The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 809

Chapter 809

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Kuuuuung!

The dark night sky illuminating the Holy Sword Alliance trembled as if it were about to shatter. The vibrations were so strong that it felt like an earthquake was occurring on the ground as well.

“What… what is that?”

Dorian, who had been sighing in relief after Raon and Darkan's duel ended, looked up at the sky with trembling lips.

“What’s happening now, before we can even celebrate!”

He grabbed his head, shouting as if this place were hell. He seemed bewildered by a situation beyond his understanding.

“The sky… it looks like it’s going to collapse…?”

“The moon is shaking, too. Is it my time to die?”

The Master of the Demon General Sword and the Master of the Stringed Sword scanned the sky with blank stares, blinking in confusion.

“I don’t know either, but….”

Jarek raised his long eyebrows as he carefully observed the sky.

"It feels like there's an unbelievable monster behind all of this."

He trembled, his beard quivering, as he muttered about sensing an overwhelmingly powerful force.

“…It’s only a matter of time before the barrier breaks.”

Lawrence straightened his posture, running his hand through his hair. His golden eyes quivered as if struck by waves.

“I can’t imagine why it has to happen now.”

Lawrence glanced at Darkan, who was coughing up black blood from internal injuries, and Rector, who had yet to recover his energy, biting his lips anxiously.

"Doesn't seem like we're getting a friendly visitor."

Burren swallowed dryly, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly at his waist.

“Haah, it’s already annoying enough dealing with that mad man, but what now!”

Martha ground her teeth, her brows furrowing deeply.

“Why does trouble always have to happen to us!”

She stomped her foot fiercely, saying only bad things ever happen to them.

“Raon, are you okay?”

Runaan, seemingly uninterested in the collapsing sky, was the first to support the staggering Raon.

“I’m fine. I can manage.”

Raon shook his head lightly, forcing a faint smile. His internal injuries were severe from the duel with Darkan, but thanks to the Ring of Fire, he could endure it.

‘But….’

He exhaled a breath tinged with the scent of blood as he looked up at the night sky.

‘What is that?’

The sky trembled as if it might split, constellations twisting unnaturally, all due to the sheer force hammering the barrier.

Even the moon was distorting. At the very least, it had to be a Transcender.

‘And not just any Transcender.’

The barrier protecting the Holy Sword Alliance had been created by the first head of Zieghart and his mage companion.

To break such a barrier, the intruder must possess strength on par with the former master of the Holy Sword Alliance, who now stood beside him.

‘You know who it is, don’t you?’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he turned to Wrath.

Just a moment ago, he had shouted to erase wrath and mentioned a crazy stalker chasing him.

It was clear he knew who was trying to break the barrier.

Ugh….

Wrath looked up at the sky, his jaw trembling as though gripped by fear.

‘Wrath!’

Ugh! Didn't the King of Essence say it! There's a stalker like that madwoman in Devildom too!

Wrath exclaimed that there was a mad demon on par with Merlin.

‘So that stalker came here chasing you?’

Judging by that brute force and reckless behavior, it's obvious!

He shrugged his shoulders, saying it's obvious from how they're trying to break the barrier with sheer strength.

‘So, that’s Pride….’

What nonsense are you spouting? That’s Lust!

‘Huh?’

Raon had assumed the one attacking the barrier with such overwhelming strength would be the demon king of Pride, but the answer he received was the demon king of Lust.

‘Th-The demon king of Lust is breaking the barrier with brute force? Not with curses or magic?’

The response was so unexpected that he let out a dry laugh.

That’s why he said she’s insane!

Wrath shook his head furiously, declaring this as proof of her madness.

The already blue demon now seemed even paler.

Damn it! It was hard enough dealing with her in Devildom, but to think she’d chase me all the way here!

Wrath groaned painfully, recalling the past.

Everything gets ruined wherever that damned stalker goes! Even the King of Essence’s castle...

Wrath whimpered, almost on the verge of tears, saying this place would be ruined as well.

‘Hmm, this demon king of Lust seems very different from what I imagined….’

Listening to Wrath, Raon felt that the Monarch of Lust outside was very different from the one he had imagined.

‘For you to be this scared, she must be really strong, huh?’

Wrath never feared Pride, who was considered the strongest among the demon kings, yet he seemed terrified of Lust.

She’s strong, yes, but that’s not the problem….

Wrath clasped his chubby hands tightly together.

That stalker doesn’t die!

‘What?’

That damned stalker should be stuck in Devildom, so why is she here…

Wrath mumbled, biting his lip hard, unable to understand.

‘If she’s a stalker, doesn’t that mean she followed you?’

Huh…?

Wrath blinked blankly at Raon.

C-Could it be? Damn it! That’s probably it!

Wrath shivered, his shoulders trembling violently. He truly seemed terrified of Lust.

‘This might be even more dangerous than I thought.’

Just in case, Raon pulled his sleeves down to hide Wrath’s ice flower bracelet.

“Hmph….”

Darkan wiped away the black blood dripping from his chin and tilted his head.

“It’s a bit embarrassing to stay after saying I’d leave, but would you mind if I stuck around for a bit?”

He gave Raon a crooked grin.

“It seems like something interesting might happen.”

Darkan gazed at the sky, clearly curious about the being breaking the barrier.

“Go ahead.”

Raon nodded without hesitation.

‘Better to have him here than not.’

Though an uncontrollable and unpredictable individual, he could be a useful card in this dangerous situation.

“Raon….”

Rector struggled to his feet and approached Raon.

“I’m sorry.”

He bit his lips until they bled, as if regretting that he couldn't protect him.

"It's okay."

Raon shook his head with a faint smile.

"Thanks to grandfather fighting first, I was able to grasp the swordsmanship of the previous master of the Holy Sword Alliance. If not for that, I would have ended up dying too."

It wasn’t just to ease Rector’s guilt—Raon genuinely meant it. By seeing Darkan’s fighting style, he had managed to leave a deep impression on him.

“You’ve got yourself a fine grandson, Holy Sword Alliance’s master.”

Darkan chuckled, looking at Rector.

He continued to call him by the title, showing he had no lingering attachment to the alliance.

“Indeed. He’s more than I deserve.”

Rector nodded heavily, his eyes burning with a conviction that transcended mere determination. It was a solemn vow to protect Raon at all costs.

"If he’s more than you deserve, you could hand him over, but I've already said I'd leave, so I can't help it. Then protect your grandson well..."

Darkan smirked crookedly, raising his hand.

“From that monster.”

As Darkan’s finger pointed toward the sky, the full moon split, and cracks resembling a snake's pupils appeared.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The barrier created by the first head of Zieghart and his companion crumbled, and a purple hole tore open in the sky.

I-It’s coming! It’s coming! That crazy thing is coming! Kyaaah!

Wrath’s eyes started spinning like lollipops. Despite spending over ten years with him, Raon had never seen Wrath act this hysterical before.

‘Lust…’

What kind of demon king could terrify Wrath this much?

Raon focused his aura perception on the shattered sky, torn between curiosity and fear.

Whoosh!

From within the purple hole, a figure clad in a black robe emerged.

Wearing a hood that concealed the face, the figure wasn't tall and had a slender build.

It was vastly different from what he had imagined, but there was something even stranger.

“I don’t sense any lust emotion.”

Unlike Wrath, who always exuded the emotion of wrath, or Sloth, who spread the feeling of laziness as soon as he woke up, Lust did not evoke the emotion of lust.

The overwhelming energy waves radiating from the figure were astonishing, but she didn’t feel like a demon king.

It felt more like a human who had trained martial arts to the extreme.

“Is that really Lust?”

Raon tilted his head slightly as he watched the robed figure descend slowly to the ground.

'Looks more like a warrior to me.'

Judging by the way the robe bulged slightly at the waist, the figure appeared to wield a sword.

That... that is not the true appearance of that madowman.

Wrath covered his eyes with his small, round hands, trembling.

She is pretending to be someone else right now!

He bit his lips as he explained that, unlike other demon kings, Lust wasn’t revealing her true appearance.

If her hair turns pink, never make eye contact! It could affect even you!

Wrath squeezed his eyes shut, warning Raon to run away immediately if Lust revealed her true form.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Raon peered into the hood of the approaching Lust. Though he couldn’t see clearly, her hair seemed to be light blue for now.

Tap.

Lust walked across the ruined ground, her footsteps echoing as if she cared nothing for the countless gazes fixed on her.

Gooooooo!

The powerful energy wave emanating from her froze the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance in place, unable even to blink.

D-Don't even breathe! The King of Essence’s wrath might leak out!

Wrath screamed, saying that it would be fine if Raon just stood still but urged him not to draw up any wrath.

“Certainly….”

From within Lust’s black robe, an eye glowed with a deep ocean blue light.

“I felt it here.”

Her voice, thick and rich like wine, resonated through the silent Holy Sword Alliance.

Gahh!

Wrath covered his nose and mouth with his round hands. It seemed he wouldn't even breathe.

“What did you feel?”

Darkan brushed back his hair, his gaze fixed on Lust’s waist.

“Wrath.”

From Lust’s crimson lips, Wrath’s name rolled out smoothly, dripping with certainty.

"He's here."

She shifted her glowing eyes back and forth, as though fully confident in her words.

Aaaaaaaaah!

Wrath let out an uncontrollable scream of terror.

“……”

In that moment, Lust’s gaze fell directly on Raon. It was probably a coincidence, but it sent chills down his spine.

Whoosh.

He felt as if all his clothes had been stripped off, leaving his bare skin exposed. He began to understand why Wrath was so afraid.

Damn it! She’s found me!

Wrath clutched his head, lamenting that although she hadn’t pinpointed his exact location, she had realized he was here.

But something about this is strange. That lunatic shouldn’t even be able to come here!

Wrath frowned, puzzled by Lust’s presence in this location.

“Isn’t it normal for a demon king to come to the human world?”

That’s not it! That lunatic!

Wrath pointed a trembling hand at Lust as she scanned the surroundings.

She has no sense of direction!

‘What…?’

Raon blinked in disbelief.

‘The demon king of Lust… has no sense of direction?’

That’s right! Despite being a stalker, she has no sense of direction!

Wrath shook his head, saying that he didn’t know how she had ended up here.

The first time she came to my castle, it was because she was targeting Greed but ended up in the wrong place!

‘Ah….’

Raon let out a sigh as he glanced at Lust.

‘Then how did she get here?’

She must have sensed the wrath the King of Essence used to pull that moth (Darkan) into the mental world. Her sense of smell is incredible! Just look at how she smashed through the barrier instead of finding the entrance—it’s clear she must have been somewhere completely different!

Wrath wrinkled his nose, insisting there was no way Lust had tracked him here.

‘So she just happened to be nearby?’

Exactly!

Wrath flailed his arms, cursing his rotten luck.

“Hm….”

Raon swallowed dryly.

‘So what happens now?’

Since Lust was a crazy stalker, he couldn't predict her actions.

As he was racking his brain about how to proceed, Lust's constantly moving gaze suddenly stopped at one point.

“You….”

But Lust wasn’t looking at Raon, her eyes were fixed on Darkan.

"You have the strongest scent of Wrath."

With an icy glare, Lust set her sights on Darkan, as though her decision had already been made.

‘Hmm….’

Raon exhaled lightly as he looked at Darkan.

‘It must be because he entered Wrath’s mental world.’

Darkan had been directly struck by Wrath’s energy inside his mental world, leaving a wound on his soul, it was natural that Darkan would carry the strongest scent of it here.

It’s over! We're saved!

Wrath threw his arms into the air.

That lunatic's gaze has shifted! Hurry and get out of here!

He waved his hands rapidly, telling everyone to take him and run.

"I don't know who this Wrath is, but..."

Darkan clicked his tongue as he looked up at Lust.

“You smell like a swordsman.”

He narrowed his eyes, focusing on Lust's waist.

"You must have met Wrath?"

"What swordsmanship do you practice?"

"Where is Wrath?"

"Your realm is Transcendence, is your swordsmanship the same?"

"Tell me where Wrath is."

"Your saber is unusual. It's been a while since I've seen a curved one."

"Wrath."

"Draw your saber."

"Where is Wrath?"

Lust and Darkan exchanged words like parallel lines, never truly engaging in conversation.

"Are you not human? Seems like we can't communicate."

Lust lifted the robe around her waist and drew a long curved saber from a scabbard with its tip slightly curled upward.

“Ah, the blade’s scent is sharp!"

Darkan grinned widely, as if his mouth would tear, at the thought of experiencing new swordsmanship.

Kugugugu!

A demon king obsessed with Wrath and a swordsman obsessed with swordsmanship.

Absurdly, a fight between these two eccentrics was about to begin.

‘Wow.’

Raon's eyes became unfocused, staring blankly.

‘My chest is swelling with excitement....’

 

 

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