The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 837

 Chapter 837

 

"Move aside!"

Aris cut down the warriors and sorcerers blocking her way and ran toward the red-haired man bound by chains.

"Sif! Sif!"

She broke the chains imbued with sorcery with her bare hands and called out to the red-haired man, "Sif!"

'That person….'

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the red-haired man Aris called Sif.

'So that's Sif.'

The man had long, tangled red hair that hung like a mop, his entire body shriveled like old tree bark, and the wounds etched across him emitted a strong, foul stench of sorcery.

'He suffered terribly.'

Just as the branch leader said, Sif seemed to have undergone brutal sorcery experiments, to the point that his natural aura flow could no longer be felt.

'But still….'

He’s not completely broken.

Perhaps because they needed him for sorcery experiments, they hadn't completely destroyed his energy center and mana circuits.

However, having endured such extreme pain for a long time, it couldn’t exactly be called fortunate.

"Wake up already!"

After breaking the cuffs restraining Sif's hands, Aris grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

"You damned son! Get up already!"

She screamed for him to open his eyes, but Sif didn’t move a muscle.

"Talk."

Raon grabbed the Steelmasters Alliance branch leader by the neck and lifted him into the air.

"Why can’t he wake up?"

"Ughhh..."

The branch leader bit his lips tightly, refusing to answer.

"Do you think you can endure this?"

Raon sneered and tightened his grip on the branch leader's neck.

"Urk!"

The branch leader groaned as if he were about to die. His face turned red, and veins bulged across his forehead.

"H-He’s under a sleeping spell!"

One of the frightened sorcerers, who had been standing back, shouted that it was a sleeping spell.

"Then wake him up."

Raon gestured with his left hand, signaling him to awaken Sif.

"B-because we couldn’t let him wake during transport, the branch leader cast the sleeping spell himself. We can’t undo it."

The sorcerer looked away, claiming only the branch leader could lift the spell.

Thud!

Raon turned the branch leader upside down and slammed him into the ground.

"Gah! Hrrrk!"

The branch leader clutched his neck, which bore Raon’s handprints, and coughed up blood.

"Wake him. If you try anything funny, I’ll make sure you can’t die even if you want to."

Raon lowered his chin, wrath flickering in his eyes.

You won’t do it yourself?

‘I’m still unskilled.’

Although he could break the sorcery itself, he wasn’t skilled enough to do it without using excessive force.

Since Sif’s body and mind were already damaged, he didn’t want to risk hurting him further.

"Ugh…."

The branch leader trembled uncontrollably under Raon's pressure and crawled on his knees to Sif.

"Aunt, please step back for a moment."

"……."

Aris turned back, still holding Sif’s hand. Her glare was cold and murderous, as if she was ready to kill the branch leader on the spot. Though mentally and physically exhausted, she exuded an icy killing intent toward him.

"P-please wait!"

The branch leader shook his head, sweat dripping down the wrinkles on his forehead.

"Un-unless you promise to let me live, I absolutely won’t wake him up!"

He rolled his eyes, pleading for his life.

"If you wake him without any trouble, I won’t kill you. I swear on my name."

Raon nodded solemnly, his gaze steady.

"F-Fine…."

After a moment of hesitation, the branch leader placed his hand on Sif's chest.

Red sorcerous energy spread from his palm, and the sorcery lingering in Sif’s body gradually dissipated.

"Whew…."

The branch leader absorbed the remaining sorcery in Sif's body and stepped back.

"He should be able to wake up now."

He nodded, saying Sif would wake soon.

"Now let me go…."

"Vice division leader!"

Without even glancing at the branch leader, Raon called out to Rimmer.

Crash!

Rimmer broke down the steel door and tilted his head as he entered.

"What now? Did something else happen?"

"No, just restrain this guy."

Raon pointed at the branch leader.

"Huh…?"

The branch leader’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Raon.

"W-what are you saying?! You promised to let me go!"

"I wanted to let you go, but our vice  division leader doesn’t."

"What nonsense is this!"                                           

"I’m keeping my promise by not doing anything to you. Don’t complain."

Raon waved his hand with a smirk.

"You damned swindler… Gah!"

Just as the branch leader gritted his teeth to curse, Rimmer struck the back of his neck, rendering him unconscious.

Tsk tsk. Trusting this guy is like trusting the celestial.

Wrath clicked his tongue, shaking his head as if he had expected this.

"I don’t know what’s going on, but it looks like you tricked someone again."

Rimmer smirked at Raon.

"It’s not trickery. It’s a righteous lie."

Raon shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, this time, it seems like that."

Rimmer nodded gravely as he examined Sif’s condition.

"Shouldn’t we just kill him?"

He looked at the branch leader as if he wanted to kill him right now, raising killing intent along his blade.

"There are still many questions to ask."

They needed to learn the location of the Steelmasters Alliance's headquarters, their objective, and how to heal Sif—all needed to be answered by the branch leader, so now wasn’t the time to kill him.

"Then I’ll take care of things here."

Rimmer sighed briefly and approached the cornered sorcerers and warriors.

"Aunt. Please try to wake him now. The sorcery is gone, so he should be able to get up."

Raon stepped back, gesturing toward Sif.

"Ugh…."

Aris bit her lip instead of immediately trying to wake Sif.

"Aunt?"

"I…."

She let out a deep sigh, her gaze fixed on the ground.

"I’m scared."

"Scared?"

Raon widened his eyes, staring at Aris.

"Yeah. I’m scared he won’t wake up again, and I’m afraid he’ll resent me for finding him too late."

Aris sobbed as she ran her hands over the scars covering Sif's entire body.

"Aunt…."

This is the first time I've seen Aris so vulnerable. Even someone as always straightforward and bold as the sea seemed to crumble when it came to matters concerning her child.

"But you still have to wake him up."

Having subdued the sorcerers and warriors, Rimmer spoke up, nodding his chin.

"Whether he resents you or thanks you, he’s still your son."

"The vice division leader is right."

Raon took Aris’ hand and nodded.

"He won’t resent you for being late. He’ll probably thank you for saving him. If he resents you, I’ll smack him myself."

Telling her not to worry, Raon smiled at Aris.

"Hah…."

Aris let out a small laugh and nodded.

"Getting comforted by my nephew… I guess I really have grown weak. Alright, I’ll try."

She wiped away her tears and transferred her aura to Sif.

Woooong!

A blue light, like the ocean, spread out in all directions, and Sif’s shoulders trembled faintly.

"Ugh…."

With a pained groan, Sif’s eyelids fluttered open. His red Zieghart eyes faintly glimmered.

"Sif!"

Aris cried out his name, her voice filled with emotion.

"Mother? How… how did mother get here…?"

Sif, breathing heavily, looked at Aris with disbelief.

"You damned foolish son!"

Aris clenched her teeth and hugged Sif tightly.

"Why were you stuck in a place like this, in such a terrible state!"

She shouted in anguish and hugged Sif even tighter.

"Ah…"

Sif, seemingly grasping the situation as he looked at the fallen branch leader and sorcerers, trembled his blood-crusted lips.

"So, mother has saved me."

He nodded with tightly shut eyes, his emotions clearly stirred.

"Thank you. And… I’m sorry."

Sif raised his right hand to gently stroke Aris’ back. Although his fingers were shaking, drained of strength, that hand brought Aris more comfort than anything else at that moment.

Raon took a step back and silently watched the embrace between Aris and Sif.

In his previous life, he wouldn’t have understood why they were crying instead of rejoicing, but now he felt like he could understand the colors of their emotions.

'I think I’ve changed a little too.'

Hmm….

'It’s true.'

Hmmm….

*   *   *

"Haah…"

Sif exhaled a heavy breath after drinking water Dorian had given him.

"Don’t drink it! Spit it out first! If you suddenly drink water, it’ll ruin your stomach!"

Aris, who seemed calmer after a good cry, immediately started scolding Sif.

"Ha…"

Sif let out a faint laugh as he set the water bottle down.

"Before, I got tired of your nagging, but now, I’m happy to hear it."

He spoke in a voice that cut off intermittently, as if he was not used to speaking at length, and smiled thinly.

"Ah, sorry."

Aris scratched the back of her head and shook her head.

"We just met you, and I’m already nagging. What’s wrong with me?"

She apologized, scrunching her nose.

"No, it’s alright."

Sif gave her a gentle smile.

"I missed your voice, even in my dreams. You can nag me all you want."

He waved his hand, saying he was happy to hear her voice again.

"Are you really my son? You weren’t like this before."

Aris chuckled faintly as she looked at Sif.

"Back then, I was going through a rebellious phase. And I’ve been stuck here for over two years, so I’m not in my right mind."

Sif brushed back his disheveled hair, saying he didn’t even know his own personality anymore.

"Anyway, right now, I’m just glad to see everyone, and I’m happy."

He said he was happy to have regained his freedom, smacking his lips.

However, a chilling murderous intent flickered in his gaze. It seemed that rage and hatred toward the Steelmasters Alliance were surging within him.

"Revenge can wait. Focus on recovery first."

Aris, sensing his killing intent, gripped his hand firmly.

"You’re right. I’ll recover quickly and then…"

Sif ground his teeth, glaring at the sorcerers.

"I’ll erase the Steelmasters Alliance completely."

He exhaled a breath tainted with the scent of blood, vowing to wipe out the remnants of the Steelmasters Alliance hidden in the shadows.

Ugh….

Wrath groaned as he looked at Sif.

'What’s with the groaning? Are you a dog?'

That guy… the King of Essence feels like he has seen him somewhere before, but he can’t remember.

'Older brother Sif?'

Yes. But maybe not. His condition is far from normal, and the sorcerous energy embedded in his body is too strong—it’s confusing.

'So you’re saying you’re not sure?'

Maybe he’s mistaken. Forget about it.

Wrath said he must have been mistaken and turned away.

"Can I call you brother Sif?"

Martha approached Sif and lowered her gaze. Addressing him as "brother Sif" so boldly—her confidence rivaled even Aris’.

"Sure. You’re Martha, right?"

Sif nodded, saying it was nice to meet her.

"How could someone like you, a Grandmaster, get caught by these people?"

Martha blinked in confusion, unable to understand.

"Martha!"

"It’s fine. It’s better to explain that first."

After wetting his throat with water, Sif turned to face everyone.

"I was so thirsty for adventure after spending so much time training under mother’s watch that I left as soon as I got her permission. I wanted to see ruins and dungeons I’d only read about in books."

A faint smile appeared on his face as he reminisced.

"As soon as I got permission, I explored ruins, dungeons, and legends across the continent. Even now, I don’t regret those times."

"So that’s why there was no news from you."

Aris nodded as if finally understanding.

"Yes. I wandered through remote and secluded places. Thanks to the training mother forced on me, I was able to explore without much trouble. For that, I’m grateful."

'I get that.'

Raon nodded at Sif. He could relate, having wanted nothing more than to live peacefully after leaving his life as an assassin in his previous life.

"I heard there was a dungeon here where time flows differently and thought there must be some hidden secret. But…"

Sif clenched his fist weakly and struck the ground.

"This was the Steelmasters Alliance’s den. Even though they were strong, I could have escaped, but the guide who led me here turned out to be one of their sorcerers who ambushed me from behind."

He pointed to the wound on his abdomen and bit his lip.

"Hearing the screams of others was harder to bear than my own pain. This place was hell, where they sacrificed people to amplify their sorcery."

Sif lowered his head, covering his face with his hands, as he described the horrors he had endured.

"Older brother Sif…"

"Ugh…"

Burren and Dorian clenched their lips tightly, as if empathizing with Sif’s sadness and anger.

"But there is something valuable I learned from all of this."

Sif looked at Aris and nodded slightly.

"Something you learned?"

"Yes, about the blood of our family."

"Our blood? What do you mean?"

Raon took a step closer to Sif.

"It’s… cough!"

As Sif began to speak, he coughed up black blood. It seemed as though the shock that had built up in his body had exploded.

"Sif!"

Aris screamed as she held onto him.

"I-it’s fine."

Sif raised a trembling hand.

"The sorcery from the Steelmasters Alliance has penetrated to my bones, so this happens often."

He shook his head, saying he could endure it.

"For now, let’s leave this place."

Raon frowned at the dungeon floor, still thick with sorcerous energy.

"This place is bad for older brother Sif. Getting out of this dungeon should be our priority."

"Right, that’s the best plan."

Aris nodded and supported Sif.

"Light Wind division, take the hostages outside along with the restrained sorcerers."

Raon gave orders to the team leaders as he carried the unconscious branch leader over his shoulder.

"Understood."

"I’ll bring these sorcerer bastards. I’ll punch them along the way!"

"Leave it to us."

Burren, Martha, and Runaan immediately left to pass on the instructions to their team members who were calming down the hostages outside.

"I just need to take care of these guys, right?"

Rimmer led the remaining sorcerers and warriors of the Steelmasters Alliance out of the room.

"Dorian, gather all the sorcery equipment and documents here and come out last."

"Yes, sir!"

After giving Dorian his final instructions, Raon exited through the blood-soaked cavern they had entered.

‘I really can’t get used to this place.’

The overwhelming stench of blood made his head spin.

If his swordsmanship hadn’t advanced, even controlling his Dancing Sword would’ve been difficult here.

'Later, I’ll have to come back and destroy this place.'

Burning away the negative energy remaining here wouldn’t be easy.

He thought it might be best to return alone and destroy the place completely after everyone had left.

As Raon silently offered a prayer for the dead, he heard commotion behind him.

"Goodness, you’re so skinny!"

Aris sighed heavily as she supported Sif.

"Why are you so light?!"

"I’m sorry…"

Sif, looking embarrassed, couldn’t even lift his head.

"Sorry, my foot! Shut up! Once we return home, you’ll eat whatever I give you, understand?"

Returning to her usual self, Aris let loose a torrent of curses as she scolded Sif.

‘It looks nice.’

Raon thought that he and Sylvia must look like that to others as well, and a natural smile spread across his face.

‘If it’s Sir Ragged Saint, he should be able to heal him without difficulty.’

As he was thinking that he should ask Federick as soon as they returned to Zieghart…

Puuuuuk!

A chilling sound of a blade piercing through flesh came from behind.

“Uh….”

Raon clenched his teeth together and turned his head.

Crackle!

A pitch-black sword had pierced through Aris’ chest, and behind her, Sif was smiling with his mouth twisted into a grotesque grin.

“Thank you, mother.” 

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