Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation

Chapter 278. You Said Anything, Didn’t You? (1)

Receiving the impeccably polite courtesy, a faint smile formed on the Death Knight’s face.

“…Yes. I… see.”

“……”

“Twin Dragon… Sect… cough…. is a place I have not heard of due to my lack of knowledge… cough.”

“……”

“But… a sect… that can raise such… an excellent swordsman as yourself…. must surely be a great and renowned… orthodox sect.”

You are greatly mistaken, senior.

Our sect was a famous third-rate sect in the Jianghu.

But Patrick did not bother to correct that misunderstanding.

The Death Knight.

No, the one who had now become a single Plum Blossom swordsman was slowly disappearing from the tips of his toes.

There were many things he wanted to ask, so how could he correct each and every misunderstanding?

Patrick went straight to the main point.

“Who are you, senior, and why have you become like this?”

To Patrick who asked the core question, he said.

“This Taoist is…. of the great Mount Hua Sect… cough cough….”

“……”

If only he would just say his name quickly. Does he really have to say ‘of the great Mount Hua Sect’ and so on?

Even when there’s no time?

Anyway, these people from renowned orthodox sects….

“…a 7th generation disciple, Hyeon Geom.”

It was a name he had never heard before.

But at the word ‘7th generation,’ Patrick’s eyes sparkled.

“Are you a participant in the Great Orthodox-Demonic War?”

“That is correct.”

“……”

“Cough…. In my time…. this Taoist was called… the Plum Blossom Sword Saint… cough.”

“I see.”

I’m not particularly curious.

If you look through the Mount Hua Sect’s genealogy, you’ll find Plum Blossom Sword Saint, Plum Blossom Sword God, Plum Blossom Sword Lord, and so on popping up all the time, so what’s so special….

But having such a grand alias meant that he was the top master of the Mount Hua Sect of his time.

And considering the period of activity as a 7th generation disciple together….

“You are someone who has directly faced those monsters.”

“…That is correct.”

The period when the 7th generation disciples of the Mount Hua Sect were active was the nascent period of the Demonic Cult.

In other words, the time when the Heavenly Demon and the Blood Demon actually existed.

It was the darkest period for the orthodox sects in the history of the Jianghu.

If so, it was understandable that he had not made a name for himself despite possessing this skill.

The Jianghu of that time was a period when the two great demonic leaders, the Heavenly Demon and the Blood Demon, were vying for supremacy, and the orthodox sects were in the position of a shrimp caught between whales, being tragically crushed.

And the world does not remember the names of each and every shrimp one by one.

‘Even so, his skill is incredible.’

To think that a master of this caliber died without even leaving his name behind?

He couldn’t even guess how immense the monsters the Heavenly Demon and the Blood Demon of that time were.

Then, he, whose body was gradually disappearing, said.

“The reason… I do not know. My last memory is…. of challenging the Heavenly Demon…. And….”

Hyeon Geom bit his lip.

On his dying face, the emotions of fear and humiliation clearly arose.

And he continued to speak….

“This Taoist was no match for the Heavenly Demon for even ten exchanges… and was defeated… cough.”

Patrick was surprised.

To possess this skill and not even last for ten exchanges…. Then just how much of a monster was that thing called the Heavenly Demon?

“After that…. for a long time, I was just wandering… in an idle dream… cough… hooo.”

“……”

“It seems… I wasn’t much help. I am sorry.”

“Not at all. It is enough.”

His body was already more than half gone.

Patrick looked at him with a silent gaze and said.

“If there is anything you wish for in the end, please tell me.”

“Something I wish for….”

He said with a faint smile.

“It is alright.”

“……”

“I have already… received enough.”

Just being able to meet his end as a martial artist was enough.

And the swordsman of Mount Hua quietly scattered into ashes with a smile on his face.

Patrick let out a sigh and said.

“Black mages….”

Why did a Plum Blossom swordsman appear here?

And as a Death Knight at that.

It was very different from when he saw the White Tiger.

That was just in the realm of myth, but this Plum Blossom swordsman was a person related to the Murim of the Jianghu of his previous life that Patrick had directly experienced.

Why? For what reason?

For what reason was he reborn in this world?

“Hooo….”

Patrick’s gaze became cold.

He didn’t know the details, but he knew what was important.

“They’re pissing me off.”

He didn’t know what kind of scheme the black mage bastards were trying to pull by approaching him.

But now, those bastards had to know.

Who they had dared to touch.

***

“Euuughm….”

“Venerable Master?”

“Are you alright?”

Seeing the uncomfortable look on the Venerable Master’s face, his disciples hastily gathered around him.

And the Venerable Master said with a hardened expression.

“Double Dragon…. he is no ordinary man.”

“Venerable Master….”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Lust is dead.”

This was something the disciples also knew.

The moment Lust died, everyone could feel her death.

But….

“And even though the trap of death that I personally prepared was activated, the Double Dragon won.”

This was unexpected.

If it was a trap of death prepared by the Venerable Master himself, it wouldn’t be strange for the Schneider Duchy to be destroyed, let alone the Double Dragon.

But to think that the Double Dragon won?

For the disciples who knew well what kind of monster the Venerable Master was, the surprise was even greater.

The Sword Saint? The Hegemon King? The Paladins of the Holy Theocracy?

Those were just youngsters focused on the power struggles of humans.

The Venerable Master, who was drawing a bigger picture from a much higher place, was a being on a different level from such youngsters.

‘He overcame the Venerable Master’s arrangement?’

‘Double Dragon, what kind of monster is he?’

‘That bitch Lust didn’t die for nothing.’

The Venerable Master was silently lost in thought.

He suddenly raised his hand and brought it to his left eye.

Although he had an artificial eye made of amethyst implanted, his left eye could never be restored.

It was a cheap price to pay for taking the final blow from the World Tree before it died, though.

But why?

Now, this wound was throbbing.

“Come to think of it, when the World Tree met its end, he was in Evergreen too, wasn’t he?”

“Yes. That is correct.”

He kept catching his eye in every matter.

From the perspective of the Venerable Master who was drawing a big picture, he wanted to ignore the small things, but….

“It won’t do anymore.”

Feeling a sense of foreboding, the Venerable Master felt that he had to get rid of Patrick.

And as the surest method, he decided to step forward himself.

But then….

“Venerable Master.”

“Is that you, Las?”

One of the Venerable Master’s disciples appeared and spoke with a voice tinged with urgency.

“We have found the trace of a Dragon.”

At that, the Venerable Master shot up from his seat and shouted.

“Where is it? Where is it?”

“It was hiding on a remote island, having set up a barrier. What would you like to do?”

“Keu… keuhahahahahaha!”

The Venerable Master’s laughter echoed thunderously.

Just from the aftershock of the power contained in that voice, the disciples of the Venerable Master had to shrink back.

And the Venerable Master, who had stopped laughing abruptly, said.

“The time has come. Gather all the brothers. I will wipe out the seeds of those abominable beings.”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

The Venerable Master, who had issued a general mobilization order, stroked his beard and said.

“You are lucky, Double Dragon.”

He had intended to take his life himself, but now it was fine.

Because he had finally found the trace of a much more important prey.

***

After the black mage subjugation.

Patrick went to his father, Grand Duke Schneider, and said.

“Father, I’m going to be gone for a little while.”

“Where are you going?”

“To the Saint Louis Holy Theocracy.”

“Alright. Have a good…. What? The Holy Theocracy?”

“Yes.”

Looking at his son who spoke as if he were going to a friend’s house for a sleepover, Grand Duke Schneider said as if his head was throbbing.

“Why there?”

“To turn it upside down.”

He said it so easily.

Grand Duke Schneider pressed his temples with his thumb and forefinger to calm his excitement.

‘Don’t get angry. Let’s hear him out first. Since it’s my son who’s saying it, there must be a reason. Let’s ask for the reason first.’

After organizing his thoughts like that, Grand Duke Schneider, with a gentle and benevolent smile, said.

“Why are you trying to turn the Holy Theocracy upside down?”

“It’s pissing me off, isn’t it?”

Bbadik!

“I’m the one who’s pissed off, you bastard. Me!”

The man who pisses off even the man of character, Grand Duke Schneider.

Patrick Schneider.

***

A little while later.

In the end, to calm down his furious father, Patrick told him the reason straight.

“I’m going to screw over the black mages.”

“Black mages? Why are you looking for them in the Holy Theocracy?”

“Father, doesn’t anything come to mind when you see the black mages who have recently infiltrated our fiefdom?”

“……”

Not particularly.

As Grand Duke Schneider remained silent, Patrick let out a small sigh.

‘He’s smart, but he’s not very perceptive.’

He was a typical person who couldn’t do politics or intrigue.

Probably, if he were in the Central Plains, he would have studied hard and been appointed as an official, then been terrible at politics and shuffled around as a low-level official, and in the end, been purged for being unperceptive.

Looking at such a father, Patrick said.

“The black mage who died at my hands and the black mage who approached Jason before that. Both of them were disguised as low-grade priests of the Holy Theocracy.”

“Hmm…. Isn’t it a coincidence?”

“And the three black mages who died with the woman named Rita also came disguised as novice priests. They all used identities from the Holy Theocracy.”

“……”

It was certainly a bit much to call it a coincidence.

But….

“Even so, it’s hard to believe.”

“What is?”

“It’s the Holy Theocracy, of all places. Isn’t it a place where priests who serve God and paladins live? Would black mages really set up a base there? If it were the Empire, maybe.”

“Father, you know the magicians from the circus troupes that sometimes come to the fiefdom to perform, right?”

“…Why are you suddenly talking about that?”

“Anyway. Do you know how those magicians perform their tricks of hiding things and pulling out doves?”

“…I wonder?”

“They make people think exactly what you just said, ‘surely’.”

“……”

“Surely they wouldn’t have hidden it in that small gap? Surely they wouldn’t have switched it in that short time? Surely they wouldn’t have gone that far? For just a magic trick?”

“Uuuhm…”

“If you make them have that ‘surely’ perception, it’s the safest bet, right? You don’t even need to persuade the doubter. They persuade themselves with the word ‘surely’.”

“……”

“Father, a moment ago, you said, ‘surely’ black mages wouldn’t have infiltrated the Holy Theocracy, right?”

“I did, didn’t I?”

“Because there are people who think like you, Father, from the perspective of the black mages, it was definitely worth infiltrating.”

“……”

Grand Duke Schneider, stroking his chin in thought.

A place that no one suspects may be difficult to hide in, but once you can hide, it’s the safest territory.

His son’s argument was….

‘It has a point.’

After hearing his son’s words, he himself became suspicious of the Holy Theocracy.

“Then…. what are you thinking of doing when you get there?”

“Let’s see? Well, it’s not like I have no plan at all….”

[Pope, come out!]

Is that a plan?

Isn’t that usually called a rampage?

Patrick shrugged his shoulders and said.

“Well, I don’t know what will happen, so I was thinking of just going there, clashing with them, and then moving according to the situation with improvisation.”

“So you have no concrete plan.”

“Well, what can I do? I’m not Zhuge Liang….”

“Who’s that?”

“There is such a person. An evil villain with extremely wicked wisdom who assisted the lord of evil, Liu Bei, and drove the grand plan of the great hero, Cao Cao, to failure….”

“Ah, that’s enough. Stop.”

When his son said things he couldn’t understand, it was better not to listen.

Grand Duke Schneider thought for a moment and then said.

“Aside from what you’re going to do when you get there, you have no pretext to go to the Holy Theocracy in the first place.”

“No, do I need a pretext to go?”

“You do. You are no longer just an ordinary person, but the Grand Young Master, the successor of the Schneider Duchy.”

“Uuuhm….”

Having a position and a higher status had its good points, but also its inconveniences.

It had become difficult to move around and act freely like in the past.

But he couldn’t go either.

If the black mages were disguising themselves in the Holy Theocracy, Patrick was confident he could distinguish them at a glance.

So, if possible, it was necessary for him to go in person.

‘Should I just go secretly?’

Looking at such a son, Grand Duke Schneider said.

“Hmph, it seems you have no particular method.”

No, this boy was just planning to go recklessly.

Whether he knew his son’s heart or not, Grand Duke Schneider said, as if enjoying the pride of a father who could do what his son wanted for the first time in a while.

“Come to think of it, we have established the foundation of a country, but we haven’t paid our respects to the surrounding nations.”

“…Huh?”

“We need to dispatch a delegation to the Holy Theocracy to strengthen the friendship between our two countries…. What do you think? Would you like to go?”

He had created an excuse to visit openly with a pretext, not secretly.

Patrick raised the corners of his mouth in a grin and said.

“That’s great. I’ll go and firmly strengthen the friendship between our two countries.”

“Hahaha. Yes. Go and do well.”

Let’s just pause here for a moment.

Dispatching Patrick Schneider as an envoy to strengthen ‘friendship’?

Is this right?