Dragonslayer’s Class Regression 192

Chapter 192

Zeke questioned in confusion after hearing Shadia’s words.

“What did you say?”

“The Northern Grand Duke killed all threatening lords and subjugated their vassals.”

She told Zeke with a slightly trembling voice.

“Boss, the Northern Grand Duke I saw… was a monster.”

Shadia was the first disciple of the Mountain Elder and an assassin of Salmak who had gone through all kinds of chaos.

Even someone like her was genuinely terrified by what she had witnessed in the north.

Zeke asked Shadia.

“So what’s the current situation in the north?”

“…Everyone is holding their breath, waiting to see how the Northern Grand Duke will act.”

Zeke put down the documents he was holding.

“I suppose these materials you brought are useless now.”

Shadia silently nodded.

Zeke turned his head and looked out the window. Then he recalled a memory from his previous life.

The figure of the Northern Grand Duke wielding a greatsword while wearing armor and thick wolf fur.

Her presence was like that of a legendary Valkyrie.

The allies called her with reverence, and enemies with fear:

The Iron Blood Sword

Zeke smirked at his reflection in the window.

‘To think I was worried about the Iron Blood Sword. If she heard this, she would have laughed for three days and nights.’

The Guardian of the North and the King of the North.

In his previous life, she was both a goal and an ideal that Zeke wanted to grasp somehow.

He found it amusing that he had worried about the Northern Grand Duke even for a moment.

Because he knew better than anyone that she wasn’t someone who needed help from others.

Shadia asked Zeke.

“What should we do, Boss? Do you want me to gather more information about the northern situation?”

Zeke shook his head.

“No. That won’t be necessary. I’ll give you a different mission.”

“What mission?”

Zeke handed Shadia the documents about Narak’s base that he had obtained from interrogating Dario.

“These are materials about coffee production sites. Find places with traces of the old church or suspicious cult activities.”

Shadia received the documents and nodded.

“Understood, Boss.”

With her response, Shadia’s body silently disappeared.

The carriage carrying Zeke continued forward as if nothing had happened.

* * *

After arriving at the mansion, Zeke took a rest and fell asleep for the first time in a while.

Usually, Zeke dedicated all his time to training except for two hours of sleep which was enough for him.

Normally, Zeke would fall asleep without dreaming, but today felt different somehow.

‘What is this?’

When Zeke came to his senses, he realized he was in a familiar space.

A space overgrown with bamboo forest.

It was none other than the Highlander territory on Mount Ouroboros where the Hermit of Stories resided.

‘I’m not sure what’s going on.’

Zeke found it difficult to distinguish whether this was a dream or real space.

He cautiously went up to the house where the Hermit of Stories lived while being wary of his surroundings.

When he arrived, the Hermit was lying on a wooden platform waiting for Zeke.

“Ah, finally connected.”

The Hermit stretched and got up when he saw Zeke arrive.

Zeke asked the Hermit of Stories.

“Is this a dream?”

The Hermit answered with an expression that suggested it was difficult to explain.

“It’s a dream for you but not for me. I called you to my domain using dreams as a medium.”

Though he didn’t understand exactly what it meant, it seemed that Zeke’s physical body hadn’t actually moved to this space.

The Hermit of Stories complained while looking at Zeke.

“What have you been doing? I kept trying to call you in your dreams but couldn’t connect at all.”

“I’ve been busy so I barely slept.”

“You barely slept? Are you even human?”

The Hermit of Stories shook his head.

He clicked his tongue briefly, then opened his fan and said to Zeke.

“I heard you found the Holy Grail. From what I hear, you’re quite famous in various places.”

“You mean me?”

“Yes. Quite a few people at the High Table said they’d heard of you too. Ah, Nigel also said he knows you.”

Zeke was startled when his previous master was suddenly mentioned.

“…How does he know me?”

“The Rock Tribe Chief asked him to catch the Nine-Headed Dragon, so he finally found a proxy to manage the forest and went, but you had already caught it.”

“Ah. The Hydra…”

It was about this life, not his previous one. Zeke sighed in relief while rubbing his chest.

But the Hermit of Stories continued.

“He was grinding his teeth saying you stole his prey. Be careful if you ever go to the Forest of the Forgotten.”

“…”

Zeke felt that his master was no different from his previous life and reaffirmed his decision to avoid looking in that direction.

Zeke spoke with a deliberately calm expression.

“I found one of the holy relics. I still need to find the other two.”

“Actually, I asked the High Table members about that. That’s why I contacted you.”

The Hermit of Stories waved his hand and pulled out a book.

“Hmm. Let me see. Ah, here it is.”

While flipping through the book, he said to Zeke.

“I asked everyone, but no one really knows about the holy relics. They’ve all wasted their years.”

He continued while Turning pages.

“I found some credible information though. Have you heard of Tyr’s Shield?”

“Never heard of it.”

“It’s a very old legend. Anyway, Tyr was a warrior who showed valor comparable to Hero King Kaisir before the ancient Chronos Kingdom was formed.”

“A valiant warrior…? Wait. Could that be Knight of Valor Tyuz? One of the knights of the Clock Tower…”

“Tyus? Ah, the pronunciation could have changed to that. But the original pronunciation is Tyr.”

From watching the Kaisir Chronicles, Zeke knew about the legendary Clock Tower knights. Tyus, or Tyr, was Kaisir’s rival who matched him until the end.

“I think this Tyr’s Shield is a holy relic.”

Zeke tilted his head at his words.

“I heard in legends that Tyus jumped into enemy lines with only a sword, without armor or shield, to prove his valor. Did he have a shield?”

“That’s how recent versions record it. Wait…”

The Hermit waved his hand and a large three-dimensional image appeared. In the ancient battle scene, a man was charging into enemy lines holding only a shield.

“In older versions, Tyr actually jumped into enemy lines with just a shield, not a sword.”

“Only with a shield?”

“Yes. Since swords are more popular than shields these days, I think the story changed. Stories often get distorted by those who tell them.”

The explanation made sense, considering how even the Dragon Slayer legend was passed down incorrectly.

Zeke examined the shield in the image carefully, remembering Hoshgar’s mention of a shield being one of the holy relics.

When Zeke asked why he thought it was a holy relic, the Hermit explained that across various versions of Tyr’s legend, he was never wounded by enemy attacks while holding the shield, or would quickly recover from any wounds.

“Have you heard of Creta?”

“What’s that?”

“It was a kingdom in the northern continent. So many minotaurs lived there that hunting one was a warrior’s coming-of-age ceremony.”

“Why mention this?”

“Because Tyr was from this kingdom.”

The Hermit continued speaking.

“Tyr was the illegitimate son of Creta’s king. Abandoned in the forest at birth, he was raised by druids. He showed incredible strength even before coming of age, catching a minotaur barehanded at age fifteen.”

“That’s incredible. There wasn’t even a concept of Aura in that era.”

“True. Some versions say Tyr received a blessing from a lake fairy to gain tremendous power.”

“A lake fairy…?”

“Given the context, it must be the Fairy King.”

“You think the Fairy King gave Tyr a shield imbued with his power?”

“That’s what I think. Holy relics are artifacts the Fairy King created for humans. After Hero King Kaisir left for the fairy realm, Tyr returned to his homeland – Creta.”

“Creta continues through the Tourn family line.”

Zeke was surprised.

“You mean Tourn, Draker’s blood ally?”

“Yes. The Tourn family are descendants of Creta Kingdom – Tyr’s bloodline.”

The unexpected revelation confused Zeke.

The Hermit continued explaining that the Tourn family likely doesn’t know their lineage traces back to hero Tyr, since much of the history was lost.

Zeke decided to investigate the Tourn family for Tyr’s shield, and asked how to contact the Hermit.

“Hold any storybook in front of a mirror and call me.”

“Will that transmit messages?”

“No, that just summons me. Then I’ll call you in dreams like this.”

“…”

Zeke nodded, though he wished for a communication orb. The Hermit promised to relay any information about other holy relics.

After returning to his bed in Atlas mansion, Zeke reflected on how the Hermit, despite his casual demeanor, was truly a member of the High Table who transcended this world’s rules.

“The Tourn family. I was planning to meet them anyway. Perfect timing.”

Zeke rose from his bed with gleaming eyes.

It was time for him to take action again.

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