The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 939

 Chapter 939

 

"You're saying you can fix my constitution?"

Olga froze as if she had just heard something completely unimaginable.

“To be exact, it’s not really changing your constitution. It’s more like fixing all the damaged parts you’ve wrung out of yourself to extract holy power.”

Raon clicked his tongue as he looked at the black lines engraved all over Olga’s body.

There were even more of them than when she first arrived here, making it clear that she had pushed herself again in this war to draw out her holy power.

"Those black scars will probably disappear too."

"You’re saying you can do that? How?"

Olga’s red lips trembled as if she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.

"My friend knows how."

From the moment Wrath first saw her, he had recognized Olga’s condition and explained that even among demons, there were cases like hers.

With Raon having reached the realm of Transcendence and Wrath’s knowledge and perception, fixing Olga’s constitution wasn’t an impossible task.

“Hmm…”

Olga bit her lip slightly as she looked at the black lines covering her right hand.

“This isn’t just backlash from holy power. It’s my past and my present.”

She stroked the black lines etched on her arm with a trembling hand.

“……”

Raon quietly lowered his hand and kept his mouth shut, giving her space to speak.

“Did I ever tell you? I was born with more holy power than anyone. That’s why I was given the title of saintess, even though it doesn’t really suit me.”

Olga clenched her trembling hand into a fist. The black lines running along her fingers made it look like she was wearing black gloves.

“I had nearly infinite holy power, but the body that had to handle it wasn’t all that different from other people’s. It’s like having a flood of water, but trying to hold it in a bottle made of paper.”

She pressed her nail against her melted, blackened skin, as if to say, isn’t it funny?

“When I use holy power at the level of a high priest, it feels like my skin is melting from the pain. No—my body really is melting.”

She pointed to the black lines that couldn’t even be hidden by tattoos anymore and let out a quiet laugh.

“But I was happy. Helping others with my power brought me joy far beyond the pain.”

She turned to look out the window, where the sea reflected faint light, and smiled gently as if lost in a memory.

“But people started wanting more and more from me. The damn bastards didn’t care about my pain or my feelings.”

She let out a bitter laugh and took a cigarette from her pocket, placing it in her mouth.

“I wanted to help many people, but before I knew it, I was only dealing with the rich and powerful.”

Maybe because she still thought of herself as a patient, she didn’t light the cigarette and instead gripped it quietly in her hand.

“So I stopped acting like a saintess and started behaving more like a thug, doing whatever I wanted. I left the rich, who weren’t in urgent need, and went to the slums to help dying children. I ignored nobles with shallow cuts on their fingers and went to the battlefield to heal dying soldiers with holy power.”

She smiled brightly, saying that made her much happier.

“Using my power the way I wanted made the pain bearable. At some point, people started calling me the ‘Trash Saintess,’ but I actually liked that. Of course, our kingdom tried everything they could to hide that nickname.” She gave a playful wave of her hand, as if the memory amused her.

“So I’m fine. These scars are marks of my glory, and if I control my holy power properly, I should be able to live for quite a while. Don’t worry about me.”

She shook her head calmly, saying she didn’t need any treatment.

“That’s not true.”

Raon shook his head as he looked into Olga’s eyes.

“Hmm? What’s not true…”

“Both.”

He raised his finger and shook his head.

“You know it better than anyone. You don’t have much time left.”

Raon pointed at the black markings on her skin.

“Your holy power keeps getting stronger. The power that melts your body just by using it continues to build up, and there’s no way your body can endure it. Sooner or later, it will inevitably collapse.”

Olga had said with her own mouth that she possessed more holy power than anyone. On the other hand, since her body was ordinary, before long, not just her skin but even her bones and muscles would begin to melt.

“If it gets to that point, even if you want to fix it, you won’t be able to. You’ll die without even being able to lie in bed for a few months.”

“Hmm…”

Olga furrowed her brows, as if she already knew it herself.

“And besides, you're worried about those scars, aren't you?”

Raon smiled faintly and pointed at the black lines that looked as if they would soon cover all of Olga’s skin.

"Wh-what nonsense! I'm not worried at all!"

Olga shook her head vigorously, denying it.

“You always say women shouldn’t have scars when you treat them. Just two days ago, when you were treating Rensia, you took her back again, saying you had to erase the scar.”

She always said a woman’s skin must be free of scars, and tried in every possible way to erase the scars.

That was both a desire and a form of care, trying to give to others the beautiful skin she herself could no longer have.

Even though her own skin had melted black, she used her holy power freely for others, refusing to let them suffer in the same way. She was far more good-hearted than she let on.

“N-No, that’s not it! You idiot! You Moron! You Dumbo!”

Olga’s face turned red as she violently shook her head.

“Dumbo? I’m not sure what that means.”

Raon gave a soft chuckle at her flustered state.

“Anyway, you’re coming with me to Zieghart. I’ll fix you no matter what.”

“But…”

Olga didn’t respond immediately. She bit down hard on her lip.

“If there’s something to gain, there’s also something to lose. To fix me, you’ll have to make a great sacrifice too…”

Even with her own life on the line, Olga thought of him first. She said herself that she wasn’t a saintess, but she had a heart more saintly than anyone else.

“Well, I might get a little exhausted, but I won’t have to sacrifice anything major. Like I said, I have a guide.”

With the Ragged Saint Federick in Zieghart and Wrath knowing the method, they could fix Olga without too much trouble. Though it would be exhausting.

“Urgh…”

Olga slightly opened her lips as if she had nothing more to say.

“I’ll give you that snow-white skin you want so much…”

“I don’t want it!”

She shouted in denial and stormed out of the medical room. It seemed she was extremely embarrassed her true feelings had been exposed.

“Stay here. Don’t go back to Schper.”

Only after he spoke those final words did the sound of her footsteps fade. That meant Olga wouldn’t head to Schper and would instead go with him to Zieghart.

Looks like you really want to save her no matter what.

‘She helped me a lot this time, and… I just want someone like her to live a long life.’

Saintess Olga was someone who could play a greater role than a Transcender in the wars to come.

But beyond her value, Raon simply wanted to save her as one person to another.

Fwooooosh—

As Raon was smiling while looking at the door to the medical room that Olga had left slightly open, a pink current descended from midair with a gloomy form.

[Wrath…]

Lust’s sultry voice brushed past his ear with a chilling touch.

[I know you came to the human world with a special purpose. But I'd prefer you not to be too close to other women, wouldn't you agree?]

Within the pink current, she revealed her chilling eyes, reminding him of their promise.

Kyaaaaaa!

The moment Wrath saw Lust’s eyes, he let out a scream and dove under the bed.

What are we gonna do about that stalker?! She’s already completely nuts!

He trembled, saying Lust's <Lust> was flaring up excessively.

"It is different."

Raon calmly shook his head, looking into Lust’s eyes.

“The way the King of Essence feels about that girl is completely different from how he feels about you.”

He said nothing more and closed his mouth.

[Different? Different…]

Lust repeated the word “different” as she showed a blank look in her eyes.

[That’s right. I’m different.]

As if satisfied with the word “different,” she let out a fluttering breath near his ear and then vanished once more into the air.

Uh…?

Wrath blinked blankly.

What the hell does “different” mean, that it made that stalker satisfied?!

He tilted his head, as if he truly didn’t get it.

‘It’s exactly what you heard.’

Then why did that stalker react like that!

‘People often hear what they want to hear. Lust interpreted the word "different" the way she wanted to.’

He said that’s probably why she felt satisfied and backed off, and chuckled.

The way she wanted? …W-wait a minute!

Wrath rolled his eyes left and right, then suddenly screamed.

Then that means he’ll be the one who has to deal with it all later, doesn’t it!

‘…That’s right?’

That’s right, my ass! Are you seriously out of your mind?!

He let out an exasperated breath, as if he couldn’t believe it.

He’s seriously going crazy here! How did the King of Essence end up with a lunatic like this?!

Wrath trembled all over as he looked at Lust’s pink current fluttering around with satisfaction.

‘Blessings come to those who endure.’

You’re the one making it impossible to endure!

Just as Wrath let out a shrill screech and rushed at him, hurried footsteps could be heard from outside the medical room.

Thud!

Perhaps Olga had informed them, Burren, Martha, Runaan, and the swordsmen of the Light Wind Palace all burst through the door at once.

However, the first one to step into the room wasn’t them.

“Raon.”

Glenn, who appeared from who-knows-where, entered the room first and stood in front of his bed.

“Are you alright?”

He still looked deeply worried, his eyebrows furrowed.

“My head feels a little dizzy, but everything else is fine.”

Raon raised his arm as he spoke, saying he was feeling better so that Glenn wouldn’t worry.

“I see. That’s a relief.”

Glenn nodded, but his eyes dropped slightly, unable to meet Raon’s gaze properly.

“……”

Raon tilted his chin slightly as he looked at Glenn avoiding his eyes. It was a stark contrast to when Glenn had hugged him in front of everyone just days ago. It left him confused again.

“Ahem! As long as you’re safe, that’s enough. I’ll take my leave.”

As if he had only come to check Raon’s condition, Glenn awkwardly turned his body and left the medical room.

“Oh? Head of House? You’re already leaving?”

Roenn’s voice came from outside the door. He seemed surprised that Glenn was leaving so quickly.

“Y-Yes, I saw that he was awake, so that’s enough.”

Glenn's voice trembled slightly as he dragged Roenn away.

“I think he’s embarrassed.”

Martha chuckled as she looked toward the door Glenn had exited through.

“He suddenly hugged Raon and us, and now he can’t even look us in the eye…”

Burren scratched the back of his head and gave an awkward laugh.

“I liked it, though.”

Runaan licked her lips and said she liked it because it felt like meeting a real grandfather.

“I see…”

Raon looked down at the spot Glenn had been standing and gave a faint smile. Just as he’d guessed, Glenn must have been overwhelmed with emotion two days ago.

“How’s the situation outside?”

“Almost wrapped up.”

Martha lifted her chin slightly.

“There were more people with black hearts implanted than we thought, but thankfully, the Schper priests helped with the removal process, so we were able to get rid of all of them.”

She gave a thumbs-up, saying that not only had they helped destroy the Black Tower, but they had also saved the people of Montiro.

“That’s a relief.”

It seemed the priests and clerics from Schper were a great help not only in the battle against the Black Tower, but also in the recovery afterward. He was glad he called them, and thankful they came.

“After hearing that the Black Tower had fallen, lots of people came to volunteer. Not just neutral factions on our side, but even those who were lost and didn’t know where to go.”

Burren pointed outside, saying that the place felt livelier than it did during its resort days.

“Even if this place goes back to being a resort, it’ll probably do better than before. After all, people can come see the ruins of the Black Tower.”

He smiled, saying there was no need to worry about Montiro.

“Ah…!”

Runaan raised her hand as if she’d just remembered something.

“There’s been talk about a little kid who’s eating up all the food lately…”

She bowed her head slightly, saying all the restaurants were running out of ingredients.

“Ah, right. If there hadn’t been supplies coming in from all over the continent, everyone might’ve gone hungry. I heard a small child’s been eating up meals and desserts all day long.”

Burren gave a dry laugh, saying he’d heard the same thing.

“Haa…”

Raon let out a short sigh.

That damned glutton!

‘It must be Gluttony…’

Since he had asked her to wait, it seemed Gluttony had been devouring all the food while waiting here.

It seemed he needed to get up quickly, meet her, and give her money.

‘Demon kings really are all strange, without exception.’

As he let out a short sigh while looking at Lust, who was still lingering in the air, the door to the medical room opened once again, and Chamber, her entire body wrapped in bandages, entered together with Rensia.

“Sir Raon!”

The moment she saw him, Rensia ran forward and threw herself into his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re safe!”

She said she had heard he suddenly collapsed and had been worried, tears welling in her eyes.

“I passed out because I was exhausted. It’s just a slight headache. You don’t need to worry.”

Raon patted Rensia’s trembling back gently.

“A headache is the most dangerous thing, you know. That’s why I’m in recovery like this.”

Chamber shook her head as she rolled a candy around in her mouth.

“Are you feeling better now, Lady Chamber?”

“Do I look like I am? I feel like I’m dying.”

She furrowed her brow, saying her head still felt like it was going to split.

“But if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be on the verge of dying, I’d be actually dead. Thank you.”

Chamber placed her small hand on Raon’s shoulder, saying he had really fought well.

“No, that’s not true. If you hadn’t stepped up at the end, there’s no way we could have won.”

It was the truth. Between himself and the Black Tower’s master, there had been a vast gap. If Chamber hadn’t resolved herself to die and used her ultimate spell, the one who would have died would have been him.

“You’re as humble as ever.”

Chamber let out a dry laugh, as if she had expected that response.

“You don’t seem like someone who’s received that kind of nickname.”

“A nickname like that?”

Raon blinked, as if to ask what she meant.

“You’ve gotten a new nickname.”

Chamber took the candy from her mouth and pointed it at him like a sword.

“A name that, unlike before, is close to being that of a continental absolute.”

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