The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1257

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Chapter 1257

Whoooooosh!

A desolate wind swept across the field where Lunan Slion and Siria Slion’s final confrontation had ended.

The living had departed and the dead remained, but the malevolent aura that permeated the field kept wild beasts and monsters from venturing anywhere near its edges.

Pitter-patter-patter!

When the moon had passed the halfway point of the darkened night sky, raindrops began to fall upon the scattered armor of Siria Slion and the Eden Executives.

As the sound of rainwater drumming against dented helmets and crumpled armor blanketed the field, the charred reeds trembled ever so slightly.

Shhhhh.

From between the tilted reeds, a man wearing a bear-shaped mask slowly rose to his feet. He carefully stitched his half-shattered mask back together with sorcery while his eyes darted left and right.

“Haa….”

The sorcerer who had received the name Bearwolf Sorcerer and the Bearwolf mask from Eden let out a sigh of relief as he touched the wounds on his neck and chest.

“I survived. Or rather, I should say I came back to life after dying.”

The moment Lunan Slion’s frost fragments had pierced his body, I realized there was no way to survive this. So I immediately cast a sorcery upon myself to enter a state of suspended animation and played dead.
Had they examined me properly, they would have caught on, but fortunately the Zigheart bastards’ attention was focused entirely on Siria Slion, so they didn’t have time to check on me.

‘I survived, at least….’

The Bearwolf Sorcerer applied healing medicine to his wounds and bit his lip hard.

‘Damn, it hurts.’

Lunan Slion’s attacks were on an entirely different level from ordinary swordsmanship. They were difficult to block, and the pain made it hard to maintain one’s senses—so if one was struck, it was no exaggeration to say the battle’s outcome would shift dramatically.

“That stupid Evil Goat Demon. No, Siria Slion!”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer gnashed his teeth as he stared at Siria Slion’s corpse, eyes rolled back in death.

“He spoke with such confidence, yet failed to capture Raon and was killed by his own sister instead.”

Siria Slion had claimed that Lunan Slion was within the palm of his hand, and that with the right curse, he could control her perfectly.

But he had fallen to Lunan’s blade, and now—even in death—he was trapped in the Frozen Hell, condemned to eternal torment. Surely he was screaming in agony even now.

“Should I return to the Eastern Mountain Base…?”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer rose to his feet, his brow furrowed.

“No, this won’t do. I might face summary execution for disobeying orders.”

The Heavenly Demon had instructed the Eden Ghosts to remain quietly at Headquarters for a year before entering seclusion.

But he had defied the Heavenly Demon’s command, followed Siria Slion outside Headquarters, and touched the Zigheart.
If he returned to Eden now, those who followed the Heavenly Demon would tear him limb from limb and cast him as carrion.

“Then I have no choice but to use those children.”

To pierce through Lunan Slion, he had trapped spiritually gifted children in a dream world. If he brought them as offerings, he could survive.

‘Yes. That’s right.’

If he fled now, he might live, but he could never achieve his true desire. It was a wish he had pursued even by joining hands with a wretch like Siria Slion—he had to return to Eden and claim a position of power by any means necessary.

“Hah…”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer removed his blood-soaked robe and donned a fresh one.

“First, I need to gather the children.”

He cast his blood-drenched robe and garments onto the scorched earth, then turned away.

Whoooosh!

Wreathed in sorcery, the Bearwolf Sorcerer sprinted westward. He climbed a mountain not far from the field and stood before a cave, from which emanated the acrid stench of ogres.

“No matter how many times I encounter it, I can never get used to this stench.”

The foul odor served as material for sorcery while simultaneously repelling beasts and monsters, yet no amount of exposure dulled the irritation it provoked.

“Sigh….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer pinched his nose and ventured into the cave. Following a path devoid of light, he walked for some time before a vast cavern opened before him.

A gentle breeze swept through.

Beneath a pale illumination like gathered fireflies, children with ashen faces lay sprawled across the stone floor. Their skin bore the marks of constant friction against the unforgiving rock—bruises and raw wounds covered their entire bodies.

“They’re serviceable enough, I suppose….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer surveyed the children and clicked his tongue briefly.

“Still, none of them compare to Ruzel.”

Ruzel was ideal as a sacrifice for sorcery, and possessed an exceptional talent for escape—making him perfect as bait when equipped with a helm. The other children showed promise, but losing the finest specimen was an unbearable loss.
The other children’s talents were good too, but it was such a shame to miss out on the best one.

“Still, I should be able to give at least a low-grade mask or helmet.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer sighed and struck the cave wall with his staff.

Kyaaaah!

A sound like shattering glass rang out from the tip of the cane, and the children’s eyes opened simultaneously.

“Everyone wake up!”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer glared down at the children with a fierce snarl. His manner was as if he were dealing with beasts, not people.

“Y-yes!”
“I-I’m getting up!”
“I-I’ll get up!”

The children scrambled to their feet in terror, as if they had been abused by the Bearwolf Sorcerer multiple times before. Some of them moved so quickly that they scraped against the rocks, adding new wounds to their skin.

“We’re leaving this place now, so prepare yourselves for departure.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer exhaled a chilling breath from behind his mask.

“Yes…?”
“Prepare for departure?”
“W-where are we going?”
“Ah, where did the Evil Goat Demon go?”

The children blinked in confusion at the sudden relocation order.

“The Evil Goat Demon is dead. And…”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer seized the small head of the child who had mentioned preparing for departure.

“Must I explain everything to wretches like you?”

He gestured toward the sorcerous artifacts stacked behind him, ordering them to stop wasting time and prepare to leave.

“Y-yes!”
“S-sorry!”
“We’ll prepare at once!”

The children yelped in terror, bowed their heads, and rushed backward to gather the sorcerous artifacts that had been prepared to construct the dream world.
The effort to ensnare Lunan had been truly grueling—there were over dozens of items to collect, each radiating a sinister aura.

“Hey.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer frowned at one child who remained motionless on his knees, staring blankly into empty space. The child was the youngest and smallest in the cavern, seemingly entranced by something invisible.

“Can’t you hear me? Move now!”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer thrust his masked face toward the child and barked at him.

“….”

Yet the child remained motionless, staring blankly as if the Bearwolf Sorcerer were invisible.

“You brat!”

Just as the Bearwolf Sorcerer finally lost his patience and raised his staff to strike the child, something unexpected occurred.

“Behind you….”

The child lifted a small finger, pointing behind the Bearwolf Sorcerer.

“What? Behind? What’s behind….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer turned to follow the child’s finger.

Kuwaaaaang!

With a deafening roar as if boulders were shattering, the Bearwolf Sorcerer was slammed against the cavern wall.

“Kkeuhhhgh!”

As the Bearwolf Sorcerer coughed blood and lifted his head, the face of someone who should not exist in this place materialized before his eyes. A handsome young man with golden hair and crimson eyes. The most talented on the Continent. No—the most talented in all of history, an absolute being who had earned the epithet Sword Emperor before even reaching his thirties, now opened his eyes quietly, their crimson gaze burning with intensity.

“R-Raon Zigheart!”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer’s lips trembled violently, his shock far exceeding his pain at Raon’s unexpected arrival.

“How did you even get here….”

He could only repeat that this was impossible, that he could not believe this situation.

“So you were the one who cursed Lunan Slion in this place.”

Raon swept his gaze across the cavern with a cold smile.

“Indeed, I can smell the damp stench. All of it is filthy.”

Though the cavern was vast, it remained unattended, with sharp stones jutting out in places, and between them hung cursed artifacts emanating a vile miasma. Children who had neither eaten nor washed huddled in the cold and hunger. This place seemed to be the very hell of the mortal world.

“Do not touch such filthy things.”

Raon gently waved his hand, instructing the children to set down the objects they were holding.

“Ah, yes….”
“Ah, I understand.”

The children, who had glimpsed hope in Raon as he overwhelmed the Bearwolf Sorcerer—a god-like figure to them—nodded and set down the sorcerous implements they had been holding.

Whoooosh!

As I snapped my fingers, crimson flames erupted from the ground, consuming every sorcerous implement scattered throughout the cavern in a blazing inferno.

“No, wait! Those cannot be replaced….”
“Silence.”

I lifted my foot and brought it down hard on the face of the Bearwolf Sorcerer, who was flailing his arms desperately.

Crack!

The Bearwolf Sorcerer’s mask shattered once more, revealing the face of a man whose nose had been crushed upward like a pig’s snout.

“Ugh… agh….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer trembled violently from the pain of mask fragments embedded in his face. His arms and shoulders hung uselessly—bones broken in countless places throughout his body.

“Ah….”
“Huh….”

The children, witnessing the Bearwolf Sorcerer who had tormented them now kneeling in defeat and all the sorcerous implements consumed by flame, bit their lips tightly, tears streaming down their faces in overwhelming relief.

“I never thought there would be a child who could see me.”

I paid no attention to the Bearwolf Sorcerer crawling across the ground, instead approaching the child who had detected me and meeting their gaze.

“You possess remarkable eyes.”

I took the child’s hand—rough as tree bark—and spoke words of genuine praise.

“You too, mister….”

The child slowly parted their lips, which were swollen and bruised a sickly blue.

“Are you going to hurt us?”

The child tilted their head with eyes so calm and resigned, as if already accustomed to pain.

“….”

I said nothing and simply held the child close. Those words alone told me everything about the suffering these children had endured—further conversation was unnecessary.

“It might hurt. I can’t promise to take responsibility for everything you’ve been through….”

I shook my head while gently patting the child’s back.

“But I’ll help you live as human beings, at the very least.”

Initially, I had intended to accept them as warriors of Zigheart, but these children had suffered far too much. I wanted to help them choose their own paths instead.

“Evelyn.”

As I turned around, Evelyn emerged from the shadows.

“These children….”
“Don’t bother explaining. I already know what you want.”

Evelyn smiled softly, saying she could sense my intentions without words.

“I’ll take them to Zigheart as carefully as possible so they won’t be hurt or frightened.”

She approached the children, telling me not to worry.

“Come gather around your big sister!”

Evelyn spread her arms wide with a bright smile, but the children flinched and leaned their bodies backward.

-Of course the children know! That woman is insane!

Wrath chuckled, finding the outcome inevitable.

“They’re still scared, it seems. Well, I did pop out suddenly.”

Evelyn smacked her lips and twirled her fingers, causing candies and sweets to cascade down from the empty air.

“Huh…?”
“That’s….”
“C-candies?”
“There are sweets too!”

The children’s eyes widened as if enchanted by the candies and sweets, and they approached Evelyn.

“Just as I thought—nothing beats this for kids! To think they’d ignore such a beautiful woman.”

Evelyn’s pride was wounded, but she laughed helplessly and scattered even more candies and sweets to the children.

-Seriously….

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

-It’s depressing that the only person we can entrust the children to is that Mad Woman!

He sighed, thinking Martha would probably take better care of them.

‘It’s not entirely bad, though.’

I smiled faintly watching the children stuff candies and sweets into their mouths.

‘That’s settled then….’

I clicked my tongue briefly and approached the Bearwolf Sorcerer, who stood paralyzed with terror.

“I-I know nothing!”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer couldn’t even look directly at my face, frantically shaking his bowed head toward my legs.

“It was all Siria Slion’s doing! I merely followed his orders and cast the curse….”
“Gwangpung Hall already handled that.”

I waved my hand calmly.

“You….”

I gazed down at the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s contorted visage with eyes that burned crimson—conveying an emotion far beyond mere fear.

“You said you were returning to Eden, didn’t you?”

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