The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1108

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Chapter 1108

Whoooosh!

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the torrential downpour of mana cascading from the sky.

‘This isn’t an attack.’

All the malice that Rimer had brought to Sepia had been purified by the World Tree.

This was nothing but pure mana in its essence, so there should be no significant problem in accepting it with my body.

-Your assessment is correct.

Wrath nodded, affirming my judgment.

-Such an immense malice has been purified that the mana is extraordinarily dense, but it will have no effect on you whatsoever. However….
‘Right. I’m fine, but Sterin and Siyan could be in danger.’

Sterin’s body and spirit had grown so fragile that even a light touch could prove fatal, and Siyan was exhausted from the performance, barely able to stand.

Even if I was safe, those two could be at risk.

“Both of you, please step back—”

I began to summon the wind of Garunua to push Sterin and Siyan away, but I stopped.

‘Wait. I definitely saw that fool elf’s face just now.’

As the crimson wind and mist cleared, I could see Rimer’s face in his spectral form. He wore a faint smile, just like when he used to tease me at the 5th Training Ground.

‘He’s scheming something. It must be….’

To restore Sterin and make Siyan a true guardian.

Rimer had conveyed through Haerang his wish to extend Sterin’s lifespan and make Siyan a guardian acknowledged by all.

He seemed to have deliberately dropped purified mana for that purpose.

“It’s fine….”

Sterin pressed his lips together and grasped the bow leaning against the chair. Using it as a staff, he slowly pushed himself to his feet.

“Even if I die here, I’ll accept that damned grandson’s gift.”

Sterin, having grasped Rimer’s intention, straightened his back and surrendered his body to the cascading torrent of mana.

“I, I also trust my brother, and….”

Siyan nodded and said she was fine.

“I trust Raon.”

She nodded to herself and stepped into the downpour of mana.

“There’s no helping it.”

I furrowed my brow slightly and entered the storm of mana alongside Sterin and Siyan.

Whoooooosh!

Contrary to expectations, the massive clusters of mana drew my body gently. It felt like sinking into an emerald sea.

Thud.

As my feet touched solid ground again and I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in an unfamiliar forest—not Sepia.

‘No, this is….’

The Forest Behind the Annex.

The entrance to Bekmang Mountain, where I had often come with Rimer and Glen Zigheart.

Whoooosh!

The autumn sun cast its gentle warmth downward, and the earth was soft and warm—the kind of atmosphere that invited sleep.

‘But this place isn’t reality.’

Wrath, who had been perched on my shoulder, was nowhere to be seen, and the absence of any sensation of movement before arriving at this new location confirmed it—this wasn’t reality, but rather someone else’s Mental World.

‘It must be my master’s Mental World.’

The entire forest carried Rimer’s distinctive cool fragrance, which made it certain that I had entered his Mental World.

‘Master’s Mental World didn’t originally take this form.’

After entering the Soul Reaper Sword and avenging Martha, a peaceful transformation had occurred within Rimer’s soul.

‘Where are Siyan and Sterin… hm?’

As I turned my head to search for the two of them, my eyes widened.

Whoooosh!

Sterin stood in the Training Courtyard beyond the forest, bow raised, his eyes closed.

“Sterin?”

I called his name, but he gave no response and didn’t open his eyes.

Thud.

Sterin swayed like a piece of paper caught in the wind, barely able to stand, yet he refused to fall and gripped his bow tightly.

‘I shouldn’t disturb him.’

He was in a state of deep concentration, so I couldn’t address him.

‘Then where is Siyan?’

I turned back and entered the forest before me.

Aaaaah…

A crystalline song echoed from deeper within the forest.

Following the sound, I rushed forward to find Siyan with her hands clasped together in prayer, singing a melody that seemed to ease the World Tree’s labored breathing.

Spirits of various kinds gathered around her, all wearing radiant smiles.

‘Were they drawn by Siyan’s voice?’

Siyan possessed the most beautiful voice among everyone I knew, yet her lack of confidence prevented her from fully showcasing that gift.

Ahhhhhhh!

But as Siyan overcame her embarrassment and sang, a fluid, mellifluous tone emerged—one that seemed to melt away all resistance.

The spirits danced to Siyan’s song, sharing their spiritual power with her.

Whoooosh!

As the spirits’ essence seeped into Siyan’s body, I felt her mind and flesh grow stronger.

‘An awakening!’

I swallowed hard, watching Siyan transform as she sang.

‘Did those masses of mana awaken Siyan?’

No, it wasn’t just that.

Siyan had achieved significant spiritual growth while preparing the purification song alongside me.

Having transitioned from always receiving protection to protecting everyone, her thoughts and heart must have transformed profoundly.

With her prepared to receive enlightenment and an enormous surge of mana pouring in, this awakening was undoubtedly unfolding before my eyes.

‘I shouldn’t interfere with this.’

Since this was a crucial moment for Siyan, it seemed best to step back.

Whoooooosh!

As I slowly retreated, a dull gust of wind echoed from the Training Courtyard.

‘What is it this time?’

I furrowed my brow and stepped back out into the Training Courtyard.

“Huh?”

A sound escaped my lips before I could help myself, my confusion overwhelming.

Whoooosh!

Sterin—the previous Guardian who had been lying motionless, his body and spirit both withered by age—was drawing back a bowstring.

Of course, it was neither fast nor powerful. His movements were so sluggish and feeble that he might drop the bow at any moment, yet his trembling hands persisted in drawing the string to its full extent.

‘Are you alright?’

Sterin drew the bowstring back, sweat pouring down his face as though he were burning his final embers, before releasing it.

I worried that he might depart without even a farewell, leaving things as they were.

But Sterin, as if he could never die, concentrated every ounce of his will to draw the bowstring to its absolute limit.

The archer’s most fundamental technique: take the bow, nock the arrow, draw the string, and aim at the target.

Just as I held my basic swordplay most dear, Sterin focused on the archer’s foundational stance.

He released the fully drawn string toward the transparent sky and loosed the arrow.

I watched what might be the old archer’s final moment—or perhaps a new beginning—and brought my palms together in respectful reverence.

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“R-Raon!”

The moment Dorian saw me buried beneath a mass of mana, he kicked off the ground and rushed forward. His loyalty had now risen to a place even higher than fear.

“I’m fine.”

Martha raised her arm to block Dorian’s charge.

“If you look closely, you’ll see there’s not a scratch on any of us.”

She shook her head, noting that not only Raon but Sterin and Siyan were unharmed as well.

“Huh?”

Dorian blinked as he watched Raon standing motionless in place.

“W-wait, you’re really okay? You’re not moving….”

He swallowed hard, noting that something seemed off about Raon.

“Forced awakening.”

Evelyn traced her slender fingers across her crimson lips.

“Forced awakening?”

Dorian’s head snapped around so quickly his neck nearly cracked.

“Yes. It’s a phenomenon where one falls into a state of selflessness when exposed to a massive surge of mana in an instant.”

Evelyn’s seductive gaze fell upon Raon.

“But I’ve never seen three people enter awakening simultaneously before. It must have been possible because pure mana, as if freshly born, rained down like a meteor shower.”

She examined Sterin and Siyan’s conditions, as if she’d witnessed something fascinating.

“I’m feeling a bit envious, though.”

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed as she scrutinized Siyan from head to toe.

“Ugh….”

Dorian felt the black murderous intent blooming from Evelyn’s shoulders and swallowed dryly.

“I-It’s just work! It’s merely a task!”

He pleaded for restraint, flailing both arms desperately.

“Well, that’s true!”

Evelyn accepted the explanation for now, brushing the lethal aura from her palms.

“An awakening…?”

Martha’s lips trembled as she watched Siyan, who stood rigid as stone.

“Is that really an awakening? What kind of spirits are….”

Spirits from across the entire world converged around Siyan. Not merely fire, water, earth, and wind—even spirits rarely glimpsed, such as lightning, sea, light, and darkness, were drawn to her like moths to flame.

“L-Look at Sterin! His hands!”

Dorian gasped in horror, pointing a trembling finger toward Sterin.

Crackle, crackle!

From the back of Sterin’s hand, where deep wrinkles had carved themselves like bark, a sprout-like vitality bloomed forth. His skin stretched taut and supple, gradually reclaiming its natural, youthful hue.

“Insane….”

Martha’s eyes widened as she beheld Sterin’s skin smoothing as if being ironed, and Siyan drawing in the spirits of the entire world.

“Now it truly begins.”

Evelyn smiled faintly, her gaze fixed upon Raon, who stood between Siyan and Sterin.

“Raon. What will you gain from this?”

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It took Sterin over an hour before he could draw the bowstring and release his first arrow.

But his movements gradually accelerated—the second attempt took fifty minutes, the third forty minutes, and the fourth merely twenty minutes.

Whoooosh!

At first, the arrow tumbled uselessly to the ground, but with each iteration it improved, until now it tore through the sky with such violent force that it seemed to rend the very heavens asunder.

Yet that was not all. Sterin himself underwent a profound transformation.

The sagging skin that wrinkles had loosened bloomed with elasticity and vitality as if touched by flame, and the hair that had grown thin and wispy fell away, replaced by lustrous new strands.

Not the fading twilight of autumn, but the renewal of spring’s return.

The Guardian of the Previous Era lacked no shortage of enlightenment.
As the pure, concentrated mana that Rimer had brought was absorbed into his body—starved as it was for vitality and magical essence—the awakening that had long stalled began to surge forth once more.

Whoooooosh!

Sterin’s arrow, no longer limp and feeble, shot forth with ferocious precision, detonating a shockwave that seemed to pierce the very fabric of space.

Huuuuuung!

Now Sterin released his arrows without the slightest hesitation, each one brimming with power and vitality.

Whoooooosh!

At last, Sterin loosed his arrows looking even younger than when he had first arrived at Sepia.
I could feel that his body, spirit, and aura had all been restored.

Kuuuuung!

In thirty minutes, Sterin had completed all the archery techniques he had been mastering, then drove his bow and arrows into the Battlefield.

His eyelids slowly lifted, revealing eyes as serene and noble as ancient starlight.

“….”

Sterin nodded as if expressing gratitude to himself, then became a gust of green wind and departed from the Mental World.

“To witness such an awakening. It feels like comprehending an entirely new realm.”

I smiled gently and stepped into the forest where Siyan was.

Aaaaah.

Siyan continued singing with her hands clasped together.

Goooooh!

But now, instead of spirits, the primordial essence of nature—what could be called the archetype of spirits—swirled around her like a river of stars.

These colossal currents of natural energy, sharp enough to sting her fingertips, slowly rotated and seeped into every pore of Siyan’s body.

Uuuuuung!

Constellation-like lights blossomed across Siyan’s pale skin, and the spiritual power she possessed deepened to a degree incomparable to before.

Thump.

Siyan lowered her clasped hands and slowly opened her eyes. Her enigmatic golden irises rippled as if drawing me in.

“….”

Like Sterin, Siyan nodded to me before transforming into transparent water and vanishing from the Mental World.

The forest she left behind sank into serene darkness, as if drained of light.

“Both of them have succeeded in their awakenings.”

I gazed back at the forest where Siyan had sung and the Training Courtyard where Sterin had displayed his archery, exhaling softly.

‘To achieve awakening so effortlessly. No, that wasn’t quite it.’

Sterin had created the enlightenment necessary for awakening, but at the final moment, he seemed to have failed due to insufficient physical body and mana. The surge of mana fragments that served as an alternative allowed him to grasp the thread of awakening he had lost.

Siyan, on the other hand, possessed abundant physical body and mana, but clearly gained the enlightenment she had failed to achieve through her gentle heart and spirit during this training.

‘How did my teacher know about this?’

According to Haelang’s account, Rimer had come to the Facility deliberately harboring malice.

In other words, he had been targeting the awakening of Sterin and Siyan, but I couldn’t fathom what he’d perceived to feel such certainty.

‘Well, he is an eccentric elf after all.’

As I chuckled and shook my head, a pale jade-green wind approached from over my shoulder.

“Master?”

From the wind, I sensed Rimer’s characteristic refreshing yet mischievous nature.
The malice that had lingered in the Soul Reaper Sword had been purified, and he seemed to have returned to his original disposition.

However, he had not resumed his elven form and existed only as wind.

“Surely not….”

I bit my lip as I watched Rimer grow progressively fainter.

“Did you use your last strength to awaken Lord Sterin and Lady Siyan?”
Whoooosh.

Rimer answered by gently lifting his bangs before me. Whether it meant yes or no, I couldn’t tell.

But one thing was certain: the time I had left with Rimer was running short. I didn’t feel as though we would meet again as we had before.

“….”

I stared at the ground, my lips trembling. Before Rimer truly vanished, there was something I desperately wanted to say—something I had to say.

“Master.”

I straightened my posture and gazed at the jade-green wind that carried both clarity and playfulness.

“There is something I have not told you.”

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