The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 836

 Chapter 836

 

"Raon. How did you…."

Aris looked at Raon with trembling eyes as if she couldn't understand the situation.

Burn… burn the sorcery itself…?

Wrath also opened his round mouth wide as if in shock.

"I have interpreted the sorcery."

Raon sheathed the Blade of Requiem and smiled faintly.

"I-Interpreted? You interpreted the sorcery?"

"Yes. The sorceries we saw after entering this dungeon varied, but the principle was the same."

He squeezed his finger to drop another bead of blood. Strengthening the flames that burned the sorcery, he looked at Aris.

"Blood and steel. They use the concept of death and the weapons that bring death to amplify the power of sorcery."

Certainly blood and iron also have positive concepts, but the sorcerers of the Steelmasters Alliance thoroughly exploited only the negative energies to strengthen their sorcery.

It was practically a curse filled with malice itself.

"Knowing the principle and interpreting the sorcery are different things."

Aris shook her head, acknowledging her own limitations in interpreting sorcery.

"Yes, so..."

Raon nodded calmly.

"I dismantled and analyzed all the sorcery in the floors we passed through."

Thanks to carefully examining every sorcery he had encountered, he became familiar with the flow of the Steelmasters Alliance's sorcery.

Though he couldn’t cast sorcery himself, he could dismantle it as much as he wanted.

"Heh…."

Aris blinked blankly as if she couldn’t believe what she had heard.

"So, all the time you spent staring at the ground was for understanding the flow of sorcery."

Rimmer chuckled as if he had just realized it.

"I knew you'd surprise me, but I didn't think it would be to this extent."

He clicked his tongue in disbelief.

"It’s not such a great thing. Thanks to aunt quickly breaking through the dungeon’s traps, I had plenty of time to examine the sorcery."

Raon nodded, saying it was all thanks to Aris.

"...It is indeed amazing. Even if I had the time, I couldn’t interpret sorcery like that."

Aris exhaled heavily as she looked at Raon.

‘This child is the real deal.’

She had known Raon possessed an innate talent for swordsmanship.

But interpreting and erasing sorcery, which he had never seen before, was entirely different from martial talent.

She was so astonished by Raon’s monstrous ability that she was at a loss for words.

"Aunt looks really shocked. That’s just how he is."

Martha shrugged as if it was nothing unusual.

"You’ll get used to it soon."

Burren nodded with a calm expression.

"No matter how much I think about it, it doesn't make sense! Interpreting sorcery you just saw in this dungeon? Even my father couldn’t do that!"

Aris shook her head violently, still unable to believe it.

"Aunt."

Runaan approached Aris and wiped the blood from her hand.

"Handsome Raon can do anything."

She nodded, telling Aris to just accept it.

"You claim to know your nephew well, but you clearly don’t."

Rimmer wagged his finger at Aris, teasing her.

"Your nephew always keeps his word."

"His word?"

"He said he’d finish it faster than destroying it with your sword field, didn’t he?"

As he said that, he pointed to the ground where all the sorcery had burned away.

The once thickly concentrated sorcerous energy had all vanished, leaving the ground so fragile that even a simple punch could break it.

"Ah…."

"Let’s save this conversation for later. First, get ready to go down."

Raon pulled his clenched fist back over his shoulder.

"We need to catch them before they escape."

Focusing his aura into his clenched fist, he struck the ground.

Kuwaaaaang!

Even with far less energy than Aris’s space slash, the floor collapsed, revealing a dark hole leading downward.

It was possible because all the sorcery blocking the path had been burned away.

"H-here it is! Those sorcerer bastards went through this hole!"

Paras pointed at the black, shimmering pathway and waved both fists.

"It got a bit smaller, but it’s definitely a passage leading down!"

He stomped his feet, urging everyone to move before the path closed.

"Alright. Then…."

"Now I will go first."

As Aris moved toward the black path, Raon stepped in front of her.

"Ra-Raon?"

"You said you trust me."

Raon gave Aris a small smile and went down the black path first.

"Leave it to him."

Rimmer smirked as he stood beside Aris.

"That kid probably has a lot to thank you for, so he wants to help you."

He waved his hand, saying to leave it to her genius nephew.

"Aunt, we’ll clear the way. Take your time!"

"We’ll clean up everything."

"Yes. Take your time."

Martha, Burren, Runaan, and the swordsmen of the Light Wind followed Raon, telling Aris to trust them.

"Hahah…."

Aris glanced at the bandage Runaan had wrapped around her hand and let out a faint laugh.

"Was I too emotional? Enough for the kids to notice?"

"You were like a wild boar."

Rimmer nodded, looking at Aris.

"You even teared up. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you cry out so desperately, my Lady."

He chuckled softly as he wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"My lady…."

Aris let out a long sigh as she looked at Rimmer.

"It’s been a while since I heard someone call me that. No, I haven’t heard that title at all lately."

She looked down, saying she missed it.

"Now that I think about it, raising a child really is exhausting in many ways. My father must’ve had a lot on his mind too."

She clicked her tongue, saying she finally understood.

"Understanding is enough."

Rimmer tapped Aris’ arm with his elbow.

"I should visit my father with that damn son of mine. Maybe we’ll have a meal together for the first time in a while."

Straightening her back, Aris said she would visit Glenn with Siff.

"But first, I’ll see how much my nephews and nieces have grown."

She went down the black passage with a gaze that had regained composure.

"I suppose I can’t call him a little king anymore."

Rimmer recalled Raon’s reliable-looking back, smiled in satisfaction, and finally went down the black passage as well.

*   *   *

Because Aris had crushed the ground earlier, they didn’t have to descend far before they reached a floor made of steel.

‘Paras was right.’

It was the moment Raon, thinking it was fascinating, stepped onto the steel path. "They’ve come!"

"Shoot them!"

With a roar as if their throats were being torn, brown flames and blue lightning flew toward them.

Because the sound and shockwave were so great, it seemed the Steelmasters Alliance’s sorcerers had been waiting in ambush.

Shiiing!

Raon stepped forward with his left foot and drew Heavenly Drive. Holding the sword firmly, he created an unbreakable shield.

Raon Zieghart Style Swordplay.

Fifth Form: White Shadow Slash.

With a shimmering white blade, he erased all the spells rushing toward him.

Whoosh!

As the melted spell dissipated like mist, the Steelmasters Alliance’s remnants—warriors clad in steel armor and sorcerers—came into view.

'As I heard, this is indeed a strange place.'

The ceiling, walls, and floor were entirely made of steel, and the thick smell of sorcery lingered.

The scattered furniture and documents suggested they had been preparing to leave in a hurry.

However, contrary to Paras’s testimony, no trace of imprisoned people could be felt in the vicinity.

They had likely been killed or moved elsewhere.

"Stop them, even if it costs your lives!"

At the cry of a middle-aged man, likely a high-ranking sorcerer, the warriors of the Steelmasters Alliance stomped the ground in unison.

It seemed they intended to block the path and buy time, even at the cost of their lives.

"A fight as soon as we arrive?"

"Perfect timing."

"This spot is ours—"

Just as Raon was about to bring down Heavenly Drive, Martha, Burren, and Runaan jumped out and drew their swords.

As the sword was drawn, sharp sword strikes extended. The astral energy imbued with wind, earth, and frost severed all the Steelmasters Alliance warriors rushing forward.

"Ughhh!"

"Argh!"

The warriors clutched their throats, spraying blood, and collapsed where they stood.

"Uh…."

"D-damn it!"

The sorcerers staggered backward with terrified expressions, they were completely different from the warriors, who did not falter even as they died.

"Charge!"

At Martha's cry, the Light Wind swordsmen descending from above joined in, driving the sorcerers and warriors into a corner.

'They all seem exhausted.'

It seemed the sorcerers had poured all their energy into controlling the dungeon’s traps and blocking the path, leaving them powerless and easily slaughtered, like cutting down scarecrows.

"Hold the line! Endure until the very end!"

The high-ranking sorcerer, seemingly aware that the outcome was already decided, threw his subordinates into the fray and began retreating himself.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Raon blocked the high-ranking sorcerer's path, shaking his head slightly.

"Ahhh…."

The high-ranking sorcerer, trembling in fear, collapsed on the spot, his lips quivering.

'As expected, they’re different.'

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the pale-faced sorcerer. Unlike the warriors, the sorcerers' willpower was as fragile as pudding

"Are you the leader here?"

"Uh…."

"You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. There are plenty of others who can."

Raon pointed Heavenly Drive at the sorcerer's throat, warning him that he would kill him if he remained silent.

"N-no, I’m not!"

The high-ranking sorcerer shook his head, claiming he wasn’t the leader.

"Where are the people who were imprisoned here?"

“…Th-They were dragged over there.”

He pointed to a large steel door attached to the hallway.

'Fortunately, it seems they haven’t killed them yet.'

Usually, organizations marked as enemies of the continent killed their hostages when fleeing, but it appeared they hadn’t managed to do that yet.

"By any chance, among the hostages…."

Just as Raon was about to ask the high-ranking sorcerer about Sif—

Rumble!

The steel door at the far end burst open, and sorcerers and warriors poured out.

"You made it this far!"

“Stop them, even if it costs your life! Do not let them pass!”

"Activate the Spirit Transformation Armor!!"

At the command to activate the Spirit Transformation Armor, warriors in silver armor stepped forward, and the sorcerers behind them began chanting strange spells.

Kukukukukuku!

Strangely, it wasn’t the sorcerers, but the warriors whose energy suddenly surged, and energy waves nearly equivalent to those of a Master began to radiate.

"Light Wind."

Raon decapitated the high-ranking sorcerer and gestured with his chin.

"Take care of them."

"Yes!"

The Light Wind swordsmen responded firmly and advanced toward the warriors. They pushed back the negative energy waves created by the sorcerers with the wind of the Light Wind Flow, raising a blue astral energy

Kugugugu!

The Steelmasters Alliance warriors, as if unwilling to yield, also released even stronger sorcerous energy and charged forward.

Kwaaaaang!

The outcome between the Light Wind division and the Steelmaster Alliance warriors was decided in their very first clash.

"Uuukkh…."

"Aaargh!"

The warriors of the Steelmasters Alliance, who had enhanced their bodies and auras with sorcery, charged in numbers more than double, yet they couldn’t overcome the unity of the Light Wind division and collapsed, coughing up blood.

"Is this all you’ve got? Come on, bring more! This is too easy!"

Martha swung her sword mercilessly, mocking the warriors to give it their all.

“They seem weakened after using their energy to block the path.”

Burren coolly assessed the situation, cutting down the sorcerers' necks with precision.

“You can’t escape.”

Runaan froze the ankles of the sorcerers who were fleeing in fear and shook her head.

"Haha…."

Aris let out a dry laugh as she watched the Light Wind swordsmen utterly crush the Steelmasters Alliance.

"Didn’t I tell you? You just have to trust them."

Rimmer shrugged his shoulders, saying, 'See?'

“Ugh…”

Parras looked around nervously, exhaling heavily.

"I... I’m sure I heard the sound of people breathing nearby before, but now there’s no one here."

He shook his head, saying it seems all the hostages have disappeared.

“They’re inside there.”

Raon pointed to the door from which the warriors and sorcerers had emerged.

"Aunt! Go!"

"We’ll take care of things here."

Martha and Burren gestured for her to proceed, telling her to trust them.

"So they say."

Raon smiled faintly, took Aris’ hand, and walked down the steel path to open the innermost door.

Creeeak!

A chilling sound like a child screaming rang out, and a cavern filled with black mist was revealed

It was a place so high that even if one sprinted at full speed it would be hard to reach the ceiling, and all the walls were painted a bright red.

‘Don’t tell me….’

Indeed.

Wrath scanned the entire cavern and nodded heavily.

It’s all human blood. The filthy and vicious sorcery power must have come from here.

He bit his lip, saying it seemed this place was both an execution ground for people and a laboratory for the sorcerers.

"Those damn bastards!"

Aris, as if sensing the malice soaked into this space, ground her teeth violently.

Drip.

As Raon, Aris, and Rimmer stepped deeper inside, a figure emerged from the darkness.

“So you’ve finally come.”

An old man in a purple robe sighed as he looked at them.

"Are you the boss?"

Aris curled her fingers around her sword as if she would charge at any moment.

"The boss? Such a childish term for someone with such formidable strength."

The old man shook his head calmly.

"Just answer!"

“Yes. I am the leader of this branch.”

He admitted his position and revealed a chilly gaze.

“Your face says it all. A filthy, dirty scumbag.”

Aris said she’d kill him right now and raised her sword above her head.

“How impatient.”

The old man snapped his fingers, dispersing the black mist and revealing people in tattered clothes alongside sorcerers.

"If you make even the slightest move, all of them will die."

He gestured with his chin, telling them to go ahead if they wanted to get the hostages killed.

"Hah! Do you think we came here just to save hostages?"

Aris didn’t even glance at the hostages. Pretending to ignore them, despite the possibility that Sif might be among them, she was truly remarkable.

"Of course not."

The old man nodded calmly.

“You said you were looking for a man with red hair and red eyes, didn’t you?”

He spoke as if he knew everything that had happened on the first floor.

"You…."

"The one you’re looking for is here. But if you make a wrong move, you’ll only get to see his severed head."

"He’s not here, though."

Raon examined the hostages and shook his head.

"We’ve hidden him elsewhere, knowing you might try something."

"And if you’re lying?"

"Sif… he was stronger than expected. It wasn’t easy subduing him. If he hadn’t been alone, it would have been difficult."

The old man casually mentioned Sif’s name, as if it were natural.

“Of course, mentally and physically, he’s perfect, making him very useful for sorcery experiments.”

The old man smirked as if to provoke Aris.

"You bastard!"

"Don’t move."

The old man shook his head at Aris.

"I know you can use space swordsmanship. Drop your weapon now."

He licked his lips, saying even a slight movement would result in Sif’s death.

"The same goes for you. Drop your sword."

He gestured at Raon with his fingers.

"Fine."

Raon pretended to drop Heavenly Drive but instead drew the Blade of Requiem with his left hand and hurled it at the old man.

Thud!

However, a sorcery-formed wall emerged next to the old man’s face, deflecting the Blade of Requiem. The blade lost its power and was flung backward, embedding itself in the wall of the cavern.

"I expected that. Your eyes told me you were the type to cause trouble."

The old man sneered at Raon.

"This is the last warning. If you attack me in any way, I will kill not only Sif, whom you’re looking for, but every human in this place."

As if to prove his threat, the sorcerers began channeling sorcerous energy into the hostages by grabbing their necks.

"Raon…."

"Yes."

Raon exchanged a glance with Aris, and they both lowered their swords at the same time.

Clang.

The two swords fell together, making a metallic sound as they hit the ground. At that moment, Raon activated the Dancing Sword.

Woooong!

The Blade of Requiem, embedded in the cavern wall, was pulled free, and Raon executed the Revolving Sky.

Kwadeudeudeuk!

The blade twisted downward in an unusual trajectory, slicing through the old man’s sorcery wall and stopping just as it narrowly pierced the old man’s crown.

"W-what…."

The old man rolled his eyes upward and his jaw quivered.

"Ahhh!"

"Branch leader!"

“Don’t move. If any of you so much as twitch, your branch leader dies.”

Raon shook his head, looking at the panicked sorcerers. He then grasped Heavenly Drive and stood before the pale-faced old man.

“So, who’s the one captured now?”

"Th-this… Dancing Sword? How could someone your age…."

The old man stammered, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Where is Sif?”

Raon pressed the Blade of Requiem deeper into the old man’s crown and tilted his head slightly.

“If… if you kill me, Siff won’t survive either…”

The old man forced a smile as if threatening him.

However, that was just bluffing. Unlike the warriors who seemed to have been brainwashed, the sorcerers' willpower was not very strong

"Oh, really?"

Raon gave a slight laugh and brought Heavenly Drive straight down vertically.

Slash!

With a chilling sound of tearing, the old man’s arm dropped off and fell to the ground.

"Aaaaaaahhhh!"

The old man screamed, clutching his severed shoulder.

"There won’t be a next time."

Raon gazed at the old man with cold eyes.

"Where is Sif?"

"T-there! Over there!"

The old man pointed with his remaining arm to a wall on the right. At his gesture, the darkness split apart, revealing a new door.

"Aunt."

"Y-yes!"

Aris, biting her lip until it bled, rushed to open the door.

"Branch leader! everything is settle… Huhk!"

The sorcerers inside froze in place as if they had turned into statues, shocked to see their branch leader held hostage.

"Everyone, freeze. If any of you move, your branch leader dies."

As Raon threatened the sorcerers, shaking his head, Aris ran toward the center and shouted the name she had been desperately calling.

"Sif!"

 

 

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