The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1184

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Chapter 1184

“The Dragon Lord’s Lair…”

I gazed at the dimensional passage shimmering with golden light and clicked my tongue softly.

“I never imagined I’d enter the Lord’s Lair in this manner.”

I had gathered information across the Continent to locate the Dragon Lord’s Lair, but that was to kill him. I could never have foreseen entering his Lair after his death.
I never imagined I would end up entering his Lair after the Dragon Lord’s death.

“Treasure?”

Gold Dragon Barthius narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the dimension leading to the Dragon Lord’s Lair.

“It doesn’t seem like there will be only the treasure you’re looking for in that place.”

He stroked his chin, saying there would be dangers lurking in the Lord’s Lair that were different from those in ordinary Dragons’ Lairs.

“W-what do you mean by that?”

Dorian wiped the drool dripping from his mouth with his sleeve and turned to look at Barthius.

“Is there a Monster in the Lord’s Lair instead of treasure?”

He suddenly seemed frightened and stepped back three paces.

“The Monster definitely exists!”

Red Dragon Balashiur nodded vigorously.

“If that perverted Lord made a bunch of bizarre chimeras, you’d better be careful.”

He snorted red breath, warning him not to carelessly enter the Lair.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen, though?”

Sirtiren, the Blue Dragon, raised his eyebrows slightly.

“The Lord didn’t like creating Guardians.”

She shrugged her shoulders, saying there was no need to be so tense.

“Barthius. What do you mean it’s not just simple treasures?”

Raon Zigheart made a brief gesture toward Barthius.

“The Lord has never revealed his Lair even once. Considering that even the ancient dragons close to him have never entered it, it must be different from an ordinary Lair.”

Barthius furrowed his brows deeply as he looked at the Dragon Lord’s corpse.

“As Sirtiren said, there probably won’t be Guardians, but we should still be cautious in case something unexpected happens.”

He clenched and unclenched his fist as if declaring he would enter the Dragon Lord’s Lair first.

“You’ve exhausted all your strength anyway.”

Dariauran, the Black Dragon, snorted at Barthius.

“Raon Zigheart will be exhausted too, so let me take the lead!”

He stepped forward as if declaring he would enter the Lair first.

“That fool is finally saying something sensible.”

Busiharabi, the White Dragon, raised his hand.

“Those who are exhausted should step back.”

He nodded, saying that those of them who still had stamina and mana remaining should enter first.

“No, Raon Zigheart and I will enter first.”

Barthius shook his head firmly.

“I have a rough idea of what the Lord has prepared.”

He exhaled a measured breath, insisting it was only right that he, being of the same Gold Clan, enter first.

“Raon Zigheart. You go in first.”

Barthius lowered his hand, instructing Raon to enter the Dragon Lord’s Lair ahead of him.

“Me first?”
“Yes. I can trust you.”

His serene eyes revealed that he would trust Raon regardless of what he chose to do.

“Understood.”

Raon nodded, opening the fist he had been clenching.

‘My strength has diminished considerably, but I’m not incapacitated.’

Though his stamina, mental fortitude, and aura were far from their peak, he possessed greater confidence in his combat ability than anyone else present in this place.

“Then I’ll enter.”

Raon stepped forward at Barthius’s nod and passed into the golden dimensional space connected to the Dragon Lord’s Lair.

Whoooooosh!

There was no sensation of his body floating as when crossing a Dimensional Gate. Nothing changed, as if he had simply walked through an ordinary door.

Yet all his companions who had been beside him had vanished.

‘The Black Universe again?’

The Black Universe where the Dragon Lord had concealed himself reappeared.
Just as Raon wondered if he had taken a wrong path, a man draped in a blue robe emerged from the edge of the universe and began charging toward him.

‘That’s…’

Raon’s teeth clenched as the man in the blue robe drew steadily closer.

‘Derus Robert!’

The man in the blue long coat who suddenly appeared and rushed at me was my enemy and the Continent’s public enemy, Derus Robert.
He drew his sword with a sinister smile, as if he had been waiting for this very opportunity.

“Damn it!”

I bit my lip and placed my hand on the Heavenly Sword.

‘Why now of all times!’

If I were in perfect condition, I might have been able to escape using Sword Realm Creation, but now my strength was completely drained, making even a counterattack impossible.
I couldn’t think of any way to overcome this crisis.

‘Damn… wait?’

I cursed at the miserable situation and furrowed my brow, then stopped.

‘Hold on.’

No matter how I thought about it, this didn’t make sense.

It wasn’t the Archangel, and Derus Robert appearing just because the Dragon Lord had died was something my common sense couldn’t comprehend.
Especially since he had personally declared war a year and one month from now before disappearing—appearing here in just one month was utterly absurd.

‘Then the condition…’

I withdrew my hand from the Heavenly Sword I was about to draw and simply watched Derus Robert approaching fiercely.

“Raon Zigheart!”

Derus Robert let out a mocking laugh and brought his blade down toward my neck. His silver hair flowed like melted candlesticks, his eyes gleamed with sinister coldness, and his aura overflowed with murderous intent and savagery. This was definitely my enemy Derus Robert from my memories.
Silver hair flowing gracefully as if melted from a candlestick, eyes gleaming with a sinister light sharp as a blade, and an aura overflowing with murderous intent and brutality. It was indeed Derus Robert, the enemy etched in his memory.

But Raon didn’t move even when he saw Derus Robert. Instead, he closed his eyes and took his fierce sword strike with his body.

Phew!

There was no pain of flesh tearing or bones breaking. It felt only as if a gentle breeze had passed through, merely brushing against his shoulder.

When I opened my eyes again, the Black Universe receded, and a lightless cave came into view.
It was a vast space so enormous that even the Gold Dragon’s true form could fit inside with room to spare. This appeared to be the Dragon Lord’s actual Lair.

“As expected.”

Barthius stepped forward to the side and nodded.

“I believed you could do it.”

He wore a faint smile, as if expressing his faith in me.

“That thing just now….”
“A trap spell the Dragon Lord had set up.”

Barthius crushed what appeared to be the magical formula he had just dispelled, letting out a scoff.

“The Lord placed a supreme-tier illusory spell to keep this place hidden. If you had tried to attack the illusion, this entire space would have collapsed completely.”

He nodded, explaining that because I hadn’t attacked the illusory Derus Robert, I had managed to prevent the Lair from vanishing.

“I was right to trust you.”

Barthius raised the corners of his mouth, saying he himself probably wouldn’t have completely escaped the Dragon Lord’s illusory magic.

“Don’t trust me too much.”

I smacked my lips briefly.

“I nearly fell for the illusion the Dragon Lord created too.”

Figuring out that Derus was fake fell into the realm of prediction.
If I hadn’t seen Derus in person not long ago, I would never have noticed he was an illusion, so Barthius’s trust felt somewhat burdensome.

“No, I will trust you.”

Barthius moved forward with a thin smile, as if saying he simply wanted to believe. Each time he extended his hand, the magical formulas lingering in this space were uprooted wholesale.

“I’ve dispelled all the traps and spells that were in the Dragon Lord’s Lair.”

Barthius created a light spell and sent it floating toward the ceiling, as if to say he could now examine the interior.

Whoooosh!

The pitch-black darkness receded, and the true form of the Dragon Lord’s Lair—where he had once dwelled—revealed itself with agonizing slowness.

“Huh…?”

As I surveyed the Dragon Lord’s Lair, my jaw clenched involuntarily.

“Swords and books?”

The objects stacked throughout the cave were so unlike what one would expect to find in a Dragon Lord’s Lair that I wondered if we’d stumbled into a Separate Space by mistake.

“No, these aren’t just ordinary books…”

I narrowed my eyes as I read the titles of the books piled high like a hill, one by one.

“They’re martial arts manuals.”

The mountain of books towering on the left side weren’t spell tomes at all—they were entirely martial arts manuals. Some were cheap editions you could buy at any Market, but there were also rare manuals whose names were recorded in legend.

“Every weapon on this side is a sword.”

Barthius furrowed his brow as he observed the swords embedded on the right side.

“It appears to be a collection meant to overcome his inferiority complex regarding Glen Zigheart.

He let out a hollow laugh, noting that the Dragon Lord seemed to have scraped together every martial arts manual and sword he could find in order to surpass Glen.

-Ha!

Wrath let out a hollow laugh as if finding it utterly absurd.

-That lizard’s hidden stash is pathetic too!

He clicked his tongue, asserting that the Dragon Lord was never master-class material from the start.

‘Still, it seems he made some effort here to overcome that inferiority complex.’

Raon shook his head, saying that didn’t seem to be the case.

‘If the Dragon Lord had walked the right path like the Previous Holy Sword Master Darkan, fighting Grandfather with his true power without becoming corrupted and broken, we wouldn’t have reached this point.’

I felt a twinge of regret that if the Dragon Lord had chosen the correct path, the outcome would have been different from what we now faced.

“There’s quite a variety of swords here.”

I whistled as I examined the blades the Dragon Lord had left behind.

“No, it’s not just the variety—the quality is all different too. There are many that could be called legendary blades.”

From cheap iron swords that looked like they’d be discarded at a village smithy to the True Emperor Blade that supposedly destroyed the Dark Empire in the distant past—every conceivable type of sword was here.

“Inside there, you’ll also find the treasures you’ve been seeking.”

Barthius nodded, mentioning that gold and jewels were also stored deeper within the Dragon Lord’s Lair.

“I’ll go inform those outside about this place and return to Oma.”

He left the Dragon Lord’s Lair, saying he would bring the people waiting outside.

“Hmm….”

As I examined the swords and was about to head toward the left side where martial arts texts were stacked, I came to an abrupt halt.

‘A book?’

In the right cave, which had been filled with nothing but swords, there was a single book remaining.
The black cover bore no characters whatsoever, and it didn’t appear to be particularly old.

“What is this book?”

I narrowed my eyes and opened the book.

“Huh?”
-What is it?

Wrath leaned in curiously.

—What kind of martial arts manual is it that you’re so shocked?

The creature wagged its tail up and down as if urging me to speak quickly.

‘This isn’t a martial arts manual.’

I hugged the tome to my chest and twisted my lips upward into a smile.

‘But it seems like it will be far more helpful to us than any martial arts manual could ever be.’

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“Wooooooaaaaaahhhhh!”

Dorian let out a cry that tore through his throat at the sight of the mountain of swords and martial arts manuals—a shriek born of pure joy and elation.

“C-can I really take all of this?”

Dorian had already stuffed more than five dragons into his spatial pouch and still had room, so he rushed toward the mountain of swords.

“There’s gold and jewels in the inner cave as well, so gather those first.”

I raised my hand and pointed toward the inner chamber.

“Yes, sir!”

Dorian rushed toward the inner cave with genuine happiness, his eyes glistening with tears.

“What exactly is that pouch?”

Barthius tilted his head in bewilderment as he watched Dorian’s retreating figure.

“Right? That level of compression is surprising even to me. It’s impossible even with our dragons’ magic.”

Sirtiren also tilted his head, unable to comprehend it.

“Lord. This old geezer researched human swords to this extent, yet why is he so pathetically weak…?”

Black Dragon Dariauran sighed as if disappointed.

“It simply means his vessel was limited to that degree.”

White Dragon Busiharabi closed his eyes slowly. He too seemed to have once respected the Lord.

“Did he gather every sword and martial technique manual from the entire Continent?”

Burren Zigheart let out a low whistle as he gazed at the martial manuals piled high like a mountain.

“Disgustingly abundant. Dragons certainly have generous hands.”

Martha examined the swords and smacked her lips with interest.

“Take whatever you want. Before something worse than the Demon Lord of Gluttony arrives.”

I gestured to Martha and Burren with a flick of my hand.

“Got it!”
“Well then, I suppose…”

Martha and Burren Zigheart rushed about with urgency, searching for martial manuals and swords suited to themselves.

“Raon. Are you alright?”

Evelyn showed no interest in the swords, manuals, or treasures, approaching me carefully as if she had been worrying about me all along.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

I nodded, saying nothing had happened.

“But why are you smiling?”

Evelyn let out a soft laugh as she looked at my expressionless face.

“Smiling?”

The Red Dragon Balashiur tilted his head as he looked at Raon.

“Isn’t that just an expressionless face?”

He shifted his gaze, questioning why Raon appeared to be smiling.

“Can’t you see? He’s smiling broadly.”

Evelyn shrugged her shoulders, insisting that Raon was absolutely delighted.

-Ah, so stalkers can read emotions now too….

Wrath glanced at Evelyn and trembled his lips as if thoroughly exasperated.

“Ha….”

I let out a hollow laugh as I looked at Evelyn.

“You really are impossible to deceive.”

I had no idea how she knew I was pleased. She truly was an uncanny woman.

“You’re right—I’m in quite a good mood right now.”

I smiled faintly and nodded.

“Why? Because you captured the Lord and obtained the treasures?”

Evelyn tilted her chin, asking for the reason.

“Capturing the Lord is good, but the information about his death has been suppressed.”

I raised a finger lightly and gestured with it.

“The Dragon Lord died within the dimension he created himself. That means neither Derus Robert, who commands the Archangels, nor the Heavenly Demon will be able to learn of his death. This will have an enormous impact on the war. And….”

I lifted my hand and tapped my chest where the black tome rested, drawing a cold smile across my face.

“Now I think I’ll be able to counterattack against Derus.”

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