The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1274

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Chapter 1274

“I want you to participate in the war against the Celestial Race.”

I emphasized the words “Celestial Race” as I gazed at Pride, the Lord of Arrogance.

“Hmm…?”

Pride furrowed his brow as if this was a condition he had never even considered.

-Huh…?

Wrath also seemed surprised, staring at me with wide eyes.

-The True Demon King thought you’d accept the authority of Arrogance?

He tilted his head as if this was completely unexpected.

‘This is important too.’

I smacked my lips briefly.

‘No, this is the most important thing.’

According to what you said, Pride has no enemies.

Wrath had previously insisted that Pride wouldn’t participate in the war against the Celestial Race.

He said that Pride had neither enemies nor allies—only himself existed—so no one could predict where or how he would move.

‘If that monster goes to the Celestial side, it’ll be dangerous.’

Pride’s martial prowess was on par with Wrath at full strength. Even Glen or the Heavenly Demon couldn’t claim certain victory against such absolute power.
If such a being fought on the Celestial side, the damage would be catastrophic, so I had to first render him immobile.

‘Besides, I can obtain the authority of Arrogance through other means.’

After conversing with Pride, I felt confident that if we met again, I could roast him alive. I didn’t disdain the power of Pride, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

-Certainly….

Wrath nodded in agreement with my assessment.

-Even if Derus Robert is dead, the Celestial Race won’t simply retreat.

He smacked his lips, evidently sharing the same suspicion that the Celestial Race would make independent moves.

-However, there is one thing you don’t know.

It was then that Wrath raised his azure hand.

“Is that truly the condition Wrath has set?”

Pride shook his head, unable to comprehend the condition I had stated.

“It is.”

I straightened my posture confidently, meeting the bewildered gazes of both Pride and Wrath.

“He wishes for you to participate in the war against the Celestial Race.”

Without blinking, I invoked Wrath’s name and nodded solemnly.

-Ah….

Wrath released a deep sigh.

-I’m going mad. I need to kill this bastard, but there’s no way to do it! Heavens above!

Despite being a Demon Lord, he stretched both arms toward the sky and cried out.

“Kahahahahaha!”

Pride swept his crimson hair back and burst into raucous laughter.

“That damned Wrath wants me, the True Demon King!”

He seemed satisfied that Wrath desired his power, and he stomped his massive foot with a self-satisfied thud.

—Grrrrgh….

Wrath’s face flushed even redder in contrast to Pride’s composure.

—This madman is destroying the True Demon King’s pride!

He ground his teeth so hard they creaked audibly, unable to bear the sight of Pride’s arrogance.

“It is truly admirable that you desire me, but I’m afraid I cannot grant that request.”

Pride shook his head while maintaining his broad smile.

“What do you mean?”

Raon asked in a measured tone.

“Exactly as I said. I have a prior commitment, so I cannot fulfill Wrath’s request.”

Pride spread his massive, boulder-like arms wide as if to say he had no choice.

“You mean….”

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he regarded Pride.

“If the white doves wage war against this Continent, I shall stand behind them.”

He pointed to himself with his thumb, declaring confidently that he would fight alongside the Celestial Race.

“Why?”

Raon exhaled sharply.

“You are the Lord of Pride and the King of the Demon Realm. Why would you fight alongside the Celestial Race?”

It made no sense that Pride, who could slaughter the Celestial Race from the front lines of the Demon forces, would now stand behind them.

“Because I have sworn an oath upon my name. On the day the Continent War begins, I will stand against humanity.”

Pride laughed with a refreshing clarity, saying that as the Lord of Arrogance, he had made a promise.

“And besides, that would be far more entertaining.”

He gazed at me with eyes burning with anticipation, as though eager for a confrontation with Wrath.

“Is it because of the Heavenly Demon?”

I massaged my temples.

‘He intends to witness the same spectacle that the Heavenly Demon desires to see.’

The Heavenly Demon seeks to topple Glen Zigheart and resurrect the Dragon of Ruin, Eden’s deepest desire. Pride, who was in many ways an extension of the Heavenly Demon himself, seemed determined to stand against humanity for that very reason.

“That is indeed one reason. But as I said, I made a prior commitment.”

Pride pointed skyward, rotating his finger in a slow circle. I could immediately discern what he was alluding to.

“And there is yet another reason.”

Pride’s lips curled into a smile, his eyes turning glacial.

“The True Demon King cannot stand alongside Wrath. Never.”

Pride shook his head with absolute conviction, declaring that even death would be preferable to allying with Wrath.
After speaking, he turned his gaze toward the Sageomryeong behind him, and it became clear that she was a significant factor in his decision.

-That is the truth.

Wrath clicked his tongue briefly.

-As I have said before, that bastard and I are like water and oil. We can never mix!

He scoffed, noting that their very natures were fundamentally incompatible.

“Even if you were to kill me, I cannot accept that proposal.”

True to his name—or perhaps contrary to it—Pride spread his arms wide and bared his chest, as though inviting death rather than compromise.

“I see.”

I nodded calmly.

“There’s no helping it, then.”

I had intended to propose that Pride participate in the war, but I hadn’t anticipated matters would unfold this way. It was unfortunate, but there was no choice but to accept it.

‘Still, I can’t simply let everything slide.’

Pride had promised to keep his word, yet now declared he couldn’t honor that promise due to a prior commitment. Naturally, I deserved far more in compensation.

“Pride. For you….”

I regarded Pride with a scornful smile.

“The title of Lord of Arrogance suits you poorly.”

I shook my head slowly, conveying my disdain.

“What did you…?”

Pride raised one eyebrow.

“Isn’t it true?”

I continued with an even deeper sneer.

“You swore you’d grant anything before losing our wager, yet now you claim you cannot—demanding I accept half measures instead. Even children wouldn’t resort to such petty nonsense.”

I clicked my tongue, my arrogant tone dripping with mockery.

“You knew Wrath would never kill you in such a manner, so you came out with this pathetic excuse.”

I didn’t simply dismiss Pride; instead, I mocked him and flicked my fingers.

“Hmm….”

Pride had nothing to say, but his frustration was evident as he gnawed at his lips.

“If that’s not the case, then speak your mind.”

I extended my hand, signaling that I would listen to whatever Pride had to say.

“Very well!”

Pride ground his teeth as if deep in thought, then lifted his head.

“You’re right—I, the True Demon King, have indeed acted in a manner unbecoming of the name Pride. And it’s equally true that breaking a prior agreement contradicts Pride itself. So…”

He raised both hands as if he had finally reached a decision.

“I shall change the rules I set at the beginning. I will grant you two favors!”

Pride nodded, acknowledging that since he had failed to fulfill my original request, he would accept both of my demands.

“You break your promise first, and now you offer merely two?”

I let out a cold laugh.

“So Pride was nothing but a coward after all.”

I shook my finger, making it clear that two favors were insufficient.

“It matters not what you say.”

Pride shook his head, indicating this was the extent of his concession.

“I do not change what I have already decided. The prior agreement stands because I made that promise first, and thus I will not grant your request.”

He crossed his arms confidently, as if the prior agreement was made in the name of the Demon King of Pride and brought him no shame.

‘So this is where it ends.’

I furrowed my brow, tensing my fingers.

‘I would have liked to extract more.’

Given Pride’s absolute power, I had hoped to secure three favors from him, but it seemed two was all I could manage.

-Ha….

Wrath blinked as if utterly dumbfounded.

-No, you’re actually haggling even at a moment like this? You’re absolutely out of your mind!

Wrath trembled violently, whether from genuine terror or sheer disbelief.

“Fine.”

I tilted my chin, accepting the inevitable.

“I will relay Wrath’s voice once more. His first command is that you transfer your authority to me. I hope this becomes an opportunity for you to witness what the Lord of Pride truly is.”

I didn’t even listen to what Wrath was saying, but I gazed downward with arrogant indifference as if conveying his words.

-Ahhh….

Wrath foamed at the mouth as if his mind was completely shattering.

“Hmph! Of course!”

Pride twisted his lips and extended fingers like the roots of the World Tree. Crimson flames erupted from his fingertips, wrapping around my wrist with brutal force.

Kuwaaaaaa!

I gazed steadily at the scorching heat that threatened to incinerate my wrist, my eyes narrowing to mere slits.

‘Extraordinary.’

Despite all the mockery he had endured, Pride transferred an astonishingly vast amount of authority without hesitation—so much so that I was nearly left speechless by his magnanimity.
To be honest, I could scarcely believe the boldness he displayed.

Hwaaaaaaaa!

The authority of Pride that he granted took the form of crimson thorns, more vivid than blood itself, settling upon my wrist as a bracelet. Unlike the other Demon Lords who had transferred their authority before, he alone created a chain rather than a flower.

“Flowers are what that pretty fool prefers. A true warrior demands chains!”

Pride nodded emphatically, clearly pleased with the thorned bracelet encircling Raon’s wrist.

-Hmph! You uncultured brute who knows nothing of art!

Wrath snorted derisively in return, as if Pride were the ignorant one.

“Hmm….”

I examined the crimson-hued thorned bracelet, my jaw trembling slightly.

‘Far more than I anticipated.’

Since Pride had earned his reputation, I’d assumed he could grant considerable power despite my mockery, but this far exceeded my expectations.
I never imagined it would reach this magnitude.

‘It nearly touches the threshold of Wrath’s power.’

The power of Pride that he’d granted me surpassed the Sloth I’d received long ago and approached the pinnacle of Wrath I’d obtained through victory. I’d known he’d give generously, but I never dreamed it would be this much—my jaw hung open in astonishment.
I knew they’d give a lot, but I never imagined it would be this much—I was completely taken aback.

“If I wake up from this…”

It feels like I might be able to get something new.

The Authority of Arrogance that Pride had handed over hadn’t awakened yet, but if it stretched itself like the other Authorities, he had a premonition that something special would blossom within him. No, it was certainty.

Are you satisfied?

Pride arrogantly lifted his chin as if he were confident.

“Yeah. It lives up to its reputation, I’d say.”

Raon nodded and said he was satisfied.

“I have one more question.”
“Let me ask you one more thing.”

Raon tilted his chin as he looked at Pride.

“So if I relay his instructions to you, will you follow them without question?”
“Yes. As long as it doesn’t conflict with what the True Demon King has already promised me.”

Pride smacked his lips as if to say he would do whatever was within his power.

“Then speak your second request quickly.”
“The second instruction is….”

Pride continued calling it a request, while I called it an instruction. Both of us possessed pride of the highest caliber.

“I’ll tell you of it another time.”

I withheld the instruction I would give to Pride and tightened my grip with my fingers.

‘If I play this right, I might be able to stop him.’

Honestly, if Pride became involved in the war, the Five Emperors would suffer tremendous losses. Stopping him took priority over everything else, and while uncertain, I felt I might accomplish it through the second instruction.

“Hmph!”

Pride waved his hand dismissively as if to say I should do as I pleased.

“Then everything is settled, yes?”

He turned his back as if to leave now.

“No.”

I shook my head roughly and raised my hand.

“There’s still one thing left.”

I lowered my chin, pointing at the Sageomryeong standing behind Pride.

“That woman must die by my hand.”

I grasped the Heavenly Sword, saying that since we had fought a duel with our lives on the line, I needed to settle the score.

“I know.”

Sageomryeong rose to her feet, her lips pressed firmly together as if she had already made peace with death.

“How dare you….”

Pride unleashed an overwhelming surge of aura, refusing to yield—just as he had when he first appeared.

“If you find that distasteful….”

Raon’s lips curled upward as he glanced sideways at Burren, whom he was forcibly holding back.

“Then I’ll share a taste of your arrogance.”

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