The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 861

 Chapter 861

 

"Then, does that mean his soul is…?"

With a hardened expression, Sterin placed his hand on his forehead.

“Is it bound by sorcery?”

He clenched his teeth, seemingly convinced that Rimmer’s soul was suffering.

"That's the most likely possibility."

Siyan nodded with difficulty.

“If what Sir Raon said is true, it seems like he’s trapped in the space where that blood sorcery was inscribed.”

She let out a heavy sigh, as though confirming it wasn’t a good situation.

" Then we must find him right away! I can’t stand the thought of him suffering even after death."

Erian declared that he would go herself, pounding her chest.

“You don’t have the ability to see souls, do you? Either Siyan or I must go, but neither of us can move right now.”

Sterin narrowed his eyes, saying Erian should already know this.

“Then why not hire a human sorcerer instead….”

“It was a high-level sorcery capable of instantly stealing the power of Aris Zieghart. An ordinary sorcerer wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

He shook his head, saying it wouldn’t be easy no matter the method.

"……."

Raon pursed his lips as he listened to Sterin and Erian’s conversation.

'Not the dungeon…'

It seems to be here…

Without the Blade of Requiem’s help, it would’ve been impossible for Rimmer to appear in my mental world.

If he hadn’t gone to the World Tree after death, then there was a strong possibility he was still inside the Blade of Requiem.

"Um… it seems like my master is inside this."

Raon extended the Blade of Requiem.

“What? What are you talking about…?”

Sterin furrowed his eyebrows as if he couldn’t understand.

"Are you saying that he's in that blade?"

Erian widened his eyes, also failing to understand.

“There’s something I didn’t fully explain because it might be hard to believe.”

Raon sighed briefly and lowered his hand.

“The truth is, back when I lost consciousness in that dungeon….”

He recounted the time he collapsed while protecting the Light Wind swordsmen and encountered Rimmer in his mental world.

“There are many souls inside the Blade of Requiem who are friendly to me. I think they helped me meet master.”

He asked them to confirm for themselves as he held out the Blade of Requiem.

"Hmm…"

Sterin took a step back after gazing at the Blade of Requiem.

"Unfortunately, I don’t have the ability to see that right now. Instead…"

He gently pushed Siyan, who had been blinking blankly, forward.

"This child will be able to confirm it."

“Did you truly see my brother in there?”

Despite being suddenly pushed forward, Siyan showed no shyness as she asked about Rimmer. It seemed like her mind was filled with nothing but Rimmer at the moment.

"Yes. If that weren’t the case, master wouldn’t have been able to appear in my mental world."

Raon nodded and handed the Blade of Requiem to Siyan.

“So this is the Blade of Requiem….”

“Yes, that’s correct. It’s a cursed dagger, but to ordinary people….”

“It’s a blade crafted by the continent’s blacksmith, Kuberad Jayton, to console the souls of those killed by the White Blood Religion. However, because of the lingering grudges, it became a cursed dagger!”

Siyan suddenly started explaining the Blade of Requiem with gleaming eyes.

“No one could wield it, but after it ended up in Sir Raon’s hands, it started to shine and became an unparalleled masterpiece!”

She unleashed a rapid-fire explanation, knowing more about the Blade of Requiem than anyone else.

"Uh…"

Raon swallowed nervously as he looked into her sparkling eyes.

‘Right, that’s the kind of person she is.’

With her knowing everything about him, it made sense how she and Encia managed to publish a book together. It felt like he was seeing Siyan’s true self for the first time in a while, which brought a smile to his face.

"S-Sorry."

After finishing her explanation, Siyan seemed to realize her actions and blushed.

"It’s fine. But how do you know such detailed information about the Blade of Requiem? I don’t recall ever telling you that much…"

"Ah, that’s…"

Her trembling eyes shifted to the person behind her.

"Whiiww-whiiww…"

Turning his head, Raon saw Dorian awkwardly whistling.

Obviously. When you found that thing, your walking wallet was the only one beside you.

Wrath chuckled as if it was obvious.

"Hah…"

Raon sighed as he looked at Dorian, who was drenched in cold sweat.

"Don't blame Sir Dorian. I was the one who forced him to tell me," Siyan said, shaking her head with a timid voice.

"No, I was just curious, that’s all."

Raon smiled slightly, sensing the lightened atmosphere.

"Alright, I'll take a look now."

Siyan took the Blade of Requiem with her face still red with embarrassment.

Whoooooong!

From around her, blue light emitted spirit energy, which quietly rose and wrapped around the red blade of the Blade of Requiem.

"This blade…"

With her eyes closed, she exhaled a deep, heavy breath.

“I knew it, but… it really is full of sadness.”

Her red lips quivered as though she could sense the souls trapped inside the blade.

"None of them met a peaceful death. If it weren’t for Sir Raon, this blade would have gone out of control long ago."

Her complexion turned pale as she appeared to read the memories of the souls.

"But strangely enough, the darkness surrounding the souls has lifted slightly. It must be thanks to  Sir Raon."

She smiled faintly, sensing Raon’s emotions through the Blade of Requiem.

"Still, the negative energy is overwhelmingly strong... Ah? Brother!"

Siyan's eyes flew open wide as she stared at the Blade of Requiem.

"He, he’s here! Brother’s soul is really inside this blade!"

She screamed, confirming that Rimmer’s soul resided within the Blade of Requiem.

"Haah…"

Raon let out a sigh of relief. He had been worried Rimmer might be trapped elsewhere, but thankfully, he was still within the blade.

“Hah, that guy…”

Sterin also sighed with relief, letting out a hollow laugh.

“Our vice division leader is something else. Truly…”

Burren gave a weary round of applause toward the blade.

“He’s probably sleeping…”

Runaan nodded, saying it was typical of Rimmer.

“Right, maybe he dozed off and forgot how to get out?”

Martha shook her head as if it was obvious.

"He’s not sleeping."

Siyan hugged the Blade of Requiem to her chest and bit her lip.

"Brother has been consoling the souls inside this sword. He’s even enduring their resentment with his own soul…"

Tears she had been holding back finally fell as she explained that Rimmer was comforting the souls inside the blade.

"Ah…"

Raon grasped the Blade of Requiem, gleaming with a crimson light, and murmured as he stared at it.

‘Even there, you won’t stay still, will you?’

Just as he had taken care of Raon and the Light Wind swordsmen while alive, Rimmer was now consoling the souls within the Blade of Requiem.

"Vice division leader…"

Yua collapsed to the ground, sobbing.

"Why does he always make us cry…?"

"Exactly. Back then, all he ever did was tell unfunny jokes."

Dorian and Krein choked back tears, covering their mouths with their hands.

A sudden shower of tears fell in the corner of Seipia.

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Step. Step.

In a dark cave that not even a speck of light could penetrate, heavy, wet footsteps echoed.

"Going to sleep already?"

A man wearing a strange snake helmet tilted his chin as he stared into the vast darkness.

Kwoooong!

Deep in the darkness on the opposite side of the man, something stirred and quivered. Two golden eyes snapped open in the shape of diamonds. They belonged to the dungeon’s owner—a dragon.

[What is it?]

The dragon glared at the man in the snake helmet with piercing eyes, as if annoyed at having his rest disturbed.

"It’s about Seipia, where you just issued a warning…"

The man in the snake helmet crooked a finger in a casual gesture.

“Raon Zieghart just arrived there. The elves welcomed him with open arms. Are you okay with that?”

He smirked faintly from within his helmet, implying the dragon should know who Raon was.

Ssshhhh!

The dragon's pupil narrowed into a blade-like slit.

[So they’re ignoring my warning after all.]

Amid the endless darkness of the cave, resembling the wrath of a Transcender, a wailing scream akin to that of a human began to echo.

"Indeed, we can't just leave it be, can we?"

The man wearing the snake helmet curled his lips into a long grin, as if anticipating the fun ahead.

“It looks like I’ll be heading to Seipia after a long time.”

*   *   *

After instructing the Light Wind swordsmen, who had exhausted their emotions, to rest, Raon returned once more to Sterin’s house.

In the small house, Sterin and Siyan were waiting.

“Thank you for not forgetting and taking care of him.”

“No, not at all. Rather, I've only received help from him.”

Raon bowed his head, saying it was practically thanks to Rimmer that he was still alive.

“Thank you for saying that.”

Sterin drew a faint smile as if he didn’t mind hearing his grandson praised.

“By the way, what will happen to master’s soul now?”

Raon asked this as he held the Blade of Requiem he had received again, gently running his hand over it.

“T- tomorrow, at sunrise, we will send my brother’s soul back to the World Tree.”

Sia explained that if left as it was, Rimmer's soul could also become a lingering spirit and needed to be released.

“I suppose that’s how it has to be.”

Raon briefly smacked his lips. He couldn’t converse with or feel Rimmer anymore, but it was still a bit regrettable that Rimmer would completely disappear from his side.

Still, sending him off is the right thing to do.

Wrath gazed at him with calm eyes.

You were the one who decided to send him off even though you could have saved that shitty ears.

‘That’s right.’

If he had asked Merlin, it might have been possible to save Rimmer even if it took a long time.

However, bringing him back while he wore a helmet and borrowed someone else’s body was not something anyone would have wanted, so he gave up on that option.

“W-whether human or elf, following the flow of nature is best.”

As if understanding his thoughts, Siyan explained. Her voice began to tremble, showing she was getting nervous again.

“I understand.”

Raon nodded, saying he understood.

“Ah, now that I think about it, I haven’t properly congratulated you because of everything going on.”

Sterin clapped his hands with a smile.

"Congratulations on reaching Transcendence. It seems I stand no chance against you now."

He nodded grandly, calling it an achievement that would remain in the history of the continent.

“Transcendence? Then…”

Siyan, as if just realizing it, widened her eyes.

“Yes. I was lucky to reach Transcendence.”

“Oh, my! You’ve concealed your energy so well I didn’t notice!”

She opened her mouth wide in shock, enough to fit a fist.

“He has already adapted to the realm of Transcendence. He can handle the energy of nature more freely than we elves can. That’s likely why the Great Forest opened its path.”

Sterin chuckled lightly, saying such cases were rare.

“Transcendence! Transcendence! I need to write this down!”

Siyan gasped, took out a book and writing tools from somewhere, and began scribbling something incomprehensible.

“So, it begins.”

Sterin sighed briefly, as if familiar with the situation.

“Begins?”

“Before news of Rimmer’s death came, she used to write notes about you like that. She said she would make it all into a book, but none of it was realistic.”

He frowned, saying it was like a novel in itself.

“Haha…”

Raon let out a hollow laugh, watching Siyan writing with madness in her eyes.

“There’s no hope once she gets like that.”

Sterin gestured with his fingers, saying they should leave her alone.

“Ah, yes…”

Scratching the back of his head, Raon followed Sterin out of his house. He was already worried about how much exaggeration would appear in that book.

“Well, at least I’m relieved that Siyan’s brightened up. She was so somber for a while that I was worried.”

Sterin bowed his head, thanking him for bringing Siyan back to her usual shy self.

“Thank you.”

“No, I didn’t do anything.”

Raon waved his hands, denying it strongly.

'You’re the same as ever.'

Sterin chuckled, saying Raon hadn’t changed a bit.

“Excuse me, Protector…”

Raon’s expression hardened as he listened to Sterin.

“Is there perhaps a part of you that is unwell?”

Today, Sterin looked as though his entire body was covered in bark-like wrinkles and seemed continuously worn out.

Even after performing the purification ritual, he hadn’t looked this exhausted, so Raon couldn’t help but feel concerned.

“Transcendence is truly amazing—it even lets you sense things like this. Or perhaps you can see everything now?”

Sterin smiled faintly while looking at his own face reflected on the surface of the lake.

“Protector…”

“There’s nothing wrong with me. It’s just that the end is approaching.”

He turned around and stroked his chin calmly.

“Unlike the endlessly growing World Tree, my time to return to the earth has simply arrived.”

“Ah…”

Raon bit his lips as he saw the serene light in Sterin’s eyes.

If it were an illness, he could try to treat it, but if it was the limit of his lifespan, there was nothing that could be done.

“Don’t make such a face. I’ve lived long enough.”

Sterin chuckled, saying there weren’t many races that lived as long as high elf.

“Protector…”

“It’s just a bit regrettable to leave Siyan alone. You know as well as I do that she can’t even summon her closest friends right now.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Raon nodded gravely. After the previous war, Siyan’s connection to Ellaim or Ifrit had been completely severed.

It seemed they were focusing on restoring the spirit world.

“So, I ask you to visit her occasionally, even just for conversation. It would make her happy.”

Sterin bowed slightly, asking Raon to take good care of Siyan.

“Please, don’t do this!”

Raon shook his head, waving his hands.

“It’s something I should naturally do!”

He had received so much from Sterin, Siyan, and Rimmer that it wouldn’t be strange if he stood by them all the time, let alone just chatted with her.

“Thank you for saying that.”

Sterin gripped his hand tightly as if sincerely moved. Feeling the wrinkles on the back of his hand made Raon’s heart ache.

“Really, don’t feel burdened. Neither I nor Zieghart think of Seipia as a stranger.”

Raon spoke from the heart, expressing his true feelings.

Though the temporary alliance with Seipia had been delayed due to various matters, he regarded the elves here as comrades.

“Raon…”

Sterin, slightly surprised, couldn’t immediately respond, his aged eyes trembling faintly.

“You must be tired, so I’ll visit again tomorrow.”

Raon promised to return the next morning to send off Rimmer’s soul and then left for his lodging.

“……”

Sterin, after staring at Raon’s back for a long time, let out a short breath and returned to his house.

“This is where Sir Raon clipped the wings of the angel…”

Siyan was still absorbed in writing about Raon, her hand moving quickly.

“Haaah.”

Sterin approached his granddaughter, who was immersed in her imagination, and chuckled softly.

“Perhaps what you say is correct.”

He stroked the hair of his granddaughter, who was absorbed in her writing, and for the first time in a while, his smile showed not a trace of worry.

*   *   *

The next morning, at the break of dawn, when mana filled the world most abundantly,

Raon and the Light Wind division followed Sterin into the holy ground where the roots of the World Tree had taken root.

Hoo.

Raon steadied his breath and raised his gaze.

The World Tree, towering as if to cover the entire sky, shimmered with a brilliant and graceful light, wrapped in the mana of nature.

“It looks bigger than before, doesn’t it?”

Dorian rubbed his eyes, exhaling a shallow breath.

“You have a keen eye.”

Sterin chuckled and nodded.

“The World Tree is still growing even now. Once it’s fully grown, it might truly touch the sky.”

As he said, the World Tree was larger than before. Without focusing their vision, they couldn’t even see its end.

“Although its growth seems to have slowed down recently, almost as if something is blocking it.”

“Do you know the reason?”

“I don’t know for certain. It’s something Siyan will have to handle now.”

Sterin shook his head, saying that the purification ritual of the World Tree was now Siyan’s responsibility.

“I’ll look into it slowly after you all leave.”

He reassured them not to worry too much.

“Let’s begin. But before that.”

Siyan, holding the Blade of Requiem, approached Raon and the Light Wind swordsmen.

“Please give a final farewell to my brother.”

She bowed her head, asking them to say their goodbyes so that Rimmer could depart peacefully.

“…….”

Raon looked at the Blade of Requiem and moved his trembling lips.

“Thank you so much for everything. You were both the most comfortable and the most wonderful teacher to me.”

He bowed his head, sincerely expressing his gratitude.

“We’re going to live disgustingly long and well, so don’t worry and leave.”

Martha bent her waist, clutching her trembling hands tightly.

“At first, I really disliked you. But now, I have no choice but to acknowledge you as the best teacher. Thank you, master.”

Burren, adopting a respectful posture as if facing Glenn, performed a sword salute.

“We’ll protect Zieghart. I hope you can rest peacefully over there.”

Runaan, with tears streaming down her face, blessed Rimmer’s long rest.

“Guh…ugh….”

“Waaahhh!”

“I’m going to miss you! Damn it!”

Dorian and Yua wailed, while Krein and Yulius furrowed their brows and bowed their heads.

After each of the swordsmen of Light Wind shared their farewells, the Blade of Requiem returned to Siyan’s hands once more.

“Brother. Thank you. And I love you.”

With tears, Siyan placed the Blade of Requiem at the roots of the World Tree and stood up.

Wuuuuuuung!

A sea-like blue light surged around her, enveloping the Blade of Requiem.

It seemed she was trying to draw out Rimmer’s soul, lingering within the Blade of Requiem, using the power of the World Tree and her spirit energy.

“Hm?”

But Siyan suddenly furrowed her brows, her lips trembling.

“W-what is this…?”

Siyan’s eyes widened as she stared at the Blade of Requiem, seemingly unable to comprehend.

“Come out already….”

“What’s happening?”

“That damned idiot won’t come out!”

Her teary face turned into one of absurdity as she gritted her teeth.

“You jerk! Come out already! You’re being a nuisance!”

That's exactly how shitty ears should be!

Wrath chuckled gleefully, as if genuinely pleased.

“…….”

Raon blinked as he watched Siyan wrestle with Rimmer inside the Blade of Requiem.

‘Is that elf starting to act like a leech again?’

 

 

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