Chapter 240 – Like a Dragon (2)

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Translated by Heavenly Cat

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‘It’ came like a thunderbolt.

“…!!!”

Even to the demons that ravaged the continent as usual.

Even to the demons seeking an opportunity for a comeback while watching vigilantly.

Even to the demons crouching in their own castles.

Thump

As if electrocuted by a thunderbolt.

It froze all the demons in the vicinity.

Everyone means nameless demons of course.

Demons with True Names too.

Going further, it meant even Demon Kings were no exception.

The Demon King’s Castle of Tears.

The 56th-ranked Demon King, Gremory.

Sitting on the throne, using a crouching man as a footstool.

Gremory, who was resting, realized it.

The Arcana Continent, from a place incredibly far away.

The presence transmitted from there!

Chills!

Her limbs stiffened at that murderous intent.

It must have been so intense that even the footstool sensed something unusual.

Why would he initiate a conversation with a worried face?

“…What is the matter, my Queen.”

However, Gremory could not answer.

‘If I make a mistake, my voice might be heard…!’

As said just now.

The presence was felt from a place incredibly far away.

It was a distance where not even the sound of breathing, let alone a real thunderstorm, could be heard. But in the face of terror, Gremory was unable to think normally.

Flop!

The face of a Demon King?

Who cares about that!

Gremory urgently hid her body behind the throne.

“My Queen?”

The voice of the footstool calling her.

Gremory glared at the man with eyes full of ferocious murderous intent.

Is he a stupid footwrap that he can’t even notice?

‘That uncontrollable murderous intent…!’

When she was holding her breath fully.

A thought suddenly popped up.

…Right, if it’s Demonic Eyes!

If it’s the Demonic Eyes illuminating all over the Arcana Continent.

I should be able to figure out where the source of this presence is.

Soon, Gremory’s eyes turned completely white.

It was a process to share the vision of the Demonic Eyes.

However…

‘…Nonsense.’

Nothing could be seen.

It was a fleeting moment.

Countless Demonic Eyes floating in the night sky couldn’t have disappeared all at once.

Gremory crawled on all fours and moved towards the window.

Only after looking up at the sky did she figure out the reason.

“!”

The Demonic Eyes had closed their eyes.

Terrified just like her.

They didn’t even dare to open their eyes.

‘What on earth…?’

Flop!

Gremory crouched her body again.

Then she painfully chewed upon the sensation felt in her body.

‘It happened a very long time ago but…’

She definitely felt a similar emotion to this before.

In none other than the Demon Realm.

To be exact.

‘Bael.’

The first among the top ten seats of the Demon Kings.

During Bael’s summoning ritual, that is.

She who looked up at Bael had trembled in a terror similar to now.

‘…I am afraid.’

A high-ranking Demon King.

Even if they are so foolish that words don’t get through.

It doesn’t mean their power is foolish too.

Gremory remembered clearly.

What kind of achievements Bael had accomplished.

To the extent that it wouldn’t be wrong to say it turned omnipotence upside down.

He had led a single world to complete destruction.

‘The only reason I was able to escape that terror was just…!’

Bael.

Because she had the certainty that the king of the first throne was an ally.

But the thing right now wasn’t an ally.

Gremory glanced at the footstool man.

‘Human bastards are not trembling…’

What those words meant was simple.

At this moment, the murderous intent it emits.

Is entirely directed towards demons like herself.

‘I, I don’t want to die!’

It was a terror she felt for the second time in her life.

Gremory wrapped her body using her apricot-colored hair as a blanket.

Trembled in fear.

Just wishing it wouldn’t notice her.

Praying desperately…

*

The status effect Terror-related messages popping up endlessly.

Why are there so many?

For a moment, I thought they were spam messages.

Because I didn’t particularly do anything.

‘My mana hasn’t fully recovered yet either.’

Holding onto a cleared rift or creating an anomaly of a portal leading all the way to the Arcana Continent, consumed tremendous magic power as much as it was a complex process.

‘If it wasn’t for the World Tree’s blessing, I would have lied in bed sick for a few days.’

Of course.

[The skill, ‘Natural Enemy Relationship’, activates.]

Now that the natural enemy relationship had activated, there wouldn’t be much of a problem, but.

‘By the way.’

Millions is merely the beginning.

I am your natural enemy and terror.

I was the one who fired blanks.

‘…Why is it so quiet?’

The moment I stepped onto the Arcana Continent’s land.

I wondered if demons would swarm me in droves.

I wondered if I would have to break through a siege of a swarm of demons to find Eunaxus.

I was fully prepared assuming the worst-case scenario.

‘If it’s like this, I’m thankful though.’

Meeting just Eunaxus wouldn’t be the end, right?

If I’m unlucky, there was a possibility of clashing with the faction that drove Eunaxus to his death. If the demons are being this cooperative, it’s not bad for me. I’ll be able to conserve my combat power.

“Did you finally realize that the posture of prostrating suits you. I will praise you.”

…Is this really praise?

The moment my mouth spouted words of doubt.

I called out Hiel and The End.

“Hiel, The End.”

“Hiel has responded to the Lord’s call.”

“It is a new emotion to see you in this place, Lord.”

Yes, I always feel a new emotion to your extremely polite greetings too…

But there is no time to make a fuss.

Before encountering Eunaxus, preparation work was necessary.

‘Eunaxus is not just a normal dragon.’

The leader of the dragons called Elder Dragon.

Since my preparations to encounter the Old Dragon were not yet over.

I commanded Hiel and The End respectively.

“I, Hiel, shall follow the Lord’s will.”

Hiel disappeared into the air first.

“I shall obey your command.”

…Somehow, The End, who was getting more burdensome as time went by, also disappeared to carry out the command. Having been left alone, there was someone speaking to me, of course clone number 3 cannot be left out.

-It is a bitter scenery seeing it again, Master.

Ghost Iron, who returned to his original state from Illusion Breaker.

‘This might be a relief in a way.’

The moment I cleared the CODE rift.

The need to cut through illusions disappeared.

Indeed, fitting for an ego sword with an ego.

Illusion Breaker returned to its original form of Ghost Iron.

Yes, no matter what, thinking Ghost Iron is a better name to call out than Illusion Breaker… I realized this is also not something to just be relieved about.

-Then what should I cut, Master.

This Ghost Iron.

He seemed to be simply itching to be called by a new name!

At this moment, the presences of terrified demons felt from all directions.

I carefully wrack my brain.

Even when cutting mere prototypes.

Wasn’t Ghost Iron the one who awakened with the grand name of Illusion Breaker.

‘If he awakens to cut demons…’

…Demon Slayer.

Perhaps a name with such a feel would be attached.

When I imagine spouting that name with my own mouth.

I couldn’t help but be deeply worried about my sense of shame.

In that sense, I prayed earnestly.

‘Demons, please stay prostrated like that.’

Please, keep lying flat on your faces.

Do not offend Granfel’s mood.

Whether my mouth knows my inner thoughts or not, it speaks recklessly.

“Ghost Iron.”

Why they say the clone can’t catch up to the real thing.

“It will be faster to count what I will not cut.”

It goes a step further than Ghost Iron, you see…!

‘At this rate, I might have to memorize tens of Ghost Iron’s names later?’

Names equivalent to Illusion Breaker.

When I think about reciting tens of them.

My hands and feet are already starting to curl up in cringe…

*

Every time he took a deep breath, his consciousness faded.

What was faintly visible to his open eyes.

The desolate landscape of the Arcana Continent.

The dying Old Dragon, Eunaxus, smiled.

An immortal life or something of that sort.

He thought he could throw it away at any time.

But at this moment when the shadow of death encroached upon him.

‘I was afraid of death.’

He realized how arrogant he himself was.

Bitterness nested in Eunaxus’s smile.

The voice of his younger brother, Agentress, lingered in his ears.

-“You know nothing.”

-“Because the perfect you probably doesn’t even know what an inferiority complex is.”

-“Blessing was like salvation to us, the incomplete ones!”

Even if others pointed fingers at you.

I should have understood your feelings, but.

In the end, I came to understand your feelings only when reaching death.

Eunaxus’s voice settled over the area.

“Mother… I will follow your will.”

Mother’s plan that will begin from his death.

But even if he closes his eyes like this.

Eunaxus didn’t have the confidence to face Mother’s face.

‘Cause as you can see, didn’t he fail to persuade them?

All Dragon Convocation (全龍召集).

That day, Eunaxus.

Delivered the postponed story to his slumbering kin.

The result of that was now.

Horribly torn wings.

Wounds all over his body gouged deep enough to expose muscles.

Fading breath.

It meant that the only ones capable of leaving such wounds on an Elder Dragon in the Arcana Continent.

Were similarly his fellow dragons.

“Everything is my fault.”

Everything was a result caused by his own inadequacy.

Eunaxus smiled bitterly once again.

No, strictly speaking, it would be the result of overestimating his kin.

What would his younger brother, Agentress, say if he saw this state?

‘I’ll admit it. I was an older brother worse off than my younger brother.’

Whether it was the right path or the wrong path.

If it were you who leads your kin as one…

At least you wouldn’t meet an end like mine.

However, Eunaxus did not regret his actions.

Even at the moment when death was approaching.

Eyes shining without wavering.

Those eyes were exactly the proof.

Moisture nested in Eunaxus’s voice.

“Claudi…”

Please, look down upon my foolish kin with grace.

He would not ask for forgiveness.

What he wished for was merely a bit of mercy.

But he would understand even if it wasn’t bestowed upon them.

“…Because I do not dare have the right to defy your will.”

This really is the end.

The Dragon Heart, said to be more immutable than all creation in the world, was gradually slowing down.

Pain finally began to be felt in his flesh that had lived an immortal life.

Eunaxus captured the scenery of the continent in his eyes for the last time.

‘You all were groaning in such pain.’

But it wasn’t just the Arcana Continent that entered his vision.

‘And you bastards bestowed such pain onto others.’

He saw the demons that turned the Arcana Continent into this state.

Those guys were smacking their lips.

They were whispering.

“The Dragon Heart is mine.”

“Kikhik! I should make equipment with its hide.”

“A weapon made from a dragon’s fang…!!”

Even if just for Mother’s plan.

He wanted to burn all those annoying demons to death.

But even that wasn’t possible.

He thought something like this might happen, so he entreated his kin.

To leave at least one wing intact.

“Even I, cannot follow Mother’s will?”

I, Eunaxus.

Like this.

Must I close my eyes without being able to show my face to anyone?

It is truly resentful.

“Krr…”

Squeezing out all his remaining strength.

It was his final Dragon Fear he let out, but to not even be able to chase away demons from his vicinity.

‘…I was a boundlessly weak existence.’

Srr

Eventually, unable to overcome his heavy eyelids.

The moment Eunaxus closed his eyes.

For some reason, a not unfamiliar sensation was felt.

Softly

None other than.

From the bridge of his nose.

A voice was heard in his fading ears.

“Your cry was heard, Eunaxus.”

Eunaxus only then realized.

Mother’s aura being felt.

It was the Spirit of Dawn.

However, I am sorry, fragile spirit.

As an older brother who knows Mother’s will.

Although I want to be of help to you in some way…

My physical condition does not permit it.

However, the returned answer was unexpected.

“There is nothing to worry about.”

…Nothing to worry about?

“I did not come to find you alone.”

At those words, Eunaxus poured all his strength and opened his eyes.

Then he saw.

Kneeling down.

Frothing at the mouth.

The appearance of demons whose breath had been cut off.

And then it was heard.

Step

Someone’s footsteps.

From the place where the sound was heard, light flickered.

In that halo.

An upright posture slowly revealing itself.

“!”

Eunaxus could immediately realize.

That man is exactly the dawn.

The existence chosen by Mother.

But then.

“……?”

Eunaxus’s pupils widened uncharacteristically.

Why…?

Why…!

‘Your hair is…’

The symbol of the Claudi family.

Shining with words.

A brilliant silver…?