The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 764

 Chapter 764

 

Woooooo!

The Two-Headed Demon rubbed his two hands as he looked at Green King, who seemed to dominate the souls of monsters.

‘That one’s the real deal.’

The previous Green King had always stayed in the back because his talents were focused on controlling monsters. But that young girl was different.

‘Her talent is truly exceptional.’

Her ability to control monsters and her talent for combat were both on an unprecedented level.

They say Raon Zieghart possesses the greatest talent of all time, but that girl didn't seem far behind.

‘Well, that’s why she caught his eye.’

Originally, Green King should have been a pawn in the hands of the Fallen, but the Heavenly Demon, having recognized her talent, personally brought her in and taught her martial arts.

That fact alone was enough to confirm there was no need to question her talent.

“On top of that...”

The Two-Headed Demon smacked his lips as he looked at the lion-faced sword and the earrings shaped like moonlight, which Green King was holding.

‘Now that she has those artifacts, it’s like she’s grown wings.’

Just a while ago, Green King, himself, and Soul Severing Sword had conquered the dungeon of the Great Swordmaster who had reached Transcendence 500 years ago.

They had endured trap after trap, fought countless battles, and claimed treasure after treasure, so now, with their strength greatly enhanced, even a Transcender wouldn’t seem like an insurmountable foe.

“How does it feel? Are you proud?”

The Two-Headed Demon twisted his lips as he looked at Soul Severing Sword standing behind him.

"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter to the current you."

“……”

Soul Severing Sword didn’t respond at all, nor did he show any reaction, only staring at Green King.

The flickering light in his eyes beneath the helmet seemed to express joy, sorrow, or perhaps even despair.

“……”

Without glancing at the Two-Headed Demon, he stepped forward, as if trying to protect Green King.

"I didn't cut out your tongue, so I don't know why you're not speaking."

The Two-Headed Demon clicked his tongue as he watched Soul Severing Sword slowly walk away.

“What did that bastard the fallen do to you?”

He knew that the Fallen had implanted something ‘special’ inside the bodies of Soul Severing Sword and Green King, but seeing them these days, it felt like he had tampered with their minds or souls as well.

“Anyway, he's someone I don't want to associate with.”

The Two-Headed Demon glanced at the scabbard of Soul Severing Sword and shook his head.

“……”

After further strengthening her control over the monsters, Green King looked back at the Two-Headed Demon. She showed calm eyes as if asking "What are we going to do now?".

“Hmm…”

The Two-Headed Demon scanned the vast army of monsters that he couldn't fully grasp even with his own aura perception, then turned his gaze to the center.

"It would be a waste to just leave such an army behind."

He licked his lips as he looked at the small lights visible in the distance.

"It wouldn't hurt to crush something like that before we go."

“……”

As Green King raised her hand, the army of monsters began moving forward, shaking the ground.

Toward House Arianne that had once overcome death.

Kuwoooong!

***

Crackle, crackle.

Raon looked at the gently burning campfire and drew a faint smile.

Seeing you smile at the fire, you must be thinking the same thing as the King of Essence!

Wrath nodded his head greatly, as if he knew it.

‘What were you thinking?’

That if you roasted a freshly caught fish over these flames, it would taste like heaven! Isn’t that what you were thinking?

Wrath swung both arms in excitement.

'We ate just two hours ago...'

The King of Essence has already digested everything!

Wrath lifted his chin, telling him not to underestimate the appetite of the demon king of Gluttony.

‘You’re not the demon king of Gluttony, though…’

Raon let out a hollow laugh. They had eaten quite a lot for camping out, but it still seemed insufficient for the self-proclaimed demon king of Gluttony.

If it’s not it, then what were you thinking about?

‘I was thinking about how I could use fire to become stronger.’

Fire?

‘Yeah.’

Since he had resolved to ascend to Transcendence without missing a single thing, he wanted to maximize the power of the Ring of Fire and the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.

You’re an even greedier bastard than the King of Essence’s appetite.

Wrath waved his hand, telling Raon to go be friends with Greed.

‘I don’t like that guy.’

Unlike the likable demon kings like Sloth or Gluttony, he didn't really want to associate with Greed.

 You do have an eye for people. The true demon king is only me! Though, he supposes Pride…. Deserves a little credit.

Wrath clicked his tongue, disliking Pride, yet begrudgingly acknowledging him a bit.

‘Is that so.’

Raon thought it was typical of Wrath as he turned his gaze back to the campfire, when he suddenly sensed a faint presence behind him.

"Are you spacing out looking at the fire?"

With a light smile, Rimmer sat across from Raon.

“Why are you up already? There’s still time left.”

Raon narrowed his eyes, looking up at the still-dark sky. Rimmer was supposed to take the next watch, but it wasn’t time for him to wake up yet.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came out early.”

Rimmer waved his hand, saying that old people need less sleep.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve had plenty of sleep.”

Raon clicked his tongue as he looked at Rimmer. As expected, he had been late when departing for the mission. Truly an amazing person—or rather, an elf.

“Come on! Sometimes you’re late and need a rest! It’s part of life!”

“That’s something you say when the person waiting forgives you, not when you’re the one who was late.”

“Oh, now that you mention it, you’re right.”

Rimmer immediately acknowledged that, laughing heartily.

Raon and Rimmer exchanged a few more jokes, then fell silent, both staring at the campfire.

“Raon.”

When one of the logs had fully burned out and crumbled, Rimmer called out to him.

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you have any interest in becoming the head of house?”

"Why are you suddenly asking the same question again?"

“You’re a direct line who’s reached peak Grandmaster level in your early twenties. You may not be on par with Karoon or Denier, but you’re certainly not behind Balder. With that kind of status and strength, it's only natural to desire the position of head of house.”

Rimmer continued, clashing his left and right index fingers like swords.

“There are plenty of people who would love to sit on the highest throne of Zieghart, the strongest of the Five Kings, but you don’t seem interested at all. I find that curious."

He shrugged as if asking for an explanation.

“I’m satisfied with my life as it is now.”

Raon gently shook his head. In his previous life, he had possessed nothing and left nothing behind when he died, so he was happy with the values he had gained in this life.

He had no desire for a position like head of house, especially when he wasn't even sure if he would do well in it.

“No matter how high or prestigious the position of head of house may be, if it doesn’t suit me, it’s meaningless.”

“Hmm, I can’t argue with that.”

Rimmer nodded, conceding as he lowered his fingers.

“Besides, the reason Zieghart’s throne is so great is because the current head of house sits on it.”

If Glenn disappeared and someone else became the head, Zieghart might remain one of the Five Kings, but they would lose the title of the strongest faction on the continent.

The name Glenn Zieghart carried that much overwhelming weight.

“It’s true that Zieghart is what it is today because of the head of house.”

Rimmer agreed, nodding his head.

“However, I think you could grow Zieghart even further than the head of house.”

“That’s absolutely not…”

“You might not know this, but when the head of house first sat on the throne, he was trembling.”

Rimmer chuckled, lifting his gaze.

“Really?”

Raon blinked. He couldn’t believe that Glenn had trembled.

"He couldn’t even give orders properly, and he stuttered when he spoke. Sheryl, Roenn, and I had to write scripts for him from behind, iron his clothes—we had a hard time."

Rimmer waved his hand as he revealed something that would have Glenn strike him with lightning if he heard it.

“If it’s true, I’d like to have seen it.”

Raon smiled faintly. Whether it was true or not, just imagining Glenn acting clumsy made him smile.

Then the King of Essence has won!

Wrath shot his hand up into the air.

Unlike that stiff old man, the King of Essence has been perfect in everything from the start!

He raised his nose, saying he was a perfect monarch.

Thwap!

Raon snapped his finger, flicking Wrath on the nose.

Gah! Why did you hit me?

Pushing away the rampaging Wrath, he turned his gaze to Rimmer.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

"For telling me words to give me courage."

“I'm just being sincere.”

With a smile on his face, Rimmer revealed a serious gaze.

"Because I believe that if you become the head of house, Zieghart can enjoy even greater prosperity."

He chuckled and lightly tapped his sword scabbard.

"And seeing that happen is my new goal as well."

"I will consider it seriously from now on."

Since Rimmer said this much, it seemed necessary to consider the goal of becoming the head of house Zieghart.

"Alright. That's enough."

"But what if I continue to have no interest in the position of head of house and decide to leave the family?"

"Well then, I'll have to follow you."

Rimmer laughed, clasping his hands behind his head.

“Where would you follow me? You should stay in Zieghart!”

"How could a vice leader leave his leader behind?"

He raised his hand, saying he would follow even in death.

"Hah, do as you like."

Raon turned his head and let out a low sigh. Although it was a bit embarrassing, he was just grateful that Rimmer said he'd follow him to the end.

That shitty ears may be an idiot in some ways, but at least he’s loyal.

Wrath nodded, as if acknowledging it.

“But...”

Rimmer made a money gesture with his thumb and index finger.

"You'll pay me a salary, right? You have lots of money."

He smacked his lips, saying that since the benefits would decrease, the salary should increase.

"…"

Raon’s soft gaze turned cold.

*   *   *

Raon bit his lip as he looked at the faraway fortress of House Arianne.

Around the fortress walls, countless bodies were burning in the flames.

The crackling sound was similar to a campfire, but the foul stench unique to monsters seemed to reach them all the way here.

“Ugh!”

Dorian screamed as he saw the pile of monster corpses behind House Arianne’s fortress.

"Th-those are all monster corpses? That's too many!"

He trembled, his jaw quivering at the sight of far more corpses than he had anticipated.

"The head of house said the battle hadn’t even started yet, so when did all this happen?"

Burren bit his lip as he looked at the towering pile of burning monster corpses.

"The number is one thing, but each monster is huge."

Martha rubbed her fingertips as she looked at the corpses of orcs that were much larger than average.

"That means these aren’t ordinary ones."

"A lot of people died too..."

Runaan let out a dull sigh as she looked at the swordsmen and soldiers who seemed to have died alongside the monsters.

"Look over there."

Rimmer stood at the edge of the cliff and called Raon and the Light Wind division.

When they went there, they saw a scene as if a green forest made of monsters was about to engulf the fortress.

"That’s an enormous number. Whether it’s a monster king or Eden, they’re no ordinary enemies."

He bit his lips as if to prepare for a difficult battle.

Goooooo!

Raon scanned House Arianne’s fortress and walls.

He could almost hear the intense breaths of the swordsmen and rangers, the twisted howls of the monsters, and the loud clashes of weapons against weapons.

A fierce battle was already underway.

‘There’s no time.’

Not only the numbers, but each monster was strong. At this rate, House Arianne wouldn't last even half a day and would collapse.

"There’s no detour. We'll go straight down the cliff and support House Arianne."

To save as many as possible, they had to cut a straight path, so he ordered to cross the cliff.

"Yes, sir!"

The Light Wind swordsmen’s eyes flashed sharply, as if the steep cliff before them was nothing. The energy of the Light Wind Flow began to rise from beneath their feet.

"Light Wind division, charge."

Following Raon's shout, the strongest wind of Zieghart tore through the darkness.

*   *   *

Boom, boom, boom!

Small cracks appeared in the walls of House Arianne, which had been steadily maintained after the disappearance of the swamp of death.

So many monsters were gathering that their sheer weight was causing damage to the walls.

But that wasn’t the only problem. Huge orcs and monsters were climbing on each other's shoulders, digging their claws into the walls, and starting to scale them.

Shhhk!

The elite swordsmen, personally trained by the head of House Arianne, were blocking the way, and the rangers were firing arrows and crossbows, but the monster tide didn’t stop.

"Three trolls on the right!"

"Orcs have climbed up! Focus your arrows on the right!"

"The left is the same! Orc warriors have jumped in!"

The swordsmen ran as if they had two bodies, slashing at the monsters climbing the walls, but they couldn't overcome the difference in numbers and fell one by one.

"The, the troll... Ugh!"

A young swordsman who had rushed to support the left was caught in the troll's hand. He died instantly, unable to even feel pain.

Shhhh!

As the troll tried to jump down the fortress wall aiming for the next prey, a bright sword light flashed and split its head.

"Do not retreat!"

It was Wendy Arianne, the head of house Arianne. She extended her astral energy magnificently and sliced all the monsters climbing the walls.

"This is our home, our land! Defend it with your lives!"

Wendy raised her sword emitting an even brighter light, boosting the morale of the swordsmen and soldiers.

"Follow the head of house!"

"Defend the wall!"

"This is the last wall!"

"Pour the oil and light the fire!"

The swordsmen and soldiers, seeming to gain strength from Wendy's actions, shouted and blocked the monsters.

But the monsters seemed unfazed by Wendy's display of power, climbing the walls while stepping on burning corpses.

"Ahhhh!"

"The right wall is broken! The orcs... Ugh!"

"Th-the central wall has severe cracks!"

As the swordsmen’s strength and aura drained, more monsters climbed the wall, increasing in number.

Even though Wendy was a Master, she couldn’t protect everyone, and the swordsmen and soldiers were beginning to be crushed by the monsters.

"Damn it!"

Frica, the leader of the rangers, threw aside her bow and drew her sword.

"Squad 1 and squad 2, follow me to the wall!"

The rangers discarded their bows and engaged in close combat with the monsters to defend the walls at all costs.

"Hold on a little longer! They must have limits too..."

Just as Frica shouted to encourage her subordinates, a tremendous roar erupted from below the walls, as if the ground was twisting. The steel-made fortress gate couldn't withstand the onslaught of monsters and burst open.

Kuwaaaang!

Orcs, trolls, and ogres swung axes and clubs, making the hole in the fortress gate even larger.

Kraaaaah!

The orcs widened the hole and rushed into the fortress. Even though their flesh was torn by the small gap, they charged like wild bulls, indifferent to the pain.

"The, the bottom is breached!"

"Squad 2, get down! Block the orcs!"

"Aaagh!"

Due to the swordsmen trying to defend the walls, the soldiers guarding the gate, and the ever-increasing monsters, House Arianne became a scene of chaos.

The stench of death began to fill the air from every corner.

"I’ll stop them!"

Frica jumped onto the back of an orc attacking the soldiers and stabbed its neck with her sword.

Even as she was struck by another orc's fist, she did not let go of her sword until the end.

"Ugh..."

Wendy trembled as she gripped her sword, seeing monsters swarming from all sides.

‘What should I do?’

Since becoming the head of house Arianne, she had trained relentlessly to protect House Arianne, but now, she couldn't see a way to overcome this situation.

In less than half a day, the gate had collapsed, and she didn’t know what to do next.

‘The Light Wind division won’t arrive until dawn…’

Even if Zieghart arrived as fast as possible, they’d still need to hold out for five more hours, and she wasn’t sure she could protect everyone that long.

'Even so, I have to endure.'

Hadn’t Raon and the Light wind proven that nothing was impossible in situations like this?

Now was not the time to tremble in despair and fear, but to kill even one more enemy.

"Fight! Buy time until our families can escape!"

Wendy tried not to retreat from the wall, trusting her subordinates, but there were too many orcs breaking through the wall for the soldiers to hold.

"Damn it!"

In the end, she gave up defending the wall, went down, and cut down the orcs who had broken through the gate.

Kwaaaang!

But as if that was their aim, ogres who had been waiting for an opportunity from below jumped onto the wall and swung their boulder-sized fists at the swordsmen.

"Aaah…."

Wendy, unable to finish off the remaining orcs, ran back up the fortress wall, but her feet felt endlessly slow.

'Please! Please, don't be late!'

Forcing her legs to move, she stretched out her sword, but it still didn't reach.

'Aaah…'

It was the moment when the despair of not being able to protect the swordsmen she had personally trained—who were more like disciples than subordinates—gripped her heart tightly.

Whoooosh!

From behind her, she heard a warm yet fierce sound of wind.

Swooosh!

In an instant, the wind that erased the stench of the monsters swept through the entire fortress, and the heads of all the orcs who were about to kill the soldiers fell off.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

It wasn't just inside the fortress. Even the ogre that had climbed onto the wall to kill the swordsmen had its body sliced in half and fell down to the bottom of the fortress.

"Aaah…"

Wendy swallowed dryly as she looked at the swordsman in a black dragon coat who appeared at the center of the fortress wall. The man she had longed for during the arduous battle was standing there.

"You've worked hard."

Raon Zieghart. The absolute swordsman, known as the Dragon Slayer and also bearing the nickname of Usurper, gave a heavy nod.

"I will make sure not even a single one gets in, so please rest."

Raon raised Heavenly Drive and pointed at the wave of monsters below the fortress wall.

"Light Wind division."

At his low call, the Light Wind swordsmen stood behind him. A chilling sensation arose, as if the entire division had become a single sword

"Erase them."

At the moment when red lightning flashed in Raon's eyes, the cold wind of Zieghart cleaved the wave of monsters.

Khooooooo!

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