The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1256

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Chapter 1256

Clang!

As I lifted Seolhwa before my eyes just as when I activated the Sword Realm, the frost petals swirling around me rose into the empty air.

Whoooosh!

The frost fragments that maintained their pure white even after drinking Siria Slion’s blood ascended to the mountain where they originally existed, returning to the form of the eternal snow that once boasted its noble majesty.

However, there was one difference from the beginning.

Ahhhhhhh!

Siria Slion’s soul was wailing endlessly within the eternal snow. Just as I had said, even in death he continued to suffer, screaming so intensely that his throat would be torn to shreds.
It was only natural—a single frost fragment caused excruciating pain, and his entire soul was now covered by them.

Uooooooooh!

Siria Slion’s soul released a shriek so agonized that the mountain peak trembled, begging for liberation from this torment.
He let out a scream so loud it shook everything.

“You’ve made the wrong choice again…”

Lunan Slion shook his head calmly.

“It’s not that I’m asking to be freed from suffering… I should have apologized, saying I was wrong and that I’m sorry to myself and others. Of course….”

She looked down at Siria Slion’s soul with cold eyes.

“But I still won’t let you go…”

As Lunan coldly drew his sword down, more frost poured over Siria Slion’s soul, and even his screams were buried in the snow.

*sigh*

Lunan Slion exhaled a weary breath and sheathed Seolhwa, whereupon the ten Snowy Mountains that had risen behind her melted away like snow, revealing the original Field beneath.

Whoooosh!

Siria Slion lay dead beneath the black field he had created, his eyes rolled back.
Of course, his suffering did not end there—it would continue for all eternity, just as Lunan’s prophecy foretold.

“Ugh!”

Lunan doubled over as if pierced by a blade, her entire body trembling. The backlash from using the Sword Realm on the heels of her sudden awakening crashed over her, leaving every nerve in her body screaming.

“Martha….”

Yet despite the excruciating pain and tremors wracking her frame, Lunan forced herself to move, rushing immediately to Martha’s side.

“Haah….”

Martha exhaled a breath tinged with the metallic scent of blood, her eyes closed. The shock of losing so much blood had rendered her unconscious.

“The wound is too deep, it’s dangerous… huh?”

As Lunan examined Martha’s condition, her eyes widened in shock.

‘What is this?’

Her memories had returned, so she knew she had stabbed Martha. The wound had been grievous, and so much time had passed that she was certain it would be life-threatening. Yet now, Martha was not in critical condition at all.

“Why is she fine…?”

Lunan’s eyes widened as she carefully inspected Martha’s wound and body.
She had thought she’d struck a vital point, but looking now, by the thinnest of margins, the blade had passed through a space where no organs lay.
Though she had bled profusely, with the aid of recovery medicine, a little rest would see her fully healed.

“Why! Why is Martha fine!”

Burren’s eyes trembled as he forced himself to his feet.

“She’s fine….”

Lunan lowered Martha back down, blinking slowly.

“Huh? Huh! Uh….”

Burren Zigheart displayed the same bewilderment as Lunan, his mouth falling open as he cycled through various expressions of shock.

“This is… this is really okay, right?”
“Yeah. If things continue like this, we’re fine….”
“I don’t know what just happened, but thank goodness.”

He exhaled a sigh of relief and lowered himself back to the ground.

“But what about your Sword Realm?”

Burren turned to Lunan again, letting out a hollow laugh.

“It’s practically invincible.”

He continued to exclaim in disbelief, as if his own eyes couldn’t convince him of what he’d witnessed.

“Siria Slion possessed power that transcended the transcendent realm with ease. Yet you crushed him so effortlessly—I thought I was watching Raon in action. What kind of Sword Realm is it, exactly?”

Despite his injuries, Burren’s eyes gleamed with fervent curiosity as he pressed Lunan to reveal the nature of her Sword Realm.

“It works for offense and defense alike. The power, the speed—everything about it is insane. With a Sword Realm like that, you’d never lose to anyone.”

He nodded vigorously, insisting that her Sword Realm appeared to have no weaknesses whatsoever.

“It’s not quite….”

Lunan blinked her eyes wearily.

“…that perfect.”

Having wielded the Sword Realm herself, I knew the truth. My Sword Realm did not possess the invincible power Burren imagined.

“What are you talking about! A Sword Realm like that barely exists!”

Burren swallowed hard, comparing it to even Raon’s own Sword Realm.

“I can’t channel this level of power against just anyone.”

Lunan shook her head calmly.

“The power of this Sword Realm varies depending on how much pain it has caused me. Siria Slion….”

She bit her lip slightly as she gazed upon Siria Slion’s mangled corpse.

“He inflicted such anguish that I wouldn’t be surprised if I had taken my own life—so much so that I gained the strength to suppress everything about him.”

My Sword Realm was certainly versatile enough for anyone in the Workshop to use, but its power and speed varied depending on the enemy’s condition.
If an enemy hadn’t caused me great suffering, the power wouldn’t grow particularly strong, but if they had caused me immense pain like Siria Slion, it would grant me strength that could reach the heavens and beyond.

“So that’s how it worked….”

Burren exhaled a short sigh.

“What a shame. I wished I possessed such a Sword Realm too. Perhaps there truly is no power that is entirely perfect.”

He had wanted to find hope through Lunan, but instead he could only smack his lips in regret.

“However, that’s slightly different….”

Lunan narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Burren.

“Hmm, what did you say?”

Burren lifted his head, unable to hear Lunan’s quiet voice.

“It’s nothing….”

Lunan mumbled and shook her head.

‘There’s no need to mention that.’

The power of my Sword Realm, Eternity, certainly varied depending on what pain the enemy had inflicted upon me.

But when protecting allies with Eternity, its defensive power changed based on how I felt about them.

The fact that I had blocked Siria Slion’s greatsword—swung with full force—with merely a frost fragment suggested that my regard for Gwangpung Hall was incomparably higher than anyone else’s. Of course, I kept silent because it was too embarrassing to say aloud.

“Anyway, we managed to accomplish something without Raon.”

Burren gazed at the thin crescent moon rising in the darkening sky, his lips curving upward.

“Now I feel like I’m finally earning my keep.”

Despite the grueling ordeal he had endured, he nodded with evident satisfaction.

“Of course, we had quite a bit of luck on our side.”

Burren rubbed his palms together lightly. Observing how Siria Slion’s blade and the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s incantation had fortunately missed their marks, and how Martha’s wound had avoided vital points, he chuckled, acknowledging their good fortune.

“That’s right…”

Lunan nodded calmly.

“I’m just grateful no one died….”

Given the grave mistake she had committed, had anyone perished today, she would never have forgiven herself.

Though she still carried the weight of her failures and owed everyone an apology, at least no lives had been lost—and for that, she was truly grateful.

“I’m truly sorry….”

Lunan approached Burren and bowed her head.

“I know you tried everything to help me, yet I couldn’t turn back…. I’m truly sorry….”

Rather than seeking forgiveness, she simply repeated her apologies.

“A vice-leader’s position is always like that. Beaten from above, crushed from below.”

Burren waved his hand dismissively, saying it was natural for a vice-leader’s role and that it was fine.

“But this one won’t be fine.”

He gestured toward Martha lying beside them and chuckled.

“You’ll have to grovel quite thoroughly. She might even beat you.”

Burren smiled brightly, telling me to prepare well.

“Yes….”

Lunan Slion scratched her belly and nodded heavily while watching Martha sleep.

“I’m prepared to kneel and face the blade….”

Knowing Martha’s true feelings toward me, I felt an even stronger sense of remorse toward her.
With the resolve to not even furrow my brow even if a blade pierced my belly like Martha would, I clenched my fists.

“If only I had regained my senses a bit sooner, I wouldn’t have suffered like this. Or rather, having transcended and obtained the Sword Realm through all this, perhaps it’s not entirely a loss.”

Burren shook his head, saying it wasn’t a bad exchange.

“Ah, and Siria Slion is dead too. That’s a huge gain! He’s definitely dead this time, right?”

He trembled with his shoulders, afraid that
Siria Slion might return once more.

“Yes…. This time he won’t come back….”

Lunan Slion nodded, confirming that Siria Slion was definitely dead.

“Then that’s a relief… Huh?”

Burren stopped laughing and turned his head to the left.

“Lunan! That one!”

He pointed to the child wearing the Forest Rabbit helmet collapsed on the left side.

“He seems to be alive! I just heard a very faint breathing sound!”

Burren bit his lip, realizing that the child wearing the Forest Rabbit helmet who had lured Lunan Slion here was still alive.

“Could it be….”

Lunan Slion approached the child’s side with trembling hands.

“Ah!”

Just as Burren had said, the child wasn’t dead—her breathing, though faint and shallow, continued.
Certainly, it wouldn’t have been strange if she had perished, but with proper treatment, recovery seemed possible.

“Kill her….”

Burren’s brow furrowed as he raised a finger.

“Young or not, she follows Siria Slion. Killing her is the right choice.”

He bit his lip hard, accepting the grim necessity, though it pained him.

“No….”

Lunan shook her head, recalling the children she had seen in her dream.

“This child is just like me.”

At the time, caught in the sorcery’s grip, I hadn’t realized it, but Ruzel and the other children had been coerced by Siria Slion just as I was. They weren’t consumed by the spirits within the helmets because of the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s curse, so I wanted to save all of them, including Ruzel.
Whether it was due to the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s sorcery or because he hadn’t been consumed by the spirits inside the helmet, Ruzel and the others
I wanted to save everyone.

“Truly….”

Lunan gently touched Ruzel’s wounds and lifted her head.

“She was fortunate….”

* * *

“Fortunate? Like hell!”

Evelyn scoffed from the forest behind the field.

“Those idiots would all be dead if Raon hadn’t been there!”

She furrowed her brow, muttering that there were limits to how fortunate one could be.

“Right?”

Evelyn gestured toward the back, urging him to speak.

Footsteps echoed softly.

From within the shadowed embrace of the darkened trees, a handsome man with golden hair and crimson eyes emerged as if painted by a master’s brush. A subtle luminescence orbited him, untouched even by the night’s darkness.

“Things would have turned out fine without me.”

I spoke calmly, waving my hand to dismiss the notion that I had done anything of significance.

“What? That’s nonsense!”

Evelyn shook her head vigorously in absolute disagreement.

“You saved the helmeted brat from death, you saved that disrespectful girl from death, you saved that arrogant vice-lord from death, you stopped the Evil Goat Demon and the Bearwolf Sorcerer from causing trouble, you saved that foolish snow woman from death! You did everything!”

She raised both hands as she recounted all the support I had provided from behind the scenes.

“The god of normalization who kills those who deserve death and saves those who deserve life! God! Rai! On!”

Evelyn even clapped her hands, declaring that I now possessed godlike abilities.

“P-please stop….”

I shook my head, my face flushed crimson. I knew Evelyn had always been this way, but today she was pushing it too far—heat rose to my cheeks.

-Well, it’s not entirely wrong.

Wrath smacked his lips briefly.

-Even the True Demon King didn’t know you could extend your healing abilities across such distances.

He shook his head in amazement at how I had healed people using the sacred light that bloomed from darkness.

‘I find it strange myself.’

I gathered the sacred light blooming from darkness at my fingertips and curved my lips upward.

‘I tried it just in case, and it actually worked.’

The sacred power blooming from darkness was originally an ability that required placing one’s hand directly on a wound to heal,
but by utilizing the subtleties of the Sword of Supremacy and the Heart Sword, I could now heal allies from a distance.
It was a small discovery, but the results seemed like they would be significant.

-What kind of monster are you becoming…?

Wrath furrowed his brow deeply, saying he was now fed up with my abilities.

‘Wrath.’

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at him.

‘You said that a lord should prioritize his subordinates over documents on his desk, and that he must unconditionally rush forward to save them. Of course, that’s not wrong. But…’

Watching Lunan Slion who had transcended to a higher realm, Burren who seemed to have discovered a great goal, and Martha who threw everything into saving her comrade, I drew a subtle smile. The three of them would grow stronger from here on, and their bonds would deepen.

‘I think a king must also trust and support his subordinates from behind.’

I shook my head calmly, unwilling to steal this opportunity for Gwangpung Hall to grow.

-Hmph! And here you are spouting nonsense after begging the Mad Woman to stop!

Wrath glared at me with displeasure.

-Well, I’ll admit your words were right this time.

He nodded, saying he would accept it just this once.

-Now let’s head back! The True Demon King is hungry!

Wrath patted his belly, saying it was time to eat.

‘Wait a moment.’

I curled my lips upward as I watched not Martha and the child being carried by Lunan Slion and Burren leaving the field, but the Bearwolf Sorcerer collapsed behind them.

‘A better opportunity seems like it will come.’

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