The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1067

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Chapter 1067

“You haven’t changed a bit, Master.”

I let out a hollow laugh as I watched Rimer straighten his posture with unshakeable confidence.

‘That’s no act.’

I’d considered the possibility that it was the White Blood Cult Master’s sorcery, but it absolutely wasn’t. Only Rimer—only this elf—could brazenly ask to borrow money like that.

-That’s right!

Wrath nodded his massive chin in agreement.

-No sorcery could conjure such a shameless face!

He grinned with genuine delight, confirming that this was truly the real deal.

“Master? Martha called me master too….”

Rimer’s eyes widened with curiosity.

“Why does everyone insist on calling me master?”

He tilted his head in bewilderment.

“So you did help Martha after all, Master.”

From Rimer’s words, it seemed he had aided Martha’s revenge within the Sword Realm.

“I merely gave her a push forward.”

Rimer waved his hand dismissively, insisting he’d done nothing extraordinary.

“Martha was the one who moved her legs and swung her blade.”

His lips curved upward with pride as he spoke of Martha becoming a swordmaster worthy of respect.

“I agree.”

I nodded, thinking of Martha who had finally achieved her goal.

“That’s enough! Why do you keep calling me master?”

Rimer furrowed his brow with curiosity.

“What else would I call you? You’re neither the Organization Master nor the Vice Master anymore.”

I raised my hand toward Rimer.

“Calling you instructor like in the old days feels too distant, so master seems right.”

There were other ways to address him, but master was the most fitting title to describe Rimer.

“If you don’t like master, I could call you lazy bum, gambler, deadbeat, or sleepyhead instead.”

I wiggled my fingers, offering him a choice.

“J-just go with master.”

Rimer sighed as if none of the options appealed to him. Conversing with him face to face like this felt like we’d returned to our days together at the 5th Training Ground.

“Right. Come to think of it, I’m dead.”

Rimer realized he couldn’t be called Organization Master or Vice Master anymore, and let out a bitter laugh.

“Yes, that’s true….”

I pressed my lips together firmly.

“But how did you end up inside the Soul Reaper Sword?”

I asked about something I’d been curious about to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

“I have no idea.”

Rimer blinked as if questioning why I was asking him that.

“What?”
“It’s like they pulled me in, or maybe I walked in on my own. I’m not really sure.”

He shrugged, admitting he didn’t quite understand it himself.

“That’s such a typical answer from you, Master.”

I let out a hollow laugh and nodded. Even without a clear answer, I was content. I wished this moment could stretch on a little longer.

“Still, I’ve seen many wonderful things because of you.”

Rimer slowly closed his eyes.

“When you ascended to transcendence and avenged me, when you toppled the Black Tower, when you shattered Tacheon’s soul, and today when you tore apart the White Blood Cult Master’s soul—I was always
by your side.”

He spoke of having shared all those moments, then lifted his eyelids.

“But more than all those grand accomplishments, I was happiest in every moment we spent together—eating meals, training, sleeping. Every instant with you all.”

Rimer smiled gently, saying that simply watching over Gwangpung Hall had been enough for him.

“So you were slacking off the whole time, Master.”

I chuckled softly, pointing out that he’d been there all along yet never showed himself.

“I’m sorry. I do sleep quite a lot.”

Rimer clasped his hands together in apology, playing along with my jest.

“The truth is, I entrusted the Gwangpung Corps to you precisely because it was you. If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have handed them over even if the Head of House himself came. My choice was indeed the right one.”

He examined the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen outside one by one, his eyes filled with longing.

“Master…”

I exhaled heavily as I gazed into Rimer’s darkened eyes.

“Your feelings toward the Head of House—they haven’t changed, have they?”

Rimer raised his right eyebrow as if asking what I thought of the Head of House of Zigheart.

“No. Not anymore….”

I lifted my eyes, which had grown steady after the tremors of today’s battle subsided.

“I want to climb up with my own feet.”

After avenging myself against Derus, I had grown too attached to leave—not just to the people of Zigheart, but to Zigheart itself.
If I could, I wanted to become the Head of House and be a wall that could protect everyone like Glen did.

“I knew you’d say that! That’s your Jade Throne!”

Rimer clapped his hands with satisfaction. Hearing his applause after so long, my heart burned hot.

“Get rid of that old man and jealous bastards like Karun, and climb up quick!”

He spoke words that would bring down dozens of lightning bolts if Glen heard them, shaking his fist.

“Karun has changed a lot too. He’s no longer an easy opponent.”
“Well, that’s true. I didn’t expect that guy to change like that either.”

Rimer chuckled, saying there was a way to remake a person.

“Oh, wait! You bastard! I asked if you had money, so why aren’t you answering!”

He reached out his hand to me, remembering that he had asked for money.

“I have plenty of money.”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Rimer’s palm.

“You’re the one with no money to give.”

No matter how obsessed with gambling he was, I never thought he’d lose even his underwear gambling with spirits. It was so absurd that vitality surged back into my body.

“Did you really lose money gambling with spirits?”
“I’m telling you! Those bastards are card sharks! Card sharks! The cards keep changing in their hands!”

Rimer waved a trump card in his hand from who knows where. Seeing him like that, it really seemed like he had been gambling inside the Soul Reaper Sword.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled a long breath while holding my forehead.

“So should I burn the gold coins to melt them down for you? Or should I bury them?”

Since the traditional way to send money to the deceased was either to burn it or bury it in the ground, I asked how I should proceed.

“Huh? Did you become an idiot while I was gone?”

Rimer spun his finger around his head as if he’d gone mad.

“Of course you send it to a person! I even have an address!”

He tapped the top of my head to make me come to my senses.

-Ugh, how infuriating!

Wrath ground his teeth.

-That wretch has the talent to irritate the True Demon King even after dying and coming back to life!

Despite saying he was an annoying brat who frustrated me even after such a long time, he wore a very faint smile.

“An… address? Do spirits have addresses too?”

I furrowed my brows, saying I didn’t understand.

“Of course it’s a real address! You’ve been using the heart sword, so you’ve gotten quite dumb!”
“No, when we’re talking about spirits and then a real person’s address suddenly comes up, of course I’d be confused!”

I protested loudly. It seemed like this was the first time since Rimer’s death that I’d been flustered by someone’s words, and I found myself laughing without realizing it.

“Among the spirits, there are some who have parents or children living outside the village. Some of them want to help their acquaintances. I’d like you to take care of those people.”

Rimer placed his hand on his forehead as he said that.

Whoosh.

The moment a gentle breeze flowed from his fingertips, the stories of the vengeful spirits and the faces and locations of the people they wished to care for flooded into my mind.

“You can do that for them, right?”

Rimer pressed his palms together as if making a sincere request.

“Master, you…”

I touched my forehead where Rimer’s hand had rested and smiled softly.

“You really haven’t changed at all.”

My master, despite appearing like human garbage on the surface, still possessed a heart deeper than anyone else’s. Confirming that he hadn’t changed, the anxiety that had been shaking my mind eased.

“Understood. I’ll take care of everything with the money you left me. I’m still making donations to that Orphanage.”

I nodded solemnly, telling him not to worry.

“Ah, you’re making me embarrassed saying things like that…”

Rimer grabbed his head as if remembering his secret vault.

“Most ordinary people find donations admirable and gambling shameful, don’t they?”

I let out a hollow laugh watching Rimer act in the opposite way.

“I’m not an ordinary person, am I!”
“That’s true. Damned Elf…”

I chuckled and nodded. It felt as though all my fatigue melted away just from this light banter.

“And… hm?”

Rimer was about to say something else when he noticed the vengeful spirits growing increasingly faint, and his brows furrowed.

“It seems time is running out.”

He smacked his lips, as if it were time for him to depart.

“The wraiths….”

I trembled at my fingertips as I watched the wraiths fade away.

“They’ll be able to go to a good place, won’t they?”
“No.”

Rimer shook his head, his smile vanishing.

“No matter how unjustly they died, these creatures defied the world’s fundamental laws and remained in this land. If they had simply stopped there, perhaps it would be different, but in the end, they achieved their revenge. They cannot go to a good place.”

He exhaled heavily, saying that only dissolution remained for them.

“I see….”

I had known it honestly, but hearing it with my own ears made my chest ache. My journey with the Soul Reaper Sword truly seemed to end here.

“So….”

Rimer stepped closer to me.

“These creatures wish to give you one final gift.”

As he snapped his fingers, the wraiths poured toward me just as they had when targeting the White Blood Cult Master.

Whoooosh!

Yet unlike when they had devoured the White Blood Cult Master, the wraiths approached my soul without baring their fangs, leaving behind the pure energy they possessed.

“Wait, please! If you leave this power with me, then those creatures will….”

I gazed at Rimer with trembling eyes.

“That power holds no meaning for them to take with them. Since it is a gift from your comrades, it is only proper that you accept it.”

Rimer nodded, saying that all that mattered was gratitude in your heart.

“Comrade…”

I bit my lip deeply as I watched my soul grow stronger while the spirits of the dead grew progressively weaker.

Whoooosh!

The spirits transferred their pure essence and souls to me, then retreated once more behind Rimer.
They were wrapped in violet currents of energy, just as they had been when they first entered the Soul Reaper Sword.

[You have received the sincere gratitude of the spirits.]
[The trait 【Heart Sword (Spirit)】 evolves into the trait 【Heart Sword】.]

I now felt
that I could draw upon my Heart Sword using only my own strength, and I offered the Zigheart salute to the spirits.

“Thank you.”

Just as the spirits had shown me their sincerity, I revealed mine to them.

Whoooosh!

The spirits sent one final voice expressing their deeper gratitude, then slowly rose into the void. Their very existence began to fade from this world.

“So this is the end.”

Rimer let out a faint laugh as he watched his body grow translucent like the spirits.

“Master, what will become of you?”

I grasped Rimer’s hand.

“Since my soul has been tainted from dwelling with the spirits, I likely won’t be able to return to the World Tree immediately.”

Rimer wrinkled his nose, saying it would be difficult for him to merge with nature like the other elves.

“I’ll become the wind and wander the world. Once my soul is purified, I’ll visit you someday. Perhaps I’ll become a spirit myself.”

He waved his hand gently, saying he would continue to watch over me.

“Master….”

I clenched my teeth while refusing to release Rimer’s hand.

“I wanted to avenge Martha, to witness Lunan overcome his trauma, to see Burren strike down his father. But what I anticipated most was watching you ascend to the Jade Throne of Zigheart. I will surely be watching over you.”

He spoke of finding me no matter what happened, then gently withdrew his hand from mine.

“You can no longer be called a small king. Become a king you can be proud of in your own eyes.”

Rimer declared that as his final request, then transformed into a verdant wind that rose toward the heavens.

“Tell the children of Gwangpung Hall to live doing what makes them happy. Suppressing yourself only breeds illness.”

He seemed to regret not having time to visit each one personally and offer his counsel, his lips pressing together wistfully.

“Ah! One last thing—tell Sheryl not to forget me, to remember me for life! Tell her to live alone, no matter what!”

Rimer shouted the message for Sheryl to hear, then vanished northward alongside the violet mist left behind by the vengeful spirits.

—That’s telling her to remain a spinster for life!

Wrath’s mouth fell open in utter disbelief.

—He’s cursing her on his way out! The man truly is insane!

He shook his head, declaring Rimer a complete lunatic.

‘That’s not it.’

I shook my head calmly.

‘Sheryl won’t listen to Master’s words, so he meant the opposite—that she should forget him and find a good person to be with.’

Rimer was hoping Sheryl would forget him and find happiness.

“Just….”

I gazed at the sky where Rimer had vanished, wiping away the transparent, pale-green tears that had gathered at the corners of my eyes.

“You absolutely must come.”

I grasped the Heavenly Sword, vowing to show Rimer the moment he had been waiting for.

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“…Are you alright?”

Lunan gripped my shoulder, his eyes wide with concern.

“A violet flash erupted from the Soul Reaper Sword’s hilt, and you remained motionless for quite some time.”

Burren shook his head, saying he thought I had lost consciousness.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

I picked up the Mok Ryun Sword that had fallen at my feet, offering a weary smile.

“There’s something I need to tell you all….”
“Raon!”

Martha raised her hand toward me after checking on Denier.

“I saw that lazy Elf! In the heart sword you sent….”
“I met her too.”

I nodded, acknowledging that I already knew.

“L-lazy Elf? Could it be….”
“It’s not ‘could it be’! There’s only one lazy Elf in this world!”
“You saw Master?”
“Where? How?”

All the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Hall, who had been occupied with their own tasks, gathered around Martha and me.

“Let me speak first. Within my Sword Realm….”

Martha recounted what had happened to her first.

“Wait, so the Asura Woman can’t wield a sword anymore?”

Lunan’s eyes trembled as if he couldn’t believe Martha was no longer a swordmaster.

“That’s right. My soul is bound by a constraint. Even if I wanted to, I probably wouldn’t be able to use swordsmanship.”

Martha nodded, saying the blood oath was coiled around her soul.

“You. No. Ugh….”

Burren’s lips moved wordlessly, as if he didn’t know what to say.

“I’m fine. Thanks to it, I was able to finish my revenge.”

Martha laughed brightly, showing no regret whatsoever.

“Ugh!”
“Organization Master….”
“Martha….”

The Gwangpung Hall swordmasters, sensing Martha’s resolve, asked no further questions and merely bit their lips.

“I’ll tell you what happened after that. When the Soul Reaper Sword’s handle shattered….”

Raon spoke of what had transpired with Rimer to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

“Gambling with a spirit? That Elf never changes.”

Burren chuckled as he recalled Rimer’s pathetic expression.

“Yeah. He’s still an idiot….”

Lunan’s lips curved up ever so slightly as he nodded.

“Teaching under Master was truly comfortable….”

Crain closed his eyes, realizing only now how precious Rimer truly was.

“At least he wasn’t trying to kill us. This place is hell….”

Dorian sighed, noting that the intensity of the training was on a different level.

“We’re alive right now because of that hellish training from the Head of House.”

Mark Goeten placed his hand on his chest, saying that facing the heart sword allowed him to overcome the White Blood Cult Master’s pressure.

“That’s true.”

Martha nodded in agreement.

“If it weren’t for that training, I would have died long ago.”

She smiled faintly, saying she was able to endure because of the grueling training she had undergone.

“And… oh!”

Martha urgently turned her gaze toward the groan she heard beside her.

“Are you awake?”

She saw Denier, who had been lying unconscious, struggling to open his eyelids, and she immediately rushed to his side.

“M-Martha….”

Denier whispered Martha’s name in a parched voice.

“Are… are you alright?”

Martha grasped Denier’s hand. Seeing the desperation flowing in her eyes, it seemed she still regarded him as her father.

“I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry….”

Denier repeated his apologies in a hoarse voice.

“Don’t speak! Just wait a little longer—the medical team will arrive!”

Martha cried out for Denier to stay still, gripping his shoulder to prevent him from moving.

“I was born in a place of falsehood, but thanks to you, I was able to live a true life, at least in the end.”

Denier slowly raised his hand with a gentle smile.

“Thank you. Truly.”

With fingers glowing white, he tapped Martha’s forehead lightly.

“Blood energy?”

Lunan gritted his teeth and drew his blade.

“No.”

I raised my arm to stop Lunan. This was the same technique Rimer had used on me—a skill to transmit one’s memories to another.

“Ah… aah…”

Martha sat motionless as if reading Denier’s memories, then gasped sharply and opened her eyes wide.

“Y-you… how could you possibly…”

Her eyes glistened with tears so thick that her pupils were barely visible.

“Because of you, I can now die as a human…”

Denier proved his words with the warm smile of a loving father.

“I will take the karma that remains with you.”

As if his true power had returned, he reached out roughly and seized Martha’s wrist.

Uuuuuuung!

The blood of the oath binding Martha’s soul began to be drawn into Denier.

“Let go! Release her!”

Martha cried out and tried to wrench her hand free from Denier’s grip, but he refused to let go.
It seemed he was using every last ounce of vitality that bloomed in the moment before death.

‘The oath has become a curse.’

Unlike Martha, who honored her promises, Denier—who sought to transfer her oath into his own soul—suffered unbearable torment. Perhaps even death would not erase that agony.

“Cough…”

Blood spilled from Denier’s lips as he endured the excruciating pain, yet his grip on Martha’s wrist never wavered. His iron will blazed like crimson fire in his eyes.

Crackle—

At last, Denier tore the blood oath that had bound Martha’s soul—magnified many times over—and pulled it into his own.

“Why… why would you…”
“You were the light of my life.”

With trembling hands, Denier reached up to wipe away the tears streaming down Martha’s cheeks.

“My beloved daughter.”

Those words of love were his last. His eyes closed, and his moisture-dampened hand fell to the earth with the weight of stone.

“Wake up… wake up…”

Martha’s jaw trembled as she clutched at Denier’s sleeve.

“Wake up! You promised to explain everything to me! Forget the memories—tell me with your own voice!”

She struck the ground with bleeding fists, burying her face against his chest.

“Father…”

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