The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 845

 Chapter 845

 

“……”

Raon stared at Rimmer for a long time before raising his right hand. As he operated Glacier, silvery frost scattered from his palm.

Hwaaaah!

The frost spread faintly, like fine snowflakes, gently wrapping around Rimmer's body and rotating.

It was a measure to prevent the decay of his body while ensuring his skin wouldn't suffer from frostbite.

That’s enough.

Wrath gestured as if telling him to stop.

With this much, his body won’t decay, nor will it suffer from frostbite.

He nodded, saying Raon had controlled his strength well.

“Is it done?”

Burren furrowed his brows as he looked at the frost surrounding Rimmer.

“Yes. It’ll be fine for a while.”

Raon let out a short sigh. Since he made it so that it would remain even if he fell asleep, there shouldn’t be any issues until they reached the Azure Wind.

However, forcing out the cold energy in his injured and exhausted state caused his head to throb as if it were splitting.

“Hey, um….”

Burren scratched the back of his head, glancing at Raon as if he had something to say.

“What is it?”

“No, it’s just… I didn’t expect you to wail like that. I was just wondering if you were okay….”

He smacked his lips, saying he hadn’t imagined Raon would cry so loudly. Clearly flustered, his tone was awkward.

“I’m sorry. It was unbecoming as a division leader, wasn’t it?”

Raon lowered his head, brushing his dried tears from his cheeks.

“I wasn’t criticizing, I was just worried. I know your personality.”

Burren shook his head, clarifying that he wasn’t trying to reprimand him.

“In fact, you cried well.”

Martha approached and gestured toward the Light Wind division. The swordsmen, having released their emotions just as much as her, were still sniffling and shedding tears.

"Because of you, the others were able to express their sadness openly."

She muttered that such emotions, when bottled up, only fester into illness and that it was fortunate they could let it out.

“So you were like that too, huh.”

Raon looked at Martha’s reddened eyes and nose, as if she had drunk alcohol, and gave a faint smile.

“What? Does it bother you that I cried? Did you think I was incapable of tears?”

Martha bit her lip in annoyance.

“Rakshasa Woman. You cried as much as Raon….”

Runaan approached Martha and shook her head.

“Hey! You cried even harder….”

“And I still am….”

Runaan still seemed sad, sticking out her lower lip and letting tears drip down.

“Sigh….”

Martha sighed, looking at Runaan sobbing with her head lowered, then hugged her. It was the first time they had ever embraced each other so amicably.

……

Wrath frowned his blue eyes as he looked at Rimmer, faintly smiling as if asleep.

‘What are you thinking about?’

Raon flicked his fingers toward Wrath.

The King of Essence was reflecting on his own patheticness.

Wrath slowly lifted his gaze and furrowed his brow.

He never thought he’d feel this useless again, not being able to do anything.

Judging by his words, it seemed something similar had happened in the past.

It’s true that the King of Essence didn’t like that Shitty Ears, who was lazy and carefree, but he still didn’t want to let him die like this.

Wrath bit his lip as if seething with frustration. Normally, he’s the type who cries easily, but seeing him not shed a single tear made it clear he was truly furious.

‘Thank you.’

Raon let out a short breath and patted Wrath’s head.

‘It would have been wonderful if you and master could have had the chance to meet...’

He had always thought it would be amusing to see Wrath, who was always angry, and Rimmer, who slyly brushed things off, bickering with each other. But now that such a thing could never happen, his heart ached. He felt like crying again.

“Um, young master….”

Yua, her tear-filled eyes fixed on Rimmer, grabbed Raon’s sleeve.

“S-since Zieghart has a lot of treasures, if there’s something like an elixir that can bring the dead back to life, can’t we use it to save the vice-division leader…?”

Her eyes, still reflecting the innocence of a young girl, were filled with hope.

“Ah, S-Sir Dorian might have one for sure!”

Yua trembled as she pleaded, her hands shaking. Her earlier display of strength when she struck Sif with astral energy seemed far from her mind now.

“I’m sorry….”

Dorian, kneeling like a sinner, shook his head.

“Th-then in Zieghart….”

“That’s not what he means.”

Raon shook his head, locking eyes with Yua.

“Elixirs are for saving someone on the brink of death, not for reviving someone who has already passed away.”

Whether Zieghart possessed an elixir or a similar miraculous medicine, it wouldn’t be able to bring Rimmer back.

“I see….”

Yua's large, tear-filled eyes began to spill tears again, as if sadness was starting to take over her.

“So we won’t be able to see the vice division leader anymore….”

She started wailing loudly.

“I’m sorry.”

Raon wiped away the tears streaming down his face once more, hugged Yua, and gently patted her back.

She cried even harder in his embrace until she fainted as if drained of all strength.

“I’ll carry her….”

Burren let out a deep sigh, unable to bear watching, and lifted Yua into his arms.

“By the way, you said you met the vice division leader in your mental world, right?”

He adjusted Yua on his back and slightly raised his chin.

“What did he say?”

“I’m curious too….”

“Please tell us….”

Not only Burren, Martha, and Runaan but also the other swordsmen approached Raon, wanting to know.

“He didn’t say anything special in my mental world. He just pointed out my shortcomings.”

Raon recounted what had happened with Rimmer to everyone.

"The only words he left for us were 'Be happy.'"

Rimmer hadn’t left any requests or orders. He didn't even say the words he had repeated so often, to become the head of house Zieghart or get closer to Glenn, but only left the last words to be happy.

It was so unlike the Rimmer they knew that Raon’s chest ached painfully.

“Seems like he had no regrets.”

Martha chuckled softly, saying it was just like Rimmer.

"That man is fascinating to the very end. How did he manage to enter the division leader's mental world?"

Krein blinked his eyes, saying it was amazing even though it was Rimmer.

"It’s probably thanks to the Blade of Requiem."

Raon stroked the Blade of Requiem hanging at his waist.

Before fainting, he had seen it glow green. The souls residing within the blade seemed to have guided Rimmer’s soul to assist him.

‘Thank you.’

Whether Rimmer’s soul remained within the Blade of Requiem, Raon was just grateful that it had allowed him to meet his master one last time.

“I’m truly sorry…”

Dorian, kneeling, began bowing his head to the ground.

“If only I were a bit stronger, I could have protected everyone….”

He slammed his forehead against the ground until it bled, calling himself a burden.

“You heard the master’s last words too.”

Raon stopped him by holding his head still and shook his own.

“What he wished for was the happiness of everyone in the Light Wind division. He held no resentment or regrets toward you.”

Saying that, Raon placed a reassuring hand on Dorian’s shoulder, just as Rimmer had done for him.

“Ugh….”

Dorian clutched his head and cried once more.

“But more importantly, what did Sif say to you and the vice division leader?”

Raon looked at Dorian and asked. He was bothered by Sif’s last words that he was not alone and wanted to hear what he had said.

“Ah….”

Dorian wiped his tears, which were flowing like a faucet, and exhaled shakily.

“There were some important things. First, the reason Sif was able to steal Lady Aris’ power was because of Zieghart’s blood.”

“Blood?”

“Yes, he said Zieghart’s blood contains the blood of the celestial. By using the sorcery carved in the cavern, he absorbed the celestial’s blood….”

Starting with the mention of the celestial, Dorian recounted the conversations between Rimmer and Sif.

“The celestial….”

Burren’s pupils quivered as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His strong pride in Zieghart seemed to make the revelation all the more shocking.

"No wonder! No matter how much I trained, I couldn’t manifest the sword field!"

Martha received the news with unexpected calmness, furrowing her brow at the thought of the sword field being something only they could use.

"Yeah, it’s unfair..."

Runaan pouted, lamenting the wasted effort she had put into training for the sword field.

‘Celestial?’

Celestial?

Raon and Wrath exchanged glances, their mouths hanging open.

‘You didn’t know?’

Why don't you know!

‘Isn’t it weird for me to know?! You’re the one who says the celestial is your enemy, so how come you don’t know?’

It’s not like he drank your blood! How would he know?

Wrath and Raon glared at each other, leaning their heads close as they argued over why neither of them knew.

It all makes sense now! There was a reason you could endure my power from the beginning! It’s because of that damned celestial blood!

Wrath ground his teeth as he claimed he finally understood.

‘So, are you leaving now?’

Raon tapped Wrath’s head lightly as he asked.

‘You always said you couldn’t stand anything related to the celestial.’

Leave? Never! The King of Essence will cling to you until the end and claim your body as mine! Just imagining making a body containing celestial blood my own makes my mouth water!

Wrath ground his teeth, saying there was no way he’d back out now.

‘Is that so?’

Raon laughed at Wrath. He would’ve felt truly empty if Wrath left, but knowing he would stay warmed his heart a little.

Don't laugh! It's not because of you, it's because of the King of Essence!

‘Alright. Thanks.’

Don’t say thank you!

Wrath shook his head furiously, insisting it wasn’t because of Raon.

‘By the way…’

Raon narrowed his eyes, looking at Sif’s shattered corpse.

‘How was that bastard planning to steal grandfather’s power?’

Roenn is always by Glenn's side, and even if he weren't, ambushing Glenn with Sif's abilities would still be impossible.

What happened to Aris today was only possible because her stamina and mental strength had been completely drained. It was hard to imagine how Sif could possibly ambush Glenn and stab him.

‘Do they have another method?’

The thought crossed his mind that Sif or even Derus Robert might have a way to stab Glenn.

‘What a waste… no, it’s not.’

Raon let out a thin sigh and shook his head.

‘Killing him was the right choice.’

There was a chance Sif could have run away while flapping his mouth, so killing him here was the best option.

‘Still, I should consider all possibilities.’

Even if Sif alone couldn’t manage it, if Derus was behind him, they might have devised a way to steal Glenn's power.

It seemed wise to think through this from multiple angles.

“What should we do with this sword?”

Krein pointed to the black sword Sif had been holding as he asked.

“……”

Raon let out a heavy sigh as he looked at the black sword and Aris, who was carried on Krein’s back.

‘Aunt will need that sword to recover her strength. But….’

I'm not sure she'll be able to stand again.

Aris had been ambushed by her son, and she even witnessed that son kill Rimmer, and on top of that, her son was ultimately killed by her nephew.

Even if she regains consciousness, she won't be in her right mind.

Even someone as mentally strong as Aris couldn’t possibly remain unshaken.

“…It’s best to take it with us.”

“I’ll carry it.”

Martha nodded and grabbed Sif’s black sword with a hand imbued with aura.

“Let’s head back.”

Raon looked at the collapsed dungeon and the pool of blood Sif had left behind before turning away.

Carrying Rimmer on his back, he walked through the dense forest leading to the port.

“I still don’t get it.”

Martha bit her lip as she stared at Rimmer.

“Why were his last words for us to be happy?”

She bit her lip again, wondering why he hadn’t said something else.

“That’s probably all he wanted to say to everyone in the Light Wind division. Our vice division leader was surprisingly considerate.”

Burren carefully adjusted his pace so as not to wake Yua and nodded.

“I once saw his notebook during our trainee days. It had all our strengths and weaknesses written down in detail.”

Raon softly smiled as he recalled when he first began to see Rimmer differently.

“Of course, he still spent half the day slacking off on the platform.”

"I thought, ‘What kind of crazy guy is this?’ It annoyed me to see him just sitting there, twiddling his fingers."

Krein snorted, saying he was truly a weird instructor.

The King of Essence didn’t like him either! If you’re the leader, you should lead by example!

Wrath grumbled as if agreeing with the others.

“Do you remember when the Kingdom of Owen’s delegation visited? He made us duel with their knight cadets, we won, and then Duke Tartan ran off without buying drinks, and the vice division leader got so mad he cried about it?”

Burren clicked his tongue, saying he couldn’t believe how pathetic that had been.

"I can’t forget the sight of that guy being kicked out of the casino looking like a beggar and shouting for money to buy food."

Martha said, shaking her head as though that was the most pathetic sight she’d ever seen.

“There were times he insisted on having a feast but then made Raon pay…”

Runaan sighed, saying it was pathetic.

“But during the incident with the Blood Raving Demon, he was unbelievably reliable.”

Raon smiled faintly, feeling the faint warmth that still lingered in Rimmer’s body

“Yeah. When he cut down that ogre in one strike, it was honestly pretty cool.”

Burren nodded, marveling at the memory.

“When you were kidnapped by Eden, he didn’t sleep at all, searching for you.”

Martha added, a small smile on her lips as she recalled how he became wiser and braver than anyone else when his disciples were in danger.

“He always looked incredible when he sensed the danger….”

Runaan clasped her hands over her chest, saying that serious Rimmer was just as dependable as Raon.

“The vice division leader’s teachings only showed their value later. Now that I think about it, I never thanked him…”

Dorian said, biting his lip as if regretting never thanking Rimmer

"Enough with the sad stuff. Let’s talk about his screw-ups instead. Who remembers when the bar owner showed up at the fifth training ground, demanding Rimmer pay his tab?"

“I remember catching him eating roots in the mountains because he had no money for food!”

The Light Wind swordsmen began laughing as they shared stories about Rimmer.

The walk back to the port took a long time, but their conversation never stopped, flowing on until they arrived. It was as though they were keeping Rimmer entertained so he wouldn’t get bored.

By the time Raon and the Light Wind division arrived at the port, the evening had fallen.

“No… how did this…?”

Rabawin was struck speechless by the unexpected sight, his jaw quivering.

“I’ll explain… later.”

Raon handed Rimmer over to him, letting out a breath that carried a faint scent of blood.

“I’ll tell you everything later.”

Perhaps because he felt it was truly over, his vision blurred, and the world seemed to split in two.

*   *   *

Rimmer appeared, wrapped in his usual fresh breeze, wearing the mischievous smile of a playful boy.

Beside him, Wrath floated over in the form of cotton candy, his hair standing on end as if something had greatly displeased him.

Rimmer yawned, lazily letting his words trail off, while Wrath, now a bright red cotton candy, flailed his arms in frustration.

Sheryl and Aris, unable to stand the sight, stepped in to separate the two, while Glenn and Roenn chuckled softly as they watched.

Sia, who had apparently woken up at some point, was busy enjoying delicious food. Edgar sat glued to her side, chattering away without pause.

Sylvia smacked Edgar's back, telling him to leave her alone.

This was a dream.

Not his mental world—it was his wish. A reality he desired but could not see had manifested as a dream.

Crack!

When he realized it was a dream, the lively world shattered like it had been struck by a space blade, turning pitch black.

“Ah….”

As he opened his eyes, he saw the cabin’s door beside him. He must have been lying down. The eerie silence, without even a whisper of wind, suddenly pressed on him, and a nearly unbearable sadness welled up within.

‘But….’

Had the pillow always been this soft?

Finding it strange, he reached out his hand, feeling not fabric but the touch of skin.

Turning his gaze, he saw someone’s thigh. When he hurriedly sat up, he found Merlin, her mask removed, staring at him.

“If you’re sad, it’s okay to cry.”

Merlin nodded with an expression almost mirroring his own, speaking with a calmness unlike her usual self.

 

 

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