The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1103

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Chapter 1103
“Raon.”
Deningrose caught her breath and called out to me.
“Did you already know what’s happening in Sepia?”
Her eyes widened as if asking how I could possibly know something she’d only recently heard about herself.
“No. I only learned about it thanks to you, Deningrose. However….”
I shook my head, clarifying that this wasn’t something I’d known beforehand.
“I simply thought it was possible that such a situation might occur.”
Considering the incidents that had happened before and the personality of that person I knew, it was entirely plausible, so I wasn’t particularly surprised.
“W-what kind of situation? Could it be that remnants of the White Blood Cult are still alive?”
Dorian’s jaw trembled with fear. The mention of crimson mist and wind had apparently reminded him of the White Blood Cult.
“The White Blood Cult is alive?”
Martha furrowed her brow deeply, her hand gripping her sword.
“Good thing I came out. I need to kill those bastards myself!”
She gnashed her teeth, determined to completely erase the name of the White Blood Cult.
“There are indeed remnants of the White Blood Cult still around. However, the executives leading them aren’t even Archbishops—they’re merely lower-ranking bishops. They pose no threat whatsoever to Zigheart or the Five Emperors.”
Deningrose lowered her hand, dismissing the White Blood Cult remnants as being at such a pathetic level they might as well not exist.
“If they were using sorcery or magic powerful enough to pressure Sepia, it absolutely couldn’t be the White Blood Cult.”
She shook her head, stating that not a single Blood Ghost beyond the level of Grand Master remained in this world.
“Could you tell me the exact circumstances surrounding Sepia?”
I turned my body toward Deningrose.
“We haven’t fully grasped the situation in Sepia yet either.”
Deningrose clasped her hands together apologetically.
“What I currently know is that crimson mist and wind are swirling through Sepia, preventing people from entering and the Elves from leaving.”
“So entry and exit are completely blocked.”
I nodded, understanding what the problem was.
“Yes. As you know, Sepia is currently conducting trade with people, especially significant transactions with Zigheart. However, because of the crimson mist, the passage is blocked and they’re suffering considerable losses.”
She frowned, noting that the path to Sepia was completely sealed off.
“Then Sepia didn’t create that mist themselves.”
Martha raised her eyebrows, suggesting this seemed to be something happening from the outside.
“Should I go slice it apart?”
She licked her lips as if asking me to leave it to her.
“No, I can just blow it away with my magic.”
Evelyn, unwilling to lose to Martha, conjured a magic circle above her palm.
“Hmph.”
“Tch.”
The two women smiled at each other, but there was not the slightest hint of friendliness in their expressions.
“Ugh….”
Dorian quietly stepped back, exhausted by Martha and Evelyn’s crude approach to problem-solving.
—You. What exactly do you know?
Wrath patted my shoulder reassuringly, demanding I speak quickly.
‘I don’t fully understand it myself right now. But….’
I grasped the sheath of the Neck Wheel Sword gently. Feeling the crisp, fragrant breeze descending from the heavens above, I drew a faint smile.
‘I might be able to resolve this problem.’
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“Grandfather!”
Siyan, a High Elf and the current Guardian of Sepia, raised her voice as she entered the small, weathered cabin.
“Have you eaten?”
She approached Sterin, the former Guardian, who sat with his back deeply buried in a tilted chair.
“Siyan….”
Sterin slowly lifted his head. His entire body had withered like petals beginning to wilt, and his face bore deep wrinkles that could not be erased.
“You must be busy. Why have you come here?”
Sterin parted his parched lips with difficulty.
“I came to prepare a meal for you, Grandfather!”
Siyan lifted her chin as if asking why he would question something so obvious.
“It’s fine….”
Sterin shook his head, saying he would eat on his own and not to worry.
“If I don’t come, you won’t eat at all!”
Siyan sighed and placed the fruit she had brought onto the worn table.
“The nadin bread you gave me is still here.”
Sterin pointed to the nadin bread placed by the window. The bread had hardened like stone, untouched for a long time.
“Not that—you need to eat something nutritious!”
Siyan removed the nadin bread she had made and arranged the fruit instead.
“Yes, yes. I understand.”
Sterin chuckled softly, admitting he could never win against his granddaughter. With trembling hands, he lifted a ripe apple.
“Sigh….”
Sterin lacked the strength to bite into the apple; he merely left teeth marks on the skin before lowering his hand.
“Grandfather….”
Siyan bit her lip sadly, watching Sterin struggle even to eat fruit properly.
“Let me cut it for you!”
She forced brightness into her voice and carefully sliced the apple into small pieces with a wooden knife.
“Thank you.”
Sterin exhaled heavily, frustrated by his weakened body and spirit, then placed the apple pieces Siyan had cut into his mouth.
“The one who invented nadin bread to avoid the trouble of eating is now slicing fruit for me. Elves truly must live long to witness such changes.”
He gazed at Siyan with a gentle smile, satisfied by her
positive transformation.
“I can do anything for you. You must live a long, long life!”
Siyan continued to plead with him to stay by her side, gripping Sterin’s weathered hand firmly.
“Our elves do live longer than other races, but when the time comes, it is the same for all.”
Sterin shook his head with an awkward smile.
“The will of nature cannot be defied.”
“Grandfather!”
Siyan’s brow furrowed as if she refused to hear such words.
“You will become a far more excellent and compassionate guardian than I ever was. Many already follow you, do they not?”
Sterin smiled warmly, assuring Siyan that she was doing wonderfully.
“That’s not true! I still have so much to learn!”
Siyan’s eyes reddened as she begged him not to say such things.
“I’ve already lost my brother. I can’t lose you too, Grandfather.”
She buried her face against his chest, pleading for him to stay with her always.
“Very well. I shall remain.”
Sterin forced strength into his trembling grip and gently stroked his granddaughter’s hair with care.
“Sniffle…”
Siyan lifted her head slowly, her tears and runny nose having stained Sterin’s shirt.
“So you’re still just a child after all.”
Sterin smiled faintly and wiped away her tears and runny nose with a handkerchief.
“I am! I’m still a child!”
Siyan pouted, insisting that she was still young and inexperienced.
“Heh.”
Sterin’s face softened into a tender smile, finding his grown granddaughter endearing.
“By the way, have you heard from Elaim recently?”
“Yes. He reaches out to me often.”
Siyan nodded, confirming that Elaim contacted her frequently.
“He said the stabilization work in the Spirit Realm should be finished soon.”
The Water Spirit King Elaim and the Fire Spirit King Ifrit were still occupied with stabilizing the Spirit Realm and could not be summoned at will.
However, now that the stabilization work was nearing completion, Elaim had begun reaching out to her on his own initiative.
“That is fortunate…”
Sterin nodded gently, relief evident in his expression. His eyelids fluttered as if exhaustion from speaking had overtaken him.
“You should rest now.”
Siyan helped Sterin to his feet and laid him down on his bed.
“I should go. I still have things to attend to.”
“Very well. Do your best.”
Sterin’s eyes deepened with understanding of the burden she carried.
“I’ll be back soon!”
She promised to visit again in the evening and left Sterin’s chamber.
“Sigh…”
Sterin gazed up at the ceiling, as worn as his own skin, and exhaled a long, heavy breath.
I understand Siyan’s feelings, but enduring this is far from easy.
Siyan follows only me and Rimer.
Rimer is dead, and I myself am rushing toward death, so Siyan’s complexion grows darker with each passing day.
It’s too heavy a burden to bear.
With Siyan’s abilities, she could become a Guardian who surpasses me.
But that child is still fragile and immature.
Having been confined to a corner for so long, there is much she needs to learn, and her heart is as thin as glass on the verge of shattering.
I wanted to teach her more and give her more experiences, just as Siyan said.
I should have obtained that enlightenment.
When Eden and the Dragons attacked Sepia, I was able to gain a small enlightenment thanks to Raon.
Based on that enlightenment, I attempted to reach a realm where I could extend my lifespan, but I failed, and instead aging and death came to me all the faster.
I’m sorry.
I’m clinging to the thread of life for Siyan’s sake, but the limit is far too clear.
“Foolish girl.”
Sterin exhaled a long sigh with his eyes clenched shut.
“Why did you leave like that….”
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Crunch.
Siyan leaned her back against the outer wall of Sterin’s residence, biting her lip.
Grandfather, I’m sorry.
She naturally knew that Sterin was struggling and finding it hard to endure.
But if Sterin were to leave after Rimer, she felt she would die as well, so she desperately wanted to be with him, even if only a little longer.
If only Raon were by my side, I could have endured it.
Raon is someone on equal footing with Rimer and Sterin, someone who can reassure me. Just seeing him would ease my heart.
But Raon was moving so busily for Zigheart and the Continent that even two bodies would not be enough. I couldn’t call for him even if I wanted to.
“Guardian.”
Erian, the leader of the Guardians, approached Siyan and bowed his head.
“Is the previous Guardian doing well?”
“He continues to struggle….”
Siyan bit her lip, seeming to feel pangs of conscience.
“Guardian. Please do not blame yourself so much. The previous Guardian surely understands everything.”
Erian firmly grasped Siyan’s wavering shoulders.
“Guardian….”
Siyan closed her eyes deeply as she listened to Erian’s words, then opened them.
“You’re right. I am a Guardian, so I must never show weakness.”
Regardless of what happens before Sterin, I cannot show my suffering to the Elves I must protect.
“Let me handle that first.”
Siyan furrowed her brow as she observed the crimson mist and wind engulfing Sepia’s barrier.
‘What on earth is that mist?’
The wind and mist carried a thick, blood-soaked scent as if saturated with the blood of countless people, yet strangely, no malevolent aura emanated from them.
“No matter how I look at it, I cannot understand. Who did this, and for what purpose?”
Erian also furrowed his brow, encountering such a bizarre mist for the first time.
“The problem is that it doesn’t erase easily.”
As Siyan lowered her finger, a unicorn shimmering with blue light burst forth from the empty air. It was a supreme-tier water spirit.
“Attack.”
She pointed at the crimson mist obscuring the sky, and a massive torrent of water erupted from the unicorn’s horn, piercing through the mist.
Whoooosh!
Yet the mist, as if indifferent to the assault, immediately restored the torn space.
Even water magic infused with supreme-tier spirit power seemed unable to penetrate the crimson mist and wind.
“It appears to be a powerful curse. However….”
Siyan’s eyes narrowed deeply as she observed the undulating mist.
“It possesses no aggression whatsoever.”
Typically, when attacking a formidable curse, a counterattack of equal or greater magnitude would return, yet this mist showed no reaction, merely enveloping Sepia without resistance.
‘The White Blood Sect has been destroyed, and Eden and Derus Robert shouldn’t be moving now, should they? No, more than that….’
Siyan’s fingertips trembled as she gazed at the crimson mist undulating like waves.
‘I sense a familiar aura in the wind protecting that mist.’
From the wind carrying the repugnant stench of blood, she inexplicably felt longing and a clear, pure energy.
It was so faint that she wanted to believe it was an illusion, yet every time she sensed it, her heart grew heavy.
‘Still, I must dispel it.’
Grandfather would be worried.
Sterin was currently in such a weakened state that he could not perceive this mist. Before his concern deepened, I had to swiftly push away this mist and wind.
‘Moreover, it’s blocking entry and exit from Sepia.’
The mist prevented external intrusion while also blocking those inside from leaving. It seemed designed to isolate the Elves.
Uuuuuuung!
It was the moment Siyan gathered her spirit power to its maximum and attempted to summon all supreme-tier spirits at once.
“Guardian!”
Leiran rushed forward with a shout like a battle cry.
“Humans are entering from the West Side!”
“Humans?”
Siyan’s eyes widened in surprise.
“How is that possible with this mist here? No, who is entering? Are they enemies?”
“They were unable to confirm faces because of the mist,” Leiran replied.
Leiran shook her head, indicating they had not yet identified their identities.
“Then how did they enter? The path is blocked because of the mist.”
Siyan lowered her brow in confusion.
“The mist….”
Leiran’s lips trembled as if she herself could not believe what she was saying.
“The mist opened a path for us!”
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Whoooooosh!
The Grand Forest lay shrouded beneath a crimson haze as thick and impenetrable as a blackout curtain. From within the forest came the sound of wind so violent it seemed a tempest was raging.
“Ugh….”
Dorian’s jaw dropped as he gazed upon the scarlet mist enveloping the forest.
“Is this… really it? A mist that reeks of blood.”
His shoulders trembled at the mere sight of it.
“It’s quite massive, isn’t it…?”
Martha swallowed hard, having underestimated the scale of this phenomenon.
“I can disperse it.”
Evelyn launched a blazing spear, confident her magic could handle the situation.
Whoooosh!
Yet even as her spell struck true, the crimson mist remained, utterly unmoved.
“Disperse it? Not a chance! Let me try!”
Martha snorted and unleashed a sword strike, but the mist stood firm as a castle wall, not even wavering.
“You did swing your blade, right? There’s not even a breeze.”
“Tch….”
Evelyn let out a scoff, and Martha’s brow furrowed.
“….”
Raon approached the crimson mist without a word.
“Raon! It’s dangerous! Didn’t Deningrose say the mist violently repels people!”
Dorian cried out, recalling the information he’d heard.
“It’s fine.”
Despite Dorian’s warning, Raon did not stop and placed his hand upon the crimson mist.
Whoooosh!
The mist that repelled humans and imprisoned elves gently parted at his touch, opening a path forward for me to advance.
The pristine fragrance of the Grand Forest and the towering thickets swayed as if welcoming me.
“Huh….”
“What is this….”
Martha and Evelyn stared with disbelief.
“As expected.”
I nodded knowingly, my chin settling with quiet certainty.
‘You feel it too, don’t you?’
I turned my gaze toward Wrath, a faint smile crossing my face.
-I’m getting tired of this now.
Wrath looked up at the undulating crimson sky, his brow furrowing.
“That damnable bastard. When the hell is he going to disappear?!”
“Even a zombie isn’t this persistent!”

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