The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1258

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Chapter 1258

“Ah, no….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer’s eyes flickered downward. However, the mask of the Bearwolf Sorcerer he wore had shattered, so his expression was no longer hidden.

“Why.”

I placed my hand on the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s shoulder and pressed my gaze into his.

“You said you were returning to Eden.”

I recited his own words from the field and curled my lips upward.

“T-That’s not it! I only said that if I returned like this, I might die!”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer shook his head, his eyes trembling.

“Eden is currently sealed by the Heavenly Demon’s orders, so if I go against his command and return, I will die!”

He spat blood from his mouth and cried out that he could not return to Eden because he had disobeyed the Heavenly Demon’s command because of Siria Slion.

“Ah, right. Siria Slion. I should ask that bastard first.”

I grabbed the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s jaw and forcibly turned his face.

“That one is definitely dead, right?”

Siria Slion was a parasite who had his head severed yet was resurrected and tormented Lunan Slion once more. I had to confirm that he was truly dead.

“B-Baphomet is originally a monster that lives with two souls. That’s why he wields both a greatsword and a staff simultaneously, which is unusual.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer bit his lips as if recalling Siria Slion.

“If Siria Slion had definitely seized Lunan Slion’s soul, then yes, the soul that had died to you would have been resurrected, but since he did not, he will not be able to return this time.”

He nodded, saying that Siria Slion was definitely dead and trapped in Lunan’s Sword Realm.

“So that’s why he came back to life.”

I recalled the moment when Siria Slion’s corpse had vanished, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Well, Eden is full of strange beings and sorcery, after all.”

Compared to the bizarre creature in the serpent helm who changed the color of his mask each time I killed him, Siria Slion’s two resurrections were practically trivial.

“What sorcery was cast on Lunan?”

I fixed my gaze upon the Bearwolf Sorcerer, my voice laden with a chilling killing intent.

“I-it’s an ancient phantasmal sorcery. It lures humans into the dream world and swaps reality with dreams, granting it the power to turn them into puppets, y-yes.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer swallowed hard as my expression grew increasingly frigid.

“As expected.”

I nodded calmly. Just as Evelyn had predicted, the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s sorcery appeared to be a mechanism designed to turn Lunan into a puppet.

“I-I only did as Siria Slion commanded! The materials for the sorcery and all these children were brought by that bastard! He was the one who placed the Nightmare artifact in Lunan’s pillow!”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer trembled, insisting he had merely operated the sorcery while everything else was Siria Slion’s doing.

“B-because of that bastard, I’m about to be abandoned by Eden too…”
“Shut up.”

I furrowed my brow and struck the Bearwolf Sorcerer’s cheek with the tip of my foot.

Crunch!

Despite the light blow, the Bearwolf Sorcerer crashed into the wall again without even a chance to scream.

“Ugh…”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer let out a dying groan, his cheekbone caved in as if crushed.

“Answer only the questions I ask.”

I lowered my cold gaze and raised a finger.

“You won’t know what your final words will be.”

I pressed my finger to my lips, emphasizing that I could kill him immediately.

“Ugh….”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer, whose will to live burned fiercely, nodded while remaining on his knees.

“I thought it strange that Lunan fell into sorcery so easily, but it was because you used a nightmare spirit directly.”

I recalled Siria Slion’s sinister eyes and ugly smile, clicking my tongue in disapproval.

“You left a spy in the Slion Main Residence, didn’t you?”

It was entirely possible for someone like Siria Slion, so I furrowed my brow.

“Y-yes. I don’t know the exact details, but I heard that a servant of the Slion Family was coerced into hiding a nightmare spirit in Lunan Slion’s pillow.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer’s jaw trembled as he explained that he’d learned this from Siria Slion and didn’t know who had actually done it.

“Moreover, Lunan Slion had long since reached the peak of Grand Master and harbored a fierce desire to transcend. Thanks to that, it was easier than expected to draw him into the Dream World.”

He narrowed his eyes, noting that Lunan’s obsession with power made the temptation effortless.

“An obsession with power….”

I smacked my lips briefly.

‘Was it because of what I said before?’

Before entering seclusion with Grandfather, I had summoned the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen and told them to maximize their strength until the war with Eden.
I had even advised Burren, Martha, and Lunan to attempt breaking through the Wall of Transcendence, but it seemed that advice had become poison.

‘I shouldn’t carelessly give advice or criticism about goals.’

My subordinates could move contrary to my intentions, so it seemed I needed to think more carefully when speaking about such matters.

“Finding servants who followed Siria Slion shouldn’t be difficult.”

I traced a circle with my finger. Since Siria Slion was dead, locating his butler or attendants wouldn’t prove particularly challenging.

“Lunan won’t suffer any aftereffects, will she?”

The curse had been so potent that I wanted to confirm whether any lingering effects remained with Lunan Slion.

“No, there aren’t any.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer shook his head decisively.

“Lunan Slion broke free from my curse through her own strength, so she bears no aftereffects. In fact, she’s likely achieved tremendous spiritual growth.”

He bit his lip slightly, suggesting that Lunan Slion had become even stronger than before the curse took hold.

“It wasn’t her strength alone.”

I lowered my hand calmly.

“Lunan could never have broken your curse or Siria Slion’s schemes by herself.”

It was because Burren and Martha were there, and because the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen held their ground in Budnew Village that Lunan Slion gained enlightenment and grew stronger. Had she been alone, she would have been consumed by Siria Slion’s malice and completely enslaved within Baphomet’s helm.
If she had been alone, she would have been consumed by Siria Slion’s malice and completely subjugated under Baphomet’s helm.

-That’s right.

Wrath nodded in agreement.

-Yet that too is the power of bonds that the ice cream girl has cultivated.

He smiled faintly, noting that Martha and Burren risked their lives because of the trust they’d built with Lunan Slion.

‘That’s right. Now they’re like family.’

I slowly closed my eyes and opened them again. Lunan Slion would undoubtedly do the same if Martha and Burren faced danger. The bond between these three had grown deeper than family itself.

“Now that we’ve settled Lunan’s matter, shall we return to the main topic?”

I pressed my foot down on the wall where the Bearwolf Sorcerer was leaning.

“I… I’ve told you everything I know. What more do you want…?”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer’s eyes flickered downward, pleading for release.

“Eden.”

I spat the name with savage intensity.

“Where is Eden located?”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer was different from the other Eden Ghosts. Unlike those maddened by their obsession with regression, impervious even to torture, this one maintained a human-like state of mind—which meant information could be extracted.

“I… I don’t know Eden’s exact location either.”

The Bearwolf Sorcerer furrowed his brow as if he’d anticipated the question and spoke.

“If you go to the designated place, gatekeepers appear and transport you to the Main Base. If I weren’t Siria Slion, I wouldn’t have been able to leave that place.”

He shook his head again, insisting he knew nothing more.

“Then guide me to that designated place.”

I grabbed the Bearwolf Sorcerer by the collar and hauled him to his feet.

“I’ll handle the rest myself.”

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“Hah…”

Burren gazed at the pristine white barrier of Zigheart, as white as the Snowy Plain, and let out a soft exclamation.

“Fulfilling my duties as commander is truly difficult. Now I understand why Raon yearned for that barrier so much.”

He laughed, realizing why Raon would gaze at Zigheart’s barrier and sigh whenever he returned from a mission.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

Dorian bowed at a right angle to Burren.

“I had no idea such a battle was taking place over there.”

He bit his lip as he gazed at Martha, still unconscious.

“What are you apologizing for? Our mission was to protect Budnew Village.”

Crain furrowed his brow, insisting there was nothing to apologize for.

“Crain is right.”

Burren nodded, looking at Crain.

“You all followed my orders excellently.”

He chuckled calmly, assuring Dorian there was nothing to apologize for.

“Of course. Though we could have resolved it sooner, I suppose….”

Crain clicked his tongue, glancing at Lunan Slion to his right.

“C-Crain!”

Dorian grabbed Crain’s arm and shook it.

“What! I’m not wrong! If you’re in bad shape, just ask for help!”

Since Crain was the type to speak his mind even to Raon, he wrinkled his nose directly at Lunan Slion.

“Who here would refuse if you asked for help!”

He stomped his foot roughly, venting his frustration.

“Ugh!”

Dorian’s jaw trembled as he looked between Lunan Slion and Crain. He had known Crain for a long time, but this was the first time he’d seen him genuinely angry at his superior.

“Crain’s words aren’t wrong, though.”

Trevin, the Cheoljeon Unit commander, nodded in agreement with Crain’s sentiment.

“The Cheoljeon Unit hasn’t been with Gwangpung Hall for long, but you’re different.”

He furrowed his brow, implying that even if he couldn’t speak openly, others certainly could have.

“Hmm….”

Mark Goeten also seemed to agree with Crain’s words, lowering his chin calmly while crossing his arms.

The other swordmasters gazed at Lunan with slightly dimmed eyes, their expressions mirroring Crain’s sentiment.

“….”

Burren said nothing to Lunan or to Crain and the other Gwangpung Hall swordmasters, simply walking toward the Main Gate of Zigheart. This was Lunan’s burden to bear, and he had nothing to say about it.

“I’m sorry….”

Lunan adjusted Martha slightly on her back before turning to face Crain and the Gwangpung Hall swordmasters.

“I was consumed by my own desires….”

She bowed her head to everyone, accepting full responsibility for her actions.

“Uh, well….”

Crain blinked, not expecting Lunan to apologize so openly.

“I’ll repay this debt without fail….”

Lunan pressed her lips together firmly, determined to make amends for everything that had transpired.

“No, that’s not what I mean!”

Crain tapped his chest in frustration.

“This isn’t about debt. It’s just….”

He approached Lunan, his brow furrowing deeply as he spoke.

Crack!

Crain’s head exploded with the sound of fireworks detonating, and he crumpled to the ground.

“Ugh! What… what is this…?”

Crain’s jaw trembled violently from the pain.

“Hey. You’re being too loud—I can’t sleep!”

Martha, who had been riding on Lunan’s back, slowly lifted her head. It appeared she had struck Crain’s head with her fist.

“M-Martha!”

Crain swallowed hard as he met Martha’s fierce gaze.

“Martha…”

Lunan turned his head back in surprise that Martha had awakened.

“My head hurts, so stop calling my name. And…”

Martha sighed as she looked at Crain.

“We can settle this later. This is right in front of Zigheart’s Main Gate!”

She gnashed her teeth at the thought of bringing shame upon Gwangpung Hall.

“H-hiccup, I-I’m sorry!”

Crain began hiccupping in alarm at Martha’s fierce eyes.

“Heh.”

Burren let out a faint smile, relieved to see Martha unharmed.

“Then let’s go in…”
“You spoke well.”

It was when he suggested entering the depths of Zigheart. A man with a massive frame leaped down from the wall, his voice echoing softly across the expanse.

Boom!

Iliun, the Chief Steward who had guarded Zigheart’s walls for decades, stepped forward before Gwangpung Hall, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

“Save your explanations for later. Go inside quickly. The temporary Head of House is waiting for you.”

Iliun furrowed his brow slightly, insisting they not keep Zigheart’s Head of House waiting.

“Your father seems to be waiting for you so eagerly he might lose his head.”

Martha chuckled softly at the thought of Karun.

“No. The temporary Head of House currently leading Zigheart is….”

Iliun shook his head firmly at Martha, his expression shifting to one of intrigue as he lifted his chin.

“Raon Zigheart, the temporary Head of House.”

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