The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 205

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Chapter 205

The Central Road of Dembel City leading to the Yonan Family.

A middle-aged man in white robes holding a staff and a young man with a sword at his waist walked down the street in perfect synchronization. Despite their obvious conversation, neither their voices nor their footsteps made a sound.

“Finally, word has arrived.”

The young man smiled as he gazed at the long stone wall of the Yonan Family stretching to the side.

“If it had taken much longer, I wouldn’t have been able to restrain myself from burning all those trash to cinders.”

The old man spoke with chilling words that belied his benevolent appearance, brushing his hands clean.

“These insects, unworthy of anything but death, dare to come seeking us? Had it not been for his orders, I would have poisoned their well.”

The young man too spoke with vicious intent behind his gentle smile.

“Why refrain? We can do it when we leave after finishing the work. You know what my hobby is.”

“Of course I do. Inflicting a far more terrible affliction upon those you’ve saved—that’s your pleasure.”

“That’s precisely why I continue this work.”

The old man rolled up his sleeve with a sinister smile.

“Will the task proceed smoothly? If you suddenly say you’re going to Pedrick, it could become problematic.”

“That’s why we need to provide feed.”

“Feed, you say?”

The young man tilted his head in confusion.

“No one has ever made progress in treating Ensia Yonan’s condition. Of course not. It’s neither a disease nor a curse.”

“That’s right. Only we know of its existence.”

“What if, the last time we go to find that madman Pedrick, we ease that woman’s suffering? What would happen?”

“She’d go mad with desperation. She’d sacrifice everything just to save her!”

“Exactly. She’d abandon her plans to go to Pedrick and do anything we ask.”

The Old Man nodded. A sinister gleam flickered above his slightly raised lips.

“We simply drag out the treatment of that young woman while extracting the Yonan Family’s wealth and artifacts, and plant our people. It’s not difficult at all.”

“So that’s what you meant by feed!”

“Yes. We train her slowly, like feeding a dog. By consistently giving her hope.”

He spoke these sinister words with a gentle smile.

“We must never complete the treatment. In a year—by the time a year passes, half of the Yonan Family will be in our hands. After that, consuming the Yonan Family will be as easy as eating cold porridge.”

“Not only are you proficient in medicine and sorcery, but your scheming is exceptional too. I respect you, Master!”

“From now on, this will be your work, so learn well.”

“Yes!”

By the time the conversation ended, the two of them had arrived at the entrance of the Yonan Family.

“Hmm.”

The Old Man erased the barrier that had muffled sound and approached the gatekeeper with a benevolent smile.

“I am Temur, a healer who has come to check on Miss Ensia’s condition.”

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I stared at Ensia with a bewildered expression.

‘What is this?’

Suddenly saying I’m handsome?

I prided myself on being able to read most people’s psychology, but I couldn’t decipher this woman’s thoughts at all.

“Incredibly perfect.”

Ensia looked at Raon with half-open eyes, her mouth forming a perfect O.

“Huh?”

“W-what is…that?”

“I mean, Raon is certainly handsome, but…”

“What…what is this?”

Sheryl and the other swordmasters stared in bewilderment, their mouths agape.

“Ah, my apologies.”

Michelle exhaled sharply and lowered her head.

“It’s fine. I just need some explanation…”

I scratched my cheek. I was aware that my appearance wasn’t poor, but being stared at so openly and complimented on my looks was unprecedented—save for Sylvia and Helen. The attention left me flustered.

“Do you know what aesthetic sense is?”

Michelle turned away, leaving Ensia unable to tear her gaze from me.

“Aesthetic sense?”

“It means the discernment to find and discover beauty. The Yonan Family has been artists and craftsmen for countless generations, so we’re born with aesthetic sensibilities far superior to ordinary people.”

She gestured toward the jewels scattered throughout the chamber. Despite being merely cut and polished without any special enchantment, they radiated a brilliant, resplendent beauty.

“That girl in particular possesses an aesthetic sense that stands apart even within the Yonan Family. She instinctively knows how to cut gems while preserving their inherent beauty and power.”

“I see…”

“Thanks to her, every artifact Ensia creates has become incredibly popular. Though her aesthetic sense is so intense that she sometimes goes days without sleep or food, just staring at jewels.”

Michelle’s earlier comment about Ensia’s remarkable skill wasn’t merely a mother’s pride, it seemed.

“So right now…?”

“She’s viewing you as a jewel, Inspector. A perfect one that’s already been refined by a master craftsman’s hands.”

“It’s not just thinking—you ARE a jewel!”

Ensia cut in before Michelle could finish her sentence.

“It’s insane… Your hair color, the light in your eyes, the bridge of your nose. How is there not a single flaw?”

“Uh…”

With each word from her, my face grew warmer.

‘This is difficult.’

Fighting the 7th Apostle would be preferable. Hearing compliments about my appearance made me deeply uncomfortable.

-A keen aesthetic sense?

Wrath emerged above the bracelet and lifted his chin.

-Show me your body.

‘What are you going on about now?’

-I wish to show that human my unparalleled beauty. When faced with such absolute magnificence, he will surely faint. After that, he will devote his entire life to serving me….

‘Ah, yes.’

Once his boasting began, there was no end to it, so I ignored him.

-Hey! Listen! I’m talking to you!

I forcibly pushed away the creature flailing his arms and turned my attention to Ensia.

“You’re perfect. Absolutely flawless… Ugh!”

She, who had been gazing at me with enchanted eyes, let out a soft moan and furrowed her brow.

“Who are these people?”

Ensia lifted her head with slightly dimmed eyes. The question that should have been asked first was only now coming—it seemed her claim about staring at jewels all day wasn’t an exaggeration.

“They’ve come from Zigheart to escort you to Letran.”

Michelle spoke before I could open my mouth.

“Zigheart….”

Ensia’s blue eyes gleamed as she gazed only at me.

“I know the treatment is difficult for you, but let’s do just two more diagnoses. After that, I won’t say another word about it.”

Michelle clasped her hands together and met Ensia’s gaze.

“So that person will be escorting us?”

Ensia raised her hand with effort, pointing toward Raon Zigheart.

“Yes. He and the other Zigheart swordsmen will be accompanying us.”

Michelle nodded and gestured toward the swordsmen behind her.

“Ah! And these people too….”

Ensia’s eyes sparkled at the sight of Sheryl, Burren Zigheart, Lunan Slion, and Martha. True to her reputation for refined taste, she seemed to appreciate not merely handsome men, but people of exceptional beauty themselves.

Yet after surveying them all, her gaze fixed once more upon Raon Zigheart.

“What is your name, swordsman?”

“I am Raon Zigheart.”

“Raon. Even your name is exceptional….”

Ensia murmured the name “Raon” with an enchanted expression in her eyes.

“Will you also be traveling to Letran with us?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Mom, I’ll go. I want to get treatment!”

Unlike what Michelle had told me, Ensia didn’t refuse treatment and immediately cried out that she would go.

“Really, are you sure?”

“Yes. But he has to come with me.”

Ensia struggled to raise her hand and pointed at Raon.

‘Well, it’s better than her refusing.’

I let out a small sigh. It was embarrassing, but the fact that she liked me so much made me think approaching her would be easier.

“Sigh….”

“Is it really worth living if you’re ugly?”

“Right? Suddenly I want to die.”

“Is the river water warm these days?”

The swordsmen behind me wiped their faces and sighed.

“I’m sorry for just watching. When I see you, Raon, inspiration strikes….”

Ensia shook her swollen, reddened right hand.

“Inspiration?”

“For over a year after that happened, I couldn’t set foot in the Smithy or do any work. I’d given up on everything and was just waiting for death to come, but seeing your face, Raon, makes me want to create something even more perfect and beautiful.”

She spoke of the creations that now flooded her mind, saying she could barely contain herself.

“I see.”

As I’d anticipated, she wasn’t viewing me as a man—she was admiring my face as one would appreciate a work of art. That was somehow even more embarrassing.

“It resolved more easily than expected.”

Sheryl let out a hollow laugh, glancing between me and Ensia.

“Indeed. I had some expectations, but I didn’t think she’d be this delighted.”

Michelle smiled warmly, pleased that Ensia had regained her hope.

“Ensia, wouldn’t you like to receive one more consultation before meeting the Saint of Rags?”

“Temur?”

“Yes. He’s renowned for his medical skills as well. I’ve already informed him, so he’ll be here shortly.”

“I want to leave right away….”

Ensia continued to gaze at me, shaking her head.

“Mm.”

Raon’s brow furrowed slightly.

‘Temur’s timing is far too convenient.’

Temur was no mere subordinate of Derus Robert—he didn’t move without purpose. There had to be another reason for his appearance here.

“Ensia.”

I approached Ensia.

“Yes? Yes!”

“Would you mind if I took your pulse?”

“My p-pulse? Of course not!”

Ensia extended her arm without hesitation.

“You’ve learned medicine too?”

Sheryl approached, her eyes narrowing.

“A little.”

“From whom?”

“I learned the theory from Pedrick when I was young, and studied it under Rimer during my training days.”

“Pedrick, I suppose that makes sense, but Rimer? That lazy fool taught you medicine?”

“Yes. It just happened that way.”

“It seems he does care for you.”

When I mentioned learning from Rimer, Sheryl’s expression darkened and she stepped back.

‘The Rimer pass works every time.’

I’d mentioned it after watching Rimer quickly stabilize the wounded, and it worked perfectly. The Rimer pass was always the right answer.

“Forgive my intrusion.”

“By all means.”

I gently grasped Ensia’s wrist as she extended her entire arm. Her skin was so scorching it was hard to believe it belonged to a human.

“Ugh.”

Even though I held her as gently as one would handle cloth, Ensia let out a whimper and her shoulders trembled. It seemed she experienced excruciating pain from the mere touch of another’s hand.

“Wow….”

Even in her pain, Ensia’s cheeks flushed crimson as her gaze remained fixed on my face.

“Your face is insane.”

Hearing the admiration in her voice, she seemed determined not to turn her head away even if it killed her.

A low hum resonated.

I drew the aura of the Mana Palace as thin and delicate as possible, channeling it through Ensia’s mana circuits without burdening her.

“Ugh….”

Even operating the Mana Palace as slowly as I could manage, pain was evident as Ensia squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip.

‘I need to finish this as quickly as possible.’

I furrowed my brow and assessed Ensia’s condition.

‘It’s severe.’

Her mana circuits had narrowed to less than the width of a hair, and her dantian appeared as though it had already begun to melt. The fact that she had endured in such a catastrophic state was almost incomprehensible. I could now understand why she had considered abandoning her will to live.

‘The constricted mana circuits and the relentless stabbing pain—it’s indeed similar.’

After examining her entire body, I moved upward toward her upper torso. Her body temperature burned even hotter, and her mana circuits were so severely constricted that no gaps were visible.

“Nngh….”

Her trembling intensified. I needed to operate the aura with both speed and precision. Concentrating as I did during training, I moved the aura without touching her mana circuits at all, examining the area around her head.

‘Is that not it?’

Derus Robert had researched methods of embedding curses or parasitic worms near the human brain. I’d assumed he was involved in this as well, but I felt nothing.

‘Perhaps I was being too sensitive.’

That cursed project, Hell Worm, had already been abandoned.

Hell Worm was a research project into parasitic worms that would inflict continuous suffering on humans, but since they killed the host instantly rather than causing prolonged agony, the research had been discontinued.

‘Still, better to be cautious.’

After retrieving the Mana Orb, I infused it with Glacial’s frigid essence. The pure cold began to suppress Ensia’s overheated mana circuits.

“Ughhhh!”

Ensia cried out in pain even from the cold, her whimpers growing louder than before. Feeling her trembling transmitted through her wrist, I bit my lip and moved the cold upward toward her head.

The moment the frigid essence passed through the mana circuits of her neck and began advancing toward her brain, I detected an infinitesimal movement within her mind.

‘There it is!’

I clenched my fist. Within Ensia’s head, I felt a movement smaller than a grain of millet. The intense heat signature confirmed it—the worm they’d once named Hell Worm.

‘So the research succeeded.’

From the moment the worm revealed itself, the heat spreading through her body intensified. This creature was the source of everything that had reduced Ensia to this state.

‘These insane bastards!’

My teeth ground together. Derus Robert and Temur, having abandoned their humanity, had descended into the madness of implanting parasites directly into human minds. The absurdity nearly caused me to lose control of my aura flow.

‘Where….’

If I could eliminate it here, that would be the ideal outcome. I was about to venture deeper by calmly channeling Glacial, when—

“Kyaaahhh!”

Ensia couldn’t hold back and screamed. The moment I attempted to strike with frigid power, the Hell Worm stimulated her, inflicting far more excruciating agony than before.

‘Where did it….’

Simultaneously, its presence vanished. It seemed to have hidden away to escape the cold. The movement was instinctive rather than mechanical. Unlike the Rage Worm, this creature appeared to possess consciousness.

‘Dangerous.’

Forcing a search and elimination would be catastrophic for Ensia’s condition. She wouldn’t survive the strain.

‘The Saint could restore her body’s condition.’

Since the curse of extreme cold affected even my own body, employing Pedrick’s acupuncture and pharmaceutical expertise could restore Ensia’s physical state.

‘I have no choice but to go.’

I nodded and released Ensia’s wrist.

“I apologize for causing you pain.”

“No, no. I feel so much better now.”

Ensia’s hands trembled as she fidgeted, her lips quivering.

“The pain has decreased significantly!”

Just as she said, the heat radiating from her swollen arms and legs began to diminish subtly.

“Really?”

Michelle gasped and rushed over, grasping Ensia’s hand.

“Yes. I’m fine now.”

“Ensia….”

Tears glistened in her eyes as she held her daughter’s hand for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

‘It’s hidden itself.’

The Hell Worm had cowered in fear from Glaccia’s chill and gone into hiding, which explained why Ensia’s condition had improved.

“How did you do that?”

Sheryl approached from the side and asked.

“There’s something near her head that’s radiating heat.”

“Ah!”

“R-really?”

“Truly?”

Michelle and Ensia’s heads snapped around, and the other swordsmen widened their eyes in surprise.

“Yes. However, treatment is impossible in her current physical condition.”

“Why is that?”

“She’s been afflicted for far too long. Her body won’t endure the treatment process.”

“Th-then what should we do…?”

Michelle approached with trembling hands—a gesture of grasping at hope, the tangible hope we’d barely found.

“We must go to the Saint of Rags in Letran. If Pedrick elevates Ensia’s physical condition, I can treat her.”

Now that I understood the entity’s nature, I could absolutely cure her once her body recovered.

“Is it truly possible?”

“Yes.”

Sheryl asked again, and I nodded immediately.

“I-I’ll go!”

Ensia raised her hand.

“I want to live now!”

“Ah….”

Michelle bit her lip firmly as she watched Ensia’s eyes well with tears.

“Understood. Then let me prepare right away….”

She was about to order an attendant to ready a carriage.

Knock, knock.

Steward Arun entered with the knock.

“What is it?”

“The Themurs you were waiting for has arrived.”

“Oh!”

Michelle clapped her hands together.

“Raon, would Themurs not suffice? I’ve heard his medical skills are no less than Pedrick’s….”

“That won’t do. Only Pedrick can ensure a complete recovery.”

Temur had orchestrated this disaster himself, yet entrusting him with the treatment would be like leaving fish in a cat’s care. Much of this family’s assets would inevitably slip into Derus Robert’s hands.

“I, I see. Then there’s no choice but to send him back….”

“No.”

I shook my head.

“Let’s call him anyway. I’m curious what judgment he’ll make.”

Summoning him would strengthen my conviction in this matter and provide the perfect opportunity to eliminate Temur.

“Are you certain about this?”

“It’s fine. However….”

I raised a finger to my lips.

“Please keep it secret that I can treat Miss Ensia until he makes his diagnosis.”

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Temur entered Ensia’s chamber on the 9th Floor, guided by Arun, the Yonan Family’s steward. Inside, besides Michelle and Ensia, twelve sword masters stood armed.

‘Zigheart?’

Themurs’s eyes narrowed as he observed the flaming sword emblazoned on the inspectors’ uniforms.

‘So they were summoned to take me to that bastard Pedrick.’

He grasped the situation instantly and offered the inspectors a faint smile.

‘I’m afraid you’ll have nothing to do here.’

Once they witnessed Ensia’s condition improve before their very eyes, they would have no choice but to return empty-handed to the barren lands of the north.

“You’ve arrived!”

Michelle, who had been standing beside Ensia’s bed, approached with a smile.

“My apologies for the delay. I was attending to other patients.”

“Not at all. Thank you for coming at all.”

“Then shall I examine the patient?”

Themurs gestured toward Ensia, his demeanor reflecting nothing but genuine concern for the patient.

“Of course. Ensia, you’re all right with this, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Ensia pondered for a moment before nodding.

‘As expected.’

Themurs smacked his lips. Judging by the pain causing him to take her pulse and the reddened, swollen skin on the surface, the Hell Worm had embedded itself properly.

“Then, if you’ll permit me.”

He grasped Ensia’s wrist and spent a long moment examining her interior thoroughly.

‘Constricted mana circuits, a body trembling from pain, a shattered dantian, and….’

Themurs sensed the presence of the Hell Worm lodged in her head and nodded. Its movements were somewhat sluggish, but it was performing its role properly.

‘Sleep for a while.’

He lulled the Hell Worm to sleep briefly before releasing Ensia’s wrist.

“How do you feel?”

“Ah, the, the pain has lessened.”

Ensia clenched her fist and nodded vigorously.

“Truly?”

“Yes!”

Michelle rushed over in shock and grabbed Ensia.

“What… what happened to her?”

“Heat is accumulating in Ensia’s body.”

Themurs continued, his eyes darkening with bitterness.

“It’s located in a very dangerous area, which is why others failed to detect it.”

“Where exactly?”

“Near her upper body. It’s not good.”

He furrowed his brow and clicked his tongue.

“Then… can it be treated?”

“Fortunately, it seems possible. It’s related to something I’ve been researching.”

“Really? You’re certain?”

“Yes. However, since this is a symptom I’ve never encountered before, it will require considerable time and resources. The patient’s condition is also quite severe…”

Themurs narrowed his eyes as he spoke.

‘What is this?’

Everyone in the Yonan Family knew that Ensia was Michelle’s most precious child. Yet when told that this treasure could be treated, the response was far too composed.

‘That’s strange.’

By now, I should have heard him offer everything—money, people, artifacts, all of it.

“W-well, it will certainly take considerable time, but treatment is definitely possible.”

“How long might that be?”

“I’m afraid I cannot give you a specific timeframe at this moment. As I mentioned, this is a symptom I’ve never encountered before….”

I couldn’t provide an exact timeline because I needed to methodically seize control of the family.

“Mother. I’d rather just have Raon treat me.”

“T-treat you?”

Themurs’ eyes widened at the word “treat.”

“The inspector from Zigheart said he could treat this condition too.”

Michelle pointed to the tall, fair-haired man standing behind her.

“Th-that’s absurd!”

A Lazy Worm might be different, but only a handful of people in himself and Robert could remove a Hell Worm. There was no way a young upstart like that could cure it.

“That’s nonsense! He’s not even a healer—how could an inspector possibly—!”

“Raon has eased my pain just like a healer would.”

Ensia gazed at Raon with enchanted eyes.

“Since you said it would take a long time, I’d like to receive treatment from Raon!”

She raised her hand without even glancing at Themurs, as if her decision was already made.

‘Raon? Now that I think about it….’

I recalled when Derus Robert had ordered me to investigate Raon Zigheart. It seemed unlikely that two people in the same family would share the same name, so this must be that Raon.

“Now, do you even know what this condition is?”

“I don’t.”

“Then how do you intend to treat it!”

“Didn’t you yourself say you don’t know, Healer?”

“Ah, well, I….”

Themurs, caught in the trap of his own making, trembled his lips.

“Besides, I don’t intend to treat her alone. I plan to take Ensia to Letran and treat her together with Pedrick.

“That could be dangerous. She’s already in pain while resting—if she moves, she’ll experience unbearable agony.”

“There’s no need to worry. I’ve found a way to reduce the pain.”

This young upstart named Raon answered with infuriatingly calm composure.

“Still, you’re a swordsman, not a healer, are you?”

“I’m also a healer. I learned medicine from Pedrick when I was young, and later from my master.”

“A, a Saint taught you medicine? Then who is your master?”

“Rimer.”

“The Radiant Sword of Zigheart!”

Temur’s brow furrowed. He knew that elf was skilled at grappling, but he hadn’t realized he’d also mastered medicine.

“Even if both of them are exceptional, you couldn’t have inherited all of their abilities, could you? If you treat patients with half-baked medical knowledge, you’ll cause serious harm.”

“You said earlier that heat was gathering around the upper body, didn’t you?”

“Y, yes, that’s right.”

“I’ve identified the exact location of that area.”

“What….”

“The head.”

I smiled faintly and pointed to my head.

“Ugh….”

Temur’s expression, which he’d been struggling to maintain with benevolence, crumbled as he bit his lip.

“L, Lord.”

Realizing that Raon wouldn’t listen to reason, he called for Michelle.

“Please believe me. I’ve devoted my entire life to medicine. If I move Ensia around, something terrible will happen before we even reach the Saint of Rags!”

“Well, that’s….”

“It’s my responsibility and my life. I’ll decide.”

As Michelle bit her lip in contemplation, Ensia raised her hand.

“I’m going to follow Raon.”

“W-what!”

He cried out in excitement at the unexpected answer.

“He’s a swordsman, and I’ve spent my entire life as a healer! I’m one of the top ten physicians on the Continent! Why would you choose that swordsman when your life is in danger!”

“The reason is simple.”

Ensia smiled as if her answer was already decided.

“Because he’s handsome.”

“Y-you’re insane! If the treatment goes wrong or is delayed, you could die! What kind of ridiculous nonsense is that!”

“I’m fine with dying as long as I’m with that face.”

“Ugh!”

Veins bulged across Themurs’s forehead.

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