The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1104

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Chapter 1104

“Sigh…”

I furrowed my brow as I watched the crimson wind whipping through the air.

‘Even with only his soul remaining, there’s someone this predictable.’

I had suspected that Rimer would head to Sepia after leaving me, and my prediction proved correct.

The blood wind and mist now engulfing the Grand Forest were the malice brought by Rimer’s soul.

-That bastard is the same whether he’s dead or alive.

Wrath let out a hollow laugh as if exasperated.

-He came because that aura is bothersome, didn’t he?

He scoffed, suggesting that Rimer had come to Sepia wanting to erase the resentment clinging to his own soul.

‘That’s not it.’

I shook my head calmly.

‘It’s more likely he came without knowing things would turn out this way.’

Recalling Rimer’s words and actions when he was alive, it was far more probable that he had come to Sepia as a courtesy visit without anticipating this outcome.

“Th-the path opened?”

Martha approached my side, her words faltering.

“What did you do?”

She widened her eyes upon seeing the mist—which couldn’t be cut even by her own blade—parting open.

“You accomplished with a single finger what even my magic couldn’t do!”

Evelyn laughed with a pleased smile, as if to say I had done well.

“I knew our Raon would come through!”

She nodded, as if to say there was no choice but to follow me.

“Um, um, Raon.”

Dorian swallowed hard and stood behind me.

“What are you seeing? Why do you keep staring at empty air…?”

His shoulders trembled slightly, as if fear gripped him.

“Does anyone else feel something from that wind?”

I pointed my finger at the wind and crimson mist swirling above the Grand Forest.

“There’s a nauseating smell of blood, but it’s different from blood energy.”

Evelyn examined the mana itself, approaching it as a mage would.

“It’s not purified either, and it’s not a natural occurrence. How strange.”

She shrugged, indicating her knowledge didn’t extend to this.

“Hmm!”

Martha let out a low murmur, her eyes fixed on the crimson mist.

“It’s not blood energy, like you said. But…”

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, as if she didn’t quite understand it herself.

“Strangely, I feel a sense of longing from it.”

Martha scratched her head, feeling an odd emotion even as she spoke.

“You’re saying you feel longing from that place?”

Dorian swallowed hard, his throat dry, and stepped forward.

“It’s just an eerie wind and mist, nothing more… huh?”

He stared blankly at the crimson fog before slowly opening his mouth.

“Wait, that’s it!”

Dorian’s jaw trembled as he realized he felt the same thing Martha did.

“I don’t know why, but my chest aches. It’s like my insides are twisted…?”

He bit his lip hard, feeling both bitterness and longing wash over him simultaneously.

-Fascinating.

Wrath clicked his tongue softly as he observed Dorian and Martha.

-The faint traces of that bastard’s aura lingering here—only someone of your caliber should be able to sense it.

He let out a small exclamation of amazement that Dorian and Martha had detected Rimer’s presence.

‘Dorian and Martha didn’t sense Master’s aura.’

I shook my head calmly.

-Then what?
‘They sensed the memories dwelling within Master’s soul.’

Just as Wrath said, Martha and Dorian couldn’t perceive Rimer’s presence woven into that crimson wind and mist.

Instead, they were sensing him through the time they had spent together and the memories they shared with him.

“What on earth is this?”

Martha placed her hand over her chest, her brow furrowed.

“Why does this mist make my heart ache so?”

She placed her hand on the sword as if it were some kind of special curse.

“My heart isn’t feeling good either. But I don’t want to back away from this….”

Dorian clenched his fists, saying he was afraid but didn’t want to leave this place.

“That wind and mist are….”

I raised my hand and pointed to the crimson wind and mist that seemed to have drawn closer.

“It’s been summoned by my Master’s soul. It seems he came here after departing from the Soul Reaper Sword.”

I explained the true nature of the wind and mist to the two of them.

“Y-Your Master? So that’s why I’m feeling this way….”
“I said I missed him. The only person who gives me such emotions is that gambler.”

Dorian’s eyes widened in shock, while Martha let out a hollow laugh, saying it made sense.

“Rimer…?”

Evelyn tilted her head as if she didn’t understand even after being told. It seemed she couldn’t feel it at all since they had only spent a short time together.

“But why is my Master blocking Sepia in that form…?”

Dorian tilted his head greatly, unable to understand.

“You know well what kind of person our Master is.”

I watched the wind and mist growing increasingly stronger and curled up the corners of my mouth.

“The vengeful spirits in the Soul Reaper Sword stained themselves in darkness to take revenge on the White Blood Cult Master. My Master accepted that darkness himself to save them no matter what.”

From the moment Rimer emerged from the Soul Reaper Sword, he carried deep resentments clinging to him.

At the time, I thought they weren’t that significant and believed I could purify them myself, but now it seemed that was just the tip of the iceberg.

“My Master came here to purify the resentments clinging to him, but it seems he became trapped because he couldn’t handle it.”

The most important reason for coming to Sepia was to explain Rimer’s circumstances and gain the Guardian’s support.
I had considered the possibility that something like this might occur, but I never expected my prediction to be so precisely accurate.

-Your words ring true.

Wrath nodded heavily.

-That stubborn fool. Even if he took all the malice upon himself, it seems he desperately wanted to save the vengeful spirits trapped within that blade.

He clicked his tongue bitterly, remarking that the boy’s meddling knew no bounds.

“Ah!”

Dorian let out a groan as if finally understanding, his gaze fixed on the crimson wind. Moisture began to glisten in his eyes.

“Just sleep as you normally would, and stop this needless interference….”

Martha exhaled a sigh and bit her lip.

“So this path opening means….”

Evelyn furrowed her brow, gazing at the mist parting before Raon.

“He’s asking for help.”

Raon chuckled softly and nodded.

“Still the same as always….”

Just as I was about to move forward to enter the Grand Forest where the mist had parted.

“Don’t move!”

A cold warning echoed from deep within the darkened forest.

A sharp wind swept across the area.

Simultaneously, a piercing killing intent radiated outward. Among the trees and thickets shrouded in mist, the presence of numerous Elves could be felt.

“Lift the curse you’ve placed on this Forest at once!”

A familiar woman’s voice echoed from the center of the killing intent.
Though her face remained hidden behind the mist Rimer had scattered and the thick undergrowth, I recognized her instantly.

“Siyan?”

I called out the name of the familiar voice.

“Huh…?”

With a startled gasp, the mist parted more deeply, and the face of the Red-haired Elf standing at the front came into view.

“Wha—what?!”

Siyan’s mouth fell open as she stared at me.

“Raon!”

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“I’m so sorry!”

Siyan bowed deeply to me.

“When the mist I couldn’t penetrate with my abilities suddenly parted, I naturally assumed the sorcerer who cast this spell had arrived!”

She apologized again, explaining that she couldn’t see my face through the mist and couldn’t sense my presence.

“I understand. I couldn’t see your face either because of the mist.”

I waved my hand, telling her it was fine.

“But did you call this mist a curse?”

I raised a finger to point at the crimson mist that Rimer had brought.

“Isn’t this a curse?”

Siyan tilted her head as if to ask why I would ask something so obvious.

“When I saw that it prevented us from leaving and blocked anyone from entering from outside, I naturally assumed it was a curse. The only problem is that I can’t remember who cast it at all….”

She blinked her eyes, admitting that she couldn’t think of anything beyond the curse.

“That’s certainly a reasonable assumption.”

I smiled faintly and nodded.

“However….”

Siyan looked up at the undulating crimson mist, her eyes narrowing.

“When I look at it, my chest aches for some reason. It doesn’t seem to be from the curse’s influence.”

She pressed her lips together, uncertain of the reason herself.

“….”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed Siyan with her head bowed.

‘Is blood truly thicker than water?’

Without any prior information about what had happened to Rimer, she felt longing and sorrow—it seemed that family bonds were indeed something different.

“How did you come to be here, Raon? Did you perhaps come to help us?”

Siyan gazed at me with hopeful eyes.

“Well, yes.”

I nodded slowly.

“There are things I must tell you, and I need to deal with that mist as well.”
“What things?”

Siyan’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“I’ll explain after meeting with Sterin. I think it would be better if both of you heard it together.”
“Ah, that makes sense. I’m sorry….”

She bowed her head deeply, admitting her impatience. Seeing her face flush with color, it seemed she had returned to those days when she was easily embarrassed.

“Oh, but one thing before that.”

Siyan raised a finger.

“Please don’t tell Grandfather about this mist and wind. He’ll worry.”

She clasped her hands together in a plea.

“Does Sterin not know about this situation?”

Raon’s eyes widened.

“No. Once you see Grandfather, you’ll understand why. Come this way.”

Siyan smiled wryly before quickly leading me through the Forest to Sepia.

“Our benefactor!”
“The benefactor has returned!”
“Could it be you’ve come to erase that mist and wind?”
“Only you could do it!”

The Elves in Sepia bowed their waists in reverence. They seemed to regard me even more highly than Siyan.

-This isn’t a good situation.

Wrath’s eyes narrowed slightly.

-Why?
-Because you’re annoyingly handsome and somewhat strong, but the true master of this land is that High Elf.

He still seemed upset about his appearance and brought up the subject of looks first.

-Besides, setting aside that High Elf,
don’t you think you’re the one who should resolve this problem? As a King, this is absolutely not a good situation.

Wrath snorted dismissively, as if it were a matter requiring careful consideration.

‘…I see.’

I understood what Wrath meant and nodded calmly.

“You remember. It’s here.”

Siyan paid no attention to the other elves’ words and guided me to a small cabin. This dilapidated place was Sterin’s home.

“Grandfather might still be sleeping, so let me check first.”
“Come in.”

As she reached for the door, Sterin’s voice came from inside the cabin. It was a voice drained of all strength, as if he had just woken up.

“Looks like you’re awake. Let’s go in.”

Siyan smiled awkwardly and opened the door to the old cabin, stepping inside.

Whoooosh.

As I followed her into the cabin, a refreshing herbal scent wafted through the air, lifting my spirits.

“Ah….”

I swallowed a deep groan upon seeing Sterin lying on the bed.

‘Why is it like this….’

It was true that Sterin had been approaching death, but I had thought his lifespan had increased after gaining enlightenment.

Yet the Sterin before my eyes now had deteriorated to the point where it would be no surprise if he died at any moment. Like grass leaves that had turned yellow after enduring drought, there was no vitality to be felt.

“It’s been a long time.”

Sterin lifted his head with great difficulty and managed a smile.

“I greet you, Guardian.”

Raon stood frozen for a moment before hastily bowing at the waist.

“I’m not the current Guardian, but the previous one. The Guardian of this age stands right beside you, does she not?”

Sterin pointed with trembling fingers at Siyan, who stood at his side.

“….”

Siyan found it difficult to look upon her grandfather’s state and kept her gaze fixed on her own feet.

“Well, given how I look now, it’s only natural you’d be shocked.”

Sterin smiled with understanding, his weathered face creasing gently.

“What on earth happened to you? Has another enemy attacked…?”

Raon had come to this place to explain the circumstances, but he wanted to hear Sterin’s account first.

“It was merely my own greed.”

Sterin exhaled a long sigh.

“I was greedy, wanting to watch over this child a little longer, and in doing so, I lost what I had gained.”

He offered a bitter smile as he explained how he had attempted to transcend his limits based on enlightenment to extend his lifespan, only to fail.

“I see….”

There was no need to hear more. It was clear that Sterin, worried about Siyan being left alone, had attempted to extend his life even slightly, only to find himself drawing closer to death instead.

“Raon. You’ve come to help us, haven’t you?”

Sterin smiled faintly and gazed up at the cabin’s ceiling.

“To dispel the mist and wind that shroud the Forest.”

Unlike what Siyan said, he knew the full extent of the situation Sepia was facing.

“Ah, you knew about it?”

Siyan’s eyes widened as if she hadn’t considered that possibility at all.

“Even though I’m lying here like this, I was still the guardian of this land. Of course I would know.”

He gently waved his hand, as if telling her not to underestimate him.

“Grandfather….”

Siyan’s eyebrows trembled as she felt Sterin’s consideration.

“I’m sorry to those who came all this way, but this matter is something I and this child must resolve ourselves.”

Sterin grasped Siyan’s hand as she stood beside the bed.

“Siyan hasn’t yet been recognized by everyone in Sepia. If you resolve this matter, you can become a true guardian.”

He nodded heavily, as if he harbored the same concerns as Wrath.

“Grandfather. I….”
“You don’t need to say anything. That’s what family is.”

Sterin gently stroked Siyan’s hair, telling her not to worry.

“Um….”

Raon parted his dry lips as he watched the affection overflowing between Siyan and Sterin.

“The mist and wind currently enveloping Sepia….”

Even in this situation—or perhaps because of it—there was something he needed to tell them first.

“They were brought here by my master and your family member, Rimer….”

Raon closed his eyes tightly as he revealed the truth.

Whoosh!

In that instant, Sterin—whose fingers had barely obeyed him moments before—thrust himself off the decrepit bed and surged to his feet.

“This damnable burn!”

His eyes blazed with murderous intent, as though he would strike Rimer down on the spot if that bastard stood before him now.

-Indeed, noble blood runs differently!

Wrath nodded vigorously, as if finally willing to acknowledge the truth.

-Even an Elf on death’s door rises to his feet!

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