The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 812

Chapter 812

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"My Authority…"

Lust gulped as she looked at Raon’s wrist.

"Will you really accept my authority?"

She asked again with a dazed look, as if she couldn't believe it.

"The King of Essence does not take back his words."

Raon spoke words that Wrath would likely say, remaining on guard until the end.

"As a token of our promise, he shall accept your authority."

"Even the authority I despise…"

Lust's blue eyes began to fill with emotion. She seemed now convinced that Raon was really Wrath.

"Thank you…"

Lust smiled faintly, her face resembling Wrath’s, as if she was genuinely happy.

"No need to thank me."

Raon shook his head calmly.

'I can't believe this is actually working...'

Receiving the Demon King's authority and even making it seem like a favor—it was such an absurd thing, even to himself.

Grrrrrr…

Wrath let out a whimper like a starving puppy.

W-Why is this happening?! This is truly driving me crazy!

He shouted, still unable to comprehend the situation.

Why do Demon Kings become desperate to be doormats every time they meet this bastard?

Wrath wildly waved his hands, exclaiming in frustration.

'Among them, you are the biggest doormat of all.'

Raon grinned and gestured toward Wrath.

Y-you insolent fool!

Wrath could only chew on his lips, unable to retort.

'But why are you getting so upset?'

Raon tilted his head as he watched Wrath transform into strawberry-flavored cotton candy.

‘I did exactly what you wanted—I freed you from Lust.’

W-wanted? When did the King of Essence ever want this nonsense!

Wrath opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

You pretended to be me and made a promise! And now you ask why he’s upset? Are you out of your mind, you sword-obsessed lunatic!

Wrath trembled, as if he were about to explode, accusing Raon of losing his sanity from too much sword training.

Ugh! You better take responsibility! Whether it's Lust or the other Demon Kings, you take responsibility!

Wrath furiously shook his head, making it clear he wouldn’t fulfill the promise himself.

‘I will.’

Raon nodded calmly.

Huh?

Wrath opened his eyes wide in surprise.

'I do feel guilty. But keeping you from leaving was more important.'

W-Was the King of Essence that precious to you?

‘Of course. Whether it's hate or affection, it's been over ten years.’

Raon smiled softly at Wrath.

W-Well, even the King of Essence has grown somewhat… Huagh!

Wrath smacked himself mid-sentence, his cheeks flushing red.

Dangerous! If he had let his guard down, he’d have fallen for his smooth talk!

He rubbed his reddened cheek, exhaling sharply.

You don’t need me, you need my power!

Wrath squinted as if he had figured everything out.

‘I wouldn’t deny it, but more than that, it’d be boring without you around.’

Raon shook his head briefly.

He had already gained a lot from Wrath and would gain even more in the future, but the thought of losing this cotton candy-like guy felt like a much greater loss than all those benefits.

W-Well, the King of Essence does not trust your tongue! How can he trust someone who can twist reality with his tongue?

Wrath covered his ears, shaking his head defiantly.

‘Do as you like.’

Raon shrugged and turned back to Lust.

"Then I’ll prepare myself."

Lust clasped her hands and looked at him.

"Prepare?"

"In this state, I can't give you my authority."

She shook her head.

"Do as you must."

Raon nodded, folding his hands behind his back.

‘I can’t let my guard down.’

If Lust revealed her true appearance and used the authority of Lust, no matter how strong his soul was, he might succumb to her temptation.

He rotated the Ring of Fire to the extreme to guard against her authority.

Fwooooosh!

As Lust lowered the hands she had clasped in front of her chest, her ocean-colored hair began to turn light pink.

Her height increased until her eyes met his, and her loose robe that had looked like it was covering a child now revealed a voluptuous figure.

Finally, her blue eyes that resembled Wrath's flashed a light red, and a subtle pink energy wave spread all around.

‘This is…’

Raon swallowed dryly as he looked into Lust's light red eyes.

'The real Lust, the Monarch of Lust.'

The moment he met Lust's gaze, he felt as if his soul was being sucked in.

His mind blanked, and an overwhelming urge to embrace her filled his chest.

‘How fascinating.’

Ruunan, Martha, Merlin, Denning Rose, and Siyan were all unrivaled beauties, but Lust radiated an unparalleled beauty.

No, it felt as though she was making him perceive her that way. It was as if she read his innermost desires and reflected the image of his ideal beauty.

'Her appearance is captivating, but...'

The scent is even stranger.

A complex fragrance emanated from Lust.

Not just the fresh scent of fruit, the relaxing scent of wood, and the sharp scent of spices, but also the smells of a warm summer and a cold winter. Strangely, all these scents blended in harmony, clearing his thoughts and making only his heart burn with desire.

Sccch.

Raon bit the inside of his lip just before he got deeply lost in Lust's scent to regain his senses.

If he hadn’t been using the Ring of Fire to the extreme, he would have immediately lost his reason, approached Lust, and embraced her.

Pull yourself together!

Wrath shook his head.

If you give in to temptation now, you could really end up dead!

He frowned, emphasizing that the situation was still dangerous.

‘I know.’

Raon steadied his breath, lowering his gaze.

‘You’re right. It’s not time to let my guard down yet.’

It was true that Lust had fallen for his words, but the situation was still dangerous.

If he showed any weakness, she could start doubting him again, so he had to maintain a flawless act until the very end.

"…"

Raon calmly nodded as if he was familiar with Lust's appearance and extended his wrist again.

"I despise my authority, but I hope it holds meaning for you."

Lust stretched out her slender fingers with a gentle smile.

As she drew a circle with her white fingers, a pink flower in the shape of a rose bloomed and wrapped around his wrist.

'It's pretty.'

Wrath’s ice flower and Sloth’s dark flower were also pretty, but the one Lust made was the most beautiful in appearance.

[The authority of <Lust> permeates your soul and body.]

[The ability will activate after the adaptation period is complete.]

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the message.

‘The content is a bit different.’

When he received it from Envy, it said "a portion," but now it simply said "authority."

It seemed that, unlike the other Demon Kings who had been forced, Lust, perhaps because she gave it willingly, had handed over a significant amount of her authority.

“You seem to like it.”

Lust gave a deep smile as she watched Raon examine the bracelet.

"You remember this flower, right? It's the first flower I came to like, thanks to you."

She nodded as if it was obvious he would know.

“…”

Raon calmed his rapidly beating heart while keeping a composed gaze.

‘What is this?’

What kind of flower is it?

Thanks to Sylvia, he knew about many flowers, but he had never seen anything like this before. It seemed to be a flower that existed only in Devildom.

‘Wrath!’

Hmph…

Wrath lowered his sharp gaze, showing no intention of answering.

Why would the King of Essence tell you anything!

‘Huh?’

Raon blinked at Wrath.

‘If something goes wrong here, we’re all going down together! You know that!’

It was absurd that the one who had been warning him about danger until just a moment ago was now behaving like this.

He knows. It’s dangerous. Incredibly dangerous. But…

Wrath raised his chin, flames flickering in his eyes.

He's too angry to care! The more he thinks about it, the more he's consumed by rage he can't suppress!

‘What…?’

Your tongue that mocks everything makes me so furious, he’ll just die along with you!

He turned his head away abruptly, saying to do whatever he wanted. His eyes were spinning wildly, as if he’d completely lost it.

‘He’s lost it.’

Raon’s fingers trembled. He hadn’t expected Wrath to throw a tantrum in such a critical situation, and it left him flustered.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten? Or…”

Lust's eyelids trembled slightly. Whether it was suspicion or disappointment, he felt an ominous sensation as if the authority of lust she possessed was gripping his neck.

‘Stay calm.’

There’s always a way out of any situation.

Recalling the things Lust and Wrath had said so far, Raon naturally gazed at the pink flower bracelet.

“Forgotten?”

He chuckled lightly and shook his head.

“Is that what you think?”

“Th-Then…”

Lust’s eyes began to sparkle with expectation.

"From the day you broke down my castle walls and barged in, I haven’t forgotten a single thing."

Raon gazed into the air with a faint smile.

“I don’t forget anything about you.”

“Ah…”

The moment she heard the direct mention of "you," Lust’s lips began to quiver with emotion.

“Isn’t this the flower that accompanied the advice the King of Essence gave you?”

Raon confidently stroked the flower bracelet that Lust had made.

‘This must be it.’

Wrath had mentioned that he said something to Lust, and she had said those words had been a great comfort to her.

She mentioned that thanks to Wrath, she came to like flowers for the first time, so it must have been then.

“Hm…”

Lust's eyes grew dreamy and unfocused. It meant his guess was correct. It was time to wrap things up.

"The King of Essence loves flowers. The King of Essence believes all flowers suit him best, but this one seems to suit you better."

Raon smiled as he thrust a blade sharper than a heart sword into Lust.

“Th-thank you…”

Lust caressed her own cheek with a face that seemed beyond satisfaction, almost like she would ascend.

Her face turned as red as an apple.

Wh-what…

Wrath blinked dumbfoundedly, unable to understand the situation.

How do you know about breaking down the wall and handing over the flower? Were you actually there too?!

He trembled, demanding to know if Raon had somehow been to Devildom.

‘Thanks to you.’

Huh…?

‘You told me yourself that Lust broke into your castle.’

Raon recalled the information Wrath had given him and lowered his hand.

‘I inferred from there. If it was your castle, it would have gardens, and there would be lots of flowers.’

Wrath loved flowers even more than Sylvia did. Surely, that's where the connection between the two Demon Kings began.

Hey. Hey! HEY!

Wrath shouted 'Hey!' roughly, as if he had turned into a back-alley thug

Why do you even bother training with the sword?

‘What…?’

Raon blinked in confusion.

‘What are you talking about?’

That cursed silver tongue of yours could devour this world, the Heaven, and even the Devildom! Why waste your time with sword?!

Wrath shouted for him to give up on everything and go conquer the world with his mouth instead.

‘Do you think that's possible?’

It is! Absolutely!

Wrath shook his head violently, insisting it was possible.

Your talent in martial arts is at the level of that wallet guy, but your talent for running your mouth is on par with your grandfather!

Wrath glared, saying that the gap between his talent in martial arts and his talent with words was as vast as the difference between Dorian and Glenn

The King of Essence tried to bring you into the Devildom, but it seems he was mistaken!

Wrath’s lips trembled.

You’re someone who would completely devour the entire Devildom! Get lost to the Heaven!

He shook his head, saying that he should be banned from entering the Devildom.

“I think I can trust Wrath now.”

Lust’s bright eyes, unfitting of her authority, saying she'd believe in the promise and wait.

"On that day, the King of Essence planted this flower for you, and I will take it with me."

Raon pointed to the first head of Zieghart’s flower and calmly nodded.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Lust clasped her hands and smiled as if she would wait forever.

“But are those humans your subordinates?”

She frowned as she looked at Rector and the others, who had stopped approaching and were watching from between the trees.

“They are.”

“Hmm…”

Lust scanned not just Runaan and Martha but everyone, narrowing her gaze.

‘As expected of Lust.’

He had thought she might be wary of Runaan and Martha due to their beauty, but her wariness extended to everyone, regardless of age or gender, true to the nature of the Monarch of Lust.

“Wrath.”

Lust smiled brightly like an innocent child.

“I’ll be waiting. And…”

She glanced at Raon, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"I’m fine with whatever appearance you take, but I like this face the most."

Leaving those words, Lust turned into pink smoke and disappeared.

Gasp…

‘Uh…’

Raon swallowed nervously as he looked at Wrath, who was audibly gasping for breath.

'It's, it's okay...'

Hey. Bring me a sword.

‘What? A sword? Why?’

He’ll just end it here! His power is being stolen, he’s burdened with responsibilities that bring no pleasure, and on top of that, he’s ugly—why should he keep living?

Wrath shouted that if no one brought him a sword, he'd bite his tongue and die.

Die! Let everything die! The Devildom, the Heaven—let it all be destroyed!

*   *   *

As Raon was desperately trying to stop Wrath from saying he wanted to die, Rector, Burren, Runaan, Martha, and Dorian walked over. Jarek and Lawrence were also there, seeming concerned about him.

'Did they all come because they were worried about me?'

They had all been down below with Darkan, but seeing Lust coming this way, it seemed they had come all the way here for him.

Raon felt thankful, as he could feel everyone's concern for him.

Then express it!

Wrath ground his teeth.

Stop using that silver tongue of yours just to deceive others! Use it for normal conversation too!

Wrath opened his mouth wide in frustration, urging Raon to do it right now.

‘You’re right.’

Agreeing that he should speak more openly even outside of dangerous situations, Raon turned around.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed sincerely to the approaching group.

"What are you thanking us for?"

Rector shook his head gently.

“You handled everything yourself.”

He exhaled deeply, as if feeling both guilt and gratitude.

“I still don’t understand what happened.”

“Who was that woman just now? She didn’t seem human….”

Jarek and Lawrence frowned, still puzzled.

"Are you physically all right?"

Burren scanned him up and down, shaking his head.

"Strangely enough, he seems to be completely satisfied?"

Dorian widened his eyes, saying that he was in a state where he didn’t need anything at all.

"Hmmmm...."

Runaan furrowed her brows as he glanced at the new bracelet from Lust on Raon’s wrist.

“You’re wearing five bracelets now? Since when did you like accessories so much?”

Martha tilted her head, unable to understand.

"My body is fine."

Raon shook his head, assuring them he was okay.

They all seemed to be waiting for an explanation someday, not asking too many questions. They were truly people he was grateful for.

“And the bracelets… I didn’t get them because I wanted to.”

Saying that, he glanced at Wrath.

Why are you looking at the King of Essence!

'Because you made them like this, saying it was your taste, and now the other Demon Kings have all copied it!’

Now he was stuck wearing five flower bracelets, each different in color and shape. He wasn't some noble lady, even he found it absurd.

If you had just kept your mouth shut, none of this would have happened!

Wrath shouted that Raon was blaming the wrong person, shaking his head.

“Raon, is it over now?”

Rector narrowed his eyes slightly, still not fully relaxed.

“No.”

Raon slowly lowered his gaze. Looking at Darkan, who was lying flat on the ground, he clicked his tongue.

“There’s still one more thing left.”

*   *   *

After Raon and everyone else returned to the Holy Sword Alliance's village, Lust appeared once again before the flower that the first head of Zieghart had planted.

Lust gazed at the red petals with a hazy look in her eyes, as if she were dreaming.

The flower that brings vitality to this land seemed to also give her deep vitality and energy.

“Wrath…”

As Lust bit her lip and reached out toward the flower, a cute sound like something bouncing off the ground echoed, and a squirrel holding an acorn leaped up in front of the flower.

"What are you?"

The squirrel's purple eyes and Lust's light pink eyes met, sparks flying between them.

 

 

 

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