The Lord Is Too Overbearing

"Your pressure—it is harming my company." Basil gestured at Tinuviel and the others.

"They are... weak. It is their unfortunate fate to be born that way," the Dragon replied neutrally.

"Ho-oh? Your arrogance has become apparent now that you can speak clearly," Basil replied, hiding a smile at the answer that he had expected. "That, unfortunately, can't be the case. I have to ask you to alleviate the pressure."

"Human, you seem to have forgotten your position. No intruder has any right to complain about being treated harshly by the owner of the place," retorted the Dragon coldly.

Listening to the conversation between the two, touched as they were by Basil's initiative, the people silently suggested Basil that he should just back down. They could easily tell the talk wouldn't go anywhere.

Tinuviel, representing the Elves, wanted to stand up and apologize to the Dragon so they could immediately climb down the mountain, but she couldn't even push her body upwards. Her body felt so heavy that maintaining her current position was a chore.

"Hmph! The owner of the place you said? I didn't expect you to be a comedian. Ah, even the things I have heard from comedians weren't as ludicrous," Basil sneered, much to the people's horror.

"Be careful with what you say, human," the Dragon warned. "Ants die when they are trampled."

"Dragons die when they are slain—what is your point?" Basil quirked his eyebrow and smirked condescendingly.

"You are trying too hard to touch my reverse scale. You don't have to—"

"Young Dragons are easier to anger, I know." Basil nodded his head lightly. "They are easier to slay too."

Rawr!

Enraged, the Dragon roared at Basil. Its breath, like a storm, was strong enough to uproot trees but he wasn't even winded in the slightest; his clothes also didn't flap, indicating that its breath wasn't strong enough to go against his wind manipulation.

The only one who could stay calm about it was, of course, only Basil. The people behind him were having a very a dark look on their face, because they were expecting the worst to happen.

'When is he going to stop? What will he get from this exchange?'

'Basil... You are going to kill all of us this time.'

'My Lord is playing with fire again, isn't he?'

Uncaring to what the people felt about his action, Basil fiddled with the swords in his hands in a threatening but playful manner. It was clear to the people that he was intentionally provoking the Dragon.

The Dragon felt provoked. It didn't have any intention to kill Basil before; but, after how he had been behaving for the past few minutes, it was too irked to leave him alive.

"Do you want to kill me now?"

"You are weird, human. You looked like someone who had seen the creation of this world before, but you look like a baby who was just born yesterday now."

"Want to see a baby killing a Dragon?"

"Your arrogance will cost you your life!"

Rawr!

Again, the Dragon roared mightily. Its roar was so loud that it almost ruptured everyone's eardrums even though they were protected by Magic.

"Let's do this somewhere, shall we?" Basil, like he had always been, was calm. "Deacon, follow after me!"

He activated [Synchronisation] and kicked the ground as soon as the golden armour covered his body. Crashing into the Dragon's body, much to the people's bafflement, he took it away with him.

He ran while pushing the Dragon's body until he reached the peak of Khirokiev Mountain, the Golden Peak. Roughly 400 metres was covered in 8 seconds, which was unbelievable considering what he brought with him.

Dragons were the most prideful creatures in this world. With their immense power, they believed they could conquer the whole world, so when they did nothing, the whole world should treat them respectfully.

It might sound narcissistic, but what they believed had never been wrong—at least, for the older Dragons. While strong, the younger Dragons weren't as fearsome as the older ones, so they were quite tame compared to the older ones.

Burst!

"Insolent human!" The Dragon shouted indignantly after shooting fire out of its mouth. "How dare you treat me like that? Who do you think you are?!"

It turns out, this young Dragon wasn't as tame as how young Dragons normally were. Just like any young creature, it thought itself to be standing at the peak of the world.

"Who do you think you are to ask me those questions?" Basil retorted.

"I am an existence that can end you!"

"I can say the same thing to you."

Standing on its hind legs, the Dragon shot its fire breath at Basil after his remark. The Pacifer immediately jumped to the air, getting away from the trajectory of the fire breath.

Deacon walked in on this situation and he immediately patted himself in the back for not rushing. Had he rushed, he might have been burnt to crisp in Basil's stead.

Rawr!

When the fire died down, the Dragon turned to the sky to look at Basil. He, however, had landed on Deacon's back at that point, making it think it was playing with him.

Standing on Deacon's back, Basil said, "Be my pet and I shall give thee meat everyday. Eat it thou shalt not however; roast it thou shalst." His Pacifer Seal was shining brightly in the middle of his forehead.

"This presence again... Human, you remind me of someone I abhor," paying no attention to Basil's mocking statement, the Dragon remarked. "I now remember where I had felt the same presence that you currently have."

"Ho-oh? Pray tell, big lizard."

"This insolent human!"

The Dragon became absolute that it could never converse with Basil calmly. Basil was constantly touching its reverse scale, so it concluded that it should teach him why he shouldn't provoke it as soon as possible.

Turning around quickly, the Dragon whipped its long tail at Deacon, who had Basil on his back. Deacon easily jumped to dodge it, allowing it to burn and cut the golden vegetation behind him.

After retracting its tail, the Dragon swung one of its front legs at Deacon. The Tyrant Saberwolf, once again, managed to dodge it, allowing the Mana Blades that the Dragon sent them to tear the ground and the trees apart.

"Master, that creature looks like it can do this all day. We need to figure out a way to fight it," Deacon said agitatedly.

"Worry not, my Beast. Do what thou dost best and let thy Master face it," Basil replied calmly.

"I am sorry for being incompetent."

Instead of responding to Deacon, Basil jumped off his back and rushed straight to the Dragon. The Dragon's slitted pupils immediately shrunk; its pressure was amplified.

Deacon, at this point, dropped to the ground. He could no longer stand on his feet and his focus was solely on keeping his mind sane.

Slash!

Basil, the reason why the Dragon amplified its pressure, was as unfazed as before. He could even send a Mana Blade that Durendal created to the Dragon.

Clank!

Although said Dragon could counter it with its own Mana Blade, it couldn't help but be bewildered. It could gauge Basil's power. Although it was commendable, it was nowhere near enough to overwhelm it. What had happened shouldn't have happened.

"Wondering why such a thing can happen?" Basil said calmly in front of the Dragon. "See, little Dragon, thou art not the first Dragon I encounter. A lot of thy kin I have slain and seen; all of them were bigger and stronger."

"Has my Intent finally driven you crazy?" The Dragon retorted disdainfully.

"Ah, yes, Intent. Thy kin call that Soul Technique Intent." Basil nodded his head lightly. "See, little Dragon, if someone slayeth a Dragon, he wilt inherit its Intent. He wilt have something that is unique to him—that maketh him different from the others."

"Hmph! Quit the twaddle, human."

At the Dragon's condescending remark, Basil smiled faintly. He tapped into the power that had been sealed deeply in his Soul and awakened it completely.

Boom!

The air exploded as soon as the power made its presence known. Nothing had visibly changed from Basil, but the Dragon could tell something was wrong the moment the power swept over it.

For the second time in its life, after having its heart taken out forcefully, the Dragon felt intimidated. Basil's presence became heavier; the aura he was exuding was pricking its scaly skin.

"Those who have this call this Dragon Killer's Intent. This is the proof of one's ability to kill Dragons—the reward that one obtaineth." Basil smiled serenely. "This body hath not killed one yet, however, my soul hath killed many in the past."

"[Skotchení báil]!"

Sensing danger, the Dragon didn't hesitate to use Dragon Language; the langue it spoke, which could evoke countless of Magical phenomenons. A fireball the size of a two-storey building was sent at Basil.

Standing in his place calmly, Basil swung Durendal vertically. The fireball, which was ten times hotter than the fireball a Seventh Circle Mage could produce, was instantly cut in two.

Burst!

Fire immediately engulfed the golden vegetation in their surroundings. The ground that was covered in golden lichens was charred, rapidly turning black.

"How unfortunate. This peak wilt no longer have the right to be called the Golden Peak in the future," Basil remarked after looking at his surroundings. "Dost thou not feel guilty about what thou hast committed, little Dragon?"

"[Izycha]!"

The Dragon merely told Basil to shut his mouth, but he still felt a force trying to take away his ability to speak. With [One in Nature] active, fortunately, he could easily thwart the attempt.

"Little Dragon, may the best return victorious!" Basil exclaimed before dashing towards the Dragon.

"[Astra dépas]!" In response, the Dragon sent him a lightning bolt.

Crack!

The lightning bolt that struck the ground rapidly slithered to the trees in the surroundings. Electricity sparked out of the golden leaves of the trees in the next moment, creating a canopy of electricity above.

Basil stopped in his tracks and looked at the scene calmly, musing about how different the effect the words had compared to the time when Charles had said them.

"Nothing shalt beat the real one, eh?" Basil muttered.

Drawing his Qi from his Core while simultaneously materialising his six Ultimate Circles, he continued to dash towards the Dragon with a battle-crazed smile.

"Regardless, nothing shalt defeat me!"

His Dragon Killer's Intent was at full blast, suppressing the soul of the Dragon. Their clash marked the start of the myth surrounding him in the future.