The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1244
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Chapter 1244
“Play…?”
Lunan blinked blankly at Martha, as if he’d misheard.
“What are you suddenly talking about….”
She lifted her darkened eyelids as if utterly exasperated.
“Yeah. Let’s play.”
Martha nodded, confirming that Lunan had heard correctly.
“You’re saying ‘let’s play’… with eyes that murderous…?”
Lunan’s mouth fell open as he stared into Martha’s chilling gaze—not the look of someone wanting to play, but of someone ready to kill.
“My eyes are always like this. Sharp eyes!”
Martha shrugged, insisting her eyes were naturally piercing.
“….”
Lunan narrowed his clouded eyes to slits, trying to discern Martha’s true intent.
“What exactly… do you want to… play…?”
She turned her body fully toward Martha, as if demanding an explanation.
“Well, that’s obvious.”
Martha licked her lips slowly and lowered her hand below her waist.
“Hmm….”
Lunan grasped Seolhwa’s sword hilt, assuming Martha was about to draw her blade.
“Come on!”
Martha pulled a bundle of cards from her pants pocket and thrust them in front of Lunan’s eyes.
“Let’s play a card game.”
She smacked her lips, insisting that if she’d come outdoors, she naturally had to play with cards.
“Hmm….”
Lunan sniffled as she stared at the bundle of cards before her. She’d naturally assumed Martha would challenge her to a duel, so she awkwardly lowered the hand that had been holding Seolhwa.
“Did you think I was going to ask you to fight?”
Martha laughed softly, watching Lunan’s hand.
“We just fought not long ago—no need to do it again. Besides, if we do, I’ll prepare properly next time.”
She set her jaw firmly, as if confident she could defeat Lunan the next time.
“Don’t know cards….”
Lunan shook her head slowly.
“I’m going to… sleep… I need to sleep.”
She turned away again, uninterested in card games.
“Don’t be like that—let’s play!”
Martha moved close beside Lunan, determined not to accept her refusal.
“It’s just as fun as fighting with swords.”
She twisted her lips, insisting she’d teach her how to play cards.
“Not doing it… don’t know how… not fun….”
Lunan waved her skeletal thin hand dismissively, as if she had an urgent need to sleep.
“No, I want to.”
Martha grabbed Lunan Slion’s wrist and pressed her lips together firmly.
“Mm….”
Lunan Slion felt the fierce heat blazing from Martha’s dark eyes and let out a low groan.
“Then… just one round….”
Lunan Slion sighed, as if he’d already resigned himself to being worn down by Martha anyway. Yet his eyelids fluttered slowly, as if pleading for sleep.
“Good thinking. Let’s start.”
Martha leaned her back against the base of a tree and sat down, tapping the ground with her palm.
“Mm….”
Lunan Slion sat beside Martha, his dark, damp eyelids trembling as if he could fall asleep at any moment.
“Poker has too many things to memorize. Should we play Blackjack instead?”
Martha shuffled the deck of cards, saying it would be simple but fun.
“Simply put, you and I draw cards, and whoever’s numbers add up closest to twenty-one wins. When you reach twenty-one, you shout ‘Blackjack.’ If you go over twenty-one, you lose.”
She handled the cards, explaining that despite its simplicity, it was a game with profound psychological warfare.
“But you… played cards too…?”
Lunan Slion tilted his head, as if this was unexpected.
“I learned.”
Martha gave a light shake of her chin, as if that was all there was to it.
“Come on, let’s start.”
She dealt one card each to herself and Lunan Slion, shuffling with clumsy but earnest effort.
“Hmm….”
Lunan Slion gazed at the two cards before her—the Heart 10 and Diamond 3—and smacked her lips thoughtfully.
“Want another card? I’m not taking one.”
Martha checked her own cards, then raised an eyebrow at Lunan Slion as if asking what she’d do.
“Give me another….”
Lunan Slion nodded, apparently confident she still had room to spare.
“Here.”
Martha smiled faintly and slid a card across to Lunan Slion.
“Hmm….”
Though Lunan Slion didn’t know card games, she’d seen something like this before somewhere. She crumpled the card slightly as she lifted it. The new card she’d drawn was the Club 4.
“One more….”
Still at seventeen, Lunan Slion felt confident enough to take another card.
“Ah…!”
As she examined her fourth card, she let out an incredulous gasp and dropped it.
“How is this even….”
Lunan Slion stammered in shock upon seeing the new card was the Diamond 9.
“Heart 10, Diamond 3, Club 4, and Diamond 9. That’s twenty-six total.”
Martha examined Lunan Slion’s cards and chuckled softly.
“Your turn….”
Lunan Slion’s eyes darted rapidly, eager to see what Martha’s cards were.
“Me?”
Martha chuckled and revealed her cards.
“Heart five, club ten…?”
Lunan’s eyes widened as she saw Martha’s cards totaled only fifteen.
“Why…?”
She exhaled in disbelief at how quickly Martha had stopped.
“Beginners usually destroy themselves through greed anyway.”
Martha giggled, having anticipated that Lunan would lose by being too greedy.
“If I just wait, I win. Why would I follow you?”
She shrugged as if Lunan’s psychology was transparent to her.
“Ugh….”
Lunan’s fingertips trembled with frustration—more at Martha’s reaction than at losing the blackjack game itself.
“Again….”
She bit her lip slightly as she asked for another round.
“Anytime.”
Martha gathered the cards with satisfaction and began shuffling them again.
“Oh? You’re playing blackjack?”
Crain sidled over and licked his lips eagerly.
“Can I join in?”
He settled down beside Lunan, clearly wanting to play as well.
“I-I’d like to play one round too….”
Dorian also seemed interested and nodded as he sat beside Crain.
Unlike Martha, who wanted to keep Lunan awake, the two of them displayed serious expressions as they joined in the game.
“….”
Lunan watched only Martha and the cards in her hands without concern. The characteristic of a warrior who hated to lose was beginning to show.
“As many as you’d like.”
Martha clapped her hands delightedly and shuffled the deck.
“Nobody’s sleeping tonight!”
Beneath the tree where the four gathered, the sound of cards being dealt continued until the sun rose the next morning.
* * *
“Hmm….”
The Horned Bear Mask Man tilted his jaw to the side.
“It seems they’re not coming today.”
He had been waiting for someone, but as if stood up, he clicked his tongue briefly.
“If problems arise because of this….”
The Horned Bear Mask Man scratched his neck with long fingernails in worry, and his neck was covered in scratch marks everywhere as if it were a habit.
“It’s fine.”
A clear voice rang out from across the Horned Bear Mask Man.
“The path is already complete.”
A handsome young man with short silver hair and deep violet eyes waved his hand calmly. He bore an identical appearance to Lunan and wore a faint smile.
“There’s no turning back now. Not even for Raon Zigheart.”
Siria Slion—Lunan’s older brother and the man who had once been an Eden Ghost—spoke with crimson lips curled upward, his neck severed yet still alive, still breathing.
Yet the shock of that moment lingered heavily; a long scar like a burn wound marked his throat.
“Hmm….”
The Horned Bear Mask Man’s eyes narrowed slightly with concern as he listened to Siria’s words.
“You know better than anyone. Dream Devouring Sorcery is difficult to initiate. But once the target enters the dream realm, escape becomes impossible.”
Siria Slion smiled faintly, as if there was nothing to worry about.
“At first, the child’s vigilance was so strong that the dream realm nearly collapsed, but thanks to my slow approach over an entire year, the child has now fully adapted to that world.”
He savored the words, as if he had lured Lunan with the patience of a fisherman catching a whale.
“You saw it yesterday. The child who once woke from the slightest touch now welcomes being embraced, even delights in it.”
Siria licked his crimson lips, yearning for the warmth of Lunan’s embrace he had felt yesterday.
“Once the dream realm and reality become one, that child will love me even in this form. Ah, Lunan! My Lunan!”
He chuckled, anticipating the day he would see Lunan in person.
“Then… does that mean….”
The Horned Bear Mask Man gazed at Siria with hopeful eyes.
“Yes. My vacant companion’s helmet will find its master….”
Siria traced a circle in the air with his fingertip, gazing at the two Baphomet helmets resting on the table.
“And a perfect pair will be born.”
He clasped his hands together, releasing a chilling laugh of anticipation.
“Of course, your wish will be granted as well.”
Sylvia waved her slightly trembling hand at the Horned Bear Mask Man, telling him not to worry.
“I-I’ll do my very best!”
The Horned Bear Mask Man continued to shout that he would guide Lunan deeper into the dream, scratching his neck with his long fingernails.
“Good.”
Sylvia smiled with anticipation and climbed onto the table, gently adjusting Baphomet’s helmet resting there.
“Two lives and….”
“One soul!”
“One soul!”
* * *
Whoooosh.
Karun breathed in the cold dawn air as he settled into the Jade Throne, beginning his duties as the temporary Head of House.
He now handled the important documents with a resolute gaze, as if the position had become familiar to him.
“That should be enough for today.”
Karun set down his pen, sticky with ink, after completing the mountain of documents before noon.
“Has there been any word from Gwangpung Hall?”
He licked his lips, curious about news from the Gwangpung Hall unit that had departed for Budnew Village.
“A report came in at dawn that they would camp near Filshu Village. They could have pressed on immediately, but given the possibility of an Eden ambush, they decided to rest before moving forward.”
Chad, the leader of the Flying Swallow Unit, bowed his head while holding a bundle of processed documents.
“A sound judgment.”
Karun nodded quietly, pleased with the decision made by Burren Zigheart, who now led Gwangpung Hall.
“Burren has also performed his duties as vice-leader excellently by Raon’s side.”
Sheryl recalled the sharp glint in Burren’s eyes as he shed his naivety, and a gentle smile graced her lips.
“You still fall short in many ways. However….”
Karun shook his chin as if he could not yet be satisfied with Burren.
“Since I’ve always observed Gwangpung Jeonju from behind, things will only improve from here on.”
He revealed profound expectations, as if he believed Burren had grown thanks to Raon.
“Next….”
It was just as Karun was about to speak to the Flying Swallow Unit leader.
Thud.
A footstep echoed through the Audience Chamber—a sound that should not have existed with only Karun, Sheryl, Roen, and Chad present.
Thud.
All four remained motionless, yet the footsteps continued to resound, each one piercing through the silence.
The sound possessed an uncanny quality that seized the ear so completely that no other thought could take hold.
“It seems….”
It was as Karun turned his head with a faint smile.
Creak!
The left door of the Audience Chamber swung open, and Raon emerged, his training robes caked with dried blood.
His body bore countless sword wounds, and exhaustion etched his face, yet his eyes burned with an intensity and composure unlike any moment before.
“I have returned. And I am grateful for your efforts during my absence. From this moment forward….”
Raon stepped before the Platform and offered a formal bow of the Head of House to Karun, who sat upon the golden Jade Throne.
“I will take that seat.”
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