Chereads / The Laziest System: Sign-Up System / Chapter 151 - Chapter 151

Chapter 151 - Chapter 151

"Please tell me their location. If what you said is correct, I shall reward you handsomely."

"Sure. They are near Falkreath, to the east of it. There is a passcode to the sanctuary. When the door says What is the music of life? You say Silence, my brother. The door will open up, and you can attack the sanctuary."

Commander Maro looks at me for a few seconds before saying.

"How do you know this information? Are you one of them?!"

"Maro!"

Before I can say something, the emperor slams his hand on the table and says.

"Don't say something like that, my friend. There must be a reason for him to know that kind of information."

"But, Your Highness! It is suspicious that he knows this information! This is the Dark Brotherhood we are talking about. This is the same assassin group that lasted for thousands of years. They are also the group that managed to assassinate some of the emperors in the past."

The emperor shakes his head and says.

"That might be true, but I feel that he is not one of them. Can you trust my instinct for now?"

He looks at the emperor and releases a sigh.

"Very well. However, he needs to come with us in a fight to prove he is not one of them. I will kill him if it is proven that he is a member of that group. I still did not know the reason why you wanted to meet him, Your Highness."

I take a deep breath and release all my mana, chakra, and natural energy into the air. The entire building starts to shake, and the soldiers around them fall to the ground, unconscious. The only people who stay awake are the emperor and Commander Maro.

"I am polite enough, right? I let you look at me as if I want to kill the emperor because it is your job as his guard. I let you demand an answer from me. However, I cannot let you accuse me of being an assassin. I did not need to be a member of the Dark Brotherhood to kill your emperor. I can kill him in front of you, and you cannot do anything about it. Don't you dare to accuse me of being a member of the Dark Brotherhood ever again, do you understand? I give you respect that deserves a man of your position; the least thing you can do is also to respect me."

I let myself calm and watch the emperor and Commander Maro gasping for air. However, the commander quickly takes out his sword and points it at me. I glare at him and shout.

"Fus Ro Dah!"

His body gets thrown out from my shout and falls a few hundred meters away from us. I look at the emperor and say.

"Go and take care of your guardian dogs. They need to be taught a lesson in humility, or they will offend someone they should not. If you still want to reward me, you can find me in Whiterun."

I stand up and leave the tavern, where I can see Zelretch looking at me with a grin. I can see a glint in his eyes, and I know the reason why he has that expression. He looks at something new, and I know he will ask me all kinds of questions about my power.

I can only sigh and walk out of the city with him.

"You have a temper, huh?"

I look at Zelretch and say.

"You listen to all of them, huh?"

"Yup~ I must say, you start to become like a dragon the more you eat their souls."

"Aye. That is true. It is because of my magic, which is a Dragon Slayer Magic, but Dragon creates it, so the more I got used to that magic, the more my body and nature became dragons."

The Take Over magic also did not make it harder for me to change, as It made it easier for my body to adapt easily to any nature I take into my body.

"Hmmm… Do you want me to stop it?"

"And that will hinder my growth. I would rather not."

"That is true. However, with that kind of growth, any kind of Dragon-Slayer magic and weapon will be more effective against you."

"Ah, that is the great thing about my magic. Its nature is contradicting. It is dragon-slayer magic, but it also changes my body into a dragon. That means Dragon-Slayer magic will be useless against me, but because of my dragon nature, it nullifies it. I want to say that I have the same resistance against Dragon-Slayer magic as a human."

"I see. So, any Dragon-Slayer-related attack will work against you like it works against a human. One hundred minus one hundred equals zero kind of situation, huh?"

"Yup. That is why I would rather not block the nature of a dragon; it will hinder my progress."

Zelretch nods his head and says.

"That is true. What kind of power is that, by the way? Is it something coming from your title as a Dragonborn?"

"Ah, that is Thu'um or Shout. It is the Dragon Language of this world."

"A language that can rewrite the laws of the world. Fascinating. Tell me more."

I nod and tell him more about Thu'um as we leave Bruma to return to Skyrim.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

|3rd POV|

"I already said that he is very powerful, right?"

The emperor looks at Commander Maro, who is lying on the bed, with a sad expression.

"I know, Your Highness. I am sorry for the mess I created. I get carried away, and we bear the consequences. Now, we have a Dragonborn that will support the Stormcloak."

"I don't think it has come to that, Maro. He is not someone who is petty enough to join our enemy if we offend him once. He might join Stormcloak if we do something to offend him once again, but at the moment, we can salvage this situation."

After thinking for a few seconds, the emperor looks at Maro and says.

"You will go to Skyrim alongside Vittoria and her group. No. You will depart after we return to the imperial city. You will bring our elite group in the pretext of preparing for the wedding. This will show the people of Skyrim that we take this wedding seriously and give you a chance to apologize to the Dragonborn when you arrive in Whiterun."

Maro nods his head and says.

"I shall do that, Your Highness. What about the Dark Brotherhood?"

"Ask him the exact location, but make sure to ask him politely this time. Also, ask him if he can accompany you and tell him that I will personally reward him if he agrees to the raid."

Maro looks at the emperor for a second, remembering how his body gets thrown to the other side of the city, and nods his head.

"Good. Rest well, my friend. You have busy days ahead of you."