The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1181

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Chapter 1181

“What… what?”

Envy’s eyes widened as if hearing something absurd.

“That’s ridiculous! Why should I take responsibility!”

She struck downward forcefully, as if telling me to stop spouting nonsense. Clearly unable to control her strength in her panic, the Black Universe split open with a sharp crack,
tearing a long fissure across it.

“No matter how powerful the Dragon Lord is, you cannot single-handedly create an absolute magic capable of annihilating all humans on the Continent. Because you assisted, that spell reached the brink of completion—therefore, you must bear responsibility.”

Raon tilted his chin as if stating the obvious.

“Moreover, at the end, you lent your power through the Dragon’s Word to pronounce death upon me. Had that person not intervened, I would already be dead.”

I furrowed my brow deeply, recalling how the Dragon Lord had pronounced death through the Dragon’s Word.

“As you know, I am a vessel that person has prepared over a long period.”

Raon placed a hand over his chest and exhaled slowly.

“This body has been carefully nurtured to never shatter, so that one day they could descend into it. Yet it nearly broke because of some yellow lizard, so that person is currently in extreme fury.”

I bit my lip deeply, noting that Wrath was angry enough to burst forth at any moment.

-The True Demon King is indeed enraged.

Wrath exhaled white steam from his mouth, truly furious.

-But the target of that rage is not some Envy! It is you, Raon Zigheart!

He seized my collar and shook me violently up and down.

-When will you stop selling the True Demon King’s name! Why do you continue even after transcending the limits of transcendence!

Wrath ground his teeth as if he genuinely couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

‘It’s convenient, isn’t it?’

I shrugged lightly.

‘Envy is clearly more afraid of you than the other Demon Lords. It makes sense to use that to our advantage.’

Aside from Rust and Grid, the other Demon Lords viewed Wrath’s existence with unease. Since they were clearly inferior in raw power, leveraging that fear would be advantageous.

-Damn it! Why am I on a leash held by this bastard!

Wrath, already anticipating that his name would continue to be sold out in the future, pulled at his cheeks and let out a frustrated cry.
She let out a scream while pulling at her cheeks, as if she had anticipated that her name would continue to be sold off.

Envy! Don’t listen to what this bastard says! I’m going to use everything you’ve accumulated to wipe out the entire surface!

He waved his hand frantically at Envy, telling him not to hold back, but of course, Envy couldn’t see it.

“Envy.”

I stroked the trembling Wrath’s head while gazing at Envy.

“He’s desperately trying to burst out right now, and I’m barely holding him back.”

I drew forth the rage from within my soul again, revealing to Envy that Wrath was right beside him.

“Ughhhh!”

Envy bit his lips frantically and clenched his delicate green hair in his fists.

“He is magnanimous. He won’t demand what you cannot do.”

I offered Envy a carrot after wielding the sharp whip, tilting my chin slightly.

“However, if you flee from this place, he will pursue you to the ends of the earth and hold you accountable for today’s actions. No—before that, he said he would turn all the clones and vessels you’ve prepared on this surface into blocks of ice.”

I spoke in a chilling voice, as if Wrath himself were uttering the words.

“What a lunatic….”

Envy glared at me, his fists trembling. He seemed to be forcibly restraining his anger, mindful of Wrath standing behind him.

-Huh…?

Wrath blinked blankly.

-How did you know that Envy had created an avatar and a vessel on the surface?
‘You told me yourself just now. Use the things you’ve prepared to crush the surface.’
-That’s exactly it! I only said things I had prepared!

He furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend no matter how much he thought about it.

‘Envy desires to expand his forces more than to rely on his own power. You can see it from the Mustan incident, and from how the Dragon Lord situation unfolded. Given that hint about things you had prepared, it was obvious.’

I smiled lightly, explaining that it was merely a simple deduction.

-Damn it all, such a cheap trick actually worked….

Wrath sighed as he observed Envy’s distorted expression, sensing the outcome.

-I’m telling you, this damned bastard’s mind is more terrifying than his sword!

He gnashed his teeth, muttering that this was a head he could never come to like.

“Damn Wrath! Unlucky Wrath! You muscle-bound monkey!”

Envy didn’t curse at me—instead, she savagely screamed Wrath’s name and stomped her foot. The dimension twisted as if it would collapse from the force of her rage.

“….”

Even as cold sweat dripped down my back from Envy’s display of power, I stood with arms crossed, waiting calmly.

“Sigh….”

Envy exhaled a long breath, seeming to have vented some of her frustration, and straightened her posture.

“Fine. I’ll wait then….”

She nodded reluctantly and stepped back.

-….

Wrath’s eyes merely blinked at the sight.

-No, you’re the one who caused this mess, so why is the True Demon King getting scolded….

The creature’s blue eyes glistened with grievance.

‘I’ll buy you something delicious later.’

I patted Wrath’s back and approached the Dragon Lord once more.

“Jealousy?”

I laughed as if bewildered, gazing into the Dragon Lord’s wavering eyes.

“How could a dragon possibly feel jealousy toward a human?”

I tilted my chin, asking when and where he had begun to feel jealous of Glen Zigheart.

[…..]

The Dragon Lord, embarrassed, refused to answer and kept his mouth firmly shut.

“Speak. Everything’s already exposed anyway, so what are you trying to hide?”

I scoffed and kicked the Dragon Lord’s head.

“Did it infuriate you so much to be overpowered by Glen Zigheart? To no longer be the strongest race on this land?”

She demanded an answer and shook the Dragon Lord’s soul with her divine sword.

[Krrrrgh!]

The Dragon Lord groaned under the Heart Sword’s torment, his eyes twisting. Yet even so, he refused to open his mouth.

“You should be ashamed. The power given to you was born within you, while Glen Zigheart’s strength is something he built with his own hands. If you’re going to harbor jealousy….”
[No!]

The Dragon Lord roared fiercely.

[I didn’t envy Glen Zigheart because of his power!]

He shook his head curtly, as if to say he hadn’t envied Glen simply for being strong.

“Then?”

I lowered my hand, urging him to continue speaking.

[It’s his eyes.]
“His eyes?”

I tilted my head, not understanding what he meant.

[Glen Zigheart’s eyes. The eyes of a victor who understands all things under heaven and earth, who places everything beneath his feet. He looked down upon me. Upon the king of dragons!]

The Dragon Lord gnashed his teeth as if Glen’s gaze had scorned him.

[Those eyes are fitting only when I look upon insects like humans. A mere human should never have dared to regard me with such eyes!]

He exhaled an angry snort, despising how Glen regarded him from above just as he himself looked down upon humans.
He breathed out through his nose.

[As the Dragon Lord, I….]
“Ah, so in other words….”

I twisted my lips upward, cutting off the Dragon Lord’s words.

“You normally treated humans like insects, but when you received the same treatment from a human, you got angry? That’s why you harbored such petty jealousy, created magic with the intention of slaughtering all humans.”

It was so absurd that laughter—no, a sigh—burst from me.

[Don’t mock me! If you haven’t experienced it directly….]
“I’ve lived with it my entire life.”

I raised my fist and struck the Dragon Lord’s rolling eyeball.

[SCREEEEEEEECH!]

The Dragon Lord shrieked in agony as his eye burst, his entire body trembling violently.

“I’ve endured scorn, contempt, and gazes filled with disgust as if I were vermin my entire life.”

I swept back my blood-soaked hair and furrowed my brow.

“And I changed their twisted gazes through my own strength. I never harbored thoughts of slaughtering everyone like you do.”

I shook my head, stating that I was fundamentally different from the Dragon Lord.

“Glen Zigheart is the same. Though he faced countless trials, he overcame them through his own power and earned his place. No one, unlike you, would harbor such vile thoughts of killing everyone by borrowing another’s strength.”

I scoffed, saying he lacked even the qualifications to be a mediator, let alone a Lord.

“And your belief that Glen Zigheart looked down on you was likely a delusion. He is not that kind of person.”

I recalled the warmth Glen displayed now and closed my eyes, then opened them again.

[Y-You don’t understand! Glen Zigheart’s eyes….]
“You never even properly conversed with him. You simply convinced yourself of that narrative and fell into victimhood.”

There was no way Glen would have shown contempt toward the Dragon without reason. There had to be another explanation.

[L-Lord….]
[He actually felt jealousy toward a human….]
[We must strip him of his position immediately! So many of our kin have died because of this wretch!]
[I cannot believe what my ears are hearing.]
[This is not dragon thinking—this is human reasoning!]
[Let us depart. There is no reason to fight anymore.]
[A new Lord… No, we should consider such matters later.]

The dragons who had come to rescue the Dragon Lord seemed to lose their will to fight, their shoulders drooping as they folded their wings.

“Lord….”

Barthius’s eyes flashed with savage ferocity as he regarded the Lord of his own kin with undisguised hatred.

“The real madman was here all along.”

The Red Dragon Balashiur reverted to human form, letting out a hollow laugh.

“I don’t understand why I feel any pity for the Lord.”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren shook his head in disbelief.

“Pity? I want to melt him down with poison right now!”

The Black Dragon Dariauran gnashed his teeth, as if he wanted nothing more than to kill the Dragon Lord this very moment.

“Still, I’m relieved the matter has been resolved.”

The White Dragon Busiharabi clenched his jaw, seeming grateful that things had worked out reasonably well.

[Ugh… I… I…]
“Enough talk of jealousy. Let’s move on to what matters.”

I understood why the Dragon Lord harbored such hatred for humans and had sided with the Archangel Faction, so there was no point wasting further time.

“Do you know where Derus Robert is?”

I shook my head as I brushed the blood from my hands.

[I… I don’t know.]

The Dragon Lord shook his head, regenerating his burst eyes through magic.

[He always contacts me first, so I have no way of knowing.]

He gasped for breath, noting that it had been quite some time since he’d heard from Derus.

“So you still don’t know.”

I extended my hand gently toward the Dragon Lord.

“As long as the Heart Sword is embedded in your soul, all your lies will be exposed.”

Through the trembling of the Heart Sword, I could discern falsehood from truth, making it instantly clear that the Dragon Lord was lying.

[Ugh…!]

The Dragon Lord’s lips trembled, as if he hadn’t considered that possibility.

“Besides, it makes no sense that someone as cunning as you would simply trust Derus Robert.”

I let out a scoff and reached out my hand.

“Fine. We have time. Let’s see how long you can endure—”
[B-Boron!]

The Dragon Lord forced open his trembling lips and shouted the word Boron.

[A s-signal was detected from a region called Boron in the Northern Region! Every time he contacted me, I secretly traced the signal, and it always came from there!]

He exhaled, insisting that Derus Robert was definitely in the region called Boron.

“Boron?”

I furrowed my brow deeply.

‘That’s not far from Zigheart at all…’

Boron was a snowy plain terrain in the northeast, adjacent to Zigheart. It was hard to believe that someone as cautious as Derus Robert would be in such a nearby location.

‘But it’s not a lie.’

The Dragon Lord’s soul didn’t waver. He had spoken the truth.

‘I need to investigate.’

As discreetly as possible.

If the information about Derus Robert being in Boron was genuine, I could strike a decisive blow against him. I would need to prepare thoroughly before conducting the search.
It seemed like I needed to search.

“Barthius.”

I nodded and gestured toward Barthius.

“Now it’s your turn.”

I had obtained all the information I needed, and now it was time to pass the lordship to the dragons who had become my allies.

“Haa….”

Barthius approached, grinding his teeth as he struggled to contain his excitement.

“Raon Zigheart. It seems we’ll have much to discuss later.”

He narrowed his eyes to slits as he looked at me and then at Envy behind me. He seemed to want to resolve questions about his conversation with Envy in my role as mediator.

“Yes. I’ll explain later.”

I nodded calmly. Even in this situation, Barthius thought of the mediator’s role first—he would make a fine lord.

-That one isn’t a lizard; he can become a true dragon.

Wrath also nodded, acknowledging Barthius.

“Then….”

I curled my lips into a smile and approached Envy.

“Hmm….”

Envy’s expression was troubled, his beautiful face deeply furrowed with displeasure.

“His conditions are two. First, your participation in the war against the Archangel Faction. And second….”

I turned around and pointed at Burren, who stood blankly blinking.

“You must transfer your power of envy to that man.”

Burren had envied me since his trainee days. Since those feelings still lingered within him, he would be capable of receiving at least some of Envy’s power, which is why I chose him.

“Setting aside the war for now….”

Envy tilted his head as he regarded Burren Zigheart.

“Why should I transfer my authority to that man? He barely possesses any jealousy. In fact….”

He licked his lips slowly while pointing at Martha, who stood beside Burren Zigheart.

“That woman is far more appealing.”

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