The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1000

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Chapter 1000

Roooooaaarrr!

Rocta, transformed into the shape of a Blue Dragon, exhaled a breath of freezing cold that turned the knights rushing toward Evelyn into massive shards of ice along with the Castle Wall itself.

[Uncle.]

Evelyn sent a mana message to Rocta, who had soared high into the sky to evade spells and sword strikes.

[Try not to kill the people of the Kingdom if you can help it.]

It was true that the citizens of the Roser Kingdom had insulted the Para and thrown stones, but they had all been deceived by the King and the nobles.

My goal was not massacre but vengeance, so I needed to direct my blade only at the King, the Sage, and the nobles—the true architects of all this suffering.

[Of course, I understand.]

Rocta gave a small nod.

[I’ve already instructed the others not to commit needless slaughter. Rest assured.]

He advised her to focus only on the battle before them, then trampled the newly arrived knights beneath his feet.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The knights crushed beneath Rocta’s feet became crumpled fragments of steel, scattered into the corners.

“Erase the Roser Kingdom, you say….”

The Sage let out a hollow laugh as he watched the King wither away and die.

“I’m afraid that even if you kill that old man, the Roser Kingdom will not disappear.”

He shook his head, explaining that a kingdom as a concept does not vanish so easily.

“The Prime Minister calls the King an old man….”

Evelyn tilted her chin as she regarded the Sage.

“At last, you reveal your true nature.”

She had known from the beginning that the Sage controlled the King and this nation, so she let out a scoff of derision.

“You’re right that the concept of a kingdom doesn’t disappear easily. But….”

Evelyn’s eyes turned cold and sharp as she curled her lips into a cruel smile.

“If the Royal Capital, you, and all the nobles die, then everything will change.”

She laid bare the fury accumulated over more than a decade, declaring that she would bring ruin upon this kingdom.

“W-Merlin….”
“What on earth are you doing!”
“You’re not this kind of person!”

The mages who had been offering congratulations moments before trembled and cried out in horror.

“Merlin!”
“What have you done!”
“Commanding Monsters and Dragons—you’re not even a priestess of the Dragon of Ruin, so why!”

Those who had broken through her emotional walls to become her friends wept and called out for her to return.

“Damned woman!”
“So you were one of the Para Race all along….”
“You demon! You hid your identity all this time for revenge!”
“Kill her! Kill that woman at once!”

The masters from the Magic Tower who had taught her sorcery and shown her the life of nobility hurled accusations at her.

“That’s right.”

Evelyn let out a brazen laugh to conceal her wavering emotions.

“It was all according to my plan. I hid my identity for revenge, lurked in enemy territory, and grew stronger. For the sake of my kinfolk who died without knowing anything!”

She stamped her foot, declaring that she had lived solely for revenge until this very moment.

“If you wish to live, step back. As the wicked woman who mocked the Kingdom….”

Evelyn steadied her wavering resolve and glared at the Sage.

“I will slay that Monster and tear down this abhorrent Kingdom.”

Remembering her mother who had crushed the Sage’s face, she clenched her fist, infused with mana.

“You have grown splendidly. It seems the rain of vengeance always nourishes seeds into robust growth.”

The Sage met Evelyn’s cold gaze and leisurely curved his lips into a smile.

“However, ten years is a brief span. Even a genius cannot change so much in that time.”

As he extended his hand in jest, brilliant white light erupted and surged across Merlin’s entire body.

Whoooosh!

The magic arrived at a speed even high-ranking knights could not react to, yet Evelyn had already perceived it, opening her palm to concentrate her mana.

Hummmmmm!

The mana blooming from Evelyn’s fingertips conjured a shield of flame and frost, utterly consuming the Sage’s luminous magic.

Craaaaaaash!

The Sage’s magic dissolved pathetically without ever reaching Evelyn.

“To erase impact entirely through elemental harmony—an intriguing method indeed.”

He nodded with interest and brought two fingers together.

Fwooooom!

The power of an incantation bloomed from beneath the Sage’s feet, spreading outward in all directions.

Crackle crackle crackle!

An invisible pressure dominated the space, beginning to crush Evelyn’s body as if to flatten it completely.

“Yes. I’ve experienced this curse before.”

Even as Evelyn endured the Sage’s curse pressing down upon her entire body, she did not lose her smile.

“It hasn’t changed much.”

This curse was the one the Sage had wielded ten years ago when Rocta fled with her. Having experienced it once, she remembered it with absolute clarity.

“Just like my mother, I don’t fall for the same thing twice.”

Evelyn thinned the mana at her fingertips and raised an invisible blade that severed the flow of the curse.

Shwooooosh!

The mana blade cut through with brilliant intensity, and the pressure of the curse the Sage had invoked vanished in an instant.

“What?”

The Sage furrowed his brows in utter disbelief.

“So that’s what it is.”

As Evelyn smiled and brought her hands together, the mana of nature moved violently, transforming into invisible chains that wrapped around the Sage.

“What is this….”

As the Sage’s eyes widened in shock, the mana chains grew thick and heavy, shattering his shoulders and ribs.

Crunch-crack-crack!

Bones and organs within shattered to pieces as the Sage hung limply in the air as if dead.

Sizzle-crackle-pop!

As Evelyn clenched her fist, the Sage’s body crumbled like dried autumn leaves, sinking into blood-soaked earth.

Roooaaaargh!

Since the Sage might resurrect again, I doused his mangled corpse in blue flames and incinerated it.

“Gasp….”
“No, the Sage… suffering such a fate….”
“This can’t be real!”

The knights and nobles shrieked as they watched the Sage’s body burn. They seemed utterly unprepared for the man they called the Sage to die so easily.

“Forget about this Monster—you should worry about yourselves instead.”

Evelyn scattered the mana she’d condensed in her palm across the empty air. Blue light connected like constellations, piercing through the hearts of the nobles and knights surrounding her.

“No!”
“S-stop it!”
“Use your aura to block the mana!”

The knights desperately tried to defend themselves, but magic that transcended their tier shattered their auras, tearing through their necks and hearts.

“Even for a Grand Mage, how is such magic possible….”
“She’s borrowed power from the Demon Race! There’s no other explanation!”
“A demon….”
“We should have killed all the Para….”
“Cursed creatures. The Sage was right about Para being Demons….”

The knights and nobles died cursing Evelyn, insisting that day’s actions had been justified.

“M-Merlin. Even if your race suffered so, this revenge solves nothing!”
“That’s right! It only perpetuates hell!”
“This is mere slaughter! Please stop!”
“Defeat the Monsters! You demon!”

The kingdom’s people either bowed their heads begging for the war to end, or hurled curses at me.

I felt nauseous.

These humans had turned a blind eye when innocent Para were slaughtered, yet now they screamed and begged for mercy at the sparks falling before their feet—the hypocrisy was so revolting it made me laugh.

“As you said….”

Evelyn nodded as she stepped across the blood-soaked earth.

“I am a demon. The monsters, the mobs that assailed you—I summoned them all.”

Until now, she had killed only those connected to the massacre of the Para Race. Certainly, some among them had been innocent, but having already begun this war, she could not stop. She acknowledged what she had become—a demon.

“But it was you who summoned this demon into this world.”

With a bitter laugh, she tore out the throats of the nobles who had muttered their hypocritical double standards.

Whoooosh!

The Sage had pierced through the flames in the meantime and was resurrecting, rolling his shoulders.

‘He’s alive again.’

She was not alarmed. Even after Evelyn’s Mother had shattered the Sage’s face, his mana had not diminished—she was certain of it.

“You have certainly changed.”

The Sage nodded calmly, his composure unshaken.

“Yet in the end, you will fall. Just as your mother did.”

He smiled coldly and brought his fingers together.

Boom!

The Sage’s incantation traveled through the earth and summoned a colossal plant from the heart of the Royal Capital. Monsters and warriors who had breached the Castle Wall were ensnared by the plant’s tendrils, becoming nothing but crimson pulp.

Whooom!

The Sage didn’t stop there, summoning red-skinned Monsters from among the corpses to block the path ahead of the creatures.

“Ahhhhh!”
“Sage!”
“Please save us!”

The people of the Kingdom praised him, ignoring even the fact that the Sage had died and been resurrected. They had already chosen a new king.

“To be honest, it was becoming a bit bothersome….”

The Sage lowered his voice so only Evelyn could hear.

“Thank you for disposing of him without my having to lift a finger.”

As his fingertips moved, a hole tore through the King’s neck behind Evelyn, and a torrent of blood cascaded down.

“Gack….”

The King reached toward the Sage before his breath cut short and he collapsed. His end—he who had craved youth—was far more grotesque than anyone deserved.

“So you meant to devour this Kingdom from the very beginning.”

Evelyn twisted her lips into a smile as she gazed upon the dead King.

“But it will matter little. This Kingdom will vanish today.”

As the colossal plant stem reached skyward toward Rocta, she wove her incantation and released a cascade of pristine snow.

Craaaaaack!

The moment the delicate snowflakes touched the massive stem, the plant—vast as a palace—transformed into a single block of ice in an instant.

“I’ve accumulated enough favor….”

The Sage smiled and brought two fingers together.

“Now, let us truly begin.”

He nodded as though this moment marked the real commencement, and opened the Mental World.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

The heavens split asunder, and the legendary heroes of myth descend.

Shinryeo, who ascended to godhood through martial mastery alone; Yeomra, who transcended the Demon Realm within a mortal frame; and Jecheon, who shattered the heavens with a single staff—their crimson eyes blazed as they raised their weapons toward Evelyn.

Boom boom boom boom!

Black chasms tore open across the Battlefield itself, and the Seven Demon Lords of the Demon Realm along with their demonic beasts poured forth.

It felt as though every myth and calamity in the world was being unleashed upon this place.

Uuuuoooong!

The Sage had not merely deployed the highest-tier sorcery—he had also prepared the fastest magic utilizing light itself. His resolve to kill Evelyn was absolute.

‘A counterfeit, yet genuine nonetheless.’

Evelyn brought two fingers together, harmonizing the mana of her heart with the mana of nature.
The moment her consciousness touched the mana flowing like a single thread, the mythic and calamitous monsters surging before her eyes split apart as though cleaved by a white line.

Shhwaaaaaaack!

Space magic. Originally a translocation spell that merely shifted one’s position, it had been refined into a severance magic that carved through space itself.

Splooooorch!

The Sage, who stood behind the wave of sorcery, had his body torn in half without even comprehending what had befallen him.

“S-space severance?”

The Sage exhaled roughly as he witnessed not only his own body but the space behind him had been severed.

Uuuuoooong!

Yet his body began to restore itself to its original form as though time itself were being reversed.

“Hah….”
“W-wait, Sage?”

The people trembled, their jaws quivering as they now sensed something unnatural about the Sage’s resurrection.

“Do not worry. I shall dispose of that demon as swiftly as possible.”

The Sage smiled and waved his hand, then suddenly went rigid.

“Huh?”

He widened his eyes upon noticing his right pinky finger had vanished.

“Looking for this?”

Evelyn rolled what appeared to be the Sage’s finger between her palms, curling her lips into a smile.

“Now I understand. That method of resurrection, too.”

Just before death, the Sage had simultaneously employed magic to decelerate his body’s time and incantations of regeneration, creating a phenomenon that resembled resurrection. It appeared impressive, but in truth, it was nothing remarkable.

“You….”

The Sage’s eyes widened as he watched his finger dissolve within Evelyn’s magic.

“Yes. Finally you’ve stopped using that revolting formal speech.”

Evelyn nodded, saying she rather liked this version of him.

“It was nauseating—the way you used formal speech only when discussing such vulgar matters.”

She shook her head with a derisive laugh.

“…I’ll kill you.”

The Sage’s trembling hands came together, his fury evident as he began weaving incantations and magical formulas anew.

Rummmmmble!

As the sky split open and the earth began to crack, Merlin likewise brought her hands together, completing her own incantation.

“That’s….”

Countless magical circles materialized behind Evelyn, forming a shape like butterfly wings.

“My line.”

With a flick of her fingers, high-tier spells erupted from the magical circles and rained down upon the Sage.

Boooooom!

The Sage raised a shield of mana to block Evelyn’s magical barrage, and conjured barriers against the wall, but her spellcraft never ceased.

Rummmmmble!

Eventually the Sage’s defenses shattered, and Merlin’s magic poured down upon his body.

Crack-crack-crack!

Both of the Sage’s arms were severed, his legs burst apart, and a gaping void opened through his abdomen.

“Ugh…”

He attempted to regenerate his body, but Evelyn disrupted the mana flow, preventing any restoration.

Thud.

Evelyn approached the Sage as he writhed helplessly on the ground.

“To a monster like you, ten years might be a fleeting span, but for a child consumed by vengeance, those ten years were an eternity of torment.”

She pointed her fingers at the Sage’s head, exhaling a heavy breath.

“I wish I could inflict more suffering, but a creature like you is too unpredictable.”

She was about to invoke her spatial severance magic to end him when—

Whoooosh!

A golden-haired, crimson-eyed woman with a gentle fragrance materialized above the fallen Sage. Though she had sworn to remain unmoved no matter what transpired, her hand fell of its own accord.

“…Mother?”

The golden-haired, crimson-eyed woman before her was Cella. She gazed at Evelyn with the same tender eyes as when they had last parted. This was no illusion conjured by sorcery or magic. It was truly Cella.

“Mother!”

Evelyn abandoned her spatial severance magic and rushed toward Cella. The sight of the woman she had yearned for even in dreams eclipsed all other thoughts.

“I’ll save you right away!”

It was the moment Evelyn attempted to tear away Cella’s mana, which seemed to be connected to the Sage.

[No!]

Before Rocta’s cry had even finished echoing, a pristine white hand erupted from Evelyn’s abdomen.

“Ah….”

Evelyn’s eyes rolled backward as she turned to look behind her. The Sage, who had somehow repositioned himself, was regenerating only his right arm and driving it through her abdomen.

“Haa, how fortunate that I preserved the shell.”

The Sage exhaled a weary breath and murmured that it had been wise to keep Cella’s corpse.

“Ugh….”

Evelyn bit her lip as she stared at the Sage’s hand piercing through her abdomen.

“I once told you that children follow their parents. In the end, it seems we meet the same fate.”

The Sage laughed as though everything had concluded, beginning to regenerate his shattered body.

“….”

Cella held me immobilized, embracing me with both arms. True to the word “corpse,” her embrace was as cold as ice.

Yet from the strands of her hair flowed that tender fragrance, and memories of those happy days came rushing back.

“Mother….”

Evelyn held Cella in both arms and smiled without a trace of sorrow.

“Thank you. And I’m sorry.”

I don’t think I’ll be able to keep that final promise.

Whoooooooosh!

Immense mana began to condense above Evelyn’s hands.

“Wait, stop!” the Sage cried out.

He sensed the torrent of mana—a force even he could scarcely contain—and let out a desperate wail.

“Let us perish together.”

With Evelyn’s final incantation, the entire Roser Kingdom was engulfed in crimson light.

A deafening roar tore through the heavens.

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