glen Zigheart,
I couldn’t handle everything through individual strength alone. I still had many shortcomings, so listening to others’ opinions and accepting their help was the right approach.

‘I need to be more careful from now on.’

Perhaps because I’d grown stronger by gaining human emotions, I felt an omnipotence as if I could accomplish anything. In a situation like this, a single mistake could be irreversible, so it seemed wise to calm my mind beforehand.

Hmph! So you were being arrogant thinking you could catch that lizard boss on your own.

Wrath snorted as if he had expected as much.

‘No, that’s different.’
“No, that’s different.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

“I’m not disrespecting the Dragon Lord, but I’m the one who has to catch him.”

Glen Zigheart and Derus Robert knew well how strong the Dragon Lord was. Though he couldn’t match them, he was a powerhouse who never yielded to the absolute beings of the other Six Emperors Five Demons.

But if I couldn’t defeat such a guy in a one-on-one match, I couldn’t move to the next stage. I had to defeat the Dragon Lord, even if it meant risking my life.

So you’re finally developing the mindset of a strong person.

Wrath lifted his chin as he looked at Raon.

Back then, the kid used to look at me so coldly, as if I were an Assassin.

He nodded, saying he was starting to like the guy now.

‘…Was that it?’

Raon let out a thin laugh. Normally a fool with an insatiable appetite, the Demon Lord possessed a peculiarly sharp intuition when it came to such matters.

-There is something far more important than that.

Wrath lowered his voice and drew closer.

‘Something important?’
-Indeed. A matter more pressing than anything else at this very moment….

He exhaled deeply, insisting that I absolutely had to hear this.

‘What is it?’

Raon swallowed dryly, his gaze fixed on Wrath.

-Dragon roasted! You’ve caught five lizards and haven’t grilled a single one! What in blazes are you doing?!

Wrath smacked his lips, demanding that I pull out the dragon meat and cook it at once.

-Red? Black? Blue? Which should I devour to earn the finest reputation?

He drooled shamelessly, as though devouring dragon meat were already a foregone conclusion.

‘Sigh….’

Raon exhaled and shook his head in exasperation.

-Stop sighing and pull it out right now!
‘I’ll ignore him.’

His gluttonous affliction had flared up again. Turning away from Wrath’s rampage, I shifted my attention toward Burren and Martha.
Ignoring Wrath’s commotion, I turned my gaze toward where Burren Zigheart and Martha were.

“How does it feel to have caught a Dragon for the first time?”

I asked about his impressions of the battle first in order to tell Burren Zigheart what needed to be corrected.

“It wasn’t as difficult as I anticipated. To be honest, I subdued it rather easily.”

Burren nodded, acknowledging that the battle had been simpler than expected.

“However, the terror of the name ‘Dragon’ that was imprinted upon me since childhood caused me to make numerous mistakes. If my body hadn’t frozen, I could have ended it in the opening moments….”

Without anyone prompting him, he furrowed his brow while mentally cataloging the flaws he needed to correct.

“In a way, this is our first proper engagement with a Dragon.”

Martha paused mid-chew of her dried meat, her brow creasing.

“Now that you’ve identified what needs improvement, simply execute better next time! Stop your grumbling and eat your food!”

She handed Burren a strip of dried meat, declaring that recognizing areas for improvement was sufficient.

“Martha speaks wisely.”

Raon smiled thinly.

“The weight of the name ‘Dragon’ carries its own burden—making mistakes in your first encounter is only natural.”

I myself had made countless errors during my battle with Kaibhar and received considerable assistance from Aris. For Burren and Martha to stumble in their first confrontation with a Dragon was hardly a matter worthy of reproach.
It wasn’t the case.

“However, you cannot afford such lapses a second time.”

Raon raised a finger.

“Next time, even if you face an ancient Dragon, prepare yourselves to emerge victorious.”

I curled my lips upward, making clear that I would not overlook mistakes in a second encounter.

“Of course.”

Burren nodded solemnly, his expression conveying absolute resolve never to disappoint.
He nodded.

“Don’t worry. By then, I’ll sever its neck in a single stroke, just as you did.”

Martha clenched her fists, having grasped the method to slay a colossal dragon.

“Then….”

I turned my head to pose a question to Dorian as well.

“I’ve also realized something.”

Evelyn smiled brightly, pressing her shoulders deeper forward.

“Dragons become truly fragile creatures once their Dragon Heart is seized.”

Her cheeks flushed with delight at discovering that the magic she had crafted specifically to capture the dragon proved remarkably effective.

“Ah, grasping that delicate heartbeat was truly exhilarating.”

Evelyn caressed her snow-white hand, eager to experience it once more.

“Uuuugh….”

Dorian hunched over, clutching his head, his pupils trembling as though Evelyn terrified him far more than any dragon.

-Indeed, she is a Mad Woman truly beyond reason! Of course a dragon cannot move when its heart is seized! A Dragon Heart is a lizard’s heart, after all!

Wrath recoiled, pleading silently for Evelyn to keep her distance.

Yet Evelyn’s words inspired dread in more than just Wrath and Dorian.

“Why… why is my body trembling?”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren swallowed hard, glancing sideways at Evelyn.

“Isn’t that human terrifying? Her eyes seem a bit unhinged, don’t they?”

The Red Dragon Balashiur’s jaw quivered.

“To seize a Dragon Heart and render a dragon completely immobilized… what manner of human is she?”

The Black Dragon Dariauran sighed, stroking his own neck as goosebumps rose across his scales.

“That’s quite dangerous. I’ll need to research what that magic is.”

Busiharabi, the White Dragon, closed his eyes as he recalled Evelyn’s magic.

The dragons began to confer, feeling fear not of Evelyn’s magic, but of Evelyn herself.

‘To be honest…’

Even amidst this, I locked eyes with Evelyn, who saw only me, and grasped the back of my neck.

‘Evelyn is more terrifying than the Dragon Lord…’

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“Head of House!”

Chad, the leader of the Flying Swallow Unit, opened the door to the Audience Chamber and entered.

“We’ve received new news from the Gwangpung Jeonju!”

He spoke of receiving a message from Raon and extended a pristine white envelope toward him.

“Hmm!”

Glen Zigheart accepted the letter from Chad, his eyebrow twitching slightly as if somewhat tense.

“What does it say?”

Sheryl looked up at Glen from below the platform and licked her lips.

“Hehehehe, it seems you’ve captured a dragon now.”

Roen smiled, sensing that Raon had found the first key.

“That would be right. A day has passed now.”

Sheryl nodded in agreement with that assessment.

“No.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head firmly.

“Not one—all three.”

His hand trembled as he gripped Raon’s letter, his excitement palpable.

“All… three?”

Sheryl’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Indeed. In a single day, he captured three clan leaders and obtained all the keys to reach the Dragon Lord.”

Glen Zigheart’s lips curled upward as he lifted his gaze.

“Insane…”

Sheryl stared blankly at the letter, struggling to comprehend what she’d heard.

“Hehehehe…”

Roen, rarely caught off guard, let out a hollow laugh.

“Ahem, ahem!”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat loudly, satisfied with their reactions.

“A dimensional gate to the Dragon Lord will open at dawn.”

He gazed out the darkened window, noting that the battle between the Dragon Lord and Raon would likely commence within hours.

“Head of House, surely you won’t go to where Raon fights the Dragon Lord?”

Chad bit his lip as he looked up at Glen Zigheart.

“Don’t you know that the Dragon Lord is an entirely different class of being among dragons?”

He appeared to be pushed back because he stood before Glen Zigheart, but the Dragon Lord in his true form was a powerhouse who possessed the military might to dominate this Continent.

“…Yes.”

Glen Zigheart nodded after reading the letter for a long while.

“The Lord is strong. Even if Raon has grown, it will be difficult for him to win. Still, I won’t make a move this time.”

He nodded, saying he would let Raon fight the Lord in a one-on-one duel.

“Pardon? But why….”
“Because if the Dragon Lord—that
wall—cannot be overcome, then there is no moving forward.”

Glen Zigheart clenched his fist, as if to show his faith in Raon. His fist trembled ever so subtly, like the pale light of a falling moon.

“Raon is strong. He will never lose.”

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“Phew…”

Barthius turned his body as he exhaled a weary breath.

“It’s complete.”

Three keys shimmering with golden light floated above his open palms.

The keys took different forms, but all were inscribed with geometric patterns.

“So now we can open the dimension where the Dragon Lord is hidden?”

Raon approached Barthius and asked.

“Yes. If I channel my mana into these keys and turn them, the Lord’s dimension will open.”

Barthius nodded, confirming that all preparations were complete.

“However, judging by the form of these keys, it seems that when the Lord’s dimension opens, news will spread to the other dragons as well. It looks like war is inevitable.”

He clicked his tongue, remarking that the Lord was truly a cunning dragon.

“I see.”

Raon gave a brief nod and turned to look back at the others.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle everything else so you can face the Lord alone.”

Burren Zigheart spoke first with a smirk, as if he had read Raon’s mind.

“Yeah. I’ll beat them all to death!”

Martha struck her chest with her fist, as if demanding that everyone trust her.

“Um, um, don’t trust me—trust this person instead….”

Dorian lowered his head slightly and pointed to Evelyn.

“Raon. Let’s finish this quickly and go home.”

Evelyn smiled brightly, showing complete faith in him. She too seemed to have grown attached to the family estate.

“Don’t worry about the other dragons. Press forward.”

The Red Dragon Balashiur lifted his chin and spoke with conviction in his voice.

“You can trust us with your back.”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren also laughed confidently, assured that he could hold the line.
He let out a confident, refreshing laugh.

“This time, I won’t make a mistake.”

Black Dragon Dariauran bared his white teeth, vowing to stake his life on it.

“Since I’ve made a promise, I’ll keep it. You need only focus on the Lord.”

Busiharabi, the White Dragon, nodded with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Then I’ll trust you.”

I offered Barthius a faint smile as I extended my hand.

“Open the gate.”

I reached out while feeling the gazes of both old and newly made companions upon me.

“And I will trust you.”

As Barthius gently raised both hands, three keys ascended into the sky.

Whoooosh!

The keys burrowed through space as if there were keyholes in the void itself, rotating a half turn to the right.

Creeeeeak!

With the grinding sound of an ancient door opening, a golden dimensional gate unfurled across the dark sky where the sun had yet to rise.

Rummmmmble!

The moment the dimension opened, everyone—myself included—held their breath at the colossal mana emanating from within.

Whooooooom.

What lay before us was a pitch-black cosmos and a single golden star. A vast universe stood above the heavens, filling the interior of the golden gate completely.

‘Where is the Dragon Lord?’

I searched for the Dragon Lord amidst the overwhelming pressure of the grand cosmos.

Rummmmmble!

The sole golden star that glimmered in the empty universe began to writhe.

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