Reincarnated As A Dragon With A Godly Inheritance
Chapter 34: lift a weapon

Chapter 34: lift a weapon

They left town that afternoon.

Refiner Thandor led the way, with Rauk, Kaedros, and Taria walking just behind. Knight Vexa followed at their heels, while the white steel team took up the rear, their formation tight and professional.

Before long they passed the gate and then the dock where their ship was waiting for them.

Rauk’s ship was made of sleek metal painted a warm yellow, it was covered in small glowing runes. They boarded it and the ship rumbled to life when Rauk placed his hand on the control dais.

This type of ship are the more expensive ones that could be linked into and controlled with thoughts.

’..his father might not give him men or soldiers but they sure gave him a good ship..’

They all stood atop the deck and watched as the ship descended to the ground.

It didn’t take them long to land.

Everything was covered in thick forest of wilderness and dark coiling fog that sent chills down the body.

They began to walk.

"I can’t see anyone carrying packs," Kaedros murmured to Rauk, keeping his voice low. "And you told me not to bring any either."

The nobleman raised his right hand. A ring sat on his long finger, dull brown, etched with delicate runes.

"This is a spatial ring," Rauk said calmly. "We have all our supplies stored here. Food, water, potions, whatever we might need."

Kaedros nearly stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed on the ring.

A treasure.

His Dragon blood stirred instantly. Every instinct in him wanted to possess it, to add it to his hidden collection.

He had one of his own, an heirloom, tucked safely inside his bellly, but still. One could never have too many. Spatial rings were rare. Expensive. Worth villages.

"That’s a serious piece," Kaedros muttered.

"What is?" Taria asked, eyeing the ring with mild skepticism. "That thing?"

"Yes," Kaedros nodded. "Acquiring just one could crash a small town’s economy."

His own had belonged to his mother. It was the only item he had from her—his most treasured possession.

"So what does it do?" Taria asked.

By now they had entered the deeper parts of the wilderness. So far, they’d only encountered a few low rank monsters, small threats Taria handled easily.

"It creates a private space," Kaedros explained, "and stores objects inside it. A separate pocket of existence."

Taria grunted as she stumbled over an old root hidden beneath thick leaves. "Can it store people? Maybe toss me inside till we get there?"

"Only if you’re not breathing," Kaedros said with a cold smile. "The rings are made using spatial magic, Ascendants with those rare abilities shape the space. Then runes specialists finish the inscription."

"You know a lot for a stage five mage," Rauk commented. His voice was mild, but Kaedros didn’t miss the slight narrowing of his eyes.

"And you have far too much wealth and influence for someone named Lythienne," Kaedros shot back evenly.

Rauk laughed, clearly unfazed. "This one was gifted to me by Vexa. She won it in a duel back in the Capital Island." He raised a brow. "Besides, it’s never smart to judge a person by what you’ve heard. Things are usually either far smaller, or far bigger, than the rumors."

Kaedros offered him a thin, humorless smile. "Judging people by what you hear might not be good shit, but it’ll keep you alive longer. There’s always a reason rumors exist."

"So," Rauk said with amusement, "what have you heard about me?"

The sudden quiet around them wasn’t coincidence. The others were listening.

Kaedros kept his pace, walking forward. "That you want something back. And you’re ready to fight for it."

Rauk tilted his head. "And what do you think of that?"

Kaedros shrugged. "What’s there to think? If you have the power to take it... then take it. Who’s going to stop you? The weak?"

Power ruled everything. Kaedros had seen it in Dragon City, and again here among humans. The game was always the same.

"But what about the weak?" Rauk asked quietly. "How should they survive injustice?"

Kaedros turned his head slightly, giving him a cold smile. "They either suck up to power, gain it for themselves... or perish. Or they shut up and keep their heads down."

It was what Kaedros himself had done once, head bowed low beneath stronger Dragons.

Silence fell, broken only by the rustle of dry leaves beneath their boots. The forest grew denser, shafts of light dimmed by the towering trees. Shadows lengthened.

Taria tensed.

She could’ve sworn something moved in the dark.

Then something did.

A black, scaly blur lashed toward her like a whip.

She jerked back instinctively, raising her spear just in time. The impact rang out with the sound of metal against metal, the force of it jarring up her arm.

Coilclaw, Kaedros thought grimly.

He could sense more crawling just out of sight. He hadn’t expected them to attack a strong group like this, but they were bold vermin.

"Coilclaw," Vexa snarled, her hand already on her blade. "Disgusting things."

"Wait," Kaedros said, holding a hand up. "Let Taria handle it."

"You sure?" Rauk asked. "They’re fast. And that venom’s no joke."

Kaedros didn’t answer.

Taria already had.

The monster slithered fully into view, an unnatural blend of serpent and scorpion. Its long black body glittered with overlapping scales. Its pincers scraped against the forest floor while its tail arched high, tipped with a stinger the size of a short sword.

It hissed.

Taria squared her stance, spear raised. The creature lunged, tail whipping forward like a black dart.

She ducked low, twisting her body as she brought her spear up in a slicing arc. The weapon bounced off the tail with a jarring clang, sending a sharp vibration through her wrists.

Too hard.

But she didn’t flinch.

The Coilclaw hissed again and braced for another strike.

Taria braced her body. Mana surged into her muscles, doubling her strength. She gripped the spear in both hands and rose onto her toes.

The monster struck.

This time, she didn’t dodge. She met it.

Her spear cut through the air with force, and sliced the stinger clean off.

The Coilclaw screeched in agony and tried to retreat, but it was too late. Taria lunged and drove her weapon through its skull, pinning it to the earth.

Silence followed.

Kaedros crossed his arms, watching her calmly. Thirty seconds, he thought. Still too long. But better than before.

She was improving. That mattered.

He nodded in saying while the others also looked at her, and some gaze were directed at Kaedros too.

Finally someone spoke.

"I haven’t seen you lift a weapon since we entered the wilderness," said one of the White steel, Han, the warrior of the group. His tone held a note of challenge.

Kaedros didn’t answer.

He just smiled.