The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 830

Chapter 830

 

Y-you’ll play with her? What nonsense is this!

Wrath suddenly popped out, raising his tail high.

That soul is completely consumed by malice! It's burning with the will to kill all humans—no, every living creature!

He clenched his fist, insisting that brute force was the only way to subdue it.

'Looks like you didn't see it.'

Raon clicked his tongue briefly as he looked at the girl, now enormous.

If Wrath had witnessed the life that girl endured, he wouldn’t have suggested subduing her with force.

It seemed that Wrath had arrived late and missed what Raon had seen.

Wh-What are you saying…?

‘I’ll explain later.’

Raon exhaled softly as he walked toward the girl.

‘But for now, it’s time to play with her.’

He made a silver flower bloom above his palm. Pieces of frost scattered, erasing the black flames falling from the girl.

Goooooo!

The girl’s somber gaze fell upon Raon.

"Let’s play a game of tag. If you catch me, I’ll let you leave this place and take over my body."

He tilted his head slightly toward the girl, who burned with flames of despair.

You insane bastard!

Wrath’s eyes bulged as he leapt into the air.

Have you lost your mind?! Handing over your body! Your body belongs to the King of Essence!

He grabbed Raon by the collar, shouting that Raon must be truly mad.

‘It’ll be fine, don’t worry.’

Raon shook his head with a faint smile.

‘Probably.’

Probably?! PROBABLY?!

Wrath exhaled sharply in exasperation.

This is a mental world! Any promise made here will absolutely be fulfilled unless the other side rejects it!

‘I know.’

Raon knew better than anyone about the promises made in the mental world. He was fully aware of everything and still proposed the wager.

If you know that, then why?! Even though your soul is strong, that malice has gone beyond any normal level!

Wrath furrowed his brow, saying he could feel deep and intense anger and despair.

'You're probably right.'

Raon nodded calmly.

'It's likely as deep as mine. Maybe even deeper.'

The life of that nameless girl was as miserable as his previous life.

After experiencing all that, it would be strange for her soul to remain normal.

"But that size is cheating. Return to your original appearance."

Raon gestured at the girl with a flick of his finger.

Goooooo!

The girl stared at herself for a moment before giving a small nod.

Her towering form began to shrink, returning to the height of an early teenager, just as Raon had seen in the memories.

Though her body still burned with black flames of resentment, this much was enough for now.

“From now on, it begins. If you catch me, I’ll grant whatever you wish.”

Raon extended his hand slowly.

"......"

The girl, however, responded by releasing even denser flames of malice, as if to say she needed none of that.

"Then let’s begin."

Raon lightly pushed off the ground, retreating, and the girl chased after him like a shadow.

Her speed was terrifying —despair and resentment fueled her movements.

"You’re fast, but..."

Raon twisted his ankle effortlessly, dodging to the right.

Thooom!

Unable to handle her own speed, the girl shot straight ahead and only stopped far off in the distance.

Huff... Huff...

The girl spewed black embers from her mouth and rushed at him again. Her speed increased, but that was all.

Tung!

By stepping diagonally, Raon easily evaded her again.

What’s with this?

Wrath furrowed his brows in disbelief.

She’s not utilizing that enormous power at all!

‘I told you not to worry, didn’t I?’

Raon chuckled, watching the girl charge like a raging bull.

‘She’s just a normal kid. All she wants is to play.’

That doesn't seem to be the case...

Wrath shook his head, looking at the girl burning malice.

"You’ll never catch me like that."

Raon waved his finger at the girl, smiling.

"Watch my movements closely. If you can mimic them, give it a try."

He demonstrated the footwork he had just used.

Kwaaaang!

The girl stared at her feet for a long moment before charging again, raising dark flames across the ground.

"Let’s see...."

Raon twisted his ankle as before, dodging to the right.

Thud!

This time, the girl rotated her ankle mid-charge, following his movement.

"That’s it!"

Raon clapped his hands, impressed by her footwork.

"Now that you have enough speed, try to get into a position where you can move anywhere by lifting your heels like me. This is the basics."

"......"

The girl stubbornly charged forward, ignoring his advice.

But eventually, realizing she couldn't catch him, she recalled his words and began following his footwork.

"Good!"

Raon nodded enthusiastically.

"Now, let's use not just the ankles, but also the legs."

He explained how to utilize the calves and thighs.

"Ugh...."

The girl groaned for the first time, attempting to follow his instructions.

She seemed to understand she had to learn if she wanted to catch him.

The girl still retained the talent she once displayed in the memories. Before long, she was perfectly replicating his footwork.

Paaaang!

The girl surged forward like a black lightning bolt. Her movements, now fluid, were no longer simple to evade.

Pang!

Just as her hand neared his abdomen, Raon drew a circle with the back of his hand, deflecting her attack.

"You can’t just touch me—you have to grab me."

He beckoned her with his finger, inviting her to try again.

"Ugh..."

The girl trembled with frustration before launching herself at him once more. She attacked from all sides as if using a cloning technique, but Raon casually brushed aside her attempts with only his right hand.

"Now that you’ve learned lower-body movement, let’s work on the upper body."

Raon smiled as he demonstrated swordsmanship with his hands.

"......"

The girl seemed intrigued, stopping in place to mimic his gestures.

Though faint, the principle of swordsmanship began to show in her hand movements.

"You don’t always need to be fast. Go slowly and get it right. That’s the proper way."

Raon gave her more precise guidance, showing her better stances and movements.

"Ugh..."

Though the girl groaned in difficulty, after a few attempts, she managed to replicate his movements perfectly.

Thud!

With newfound confidence, the girl lunged to her left, stretching out her hand.

Smack!

Raon struck her hand aside with the flow of the Fangs of Insanity and nodded.

"Good movement!"

Hoping she would continue, he now demonstrated the flow of the Blizzard Sword Art.

"Ahh...."

The girl responded, incorporating the Fangs of Insanity into her right hand and the Blizzard Sword Art into her left as she charged at him.

A talent that grasped tenfold from being taught one. She reminded him of Burren, Runaan, and Martha.

"...Too fast."

For the first time, words slipped from the girl’s blackened lips. She voiced her frustration at being unable to catch him.

‘Seems like things are going well.’

Expressing something other than anger or despair meant her soul wasn’t entirely consumed by darkness.

"I’m not fast."

Raon stood before her, shaking his hand.

"And you’re not slow."

He tilted his head, explaining that it wasn’t a matter of speed.

"You have to predict my movements to catch me. Use your strength efficiently."

Raon taught the girl how to manipulate her energy more delicately and move with fluidity in her footwork.

“Hmm…”

The girl even imitated the slight nod he made, taking in all his instruction. Bit by bit, a gentle fluidity began to color her movements. She seemed to be gaining interest in this game.

He hit her in the head too many times earlier...

Wrath shook his head as he looked at Raon and the girl.

Has he actually gone crazy?

*   *   *

“It’s all pointless if you can’t land a hit! A bit more precision!”

Raon offered her advice, like a father teaching his child.

"Hey! You won't catch me with just that much!"

He teased the girl like a friend, drawing her interest further.

"Yes! That’s it! Perfect!"

And when she did well, he sincerely praised her, allowing her to experience something she had never felt before.

Everything was a new experience for the girl.

“Hehe!”

From within the malicious black flames came the sound of the girl laughing. It was a small laugh, but it was definitely filled with excitement.

"You're looking confident! Let’s keep going!"

Raon retreated with a playful grin, beckoning her to chase him.

"Okay…"

The girl nodded and pursued him to the left. This time, she wasn’t fooled by his feints and accurately tracking his movements.

Even though this was the mental world, her talent was astounding.

Whoosh!

As the girl closed the distance, Raon twisted his ankle and waist, deflecting her grasp.

Whoosh!

As if anticipating his move, the girl adjusted her pace slightly, keeping up with him.

"This is no longer a game, huh?"

“Heh…”

As the endless game of tag continued, the blackened world around them cracked open, and a pale green breeze swept in.

Whoooosh!

The clear breeze swirled around the girl like a dance partner, quelling the black flames that had engulfed her.

A delicate ankle, too slender for a swordsman, overcame the darkness. Calloused hands pushed away the flames, and shoulders, shorter than any sword, vanquished despair.

Finally, the darkness above her neck melted away, revealing the girl's face.

The pink-haired girl with round eyes was smiling brightly, as if she were having fun.

That tiny thing child… was engulfed by that enormous malice?

Wrath exhaled in disbelief.

Whoosh!

The girl, now wearing a bright smile, lunged at Raon. Her movements embodied everything he had taught her.

"Well done."

Raon stopped running. He stood still and accepted her outstretched hand.

You crazy bastard! What are you doing?!

‘It’s fine.’

Fine?! Do you realize what you— Huh?

Wrath’s eyes widened as he realized nothing was happening.

What is this…?

Wrath blinked, bewildered.

‘You said it yourself. Promises in this world are absolute unless the other side chooses to reject them.’

So that means…

‘She didn’t wish for it. All she wanted was to play.’

Raon sighed deeply and gently patted the girl’s head.

"Hehe."

The girl couldn’t hide her joy and laughed brightly.

"Did you have fun?"

Raon crouched slightly, meeting her eyes.

"Mm."

The girl smiled as if she were happy, without the slightest trace of hesitation. The malice that had once surrounded her was no longer visible.

It seemed their game of tag had awakened a small happiness inside her.

“What’s your name?”

Raon carefully reached out his hand like the first girl she had seen in her memories.

"…"

The girl bit her lip, unable to take his hand, likely recalling her father, who had rejected her outstretched hand.

"It’s okay now. From here on, only happiness awaits you."

Raon lowered himself further, shaking his head softly.

"Your name?"

"Ravera."

The girl spoke her name and finally held his hand.

"My name is Raon."

Raon clasped her hands tightly, nodding.

"I’ll introduce you to someone who’ll be an even better friend than me. You’ll get along well, I promise."

"Okay."

As if Ravera’s name and the act of holding her hand were keys, the world of darkness started to crumble.

Crackle!

The hellish despair split apart, and the warm light Ravera had longed for descended upon her mental world.

Whooosh.

The darkness scattered like it had lost its purpose, gathering only at Raon’s feet.

"I’ll be waiting."

Ravera smiled and ran into the brightened world. The black malice that had consumed her was nowhere to be seen.

“If it’s you…”

Raon watched Ravera’s back, as if she had returned to her true age, and smiled softly.

“I’m sure you can become a wonderful friend.”

He closed his eyes as he spoke.

T-the King of Essence thinks she’s a bit young to be a friend. W-Well, let’s hear her story first…

Wrath cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

‘It’s not you…’

*   *   *

When he opened his eyes again, he was still standing at the shoreline, with Aris and the Light Wind swordsmen scattered around, guarding the surroundings.

"Raon!"

Aris swallowed hard and approached him.

"What happened?!"

"You stood like that for an hour without moving."

Rimmer tilted his head, puzzled.

"Did you have another enlightenment or something?"

Burren gestured at him, demanding an explanation.

"If it’s him, it’s possible. I’ve heard he once entered a trance while taking a dump."

Martha wrinkled her nose, insisting it must be true.

“I don’t think so…”

Runan blinked, sensing a different reason.

"I didn’t gain any enlightenment, but…"

Raon held up the small soul stone in his hand for everyone to see.

"I found the soul stone."

"Huh…?"

“For real?”

Aris and Rimmer’s eyes widened at the sight of the tiny soul stone.

"Yes."

Raon nodded and beckoned them to move from the seawater.

"I’ll explain everything once we’re out of here."

Hurry and explain already! The King of Essence is dying of curiosity!

Wrath wagged his tail impatiently.

"When I touched this stone…"

Raon sat by the shore and recounted the events in Ravera’s mental world.

So that’s why you said you’d play with her.

Wrath let out a long sigh, finally understanding.

You did well. The King of Essence almost made a big mistake.

He furrowed his brow, saying he couldn’t perceive it accurately because his energy was lacking.

"This sort of thing has happened before."

Aris bit her lip as if she felt sorry.

"It was even worse back then. There was so much human trafficking when our territory was smaller."

Rimmer shook his head, saying things had improved now.

"So, what happens to this girl named Ravera?"

Runaan, who rarely spoke up, stepped forward. It seemed she strongly empathized with Ravera’s story.

"As far as I know…"

"She’ll be with the young lady from now on!"

Merlin popped out from the Light Wind swordsmen, grinning.

"Merlin?"

Rimmer widened his eyes as if wondering how Merlin had gotten here.

“Where the needle goes, the thread follows.”

Merlin shrugged her shoulders, as if saying, “Ask what you need to ask.”

"Hmm…"

Raon looked back. Sensing a faint, almost imperceptible authority of Lust that only he could detect, it seemed that Lust was nearby.

“So, that soul stone’s child will stay with Sia?”

Aris narrowed her eyes as she looked at Merlin.

“Yes, Aunt-in-law.”

Merlin nodded at her.

“Au… Aunt-in-law? What does that even mean…?”

“Normally, just seeing the mental world is enough to obtain a soul stone, but that child went through a lot of pain and became an evil soul that despises humans.”

Ignoring Aris’s confusion, Merlin continued speaking.

“However, Raon played with the child and gave her a requiem. A requiem is the act of soothing a soul. Normally, the soul would leave after giving its power to the soul stone, but this one has stayed here. She’ll be a great help for the young lady.”

Merlin clapped her hands, saying it was truly a wonderful thing.

‘Just as I thought.’

Raon clicked his tongue as he looked at the soul stone. It seemed that, much like Wrath stuck to his side, Sia would now have Ravera with her.

‘It’s not a bad thing.’

Ravera had returned to her original appearance and she was a kind-hearted child whose only wish was to play with friends. She would likely share good times with Sia.

Like the King of Essence?! Absolutely not!

Wrath shouted out loud.

The King of Essence is a monarch of devildom! There’s no way that little girl could compare to the King of Essence!

He shook his head furiously, absolutely rejecting the idea.

‘That’s not what I meant. I was saying they’ll be good friends.’

Raon waved his hand dismissively.

Ah, s-so that’s what you meant.

Wrath’s face flushed as if he were embarrassed.

Well, if that’s the case, he can somewhat understand. Though only a little, the King of Essence might even consider you a f—

It was at that moment, while he was shifting his gaze and speaking.

[You have achieved an impossible feat with a clever approach.]
[You have defeated a Transcender.]
[You have offered requiem to an unfortunate soul.]
[All stats incr…]

All the rewards relating to defeating the Second Apostle and obtaining the soul stone came flooding in at once.

Not a friend.

‘Huh?’

Not a friend!

Wrath couldn’t hold back and grabbed Raon by the collar.

You filthy thief!

‘W-What?! I didn’t steal anything!’

You. The one who handles stolen goods is worse!

'It’s not even that…'

Just shut up!

 

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