Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

I had taken the root of its invincibility, and the dragon had suffered severe injuries from my attacks imbued with properties that deal damage to the soul. My newest ultra skill really was totally a game-breaking ability.

The Overlord of Sins ultra skill is obviously consists of the abilities pertaining to the seven deadly sins. Composed of seven mischievous abilities, each with a power that I can use in different situations.

Like the Sloth and Envy, for example, it truly saved me time by giving me great convenience but heavy burdens to the dragon. Of course, I cannot forget the contribution of the Greed. Without it, the dragon would still be flying.

But as I was plucking up the feathers of my prey, someone else had engaged in a conversation with the dragon via Telepathy.

Though I cannot hear what they are talking about, or maybe there's actually no way of wiretapping a telepathic conversation, I was able to sense that they were communicating.

Since I got some ultra skills, or perhaps I evolved myself, my senses have become significantly keener and sharper. As of now, I am better at understanding my surroundings.

I tried to cut off their secret conversation using the Absolute Severance, and surprisingly, it really worked. I had to give myself a pat for stumbling upon that revolutionary idea.

But the dragon seemed surprised upon receiving the call, and there's even a hint of fear. I don't know what their relationship was, but I could guess that the dragon was of the lower class.

The dragon is over Level three thousand, you know? Is there even someone who is more powerful than this cataclysmic monstrosity? I don't really know what kind of world I have stumbled upon.

The dragon glanced up and looked at me. Its injuries are still in the middle of slow restoration, and it is in the situation of being utterly disabled.

For some reason, I felt that the hostility of the dragon toward me had mysteriously disappeared. Nervousness has been painting over its eyes instead.

I don't really know what to do, so I landed myself in the sand. Then I casually thrust my right hand forward, and a foot diameter, deep purple ball of flame began to flicker before it.

This is the Holocaust, a Level 9 Fire Magic spell, a spell only accessible by activating the purple flames of Infernal Flame. It is the super-enhanced version of the Level 3 Ignis Fatuus.

Holocaust is a spell that condenses flames in a small ball and brings complete destruction upon making contact with the target. This is the final nail to close the coffin of this dragon.

"WAIT!" But as I am about to unleash the Holocaust, the dragon suddenly roars and lays its head on the sand.

"Huh?" Perplexed by the frantic expression of the dragon, I closed my palm and cancelled the spell. "What's going on?"

It was just a gut feeling from before, but the dragon seemed to display changes after the telepathic conversation. Right now, the dragon is showing something like a pose of submission in a dragon way, I don't know.

What happened? Does this dragon want to talk it out in desperation for survival? Well, if it comes to this, I just have to settle this issue peacefully.

With my Sanguine Lotus in my right hand, I strutted on the sand and approached the battered dragon. There are possibilities of its actions being a trap, so I have to be cautious and careful.

I stopped advancing once I was ten meters away from its snout. Even if the dragon were to attack me, I am prepared to counter it with my ultimate defenses.

"Hey."

"?!"

In a really calm voice, I called out the dragon, and its body hardened. I understand that I decapitated it, which resulted in its current condition, but I do not see a reason why the dragon needs to be frightened that much. It is really strange to me, if you ask.

"It seems like something is fishy about this. Where did your arrogance and bragging go? I thought you were going to eliminate me?"

"... BEFORE THAT, CAN YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME?"

I was genuinely shocked by how polite the dragon had become. Now, more confusion has been piling up in my mind. The dragon asked for my name, so I casually complied with it.

"My name is Raphael. Raphael Raevender. So what gives?"

"?!"

The dragon suddenly widened its eyes after I answered its question. Not that I mentioned it, but seeing them up close, I had discovered that the dragon had a pair of golden irises and vertical slit pupils.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice. But what the voice announced was unbelievably bizarre, saying...

<Requirement fulfilled.  The Dark Ancient Dragon has been successfully tamed.>

"Wait a second! What is the meaning of this?!"

"HMPH. I JUST SUBMITTED MYSELF TO YOU. YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL."

I see. I am not sure, but it seems like I just made a subject out of an Ancient Dragon... First a S-ranked Griffon, now an unranked Ancient Dragon?! That escalated too fast and too high! Six hundred to three thousand real quick!

What the hell?! This is so unnatural! Something is wrong. I can feel it! Something does not sit right.

"What?! Are not dragons a proud race that refuses to be overwhelmed by inferior beings?"

"PRIDE MAY BE IMPORTANT, BUT THE TRANQUILITY OF MY SOUL SEATS ABOVE THE REST."

I really do not understand what the dragon means by that, but I could guess that it has something to do with its peace. The peacefulness of the mind really is good after all.

Not that I don't like this suspiciously advantageous situation of mine, but I do not receive any proper explanation of it and am still unconvinced to accept it.

"But why do you have to go as far as submitting your superior self to a lowly human like me?"

After hearing my question, the dragon briefly closed its eyes and spoke. "BECAUSE IT IS WHAT THE ORDER OF THAT PERSON. I WAS ORDERED TO SERVE YOU." It said.