The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 113

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Chapter 113

“This is really too much!”
Dorian exhaled a long breath through his nose.
“You completely forgot about me!”
“Sorry. The moment was just too perfect for a dramatic farewell. I forgot you were there.”
“Ugh, so my presence was that insignificant….”
Dorian’s shoulders sagged limply.
“But you got a good sword out of it. That’s what matters, right?”
I gestured toward the second sword hanging at Dorian’s waist. He’d finally managed to receive the blade Kuberard had crafted and leave the Smithy.
“Well, I suppose that’s true….”
“But with both of us carrying swords like we’re running an armory, it does look a bit tacky.”
Currently, I was wearing the sword I’d received from Zigheart, Kuberard’s blade, and the Soul Reaper Sword, while Dorian carried two swords as well.
Anyone who didn’t know better would have clicked their tongue at how ostentatious we looked.
-Hmph. You understand it well. The mark of the weak is precisely that they dangle weapons all about them. When I ruled the Demon Realm, I conquered entire regions with merely these two hands….
Wrath was still radiating cold fury, apparently still angry about the parasite comment from earlier. In any case, his words were growing tedious, so I ignored him.
“Well, it looks cool, doesn’t it? Like you’re using dual-sword techniques. Huh?”
“Hmm?”
As we headed toward the main gate of Camelrun, we encountered a group of knights clad in silver armor. Their breastplates bore the emblem of a lion—the Owen Kingdom’s knights.
“Oh! We keep running into each other.”
A blond man at the front of the knight contingent waved cheerfully. It was Griere de Owen, the Third Prince of Owen.
“Indeed.”
I clasped the hand Griere de Owen extended with a bright smile.
“Thanks to you, I was able to obtain a fine sword. I’m grateful.”
“I’m the grateful one!”
Dorian twisted his waist to show off the sword he’d just acquired.
“You’ve obtained a decent blade, it seems.”
The prince smiled softly, as if amused by the display.
“Yes. I’ve acquired a sword I’m quite pleased with. I never imagined someone of his caliber would be in this place.”
“Indeed. Even when I grabbed his pants and tried to stop him, he left anyway and established himself there.”
He murmured regretfully while glancing at the sword hanging at his own waist.
“But as I expected, it’s just as I thought.”
“Pardon?”
“That master doesn’t give swords simply because I recommended someone. He gave you a blade because he took a liking to you. Surely you understand that craftsmen have considerable pride.”
Griere de Owen went on about how impressive I was, how I was a swordsman he acknowledged, his fingers twitching with the itch to test his skills against me in combat.
“Where are you headed?”
“North, for now.”
“Then shall we travel together? We also need to head north for a day.”
He pointed to the knights behind him. Aside from Setun, who had fought Burren Zigheart to a draw before, they were all unfamiliar faces.
“Of course.”
Since this wasn’t a detour and I’d obtained the Soul Reaper Sword thanks to Griere de Owen, I felt obligated to share at least some of the story.
“Excellent thinking! The journey won’t be tedious at all!”
“Your Highness.”
A red-haired knight who had been watching from behind approached Griere de Owen’s side.
“We are currently on an official mission. We cannot simply increase our party without….”
“This is Raon. Raon Zigheart! As long as he’s helpful, that’s all that matters. There won’t be any problems.”
“Hmm? Raon?”
At the mention of Raon Zigheart, the knights’ eyes changed. I felt their gazes sweep across my entire body like a reptile examining its prey.
I accepted their scrutiny calmly. With their abilities, they couldn’t discern my true power. At best, they would assess me as top-tier among Sword Users.
Meanwhile, I could grasp the capabilities of all of them at a glance. Griere de Owen was top-tier among Sword Users. The remaining knights were mid-to-low tier Experts.
I saw a faint disappointment flicker across the knight’s expression.
‘Just as expected.’
The knights clearly hadn’t grasped my true power and were thinking I was less impressive than the rumors suggested.
-To judge by appearances alone and fail to hide one’s expression—what a waste of the title ‘knight.’
‘They’re still young. With more experience, they’ll improve.’
-You’re not just young; you’re immature.
‘I’m different.’
-Do you think yourself special? True specialness refers to beings like me—born absolute, living absolute, noble and elegant….
‘Sigh.’
No matter what or where, he had to boast about himself to feel satisfied. Listening to him only made me sigh.
“Then let’s go. Tell me how you received that sword from her. Even after sending you off, I’ve been curious and kept thinking about it.”
Griere de Owen gestured for me to hurry. I chuckled softly and patted Dorian on the shoulder.
“Let’s go.”
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The VIP lounge on Black Market Underground Level 4—a place only high nobility, royalty, or renowned figures across the Continent could enter.
Beneath soft lighting, a woman in an elegant black dress with a dignified appearance sat with her legs crossed. She was Jeina, the princess of Valcar.
As she tapped her fingers on the table in boredom, the door opened and a woman with narrow eyes and purple hair cascading down to her waist entered.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting.”
“Meeting with the true power behind Heukun—this wait is nothing.”
Heukun was an intelligence organization with branches spanning the entire Continent. Their information network was so superior that it was said even the gods didn’t know what they didn’t know.
“True power? That’s not accurate at all.”
The woman called Orien narrowed her eyes further and shook her head. She lowered her chin slightly and continued.
“Then I’ll share the information you requested. Would you prefer I tell you directly, or would a written report be….”
“Tell me here.”
“Understood.”
The woman called Orien nodded and straightened her shoulders.
“The direct-line member of Zigheart named Raon Zigheart that you mentioned does not exist in this world.”
“What?”
Jeina gasped in surprise, and without thinking, she slipped into casual speech.
“To clarify, there is no one named Raon among the direct-line members of Zigheart.”
“That… that doesn’t make sense.”
“Pardon?”
“Your information is accurate, yes?”
In her shock, she’d even forgotten the formal tone befitting a princess.
“It is accurate.”
Orien didn’t seem flustered—she merely blinked.
“Well, Zigheart is such a closed organization that we don’t have extensive information, but we do know the names and faces of the direct-line members, upper branch families, and vassal houses. There is no direct-line member named Raon in Zigheart.”
“This… this can’t be right! It makes no sense!”
Jeina slammed her fist on the table and stood up.
‘Have I been bewitched by a ghost?’
Raon had radiated the tyrannical aura befitting a direct-line member of Zigheart, and he’d even demonstrated his connection to Griere de Owen, the Third Prince of Owen.
‘What on earth happened?’
Griere couldn’t have lied. Even before meeting Raon, he’d been going on about how Raon was Zigheart’s prodigy, a genius swordsman, and would become the family head in the future.
‘Then he must be direct-line. He definitely said he was direct-line… wait?’
Jeina swallowed hard.
‘No. Now that I think about it, neither of them ever actually said he was direct-line!’
They’d simply led the conversation in that direction, but the word “direct-line” had never actually been spoken. The absurdity of it made her laugh despite herself.
‘Damn it! He was a branch member!’
That was the only explanation for this bizarre situation.
“Ha!”
The thought that she’d bowed her head and apologized to a mere branch member made her breath quicken. She wanted to seize him immediately and force him to his knees.
Grit.
Jeina ground her teeth and glared at Orien sitting across from her.
This was Heukun’s weakness. They only answered the questions asked of them. They must have known all along that Raon was a branch member.
“I have one more question.”
“That will cost extra.”
“I don’t care.”
Orien opened her hand, gesturing for her to ask.
“Information on a branch member named Raon belonging to Zigheart.”
“He’s fifteen years old. As you said, he’s from a branch family and is currently serving as the representative trainee of the Zigheart 5th Training Ground. He defeated the Third Prince Griere de Owen in a sparring match, and he’s eliminated bandits from the Seolho Chae Bandits who were attempting to join the Nambuk Alliance. And…”
She provided more detailed information, but nothing about Eden came from her lips.
“Phew…”
Jeina listened to the entire account with a flushed face, then rose from her seat. She tossed a pouch of gold coins onto the table and offered a cold smile.
“You’re quite the businesswoman.”
“Thank you.”
Orien accepted the sarcasm as if it were genuine praise and smiled faintly.
“Hmph.”
Jeina left the room and shut the door with a loud bang.
“You bastard!”
Her furious voice echoed from a distance.
“The Branch Family of Zigheart playing with Valcar’s forbidden treasure… how amusing.”
As Orien snapped her fingers, the black shadow beneath the light rippled like water.
“Gather information on Raon Zigheart.”
Her crimson lips curved into a crescent smile.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone genuinely interesting.”
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A low hill a day’s journey from Camelrun.
Raon, Griere de Owen, and Dorian sat before a campfire that melted away the chill of the night air.
Raon thought this moment—while the knights were out on patrol—was the perfect opportunity to tell Griere de Owen that he’d obtained a demonic blade.
He’d barely started speaking when Dorian took over the entire narrative.
“I couldn’t believe my own eyes, I’m telling you. Red demonic energy spread from the blade like octopus tentacles….”
“Oh, that must have been incredible.”
“You should have seen it yourself. Both the young master and I were so startled we nearly fell backward. It was our first time seeing a demonic blade, after all.”
“Ha….”
I shook my head slowly. Here he was, munching on snacks while acting so shocked.
“And when the young master said ‘Come with me!’ at the end, the blade went ‘zing!’ and burst with light—it was like a scene straight out of a painting!”
“Wow!”
Griere de Owen’s eyes gleamed as he let out an exclamation. That man truly seemed more suited to be a knight or hero than a prince.
“What a remarkable experience. I must confess, I’m envious.”
Griere de Owen’s eyes brightened as he glanced at the Soul Reaper Sword hanging at his waist, though he refrained from asking to see it. He was clearly a man of courtesy.
“Yet it is also a sorrowful tale. The White Blood Cult’s wickedness spreads across the entire Continent.”
“Indeed.”
I nodded. Given the nature of religious organizations, their followers existed in nearly every location.
“In fact, our mission is also connected to the White Blood Cult.”
Griere de Owen tapped the sword bearing the lion emblem.
“Is that so?”
“We’re tasked with retrieving an artifact from a White Blood Cult branch and delivering it to the capital. That’s why I left the knights behind….”
“Wait.”
I interrupted Griere de Owen and stood up. I sensed dozens of presences approaching from a distance.
“W-what’s the matter?”
“Someone is approaching us.”
“A-aren’t they the knights?”
Dorian’s eyes already trembled with fear, swaying like a pendulum.
“The numbers don’t match. And the knights sense them too—they’re returning. Your Highness, we should arm ourselves.”
“Understood.”
Griere de Owen, trusting my judgment, immediately donned his helmet and rose to his feet.
“Your Highness!”
“We have an emergency! The White Blood Cult is attacking—wait?”
The knights who arrived moments later widened their eyes upon seeing me and the Third Prince fully prepared for battle.
“What? You knew of the attack beforehand?”
“Raon informed me. The White Blood Cult is coming?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The knights stared at me with bewildered expressions, clearly wondering how I’d learned of this.
“There are over fifty cultists, five priests, and one bishop among them!”
“I see….”
Griere de Owen listened to the eerie sound of the entire forest seeming to shift, his hand moving to his sword hilt.
“All units, prepare for combat!”
“Prepare for combat!”
The knights roared in unison, forming a defensive line to protect the Third Prince.
“I apologize. Had I known this would happen, I wouldn’t have asked you to come along.”
Griere de Owen turned back, exhaling heavily as he looked at me and Dorian.
“I never imagined they’d dare strike within the spheres of influence of Camelrun and Owen.”
“It’s fine.”
I shook my head and took position alongside the knights.
‘They must be after the item.’
The Third Prince had mentioned he was transporting something for the White Blood Cult. These attackers were clearly after that object.
Thud, thud, thud.
With those grotesque footsteps, White Blood Cultists clad in pitch-black coats that covered them from head to toe burst from the forest.
Some wore single white lines on their black coats, others double lines—priests and bishops. Their aura of power far exceeded that of ordinary cultists.
“Kyaaaah! This is real!”
Dorian let out a scream at the White Blood Cult’s appearance. His teeth chattered, yet he held his ground.
“Hah….”
I exhaled slowly, my hand moving to the new blade at my side.
‘I didn’t expect to fulfill that promise so soon.’
I was thinking how strange the world could be when I moved to draw my sword.
Uuuuuung!
The Soul Reaper Sword hanging at my waist released a resonance so powerful it made the entire hillside ring.
‘Is it telling me to draw it?’
The vibrations intensified, confirming my suspicion.
‘It wants to take its own revenge….’
I nodded in understanding. I too had no intention of leaving my revenge against Derus Robert to others. Feeling a kinship with the blade, I drew the Soul Reaper Sword.
Kuguguugu!
Atop the crimson blade, drenched as if in blood, resentful energy flickered and blazed to life.

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