The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1142

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Chapter 1142

“Raon!”
“Raon!”

Just as I barely restrained Wrath from convulsing, Holy King Hofen and Saint Olga came rushing over.

“I… truly cannot thank you enough.”

Hofen bowed deeply before everyone, as if he had forgotten his position as the Holy King of Shuper.

“I owe my life to you.”

He cried out his gratitude with a trembling voice, his sincerity unmistakable.

“Please, there’s no need for this.”

I helped Hofen to his feet, dismissing it as nothing. Since it was half genuine and half performance, I didn’t want to accept such courtesy.

“Are you hurt?”

Saint Olga narrowed her eyes with concern, her worry focused entirely on my condition above all else.

“Tell me if anything aches. No matter how exhausted I am, I can heal you.”

She set her jaw with the determination of one willing to stake her life on it.

“I’m fine.”

I smiled and waved my hand.

“I have a few minor injuries, but my body and mind are both intact.”

Having just fallen into a state of selflessness and achieved enlightenment, my body and spirit felt cleaner than before the battle.

‘I never expected to gain such an opportunity here.’

I had merely sparred with Rust to gauge my own strength, yet I never anticipated that both of us would fall into a state of oblivion and awaken to a breakthrough.

I had certainly grown.

Not only had the sword techniques that Rust primarily employed—the Righteous Sword, the Forceful Sword, and the Swift Sword—improved, but the mastery of all ten thousand sword forms had risen across the board. I could distinctly feel that my swordsmanship had become stronger.

And beyond that…

I had also learned the proper way to harness emotions.

Unlike when I detonated and unleashed the Demon Lords’ authority, concentrating it into my blade and manifesting it there produced a power that far exceeded my expectations.

However, since it was not my own emotion but that of another, my body and mind suffered considerable exhaustion as a drawback.

Ultimately, I needed to cultivate myself further.

The unwavering conviction I had built since childhood—if I could infuse that emotion perfectly into my blade, a swordsmanship that would not yield to anyone would be complete.

My tasks before the war were now defined.

Before facing Derus Robert, I would need to fortify my conviction further and practice channeling emotion into my blade.

Of course, growth in raw power was essential as well.

Even if I perfected that practice, if my raw power itself did not increase, standing on the battlefield of the Absolutes would be impossible. The highest priority had to be strengthening my power itself.

—Grrrrgh.

When I finished organizing my thoughts, I heard the sound of teeth grinding from Wrath.

—You vile wretch! Devouring everything for yourself alone!

He raged, saying that even Grid did not covet so greedily.

Devoured? What could I have possibly devoured?

I blinked at Wrath in confusion.

—You consumed Rust’s swordsmanship, the goodwill of the humans here, and the True Demon King’s very marrow!

Wrath furrowed his brow, muttering that he would need to combine Grid and Gluttony just to satisfy his desires.

‘Ah, I suppose that’s one way to put it—that he consumed them.’

I chuckled softly and nodded in agreement.

‘I didn’t expect such excellent results myself.’

Just as Wrath said, I had grown my swordsmanship thanks to Rust, the goodwill of the Shuper Holy Kingdom had increased far beyond what it was before, and I had even received a reward from the System. The unexpected success drew laughter from me unbidden.

‘I wish things always went this well.’
-You filthy bastard!
‘When we get back, I’ll buy you all the pearl ice cream you want.’

I gently patted Wrath’s back, thanking him for his help.

-Ugh….

Wrath couldn’t resist the promise of pearl ice cream, so he ceased his anger and merely let out a pained groan.

‘This time, I’ll really keep my promise.’

I was drawing a faint smile as I looked at Wrath’s contorted face when—

“Sigh….”

Holy King Hofen’s laughing expression faded, and he exhaled a long, weary sigh.

“What troubles you, Your Majesty?”

I turned my gaze toward Hofen and asked.

“Thanks to you, Raon, we were fortunate to avoid casualties, but I’m at a loss as to how to restore all this destruction.”

Hofen gazed at the ruins of land and buildings devastated by his duel with Rust, then squeezed his eyes shut.

“There you go again with all your worries.”

Saint Olga furrowed her brow and struck Hofen’s back with the palm of her hand.

“Everyone’s alive, just as you said! We can rebuild the land and buildings!”

She struck Hofen’s back again, telling him to cheer up since they hadn’t lost what mattered most. Looking at this, one couldn’t tell who the actual ruler was.

“I-I apologize. Now that I think about it, you’re right.”

Hofen nodded, deciding to focus on the good rather than the bad.

‘Hmm….’

I followed Hofen’s gaze and surveyed the collapsed Northern Center District.

‘It certainly is badly damaged.’

Lost in the moment, I hadn’t noticed, but now I could see the district was devastated to the point where one could say an entire section of the city had crumbled.

‘When you think about it, it’s all my and Wrath’s fault.’

Rust had come here because traces of Wrath remained, and since I’d swept away everything around us while dancing with my sword, it seemed right to take responsibility.

“Now that I think about it, something seems odd.”

Olga narrowed her eyes as she looked at the place where Rust had vanished.

“That witch who resembled a Demon Lord seemed incredibly bright before she disappeared. She looked like she wouldn’t even consider the thought of dying, but suddenly her expression turned gloomy, she apologized, and then vanished. I don’t understand what happened.”

She shook her head, unable to make sense of Rust’s behavior no matter how much she thought about it.

“Ah….”

I swallowed hard as I met Olga’s serious gaze.

‘I need to stop this.’

This wasn’t a coordinated act, and since Olga had heard my conversation with Rust right in front of her, she seemed to have sensed something was off. I needed to redirect her thoughts elsewhere.

Whoooosh!

I pulled out bundles of gold coins and gold ingots from my spatial pouch and placed them before Olga and Hofen. The sheer weight of so much money caused the ground to tremble slightly.

“W-what is this?”

Hofen’s jaw trembled as he gazed upon the hill of gold coins and ingots.

“Why are you suddenly showing off money like this…?”

Olga’s mouth fell open in equal bewilderment.

“Use this to provide relief funds to the residents who were here and to aid in reconstruction.”

I nodded to Olga and Hofen, explaining that the gold coins were meant for that purpose.

“What? Why would you give us this!”
“That’s right! You saved us, Raon. We absolutely cannot accept this!”

Both Olga and Hofen waved their hands in refusal, insisting they could not take the money.

“I destroyed more than half of this place anyway. Besides, we’re not just ordinary acquaintances, are we? I should help where I can.”

I shook my head, urging them to accept the gold coins.

“If you think of me as a benefactor, please accept it. And…”

I turned slightly and gestured to Dorian behind me.

“Yes!”

Dorian stepped forward immediately, as if he had been expecting to be called.

“If you have materials to rebuild this place, take them out.”
“Of course we do! They’re essentials!”

Dorian shouted that familiar word—essentials—and began pulling construction materials from his dimensional pouch: everything needed to fill the destroyed land and rebuild the structures.

But the quantity was beyond imagination. Before long, a mountain of construction materials towered before everyone’s eyes.

“This… this much?”

Olga stared at Dorian with wide eyes, utterly dumbfounded.

“Even spatial pouches have their limits, but that…what on earth is that?”

Holy King Hofen blinked in disbelief, having never imagined Dorian’s storage pouch could hold such a quantity.

“With this much, we could truly restore everything…?”

I gazed at the mountain of construction materials Dorian had produced, letting out a breath of amazement.

“When did you gather all this?”

I thought I had grown accustomed to Dorian by now, but clearly I was mistaken. Honestly, I never imagined he possessed materials to construct an entire village from its very foundations.

“They’re essentials, after all!”

Dorian, delighted to receive recognition after so long, nodded with a beaming smile.

“In any case, please accept all of this. As an allied force, I believe this is the least we can provide.”

I told him to repay me when circumstances improved, offering a faint smile. Though I spoke of repayment, I harbored no expectation of ever receiving it back.

“Wow…”
“To think he would bestow such a fortune upon us.”
“So this is Sword Master Raon Zigheart…”
“Setting aside the gold, the mere act of providing those construction materials is extraordinary! Those are all premium-grade materials!”
“To think the Zigheart House possessed such magnanimity…”

The Holy Knights and High Priests gasped in genuine admiration, once again astonished by my generosity.

“I…truly cannot thank you enough.”

Holy King Hofen pressed his lips firmly together as if swallowing tears, bowing deeply.

“I shall repay this debt. No—”

He grasped my hand, his lips trembling.

“I swear on my life and the life of this nation, I shall repay it!”

Hofen provided an answer so certain that I didn’t even need to ask further.
He gave an answer so certain that you could tell without even having to ask.

“Stop just talking about it and pull out a marker or something!”

Olga kicked Hofen’s rear end as he whimpered. Seeing him continue to get beaten, I couldn’t tell if this was the King or his younger brother.

“That guy must have come all the way here because of Jiji, the successor of Zigheart.”

She seemed to know her circumstances and brought up the word “successor.”

“It is the mark of the Shuper Holy Kingdom that was given to me.”

Hofen pulled out a mark depicting a person praying from inside his armor and held it out to Raon.

“No matter what situation or crisis Raon finds himself in, Shuper will run to his aid with everything we have!”

He nodded heavily, as if asking her to wait with anticipation.

“Please call upon us!”
“I will support you as the Zigheart successor. No—as the Head of House!”
“If it is your word, I would believe it even if the sun rose in the west!”
“If it’s something you say, Raon, I’d believe it even if the sun rose in the West!”

The Holy Knights and Priests seemed to feel the same emotion as Hofen, sending him a gaze etched with conviction while keeping their hands clasped together.

“Lucky number two.”

Raon met the earnest gazes of the Holy Knights and the Priests with a subtle smile.

“Support from the Holy Kingdom. Much greater than expected.”

The support that had already been solid grew even stronger, so if I now asked them to join the war against Derus, it seemed the entire population of the Shuper Holy Kingdom would rush to my side.
The support that was already firm from the beginning has grown even stronger, so if I were to ask them to participate in war against Derus now, it seemed as though the entire population of the Shuper Holy Kingdom would rush to join.

“Then, would it be alright if I asked you for one favor in advance?”

Raon took a step closer to Hofen and Olga.

“As much as you need.”

Hofen nodded as if to say, go ahead and speak.

“….”

Olga narrowed her eyes slightly, her arms crossed as if urging me to continue.

“As you’re aware, in one year and one month, war will break out between us and Derus Robert, as well as Eden.
Will you fight alongside us in that war?”

I extended my hand, standing shoulder to shoulder not from the rear, but from the front lines,
asking him to fight together with me.

*Thud.*

Without a moment’s hesitation, Hofen grasped my hand firmly.

“Of course! As I’ve said, I will stake everything of Shuper and fight alongside you,
Raon!”

He struck his chest with his fist as if to say, believe in me.

“Hmph. Why ask such a thing?”

Olga snorted as if questioning why I would even bother asking
something so obvious.

“Thank you.”
-Ughhhh.

I smiled and bowed my head, while Wrath let out a moan as if his heart were being torn.

-This kingdom is doomed! Devoured by this cursed specter!

Contrary to Wrath’s wailing, smiles bloomed on everyone’s faces.

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Raon entered the Royal Palace Dormitory that Holy King Hofen had personally guided him to and collapsed onto the bed.

“Ugh….”

After washing up and lying down, exhaustion washed over me like a tide. My body felt heavy, my mind foggy—I wanted nothing more than to surrender to sleep.

-A young man complaining? How pathetic!

Wrath wrinkled his nose in disapproval.

‘Hmm, though it seems his mood has improved somewhat.’

I chuckled softly, observing the slight lift in Wrath’s eyes. It appeared that enjoying a delicious dinner at the Royal Palace had lifted his spirits more than before.

-Don’t spout nonsense! The True Demon King’s foul mood will not improve until I’ve frozen you solid!

Wrath growled, reminding me that he could turn me into an ice sculpture at night, so I shouldn’t let my guard down.

‘Really? If your mood is so poor, I could check now anyway.’

I smiled faintly and raised my hand.

-What are you saying?
‘There’s something we didn’t check earlier.’
-T-The System reward!

Wrath gasped, only now remembering that the System had granted us a reward.

‘Right. Let me check it properly.’

Wrath had caused a commotion, and by the time Saint Olga and Holy King Hofen came to visit, I was reaching out my hand to check the reward message I hadn’t properly seen before.

“Wrath!”

Suddenly, pink smoke erupted from thin air, and Rust’s face abruptly surfaced. She had been watching and following the entire time, but finally couldn’t contain herself and burst through.

-Kyaaaaaaah!

The moment Wrath saw Rust, he shrieked and retreated toward the wall.

“It’s only been a moment, but I missed you!”

Just as Rust materialized her body from the pink smoke and lunged toward him—

Boom!

A blue barrier erupted upward, blocking Rust’s path.

Whoooosh!

Evelyn emerged from the blue dimension, her long violet hair undulating, her eyes narrowing with displeasure.

“How dare you.”

She shook her head sharply, as if warning Rust not to approach.

-Grrrrgh….

At Evelyn’s appearance following Rust’s, Wrath’s heart felt as though it might burst. His mouth fell open as he began melting into the floor.

“You again?”

Rust clicked her tongue, not having expected to see Evelyn here.

“I don’t like you either!”

Evelyn wrinkled her nose, irritated at seeing Rust once more.

Sigh.

I carefully lowered the hand I had been about to use to summon the message, and pressed my lips together.

“I was planning to introduce you anyway, so this works out well.”

I nodded at Evelyn and Rust, saying they’d arrived at just the right moment.

“I knew you wanted to see me too!”

Rust laughed with a knowing smile, as if she’d expected nothing less.

“It wasn’t you—I’m the one who wanted to see you!”

Evelyn shook her head, telling her to stop spouting nonsense.

“It’s me!”
“No, it’s me!”
“Wrath doesn’t want to see you!”
“It’s not Wrath—it’s Raon!”

The two transcendents, utterly unbefitting their station, pressed their foreheads together and engaged in a childish argument without yielding an inch.

“Enough.”

The moment I raised my hand, Evelyn and Rust stepped back simultaneously as if they’d never been quarreling.

“Rust.”

Rust’s expression brightened the instant her name was called.

“Yes! Wrath!”
“You said you’d do anything for the True Demon King, didn’t you?”
“Of course!”

Rust nodded eagerly, as if to say the word was all she needed.

“Then, could you transfer your power to Evelyn?”

I pointed at Evelyn with my finger.

“If you convert your lust into obsession, transferring your power shouldn’t be difficult.”

Evelyn, when it came to obsession, wouldn’t lose to anyone, so she and Rust were bound to be a perfect match.

“Hmm….”

Rust examined Evelyn with a grave gaze, her lips curling slightly.

“That woman irritates me to no end, but since you’re asking, I’ll help. However….”

She swept her eyes over Evelyn and shook her head.

“There’s something just as strong as obsession, you know?”
“An emotion just as strong as obsession?”

I widened my eyes, glancing between Rust and Evelyn in turn. I had naturally assumed obsession was the strongest force, but I never imagined there could be an attribute comparable to it.

“Jealousy.”

Rust let out a knowing laugh as she looked at Evelyn.

“That woman’s jealousy is quite severe as well.”

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