The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 798

 Chapter 798

 Editor: Aldbnlf

Raon swallowed dryly as he looked at Lawrence's lips, now wet with white.

"The White Blood Religion’s white blood..."

In the White Blood Religion, the more the bloody demons (White Blood Fanatics) trained in blood arts, the whiter their blood became.

Judging by this, Lawrence was at least at the level of apostle, possibly even rivaling the strength of the tenth apostle, given his powerful bloody energy.

However, the reason Raon associated Lawrence with the leader of the White Blood Religion wasn’t merely the color of his blood.

‘The pressure.’

The pressure and soul's scent that a person must have as a human being. Everything he felt from Lawrence now resembled the White Blood Religion’s leader.

‘He was clearly an ordinary person...’

How could he change like this?

Because he had sparred with Lawrence every day, he knew. Lawrence was someone who loved to sleep, always avoided trouble, got easily annoyed, yet possessed a gentler personality than anyone else.

But now, the energy emanating from him was eerie and sinister.

The golden eyes, which usually held a serious depth and composure, now surged murderous intent.

"Why did you suddenly bring up the White Blood Religion’s leader? Have you met her?"

Lawrence threw back a question. His shoulders trembling as though he struggled to control his overflowing bloody energy.

"Yes, I’ve met her several times."

Raon replied as he placed his hand on Heavenly Drive, contemplating if he should use his sword field and subdue Lawrence, considering his current state.

"It's surprising that someone like you, brimming with talent, has faced that woman and lived."

Listening to Lawrence, it seemed there truly was a connection to the White Blood Religion’s leader. Raon grew increasingly curious about his true identity.

"Huff..."

Unlike his increasingly strong bloody energy, Lawrence leaned against the cave wall as if he had no intention to fight.

"The current leader of the White Blood Religion would appear as a black-haired, black-eyed woman, right?"

"That’s right."

Raon nodded, not letting his guard down.

"Then there might still be time left."

"What do you mean?"

"Shedding."

Lawrence chuckled with a twisted smile as he looked down at the cave floor.

"That damned monster will soon shed that body and switch to another."

"Hm..."

Raon furrowed his brow as he looked at Lawrence.

"How do you know that, Sir Lawrence?"

If Lawrence knew about the body-swapping, then he was likely no mere outsider to the White Blood Religion.

He tightened his grip on the sword hilt, ready to draw it at any moment.

"Relax. I'm not a White Blood Religion follower."

Lawrence lightly shook his head as if telling Raon to ease up.

"I've never been affiliated with that damned place, nor have I learned blood arts. It's hard to believe given my current state, but..."

He let out a hollow laugh, as if even he found his words ridiculous.

"...If you say so, I understand."

Raon nodded and released his grip on the sword hilt.

"...What?"

Lawrence's eyes widened, clearly not expecting Raon to believe him.

"Y-you’re saying you believe me? In this situation?"

"Yes."

Raon nodded once more, looking into Lawrence's wavering eyes.

"You said you met the leader of the White Blood Religion! And even after seeing this white blood and bloody energy, you believe me?"

He questioned, seemingly unable to understand.

"Though it was a short time, it was enough to know what kind of person you are."

Even though Lawrence had been annoyed by him, he never once used lethal force or attacked severely enough to leave lasting aftereffects.

This man, who resembled a praying mantis, wasn't someone who would harm others recklessly.

"And besides, the alliance master also said he trusts you."

Rector had urged Raon to visit Lawrence regularly, saying he was a lonely person. He must have known about Lawrence's current state.

"You are truly a strange fellow."

Lawrence looked up at Raon and let out a faint laugh.

"I thought you'd draw your sword and charge at me recklessly with that damnable personality of yours..."

"I'm not that type of person. There aren't many people with a calmer personality than mine."

Raon shook his head calmly.

What?

"Huh?"

Both Wrath and Lawrence’s eyes widened in disbelief, their jaws slightly trembling.

What nonsense are you spouting? Of all the humans and demons the King of Essence has encountered, you're the craziest one!

Wrath turned his head away, telling him to stop talking nonsense.

"You lack any sense of self-awareness."

Lawrence furrowed his brows deeply.

"I only helped with your training to repay a debt I owe your grandfather. Though, I must admit, I also yielded to your persistence..."

He chuckled as if it was still absurd to think about.

"So you did know."

Raon held his right wrist with his left hand. As he’d suspected, Lawrence was aware that Rector was his grandfather.

"I’m much the same. Since my grandfather trusts you, I choose to trust you a bit more."

"Is that so... Urgh..."

Lawrence nodded, then clutched his chest as the bloody energy radiating from him grew even stronger.

"Are you alright?"

"I should have taken some precautions... but it’s not easy."

Lawrence shook his head, indicating it wasn’t a good situation.

"Just... just go. I appreciate your concern, but this isn’t something I should discuss with an outsider."

He weakly raised his hand, gesturing for Raon to quickly descend the mountain.

"I..."

"It's alright to tell Raon."

As Raon was about to speak, a familiar voice echoed from behind him.

When he turned, Rector stood at the cave entrance, wearing a gentle smile.

"Grandfather?"

"I came by since it's a full moon today, and as expected."

Rector nodded lightly and approached Lawrence.

"Ugh... Alliance master..."

Lawrence bit his lip as Rector placed a hand on his back, releasing a powerful aura.

Wooong!

As Rector’s hand glowed with radiant light, the bloody energy tormenting Lawrence began to subside slowly.

Before long, the bloody energy diminished to a level Lawrence could control, and the pale light that had been clouding his eyes faded away.

"You got cocky because you got a bit stronger, and look at you now."

Rector clicked his tongue as he removed his hand from Lawrence's back, whose complexion had returned.

"T-this is all because of your grandson! That brat ruined all my routines and plans!"

Lawrence shook his chin, his face flushed red.

"Well done."

Rector ignored Lawrence’s words and patted Raon on the shoulder.

"That guy needed some sense knocked into him."

"Well done?! Your grandson is practically a demon! He shouldn’t be let loose in society!"

Lawrence shouted, saying Raon should be locked up in prison.

A demon, you say!

Wrath yelled at Lawrence.

There isn’t a lunatic like him even in devildom! Don’t try to pawn him off on us!

Wrath shook his head, saying that humans should deal with him.

"Seems you're feeling better now."

Rector leaned against the opposite wall with his arms crossed.

"Thanks to you, I’m alright. But..."

Lawrence furrowed his brow as he looked at Rector.

“You said, it’s alright to tell Raon. What did you mean by that?”

“It means he’s not an outsider.”

Rector gave a small nod to Raon.

“Raon, why don’t you go ahead and explain it?”

He smiled gently, as if to say it was all right.

“…Understood.”

Raon stepped forward and stood in front of Rector and Lawrence.

“First, allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Raon Zieghart, the grandson of the current head of House Zieghart.”

“Raon… Right. Zieghart… Zieghart?”

Lawrence jumped up in shock.

“The head of House Zieghart, the Lightning God? Glenn Zieghart?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“No, but you said you’re his grandson. All of a sudden, what…?”

He looked at Rector, his lips trembling.

“They’re both true.”

Rector gave a short nod.

“He’s the grandson of both the head of House Zieghart and the master of the Holy Sword Alliance.”

Even as he spoke, Rector gave a disbelieving laugh.

“What kind of crazy talk is this...”

Lawrence blinked, still trying to wrap his head around it.

“I'll continue explaining. The first time I met the White Blood Religion’s leader was during my trainee days at Zieghart...”

Raon began explaining everything about his encounters with the White Blood Religion, from his initial meeting with the third prince of Owen Kingdom to the time he was almost kidnapped by the tenth apostle, and even the recent war with them.

"Come to think of it, it's quite a lot. In fact, there was even a time when the head of house and I infiltrated the White Blood Religion’s headquarters to rescue Sir Ogram."

“Now that you mention it, I remember hearing the elders talk about some young monster in Zieghart…”

Lawrence nodded absentmindedly, as if pieces of information about Raon were finally coming together in his mind.

“I thought you were just another genius among many, but to think you're such a crazy fellow...”

He swallowed hard, expressing both admiration and astonishment.

“Listening to all this, it's hard to say you're unrelated. That woman is probably still after you.”

Lawrence clicked his tongue, saying it was obvious.

“That’s not all.”

Raon shook his head gravely.

“What do you mean, that’s not all?”

“To explain that, there’s something I need to hear first…”

He narrowed his gaze at Lawrence.

“Sir Lawrence, you do have a connection to the White Blood Religion’s leader, don’t you?”

“…Yes.”

Lawrence hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“Deeper than you might think.”

“Then I’ll tell you. The body of the current White Blood Religion’s leader…”

Raon closed his eyes briefly before continuing.

“...is my comrade’s mother.”

“W-what…?”

Lawrence stood up, looking as though he’d heard something unimaginable.

“Is that… really true?”

“Yes. Doesn’t she resemble the black-haired, black-eyed kid who came here with me?”

“I… I haven’t seen the current White Blood Religion leader’s body. I left long before then.”

He spoke as if he had escaped from the White Blood Religion, biting his lip.

“Who exactly are you…?”

Raon furrowed his brow, gazing at Lawrence. The more he listened, the harder it became to predict Lawrence’s identity.

“Since you've shared such a secret, I can't keep silent either.”

Lawrence nodded weakly.

“I am…”

Batman.

* * *

From the moment I was born, I was different from others.

I was twice the height and weight of other children and was able to think from the moment I opened my eyes for the first time.

Some might call me strange, and others might say I was special, but my mother was disappointed in me.

[Is this all there is to you?]

Her eyes, more beautiful than moonlight, were stained with disdain.

[As expected, there is no progress here. This experiment ends now.]

Mother left the room without even bothering to give me a name, as if she had no interest in me.

A young man who followed her looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read, then vanished.

After that, a young nanny came to care for me. Though my mother was disappointed, I was satisfied that she hadn’t abandoned me.

The nanny said that to be recognized by mother, I had to become an exceptional person, and she brought me various books.

To me, mother was like the only jewel in the world.

To earn her recognition, I read every book the nanny brought, as well as countless others around the house. If they were too difficult to understand, I simply memorized them.

At night, I read books, during the day, I watched the warriors training in the courtyard through the window.

Thanks to my innate eyes, I could naturally understand their movements and how their bloody energy flowed.

I had no name, and I couldn’t leave the house, but I was happy, confident that I’d one day make my mother proud.

While reading, observing others’ martial arts, and spending time in contemplation, my heart began to beat so fast it felt like it would burst, and suddenly, my bloody energy blossomed.

The bloody energy that everyone else possessed, the very thing I had been born without, finally appeared in me. And not as a result of training, but as an innate energy.

Something that others had but I didn’t. The very thing that had disappointed mother—this bloody energy—I disregarded the nanny's warnings and went straight to see mother.

I wanted to be acknowledged. I wanted to show my beautiful mother that I was someone she needed and to be loved.

I was confident. I thought she had kept me alive for this day.

But.

It was all just my delusion.

[You’re still alive?]

The woman I thought was my mother sneered, calling my innate bloody energy crude, and shook her head.

[Dispose of this filth.]

At her cold command, devoid of any emotion, I couldn't even utter the word 'mother' before I was thrown into a dark prison.

It was only then that I understood.

The reason I was still alive was not because of my mother, but thanks to the apostle who had observed me at the end, and the nanny was also someone he had sent.

Despair engulfed me. I cursed everything, screaming until my throat was raw.

When I was rotting in the underground prison where no one came, the nanny returned, wounded all over, yet smiling as she hugged me.

[I’m glad you’re safe.]

Though she herself was not safe, she worried about me first. I couldn't find the words to speak.

The nanny helped me escape through a path she had opened in advance and then fought against the apostle.

She died at the apostle’s hands, but never lost her smile.

[Lawrence. That's your name. Live a good and kind life.]

My mother was not the distant, shining moon, but was right here beside me all along.

* * *

"After that, I was found by the alliance master while he was traveling. Since you probably know your grandfather’s personality better, you should understand why I am here."

Lawrence shrugged calmly, as if that was all there was to it.

“I see…”

Raon bit his lip as he looked at Lawrence.

‘This is… beyond what I imagined.’

He’d been born as the child of the White Blood Religion’s leader but was ignored for his very existence, a life worse than the most miserable family situation. It reminded him of his own hellish previous life.

“There’s no need to make such a grim face.”

Lawrence gave a calm smile and waved his hand.

“It’s all in the past now. I’ve already forgotten.”

Yet despite his words, his gaze still held traces of sorrow.

"The mood’s gotten far too heavy. Why don’t we change the subject?"

Lawrence stretched out his hand as if signaling to get to the main point.

“What you’re curious about is how to extract the White Blood Religion leader’s soul, isn’t it?”

“…Yes, that’s correct.”

“The method…”

He paused briefly, letting out a long sigh.

“…doesn’t exist.”

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