The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 773

 Chapter 773

 

Goooooo!

Raon swallowed dryly as he saw the demonic energy of the soul demon stone, which had been shaking as if it would explode at any moment, subsided.

'Did he suppress the demonic energy with his will?'

Seeing that the soul demon stone had stopped, it seemed that Rector had crushed the demonic energy with his Transcendence will.

Inside that soul stone is enough demonic energy to overwhelm even ordinary Transcenders…

Wrath clicked his tongue as he looked at Rector.

That old geezer seems to have grown quite a bit.

He chuckled, remarking how impressive it was that some old folks could still grow.

'Grown?'

Now that he thought about it, Rector's energy wave felt much sharper. It reminded him of Glenn in the past.

"What, what is this...."

The Two-Headed Demon opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn’t believe it.

"Sword Demon! Why are you here? And how did you stop the explosion?!"

He shouted at Rector, erasing the mocking smile from his face.

"……."

Rector didn’t respond at all, merely glaring at the Two-Headed Demon with cold eyes.

"Grrr! Absolutely not! You all must die here!"

The Two-Headed Demon distorted his face as he raised his tattered arm. It looked like he was trying to remotely detonate the soul demon stone using his combative energy.

Thung!

Raon, forcing out the remaining bits of aura he had left, stepped forward with Supreme Harmony Steps and rushed toward the Two-Headed Demon. He swung down the Blade of Requiem, which he held in reverse grip.

Splurt!

The blade, flickering with ghastly energy, pierced through the Two-Headed Demon's combative energy and lodged itself in his neck.

"Argh!"

The Two-Headed Demon was about to detonate the soul demon stone even if it cost him his life, but the ghastly energy surging from the Blade of Requiem left him unable to even twitch a finger.

"R-Raon Zieghart. You keep interfering until the end…."

He gritted his teeth, raising bloodshot eyes.

"Now that you're about to die, even that disgusting smile of yours has disappeared."

Raon nodded his chin at the grotesque expression on the Two-Headed Demon’s face.

"If you kill me, the soul demon stone will explode immediately! Don’t pull out the sword…."

"Your lie is unconvincing."

Raon snorted, looking down at the Two-Headed Demon.

"If killing you would detonate that stone, you would’ve committed suicide a moment ago."

The Two-Headed Demon wanted everyone here to die along with him.

The fact that he didn’t kill himself and tried to remotely detonate the soul demon stone was proof that even the explosion triggered by his death had been blocked by Rector as well.

"Wa-Wait! No! Listen to me! I…."

"Now it’s your turn to be mocked by death."

Raon shook his head firmly and slashed downward with the Blade of Requiem embedded in the Two-Headed Demon’s neck.

Slash!

The elongated blade of ghastly energy sliced through the Two-Headed Demon’s neck without hesitation.

His head separated from his neck and rolled on the ground.

"Damned…."

The demon who had mocked human life and fate died in despair.

"Hoo…."

Raon let out a long sigh as he looked at the Two-Headed Demon, who had died with his eyes wide open.

 

Watching the fiend who toyed with others' lives die screaming felt oddly refreshing, like a weight had been lifted off his chest.

'I’d like to collapse right here, but….'

I still have things to do.

He struggled to lift his head and turned his gaze to Rector and Edgar. The two were also looking this way silently.

'He said "Father," didn't he?'

Just now, Edgar had called Rector "Father," which meant that Rector was actually his grandfather.

So that old geezer is really your grandfather, huh.

Wrath clicked his tongue as he observed Rector.

It seems your bloodline was never ordinary.

He furrowed his brow, saying he knew something was off from the moment they met.

'You knew that Sir Rector was here, didn’t you?'

Of course he did.

Wrath snorted, as if asking why Raon was even asking that.

'Then why didn’t you tell me?'

That old geezer’s been watching over you more than a few times. Since he didn’t show up each time, he thought he’d stay quiet this time too.

Wrath shook his head, saying he thought Rector’s hobby was spying.

"F-Father, how are you here…?"

Edgar swallowed dryly, unable to believe Rector had come.

“When I was tracking Eden’s movements, I received a message from that one.”

Rector raised a finger and pointed at Merlin.

"It seemed like a lie, but I came just in case, and I’m glad I wasn’t too late."

He nodded his chin to Merlin as if to say thanks.

“Greetings to you, grandfather.”

Merlin gracefully lifted her torn skirt like an old umbrella and bowed her head. She seemed to be devoid of any sense of embarrassment.

"G-Grandfather…?"

Rector’s eyes shook violently. He looked between Raon and Sylvia, as if unable to comprehend the situation, but no one opened their mouths.

"I called for the others too, but it’ll take a little longer since it’s late."

Merlin smiled brightly as if to say not to worry.

"G-good job...."

Rector nodded stiffly, clearly not eager to continue the conversation with her.

"Yes!"

Merlin murmured to herself about how happy she was to be praised by grandfather, smiling brightly.

"Father. I…."

Edgar couldn't meet Rector’s eyes and turned his gaze away.

"Shut your mouth."

Rector shook his head as he treated the bleeding wound on Edgar’s left chest.

"I’m sorry…."

Edgar couldn't raise his lowered head as if he was ashamed.

"I left the alliance, shouting that I didn’t want to live like you, but now I’ve become trash who couldn’t even protect my family…."

His shoulders shook as if the pain in his heart was far worse than the wound on his chest.

"I’m truly sor…."

"No, it’s not your fault!"

Sylvia ran out and grabbed Edgar’s trembling hand.

"Eden came after me, not him! It's all my fault!"

She shouted that Eden's attack was because of her and shook her head.

"Hmm…."

Rector turned his head as he looked into Sylvia’s tearful eyes, then said nothing.

Understanding her pain better than anyone else, he remained silent.

"Ah! I apologize. Let me greet you again."

Sylvia knelt down in front of Rector while holding Edgar’s hand.

"I’m Sylvia Zieghart. Father-in-law..."

She called him "father-in-law" as she deeply bowed her head.

“So, you already knew.”

Rector helped Sylvia to her feet and shook his head.

"I couldn’t help but know, as you look just like him."

Sylvia smiled faintly, saying she couldn’t possibly not recognize the resemblance between Edgar and Rector.

'Indeed….'

Raon nodded, glancing back and forth between Edgar and Rector. Just as Sylvia had mentioned, aside from their hair color, they shared a strikingly similar appearance and atmosphere.

"Raon."

Sylvia turned her head and called Raon's name.

"Go greet your grandfather."

She waved her hand, gesturing him to come over.

“Ah, yes.”

Raon nodded and stood up. His whole body lacked strength, but as Sylvia had said, he needed to properly greet him.

"Um, well…."

However, as he stood in front of Rector, his mind suddenly went blank. He couldn't bring himself to say the word "grandfather."

“We’ll do the greeting later. Let's deal with this first.”

Rector, still feeling somewhat awkward, exhaled a quiet breath and carefully lifted the soul demon stone that was connected to Edgar's heart.

“You can endure this, right?”

“Of course.”

Even though Edgar was feeling excruciating pain, he didn't let out even a groan while holding Sylvia's hand.

"Right. One shouldn't show an unsightly side in front of one's children."

Rector smiled faintly as he examined the still-pulsating soul demon stone. After a moment, he frowned as if frustrated.

“If I cut off the blood vessels like this, the demonic energy could explode, or your life could be in danger. It seems we’ll need a physician.”

Rector sighed and said they would need a skilled priest or physician.

"The Ragged Saint Federick is at Zieghart right now."

Raon pointed in the direction of Zieghart. The Ragged Saint, Federick, possessed both holy power and excellent medical skills. Surely, he could resolve this.

“Yes, yes. Let’s go to Zieghart.”

Sylvia quickly nodded.

“Sir Federick will surely help!”

“Going to Zieghart will be difficult.”

Edgar, unable to look Sylvia straight in the eyes, lowered his gaze.

“What? Why?”

“I was an executive of Eden, and my father became the master of the Holy Sword Alliance. How can we possibly go to Zieghart?”

He bit his lip, saying he didn’t want to cause trouble for Sylvia and Raon.

“It doesn't matter.”

Rector calmly shook his head.

“The name of the Holy Sword Alliance's master isn’t heavier than your life.”

“F-father?”

“The reason I became the master of the Holy Sword Alliance was to protect Raon and Sylvia from the Five Demons.”

He revealed his steady and determined eyes, saying that was his only reason.

“Father….”

"Father-in-law..."

Edgar and Sylvia trembled, their pale lips quivering as if they had felt the sincerity in Rector’s words.

“Since you failed to act as a father, I must do it instead.”

Rector gave a faint smile, saying he was only paying the price for having a disappointing son.

“Ah….”

Raon tightly clenched his fist as he looked into Rector’s calm eyes.

When he recalled Rector’s earlier words and Wrath’s testimony that Rector had been watching over him all this time, all the doubts he had accumulated were suddenly resolved.

It seemed that all the strange actions Rector had done so far were to protect him.

His heart ached as if wrapped in thorny vines, feeling gratitude and sorrow toward him.

"I apologize."

Edgar also bowed his head deeply, sensing Rectar’s feelings.

“I truly have nothing to say to you, father.”

“I told you, there’s no need to apologize.”

Rector calmly waved his hand.

"Before being your wife and children, they are my daughter-in-law and grandchildren."

He snorted, saying it was natural for him to act.

“…….”

Raon smiled faintly as he looked at Rector’s face, which seemed a little brighter.

‘It feels like he’s back.’

It was as if he were seeing the Rector who once competed in swordsmanship training with Glenn at Zieghart. That softness from back then was beginning to emerge in him.

"Well, in any case, it means you're not an enemy."

Rimmer finally seemed relieved as he lowered his sword.

"That shy old man will have to be nervous."

He shrugged his shoulders as if he had thought of something amusing.

"Support may come from Zieghart, but for now, let's leave this place."

Rector suggested they return to House Arianne estate and grabbed Edgar’s shoulder, turning his body.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Edgar let out a low breath as he was supported by Rector.

"After meeting for the first time in decades, all you say is sorry."

Rector shook his head as if telling him to stop talking.

"That’s not something you should say in front of your children."

He glanced at Raon.

“Ah, yes.”

Edgar glanced at Raon and Sylvia and nodded.

“I’ll carry Sia.”

Sylvia, not wanting to entrust her daughter, whom she had reunited with after 20 years, to anyone else, picked Sia up herself.

"It feels good."

With tears still in her eyes, she smiled brightly as she approached Rector and Edgar.

"To say it feels good, you're truly the odd one…."

Rector started to speak but suddenly lifted his head urgently.

He’s here!

Wrath shouted in surprise.

“What…?”

As Raon lifted his gaze, the air fluttered like a curtain, and a long darkness arose.

Rumble!

From within the surging darkness, a holy light burst forth. It was the Fallen, the head of Eden, wrapped in both light and darkness.

“…So it has come to this.”

The Fallen nodded calmly, seeming to grasp the entire situation with just a glance downward.

“The Fallen….”

Rector stepped forward to protect the others.

“So, you had other plans after all.”

The Fallen smirked as if he had expected this.

“I will never forgive you!”

Rector revealed a face like that of a demon, determined to kill the Fallen, who had inflicted indelible wounds on his son and granddaughter.

"Do as you wish. Of course, after my experiment is over."

The Fallen snapped his fingers with a smile, and the soul demon stone, which had been held tightly in Rector's grasp, began to vibrate violently.

Rumble!

The suppressed demonic energy surged up in an instant, and deep cracks formed on the surface of the soul demon stone.

“Get back!”

Rector pulled the soul demon stone from Edgar’s heart and pushed everyone else away.

“Sir Rector!”

The moment Raon called Rector’s name, the soul demon stone shattered, and an enormous amount of demonic energy exploded as if to engulf the whole world.
Kuwaaaaa!

Raon was flung away like a kicked stone, rolling across the ground countless times.

His vision turned completely white, and all he could hear was a ringing sound in his ears. His limbs were powerless, and he couldn’t feel anything, as if all his senses had been wiped away.

“Urgh!”

It was only after a while, when a sharp pain erupted in his abdomen, that he regained some of his senses and coughed up blood.

Thanks to the pain, his mind slowly cleared, and he began to see the plain, now shrouded in dark smoke.

'Mom, father, grandfather...'

Raon turned his head, but there was no one else in sight. His heart began to beat so violently that it felt like it was about to burst.

"Ugh..."

Raon crawled on his knees toward the smoke. Though his arms and legs wouldn't move, he couldn't just stay like this.

Whooosh!

Just as he barely reached the pitch-black smoke, a wind blew from the void, sweeping away the dust and smoke shrouded in demonic energy.

"Ah…"

It seemed that Rimmer and Merlin had collapsed while trying to protect him, both vomiting blood, and next to them were Edgar and Sylvia, hanging limply as they shielded Sia.

Raon turned his trembling gaze forward.

In front of a fissure in the ground that seemed endless, as if a bottomless abyss had opened, stood Rector, alone.

It appeared that he had poured all his energy into stopping the explosion of the soul demon stone, leaving him as an empty shell, devoid of any presence.

“Ugh...”

Whether it was because his senses were distorted or because this was reality, he couldn’t hear anyone breathing.

Kugugugu.

Seeing the people soaked in blood and sinking, his mind distorted, and the wrath buried deep in the bottom of his soul rose like a wildfire.

The unbearable urge of wrath began to spread to his fingertips.

Stop! Do you really want to kill everyone? 

Wrath swung his arms, blocking the way in front of him.

How many times must the King of Essence tell you that he’ll go out of control if he descend directly into your body! You’re still not ready…

Though he was saying something, Raon couldn’t hear properly. His mind was already filled with wrath, and it was hard to regain control.

"If you hadn’t bothered to protect those useless things, it wouldn’t have turned out like this."

The Fallen tilted his head, looking at Rectar, who had finally knelt down and lowered his head.

“Still, the firepower was worth the effort.”

He smiled as if satisfied with his experiment.

Snap!

At that moment, a line snapped in Raon's mind.

Raon no longer resisted and surrendered himself over to the wrath. The mental state he had cultivated through swordsmanship began to freeze in silver.

Damn it!

Wrath was sucked into Raon’s mind, grinding his teeth in frustration.

Having existed as a spirit unable to dominate a physical body, even he, regardless of his own will, couldn't help but go out of control.

The Fallen would escape, and only the others would die.

You idiot, he told you to hold on just a little longer!

Wrath shouted in frustration, trying to endure as best as he could.

Gooooooo!

The Ring of Fire, which had lost its master's control, rotated rapidly and spread its wings that were burning with fire.

* * *

"Is he broken?"

The Fallen stretched out his hand toward Raon, who had frozen in place.

"Your mental strength is weaker than I thought."

As the blade of darkness he summoned aimed to pierce Raon’s heart and throat—

Kuwaaaaaa!

A blue radiance surged over the cracked land, enveloping Raon. The blade of darkness the Fallen had summoned was torn like paper and melted away.

A black horn sprouted on Raon's forehead, and behind him, a giant silver moon rose, flickering.

Under the noble moonlight, the world tree of frost grew, suppressing the Fallen's light and darkness.

The sky turned pure white with frost, and the land twisted in pitch-black.

Standing within the blue radiance, Raon exuded a majestic presence, as if he had the entire world beneath his feet.

Causality. The anomaly that twisted the logic of the world had descended upon a human body.

“Th-this is….”

The Fallen's eyes wavered with doubt and fear. He quickly summoned a wall of thick light and darkness to protect himself.

Raon, with red eyes filled with the energy of the demon king, swung Heavenly Drive downward.

Light and darkness split apart, and bright red blood spurted from the Fallen’s abdomen.

Splat!

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