The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 206

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Chapter 206

“He’s lost his mind. Absolutely lost it!”

Themurs twisted his mouth in displeasure.

“No one would say such things unless they were mad with pain!”

He shook his head violently. It seemed he couldn’t accept that a lifetime of medical expertise was being overshadowed by appearances.

“Master. Do you truly intend to allow this? The path ahead is clearly one of death! You must stop him!”

Themurs shouted with unmistakable fury rather than concern for his patient.

‘Ha.’

I couldn’t help but smirk at Themurs’s reaction.

‘He’s absolutely furious about the face comparison.’

I had never seen Themurs, whose composure was one of his greatest strengths, become so agitated—not even in my previous life. His pride had clearly been wounded by the comparison of appearances.

‘This situation has become quite interesting.’

Revealing his true identity was impossible given how much he had accumulated, but if I played this situation well, I could gain much from it.

“Master!”

Themurs called out to Michelle again, his tone pressing.

“That is….”

Michelle bit her lip, caught in deliberation. Her expression showed uncertainty about whom to trust between Raon and Themurs.

“Surely you won’t decide based solely on appearance like your daughter? It was you who called me here, Master!”
“It’s not just about appearance. I’m also confident in my swordsmanship and medical skills.”

I smiled brightly as I watched Themurs’s frown deepen.

“I never told you that!”

The moment the word “face” left my lips, Themurs’s eyes grew fiercer.

“Lord of the House. I have treated countless people regardless of nation or family. I take pride in never telling a single lie regarding patients and treatment!”

Nonsense. Pure nonsense.

This man used his medical skills and that noble image to kill countless people and enslave them. The way he lied without batting an eye proved he was truly Derus Robert’s loyal subordinate.

“If you move your daughter now, a dangerous moment will surely come. Moreover, Letran, where the Saint resides, is currently at war. Even if she arrives, there’s no guarantee she’ll receive proper treatment!”

Themurs’s eyes glistened as if he truly cared for Ensia.

“I am still an inexperienced healer, but I have far more experience and effort than this man. If you trust only in the luck of discovering the cause, you will surely come to regret it.”

His words were polite, but they were essentially a threat—if you don’t listen to me, Ensia will die.

“Your name is Raon, correct?”

I didn’t answer, only nodding. Another tendon bulged at Themurs’s temple.

“You said there was a source of heat near the patient’s head earlier, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Why didn’t other healers discover it? Because they’re weaker than you? No. It’s because the area near the head is a dangerous region where even the slightest mistake can kill the patient, so they examined it carefully.”

Themurs lowered his eyebrows and continued.

“You were fortunate this time, but if you recklessly disturb the mana circuits like that, you would have killed the patient or turned them into a cripple. If you want to claim you’ve learned medicine, stop worrying about that handsome face of yours and understand just how dangerous the head is as a region….”
“108.”
“What?”
“There are 108 areas in the head where aura contact becomes dangerous.”

I spoke plainly with my arms crossed.

“Ah, no. How did you….”

Themurs’s mouth fell open in disbelief.

“Huh?”
“Y-you know that?”
“So you really were the Heavenly Sword Master’s disciple?”
“Wow….”

The other swordsmen widened their eyes, watching Raon confound Themurs.

“It’s strange not to know that.”

I chuckled, savoring Themurs’s shocked reaction.

‘You taught me that, after all.’

What profession requires knowledge of the human body as thorough as a physician’s?

An assassin.
To be a true assassin, one must know precisely where to touch to kill, where to touch to cripple—more accurately than anyone else.

‘Especially since Derus Robert was a perfectionist.’

Derus Robert frequently disguised assassinations as natural deaths or made them appear as though rival factions were responsible.
Because I had to frequently exploit the deaths of enemies and allies alike, I received periodic instruction from Themurs on human vulnerabilities and vital points.

When I examined Ensia’s head this time, the knowledge I’d learned from Themurs proved invaluable.

“Oh, one more thing.”

I raised a finger and pointed to my own face.

“I don’t really maintain my appearance. This is just natural.”
“You… why have you been speaking casually this whole time?”

Themurs glared at me with sharp eyes.

“Because you kept speaking casually to me.”
“What? I….”
“I treated you with proper respect. I maintained formal speech and answered your questions honestly and courteously.”

I let out a cold laugh and tilted my chin to the side.

“But you didn’t even bother to learn what position I hold in Zigheart or what I represent before dismissing me entirely. Why should I continue extending courtesy to someone who’s made disrespect their daily bread?”
“Tch!”

Themurs’s cheeks trembled visibly. His face flushed as deeply as Ensia’s, if not more so.

“Wow, even his mockery is handsome.”

Ensia clasped her hands tightly, her eyes fixed on me as she gasped in admiration. Her interjections seemed only to fuel Themurs’s irritation further.

“How dare you show such an attitude when you know who Themurs is!”

A young man standing beside Themurs stepped forward, his brow furrowed in displeasure.

“This man is a sage who has traveled the Continent performing countless acts of kindness without accepting any reward! Your standing as a physician is incomparable to his!”
“Does being of higher standing excuse a lack of courtesy?”
“That is… that is….”
“That standing. That standing, you say….”

I laughed coldly.

“Who did I say I learned from earlier?”
“You said… the Saint of Rags and Zigheart’s Radiant Sword….”
“If I learned from those two, wouldn’t there be no such difference in standing?”
“That is….”

The young man who appeared to be Themurs’s disciple trembled without offering a response.

“Step back.”

Themurs furrowed his brow and stepped forward.

“You’re right—it was indeed my mistake. In my confusion, I forgot that I owed you courtesy as well. I apologize.”

He spoke in a solemn tone, lowering his head.

“Then I apologize as well.”

Raon smiled with his head bowed.

‘It worked perfectly.’

Themurs hadn’t calmed down. His murderous intent had surged to an extreme, leaving him in a state of cold clarity instead. It was certain he would come to kill me directly, whether now or somewhere else.

“Master of the house. Please make a firm decision.”

Themurs turned his head toward where Michelle was.

“My opinion remains unchanged. Taking your daughter to Letran is no different from a suicidal act. If you entrust her to me, I will do my utmost to treat her within a year.”

This time, he even mentioned a specific timeframe of one year, unlike before.

“Let me speak one final time. If we go to Letran and meet the Saint, we can ensure complete treatment. The Heavenly Sword Master will stand at the forefront, so no matter who the enemy is, they won’t be able to lay a finger on Ensia.”

I spoke with absolute conviction about being able to treat her, without the slightest hesitation. The Heavenly Sword Master nodded as if to say trust me.

“The Heavenly Sword Master….”

Themurs bit his lip with an indescribable expression, as if seeing the Heavenly Sword Master for the first time.

“Sigh….”

Michelle let out a deep sigh between the two of them, seemingly troubled. She had heard he was originally a ledger keeper, but since it concerned her youngest daughter, she had no choice but to agonize over the decision.

“Mother.”

Ensia raised her hand.

“My mind hasn’t changed. I want to go with Raon.”
“You really….”
“Themurs wouldn’t be bad either, but I think Raon will cure me faster.”
“How would you possibly know that!”
“Because he’s handsome!”

She brought out her universal face theory once again.

“Someone as handsome as you wouldn’t lie!”
“Ensia….”
“That face is medicine itself, a cure you say? Just looking at it doesn’t hurt at all.”
“Ugh!”

Michelle pressed her temples and furrowed her brow. She had been gripping her head, but now slowly lifted her gaze. The hesitation that had clouded her eyes vanished.

“Themurs, I apologize.”

She bowed her head to Themurs.

“As they say, no parent can overcome their child. I find myself wanting to listen to what this boy has to say.”
“….”

Themurs silently regarded Michelle, Ensia, Raon, and Sheryl before nodding.

“I understand. The patient’s and guardian’s wishes are what matter most.”

He smiled gently and rolled down the sleeves he had been holding up.

‘That bastard….’

I narrowed my eyes.

‘He’s made his decision.’

From that expression and tone, Themurs had resolved to kill me for certain. And Ensia would undoubtedly exploit her condition to the fullest before doing the same.

“At least let me pay the treatment fee we agreed upon….”
“No. I wasn’t able to treat her anyway, and I never intended to accept payment in the first place.”

He waved his hand with a smile.

“I also owe you an apology. I was far too agitated.”
“Not at all. I understand.”

To maintain such composure and restraint in a situation like this—he was no ordinary man.

“I’ll take my leave now. From afar, I wish for your complete recovery.”

Themurs left Ensia’s chamber without a shred of hesitation, his disciple in tow.

“Chief Steward. Please see Themurs off.”
“Ah, of course.”

The Chief Steward, who had been too slow to follow their departure, hurried after Themurs in haste.

“Sigh… I made the right choice, didn’t I?”

Michelle exhaled deeply.

“I will ensure you never regret this decision.”

It was far more than just the right choice—it was like grasping a hand of salvation. Had she chosen Themurs, the family would have been devoured by Robert as it was.

“Even the way you make that vow is devastatingly handsome.”

Ensia’s eyes gleamed with admiration as she let out an exclamation.

“So when do we depart…?”
“Ugh!”

Just as Michelle was about to speak of their departure, Ensia let out a groan and collapsed onto the bed.

“Ensia!”

Raon rushed to her side and injected Glaceia’s chill into her mana circuits.

‘Just a warning.’

If I attacked directly, there was a high chance the Hell Worm would inflict agony upon Ensia. Rather than moving with the speed I’d used before, I wielded the chill as a threat, a warning presence.

Whoooosh!

As I pushed back the heat with Glaceia’s chill and slowly ascended along Ensia’s mana circuits, the Hell Worm’s presence vanished, and the heat spreading through her body began to subside.

“Whoa…”

Ensia clenched her fist experimentally and opened her mouth in wonder.

“It doesn’t hurt at all, and it feels much better than before!”

She gazed at her arm, where the swelling had subsided slightly, and laughed in pleasant surprise.

‘This approach should work.’

When Ensia’s pain intensified, I could frighten the Hell Worm into hiding, which would allow her to endure the journey to Letran without issue.

“That’s a relief.”

Michelle grasped Ensia’s hand and nodded.

“When will you depart then? Right away…?”
“No. I’m planning to leave tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes. I need time to prepare various things. That should be acceptable, Master, correct?”
“Of course.”

Sheryl nodded without objection.

“How many people from our side will be able to accompany you?”
“Since we must move as quickly as possible, I intend to take only Ensia.”
“What? But that child can’t do anything on her own!”

Michelle waved her hand dismissively.

“We have a female swordmaster on our side, so there’s no need to worry.”
“Still, at least one person should…”
“They would only be a hindrance.”

I said that and sent an aura message to Michelle with additional instructions.

[Madam. Please have all the servants currently in this room leave. Make it as natural as possible.]

Michelle flinched briefly, but understood the message and nodded so subtly it was barely perceptible.

“Well then, we’d better prepare quickly. You all—check the carriage and gather provisions and essentials for Ensia and the swordmasters.”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”

The maidservants in the room nodded and left.

A low hum resonated through the air.

The moment the door closed, I unfurled a barrier to prevent any sound from escaping the chamber.

“What exactly is going on?”
“We need to catch the culprit.”
“A, a culprit?”
“The energy in Ensia’s head is not a natural symptom or illness—it’s an artificial phenomenon.”
“That means….”
“Someone deliberately targeted Ensia.”
“Ah….”

At those words, Ensia and Michelle’s jaws trembled.

“Did you perhaps go outside and suffer an injury before your fingers began to hurt?”
“No, no. I haven’t. I’ve been working continuously in the Smithy….”
“Then it must be someone from inside.”

I spoke with unwavering certainty.

“Are you certain?”

Sheryl approached with a furrowed brow.

“We need to approach this carefully.”
“I’m certain. I don’t know who did it, but this is absolutely not a natural occurrence.”

If Themurs hadn’t shown up, I might have doubted myself, but his reaction confirmed it. There’s definitely a spy from the Robert Family within these walls.

“Hmm, that can’t be….”
“Everyone I met in the Smithy is family I can trust!”

Michelle and Ensia shook their heads, unwilling to believe it.

“If you don’t wish to find the culprit, I’ll withdraw. It’s not part of our mission, and it’s not our family matter either. However, if you want to find the culprit, now is your only chance.”

I spoke of this as the final opportunity, my eyes closing slightly—as if indifferent to their refusal.

“Can you really find them?” Michelle asked, her voice trembling.

Michelle swallowed hard.

“I’ve set a trap. They’ll have no choice but to spring it.”
“A trap?”

Sheryl stepped closer, curiosity evident in her expression.

“Whoever did this to Ensia must have had a purpose. There’s something they gain only if she remains afflicted.”

I knew about the Robert Family’s plan to consume this house, but unfortunately, I couldn’t reveal that.

“I’ve demonstrated that I can alleviate Ensia’s symptoms, and I’ve announced that tomorrow I’ll depart with only her—no one else from the Yonan Family. The culprit must be in a panic now. If she’s cured, their entire scheme crumbles to nothing.”
“So… before Ensia leaves…?”
“Yes. They’ll try to worsen her condition to prevent her from leaving.”

I nodded. Since I’d said I was leaving tomorrow and taking no one else from the Yonan Family, tonight was the only opportunity to sabotage Ensia’s condition.

“In other words, there’s a very high chance they’ll come for Ensia tonight.”
“Ah, so that’s why you asked to be let out naturally…?”

Michelle’s jaw dropped as she grasped the meaning behind my aura message.

“When did you come up with this?”
“From the beginning.”
“…You’re insane.”

Sheryl narrowed her eyes, studying my face intently.

‘What kind of monster is this?’

Medical knowledge rivaling Themurs, the ability to predict a culprit’s existence and immediately construct a trap—it was something even she couldn’t accomplish.

‘How did he even grow up like this?’

Combat prowess, mental fortitude, knowledge, composure, and even his appearance—a seventeen-year-old swordsman with not a single flaw left her laughing bitterly.

“Hah….”
“You planned this from the very beginning?”
“Our Unit Commander. He’s… truly terrifying….”
“Right?”

The Gwangpung Unit and Heavenly Sword Squad regarded Raon with expressions of utter disbelief.

“S-so what do we do now? We can’t just leave Ensia as she is, can we?”

Michelle bit her nails anxiously.

“Of course we can’t leave her.”

Raon nodded.

“That’s why we need something.”
“Something we need?”
“Yes. From what I’ve heard, there’s ‘that artifact’ in Yonan….”

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Boom! Crash! Crash!

Successive explosions erupted around the forest on the outskirts of Dembel City.

“Damn! Damn! Daaaamn!”

Themurs unleashed aura after aura without caring whether the forest was crushed, pulverizing everything in sight.

Sizzle!

The trees and thickets didn’t merely shatter—they melted into black ash.

“Raon Zigheart!”

The fury that had been thoroughly beaten out of him by Raon at the Yonan Family erupted, dyeing his eyes a vivid crimson.

“I’ll kill him. I’ll melt the skin from his face while he’s still alive. He won’t die easy!”

Themurs unleashed an ear-splitting shriek as he summoned his aura with enough force to pulverize the forest entirely.

“Ugh….”

Yupen, Themurs’s disciple, retreated several steps behind him, his lips trembling as fear gripped him.

“I need to get further away… huh?”

As Yupen began backing away, a raven with white eyes emerged from his shadow.

Caw!

The raven perched on his shoulder opened its sharp beak and spat out a single black piece of paper.

“This is!”

Yupen’s eyes widened as he read the contents of the paper.

“M-Master! This is a disaster!”

Yupen rushed toward Themurs, who was still demolishing the forest, clutching the paper.

“They’re departing tomorrow and won’t be taking a single maid or servant with them.”
“What?”

At those words, focus returned to Themurs’s eyes.

“Why!”
“To move as quickly as possible, they say. They mentioned there are female swordmasters in Zigheart as well….”
“Those damned bastards won’t stop!”

Themurs ground his teeth. He had left appearing indifferent because there was a duke in the Yonan Family, but now this would create a problem.

“W-what should we do?”
“Sigh… Tell Hell Worm to increase his activity to eighty percent tonight.”
“Eighty percent? Won’t that be dangerous?”
“The pain will be worse than death, but he can endure it. We need to delay the schedule. It has to be done.”
“Delay the schedule?”

Yupen tilted his head in confusion. If they prevented the departure entirely, that would be one thing. But delaying the schedule made no sense to him.

“If he can’t depart at all, the opportunity to kill that damned bastard disappears.”
“Pardon? But the Heavenly Sword Master is there….”
“I’ll summon Shadow.”
“No matter how strong Shadow is, they cannot stop the Heavenly Sword Master.”
“I have no intention of killing her. The one I’m targeting is Raon Zigheart alone. I’ll use Shadow to hold back the Heavenly Sword Master, then spread ‘Ash Poison’ to that bastard. If he dies, he’ll have no choice but to come back eventually.”

He clenched his fist as if he would never give up.

“Raon. That arrogant bastard—I’ll kill him myself. I want to see his skin melt away completely.”
“Yes, understood. I’ll prepare it that way.”
“One more thing!”

Yupen nodded and was about to write down what to relay to the raven when Themurs raised his hand.

“Send assassins to that madman in Letran as well.”

Themurs ground his teeth.

“For what comes next, we need the power of the Yonan Family. Whether it’s Zigheart or the Saint, I cannot hand them over.”

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A dark night, the moon hidden behind heavy clouds.
The pink door at the innermost part of the Yonan Family 9th Floor opened quietly, and a black silhouette slipped inside.

The shadow that entered the room moved with familiar steps toward the bed in the center. Ensia lay sleeping, her body drenched in cold sweat as if wracked by pain.

“Miss.”
“Mmm….”

Even as I called her name, Ensia did not wake, only releasing shallow whimpers. Her skin burned a deeper crimson than usual, the fever ravaging her body with intensity.

A soft whisper of fabric.

Inying withdrew a small scrap of cloth from between her teeth. She extracted the crimson needle wrapped within it and drove it toward the space between Ensia’s brows.

“Huh?”

Yet the needle could not pierce her skin. The tip bent as though she had thrust it against stone itself.

“What—what is this…gasp!”

As I attempted to withdraw the needle, Ensia’s eyes snapped open.

“So it was you.”

Not the serene azure eyes of the sea, but a pair of crimson irises that gleamed with the weight of death itself—chilling and terrible.

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