The Regressed Son of a Duke is an Assassin

Cyan, fused with the demon sword, was no longer in human form.

He was the embodiment of black mist.

Not the primordial nature, but an artificial nature that seemed to be created by him.

He emitted a negative aura that stirred various emotions just by looking at him.

“Lu- Lucion sir? That power is definitely…?”

“The power of an exile banished from the divine realm.”

Lucion Caronis Aron Ze Moarian Charolrt.

A pureblood Silver Dragon, untainted by the blood of any other beings.

He looked at Cyan’s transformed appearance with a very interested gaze.

“Yes, you too must have something you believe in, to reveal those detestable fangs…”

Cyan remained silent.

He simply walked out of the barrier he had created with dignity.

His sharpened eyes contained nothing but murderous intent.

“But no matter how sturdy the vessel, it cannot contain an overflowing river. Even if one possesses divine armor, the weak body of a human has its limits. As I’ve said repeatedly, it’s most important for primitive species like you to understand your place.”

Lucion, with a strange smile, concentrated mana in his hand.

-Crackling

As if electricity clashed, a strong spark occurred.

The concentrated mana gradually took shape, eventually transforming into a long spear.

“You should consider it an honor to see my light spear, human. Try your best to struggle as much as you can. If you catch my interest, you might also become a subject of my research like that half-finished one…”

“You talk way too much.”

With a speed that left no room for response, Cyan, the embodiment of black mist, approached Lucion in the blink of an eye and delivered a rapid strike.

-Clang!

It was truly a moment where instinct, not the mind, blocked the attack.

Lucion, who barely managed to block the sword with his spear, no longer had the leisure on his face from before.

“What kind of movement is this…!”

-Swish

The moment the purple blade slid down the spear shaft, Cyan’s body dynamically rotated, unleashing a flurry of strikes that were twice, no, three times faster than the previous attack.

-Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Lucion was too busy blocking to even counterattack.

If his concentration faltered even slightly, it felt as if that sinister sword would pierce his noble body,

So Lucion had to block desperately, not wanting that to happen.

“How dare a lowly human…!”

As Lucion’s anger manifested divine energy, a blue magical circle appeared above Cyan’s head along with lightning.

-Crackling

At this, Cyan quickly retreated, deflecting the sword.

In the space Lucion had retreated to, white lightning swirled and the ground was scorched black.

“Kuh…”

The moment Lucion thought he had bought some time and looked at Cyan again,

“…!”

Between 0 and 1 second.

A brief moment too short to even take a breath.

Blood-red eyes filled with murderous intent were once again looking down at Lucion from a close distance.

At that moment, Lucion thought,

This attack is impossible to avoid…

“Lord Lucion!”

-Clang!

A purple demon sword met with a transparent, colorless barrier.

A protective shield concentrated with divine energy and magic, a unique defensive method of dragons that could not be penetrated by any means of ordinary human strength.

“Ca-Cadelina…!”

“Step back and regroup, sir! I will block this worthless human!”

The dragon with red hair blocked the strike and spread her large wings, releasing the noble race’s power.

“Haap!”

-Thud!

Divine energy concentrated from her hands spread through the barrier, and Cyan’s body was repelled, unable to withstand the wave.

“Step back, Cadelina! He is not an opponent you can face…”

“Do not worry, Lord Lucion! Such a lowly human’s power cannot penetrate my shield…”

In that moment, she saw it.

Within the space of light flickering from the lightning created by Lucion,

The black mist filling the vast field of vision of the dragon…

The moment she locked eyes with the blood red eyes within that ignorant mist, she was consumed by an inescapable fear that pervaded her entire body.

Her hands holding the barrier began to tremble.

Cyan softly murmured as he looked at her.

“Dance of the Sword: The scattering of eight petals…”

Along with the sword technique, the floating demon sword danced in the air as if performing acrobatics with a speed that even the noble dragon’s senses couldn’t catch up to.

She couldn’t respond at all until eight slashes were drawn.

She could only watch as the slashes pierced through the barrier and into her body.

-Crackle

“Aaaah…!”

Split into 8 pieces, Cadelina’s body was scattered in all directions.

Thick blood poured over it, staining the black mist red.

Lucion watched it all.

His heart pounded violently, and his blood raced.

The emotion he was feeling now could be summarized in one word.

Fear.

The highest race, born of divine blood, was feeling fear against a mere human.

“What in the world are you…?”

There was no longer any arrogance in Lucion’s voice.

Only questioning.

He desperately wanted to know what the being before him was, to show such a monstrous power.

“…”

His hands gripping the spear were shaking uncontrollably.

A giant whirlpool rising from the magic circle, and within it, a silver-haired dragon slowly undergoing transformation.

To others, it might seem like a vulnerable state.

The most defenseless state among all the forms shown so far.

Just one stab above the head, and without any means of protection, it would be enough to kill.

‘Wow! A dragon is transforming right in front of me~!’ Did you expect admiration?

I don’t remember where I heard it, but apparently, it’s an unwritten rule not to attack during a transformation.

A minimum courtesy in combat, was it?

So, does that mean I have to watch this damn transformation fully?

Why would I? I’m an assassin.

If I see the best possible angle, courtesy and formality don’t matter; I just dive in and kill.

That’s the last rule an assassin must follow.

The same applies to that tall bastard.

As the mist covered Kaeram, I kicked off the ground and ran.

Have you ever seen the roots of a large tree?

All plants are buried in the ground, supporting the stem through roots that spread in all directions.

A small sapling grows into a large tree, creating thousands of leaves.

Even a single small stem spread out in the ground, over time, grows countless roots.

Rich roots that grow without knowing where they will go or extend.

This small strike that I will plant into that giant body, after enduring and enduring through countless times, will become the root of a sturdy tree, the center of a forest.

“Dance of the Sword: The Roots of a Sturdy Tree!”

-Crack!

The moment the dragon’s body had fully matured into its adult form.

Lightly leaping from the ground, I plunged Kaeram into the very center of his body.

-Sssss

The mist surrounding the sword burrowed into his body, splitting into hundreds of paths like roots spreading through a tree, dispersing throughout his entire body.

“You, what have you done to me…!”

It was all well and good to transform so bravely, but now it was time for him to exit the stage.

I looked into his eyes and smiled softly.

“In your next life, be born with flexibility rather than nobility.”

“Aaaaargh!”

He responded with a fierce scream.

The mist, passed down through the sword, soon created hundreds of holes in the man’s body, tearing it apart with cracks and splitting the massive body apart without any chance of healing.

-Thud

I killed them.

Two members of the best race, dragons, on the ground in just five minutes.

The bodies of the dragons were torn and split into hundreds of pieces scattered all over the place.

I don’t know if this is the right thing to say in this situation, but why does this sight look to me right now…

Like a feast?

“Brian!”

“Yes, sir!”

He quickly ran to me and I picked out a piece of meat.

Blood was dripping from the flesh.

“Sir, why…?”

“Eat.”

“Yes?”

He thought he heard it wrong and his eyes widened.

“This is a delicacy of life that you can’t eat again if you don’t eat it now. There’s no better food for strengthening your body, so fill your stomach as much as you can.”

As I said that, I also picked out a piece of meat and drank the blood that was inside.

Krrr…

I felt the holy dragon’s energy spread deep inside my body.

He was a bit stupid, but the blood of the strongest race on the ground is different!

[…]

Kaeram, who was next to me, shook herhead as if she was bored.

“Papa, is that delicious? Can I eat it too?!”

Nana, who had regained her energy, came up to me and said.

“You can’t. I’ll give you something else when you go back! Eat that.”

“No! Nana wants to try it too! Nana wants to eat it!”

You little rascal. I don’t want to make you cannibalize your own kind.

I gently grabbed Nana’s clothes as she ran towards the body. She whined because she couldn’t go forward. It was a sight to see.

(To be continued)