The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1083

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Chapter 1083

“Father. We have a visitor!”

Terian knocked on the worn door and entered the castle lord’s office, where cold air seeped through the cracks.

“A visitor?”

Milend, the lord of Habun Castle, lifted his head from a yellowed desk. Though he was of modest height, the determination and fierce spirit burning in his eyes burned far more intensely than before.

“It’s been a long time.”

I stood before the worn desk and bowed to Milend.

“Lord of Habun Castle.”
“R-Raon?”

Milend thrust back his chair and vaulted over the desk.

“How did you come to be here!”

He had never expected me to visit Habun Castle, and his smile was so bright it seemed to illuminate the entire room.

“I came following Yua. I found myself missing this place—Habun Castle, with its cold yet burning spirit.”

I nodded, saying that I had wanted to return to Habun Castle after so long.

“Indeed. There’s no place quite like Habun Castle. Welcome!”

Milend seemed delighted merely to see me again, and he struck my back with his hand, broad as a cauldron lid.

“You haven’t changed, Lord Milend.”

I laughed, rubbing my back where Milend had struck me.

“If anything, you seem even younger.”
“I’ve looked in a mirror or two.”

Milend waved his hand, telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

“Don’t say such strange things.”
“No, sir. I’m being sincere.”

In truth, Milend’s face bore wrinkles that hadn’t been there before, and his once-smooth silver hair had turned white, making him look unmistakably like an old man.

Yet strangely, the vitality and fighting spirit emanating from him had grown far stronger than before.

‘The Grand Master realm isn’t far away now.’

Milend was on the verge of breaking through the Grand Master barrier. If he could find just one more catalyst, he would surely ascend to the next level.

“Ever since you became the Lord, you’ve been flattering me quite a bit. Back then, you barely spoke and showed no reaction—I thought you might be a statue.”

Milend laughed heartily, saying it was good to see me brightened up.

“You certainly were an unusual person back then.”

Terian also let out a short sigh, recalling my former self.

“I’ve heard all about your deeds. The Black Tower Master, Tacheon, and now the White Blood Cult Master. You’re accomplishing what even the Continent’s strongest have failed to achieve.”

Milend nodded with a proud smile, as if impressed and pleased.

“I’ve simply been fortunate in many ways.”

I waved my hand, saying these weren’t accomplishments born of skill alone.

“Three times over, and luck becomes skill.”

Milend snorted, as if to say I was beyond the point of being modest.

“Lord! What about me!”

Dorian waved his hands frantically, looking forlorn at being overlooked.

“Of course I’m watching you too.”

Milend chuckled as he touched Dorian’s plump cheeks.

“You’ve become a Master too. Congratulations.”

He grasped Dorian’s shoulder, remarking how the porter who once scattered fruit at Habun Castle had become a true swordsman.

“Yes, I’ve grown a lot!”

Dorian beamed at Milend’s praise, which was rare from someone usually so composed.

“I have one too!”

Evelyn leaned against Milend’s shoulder with a bright smile.

“W-Who…?”

Milend stepped back slightly, admitting he had no recollection whatsoever.

“How could I possibly forget someone like you?”
“Well, you see, back then Yua was attacked by a doppelgänger and—”
[Don’t!]

I clamped my hand over Evelyn’s mouth and sent an aura message.

[Why would you bring up something like that?]

I couldn’t fathom why she’d mention the failed attempt to kidnap Yua using a doppelgänger.

[I want to build common ground too!]

Evelyn shook her head, insisting she wanted to share past experiences together.

[That’s still not something you need to say!]

I pleaded with her to stop and removed my hand from her mouth. I couldn’t comprehend her reckless impulses.

-That one’s not in her right mind. She’s just a moth drawn to flame.

Wrath furrowed his brow, comparing Evelyn to a moth that leaps into fire without considering the consequences.

“A doppelgänger trying to kidnap Yua? That happened back then?”

Milend tilted his head as if he didn’t understand what I was saying.

“No! It’s just nonsense.”

I laughed awkwardly and shook my head.

“I see….”

Milend scratched his temple, seemingly desperate to recall Evelyn’s face.

“I heard on the way here that monsters have been attacking again?”

I brought up the subject of monster attacks to redirect Milend’s thoughts.

“That’s exactly it. Monster attacks have increased over the past few days.”

Milend furrowed his brows and nodded.

“It’s not just the number of monsters that’s grown—the frequency of attacks has risen too. It feels like we’ve returned to the period when you were here.”

He smacked his lips, mentioning that he’s been fighting daily because of it.

“What types of monsters?”
“The species haven’t changed. Ice Trolls, White Orcs, Ogres—all the winter monsters are gathered here.”

Milend tapped the map showing Habun Castle with his finger, saying the monster types hadn’t particularly changed.

“I see.”

I narrowed my eyes, looking at Habun Castle and the Sturrin Mountains further north.

‘Eden isn’t involved then.’

If Eden had interfered, they would have increased the monster species or strengthened their forces with elite monsters.
If the monster types and combat power remained the same, it was likely a natural occurrence.

“We had quite a battle just this morning. That’s why you smell the stench of burning corpses.”

Milend apologized as soon as he arrived, saying he was sorry for the stench, and clasped his hands together.

“H-how difficult this must be for you….”

Dorian’s lips trembled as memories of his hellish life at Habun Castle surfaced.

“On the contrary, I prefer it now.”

Milend grasped the sword he had leaned against the desk and curled his lips upward.

“Every time I fight, I feel alive. After this fellow took some mysterious measure, everything became tedious.”

Despite his words about boredom, he offered me a smile tinged with gratitude.

“Father, you really are….”

Terian shook his head, unable to comprehend Milend’s perspective.

“But are you truly comfortable with this?”

Milend narrowed his eyes as he looked at me.

“The North Destruction King has begun the successor selection trial, yet you’re here at Habun Castle? Is that acceptable?”

He tilted his chin, as if questioning why I would come here while undergoing such an important test.

“That is….”

I was about to answer when—

“Lord Castellan! Vice Castellan! We’re under attack!”

A Ranger burst through the door, exhaling white breath as he cried out that monsters had invaded.

“Already?”
“B-but not even half a day has passed….”

Milend and Terian’s eyes narrowed as if they hadn’t anticipated this at all.

“It’s larger in scale than this morning! Since repairs haven’t been completed, the castle walls and gates could collapse!”

The Ranger bowed his head, saying they needed to hurry and stop it.

“We’ll discuss this later!”

Milend drew his sword and rushed out of the office.

“I’m going as well!”

Terian donned his helmet and bolted outside.

-Wouldn’t it be easier if you asked him for help?

Wrath furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend.

-They’re fools, all of them.
‘No, they’re wise.’

I shook my head as I surveyed the office where cold wind swept through.

‘Even when close, one should handle their own affairs. That’s what they believe.’

Feeling Milend’s unwavering character and spirit anew, I stepped onto the snow-covered staircase and ascended the castle wall.

Whoooooosh!

Like a blank canvas painted white, the blizzard engulfed the world, and above it, a green wave of monsters spread like watercolor across the sky.

Facing the war of arrows pouring down through the snow and monsters clinging to the castle wall while bleeding, I felt as though I’d returned to the past.

“Fire!”

Milend mercilessly unleashed his aura, tearing apart the monsters attempting to destroy the gates.

“Don’t let them touch the castle wall!”

Terian, too, demonstrated his mastery, conjuring aura as he severed the necks of monsters flying toward the castle wall.

“Castle Lord. Zigheart is in turmoil over the succession selection, so you asked if it was alright to remain here?”

I drew the Heavenly Sword and took my position at the edge of the castle wall.

Whoooooosh!

Above the World Tree of flames blooming from the sword’s trajectory, countless petals unfurled endlessly.

The glowing petals burned as they descended like falling leaves on the wind, igniting a fiery tempest.

The massive vortex of flames consumed the horde of monsters that sought to topple the castle wall.

Roooooaaaaarrrrr!

The inferno that soared toward the heavens melted the monsters without leaving a single bone fragment, then dissipated into warm wind.

“Gasp!”
“What… what is this?”
“Impossible…”
“Is… is that human swordsmanship?”
“Sword Master Raon Zigheart…”

The knights and Rangers standing on the castle wall remained frozen with their mouths agape, as if caught in a dream.

“Raon. You…”

Even Milend trembled, his pupils quivering with shock.

“That is my answer.”

I brushed the residual heat from the Heavenly Sword and smiled faintly.

“I believe I should receive one gold badge from this.”

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Milend held a small banquet to commemorate my return and the annihilation of the monsters without casualties.

“How long has it been since we had rest like this?”
“It’s all thanks to Raon.”
“Wow, I’ve never seen swordsmanship like that before. I can’t believe you’re a swordsman like us.”
“That technique… it wasn’t like that before. Didn’t it used to produce about a dozen petals?”
“So you’ve been continuously developing it? That’s even more impressive.”

The knights, Rangers, and soldiers had set down their weapons for the first time in ages, and they savored small moments of happiness with cups in hand.
Of course, their topic of conversation was me and the swordsmanship I had displayed.

-Kiaaaaah!

Wrath let out an exclamation brimming with joy.

-A buffet opens the moment we arrive! So there are days when you prove useful!

He wagged his tail approvingly.

‘P-please stop eating. I feel like my stomach’s about to burst.’

I shook my head while touching my distended belly.

-Then at least have one last pineapple pizza! I want to taste the flavors of home after so long!

Wrath reached out, insisting I grab the last remaining slice of pizza.

‘We eat this every day at home… huh?’

I sighed and walked toward the pizza, but a knight from Habun Castle devoured the last slice in one bite and left.

-Grraaaagh!

Wrath screamed and clutched his head.

-The most delicious final slice, taken by that bastard!

He wailed in disbelief.

-Grab him! Seize him at once and make him squirm!

Wrath seized me by the hair, demanding vengeance for the pizza.

‘Please, maintain some dignity befitting a lord! You fool!’

I grabbed Wrath’s head in return and shook it.

“Huh?”

Dorian tilted his head, observing me frozen before the empty plate.

“If you’d like pizza, just ask the Restaurant Manager. He’ll make it right away.”

He laughed, saying it wouldn’t take long.

“I’m afraid pineapple pizza might be difficult.”

Yua’s Grandfather waved his hand.

“We’ve run out of pineapples, so I can’t make it.”

He glanced away as if asking whether he could at least make regular pizza.

“Ahem!”

Dorian approached Yua’s Grandfather and wiped his brow.

“How could you say such a thing with me right here? That’s hurtful!”

He thrust his hand into his satchel and poured out ten large pineapples.

“Th-This is….”
“Essential supplies!”

Dorian patted his chest, telling him to ask if he needed any other ingredients.

“Ah, it feels real now—having you all back after so long.”

Yua’s Grandfather’s face brightened with a warm smile as old memories surfaced.

“Now that I have the ingredients, I’ll prepare it right away!”

He told them to wait a moment and entered the Kitchen.

“Let me help!”
“M-me too!”

As Yua headed toward the Kitchen, Julius followed her like a shadow.

‘They’re all the same.’

A subtle smile crossed my face.

‘Nothing has changed from before.’

When even Dorian chimed in about necessities, vivid memories from the past bloomed like a painted portrait. Without realizing it, a gentle smile blossomed on my lips.

“Raon. When are you leaving?”

Evelyn approached with a wine glass balanced on her fingertip. Though it was cheap liquor, in her hands it gleamed like the most precious wine in the world.

“Did I say where I was going?”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Evelyn.

“You wouldn’t have come here without reason. You must have another purpose.”

Evelyn’s lips curved upward as if to say she knew everything about me.

“…You really can’t be deceived.”

I sighed and shook my head.

“I plan to assess the situation here and depart around noon tomorrow.”
“Noon? Understood.”

Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with an unsettling smile, as if declaring she would accompany me regardless, before she left to fetch another dish.

“Tomorrow at noon, then. Understood.”

Dorian nodded as if committing the time to memory.

[Actually, not tomorrow at noon—we’re departing at dawn today.]

I sent an aura message to Dorian.

[Pardon? Ah, yes, understood.]

Dorian glanced at Evelyn’s back before nodding.

-So you’ve grown tired of that mad woman too!

Wrath nodded knowingly.

-A wise choice! That mad woman is unbearable for anyone!
‘That’s not quite it…’

I rubbed my temples, recalling Evelyn’s behavior up to now.

‘If I bring Evelyn along, she’ll end up fighting with Sloth.’

There was a real possibility that Evelyn would forcibly wake Sloth and trigger a massive conflict, so I decided to leave her behind.

-That one throws a fit whenever his sleep is disturbed.

Wrath furrowed his brow, as if even he would struggle to stop Sloth if he truly lost his temper.

‘That’s why I’m somewhat concerned.’

Rion exhaled heavily, gazing toward the Northern Region shrouded in pale mist.

‘What exactly is happening up there?’

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Dawn had just broken over the night.

I stood beneath the castle wall, facing Dorian under the shelter of a tree.

“We’ll keep running all the way to Sturrin Mountains, so prepare yourself well.”

I stretched my ankles and wrists, making it clear we wouldn’t stop until we reached Sturrin Mountains.

“Ah, then please wear these.”

Dorian pulled out a pair of fur-lined shoes from his satchel.

“They’re an artifact that increases movement speed across snow and ice. An absolute winter essential.”

He laughed, saying he’d brought them just in case, and it seemed he’d packed well.

“I can’t argue with that. They really are essential.”

I smiled faintly and changed into the shoes.

“But where are we going, and what are we doing?”

Dorian blinked, his curiosity evident.

“We’re going to wake up a sleepyhead. You’ll have plenty to do.”

I grasped Dorian’s shoulder, telling him I trusted him.

“S-Something feels ominous about this….”

Dorian’s pupils trembled like those of a startled animal, anxiety washing over him.

“Don’t worry. There won’t be anything dangerous.”

I patted Dorian’s back encouragingly and dashed northward.

“W-Wait for me!”

Dorian gasped and rushed after Raon.

Whoooosh!

With our combat prowess heightened and artifacts equipped to boost movement speed, the Sturrin Mountains came into view far faster than before.

‘That mountain remains unchanged.’

I was smiling as I surveyed the panorama of the Sturrin Mountains, crowned with eternal snow.

-Hmm?

Wrath let out a low groan and raised his eyes sharply.

‘What is it?’
-A powerful impact has erupted from that mountain.
‘A powerful impact?’

I spread my perception and tilted my head in confusion for a moment before my eyes widened.

‘I, I felt it too.’

Though I sensed it far later than Wrath, I could indeed feel the shockwave that had erupted from the Sturrin Mountains.
For such a powerful wave to reach us across this distance, there had to be a Transcendent present.

“Dorian. Take your time if you need to. Just follow properly.”
“Yes? What do you—”
“I’m going ahead.”

I stomped against the white battlefield with fierce force and activated the Heavenly Sword at full power.

Whoooosh!

In a world where even sound seemed frozen, I shattered through the silence and charged toward the Sturrin Mountains.

Boom!

Having reached the realm where I could alter reality through will alone, I appeared at the base of the Sturrin Mountains in an instant.

‘That’s right. Two Transcendents clashed here.’

I didn’t know who they were, but it was certain that a tremendous impact had occurred at the heart of the Sturrin Mountains.

‘Sloth’s Barrier remains intact.’

The fact that Sloth’s Barrier, which had begun from the Mountain Midpoint, still stood suggested he had suffered no significant harm.

-I sense no trace of Sloth’s power. It seems he is still sleeping.
‘That’s a relief.’

I exhaled in relief and climbed toward the peak of the Sturrin Mountains.
The moment I gazed down at the Frozen Lake where Sloth should have been sleeping, my entire body went rigid.

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!

Sloth, whom I had naturally assumed was sleeping, tore through the blanket I had given him and raised his eyes, which burned with a searing black flame.

“You… were it?”

The Demon Lord of Sloth rose with a creaking body, radiating overwhelming power that seemed capable of crushing the world beneath his heel.

“You… woke my sleep?”

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