The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 909

 Chapter 909

 

"Aquarium…."

Rensia quivered her lips as she repeated the words about destroying the aquarium.

‘Did he remember what I said?’

When she had first explained Montiro’s situation to Kayden, she had described it as a filthy aquarium and herself as the oyster that purified it. It seemed he still remembered her words, as he had now declared that he would destroy the aquarium.

‘My heart aches...’

The fact that Kayden and his companions had come back to save her and Montiro filled her with such overwhelming gratitude that it hurt, so much so that she felt a deep, throbbing pain in her chest.

She was grateful. More than anything, she wanted to offer him her soul just to express how deeply thankful she was.

But to save Kayden, she could not accept his kindness.

“Hoo….”

Suppressing the unbearable pain in her chest, Rensia looked at Raon.

“There’s something I haven’t told you.”

She had deliberately kept quiet about this, fearing it might cause more trouble. But now, she had no choice.

“The faction that rules Montiro...”

Clenching her fists tightly, she parted her dry lips.

“It's the Black Tower of the Five Demons. One of the factions that rule this continent. If you’re not of the same level, you can never defeat them.”

Her eyes dimmed with resignation, as if she had accepted her fate, and she gave a small nod.

"Right now, you still have a chance. If you pretend to be ordinary tourists and leave as soon as possible, you might escape. But whatever you do, never come back."

She forced a smile, the same doll-like expression she always wore. As if to say she was fine.

“The Black Tower of the Five Demons.”

Raon calmly repeated the name of the Black Tower.

“I knew from the beginning that the Black Tower was here.”

Now that he had fully grasped the mana flow of this place, he quietly set up an energy barrier to ensure no one else could sense them, a faint smile on his lips.

“What?”

Rensia’s eyes widened. She stared at him, bewildered.

"How… how could you know that…?"

"Because only the Five Demons would commit something this vile."

Raon casually picked up a blackened scrap of trash from the pristine sand and flicked his chin.

“… Sir Kayden, just who are you…?”

Rensia looked at Raon with a dazed expression, as if struggling to comprehend what was happening.

“There’s something I haven’t told you either.”

Raon gestured for her to sit back down beside him.

“Mm…”

Rensia, her hands trembling, held her waist as she slowly lowered herself to sit beside him.

“My name is Raon Zieghart. I am the master of the Light Wind Palace of Zieghart.”

Raon looked into Rensia’s quivering eyes and offered a faint smile.

“We are stronger than the Black Tower.”

*   *   *

Raon led the still-stunned Rensia into the lodging he had reserved in advance.

"Light Wind Palace master…."

Rensia murmured the title repeatedly, as if she still couldn’t believe it.

“Have you heard of it?”

Raon gestured to a chair and asked.

“O-Of course I have….”

Rensia nodded, pressing her trembling hands together.

"Even my younger siblings know about it."

A swordsman who had slain two ancient dragons and recently cut down the DemonBlade of the Five Divine Orders. A prodigy said to be the greatest genius in history. A swordsman who had reached Transcendence in his twenties.

There wasn’t a single person who didn’t know his name.

“So you’re that Rensia.”

Martha approached Rensia and gently ruffled her hair.

“You endured well. It must have been incredibly difficult…”

Her lips were pressed together tightly, as if recalling her own painful past through Rensia.

"Yeah… you’re strong."

Runaan carefully moved closer and, after a brief hesitation, softly embraced Rensia.

"And admirable."

Perhaps remembering her own childhood, Runaan softly embraced Rensia.

"You recognized our palace master immediately, but what about me?"

Dorian grinned and nodded toward her.

"…Sir Kevin? Have you gained that much weight in just a month?"

Rensia blinked at Dorian, who had grown noticeably rounder in just a month.

"This guy’s weight fluctuates like a rubber band. Don’t worry about it."

Burren shook his head with an exasperated sigh, then knelt down on one knee before Rensia.

"I’m impressed. Even in such a hopeless situation, you put others before yourself and took care of your younger siblings. You are far greater than any of us."

His sincerity was evident as he lowered his head in acknowledgment.

“I agree.”

Mark Gotten smiled slightly.

“If it were me, I would’ve given up long ago. You have the talent to become a warrior.”

"These people are...?"

"They are my comrades."

Raon didn’t call them subordinates, he called them comrades, his smile deepening.

“And this isn’t all of us. There are many more outside, already preparing to erase the Black Tower.”

He nodded slowly, as if confirming that they were steadily preparing to destroy the Black Tower.

“Really….”

Rensia’s dry eyes glistened as transparent droplets welled up. Even when she had left this place, she hadn’t shed a tear. But now, a thin line of tears trailed down her cheeks.

"Can you really destroy the Black Tower? Will everyone truly be able to live freely?"

Clasping her hands together, she whispered the one thing she had always wished for.

“Yes. I can promise you that.”

Raon reassured her with a firm nod.

“But there is something I need you to do.”

“Something I have to do…?”

Rensia lifted her tear-stained gaze.

“The black heart implanted in you serves as a dimensional gate, it absorbs the demonic energy and energy of death that rises from Montiro and transfers it to the Black Tower. We planned to trace the flow of that black heart in reverse so we could open a path leading straight to the tower.”

Raon took a deep breath as he explained the situation.

“Thanks to the efforts of many, we’ve completed the magic for it. But there’s a problem.”

“A problem…?”

"We need the core of the barrier that connects to the Black Tower. Only with that can we pinpoint its exact location and open the dimensional gate."

Chamber and the Balkar mages had worked tirelessly, developing a spell capable of revealing the hidden dimension where the Black Tower resided.

However, to activate it, they needed something currently linked to the Black Tower.

And right now, the only thing that could serve that purpose was the black heart embedded in Rensia’s body.

"…So the core is my black heart."

Rensia immediately grasped the meaning of his words and nodded.

"Can you do this for us?"

“I…”

Her fingers trembled as she clenched them into a fist, forcing strength into her wavering resolve. Slowly, she lifted her gaze.

“What… what do I need to do?”

“One hour.”

Raon raised a single finger.

“For one hour, you must remain at the center of the barrier while the spell is being cast. However….”

He took a deep breath, looking away for a moment.

"During that time, your black heart must remain fully exposed. It’s going to be excruciating. And because of the mana flow forming the magic circle, the pain will likely be even worse."

It was an ordeal that would bring her unbearable suffering, but right now, it was the only way to pull the Black Tower out of hiding.

“….”

Rensia didn’t answer immediately, lowering her head.

‘Can I endure it?’

Even merely drawing out the black heart was beyond excruciating. Knowing she’d have to endure an even greater pain for a full hour sent cold sweat trickling down her back.

‘But….’

This was probably her last chance.

She had been shackled to the Black Tower since birth. Though she had already endured countless hardships and despair, she no longer cared if she died here. But her younger siblings, they deserved a life that wasn’t just a facade of happiness, but real happiness.

‘That’s right. I endured that surgery, didn't I?’

Felix had cut open her chest without anesthesia when he re-implanted her black heart. If she had survived that agony, then one hour of pain was nothing.

“I can do it.”

Rensia made her decision and slowly lifted her head.

"I endured having my chest cut open with a blade infused with demonic energy. I can withstand this for an hour."

Clenching her small hands into fists, she steeled herself.

“I should be impressed, but the more I listen to her, the angrier I get.”

Martha bit her lip so hard it started to bleed.

“Yeah. I’m boiling inside…”

Runaan pressed an ice chip to her forehead, her usually blank eyes narrowing just a little.

“Me too. But let’s listen for now.”

Burren raised his finger to his lips, urging them to stay quiet.

"The barrier enclosing Montiro is structured as a five-pointed magic formation."

As he unfolded a map of Montiro, Raon traced the lines of the barrier concealing the Black Tower.

"We’re going to create an inverted pentagram in opposition to it, opening a dimensional gate that leads directly to the Black Tower."

“…Huh?”

Rensia blinked.

"Wait. If that magic is activated, won’t the Black Tower’s demonized humans come rushing out to stop us? How are we supposed to hold them off for an hour?"

"As I said, we’re creating a pentagram over the existing one. Because of that, the Black Tower itself won’t be able to open a gate on their end, nor will they receive any information about what’s happening here. We’ll be creating a completely isolated space."

Chamber had taken extreme precautions to ensure the spell remained undetected.

The Black Tower wouldn’t realize the spell had activated until the dimension was already open.

“However, unlike the Black Tower, the demonized demons within Montiro will sense the activation of the magic circle.”

"Then that means we’ll have to defend all five points of the pentagram."

“Exactly.”

Raon nodded, confirming her conclusion.

That little one… now that she’s showing her true self, she’s no ordinary girl.

Wrath smacked his lips in interest.

‘Yeah. But she seems more suited for magic than martial arts.’

From what Raon observed, Rensia had more talent for magic than swordsmanship.

"It won’t just be us. The Zieghart swordsmen scattered throughout Montiro will protect you and the magic circle’s five points."

Raon reassured her with a gentle smile.

"I’ll do it. No… I’ll make sure it happens."

Rensia wasn’t doing this for herself.

She was doing it for her siblings.

For the people of Montiro.

And so, she ignited the small but unyielding flame of courage within her.

"But please… you have to destroy the Black Tower."

“No.”

Raon grasped Rensia’s hand and shook his head.

“We will destroy it together.”

*   *   *

“Today is the day.”

Raon clasped his hands together, looking at those who would be at the heart of today's operation.

"By the end of today, the name of the Black Tower will be erased from this world."

Over the past week, they had been moving throughout Montiro, planting barrier artifacts crafted by Chamber at strategic points to form a pentagram across the land.

Chamber had confirmed that the setup was complete, and with the entire city's attention focused on the weekly arena fights, today presented the perfect opportunity to act.

“Hoo….”

Dorian trembled as he lowered his head, his legs visibly shaking.

"Are you that scared?"

Krein clicked his tongue in disappointment.

"No, it’s not scary this time. Today… I’m more angry than scared."

Dorian clenched his lips. This wasn’t the usual trembling of fear—it was rage. Rage at the Black Tower, at what they had done.

For someone like Dorian to say such a thing… it meant he had truly reached his limit.

"That’s the first thing you’ve said that I actually like."

Martha chuckled and threw an arm around his shoulder.

"That’s the right attitude. If you see a demonized human, wipe them out."

She tilted her chin up, making it clear, leave none alive.

“Yeah… I’ll freeze them all….”

Runaan nodded, her cold energy swirling around her like a bitter frost, so intense that it even reminded Raon of Wrath.

"I hate to ruin the mood, but for now, our job is to hold our ground. Stay focused."

Raon lowered both hands, drawing everyone’s attention.

"Here’s the final briefing. Once the spell is activated, neither Rensia nor I will be able to move. Lady Chamber, who will be casting the magic from a distance, will also be completely occupied. And the Central Martial Palace master must remain at the base to protect her."

Placing a hand on Rensia’s shoulder, he lifted his chin.

"That means for one full hour, no, for at least the first thirty minutes when the demonized humans notice and charge at us, you will have to hold the line without backup. Can you handle that?"

Raon’s gaze swept across the swordsmen of the Light Wind Palace swordsmen, his eyes gleaming with a challenging intensity.

"If that’s your command, we’ll hold out for as long as needed."

Burren bowed his head, unwavering.

"Hold the line? No. We’ll crush them."

Martha scoffed and cracked her neck as if she was stretching for battle.

"Yeah. We’ll handle it…."

Runaan blinked slowly, as if to say there was no need to worry.

"I endured twenty years. Thirty minutes is nothing."

Mark Goetten chuckled, brushing his hand over the hilt of his saber.

“My job is to protect our palace master, then?”

The Warring Steel division leader Trevin smacked his lips.

"No. You’ll be stationed at the southern coastline. It’s the farthest point from the center and the most dangerous location."

"Sending me to the most dangerous spot, huh? I can’t decide if I should be flattered or offended."

He laughed, amused by their trust in him.

"Burren, you’ll take the left. Sir Mark Goetten, the right. Dorian and Krein, you’ll cover the upper left. And at the upper right, Balkar’s Morrell Kazan will hold position."

Raon assigned positions and nodded.

"The Light Wind Palace and the Central Martial Palace swordsmen who infiltrated Montiro will provide support, and there are a few others as well. So don’t worry about the rear, just focus on holding your ground."

Over the past week, every swordsman from the Light Wind Palace and the Central Martial Palace had successfully entered Montiro.

Once the battle began, they too would reveal themselves and draw their swords.

‘Though there is one thing that’s still missing….’

The reinforcement group they had requested hadn’t arrived yet. But they could delay no longer.

"Huh? What about me?"

"Me too…."

Martha and Runaan frowned, realizing they hadn’t been assigned roles.

“You two will protect us.”

Raon placed his hand on Rensia’s shoulder and smiled.

“Just the two of us?”

"You two seem to be the best match for Rensia."

*   *   *

Basking under the scorching sunlight, Raon sat by the fountain in the center of Montiro.

“Haa….”

Rensia let out a low breath as she stood beside him.

“Are you ready?”

Raon lowered his chin slightly as he looked at her.

"I’ve already said my goodbyes to my siblings. No matter what happens now, I won’t have any regrets."

“So your siblings are your driving force.”

“Yes.”

Rensia nodded resolutely.

"I wanted to give back what my older sister once gave me. So that those kids wouldn’t have to endure the same pain I did."

She smiled faintly, making it clear that she wasn’t doing this for herself, but for her siblings and the people of Montiro.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what will happen. And that includes you.”

Raon gave a gentle smile as he patted Rencia’s head.

Saying she’s admirable doesn’t even feel like enough.

‘Yeah. She had to become an adult at an age when she should have been allowed to rely on others.’

Haa….

Wrath let out a long sigh, as if saddened that Rensia had matured too quickly.

‘It’s okay.’

Raon shook his head with a faint smile.

‘We’ll erase the Black Tower and make sure she can act her age.’

He placed a necklace with a transparent jewel around Rencia’s neck, holding it carefully in his hands.

“It’s starting.”

“Yes!”

Rensia responded with the brightest voice he had ever heard from her. It was enough to fill him with confidence as well.

“Thank you.”

Raon embraced Rensia briefly before infusing mana into the jewel on her necklace.

Wuuuuuuung!

A small flame flickered above the transparent jewel, its glow spreading across the ground. Once the flame filled the entire jewel, the dimensional gate to the Black Tower would open.

“One hour.”

Raon held Rensia’s trembling hand, his expression calm and reassuring.

“Let’s endure it together.”

 

 

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