The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 826

 Chapter 826

 

“Haah…”

Raon let out a long sigh as he watched Aris standing alone before Giran Island.

‘What you said back then was right.’

What he said back then?

Wrath tilted his head as if questioning what he meant.

‘You said all the women around me were strange before. You were right about that.’

There’s a saying, if you know your enemy and know yourself, you won’t lose a hundred battles.

It’s a fundamental principle of warfare spread across the entire continent.

But Aris didn’t seem to care who her enemy was, she just charged straight onto the island and declared war.

It was hard to believe that she was a direct line of Zieghart and Glenn’s eldest daughter.

The King of Essence never speaks nonsense!

Wrath tilted his chin upward with a smug expression.

But those words shouldn’t be coming out of your mouth.

‘Me?’

Raon pointed to himself with his index finger, tilting his head in confusion.

‘Why me?’

Why, you ask? Because you’re the strangest of them all! Weirdos naturally flock to other weirdos!

Wrath squinted as though it was obvious.

‘I’m not that bad.’

Raon shook his head as he watched Aris yelling for someone to hurry up and come out.

‘If anything, I’m pretty normal…’

Bullshit!

Wrath slammed his hand down, dismissing the idea completely.

The King of Essence has lived for countless years and traveled many places, but you’re the only one who ever deceived four Demon Kings!

He snorted, telling Raon to do some self-reflection.

‘Hmm…’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the five flower bracelets on his wrist.

‘Not four. It’s five.’

<Wrath>, <Sloth>, <Envy>, <Gluttony>, and <Lust> that he had recently acquired. There were five bracelets wrapped around his wrist.

Bu-But the King of Essence wasn’t deceived!

Wrath shouted in protest.

It was a scam! Don’t lump me in with the other Demon Kings!

Wrath’s face scrunched as he demanded not to be lumped in with the other Demon Kings.

‘Right. You weren’t deceived.’

Raon smirked as he stared into Wrath’s round eyes.

‘You just hand out rewards all on your own.’

T-That’s not the King of Essence’s doing! It’s that damn system!

Wrath’s cheeks flushed red in frustration, and his hands trembled.

“…I’m sorry.”

While Raon was teasing Wrath, Rabawin, looking pale, bowed his head.

“I apologize on behalf of Lady Aris.”

Rabawin drooped his shoulders, looking like a parent apologizing for a child’s misbehavior.

“It’s fine.”

Rimmer patted Rabawin’s shoulder and nodded.

“None of us expected that punk to act normally anyway.”

He smiled lightly, saying there was no need to apologize.

"Even so..."

Raon swallowed nervously, glancing between Rabawin and Aris.

“I didn’t expect it to be this bad.”

Given the timing, the fact that many presences were on an uninhabited island likely meant they were after the soul stone. But someone who would just charge in and roar was beyond Raon’s understanding.

“We have to learn that!”

“Yeah. It’s cool…”

Martha and Runaan, seemingly impressed by Aris’ bold actions, clasped their hands and nodded.

“No! You shouldn’t learn that!”

Burren waved his hands, saying it was behavior unbecoming of a leader.

‘Sigh.’

Raon let out a quiet sigh as he looked at Burren.

‘Burren’s the only one I can rely on.’

In truth, the person fulfilling the vice division leader role of the Light Wind division wasn’t Rimmer but Burren.

Lately, Burren had seemed exhausted, and Raon had considered passing the position to Martha or Runaan.

However, seeing this, he realized that would never work.

T-The King of Essence agrees…

Wrath nodded in agreement, indicating he felt the same way. The fact that he, who cherished Runaan and Martha, was saying something like this meant it was serious.

“Hurry up! Come on!”

Aris waved energetically, urging them to follow her.

"...We should go."

Raon nodded heavily, stepping onto the sea's surface to head toward Giran Island where Aris waited.

He wasn’t sure who the enemies were, but strangely, he didn’t feel uneasy.

It must have been because of his trust and expectation in Aris as a warrior.

Hoping that the Light Wind swordsmen could also become someone like Aris, Raon stepped onto Giran Island.

The island’s outer area was full of stones and rocks, while the inner area was dense with trees and forest, making it hard to see.

“What took you so long?”

Aris tilted her head as if annoyed they hadn’t followed her sooner.

“Aunt, I know you’re strong, but you’re way too reckless.”

"Life is too short to gather information and make plans."

Despite her playful words, her voice was serious as she rested her hand on her sword’s hilt.

“Let’s finish this quickly and save Sia.”

Aris serene eyes gazed into the depths of the island.

“You’re right…”

Raon bit his lip. If the people on this island found the Soul Stone first and fled, it would be difficult to track them.

Perhaps Aris was right that fighting to seize it, even without information, was the correct approach.

“Rabawin.”

Aris gestured toward Rabawin, who had just caught up.

“Do you remember where you saw the soul stone?”

“Yes, on the opposite shore from here.”

Startled by Aris’ serious gaze, Rabawin responded immediately.

“So, we’ll have to clear the whole area.”

Aris smirked, as if finding the situation convenient.

Fwoooosh!

As the Light Wind swordsmen and the crew of the Azure Wind all arrived in front of Giran Island, the forest inside the island burned black as two people walked out.

Goooom.

On the right stood a man cloaked from head to toe in a black robe, which was burning like flames—perhaps an artifact.

On the left stood a tall woman with copper-colored skin, as if she lived on this coast. Her eyes were sharply honed, as though they had a blade within them.

Both the man and woman had an overwhelming presence, exuding powerful energy waves, far stronger than Raon himself.

Rumble!

Behind the black-robed man stood figures shrouded in darkness, and around the copper-skinned woman, figures clad in white robes sprang out.

They were the Black Tower’s mages and the white fanatics from the White Blood Religion

“Well, well, we meet again.”

Aris curled up the corners of her mouth as she looked at the copper-skinned woman. "Second Apostle. You managed to escape last time."

“Zieghart’s encirclement was sloppy.”

The copper-skinned woman called the Second Apostle shrugged her shoulders, as if it was no big deal.

“But you….”

She narrowed her sharp eyes, scanning Aris and the Light Wind division.

“Are you here for the soul stone?”

If she was saying this, Rabawin’s guess was correct—the Second Apostle must have seen the soul stone here.

“So what if we are?”

Aris tilted her head as if lies would be pointless.

“…Zieghart, huh.”

The robed man’s pitch-black eyes glimmered as he looked at the Second Apostle.

“It seems your information was correct.”

“I told you it was right from the start!”

The Second Apostle frowned, annoyed at his doubt.

“And who are you?”

Aris lowered her eyebrows as she looked at the black-robed man.

“Judging by that gloomy outfit, you must be one of the Black Tower bastards?”

She mocked the black-robed man, trying to gauge his reaction.

“……”

The robed man ignored her, speaking instead to the Second Apostle.

"Who is that woman?"

He spoke in a calm tone, as if he genuinely didn’t know Aris.

“Hah?!”

Aris' forehead veins bulged, irritated that he didn't recognize her.

“Aris Zieghart.”

The Second Apostle moved her lips, not taking her eyes off Aris' hand.

“She’s Zieghart’s Transcender.”

She let out a short sigh, saying the situation wasn't good.

“Damn it! This is why we should have found it as quickly as possible and gotten out of here!”

The Second Apostle frowned, claiming it was the robed man's dawdling that caused this.

“……”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the black-robed man.

‘Something’s strange.’

His vitality is too weak.

Normally, the more skilled a person is, the stronger their vitality, but the black-robed man barely emitted any vitality, almost as if he was close to death, despite possessing a greater energy wave than Raon.

"You're certainly strong. It would be dangerous to leave you alone."

The black-robed man nodded as if acknowledging Aris’ strength.

“I’ll hold her off. You go find the soul stone. Can you do that?”

“Is that possible?”

The Second Apostle widened her eyes. She didn’t seem to know the exact extent of the black-robed man’s abilities either.

“It’s more than enough.”

The man’s voice was steady, showing his confidence in being able to hold off Aris.

“Ha!”

Aris swept her red hair back, letting out a dry laugh.

“So this is how far Aris Zieghart has fallen—to be dismissed as nothing by a mere curtain.”

Referring to the black-robed man as nothing more than a curtain, she bared her teeth in a mocking grin.

"It seems my little brother was stupid and rude. Today, I shall show you what the sword of Zieghart truly is."

Aris gave a chilling smile, vowing to properly crush the black-robed man and the Second Apostle on behalf of Karoon.

“While I keep her occupied, find the soul stone and return.”

The black-robed man moved forward, instructing the Second Apostle to meet at the designated location.

“Understood.”

The Second Apostle nodded briskly.

"Without Aris Zieghart, they're nothing but worms. It won't be difficult."

She sharpened her fingertips, implying she could slaughter them all.

“Who’s keeping whom occupied, I wonder? And…”

Aris, with her hand resting on Raon’s shoulder, flashed a chilling gaze.

“Worms? While my guys may be lacking, my nieces and nephews are strong.”

Declaring her trust in Raon and the Light Wind division, Aris immediately unsheathed her sword.

Shiiiiing!

As she advanced, her space sword slashed through the black-robed man’s neck.

Whooosh!

However, the man’s body turned to mist, letting her sword pass harmlessly through him. He seemed to be more of a mage or a shaman than a warrior.

“So impatient.”

The man extended his hand, and black mist surged around Aris, pulling at her ankles.

“Aunt!”

Raon tried to reach for Aris, but the mist blocked his path.

That’s a demon.

Wrath narrowed his eyes at the black-robed man.

He hasn’t made his advent, instead, he’s entered a physical vessel. That body must have been created artificially.

He clicked his tongue, saying it was a demon inhabiting a body made like an artifact.

“Ugh, how disgusting.”

Aris frowned as she looked at her lower half, trapped in the vortex of black mist.

“No human could escape from this.”

The black-robed man, who had become one with the mist, shook his head as if telling her to give up.

“Sorry, but I’m no ordinary human!”

Aris resisted the black mist that was pulling her body in like a black hole and lifted her upper body.

She suppressed the mist, which was made of energy waves and demonic energy.

“Hmm…”

The black-robed man let out a slight breath of surprise, seemingly taken aback by Aris' strength.

“Raon. You can handle her, right?”

Aris resisted the black mist that was pulling her body in like a black hole and looked at Raon.

“You can win without losing a single one of our people, right?”

She nodded, signaling him to speak now if that wasn’t possible.

“……”

Raon didn’t respond immediately, his gaze instead fixed on the cold, piercing eyes of the Second Apostle.

“I can do it. After all, I have a grudge against her as well.”

The Second Apostle had once breached Zieghart’s fortress walls and tried to kill Sylvia. That memory had boiled inside Raon for a long time, and now that the chance for revenge had come, he welcomed it.

“Good. I trust you.”

Aris smiled before relaxing her body. She sank into the ground along with the black mist.

“Hm?”

When Aris opened her eyes again, a space filled with pitch black appeared. The ceiling, walls, and ground all radiated dense demonic energy.

“A barrier?”

“I doubted I could defeat you in that dimension.”

The ground rippled like mud, and the black-robed man emerged.

He still looked human but seemed to be made of smoke.

“And you think you can win here?”

Aris smirked mockingly.

“I don’t need to win. Holding you here is enough.”

He shook his head, as if that alone would suffice.

“Black Tower scum always have this problem. Their heads are so filled with demonic energy that they can’t make proper decisions.”

Aris lightly tapped her head as she mocked him.

“I won’t kill you here.”

She smirked as she raised her sword.

“Because I want to show you who’s standing outside.”

*   *   *

"Grudge, huh…."

The Second Apostle let out a small chuckle, shaking her head.

"On a normal day, you might have beaten me."

She tilted her chin as she stared at Raon.

"But today, there’s no fluctuation."

Above the shoulders of the Second Apostle, a mighty surge of bloody energy soared. It was the energy wave of a Transcender who had surpassed the realm of Grandmaster.

“Light Wind division.”

Raon, standing firm against the oppressive energy wave, extended his hand.

“Cut them all down.”

“Yes!”

Without the slightest hesitation, the Light Wind swordsmen drew their swords and charged at the Black Tower’s mages and White Blood fanatics.

“Kill them all!”

The Second Apostle, unwilling to be outdone, stomped her foot and ordered her subordinates to attack.

The mages of the Black Tower and the White Blood fanatics charged toward the Light Wind swordsmen.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

As the two sides clashed head-on, a massive shockwave exploded.

From the very first clash, the difference in strength was evident.

Rumble!

With their swords in formation and astral energy surging, the Light Wind swordsmen cut through the charging mages and White Blood fanatics as if slicing through paper, leaving behind nothing but pools of blood.

The difference in martial prowess was as vast as the sky and the earth.

“How dare you!”

Martha raised her sword, her face scrunched in disdain.

"You lack training."

Burren waved his hand, telling them to spend time training instead of drinking people's blood.

“Weak…”

Runaan also let out a brief, disappointed sigh.

"If we keep pushing like this, we can finish them off at once..."

“You little brats!”

Just as Martha stood at the front and was about to swing her sword, a pale white hand flew toward her face.

“Ah…”

It was the Second Apostle. She moved to cut off Martha, who had been at the forefront, instead of targeting Raon.

Clang!

Just before piercing Martha's neck, a flaming blade fiercely deflected the Second Apostle's hand strike.

“Hm…”

The Second Apostle stepped back, clutching her slightly trembling hand.

“Look at me.”

Raon tilted his chin as he looked down at the Second Apostle. His eyes began to burn with the flame of arrogance.

“The one who’ll take your head is standing right here.”

 

 

 

 

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