The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1183

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Chapter 1183

“Barthius of the Gold Clan expresses his sincere gratitude to the human Raon Zigheart.”

Barthius, the Gold Dragon, recited his own name and bowed once more. It was a stiff expression of thanks, but for a dragon like him, it suited him far better.

“So that’s how it’s done.”

Balashiur, the Red Dragon, lifted his head slightly to gaze at Barthius.

“Balashiur of the Red Clan thanks the human Raon Zigheart!”

He too spoke his own name following Barthius’s example and struck his chest with his fist. It was his first attempt at such a greeting, and because he awkwardly mimicked Barthius, the words came out rather strangely, yet the sincerity behind them rang all the more clearly.

“Raon. Thank you!”

Sirtiren, the Blue Dragon, smiled brightly.

“Sirtiren of the Blue Clan will never forget the kindness of the human Raon Zigheart, who stopped the Lord!”

Unlike the two dragons before her, she concluded her words with gentleness.

“In truth, we could have pushed back the Lord on our own, but thanks to you, things went much more smoothly!”

Dariauran, the Black Dragon, exhaled through his nostrils while boasting.

“Within the heart of Dariauran of the Black Clan, the aid of Raon Zigheart shines eternally like a star never to be forgotten!”

Unlike his initial boastful words, he expressed his gratitude toward Raon through poetic language.

“Even in all this, the bravado persists!”

Busiharabi, the White Dragon, shook his head while looking at Dariauran.

“Busiharabi of the White Clan expresses heartfelt gratitude for the aid of the human Raon Zigheart.”

Having experienced much amusement, he offered his thanks with the most courteous and polished courtesy of all the dragons thus far.

“Whatever you desire, I shall grant it without hesitation.”

Barthius lifted his noble gaze and placed a hand across his chest. The other dragons nodded in agreement, their expressions solemn.

“Hmm….”

I watched the dragons, now wearing human forms and observing human courtesies, and bit my lip firmly.

‘I never expected to receive gratitude from dragons.’

In truth, I had grown accustomed to receiving thanks from people. Having completed numerous tasks and aided countless individuals, it was only natural that I had adapted to such expressions.

But dragons expressing gratitude like this—kneeling in human form, bowing their heads—I had never anticipated such a sight.

‘Especially since this isn’t some playful roleplay.’

Dragons, who lived for eons, occasionally indulged in the pastime of living an entire lifetime as a different race.
They would transform into humans, dwarves, elves, or even monsters like orcs and trolls, experiencing new lives through such games. During these periods, they truly became that race.
They would set aside their draconic arrogance and express greetings, apologies, and gratitude, but it was merely an enjoyment of the role itself.

Dragons rarely revealed their true names unless circumstances were extraordinary. The fact that every dragon before me had disclosed their names and expressed gratitude meant they were prepared to sacrifice their lives for me.

-Hah!

Wrath tilted his head slightly, seemingly finding the dragons’ behavior fascinating.

-Those prideful lizards bowing in apology! And in human form no less! I never thought I’d witness such a thing!

He let out a hollow laugh of astonishment.

-It seems they feel genuine gratitude toward you.
‘Indeed.’

I nodded, meeting the eyes of the dragons filled with appreciation.

‘They’re all showing their true hearts.’

In this moment, the dragons had set aside their roles as mediators and were expressing gratitude as beings to being.

“I won’t forget that you promised to grant me anything I desire.”

Raon gently lowered his hand and grasped Barthius by the shoulder.

“I’ll make sure you regret those words.”

He smiled wickedly as he spoke of putting that promise to good use.

“You said you’d grant anything, but there’s one thing you cannot do. Nothing that contradicts your role as a mediator is acceptable.”

Busiharabi, the White Dragon, shook his head, saying he could not abandon his duties as mediator.

“Why must you always say such things at times like this?”

Dariauran, the Black Dragon, furrowed his brow as he looked at Busiharabi.

“Honestly, it’s frustrating. As if Raon would ask us to do something strange!”

Balashiur, the Red Dragon, clicked his tongue harshly.

“You don’t need to worry about that. It will be work perfectly suited to your role as mediators.”

Raon shook his head, saying he had no need to ask them to do anything strange.

“I’m simply asking you to participate in the war against the Archangels.”

Derus Robert would certainly summon all seven Archangels to attack in the war that had less than a year remaining.

Honestly, there was a high possibility of being overwhelmed in terms of military strength, but the Dragons here would become an invaluable force at that time.

‘Dragons standing on humanity’s side—who would have thought.’

Since I knew what kind of personality the Lord had, I didn’t even expect the Dragons’ help and only hoped that Derus Robert wouldn’t take his side.

However, since the Lord and most of the ancient dragons who followed him have died, young and powerful dragons led by Barthius will be able to stand behind him and fight against the Archangel.

“Of course I can do that!”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren raised his fist as if to say not to worry.

“Hmm, just an old man’s concern.”

Busiharabi, the White Dragon, cleared his throat and turned away.

“A war with Derus Robert? Of course I intend to participate.”

Barthius, the Gold Dragon, shook his head as if that part required no consideration.

“As expected.”

I smiled faintly, observing the calm gleam in Barthius’s eyes.

‘This is valuable information—I should relay it quickly.’

The dragons becoming allies rather than enemies could offer tremendous hope to the entire Five Emperors.
I turned back to ensure this news could be transmitted from here.

“Ah, yes!”
“Got it!”

Dorian retrieved an emergency correspondence letter from his pouch, and Evelyn activated a communication spell. Both immediately grasped my intention and began preparing to send word of this development to Zigheart.

“Barthius.”

I looked at Barthius again, narrowing my eyes slightly.

“You’ve changed far more than I expected.”

Barthius’s aura was savage as a beast, yet serene as the open sea. Though not quite at the level of a Lord, his power and spiritual essence had grown to that of a clan leader.

“To change the dragons, I first had to change myself.”

Barthius nodded, indicating he intended to take responsibility in order to transform the corrupted dragons’ mindsets.

“Responsibility? You don’t mean….”
“Yes. I….”

Barthius closed his eyes very slowly, then opened them and continued speaking.

“I will stand at the apex of dragonkind.”

He lifted his chin with the declaration that he would ascend to the Jade Throne of the Dragon Lord himself.

“But there are still powerful ancient dragons remaining, aren’t there?”

I lowered my brows slightly. It was true that many ancient dragons had died recently, but there were still living ancient dragons, yet Barthius declared his intention to become the Dragon Lord with such absolute confidence.

“They witnessed the Dragon Lord’s crimes and chose to stand with him. They remained silent. Such bystanders have no right to become the Dragon Lord.”

Barthius clenched his fists, as if declaring he would seize the Dragon Lord’s throne even if it meant fighting the remaining ancient dragons.

“Would you like my help?”

I tilted my chin toward Barthius. If he became the Dragon Lord, it could prove immensely beneficial to me, so I was fully prepared to assist him.

“No.”

Barthius shook his head firmly.

“The Dragon Lord stands at the apex of dragonkind. I cannot make other dragons follow me by borrowing human hands. Similarly, I have no need for their assistance either.”

He met the gaze of the four dragons watching from behind and twisted his lips into a sneer.

“You need not worry about me. Before the war with Derus Robert, I will have become the Dragon Lord and organized the dragons.”

Barthius nodded, confident that he would naturally emerge victorious in the struggle to determine the Dragon Lord and be ready for war. His bold conviction and self-assurance were almost laughable.

“Right. No need to worry then.”

I drew a thin smile as I looked at Barthius. Seeing such confidence, it seemed my assistance would be entirely unnecessary.

“Then let’s move on to the next matter.”

Barthius wiped away the blood flowing from his forehead and cast a sharp gaze.

“What happened to Envy, the Lord of Jealousy who tore open a dimension and burst forth? And those Demon Lords’ powers that were erupting from you—what became of them? Are you truly the vessel of a Demon Lord?”

He unleashed a chilling aura, as if ready to fight immediately depending on my answer.

“No.”

I waved my hand dismissively with a calm gesture.

“I am merely the human Raon Zigheart. I am not some vessel for a Demon Lord.”

I struck my chest with my fist, declaring that I was only myself.

“Then what about what happened earlier…?”

Barthius’s eyes narrowed as he recalled telling Envy that I was a Demon Lord’s vessel.

“Obviously a lie.”

I lifted my chin confidently, just as Barthius had done when declaring he would stand as Lord.

“Huh?”

Barthius’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Ahahaha! It really is you, Raon!”

Sirtiren, the Blue Dragon, burst into laughter, saying he knew it all along.

“Deceiving a Demon Lord? You’re absolutely insane.”

Balashiur, the Red Dragon, shook his head in bewilderment.

“I’ll explain it roughly. First, it’s true that I possess the authority of Demon Lords…”

I explained to the dragons how I had deceived the Demon Lords or built relationships with them to obtain their powers.

“Insane. No, you’re genuinely insane!”

Dariauran, the Black Dragon, shook his head side to side, saying I was a human he understood less the more he learned about me.

“To manipulate Demon Lords with mere words… it’s truly beyond comprehension.”

Busiharabi, the White Dragon, trembled slightly at his shoulders, genuinely terrified of me.

“There’s one more thing I’d like to ask.”

Barthius raised his hand.

“I understand that you used a Demon Lord’s power to manipulate other Demon Lords and build relationships with them. But for that to work, the first meeting with a Demon Lord would have been crucial—how did that come about?”

He knew I wasn’t lying, but his eyes narrowed as if he still couldn’t comprehend it.

“Ah, that’s….”

I glanced at Wrath, who was pouting, and curled my lips into a smile.

“There’s the Lord of Wrath, Wrath—a fellow who’s kinder than most humans. I received his help.”

I referred to Wrath not as a Demon Lord, but as a friend, and nodded.

“Hmm, I’ve heard of the Lord of Wrath, but was he really like that?”

Barthius let out a low groan, clearly unaware.

-Hey, you bastard!

Wrath approached me, wagging his tail.

-If you say it like that, doesn’t the True Demon King sound like a pushover! I’m the most terrifying king among all the lords of the Demon Realm!

He was about to strike my head with his fist, demanding I explain properly, when—

[You have slain the King of Dragons!]
[You have outwitted Envy!]
[You have achieved a great Achievement!]
[All stat increases….]
[New trait acquired….]
[….]

Reward messages for this ordeal appeared before both Wrath’s eyes and mine.

-Ah, no! There’s too many of these! Why is this happening again!

Wrath’s mouth fell open in shock, clearly not expecting a reward message to suddenly appear.

‘Look.’

I smiled darkly as I watched Wrath grind his teeth.

‘He’s a sucker, isn’t he?’

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“Raon! I’ve sent word of this situation to Zigheart!”

As I was about to set aside the reward message and continue my conversation with Barthius, Dorian suddenly burst forward.

“Well done.”

I nodded to Dorian, acknowledging his effort.

“Yes. So then….”

Dorian licked his lips as he gazed at the Dragon Lord’s corpse, clearly desiring something.

“Barthius.”

I called out to Barthius, noticing the direction of Dorian’s gaze.

“May we take the Dragon Lord’s corpse with us?”
“No objection.”

Barthius nodded, stating that since the Lord was dead, it was merely a corpse now.

“Woooooaaaaaah!”

Dorian let out a cry of joy at being able to claim the largest Dragon Lord corpse he’d ever seen, and rushed into the dimension.

“How much do you think will come out of this?”

He was humming to himself and about to stuff the Dragon Lord’s corpse into his ship’s storage when it happened.

Uuuuuuuuung!

A spiraling golden dimension tore open above the Dragon Lord’s severed neck.

Boom!

Raon urgently stepped forward with a swift movement to shield Dorian.

“What now…?”

He raised his aura with his hand on the Heavenly Sword, but nothing emerged from the golden dimension—it simply rotated before his eyes.

“You don’t need to draw your blade. That’s not an enemy, it’s…”

Barthius stepped forward in front of Raon, curling his lips into a smile.

“A gateway to the Lord’s Lair.”

He nodded, explaining that the path to the Lair that had been hidden while the Lord lived was now open.

“So…”
“Treasure!”

Just as Barthius was about to continue his explanation, Dorian burst forward as if using teleportation and let out an exultant cry.

“The Dragon Lord’s treasure!”

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