The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1094

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Chapter 1094

-Why is this guy the only one….

Wrath’s tail flicked like a carp with a fishing hook in its mouth.

-How can his luck be this good! Wherever he goes, fortune erupts like a fountain!

The Demon Lord of Wrath clutched his head, muttering that the world revolved around Raon.

‘Luck plays a part, but that’s not everything.’

I shook my head calmly.

‘I’ve continuously devised plans, made efforts according to them, and created results.’

I flicked my fingertip as if telling him to think more carefully.

-Ugh….

Wrath merely chewed his lips, having nothing to say.

‘Let me check what I’ve gained today.’

I was about to smile and check the reward message when—

“Wrath’s vessel….”

Sloth turned his gaze toward me.

“Come… this way….”

He gestured slowly like a sloth, as if I were needed.

“It’s not Wrath’s vessel, it’s Raon!”

Evelyn shook Sloth by the collar even more forcefully.

“And hurry up and give me the bracelet! I want one just like Raon’s!”

She gnashed her teeth, declaring she wouldn’t let go until she received a bracelet identical to Raon’s.

“P-please stop! I’ll give you the bracelet!”

Dorian cried out for her to release Sloth, plunging his hand into his waist pouch.

“You have bracelets?”

Evelyn turned around, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Yes! They’re essentials, so I carry them with me!”

Dorian nodded and pulled out dozens of bracelets from his waist pouch. They were all black.

“Wow!”

Evelyn tossed Sloth aside and immediately began examining the bracelets.

“Phew….”

Dorian muttered that he’d survived, exhaling a long sigh.

-Why does he carry so many bracelets like that? And only black ones at that?

Wrath exhaled in bewilderment, unable to make sense of it no matter how he looked at it.

‘He probably carries other colored bracelets in similar quantities.’

Given Dorian’s nature, it was certain he carried bracelets of other colors in comparable numbers, not just black ones.

“There’s none… not a single flower bracelet exactly like Raon’s!”

Evelyn furrowed her brows, saying they were merely similar but all slightly different.

“That’s not quite an essential….”
“That’s the real essential! If you don’t have it, make one and give it to me!”

She was no longer grabbing Sloth—instead, she seized Dorian by the collar and shook him violently.

“I’ll have it custom-made and bring it to you. Just wait a moment….”
“Bring it now!”
“Ugh!”

Despite being tormented by Evelyn, Dorian wore a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, pleased that he had managed to prevent the Demon Lord’s rampage.

‘Well done.’

I approached Sloth after giving Dorian a thumbs up to acknowledge his effort.

“Why did you call me? To teach Lunan properly?”
“No….”

Sloth shook his head slowly.

“That child… fundamentally… carries the concept of… sloth in his soul…. A living being… breathes naturally…, so he’ll be able to… handle sloth without difficulty…. Perhaps even better… than you…?”

He blinked at Lunan, suggesting the boy possessed a talent for wielding sloth.

“He’ll handle sloth better than I do?”
“Actually, you’re… the strange one…. You don’t… possess the emotion of… sloth, yet you… wield it freely…. It wouldn’t be strange… to call it a miracle….”

Sloth exhaled a murky breath, saying that he himself was a human who could not possess sloth.

“Look for yourself….”

He pointed at Lunan with his finger, telling me to see for myself.

“That’s what a human looks like when they can… obtain sloth….”

Despite the gravity of the situation, Lunan’s eyes drooped halfway shut as drowsiness overtook him once more, drool trickling from his mouth.

“I… I see.”

I swallowed hard as I watched Lunan blink drowsily.

“But… having you… stay by his side… would be good….”

Sloth lowered his hand gently.

“Why?”
“Your sloth is… far greater than… that child’s… The longer you stay near me… the better influence… you’ll receive….”

He nodded, saying that the longer he remained with him, the stronger Lunan’s sloth would become.

“It won’t be easy to maintain constantly, but I’ll try to stay as close as possible.”

I nodded while looking at Lunan.

“Then that settles it, right?”
“No….”

Sloth slowly raised his fingers.

“The reason I called you… is because of… the war with the Archangel….”

“What do you mean by that?”

I narrowed my eyes.

“When the war with the Archangel… occurs… I’ll teach you… the method to summon me…. But before that….”

Sloth paused for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes before opening them again.

“I want to hear… what you truly… desire….”

He lowered his chin solemnly, as if to say he needed to understand properly.

“What I truly desire?”
“That child… will become the medium… connecting you and me…, but even so, sloth will… be insufficient….”
“That’s true.”
“Do you… wish to summon my true form… that surpasses full power… even if it consumes the authority you possess…? Or would you rather… leave your power untouched and summon me… using only the sloth connected through that child…?”

Sloth looked at me, saying that now that Lunan had become a medium, he would ask again.

“It’s a simple question.”

I chuckled softly and nodded.

“I am….”

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“He’s a real Demon Lord, I’m telling you!”

Paratheos, the Gold Dragon, flailed his hands wildly.

“I’m certain of it! The eyes of we dragons, guardians of the Middle World, cannot be deceived!”

He shrieked that Sloth was the Demon Lord of Sloth.

“Then what about that child?”

War King Yuber let out a deep sigh as he looked at Paratheos.

“You slept for five days straight, just like the man you’re calling a Demon Lord.
Don’t you remember what you said five days ago?”

He shook his head, urging Paratheos to recall his words from five days prior.

“I, I admit that part doesn’t make sense either….”

Paratheos averted his gaze slightly, admitting he couldn’t explain that part either.

“But I’m still certain! Please believe me!”

He clasped his hands together, pleading for them to trust his words.

“Stop spouting nonsense. Go restore the forest you destroyed.”

Sword Emperor Sieran approached Paratheos’s side.

“You’ve been loafing around for five days trying to figure out whether he’s a Demon Lord or something. Now get to work already!”

She shouted at him to move faster and kicked Paratheos’s rear end.

“Aaaahhh!”

Paratheos crashed to the ground with a scream.

“This body is fragile! It could break! Control your strength a little! You gorilla!”

He glared at the Sword Emperor, grinding his teeth.

“Huh?”
“Ugh….”

The moment the Sword Emperor’s eyes narrowed, Paratheos clamped his mouth shut.

“But seriously, a Demon Lord….”

Yet within seconds, he was muttering again about Sloth being a Demon Lord.

“Fine, let’s say the man sleeping on the Mountain Peak is a Demon Lord, as you claim.”

The War King closed his eyes and then opened them, stepping in front of Paratheos.

“What wrong has he committed?”

He tilted his chin, urging Paratheos to speak.

“What…?”

Paratheos’s eyes narrowed in confusion.

“If he is the Demon Lord of Sloth as you say, what exactly has he done wrong? From what I’ve seen, he’s simply been sleeping peacefully.”

The War King’s voice dropped low.

“It was you and I who destroyed nature and instilled fear in the monsters, causing them to attack people.”

He pointed to the desolate, shattered base of the Sturrin Mountains.

“A Demon Lord of Sloth who merely sleeps, and you and I who destroyed mountains and caused deaths—unintentionally though it may be. Which of us seems more like a Demon Lord?”

The War King lowered his piercing gaze, inviting him to answer directly.

“That is… well…”

Paratheos couldn’t answer the War King’s words and pressed his lips together firmly.

“To be honest, I don’t think that man is an ordinary being either. As you say, he might truly be a Demon Lord. But even if he is one, I don’t understand what wrong he’s committed that warrants his death.”

The War King furrowed his brows as he looked at Paratheos.

“Doesn’t it seem strange? Why must we kill a Demon Lord who has done nothing wrong, while we leave the Archangels who follow the wicked Derus Robert untouched?”

He wrinkled his nose, unable to comprehend the Dragons’ very way of thinking.

“Hmm, now that you mention it…”

Paratheos cleared his throat and straightened his posture.

“I don’t even know why I was so determined to kill the Demon Lord.”

He shook his head, saying that the moment he saw Sloth, an abnormal killing intent had surged within him.

“Now I don’t need to follow the Dragons’ rules…”

Paratheos scratched his cheek, as if he himself couldn’t understand his own emotions.

“Then the Celestial Race might have implanted preconceptions in the Dragons and the Continent.”

As the War King and Paratheos were lost in contemplation, Raon’s voice came from behind them.

“Preconceptions?”

Paratheos raised his eyebrows.

“The Celestial Race is virtuous and righteous, while the Demon Race is evil and sinister. This is the Continent’s fundamental concept, its common sense. But the Demons I’ve encountered were not merely evil beings. The Celestial Race, likewise, were not virtuous and righteous.”

Raon twisted his lips and nodded.

“It seems the Archangel and the Celestial Race have planted concepts favorable to them in this world.”

Hearing Paratheos’s words, I became certain. The Archangels were undoubtedly the ones who had embedded prejudices about the Celestial Race and Demon Race into this Continent and moved the Dragons.

“I’d like to call it nonsense, but….”

Paratheos let out a low groan while looking at Raon.

“It doesn’t seem entirely impossible.”

He nodded, acknowledging that his own words held merit.

“S-so that lazy bastard from before really was a Demon Lord?”

The Sword Emperor’s jaw dropped as he looked up at the Sturrin Mountains.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Raon smiled faintly and nodded.

“As Paratheos said, the Demon Lord of Sloth.”

The War King seemed to have already figured it out, so I spoke honestly to gain his greater trust.

“Oh my! I’m sorry!”

The Sword Emperor quickly brushed off Paratheos’s rear end, which he had been kicking vigorously.

“Ugh….”

Paratheos sniffled, as if sadness had washed over him.

“I think we need to reexamine the history of this Continent. Someone’s clearly been manipulating things.”

Raon looked up at the sky with cold eyes.

“S-so you’re returning to the Family Estate?”

Dorian was breathing heavily, eager to return to Zigheart as soon as possible.

“Yes. Everyone, please prepare to head to Zigheart.”

I raised my hand toward the Sword Emperor, War King, and Paratheos.

“We are ready to follow you at any moment, my lord.”

The War King bowed his head, saying he could depart immediately.

“We’ve already packed everything!”

The Sword Emperor also grinned, eager to set off right away.

“I-I’m a bit scared. The Northern Destruction King is a killer of our race….”

Paratheos swallowed hard at the thought of his neck being severed the moment he met Glen.

“It’s fine. If you come with me, that won’t happen.”

I nodded with a smile.

“You all prepare… hm?”

I turned around to tell Lunan, Evelyn, and Dorian to get ready to return, but something caught my attention.

“….”

Lunan was gazing down at the peak of Sturrin Mountains, wrapped tightly in a blanket.

“….”

Sloth was also looking down below, his body swathed in a blanket like Lunan.

“….”
“….”

Lunan and Sloth turned around simultaneously without uttering a word, just as they had when they first met.

It was like a greeting from beings who possessed true laziness—something a criminal like myself could never achieve.

—What a pathetic sight…

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“Young Master!”

Yua rushed toward Raon and embraced him tightly.

“Did you have a good time with Grandfather?”

Raon gently stroked Yua’s head, his expression softening into a warm smile.

“Yes! I didn’t even realize a whole month had passed!”

Yua laughed cheerfully, expressing how much she’d enjoyed spending the past month with her grandfather.

“Thank you.”

Yua’s Grandfather bowed respectfully to Raon.

“Thanks to you, I was able to spend joyful days with my granddaughter after so long.”

He bowed again, expressing his gratitude for how Raon always looked after and cared for Yua.

“I’m the one who should be grateful. Yua is an essential talent for Gwangpung Hall.”

Raon firmly grasped Yua’s shoulder and bent forward respectfully.

“Did you hear that! Gwangpung Hall can’t function without me!”

Yua’s chin lifted high, her spirits lifted by Raon’s praise.

“Isn’t that right?”

She tilted her chin toward Julius.

“Ah, uh? Err….”

Julius stared blankly at Yua before flushing with embarrassment, letting out only strange exclamations.

“You’re leaving already?”

Milend smacked his lips regretfully.

“Yes. We’ve completed our business, so we must return.”

Raon nodded with a smile.

“Since we’ve resolved the problem at Sturrin Mountains, monster attacks will decrease significantly.”

He laughed, explaining that they would only encounter monsters very rarely from now on.

“Ooooh!”
“As expected of Lord Raon!”
“With the Sword Emperor here, everything’s solved in an instant!”

The Rangers and knights cheered, finally able to rest.

“Foolish bastards!”

Milend frowned, displeased with their reaction.

“You grow stronger through battle! Through battle!”

He kicked the nearby knights in disgust.

“Lord of the Castle.”

Raon approached the enraged Milend and lowered his voice.

“As you surely know, a great war will soon erupt to determine the fate of the Continent. Will you fight alongside us then?”

He bowed his head, asking Milend to participate in the coming war, since even Habun Castle at the northern edge could not escape the conflict between the Five Emperors and the Demon Lords.

“Can we fight together? Your question is wrong.”

Milend shook his head firmly.

“I will. No—Habun Castle has always stood with Zigheart!”

He stomped his foot roughly and unleashed a roar infused with aura.

“Uooooooooo!”

The knights and Rangers matched his fervor without yielding, erupting in even fiercer cheers.

“Just seeing the atmosphere here, it feels like we’ve already won. Thank you.”

Raon smiled and bowed respectfully.

“Spare me the unnecessary pleasantries. Take this instead.”

Milend handed Raon a token bearing the white Castle Wall emblem.

“This is….”
“It means Habun Castle supports Raon Zigheart as the successor of Zigheart.”

He placed the token in his palm, telling him to show it to Glen.

“Lord of the Castle….”
“I still haven’t forgotten the day you arrived at Habun Castle as a small child. They say a tree with deep roots doesn’t sway in any storm. You’ve grown truly well.”

Milend nodded with solemn eyes, satisfied just looking at Raon.

“…Thank you.”

Raon bit his lip, gazing at the token of Habun Castle resting in his palm.

“If you’re grateful, then become a lord greater than the current Head of House.”

Milend laughed as if that was all he needed.

“I don’t know if I can or cannot….”

I carefully cradled the mark resting in my palm.

“I will do my very best.”

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“This is Sieran, a descendant of the Sword Sect and bearer of the epithet Sword Emperor.”

I stood beside the Sword Emperor and raised my hand respectfully.

“You remember me, yes? It seems we meet again before the North Destruction King.”

The Sword Emperor smiled brightly and waved her hand.

“This is Yuber, a descendant of the Blade Sect and bearer of the epithet War King.”

I stepped to the side and introduced the War King.

“The War King, Yuber, pays respects to the North Destruction King.”

The War King clasped both hands together and bowed respectfully.

“Finally, this is Paratheos, an ancient dragon of the Gold Dragon Clan.”

I gestured toward Paratheos at the far left and stepped back.

“Paratheos is…”

Paratheos began to speak informally but, catching Glen’s gaze, added the formal suffix at the last moment.

“These three have expressed their desire to stand with me.”

I announced that I had received the three under my command, then bowed toward Glen seated upon the Jade Throne before straightening.

A long breath escaped.

Something pale slipped from Glen Zigheart’s lips. His expression and gaze upon hearing the introductions of the Sword Emperor, War King, and Paratheos were so grotesque that no words could adequately capture them.

-Your grandfather is ascending right now!

Wrath gestured urgently toward Glen Zigheart.

-Stop him at once!

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