Chapter 231

Chapter 231

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[Translator – Peptobismol]

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The ominous presence was unmistakable. It was the mana of the black-clad man seen at Aurora Skar. A shiver ran up the arm holding the hilt of the sword.

‘Could he still be around?’

Not knowing his identity could be extremely dangerous. Ronan urgently turned to Aselle and Shullifen and spoke.

“Quickly, check the area. Now.”

“N-Now?”

“Yes, it’s urgent.”

Though puzzled, the two followed his command. Along with Adeshan, two of the most efficient detection nets from Philleon Academy spread out in all directions. Aselle, eyes closed, stammered as he spoke.

“Th-there’s no one within a 5km radius. Positive.”

“Within 3km... hmm.”

Shullifen, about to follow up, shut his mouth. Judging by his frustrated glance at Aselle, it seemed Aselle had the superior detection abilities.

“Good.”

Only after hearing their reports did Ronan let out a sigh of relief. It seemed the man had already finished his business and left. Frowning as he looked down at Drahavier’s corpse, Ronan muttered.

“What the hell did this?”

At the junction of the neck and body, there was a gaping hole large enough to be shocking. Blood and seawater were gushing out of the hole. The absence of any other injuries suggested it had been a one-hit kill.

Considering its size and the thickness of its scales, Drahavier was a much stronger dragon compared to Landoheidel. It was hard to believe it had been taken down so easily. Ronan was about to lean closer when,

【Cough... ugh!】

“Shit, that scared me.”

From afar, Drahavier’s head twitched. The noise, reminiscent of a whale spouting water, startled Ronan into swearing.

Though he was sure the dragon was dead, it appeared to still be alive. Moving across Drahavier’s neck, Ronan leaped onto the other wing.

Positioned in such a way that the left wing was in front of his face, it felt like they were facing each other. Seeing it this way, Drahavier truly was a massive dragon.

Its enormous, bright yellow eyes, as big as coconuts, were glaring at him. This was crucial. Clearing his throat, Ronan began to speak.

“Lord Drahavier, are you alright?”

【Yes... are you one of the organization’s members?】

“Yes, I am. Such an injury, what happened to you?”

【Ah... good. Caugh, has he left...?】

Feigning to be a member of the Green Fang, Ronan spoke calmly. Aselle and Shullifen swallowed nervously.

Drahavier, lying down, hadn’t yet noticed the state of his son, still collapsed on his wing. After vomiting blood, he continued to speak.

【Tell my son, Landoheidel... to flee far from Adren... that spear, that spear is...】

“A spear? What do you mean?”

【He... is planning to assassinate the His Majesty with it... maybe even worse...】

“His Majesty? Do you mean the Dragon King? Please speak louder.”

Ronan asked, but there was no answer. Drahavier, now rambling like a demented old man, seemed close to death.

【This Poison Dragon... butterfly of the sea... ah...】

It seemed he was no longer in his right mind. A spear? Suddenly, the incident at Aurora Skar came to mind.

‘That box.’

According to Dydican, the black-clad man had commissioned a weapon, something that looked like a pillar or a spear. It took six men to barely move the box containing the weapon. Ronan remembered how the black-clad man had smashed the heads of two Green Fang members over a single drop of blood on the box.

‘Was he struck by that?’

Having never seen the inside of the box, he couldn’t be sure. However, if the hypothesis was correct, it was a truly formidable weapon.

To pierce dragon scales, known to be one of the hardest substances in the world, like paper. Ronan, his voice tinged with urgency, questioned.

“Do you know the name of that dark man? Who is he?”

【The great cause... so close... drenched in regret...】

“Hey, you poison dragon!”

【Lando... heidel...】

Despite Ronan’s urging, there was no response. Drahavier’s eyes dimmed as he muttered his son’s name for the last time. Scratching his head, Ronan spat on the ground.

“What the hell is going on...”

The current situation was hard to comprehend. The black-clad man, the mysterious weapon, and the plan to assassinate the Dragon King. There were too many overwhelming pieces of information.

One thing was certain: they needed to go to Adren. Just then, Shullifen, examining Landoheidel, shook his head.

“He died instantly. Judging by the missing heart, he didn’t even have time to scream.”

“Right. I guess it’s a small mercy he didn’t see his son die...”

Landoheidel’s heart and the surrounding area were completely gouged out. Though much smaller than Drahavier, the hole’s size made it seem more severe. Ronan clicked his tongue as he looked at the corpses of the two dragons.

“Damn it.”

Though it was a relief that a would-be adversary had been eliminated, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. Father and son lying together—it was a tragic death, even considering they were enemies.

But that was that, and there was still work to do. As Ronan assessed the situation, he spoke.

“Aselle, if you have any empty bottles or containers, bring them all over here.”

“Wh-where do we go now?”

“We need to go through immigration. I know where it is.”

Itargand had mentioned that the only immigration checkpoint was on the north side of the island. As Aselle moved his hand, the ship’s bow turned. Young hatchlings flew around the ship, laughing gleefully.

“Ahaha, humans! Humans!”

“Hello, hello!”

After sailing above the clouds for a while, they finally reached their destination. Indeed, a wide and long stone pier, reminiscent of a bridge, jutted out from the middle of the northern side.

A tall white obelisk, about five stories high, marked this place as special. It was the immigration checkpoint for visitors from outside.

The pier was lined with various airships and mounts like griffins. At the end of the pier, a massive gate connected to the island, large enough for dragons in their true form to pass through.

Aselle landed the ship on the pier. The ship, leaning as it landed, looked clumsy, but there was no other option since it wasn’t an airship. After a week at sea, they slowly walked towards the gate. Ronan raised his eyebrows.

“There are others besides us.”

In front of the gate stood six or seven humans, who seemed to have arrived earlier. Their flashy and unfamiliar attire suggested they were envoys from other countries.

Two burly guards blocked the gate. An elderly man with a long hat sat next to them. He appeared to be the examiner. Shullifen, observing the scene, spoke up.

“The atmosphere isn’t good.”

“Huh?”

Ronan tilted his head. Focusing a bit, he heard the sounds of an argument.

“Leave at once. We are not accepting visitors right now.”

“Th-That’s impossible! We made this appointment six months ago!”

“That’s unfortunate. But we cannot let you in.”

“This is outrageous! We will lodge a formal protest!”

The man, who appeared to be an envoy, started to vent his frustration. He must have been deeply aggrieved to show such defiance, likely unaware that the examiner was a dragon or a servant of one.

However, the guards continued to mechanically repeat their order to leave. After a few minutes, the examiner stood up. He walked between the guards and spoke to the envoy.

“I am Examiner Banartier. You refuse to leave?”

“Finally, someone reasonable! As I said, we are here under direct orders from our king!”

The envoy raised his voice upon seeing the examiner. The old man, Banartier, listened quietly to his grievances. The envoy gestured passionately, expressing his frustration.

“This is not a trivial matter. It is a breach of protocol between nations. To our king...!”

“Yes, I understand.”

Suddenly, the examiner’s mouth opened wide. The guards turned their heads away. Fwoosh! Flames erupted from the examiner’s mouth, engulfing the envoy. Ronan’s party froze in place.

“H-Heeek!!”

Aselle screamed. The molten flames subsided in less than three seconds. The lively upper body of the envoy was completely incinerated.

Thud. The lifeless body fell to the ground. The charred lower half could no longer speak.

The people who appeared to be the envoy’s companions looked like they were about to faint. After being frozen for a while, they screamed and fled.

No one retrieved the body, so the charred remains stayed there. The examiner looked at Ronan’s party and spoke dispassionately.

“Next.”

“...He killed him.”

Ronan chuckled wryly. The infamous immigration process lived up to its reputation. He turned to Aselle and Shullifen.

“Don’t worry. We have our marks.”

“R-Right? That should be fine, right?”

“Yes. We are servants of the famous Itargand. Don’t be afraid.”

Aselle asked tearfully. Shullifen nodded calmly. Ronan patted their shoulders and spoke.

“Let’s check one more time before we go. Show me your marks.”

“H-Here...”

Aselle rolled up his sleeve. Shullifen showed the back of his hand without a word. The imprint of Itargand was clearly engraved on both of them. Finally, Ronan lifted his shirt.

“Alright, then I’ll...”

Wanting to show off, he had asked to have it engraved on his back. The examiner, looking at Ronan baring his back, saw the two companions’ faces turn grim.

“...Huh?”

“Are you sure it was engraved here?”

“What are you talking about? You saw it just yesterday.”

Their expressions were not good. Ronan frowned and reached towards his back.

The engraved area should have a slight indentation, so it should be detectable by touch. As he groped his back, his eyebrows shot up.

“What?”

The mark wasn’t there. He could only feel the skin and muscles beneath his fingertips.

Aselle and Shullifen stared in disbelief at Ronan’s empty back. The examiner, losing patience, spoke again.

“Didn’t you hear me? Next.”

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