The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 799

 Chapter 799

 Editor: Aldbnlf

"Are you saying there's no way?"

Raon’s fingertips trembled. He had placed great expectations on Lawrence, and upon hearing there was no solution, he felt his heart sink.

‘No, wait….’

That wasn’t the look of someone who had completely given up.

Contrary to saying there was no way, Lawrence's golden eyes held a faint glimmer of light.

Difficult, perhaps, but there seemed to be a way.

“Sir Lawrence. Surely….”

Raon frowned as he looked down at Lawrence.

“It’s so difficult that it’s as good as no way. You’re not trying to say that, are you?”

"Huh...?"

Lawrence blinked as if hit right on the mark.

"In a world where things move so quickly these days, such phrasing isn’t good. Besides, it's too obvious."

Raon shook his head in mild disappointment.

"No, I was just… Well, you’re right, but… mm…."

Lawrence stammered, then hung his head low. As expected, there was a way, but it seemed he had said it didn’t exist because it was too difficult.

Hey, do you feel no pity for him?

Wrath lifted his reddened eyes.

How can you say such things after hearing that poor man's story!

‘But Sir Lawrence himself said we should change the mood. It’s rather rude to keep being depressed.’

You’re the one who made that grasshopper feel so depressed in the first place!

Wrath pointed at Lawrence, who was hanging his head.

From now on, he’ll consider you as one of the celestial! You celestial wretch!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, saying he could almost see white wings sprouting from Raon's back.

"Ha, what kind of tongue does that brat have, anyway?"

Lawrence shook his head, looking at Raon.

"That rascal's mouth doesn't stay still for even a moment. It must be tiring for you, alliance master."

"He’s the most polite grandson I could ask for."

Rector raised his hand, telling Lawrence not to compare Raon with anyone else.

“He’s different from Edgar in that regard.”

Lawrence, with his eyebrows lowered, looked at Raon.

“Ha, you’re right. I said there wasn't a way because it's incredibly difficult. I didn’t realize it’d be that obvious….”

He scratched his cheek, looking embarrassed.

"You should come out of the Holy Sword Alliance once in a while. There are lots of good places out there—I’ll introduce you."

Raon extended his hand with a faint smile.

“No thanks. Being around you would rot me from the inside out.”

Lawrence ground his teeth as if he hated the idea.

“Anyway, there is a method to save my comrade’s mother, right?”

Suppressing his pounding heart, Raon took a step closer to Lawrence.

“Yes.”

Lawrence nodded with certainty.

"And that method is...."

"Wait a moment."

Raon raised his hand, stopping Lawrence from speaking further.

“Wait?”

"I don't think this is something I should hear alone."

Unless Martha was in Zieghart, he wanted to hear the rest together with her.

“So, you’re going to call your comrade.”

Lawrence nodded, understanding.

“Yes, that would be right.”

He crossed his arms, saying he’d wait here.

“Martha should be at the mansion.”

Rector smiled, signaling Raon to hurry.

“Yes, then.”

Raon bowed to Rector and Lawrence and immediately headed down the mountain.

“Alliance master… No, grandfather.”

Lawrence looked at Raon’s back with a gentle smile.

“Your disciple came to his senses, and you’ve gained such a crazy grandson as well. Fortune has struck you in your later years.”

“Not only in my later years.”

Rector smiled softly and placed a hand on Lawrence’s disheveled hair.

“You, too, are my fortune.”

* * *

Boom!

As soon as Raon opened the mansion door, Martha stuck her face out.

“What took you so long! I already set the table!”

She frowned, telling him to wash his hands and sit down.

“Just a moment.”

Raon closed the mansion door and called Martha to the side.

“Hmm?”

Seemingly realizing that it was urgent, Martha approached him, still holding a dish filled with food.

“Sorry, but let’s eat later. Something important has come up.”

“Important?”

“It’s about your mother….”

He briefly explained everything that had happened.

“Ah….”

Martha’s legs seemed to give out as she slumped to the ground, the plate of meatballs slipping from her hands and rolling across the floor.

“Is… Is it true? All of that…?”

“It’s true.”

Raon nodded heavily.

“Sorry for revealing your secret without permission. But to hear the….”

“That doesn’t matter!”

Martha clenched her jaw and lifted her intense gaze.

“If there’s a way to save my mom, I don’t care what it takes.”

She staggered to her feet, saying they should head to the cave right away.

“Then, let’s….”

“Wait.”

As Martha started to follow Raon outside, she turned back.

“Hey! Come out!”

At her gesture, Runaan and Burren peeked their faces out from behind the dining room wall.

“Sorry….”

“We… We didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but we couldn’t help it….”

Runaan and Burren hung their heads apologetically.

“You already know everything anyway.”

Martha shook her head calmly.

“You’re coming too.”

She motioned for them to join her.

“What…?”

“We are?”

“Were you not planning to help?”

Martha frowned, telling them not to ask such obvious questions.

“O-Of course we’ll help! Helping a comrade is the duty of a Zieghart swordsman!”

Burren nodded in surprise.

“The rakshasa woman’s matter is mine.”

Runaan answered clearly, though her blank expression didn’t change.

“Then, let’s go.”

Martha led the way out of the mansion, heading up the mountain as if she were leading them herself.

"Y-Yeah."

Without hesitation, Runaan and Burren followed right behind Martha.

'They look good together.'

Raon smiled deeply as he watched the three from behind.

'Looks like they finally understand each other.'

It's a good sight, but isn't it all because you orchestrated it?

Wrath snorted in disdain.

There's no way a cunning brat like you would forget to set up an energy barrier. You expected the beef girl to react like that, and you let everyone hear it, didn’t you?

Wrath lifted his chin as if he knew everything.

'Oh, you figured that out? You've become sharp too!'

Don't look down on the King of Essence! In terms of humanity, he’s above you!

'That's a bit hurt....'

Every time Wrath said he lacked humanity, it sounded so sincere that it hurt Raon’s feelings.

“Anyway, it’s nice that they’re like family now.”

Raon nodded with satisfaction as he looked at Martha, Burren, and Runaan walking in a line.

"Who's family with who!"

Martha glared back at him.

"Being family with someone so violent is a bit much...."

Burren shook his head, looking troubled.

“I’m a refined woman.”

Runaan blinked her blank eyes, telling him not to compare her to the rakshasa woman.

The three of them were bickering, each saying different things, but that only made them seem closer.

"Let's pick up the pace. They're waiting for us."

With a smile lingering at his lips, Raon led everyone toward Lawrence's cave.

"I've brought her."

He lowered his head slightly and placed Martha in front of Lawrence.

"So you're the one...."

Lawrence looked at Martha but fell silent, letting out a long sigh.

"It's okay. I've accepted everything now."

Unlike Lawrence, who looked weary, Martha nodded calmly.

"Just tell me. There really is a way to save my mom, right?"

She bowed slightly, as if pleading. She appeared confident, but her shoulders were trembling. It seemed she was so nervous that her heart might sink.

"Yes, there is a way. But it’s close to impossible."

"Please, tell me."

Martha bit her lip as if determined to hear whatever he had to say.

"There are three conditions. Each one is incredibly difficult."

Lawrence raised three fingers.

"The first condition is to subdue the White Blood Religion’s leader. You must not kill her but bring her to the brink of death."

He frowned as he continued.

"As you know, making that monster—who grows stronger over time—reach a near-death state is extremely difficult. Even among the heads of the Five Kings and Five Demons, few can do it."

"That’s true. Currently, among the Five Kings, only our head of house could subdue the White Blood Religion’s leader."

Excluding Ogram, the Beast King, who had lost his strength, the Silent Sword Sovereign Lecross, the Magic Tower’s master Larian, and the Archmage of Eternal Flame Chamber might be able to face her head-on.

But among them, the only one who could subdue her to the verge of death was the Destructive King of the North, Glenn Zieghart.

"With the first condition already extremely difficult, the second condition is no easier."

Lawrence shook his head lightly.

"The second condition is that a body the White Blood Religion’s leader can transfer to must be nearby."

"A body she can transfer to...?"

"The White Blood Religion’s leader has lived for hundreds of years by transferring between bodies.  She has the ability to possess another person's body in spirit form."

Lawrence spoke with disgust in his eyes.

"However, that monster doesn’t kill the original soul of the body she possesses. You could say it’s like a contractual condition that allows her to squeeze out the body’s potential and use her own abilities to their fullest."

Lawrence clicked his tongue, saying that this was why Martha’s mother was still alive.

"Ugh...."

Martha bit her lip and clutched the necklace in her hand.

She finally understood why the White Blood Religion’s leader was wearing the old necklace that she and her mother had made together.

"When the White Blood Religion’s leader leaves a body, she ensures the original soul is dead, erasing any memories and energy left behind."

Lawrence lowered his head, as if apologizing for even having to explain this.

"But if she’s forced into a desperate situation, she’ll pull out her soul immediately, regardless of what happens to the original body. Otherwise, there’s no way to save the original soul of the body she possessed."

He sighed, saying this was the only way.

"The problem is, bodies that can accept the White Blood Religion’s leader’s soul are extremely rare. That’s why the white blood fanatics are sending sacrifices to their headquarters—it’s not easy to find one."

Lawrence furrowed his brow, saying the second condition might be even more difficult than the first.

"Then, what’s the third condition?"

Raon looked at Lawrence’s second finger as he asked.

"The third is that you must kill the escaping soul of the White Blood Religion’s leader before it enters a new body."

Lawrence shook his head briefly.

"You mean kill her in spirit form?"

"Yes."

He nodded shortly.

"The White Blood Religion’s leader can manipulate all the bloody energy in the world. If she enters a new body, she can use the previous body—which still contains bloody energy—as a hostage."

Lawrence bit his lip, saying that none of this would be easy.

"That’s why I said there’s no way. It’s nearly impossible...."

"Then I’ll be the one she can transfer into."

Martha pounded her chest with her fist.

“My mom and I are alike. I'm sure there’s space in me for that bitch to come in as well.”

She nodded, saying that even the tenth apostle had targeted her for this reason.

"Then I’ll take care of the first condition."

Raon stepped forward, picking up where Martha left off.

"I will capture the White Blood Religion’s leader."

He referred to the White Blood Religion’s leader—one of the continent's strongest—as if she were a neighborhood thug.

"We'll support you from behind, then."

Burren swallowed hard and clenched his fist.

"Yes, whatever it takes."

Runaan also nodded, willing to do anything.

"N-No!"

Lawrence jumped to his feet.

"Did you hear what I said properly? It's not something you can decide so easily...."

"We heard you. You said we just need to subdue the White Blood Religion’s leader and kill her when she tries to transfer to another body, right?"

Raon condensed Lawrence's long, despairing explanations into one sentence.

"Th-That’s right, but...."

Lawrence’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Even if Martha could serve as a new body for the White Blood Religion’s leader, how are you going to subdue her and kill her?"

"By fighting and training to become stronger. That’s why we came here."

Raon nodded as if it were simple.

"It's easier said than done...."

Lawrence looked at the smiling Raon and Martha with a confused gaze.

"We were sailing the vast ocean without a map, but now a chart has suddenly appeared before us. Even if we have to pass through lava and overcome typhoons, I couldn’t be happier."

Raon smiled warmly at Lawrence.

'Now we have a way.'

Even though he hadn't known how to save Martha's mother, he'd vowed to save her. Now, Lawrence had given him a path to follow.

No matter how difficult, he couldn’t help but smile.

"Thank you."

Martha drew her sword and offered a Zieghart salute. It was the first time she had shown such a respectful bow.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

Runaan and Burren also expressed their gratitude for helping their friend

“Then, let’s head down.”

Without a hint of hesitation, Martha turned her back immediately.

“Head down?”

“We have to train. There's no time to waste here.”

She nodded, saying she needed to become a Grandmaster to be of any help.

“That’s right….”

"Looks like we're done eating."

Burren and Runaan shrugged and followed behind her.

"Seriously…."

Watching the three children leave without a second thought, Lawrence’s jaw dropped.

‘Do these kids have no fear?’

It might be different if they hadn't seen the White Blood Religion’s leader, but they claimed to have met her face-to-face, and yet, there was no trace of fear in them.

Knowing the White Blood Religion’s leader’s strength, it was astonishing that they believed they could win.

‘Just… how….’

He had vowed to avenge his mother (the nanny), but he used his Reverse Sea training as an excuse to never leave the cave.

Even after reaching Transcendence, he still feared the White Blood Religion’s leader.

But those kids, so much younger and weaker than him, were steeling themselves with the resolve to face the White Blood Religion’s leader head-on.

The surge of shame in his chest made him unable to lift his head.

“It’s hard, isn’t it? It must be frightening and difficult.”

Raon nodded as if he understood Lawrence's feelings.

“But it’s something that has to be done. Isn’t that true for you as well, Sir Lawrence?”

At those words, Lawrence’s lips quivered.

‘Something that has to be done….’

Upon hearing that, the face of his real mother, who had been smiling even as she was dying, came to mind.

He had vowed vengeance with his very soul, but somewhere along the way, he had become a coward.

‘This might be the last chance given to me.’

It was something he could never do alone, but thinking of doing it with those kids strangely gave him courage.

"You're right. I've been burying something I must do—even in death—deep in my heart."

Lawrence nodded with a watery smile.

“I’ll help, too. Whether as a stepping stone or a blade, I’ll do whatever I can in that fight.”

He revealed his clear golden eyes, as if he had reached a spiritual awakening.

“Then first, please help me with my training.”

Raon nodded approvingly.

“Huh…?”

Lawrence blinked, staring at Raon.

“T-Training?”

“You said you’d do anything.”

“N-No, I didn’t mean right now. I meant when we face the White Blood Religion’s leader….”

“Enough. Get up. We don’t have time.”

Raon gestured for him to get moving.

“Huh? Uhh….”

Lawrence, realizing he’d fallen into another one of Raon’s traps, sighed and stood up.

"Looks like you've gotten yourself into trouble, just as you said."

Rector watched Lawrence’s flustered expression and laughed as if he found it amusing.

* * *

Kyaaaaaang!

Martha and Jeira’s swords clashed as they lunged at each other’s necks, sending out bright red sparks.

Boom!

Though Martha’s sword imbued with explosive sword, Jeira’s blade advanced with a steady, precise trajectory that nullified all that force.

"At this rate, nothing's different from before."

Jeira clicked her tongue as if disappointed.

"You can say that after this spar is over!"

Grinding her teeth, Martha stomped her left foot.

‘I’m different from Raon.’

Raon had advised her to find her own path here.

However, unlike Raon, who could absorb the strengths of his opponents, she had only one path she could take.

‘Strength and aggressiveness.’

She had considered whether she should learn softness due to her stagnant skills, but the path that suited her best was still moving straight ahead.

Thanks to the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance, who only walked on one path, she was able to gain confidence that her path was not wrong.

‘I’ll keep going!’

Martha stepped forward, launching her ultimate strike imbued with the Titan aura and the Light Wind Flow. She swung her blade.

Unlike before, she unleashed her sword strike with a completely different conviction.

A deep-rooted tree doesn’t sway in a storm. Martha’s powerful sword clashed with Jeira’s precise sword, creating a massive shockwave.

Praaangg!

The shockwave was as intense as before, enough to flip the ground, but this time, the result was different.

“Ugh….”

Jeira was lying on the ground, her brows furrowed, and Martha stood before her.

“Hah….”

Looking up at Martha, Jeira chuckled bitterly.

“You really have changed. It’s only been a month….”

Shaking her head in disbelief, she spoke as if at a loss for words.

“Congratulations on reaching peak Master level and for finding your path.”

Jeira genuinely congratulated Martha on her growth with a bright smile.

“Thank you.”

Martha bowed her head and took Jeira’s hand. Despite her pursuit of greater strength, her demeanor seemed to have softened.

Raon watched Martha and Jeira chatting with smiles, then turned and climbed up the mountain.

Everyone’s changing.

Wrath nodded, seemingly pleased.

‘Yes. And in a good way.’

Not only Martha, but Runaan and Burren had also achieved tremendous growth both in martial arts and mentally. Bringing them here was the right decision.

‘Now it’s my turn to change.’

After learning about Lawrence’s circumstances, he had spent a month wandering around the Holy Sword Alliance, engaging in life-risking spars with powerful swordsmen.

As Rector had said, the Holy Sword Alliance was full of swordsmen who devoted themselves to only one path, and thanks to them, he was able to significantly advance his mastery of the versatile sword.

Reflecting on his growth and changes, he stood in a clearing halfway up the mountain when Lawrence's voice echoed from within the cave.

“Ugh, aren’t you tired of this yet?”

Lawrence shook his head, sounding exasperated.

“One would think you'd give up if it has no effect every day, but you’re relentless.”

“I’m tired of hearing that too. Hurry up and come down.”

Raon smiled, beckoning him.

“And today, it’ll be a bit different.”

"You leech-like brat."

Lawrence sighed and jumped down into the clearing.

“Let’s begin.”

He nodded, indicating there was no need for formalities.

“Very well.”

Raon steadied his breath and drew Heavenly Drive.

Isn't it time to use your sword field?

Wrath furrowed his brow, tired of watching Raon lose.

'It’s meaningless.'

There was a low chance of winning with the sword field, but even if he won, it would be meaningless.

He wanted to defeat Lawrence's special ability using swordsmanship alone.

‘It has to be victory through the sword, not by ability.’

Calming his breath, he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. He considered Lawrence not as an enemy but as another teacher and calmly extended his left foot forward.

* * *

Lawrence observed Raon's usual stance and raised an eyebrow.

'Not yet, it seems.'

Raon's swordsmanship was improving rapidly, but he hadn't yet broken through the wall before him.

Despite having such talent and patience, it seemed he would need more time to break the shell.

‘Then what I can do is….’

Give it my all to block him.

Thanks to Raon, his own Reverse Sea was slowly improving as well.

Standing firm as an unyielding wall for Raon’s growth was the best thing he could do for everyone.

Shiiiiing!

Raon’s sword surged forward, the blade shimmering silver. His speed seemed to transcend the very concept of speed. His sword had grown even faster.

‘He's definitely improving. At this rate... Huh?’

As Lawrence admired Raon's swordsmanship and was about to use the Reverse Sea, something unexpected happened.

Fwuaaaa!

Raon’s sword, embodying the peak of sword technique, shifted. It even reversed the flow of the Reverse Sea.

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