The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 805

Chapter 805

Editor: Aldbnlf

 

"Do you not have any thoughts?"

Raon tapped the scabbard of Heavenly Drive while standing close to Lawrence.

"Thoughts about what?"

Lawrence paused while lifting his glass and tilted his head.

"I told you earlier, didn't I? Let's have a spar since it's been a while."

Raon shrugged his shoulders while looking at Lawrence.

"...That wasn't a joke?"

Lawrence let out a sigh, his hand shaking as he held the glass.

"I don’t make jokes about sparring."

Raon nodded firmly, emphasizing that he was completely serious.

"Sigh…."

Lawrence set his glass down on the table, letting out a deep sigh.

"The drink has lost its taste."

He muttered that he felt dizzy and took a big bite of the roasted chicken leg on his plate.

"My appetite is gone too."

If you've lost your appetite, offer that chicken leg to the King of Essence!

Wrath, seizing the opportunity, gestured for Raon to bring him the roasted chicken leg on Lawrence’s plate.

'It's not right to take someone else's food.'

Raon shook his head and grabbed a roasted chicken leg from the plate behind him.

Huh...?

Wrath looked at Raon with disbelief, his eyes wide and pale.

Do you really have no conscience? How dare those words come out of your mouth!

He shouted furiously, seeming to get even angrier.

They say the conscience is sharp like a triangle that pierces the heart whenever one commits a wicked act, but your conscience has not only dulled its edges—it has gone soft, like the downy feathers of an angel...

To silence Wrath, Raon stuffed the roasted chicken leg into his mouth.

The tender meat and flavorful chili sauce mixed together, exploding with happiness in his mouth.

You despicable human…mm, it’s delicious.

As soon as Wrath tasted the roasted chicken leg, his frown relaxed, and a blush appeared on his cheeks.

Indeed, nothing was better than delicious food for calming down the demon king of Wrath.

"It hasn't even been a week since our last spar."

Lawrence frowned as he watched Raon chew on the roasted chicken leg.

"You haven’t even fully recovered from your injuries. What kind of spar do you think you're going to do…?"

"I'm completely healed."

Raon tapped his chest and shook his head.

"Don’t lie! Your internal injuries were severe, not just the external ones!"

Lawrence frowned, refusing to believe him.

"It's true."

Rector approached Lawrence and lowered his gaze.

"I checked myself. Both his internal and external injuries have healed completely."

He tilted his chin, gesturing for Lawrence to inspect Raon himself.

"How… is that even possible? He coughed up black blood!"

Lawrence, still doubtful, grabbed Raon's wrist.

"You’re really all healed…?"

After checking Raon's condition himself, his mouth dropped open in shock.

"H-how is this possible..."

“I just happen to be rather resilient.”

Raon smiled broadly as he rotated his shoulder.

"Resilience isn’t enough to explain this! Are you a troll or something?"

Lawrence muttered in confusion, his chin trembling.

It’s not that this guy is great, it’s because those doormat demon kings have given him everything!

Wrath snorted, saying Raon wasn't originally that great.

‘Among them, the demon king of Wrath was the one who gave the most.’

Guh… that’s…

Unable to retort, Wrath’s shoulders trembled with frustration.

"Since you've confirmed I'm fine, you'll spar with me, right?"

Raon pointed to the training ground behind them, suggesting they start right away.

"Why are you so obsessed with sparring! No matter how talented you are, you wouldn't have reached Transcendence in just a week! The result will be the same!"

Lawrence shook his head vigorously, saying it would be pointless.

"The result may be the same, but it could be an opportunity for growth."

"An opportunity for growth? Come to think of it, you said you've been meditating?"

He narrowed his eyes, looking at Raon.

"Yes. A little..."

"A little? More like all day long."

Martha, standing behind Raon, shook her head.

"All day, meditating?"

"That's right. After the spar with you, he just sat in the corner of the training ground, meditating day and night."

"Yeah, I thought he was sleeping while sitting."

Runaan nodded in agreement with Martha.

"Why are you suddenly meditating? Did that old raccoon teach you how to meditate?"

Lawrence pointed to Jarek, who was chatting with Dorian.

"No. I just can focus well."

Raon nodded calmly.

It’s only natural that you can focus well! You acquired that trait!

Wrath frowned as if he was still annoyed.

Someday, karma will… mm, delicious.

Raon stuffed another roasted chicken leg into his mouth to silence Wrath.

‘Well, you’re not wrong.’

Thanks to the Clear Mirror, Still Water, Raon found it much easier to practice in his mental world.

Originally, practicing in the mental world required focus similar to that needed in actual combat. Even with his focus trait, he failed many times. But with the Clear Mirror, Still Water, his success rate significantly improved.

Although it hadn't been long, entering the mental world once a day to polish his swordsmanship helped him refine his swordsmanship principles and build a foundation for further growth.

“You do seem like you've gained something.”

Lawrence twisted his lips as though exhausted.

"But not today! I feel like I've seen your face more than your grandfather's!"

He shook his head, saying he felt more familiar with Raon's face than Rector’s, whom he'd known all his life.

“Then, to celebrate the familiarity, how about a spar...”

“You damn leech! Get lost already!”

Lawrence threw his empty plate at Raon, who wouldn’t leave him alone.

“Why not just have one round?”

Jarek caught the plate and beckoned with his finger.

"One day, you might miss all this noise."

“That's because you don't know. That brat—no, you know it well too! Sparring with this guy takes all day!”

Lawrence glared and refused adamantly.

"Oh? Then would Sir Jarek spar with me?"

Raon smiled and reached out to Jarek. He was glad that the Holy Sword Alliance was filled with skilled swordsmen.

"My, my back’s a bit sore."

Jarek instantly rejected, tapping his lower back.

"Huh?"

Dorian tilted his head as he looked at Jarek.

“Master, your back seems fine now, doesn’t it? And you don’t need any...”

"Silence!"

Jarek cut him off, frowning deeply.

"See! He changes his tune when it’s his turn!"

Lawrence snorted as if he’d expected this.

"Then how about one round each from you two?"

Raon suggested spar with both of them as he licked his lips.

"Ah! Th-that reminds me, I didn't mention..."

Jarek interrupted Raon's words with a hollow laugh.

"If the day comes when you wage an all-out war against the White Blood Religion, contact this guy."

He gestured toward Lawrence after meeting the eyes of Raon and Martha.

"He promised to come and help, no matter what."

“The one helping would be the old man, not me.”

Lawrence calmly shook his head.

“I have my own revenge to take. I’m not helping—I’ll be fighting alongside you.”

He spoke with a serious look in his eyes, referring to avenging the death of his mother, who had been his nanny.

"That right."

Martha gave a faint smile as she looked into Lawrence’s eyes. It seemed she felt a sense of connection with him because they shared a common enemy—the White Blood Religion’s leader.

“I’ll make sure to call you, so please come.”

“Of course. A-and, well... Ahem! If there’s anything else, you can call me as well…”

Lawrence muttered that he would help if he felt like it, while glancing away.

"Thank you."

Raon, sensing Lawrence’s sincerity, bowed politely.

Is this the effect of the ‘Steel Leech’ title? Why is the guy he sucked dry offering to help him?

Wrath ground his teeth, claiming the title effect was already working.

‘I don’t think that’s the reason.’

Raon shook his head as he looked into Lawrence's earnest eyes.

"I don't know what's going on, but call us too!"

"If it's a fight alongside you, we'll go anywhere!"

The Master of the Demon General Sword and the Master of the Stringed Sword, who sparred with him daily, raised their hands in agreement, declaring they’d be sure to help.

"Hoho."

Rector smiled faintly, pleased to see people gathering around Raon.

"Understood."

Raon nodded with a smile. He felt that the greatest treasure he had gained at the Holy Sword Alliance wasn't the growth in martial arts or swordsmanship, but these people.

'Not everything in the Five Demons was purely evil.'

Thanks to them, he realized not everyone in the Five Demons was a villain.

‘Of course, there's an exception.’

Derus Robert. That vile fiend who summoned an archangel to spread malice across the world—no matter his circumstances, Raon vowed to kill him with his own hands.

As Raon clenched his fist and reaffirmed his resolve for revenge—

The food here really is… hmm?

Wrath, who had been enjoying the smell of food, suddenly furrowed his eyes.

"N-no way…."

At almost the same time, Rector swallowed hard while looking toward the entrance.

"Grandfather?"

Raon carefully approached Rector.

"What’s the matter…?"

"Step back. No—leave this place!"

Rector waved Raon away without even looking at him.

"Leave, now!"

He revealed his distorted eyes, shouting at Raon to leave.

"Why…?"

Raon retreated at Rector's command and extended his aura perception.

‘What…?’

From the entrance leading to the rocky mountain, he felt an indescribably massive presence.

‘This energy….’

It was as powerful as Glenn, but there was something familiar within it.

No, it was definitely someone he had met before.

"The previous master of the Holy Sword Alliance?"

Though the size and flow of the energy were different, it clearly belonged to the former alliance master of the Holy Sword Alliance.

"Lawrence, Jarek!"

Rector gritted his teeth and called Lawrence and Jarek.

"Get the children out through the back passage!"

He bit his lip as he mentioned a passage other than the one through the rocky mountain.

"Ah, got it!"

Lawrence, too, seemed to have sensed the former alliance master’s presence, his jaw trembling as he gestured to Raon and his subordinates.

"There’s no time to explain! Hurry!"

He turned around, urging them to follow.

But Raon didn't move from his spot, not following Lawrence.

‘It’s already too late.’

Just as he had seen the former alliance master, the former alliance master also had seen him.

"Raon! What are you doing?! Quickly…."

"Where do you think you're going?"

As Lawrence tried to grab Raon’s arm and take him away, a chilling voice rang out from the center of the banquet hall.

Whoosh!

With a sharp gust of wind, a red-haired man descended. His eyes were covered with a black eyepatch, and he wore a tattered dragon-patterned robe. It was the former alliance master of the Holy Sword Alliance—the Dark Night Sword God—who was presumed dead, returned.

‘But that man….’

Something was different.

The energy wave that had once contained nothing but ferocity now had an eerie softness mixed within. He had the same temperament but seemed like a different person.

"Darkan…."

Rector called the former alliance master's name, biting his lip.

"It’s been a while, Rector. Or should I call you the master of the Holy Sword Alliance now?"

Darkan, despite wearing a black eyepatch, turned his head precisely toward where Rector stood.

"You’re still alive?"

"By sheer luck."

Darkan smirked faintly, claiming it had been by a hair's breadth.

"Why are you appearing only now?"

"Right before death, my soul was almost torn apart, and I had things to consider. But…"

Darkan answered as he slowly turned his head, his gaze landing on Raon’s group behind Lawrence. His lips curled into a sinister smile.

"Is this the Holy Sword Alliance, or Zieghart?"

He showed a chilling smile, having instantly seen through the disguises of Raon’s group.

"Just as I suspected, you and that child have an unusual relationship."

He muttered words that suggested he had been suspicious of the relationship between Raon and Rector.

"That’s…."

"Ah, it’s fine."

Darkan waved his hand casually.

"You're the alliance master now. Only one can sit on the alliance master’s seat at a time. The alliance master doesn't need to explain himself to me."

"Do you really mean that?"

Rector frowned as if he couldn’t believe him.

“Of course. The swordsmanship gained while sitting in the alliance master’s seat was quite appealing, but it’s meaningless now.”

Darkan waved dismissively, claiming he had no lingering attachment to the position.

"I have a new goal and prey now."

A strange desire gleamed from beneath the black eyepatch he wore.

"You…."

Raon stepped forward from behind Lawrence, biting his lip.

"How are you alive?"

Even if no one else knew, the former master of Holy Sword Alliance had been right in front of Glenn. He couldn't fathom how he had survived.

"Raon Zieghart. Of course, you would be curious."

Darkan, unsurprisingly recognizing Raon’s identity, continued.

"Your head of house was greedy. He wasn’t just targeting me but all the heads of the Five Demons."

He stroked his rock-like chin as he continued.

"If Glenn had used a perfected Heart Sword or targeted only me, I would have died. But he thought about too many things to protect you all. Thanks to that, I managed to survive—though disgracefully."

"Disgracefully?"

"Yes. Seeing that beautiful Heart Sword, I thought I could die without regrets. But at the same time I also wanted to wield that sword myself. So, I split my own soul and was barely able to endure."

Contrary to his confession of disgrace, Darkan let out a deep, lingering laugh.

"Though my soul was mercilessly torn apart, I managed to survive. Even now, thinking about it sends chills down my spine. A Heart Sword that cuts the soul! I was so satisfied with my Dancing Sword that I couldn’t even imagine such a realm existed. It’s nothing short of madness." 

He rambled on, as though overly excited, before bursting into an eerie laugh.

"Then your eyes were also at that time..."

Raon bit his lip as he looked at the black eyepatch covering the former alliance master’s eyes.

If he held a grudge over his lost eyes, Raon knew he might not leave this place alive.

"No, that’s not it."

Darkan shook his head firmly.

"While recovering from the wounds to my soul, I kept thinking about your head of house’s sword. A Heart Sword that cuts the soul. I envisioned it countless times in my mental world. Entering and leaving my mental world countless times. But no matter what I did, I couldn’t grasp it."

As Darkan spoke, chills ran down Raon’s spine.

"So I went back to the beginning to think it through again. An invisible sword. A sword that cuts the soul—a Heart Sword. A sword that can't be seen or touched. So..."

So…."

Darkan’s lips twisted into a grotesque grin.

"I gouged out my eyes."

He took off his black eyepatch, and it truly looked as if his two eyeballs had been savagely torn out.

"Gasp!"

"Ah…."

"That… that’s…."

Even for the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance, the act of gouging out his own eyes was shocking—everyone’s lips trembled.

"Only then did I see it—what the Heart Sword truly is."

However, Darkan laughed, saying the result was satisfying.

He always knew he was crazy, but he never imagined it was to this extent.

Wrath bit his lip and let out a long sigh.

"But you haven't reached the same level as your grandfather. That's why I'm so interested in you."

Darkan smacked his lips as he looked at Raon. 

"If I study you, I think I can achieve the same result as him."

"Step back!" 

"Raon! Come behind me!" 

Lawrence and Jarek stepped in front of Raon, blocking Darkan's gaze. 

"Hah…" 

Darkan let out a sigh as if his excitement had subsided, shaking his head. 

"The breaking techniques and mind's eye… I have no business with you two." 

His voice filled with murderous intent as he extended his hand.

Boooom!

Lawrence and Jarek, unable to withstand Darkan's massive energy wave, were slammed to the ground. 

Black blood spurted from the mouths of both men. 

"The one I want is that child…." 

"Then, how about me?" 

Rector stood in front of Raon, giving Darkan a calm look.

"You must've sensed my change, right?"

"Of course." 

Darkan’s lips curled upward again. 

"Your growth is astonishing even to me. It seems you've attained enlightenment in a different way from me."

He nodded as if pleased, laughing with satisfaction. 

"If I had remained in that position, I might’ve truly been devoured by you." 

Darkan’s voice grew more excited.

"Then shall we begin right away?" 

With a flick of his finger, Jarek’s sword, which had been lying on the ground, flew into his hand. 

"Grandfather!" 

Unable to hold back, Raon called out to Rector. 

"Didn't I tell you? That I would protect you even if I die."

Rector looked back at Raon and gave a reassuring smile.

"Grandfather, huh. I see. That makes me want you even more."

Although Darkan's eyes were gone, his greed hadn't disappeared—it seemed to have become even more insatiable.

"This time, I won’t lose." 

Rector stood in front of Darkan, drawing his sword. 

"Fine. Try to satisfy me."

Darkan rested his sword on his shoulder, tilting his chin upward. 

At the moment when Rector’s and Darkan's breaths stopped, their swords simultaneously extended.

Chaaang!

 

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