The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1166

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Chapter 1166

“A new function?”

I approached Ensia with wide eyes.

“What idea struck you this time?”

A prosthetic limb was merely an object meant to replace a hand and fulfill that role. Especially the prosthetic hand that Ensia had crafted for the Yonan Family—it was an artifact so sensitive that it barely differed from the original hand. I was curious what ability she had added to warrant such a description as a “new function.”

“You’ll see when you—oh!”

Ensia stopped mid-sentence, her mouth falling open.

“Handsome Raon.”

She uttered that phrase for the first time in ages, her eyes sparkling with fervor.

“No, how do you keep getting more handsome! Why are you like this! Really!”

Ensia gasped heavily as if she had run ten laps around the Training Ground, utterly bewildered.

“Handsome, you say….”

I touched my disheveled hair and let out a hollow laugh.

“I’m quite a mess today.”

I had been working at the General Store, then played with the children in the Training Courtyard, and afterward went to the Family Head’s Training Ground—there was no way my appearance could be presentable, yet I couldn’t fathom what she found handsome about me.

“It’s just! Your very existence! The air around you! Even your breathing is handsome!”

Ensia trembled as if something had broken inside her.

“I need to finish the biography of Raon Zigheart soon. The whole world needs to know that face!”

She clenched her fists, insisting that writing the biography of Raon Zigheart took priority over all other tasks.

“Sylvia! How on earth did you give birth to such a handsome son?”

Ensia now questioned Sylvia as if demanding the secret to creating such a beautiful child.

“Right? I’m amazed that Raon came from my womb too.”

Sylvia smiled softly, expressing her own astonishment at my appearance.

“Is that supposed to be handsome?”

Sia tilted her head, seemingly uncertain since I was her older brother.

-Tch…

Wrath trembled with indignation, his fists shaking.

-The True Demon King is far more beautiful and magnificent than this fool! Humans know nothing of true beauty!

He gnashed his teeth, recalling the time he had lost in a comparison of appearances.

“I’m going to lose my mind. He’s so handsome I want to have him taxidermied….”

Ensia muttered endlessly about how handsome I was, paired with the eerie word “taxidermied.”

“Sigh….”

I exhaled softly, watching Ensia’s eyes grow dreamy and unfocused.

“Please stop the infatuation and tell me what the new function of the prosthetic arm is.”

Compliments about my appearance didn’t stir any particular emotion, so I got straight to the point.

“Oh, that’s right! I’ll show you the new function inside. It’s faster to see it than to explain it in words!”

Ensia opened the door to Pedrick Mansion, as if she would show me once she attached the arm to Lectar.

“Come quickly!”

She gestured for me to follow and entered Lectar’s infirmary as if it were her own home.

“Let’s go.”

As Raon grasped his throbbing head, aching from Ensia’s constant nagging, he moved toward Pedrick Mansion’s entrance.

“Raon.”

Sylvia seized Raon’s wrist.

“When did you ask Ensia to do this?”

She exhaled softly, as if she had no idea.

“I contacted Ensia on the very day I brought Grandfather here. I asked her to craft a sturdy prosthetic arm that even Transcendents could use.”

Raon nodded calmly, as though he had merely done what was obvious.

“Even amidst the hardship of training, you were thinking of your father.”

Sylvia smiled gratefully, thanking him for handling what she herself had neglected.

“It’s simply my duty.”

Raon waved his hand, saying there was no need for thanks since it was only natural.

“Besides, I had the time to spare.”

Unlike Sylvia, who had devoted herself entirely to training at the Training Ground, I possessed the freedom to move about as I wished, making it convenient to handle other matters.

“Still, thank you.”

Sylvia patted Raon’s shoulder, remarking that she had truly given birth to a fine son, just as Ensia had said.

“Of course.”

Raon accepted Sylvia’s gratitude with a gentle smile. In the past, he would have rejected such words entirely, but now, understanding the human heart, he could accept them fully.

“What are you two doing! Come in quickly!”

Ensia waved her hands frantically from inside the room, urging them to stop chatting and hurry. Even as she did, her eyes remained fixed solely on Raon.

“Let’s go in.”

I led Sylvia and Sia into Lectar’s infirmary. It seemed Ensia had informed them beforehand, as Edgar and Pedrick were already seated in chairs, waiting.

“It appears to be finished now.”

Pedrick flashed a refreshing smile, remarking that I had arrived at precisely the right moment.

“My dear! Daughters! Son!”

Edgar sprang from his chair and rushed toward Sylvia and Sia.

“Move aside!”
“Dad! Out of the way!”

Sylvia and Sia, deeming Lectar the priority, shoved the approaching Edgar aside and hurried to the infirmary bed.

“Father. Are you well?”
“Grandfather. Does it hurt?”

The two paid no mind to the rebuffed Edgar and greeted Lectar first.

“Seeing you both, all my fatigue and pain vanish.”

Lectar wore a warm smile, as if asking whether they had trained well.

“Yes. It’s thanks to your concern, Father.”

Sylvia bowed her head toward Lectar.

“I got praised!”

Sia, who had received praise from Glen, grasped Lectar’s hand, asking for even more praise.

“Oh no, she’s changed! She used to insist on hugs before!”

Edgar sniffled as though wounded by Sylvia and Sia’s behavior.

“Father, please save your sentimentality for home.”

Raon sighed as he entered the Infirmary.

“Hmm? Raon, you….”

Edgar trembled slightly as he observed the serene light in Raon’s eyes, sensing a shift in his power.

“Your hair has quite a bit of dust on it? You should go wash up.”

He laughed, mentioning the dust as if he had only noticed the change in hair color rather than the transformation itself.

“I should wash up, yes.”

Raon chuckled softly and nodded.

‘No matter how I think about it, they really do suit each other.’

I could see Rimer’s shadow reflected in Edgar. If the two of them had met earlier, they would have become friends with perfect chemistry. It was a shame.

“Raon. You’ve done it.”

Lectar nodded gravely, clearly sensing the transformation within me.

“I always believed you could surpass that wall.”

He congratulated me on breaking through the barrier, clapping with his one hand against his thigh.

“Something does seem different.”

Pedrick also seemed to have noticed my transformation through Lectar’s words, breaking into a broad smile.

“You really can’t let your guard down.”

He shook his head, saying that whenever he regained focus, the realm of martial arts and the resonance had already shifted.

“Everyone, pay attention!”

Ensia raised her hand high after confirming that Raon had entered the Infirmary.

“I will now unveil the Yonan Family’s new product!”

She tapped eagerly on Lectar’s bedframe with her palm, as if urging him to watch.

“Sigh…”

Lectar had grown accustomed to Ensia’s antics through their frequent meetings regarding his prosthetic arm, so he simply exhaled a heavy sigh without complaint.

“Behold! This masterpiece is the Yonan Family’s new prosthetic arm!”

Ensia’s cheeks burst with laughter as she withdrew a white prosthetic arm from her spatial pouch.

‘Hmm? It doesn’t look that different…’

She had claimed it was a new product with new functions, so I thought the prosthetic arm had changed significantly. However, it didn’t appear much different from the one Rimer had worn. The only notable improvement was that the muscles and veins looked slightly more vivid.

“What exactly has changed?”

Pedrick also furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend the difference.

“It may appear that way now, but you’ll soon understand!”

Ensia smiled with confidence and approached Lectar, holding the prosthetic arm.

“Are you mentally prepared to wield a sword again?”

She gazed at Lectar with a slight smirk playing at her lips.

“Yes. I’ve heard about it so much my ears have grown calluses, so go ahead and do as you please.”

Lectar nodded, seemingly pleased by Ensia’s spirited nature, and lowered the fabric of his empty right shoulder.

“Then I’ll install it.”

Ensia brought the prosthetic arm to Lectar’s right shoulder, where an ugly scar still remained.

Whirrrrrr!

The white prosthetic arm clung to Lectar’s shoulder like a living creature, concealing his wound before emitting a soft, luminous glow.

“This is… what?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he examined the state of the prosthetic arm.

‘The color of the prosthetic is changing.’

The white prosthetic arm attached to Lectar’s shoulder was shifting in color to match his skin. The arm that had been unnaturally pale was now taking on the hue of human flesh.

“Again, it’s identical!”

Sylvia blinked blankly in astonishment.

“Father! It looks just like a new arm has grown back!”

Edgar’s mouth fell open in surprise as well.

“Isn’t it?”

Ensia laughed with a self-satisfied hehe, as if she had anticipated this reaction.

“Now try moving the arm.”

She gestured with her chin toward Lectar, who was gazing at his new arm with wonder.

“Mm.”

As Lectar nodded, seemingly resolved, his new right arm began to slowly rise.

Whoooosh.

Lectar’s arm not only changed color naturally but moved upward and downward as if it truly belonged to him, and even bent smoothly enough for the back of his hand to touch his back.

“Hah!”

Lectar gasped in amazement at the sensation returning to his arm, exhaling sharply in succession.

“How does it feel?”

Ensia tilted her chin up, as if prompting him to share his impressions.

“Perfect. It’s as if my arm has returned to before it was severed. No, even more than that….”

Lectar swallowed hard as he observed where the prosthetic arm connected to his shoulder.

“The pain in my shoulder has almost completely disappeared. How is this even possible….”

He trembled with his jaw, wondering what she had done.

“Many people who wear prosthetics like this tend to experience continuous shoulder pain. I inscribed healing incantations into it to alleviate that discomfort.”

Ensia laughed, explaining that the coolness he felt at the wound site was thanks to the healing incantations.

‘Are those new features?’

The color-changing capability of the prosthetic arm and the healing incantations.

I felt a subtle smile cross my face as I recognized how much consideration Ensia had shown for prosthetic wearers.

‘At that level, it would be fair to call it a new product.’

I nodded, thinking I should pay her an additional fee beyond the cost of the prosthetic arm itself.

“I see now….”

Lectar clenched his fist with the prosthetic arm, finally understanding.

“I’m truly grateful.”

He bowed his head to Ensia, thanking her for creating such a wonderful item.

“I’m sorry for thinking you were idle. It seemed like you weren’t doing much.”

Edgar rolled his eyes slightly as he apologized to Ensia for the multiple times he had been rude to her.

“Ugh! You fool!”

Sylvia kicked Edgar and approached Ensia.

“Ensia. You’ve helped us again. Thank you.”

She grasped Ensia’s hand and pressed her lips together firmly.

“No, that’s not it! We’re not just ordinary acquaintances—we help each other out all the time!”

Ensia waved her hand dismissively, as though it were nothing at all.

“And we’re not finished yet.”

She smiled as if what came next was only the beginning.

“Not finished? What do you mean?”

Raon blinked at Ensia’s words.

“I told you the prosthetic arm has new functions.”

Ensia tilted her head, as if wondering why he didn’t remember what she’d just said.

“What? Weren’t the color change and pain relief the new functions you mentioned?”

Raon tilted his head in the opposite direction from Ensia.

“Those hardly qualify as new functions.”

Ensia chuckled and snapped her fingers.

“Our Yonan Family created a dantian and embedded it in this prosthetic arm!”

She lifted her lips proudly, explaining that Lectar’s prosthetic arm contained a dantian.

“A… a dantian?”
“A dantian?”

Raon and Lectar raised their voices simultaneously.

“Yes. Let me show you now.”

As Ensia manipulated various points along Lectar’s arm, a brilliant blue light suddenly erupted from it, and a tremendous surge of mana rose forth.

“What do you think? Using artificial dantian creation techniques, we’ve embedded a dantian into the prosthetic arm! It’s an emergency reserve that can be used when your body’s mana is completely depleted!”

Ensia pursed her lips, saying it was merely her own thought.

“That’s… quite remarkable, isn’t it?”

Raon’s mouth fell open in astonishment.

‘That’s truly an astounding idea.’

To embed an artificial dantian into a prosthetic limb and prepare a hidden trump card—it was honestly breathtaking in its ingenuity. She was no ordinary artifact craftsman for nothing.

“Hah…”

Lectar, equally astonished, exhaled softly while watching his hand ablaze with blue mana. He continued moving his arm, and after a moment of deliberation, he turned his gaze toward Raon.

“Raon.”
“Yes?”

Raon responded, meeting the gravity in Lectar’s eyes.

“Now that I have a new arm, I should test it.”

Lectar removed his patient’s gown and rose from the bed.

“Let’s have a match.”

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Seyran Island, marking the edge of the Southern Battlefield.

Above the verdant island, called a paradise of flora and fauna for its lack of monsters, a golden fissure tore through the sky.

Crack!

The rift in the heavens shattered like breaking glass, and from the darkly distorted space, a man in white burst forth.

“I’ve finally found it.”

The golden-haired, blue-eyed youth—Barthius, the Gold Dragon in human form, clenched his fists with trembling hands.

“The path that leads to the Lord!”

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