The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 907

 Chapter 907

 

You saw that, right? No, you felt it, didn’t you?

Raon called out to Wrath while watching Rensia's trembling hands.

Yes. The King of Essence felt it.

Wrath lowered his blue gaze deeply.

It was undoubtedly wrath.

Wrath nodded, claiming that wrath had flared up within Rensia’s soul.

‘Wrath… and resentment, mixed with fear.’

Every time Rensia met certain adults, she would tremble her hands ever so slightly, so subtly that it was almost imperceptible. At first, Since children naturally feared adults, Raon had simply taken note of Rensia’s reaction. But just now, she had displayed not only fear but also wrath and resentment. That meant there was a definite problem.

‘It’s gone now.’

The wrath that had flared within Rensia vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed in the first place.

This is not a natural phenomenon.

Wrath shook his head, his gaze turning cold.

This land has swallowed her wrath.

His brows furrowed as he looked at the floor and the ceiling.

‘I felt it too.’

Raon bit his lower lip.

‘Now it’s certain.’

Something in Montiro was absorbing human energy of death, demonic energy, and even negative emotions.

‘It’s time to call that person.’

Now that the DemonBlade’s information had been confirmed, it was time to summon the necessary people for assistance.

“Are you listening to me?”

A man named Felix approached Raon and lowered his gaze. His towering height, well over two meters, forced Raon to look up at him.

“I-I’m sorry!”

Rensia quickly bowed her head, apologizing as if she had made a mistake.

“There is nothing for you to apologize for, miss Rensia.”

Felix frowned slightly as he gently pushed Rensia aside.

“Ugh….”

The moment his hand touched her, Rensia’s shoulders trembled violently.

“And who are you?”

Raon tilted his chin toward Felix, indicating he had no idea who he was.

“I am Felix, the leader of the Tiger Spear Division.”

Though Felix was clearly upset, his demeanor remained polite.

“Oh, one of those so-called Five Heroes?”

Raon chuckled lightly as he nodded.

“I am no hero. I am merely a guard of this city.”

Felix shook his head, stating he was unworthy of such a title.

“I will ask again. Why did you bring Miss Rensia here? You should know that this is not a place for someone her age.”

He furrowed his brows as if questioning Raon’s intentions.

“Hmm….”

Raon clicked his tongue as he listened to the cheers rising from the arena.

“Well, you’re not wrong. I didn’t pay enough attention to a teenage girl.”

Saying he was sorry, he flipped a silver coin toward Rensia.

“O-oh….”

Rensia blinked in surprise before catching the coin in midair.

“Go on, wait outside.”

“A-Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

She blinked rapidly, concern flickering in her eyes.

“The hero over here will give me a tour of the arena in your place.”

Raon smirked as he tossed a gold coin toward Felix.

“…Very well.”

Perhaps because of his own words earlier, Felix nodded calmly.

“But I don’t need this.”

He returned the gold coin he had received and stepped into the entrance of the arena.

"Do as you please."

After instructing Rensia to wait at the church, Raon followed Felix inside.

‘He’s strong, but nothing special.’

Narrowing his eyes as he observed Felix’s broad back, Raon assessed him.

‘A peak Master level. That’s all there is to him.’

Like Kalop, he was strong for his age, but that was it. His overwhelming height left a greater impression than his martial prowess or presence.

Even so, Raon couldn't judge him based on appearance alone. Given Rensia’s reaction, there was no way Felix was an ordinary human.

Are you sure about leaving her like that?

Wrath narrowed his eyes, seeming concerned for Rensia.

‘If I follow her out right now, it’ll draw unwanted suspicion.’

Raon did worry about her, but following her outside would only attract unnecessary attention. Right now, the best course of action was to act as though he was here simply to enjoy the arena.

“This is the arena.”

Standing in the vast, circular spectator area, Felix gestured toward the sand-covered pit three stories below. The sand was stained red, likely from the blood of countless fighters.

“The betting counter is over there. There shouldn’t be any restrictions on the amount you can wager.”

He pointed toward the crowded counter, explaining that people could bet as much as they wanted.

“No limit? I like that.”

Raon smirked as he curled his lips upward.

At that moment—

Creeeeak!

A bloodstained iron gate groaned open, and two fighters stepped into the arena. One was a massive man whose muscles looked like armor, while the other was shorter but had a solid, well-built physique.

Since this was a contest of raw strength, both had suppressed their auras.

“You won’t be able to place any bets this time.”

Felix shook his head, explaining that bets were closed once the gates opened.

“Well, I suppose I’ll just watch for now.”

Raon leaned forward slightly over the railing, looking down at the arena with mild disappointment.

“But you, a so-called hero, also gamble? Doesn't really suit you.”

He turned his gaze to Felix, tilting his chin slightly.

“A friend of mine comes here frequently. You pick things up whether you want to or not.”

Felix pointed toward the shorter fighter in the arena, indicating that he was the friend in question.

“I see… that explains a lot.”

The short fighter currently in the arena seemed to be another warrior protecting Montiro, just like Felix and Kalop.

“Well then, I’ll be off.”

Felix bowed slightly, indicating he was leaving.

“You’re not going to watch your friend’s fight?”

“There’s no need. The outcome is already decided.”

Leaving those words behind, Felix exited the arena.

“How dull.”

Raon snorted as he watched Felix’s back disappear.

Uwaaaaaaa!

At that moment, loud cheers and screams erupted from the crowd.

When Raon turned his gaze back to the arena, he saw that Felix’s so-called friend had completely crushed his opponent, the massive fighter, leaving him in a mangled heap. The victor raised both hands triumphantly.

“Already?”

Feigning surprise, Raon rolled his eyes as he scanned the arena.

‘A brutal fight just took place. People are losing money left and right….’

Yet—

Not a single trace of energy of death or demonic energy lingered in the air.

That is impossible. You and the King of Essence both saw it…

Wrath twisted his lips as he looked down at the ground.

This place is absorbing negative energy.

His expression hardened.

Something of this magnitude must be fueled by a massive offering.

Wrath furrowed his brows, finding the very thought disturbing.

‘That’s likely the case.’

“Kayden?”

As Raon nodded at Wrath’s words, a red-haired man approached from the right. It was Burren, disguised as a street punk.

“Something wrong?”

He tilted his chin, having noticed Raon with Felix earlier.

“No, nothing.”

Raon shook his head and sent an aura message through his upper energy center.

[Listen carefully, then pass this on to the black market’s agents. This Montiro…]

Now that the DemonBlade’s information had been verified, he relayed everything he had discovered.

With the arena being so crowded and noisy, not even the Black Tower could eavesdrop on a Transcendence-level aura message here.

“Oh, so you just came to watch?”

Despite hearing something shocking, Burren maintained a casual demeanor, naturally continuing the conversation as part of his act.

[And there’s one more thing. We need to call in someone. Her name is—]

Raon named the person whose help he needed, clenching his fist as he did so.

*   *   *

Raon spent the rest of the evening in the arena, winning some bets and losing others, staying until the final match ended. Only then did he emerge outside.

“Hm.”

Rensia was waiting on a bench near the church, knitting. Judging by the difference in color, she had started on a new piece of clothing.

“Knitting is your hobby?”

Raon sat beside her, tilting his head.

“Oh! When did you get here?”

Rensia looked up with a bright smile as she lowered the piece of clothing she had been knitting.

"Just now."

"Did you enjoy the arena?"

"Yeah, it was fun. I got completely cleaned out."

Raon pulled out his empty pockets, indicating that he had lost all his money.

"Ah…"

Rensia blinked in surprise.

"It was just the money I planned to use for today. No need to worry. I still have what I set aside for you."

He reassured her as he lowered his hand.

"Th-that's not what I meant…."

Rensia hesitated, licking her dry lips, as if she had been about to say something else.

"But why is your mouth dry? You haven’t eaten the candy I bought you?"

"I'm saving it to share with my younger siblings."

She smiled faintly, explaining that she wanted to take it home and eat it with them.

‘Now that I think about it, she did the same thing before, she packed food for them.’

When they had gone to the seafood restaurant, she had also taken leftovers with her, saying she wanted to feed her siblings.

Even now, the piece of clothing she was knitting looked like it was for one of her siblings, evidence that she cared deeply for her family.

"Hmm…"

Raon nodded as he looked into her green eyes.

“I’m feeling a little bored. How about we pay your place a visit?”

“Huh?”

Rensia’s eyes widened in complete shock.

“M-My house?”

"Yeah. I want to see these siblings you care about so much."

"Why all of a sudden…?"

“I lost all my money, and life’s feeling a bit hollow right now.” Raon said, explaining he wanted to do something less intense to calm himself down.

"Uhh…"

Rensia hesitated, staring at him for a moment before slowly nodding.

“Alright. Then let’s go right away—”

“No, it’s dinner time. We should buy something for your siblings to eat first. How many do you have?”

Raon let out a small hum of surprise and pulled a gold coin from his pocket.

"Four."

Rensia held up four fingers.

"Four? That’s more than I expected."

"Oh, they’re not my blood relatives."

She let out a faint smile, her tone carrying more warmth than it would have for blood relatives. It seemed her situation was more complicated than he had assumed.

*   *   *

A shantytown on the western outskirts of Montiro.

"This is it."

Rensia opened the door to a worn-down house that, despite its age, appeared well-maintained.

"Noona!"

"Unnie!"

Four children, appearing to be between five and eight years old, came running toward Rensia all at once.

“Why are you so late—huh?”

They froze mid-sentence, their eyes going wide as they noticed Raon standing behind her.

"Uhh…."

"Aah…."

Even though they could see that their sister had brought him inside, they instinctively shrank back, trembling with fear.

"He’s not a bad person."

Rensia smiled as she shook her head.

"He’s a guest I’m looking after. A very kind person."

It seemed that all the times she had received tips from Raon and bought food and snacks for her siblings had paid off, she introduced him as a good person without hesitation.

"Yesterday, he bought us snacks, and today, he got dinner for you all."

Rensia flashed a warm smile as she set down the seafood meal she had just bought on a table, one of its corners was completely broken.

"Wow! Shrimp and lobster!"

"There’s sashimi too!"

"It looks delicious…."

As children living by the sea, they seemed to love shrimp, lobster, and even raw fish.

However, none of them touched the oysters. They must have disliked the briny taste.

“Was it this mister who gave us the snacks yesterday too?”

A little girl, around five years old, blinked her big eyes and tugged at Rensia’s pants.

“That’s right.”

Rensia nodded with a smile.

"Thwank you."

The little girl spoke with a lisp, likely due to missing teeth, as she expressed her gratitude.

“Th-Thank you.”

“We’ll eat well.”

The other three children also bowed their heads as they thanked him.

“Sure, enjoy.”

Raon waved a hand, casually acknowledging their thanks.

‘Hmm…’

Sitting on a chair, he surveyed the small house at a glance.

‘It’s old, but clean.’

Thanks to Rensia’s efforts, the house, though worn, was tidy and organized.

As he had suspected, Rensia was taking care of these children all by herself, with no parents in sight.

‘There’s nothing unusual about the kids either… huh?’

The youngest child’s shirt was identical to the one Rensia had been knitting not long ago. She really had been making clothes for her younger siblings.

She’s quite admirable.

Wrath seemed to notice as well, stepping closer and gently patting Rensia’s head as she portioned out food for her siblings.

‘She really is.’

Raon nodded heavily.

‘She’s only fifteen, yet she’s working as a guide, managing the house, looking after these kids, and even knitting clothes for them.’

She was more mature than some of the Light Wind swordsmen.

“Aren’t you eating, mister?”

The youngest child waved their hand, inviting him to join them.

“I’m full.”

Raon chuckled as he shook his head.

“I already ate too much money today.”

"You can eat money?"

"You’ll understand when you’re older."

Watching the children happily enjoy their food, Raon felt full despite not having eaten anything himself.

“Well, you all look like you’re doing fine. Now that I’ve had a little peace of mind, I should be going.”

Saying that his mood had improved, he stood up from his chair.

“Oh, let me walk you out!”

After feeding the youngest child a piece of sashimi, Rensia quickly got up to follow him.

“No need. I know the way now.”

He waved her off and stepped outside, telling her to take care of the children instead.

“Th-Thank you!”

Rensia bowed her head as she thanked him.

“Go back inside.”

Raon waved a hand at her before turning away.

‘I really don’t want to involve them…’

Pressing his lips together tightly, he walked through the dimly lit alley.

‘I’ll have to find another way to uncover the truth.’

*   *   *

Tsk.

Raon clicked his tongue as he watched people surfing on the emerald-colored sea.

‘A whole week, and we still haven’t found anything.’

A full week had passed since they intensified their search, believing Montiro was either where the Black Tower was hidden or the site of their secret factory. Yet, they had found nothing.

There was still no trace of demonic energy or the energy of death, nor had they found any Black Tower’s demonized humans anywhere.

The longer their investigation dragged on, the more likely they would draw suspicion. It was time to make a decision.

“Haa…”

Raon exhaled a short sigh before glancing to his right.

“Worm. It’s a worm….”

Runaan, disguised as an innocent-looking female tourist, blinked as she followed a worm crawling along the beach.

“Ugh, gross! Stop touching things like that!”

Martha, maintaining the appearance of a mature woman, smacked Runaan on the back and shouted.

The two had entered Montiro as friends, and it seemed they had grown even closer than before.

“Did you get everything?”

Raon nudged his chin at Dorian, who was sitting beside him.

“Yes, sir! Thanks to the time you gave me, I’ve managed to buy and sell everything I needed.”

Dorian confidently nodded, saying he had sold what he needed to and bought everything else.

“I have also finished my work.”

Krein folded his hands in front of him, saying he had also finished his work.

“Uh…”

Rensia, realizing that they were preparing to leave, widened her eyes.

“A-Are you leaving now?”

“A merchant can’t stay in one place forever.”

Raon smiled faintly, telling her it was time for them to go.

“Ah…”

Her pupils trembled slightly, perhaps because she had grown attached to them over time.

“But before that…”

Noticing the wavering in her eyes, Raon gathered the energy of the water surrounding the beach to create an energy barrier, ensuring that no sound would escape.

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

“Please, ask anything! I’ll answer whatever I can.”

Rensia nodded firmly, as if she had decided this was their last conversation.

“You once said that Montiro is a place filled only with happiness.”

“…I did.”

She blinked at the unexpected question.

“I don’t think so.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

“No person, and no place, can be happy all the time. That’s just a dream, or maybe a nightmare.”

“….”

Rensia’s eyelids trembled slightly.

“I tend to pick up on things quickly.”

Huh…?

He pushed aside Wrath, who was questioning him, and continued speaking.

"You tremble whenever you meet adults here, especially those you're familiar with."

Slowly, Raon shifted his gaze toward her.

“….”

She looked down at her own hand, as if she hadn’t even been aware of it, swallowing dryly.

“Are the adults here… mistreating you?”

“N-no! Absolutely not!”

She vigorously shook her head, firmly denying it.

“I-It’s just that I get nervous sometimes. That’s all… really.”

If Rensia refused to speak any further, there would be no way to uncover the truth. Instead of pressing her directly, Raon decided to take a different approach, one that might resonate with her emotionally.

“I may be living like a slacker now, but I didn’t have it so great when I was a kid. I spent most days wary of the adults around me and had my share of rough times.”

Raon bit his lip, recalling both his previous life and his childhood in this one.

“That’s why I can tell. Just by looking at your eyes, I know you’re not in a good situation.”

“….”

Rensia clenched the knitting needles in her hands, her shoulders trembling.

“If you’re going through something frightening here, tell me now. Like I said, I have plenty of money, I can take care of you and your siblings.”

If he could take Rensia away from here, he might be able to find some answers. And even if she refused, it might still lead to a clue. He was willing to gamble his current merchant identity on this.

“Sir Kayden….”

Rensia stared at him blankly. She remained silent for a long time before finally parting her dry lips.

“No! My siblings and I are really happy. The adults here help us in so many ways!”

Rensia smiled, and shook her head

"You were afraid when you met that Felix guy, weren’t you? I saw it clearly from behind."

Raon lowered his gaze as he brought up Felix’s name.

"If I don’t help you now, I won’t get another chance. I can’t stay here forever."

This wasn’t just about finding the Black Tower.

He genuinely wanted to help Rensia in some way, this girl who, despite her young age, worked tirelessly and cared for her younger siblings like a guardian.

"I used to be a rude kid when I was little, so I got scolded a lot. That’s why I find adults a little scary."

Rensia scratched the back of her head, insisting that was all there was to it.

"There’s really nothing wrong, so please don’t worry. And… don’t talk about this to anyone else. It might make people uncomfortable. Also…"

Lowering her gaze, she hesitated before speaking again.

"If you’re going to leave, do it quickly. As soon as possible."

With that, she stood up, her expression hardening as if warning him not to involve himself any further.

Brushing the sand off her clothes, she put on the same doll-like smile she had when they first met.

A chill ran down Raon’s spine.

"Rensia…"

"I’ll be heading back first today!"

She bowed slightly, looking apologetic, before walking away from the beach.

"…."

Raon bit his lip as he watched her small back disappear.

‘I messed up.’

He had thought she was just a lonely child longing for affection, but he had miscalculated.

“Shouldn’t we go after her?”

Krein’s hands trembled slightly, his concern evident.

"No. I didn’t say anything important. It’s better to let her think this was just an impulsive act from a rich man."

Raon had avoided mentioning Zieghart and the Black Tower entirely and instead framed the conversation around child abuse. This way, even if his cover was blown, the core plan itself wouldn’t be exposed.

"Leaving immediately would only raise more suspicion. We’ll depart in three days."

Raon let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

'Nothing about this mission has been easy….'

*   *   *

Two days later.

Having finished packing for departure, Raon stood in his lodgings, gazing at the darkening sea.

'What should my next identity be?'

It would be difficult to find another identity as effective as that of Kayden, a trading company president who could freely move through Montiro.

That’s not the only thing bothering you, is it?

Wrath narrowed his eyes knowingly.

'You’re right. I’m worried about that girl.'

Rensia hadn’t come to see them for two days.

Raon was concerned, both about the possibility that she had told someone what he had said, and about the girl herself.

"Everything’s ready."

Krein nodded, confirming that all traces of their presence had been erased.

"I’ve finished as well."

Dorian clicked his tongue, saying he had finished organizing their remaining supplies.

"Then we’ll leave at dawn tomorrow. Load everything onto the wagon we brought…"

Just as Raon was giving his orders, there was a soft knock at the door.

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

He already had a good idea who it was, so he called them inside without hesitation.

Creak.

The door opened, and Rensia stepped in hesitantly, her familiar blue backpack slung over her shoulders.

"I thought you weren’t coming anymore."

Raon shook his head as he looked at her.

Now that they were already leaving, it would be best to create some distance, to say something that would make her let go of any lingering attachment.

"…Why haven’t you left yet?"

Rensia lowered her gaze, asking why they were still here.

‘Is this my last chance?’

Something about her made him feel like she was about to say something important.

Quietly, he manipulated the mana in the air, forming an energy barrier to prevent any sound from escaping.

"Why should I leave like I’m running away?"

Raon shook his head, as if to say he wasn’t afraid of the people in this city.

"You might not realize it, but I have more money than you think. There’s nothing for me to be scared of."

He flicked the gold coin he was holding between his fingers, as if to emphasize his point.

"There are things in this world that money can’t solve. The sooner you leave, the better it will be for you, Sir Kayden."

Rensia bit her lip, shattering the composed mask she had kept at the beach.

"That just makes me want to stay even more. I want to see who’s bothering you and who might try to get in my way."

Raon smirked and tilted his chin upward arrogantly.

At that moment, Rensia slowly set down her blue backpack on the floor—

Then, without warning, she lifted her shirt.

"W-wait! What are you—Ah!"

Raon had started to rise from his chair to stop her—but froze in place instead.

A grotesque, black heart-like object protruded from the right side of her waist.

Thump!

The moment he saw the black heart pulse, a chilling sensation ran down his spine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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