The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1109

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Chapter 1109

Whoooosh.

Rimer tapped my shoulder with a gentle breeze, as if urging me to speak.

“Should we sit for a moment?”

I let out a thin laugh and collapsed onto the ground, leaning my back against the tree.

Uuuuung.

Rimer approached my side approvingly. He tickled my fingers with the wind, as if insisting I speak.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled slowly and gazed around the sunlit forest. Feeling the air of the place where I had spent time with Rimer and Glen, I gradually closed my eyes.

‘Is it really okay to speak?’

Though Rimer now existed as wind rather than an elf, his soul remained intact, so he could understand all my words and emotions.

Not knowing how he would react to my story, my chest trembled and my fingertips quivered—just as they did when facing an incomparably powerful opponent.

‘Fear is an emotion I haven’t felt in a long time.’

To tell my master, who saw me only as Raon Zigheart, not merely of my past, but of my previous life—of the life I lived as an assassin who killed people—my lips would not move easily.

‘But I must do this.’

There were only three people I had decided to tell about my previous life as an assassin.

Wrath, Glen, and Rimer. I wanted to share my story with these three, with whom I had built bonds deeper than mere trust, before I died.

On the other hand, Sylvia, who could be considered the closest to me, would likely grieve for the rest of her life the moment she learned my circumstances, so I could not tell her.

‘Honestly, I don’t even want to speak of it now.’

But if this is the end….

Rimer had expended his soul’s power so excessively that he could no longer maintain his elven form.

He had drawn that immense malevolence to this place, endured without causing harm until it was purified, and ultimately awakened Sterin and Siyan with the purified energy.

Having consumed so much of his soul’s power, it was hardly strange that he might fade away like this.

‘Yes. I should tell him.’

Rimer might not treat me as he had before, or might regard me as an entirely different being, but I wanted to share my past life with someone who had always been sincere with me.

“Master.”

I opened my eyes slowly. After gazing up at the verdant tree, I gradually lowered my gaze and met Rimer’s spiritual eyes.

“Everything I’m about to tell you is the truth.”
Whoooosh!

Rimer lifted his head violently with a fierce wind, as if demanding I stop wasting time and speak already.

“This life is not my first. It is my second.”

I dispensed with preamble and laid out the most crucial fact first.

….

Rimer showed no reaction and quietly waited for my next words. Knowing he would respond this way, I found myself smiling naturally.

“I remember my past life, not merely my past. In my previous existence, I became a tool of Derus Robert and caused suffering to countless people. Even if I was brainwashed, I killed innocent people, stole and manipulated precious information, and trained other assassins.”

I exhaled a breath heavier than any sigh as I spoke of my past life.

Uuuuooosh!

Rimer jumped up with a start, flying over his own head. As if he had just realized the nature of his relationship with Derus Robert, he spun around in the air like a hamster wheel.

“Their reaction is pretty funny, as expected.”

Without even waiting until the end, seeing such an exaggerated reaction right away—it was unmistakably Rimer.

If Wrath had been beside me, I imagined he would have said, “Here we go with the ear-pulling nonsense again!”

Whoooosh.

Rimer swayed his tail, which was made of wind, urging me to continue. He seemed to want to ease my tension so I could speak without burden.

“Understood. I’ll tell you from the beginning. In my early childhood, which I barely remember, I was kidnapped by the subordinates of Derus Robert. Beneath Lusain Mountain, which supports the western side of the Robert Family, there is a cavern where assassins are raised, and there I….”

Despite the grim story, I recounted my past with a faint smile lingering at the corners of my mouth.

“…I cursed Derus before dying, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw my mother. That is how I came to live a second life as Raon Zigheart.”

After finishing the story of how Derus Robert had cut my throat and I died, I closed my eyes again.

Crunch.

I lacked the courage to look directly at Rimer, so I only bit my lips.

Whoooosh.

While I remained trapped in the darkness I had created for some time, I felt my head being gently pushed upward. Someone was stroking my head with their hand.

‘What is this….’

As I lifted my eyelids, I saw worn boots pressing against the ground. Those shoes that kicked across the Training Ground floor every day. There was no mistaking the lazy elf’s boots.

‘Surely not!’

My eyes trembled as I lifted my head.

Whoooooosh.

Rimer, composed of pale green wind, was stroking my head with a subtle smile on his face.

“M-Master….”

I felt my jaw tremble as I sensed the warmth emanating from Rimer’s touch, even though it was made of wind.

[I thought he might have stolen some of the Head of House’s favorite Nadin bread, but it turned out to be something far more serious. I understand why he’s afraid.]

Hearing Rimer’s playful voice, my chest swelled with overwhelming emotion.

[Still….]

Rimer withdrew his hand from Raon’s head and nodded.

[Thank you for telling me. Now all the questions I’ve had about you finally make sense.]

He continued to see Raon as simply Raon, his expression warm and genuine.

[You’ve endured much. Raon.]

Rimer spoke of my hardship in a tone neither heavy nor light, gripping my shoulder firmly.

“Mm….”

Hearing those words of acknowledgment from him, the dam holding back my emotions finally broke. My nose stung, and my vision blurred.

“…I should have told you sooner. I’m sorry.”

I bowed my head to Rimer. Seeing his reaction, I felt regret that I hadn’t spoken of it earlier.

[You don’t need to think that way. Since I’m already dead, perhaps it’s easier for me to accept such things without difficulty.]

Rimer shook his head, saying that because he was already deceased, he could accept stories of his past life without concern.

[When you tell the others,
watch your timing. Don’t just blurt it out whenever.]

He chuckled, remarking that Glen might be so shocked he’d ascend to heaven.

“What will become of you now, Master?”

I looked at Rimer while touching my reddened nose.

[I’m not sure myself. I expended quite a bit of power because of our old man and that foolish brother. I didn’t think about what comes after.]

Rimer chuckled, saying he’d just gone for it without thinking about the consequences.

“How were you so certain that Siyan and Sterin could awaken?”

I let out a hollow breath.

“It doesn’t make sense for them to grow further after leaving.”

I didn’t know whether Sterin needed more pure mana or if Siyan needed spiritual growth.
I couldn’t understand how Rimer had known exactly what both of them needed.

[It just felt like it would work.]

Rimer grinned, saying it felt the same as when he directed trainees in the 5th Training Ground. It was an absurd answer, but it was quintessentially him.

“I’m glad it worked out, but it could have been dangerous.”

I nodded while narrowing my eyes.

[You did well. I was trusting you.]

Rimer raised his thumb, saying it was something he’d done because I trusted him.

“Well, I suppose I should stop supporting my master now.”

I brushed the wind-laden dust from my palms.

“Seeing my body fade like this, it seems it’s time for me to leave.”

As my hands gradually became transparent, it seemed my time to depart from this world was approaching, just like Sterin and Siyan.

[Since you came here too, you should gain something from it.]

Rimer approached with a smile.

“This much mana won’t make much difference for me.”

I shook my head toward Rimer. It wasn’t arrogance—at this level of mana, I truly couldn’t achieve significant growth.

[Not mana.]

Rimer smiled and extended his hand toward my head.

[I should take a reward for giving me the courage. Thank you, Raon.]

As he spoke those words of gratitude again and gently stroked my head, my past life and present unfolded like a panorama before me.

A true opening of the soul. The spirits of my past and present lives, which had been separated, began to intertwine like thread and needle,
,
becoming one continuous existence.

My life. The journey thus far. I felt new colors being added to my soul as they blended smoothly like paint swirled by a brush, merging into one.

“Haa….”

I released the tension from my entire body as the waters of the soul rose within me, closing my eyes gently.

More than ever before, with a body and mind now at ease, I sank into the ocean of awakening.

Whoooosh!

Flames and wind, frost and earth energy blazed around me, yet these energies did not spread outward—they seeped only into me.

Zzzzzing!

My soul, body, and mana resonated in deep harmony.
Spirit, energy, and body—the realm already perfected once now grew even more fortified as a new soul entered, forming an ever-stronger fortress.

Whoooosh!

Rimer confirmed that I had entered a true awakening and stepped back.

[Now that he’s grown taller, it’s even harder to pat his head. Truly, this disciple requires so much attention.]

He lowered the hand that had been stroking my head and chuckled softly.

[Derus Robert and the Assassin Raon.]

Rimer smacked his lips roughly.

[I have no choice but to leave… Damn it.]

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“Haaa…”

I exhaled the turbid energy lingering in my chest and opened my eyes. The World Tree, spreading verdant life across the Continent, came into view, and vibrant leaves rippled before my gaze.

‘How fascinating.’

I grasped the scattered leaves drifting across my chest and drew a faint smile.

‘I never anticipated such an enlightenment.’

In truth, I hadn’t even considered entering another’s Mental World, and I’d thought gaining merely a fragment of aura would be a worthwhile gain.

But by sharing my past life with Rimer, I was able to attain not just martial enlightenment, but spiritual awakening as well.
It was no exaggeration to say I’d acquired a new power—far beyond merely elevating the grade of my soul.

‘Of course, it won’t manifest immediately.’

Even now, within my body, the soul of my past life and the soul of my present life were slowly merging.
What I had merely known was becoming true understanding, completing my authentic self.

‘When my true soul is finally complete…’

I would be able to wield a Heart Sword of an entirely higher dimension.

-Hey, what have you been doing?

Wrath descended onto my shoulder, his eyes wide with alarm.

-Why is your soul twisted like that!

He grabbed my shoulders with a worried voice and shook them.

-I don’t understand! Your soul and body are in a state where they could shatter at any moment, yet why are they blending together so harmoniously…?
‘I’ll tell you everything later.’

Since I had already told Rimer first, I found the courage to speak of my past life to Wrath as well.

But since I wouldn’t tell him right now, I asked him to wait and gently tapped his head.

-Hmm….

Wrath furrowed his brow, seeming to think this was no ordinary matter, but nodded, saying he would wait until I spoke.

“Sigh….”

I felt the invisible sword being honed ever more solidly and sharply as I gazed up at the World Tree.

‘…Did he really leave?’

Rimer’s presence had vanished. The gentle breeze that fell quietly from the World Tree was gone, and so too was that foolish elf’s distinctive cool yet tender fragrance.

Crunch.

I clenched my lips and extended my senses, but that breeze which had gently caressed my head no longer blew.

It seemed he had left after accomplishing his original goal—awakening Sterin and Siyan with all his strength, then looking after me before disappearing.

-Even the way he left was like that stubborn fool.

Wrath clicked his tongue, seeming to sense Rimer’s disappearance as well.

‘That’s right.’

I nodded calmly. I had told Rimer everything before the end and received his comfort, so now I held no regrets. I felt I could send him off with a smile.

‘May you go to a good place.’

I hoped to meet Rimer again, but it seemed that would be difficult. I offered a sincere prayer that he could go to a truly good place.

I lowered my trembling hands and turned around.

A gentle breeze swept across my skin.

Unlike Rimer’s tempestuous winds, this one was crystalline and serene, carrying with it the presence of those who had been waiting for me.

Before the countless Elves of Sepia stood Sterin, who appeared far younger than when I had first seen him, and Siyan, who had shed the last traces of childhood.

Footsteps approached.

Siyan drew near, her golden eyes serene and composed, radiating an elegance and absolute presence that proclaimed her role as Sepia’s Guardian.
Every movement spoke of her unwavering dedication to protecting this realm.

“Sepia’s Guardian, Siyan, hereby recognizes Raon Zigheart, Master of Gwangpung Hall…”

Siyan bowed deeply, her eyes gleaming with gratitude.

“as the successor to Zigheart.”

With her final proclamation, Sterin and the Elves placed their left hands over their right shoulders in the salute of Sepia.

It was the final gift Rimer had left behind.

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