The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 183

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Chapter 183

“Um, um, Branch Master.”

Dorian sidled up beside me and cast a furtive glance toward the room where Princess Jeina was.

“That woman… I mean, if that princess returns to Valcar and complains, won’t that start a war?”

He furrowed his brow as he looked at the contract in my hand, clearly worried about what might come next.

“She won’t say a word.”

I shook my head while waving the contract with a flourish.

“What? Why not? We got completely played here!”
“You know as well as I do that woman has a fierce pride.”
“Of course. She’s the kind of stubborn one who wouldn’t sell the item and even chased us down to interfere with the auction!”

Dorian rubbed his belly pouch anxiously at the thought.

“Exactly.”

I chuckled and continued.

“Do you really think a woman with that much pride would go around boasting that she signed a pathetic contract with the Zigheart Branch Family just to save her own skin?”
“Ah…”
“By now, Inild, who was standing beside her, is probably checking whether he heard that and slapping her for it. Though that fool was unconscious anyway.”

As if to confirm my words, a sharp, crisp sound of something being struck came from the room.

“Ugh…”

Dorian looked up at me with an incredulous expression.

“So what will you do with that contract?”
“This? It’s best if we never use it.”

Raon carefully folded the special contract.

“What? Why? It’s an opportunity to gain a one-sided advantage.”
“This is a leash. A leash to keep that Princess from treating us carelessly, to hold her by the scruff of the neck. From now on, that Princess will be terrified of what orders I might give and will only try to avoid me.”
“Ah….”
“That’s why I said three. After using two commands, I’ll leave the remaining one unused for the rest of her life.”
“Ugh….”

Dorian’s mouth fell open as if he’d never considered such a thing. He looked slightly frightened.

-Ah, a demon of greed. A demon of greed indeed….

Wrath’s blue eyes twisted as he trembled like an aspen leaf.

-This wretch merely wears the mask of a human, but is no different from the demons of the Demon Realm! No! It’s worse! He knows no satisfaction!
‘What is he going on about now.’
-In this manner, you seek to make the entire world your slaves! Had it not been for the innate kingly nature and wisdom I possess, I too would have become your slave. A terrifying creature you are….
‘Hmm, well….’
-I am a lord of the Demon Realm. I bow to no one, so do not dare to covet me.

Wrath waved his hand as if to say he would never think of holding a leash over him.

What are you talking about. You’re my number one mark.

The words rose to my throat, but I swallowed them since I couldn’t cut open the belly of a Demon King who granted me stat points.

“How do you even come up with such thoughts?”

Dorian let out a hollow laugh while looking at the contract.

‘I can’t believe he’s the same age as me.’

Whenever Raon decides on something and moves forward, the best and optimal results always emerge. Now his way of acting and his depth of thought are more astonishing than his combat prowess. Like peeling an onion, each time I look, he reveals a new facet of himself.

“You’re more fascinating than me.”

Raon chuckled while looking at Dorian’s belly pouch. What could be more fascinating than someone who claims it’s nothing special, yet produces whatever he orders?

“Me? I’m utterly ordinary.”
“All ordinary people must be dead then.”
“I’m serious. Where would you find someone as plain as me?”
“Ordinary people don’t carry clubs, logs, and boulders around with them.”
“Those are essentials. You can’t deny that all of them proved useful.”
“Well, that’s true enough.”

He was right. The logs, the boulders, the clubs—they’d all served their purpose. This was an intriguing and entertaining fellow.

‘They’re coming now.’

At the sound of footsteps from behind, I turned my head slightly. Princess Jeina and Inild were stumbling out from the room at the end of the corridor.

“By the way….”

Just as I was about to head upstairs, thinking they’d come on their own, Dorian tilted his head curiously.

“What?”
“How did you shake the ceiling and walls earlier?”
“Simple.”

I pressed my right foot to the floor and channeled my aura into a vibration. The tremor rippled through the walls and ceiling, shaking the corridor as if it might collapse.

“J-just leg shaking?”
“Simple, right?”

I chuckled and ascended to the upper floor.

“Wow….”

Dorian watched the walls and ceiling as the vibrations subsided, his resolve crystallizing.

He would rather die by the blade than become Raon’s enemy.

‘He’s terrifying….’

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The moment I climbed to the upper floor, a commanding voice rang out.

“Left flank, brace your positions! They’re coming again!”

Following the voice, I found Burren Zigheart and the members of Unit 3 holding their ground flawlessly against the advancing White Blood Cult disciples while maintaining the Gwangpung Formation.

“In the name of the Blood God, perish!”

Even as the White Blood Cult disciple fell, he didn’t go quietly—he detonated Blood Chain, one of the blood sorceries. A crimson haze infused with blood energy engulfed Burren Zigheart and Unit 3.

“Blood Chain! Hold your breath, fall back five paces! Left flank, assume the Flowing Stance; right flank, take the Purification Position!”

Burren Zigheart didn’t falter even as the Blood Chain spread. He issued precise commands suited to the moment, then cut down the incoming White Blood Cult disciples without hesitation.

“Show these blood demons the power of Zigheart!”
“Uuuaaahhh!”
“Slay the cursed fiends!”

Thanks to Burren Zigheart’s perfectly timed commands, the members of Unit 3 surged forward with renewed courage, driving back the White Blood Cult disciples. Though some bore wounds, none appeared severe. Victory seemed within reach.

‘As expected.’

I smiled with satisfaction watching Burren Zigheart command the battle. He was indeed the one to lead the Gwangpung Unit in my absence. With him back, I felt a reassuring sense of stability.

“Won’t you help them?”

Dorian gestured toward Unit 3 as they continued their clash with the White Blood Cult disciples.

“If I help with everything, when will those warriors ever grow?”

Real combat was the greatest opportunity for warriors to develop. Unless their lives hung in the balance, my participation would not aid them—it would only extinguish their potential.

“Let’s head to the Lobby.”

Now that I’d confirmed Burren Zigheart and Unit 3 were holding, it was time to check on Unit 1, who had pushed forward into the front lines. With more White Blood Cult disciples concentrated ahead, they were likely facing a fiercer struggle.

‘Martha weighs on my mind too.’
-Indeed, the Charm Girl’s gaze was distinctly unsettling.
‘Yes. She harbors a grudge.’

Recalling Martha’s chilling eyes from before the infiltration, I headed toward the Lobby.

Crack!

As sunlight poured through the roof torn open by the Flame Spirit’s explosion and brushed across my face, a sound like flesh being rent asunder erupted from the Lobby.

Martha. The sound of her blade cleaving a White Blood Cult member’s body in two.

“Where… where else are they…?”

Martha’s black hair and pale skin were drenched in murky blood, and her eyes blazed with a killing intent far more vicious than before.

“Ugh…!”

Dorian couldn’t meet that haunted gaze and stumbled backward, his mouth sealed shut.

‘This is far more serious than I thought.’

I narrowed my eyes. Even though the killing intent wasn’t directed at me, goosebumps rose across the back of my hand. This was no ordinary grudge.

“Aaahhhhh!”

Martha unleashed a bestial cry and charged into the throng of White Blood Cult members. She swept through them like a raging horse, detonating aura in all directions.

“Damn it! Support the unit leader!”
“Abandon the formation! Strike the outer perimeter while all eyes are on the unit leader!”

With Martha, the unit leader, rampaging like a maddened tiger, Unit 1 abandoned maintaining the Gwangpung Formation and instead methodically cut down the bewildered White Blood Cult members one by one.

Despite not deploying their formation due to Martha’s frenzy, Unit 1 felled White Blood Cult members faster and in greater numbers than Unit 3.

-Hmm, I made an error in judgment.

Wrath smacked his lips in frustration.

—Should have gone to the Charm Girl instead. Quite the delectable wrath, this is.
‘Wrath….’

I nodded. The fury woven into Martha’s blade was absolutely ferocious. She regarded her enemies not as human beings, but as insects, drowning herself in a sea of blood.

More than twenty White Blood Cultists had fallen to Martha’s sword. Despite a gash across her waist and a blade wound to her thigh, she bared her teeth without the slightest concern and lopped off another cultist’s head.

“Follow the unit leader! Support her to the end!”
“Never retreat—keep fighting!”

Unit One was too busy keeping pace with Martha to focus on combat itself. Whether they’d grown fond of her despite everything, they coordinated their assault to minimize her injuries while she carved through their enemies.

“There’s… no stopping her, is there?”
“No.”

I nodded. If I tried to restrain her, that bloodlust-laden blade might very well come flying my way.

‘Still, I can’t just leave it be.’

I’d have to give her a proper lecture once the battle ended. Whether it would actually make her see sense was another matter entirely.

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“So this is where you fled to?”

Rimer twirled his blade as he cornered Daragon in a dead-end alley.

“Kgh! Dolvierte….”

As Daragon pressed his palms together and began chanting an incantation with practiced haste, Rimer’s wrist moved with fluid grace.

Crash!

A delicate azure aura bloomed across his blade like a rainbow, engulfing Daragon and obliterating every wall that hemmed him in.

“Ugh….”

Daragon’s face drained of color as he stared at the crumbling wall.

“A sorcery that lets you traverse walls? How delightfully creative.”

Rimer smiled as he gazed upon the collapsed wall.

“That’s how you spirited people away without anyone noticing. But now that the wall is gone, your little trick is rather useless, isn’t it?”
“Shut your mouth!”
“Even our family head couldn’t silence my tongue, yet you presume to?”
“You wretched bastard!”

The moment Daragon brought his hands together to weave a new incantation, Rimer’s eyes gleamed with lethal intent.

“Ah….”

Daragon’s body convulsed before he could finish the spell. A sickening pain shot through his wrist—Rimer’s blade had already moved, cleaving through flesh and bone with surgical precision.

“Gahhhhh!”

Daragon staggered backward, clutching at his severed wrist as blood cascaded down.

“Unless you’re Apostle-rank, stopping your sorcery is simple. Either seal the mouth, or sever the hands.”

Rimer stepped through the pooling blood with a cruel smile.

“That one never taught him, yet he performs so brilliantly. Such genius—he truly takes after me.”
“Kgh….”

Daragon attempted to chant with his remaining hand, but Rimer showed no mercy. His wrist flicked once more, and Daragon’s left forearm joined its twin on the ground.

“Uuugh….”

Daragon’s eyes trembled as he stared at both severed limbs, blood spurting in grotesque fountains.

“Why such despair over mere wrists?”

Rimer’s eyes glinted with chilling menace as he drew inexorably closer.

“You puncture holes in the necks of living people and drink their blood. Compared to that, this is nothing but a gentle caress.”
“Rimer….”

Daragon swallowed hard, his throat dry.

‘They said he was crippled….’

They’d said his dantian and mana circuits were destroyed, yet he seemed not weakened in the slightest. Those eyes burning with madness, that casual tone of voice—the mad elf once called the Radiant Sword of Zigheart hadn’t changed one bit.

“Well then.”

Rimer reversed his grip on the blade and brought it down upon Daragon’s thigh. Blood erupted like a fountain as he channeled wind aura through the strike.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
“Were all the abducted people in the Underground?”
“Ugh….”
“Where were you planning to send them?”
“….”

Daragon clamped his mouth shut once more.

“That’s right. This is how a White Blood Cultist should be. I would’ve been disappointed if you’d answered so quickly.”

Rimer grinned wickedly and channeled wind aura again. As the blade embedded in his thigh vibrated, Daragon’s entire body convulsed, drool streaming from his mouth.

“Gaaaaaahhhhh!”
“Don’t trust that woman Celine. My disciple went after her. There’s no way she’s coming back alive.”
“Huff, huff….”

Daragon gritted his teeth, breathing heavily as he fought to endure the agony.

“I don’t trust that damned woman.”
“Oh, so you realized this place was exposed because of her?”
“I’m no insect—how could I not see that?”
“Then what are you putting your faith in with that look in your eyes?”

Rimer frowned as he observed the glimmer of hope still burning in Daragon’s gaze. Raon had already dealt with Celine in the Underground, and Martha was conducting a massacre above. It was all over, yet Rimer couldn’t fathom why Daragon still clung to hope.

“You should have come a bit earlier.”
“What?”
“Krhehehe. Two of them are arriving today.”

Even as Daragon coughed up blood, his mouth split into a grotesque grin.

“Now that they’ve arrived, you won’t survive either!”

Before his words even finished, a terrifying aura surged up from the first floor.

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Martha swung her blade without noticing the long scars that had formed across her shoulders, waist, and thighs.
She felt no pain.

Kill them.
Slaughter every last member of the White Blood Cult.

That was the only thought that filled my head. No other emotions or will came to mind.

Just the demons you see in front of you. 12 years ago. The order to kill all the white demons that broke through the village walls shackled my soul.

I cut, cut, and cut again, following the voice ringing in my head.

Even if there were five enemies, he would go in, and even if ten enemies gathered, he would rush in and swing his sword. He just swung as if he had even forgotten how to use the sword.

Without caring whether his face was cut or his hair was cut off, he continued to slash his sword at the white coat.

I know I shouldn’t fight like this. As a leader, I also know that I have to take care of my team members. But the moment I saw the white blood bridge, I couldn’t come to my senses.

As if it was an instinct he was born with, he cut off the head of the Baekhyeolgyo. Until their thick blood covered their entire bodies.

As the fight continued, just when you thought it was gaining more power, the murky blood of the white-blooded cultists that soaked the lobby floor moved on their own, drawing strange patterns.

Wooooow!

A pure white light erupted from the center of the pattern, and a frighteningly large energy surged.

“ah….”

Martha spoke for the first time since the battle began.

Quickly.

I gritted my teeth when I saw ten beads engraved on the left chest of my white coat.

I slowly raised my head. A middle-aged man with long ebony hair slicked back and eyes as sharp as a hawk lifted his chin.

It’s a guy. It’s him!

A demon who burned down villages, drank the blood of guards, and kidnapped mothers and other people. He was the 10th apostle who was a disciple of the White Blood Cult.

“Did Sieghart’s younger ones invade?”

The indifferent voice was also the same.

The ten apostles slowly raised their hands. A diagonal wound on the hand. Countless people died in blood at those hands, mothers and other people were dragged away by those hands, and the village was reduced to ashes by those hands.

It was the hand of an evil spirit that I could never forget even if I died.

Gooooo!

The concentrated blood energy in the hands of the ten apostles blazed as if it were about to explode.

“ah….”

The Gwangpungdan members who followed behind were unable to move as if their ankles were tied, exhausted by the enormous energy gathered in the hands of the 10 apostles.

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Martha overcame her instinctive fear with anger and jumped forward. It’s not to save trillions.

Absolutely not.
Absolutely not.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

As soon as he collided with the terrifying energy that rose from the hands of the 10 apostles, his wrists were bent as if they would be broken, and blood spurted from his mouth. If it weren’t for the blue luck my father gave me, I would have lost my life right away.

“Off!”

It didn’t seem like even a second had passed, but I felt like my whole body was going to be crushed. I want to hold on, but I can’t. The difference in power was as big as heaven and earth.

‘also. Hey again… .’

In order to get revenge on that devil, and because I didn’t want to see anyone killed by that devil, I risked my life to train, but the gap in skill did not decrease. In the end, I ended up throwing away the life my mother had saved in vain.

Squeak!

My grip becomes weak. I wanted to tell the group members behind me to run away, but I didn’t have the strength to do so.

“ah….”
“Ah…”

As the Cheongun Sword was about to fall off my wrist, I heard Raon’s low voice in my ear.

“But it’s impossible to do it alone.”

The moment a voice that seemed calm but filled with a little warmth touched my heart, my eyes were colored with bright red flames.

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