The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 208

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Chapter 208

I narrowed my eyes as I regarded Siria Slion.

‘That psychosis of his remains unchanged.’

His lips curved upward in the same smile as always, but his eyes remained utterly motionless. Others might call it a radiant smile, but to me, who knew his true nature, it appeared nothing short of grotesque.

-The timing was unfortunate.
‘Indeed.’

Because I hadn’t released my aura suppression, I only noticed Siria approaching after the door opened. Of course, that was partly because he had completely concealed his presence.

“Ugh…”

A groan escaped from Lunan behind me. He had overcome his fear of blood, but confronting Siria—the one who had planted that trauma—still seemed beyond his capacity.

“How did you come to be here?”

I stepped forward to shield Lunan from Siria’s gaze.

“I was passing through Dembel City on a mission when I heard that Zigheart swordsmen had entered the Yonan Family. Someone mentioned there was a silver-haired beauty among the inspectors, so I thought I’d stop by to check.”

Siria smiled faintly, his eyes flickering past my shoulder to glance at Lunan.

“Thought you’d check?”

I tilted my jaw and let out a low chuckle.

“You seemed quite certain about it.”

Siria held a box of pearl ice cream in his left hand. If it had truly been a mere thought, he wouldn’t have brought that.

“Whether before or now, you never believe what people say, do you?”
“I believe what ‘people’ say.”

But you’re not a person—you’re a Monster.

Siria Slion was renowned for traveling across the entire Continent, undertaking missions and honing his swordsmanship, so his arrival here could genuinely be coincidence.

However, observing his current expression and demeanor, it was evident he had been gathering information about Lunan Slion’s movements.

“Lunan. It’s been so long since I’ve seen my brother. Aren’t you going to greet me?”

Siria Slion lifted the ice cream box he’d been holding.

“I even brought your favorite pearl ice cream.”
“Ugh….”

Lunan Slion didn’t raise his head, even at the mention of ice cream.

At least his current state was an improvement. Before, he couldn’t even show his fear, no matter how terrified he was.

“Hmm, are you hurt somewhere? Let me take a look.”
“Please stop. This is Yonan Family territory.”

As Siria Slion attempted to enter, the Yonan Family warriors blocked his path.

“Please identify yourself and state your purpose of visit….”
“Ah, my name is Siria Slion. I’m that child’s older brother. My younger brother seems to be in an odd state, so would it be alright if I went inside for a moment?”

Siria Slion pointed to Lunan Slion, who stood behind Raon.

“S-Siria Slion?”
“The Spear-Sword of the Twelve Continents!”

The Yonan Family warriors guarding the gate recognized Siria Slion’s identity and hastily opened the way. With his already renowned reputation and favorable impression, and now claiming to have a younger brother inside, it was essentially a free pass.

“Your brother will just take a quick look at your condition….”
“Step back.”

I extended my right hand, blocking Siria Slion’s approach.

“What are you trying to do?”

Siria Slion lowered his eyebrows while maintaining his smile. The gentle aura emanating from him honed itself into something sharp and cutting—a piercing energy like a needle pricking skin.

“There are limits to what jokes one should make, Raon Zigheart.”

He curled his lips upward and stepped closer.

“What gives you the right to block my path?”
“Because Lunan doesn’t wish it.”
“Lunan hasn’t said a word yet.”
“One doesn’t need words to understand such things.”
“You’re sorely mistaken. I am Lunan’s blood brother, and you are a stranger. You have no right to stand in my way.”

Siria Slion gestured for me to step back. A tremendous wave of aura surged forth, beginning to push my body away.

‘Formidable indeed.’

The title of strongest among young warriors—the Twelve Continents—was not worn without reason. The aura emanating from him was of a different caliber than the 7th Apostle or Garon. Yet I could not retreat here.

“Right?”

I straightened my posture, overcoming Siria Slion’s momentum. My tall frame now matched his, and I met his gaze directly.

“I have every right.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I am Lunan’s direct superior, and we are currently on a mission. No matter how close your blood ties, you cannot see Lunan without my permission.”
“Hmm….”

Upon hearing the titles of Vice-Commander and Squad Leader of the Gwangpung Unit, Siria Slion’s smile vanished. It was the expression of someone who had not anticipated this.

“It seems you have nothing more to say. Please leave.”

I waved my hand exactly as he had done. The aura that spread outward pushed his entire body back. His clothes and hair fluttered wildly.

“They say to be more careful with Raon Zigheart’s tongue than his sword, and it seems that’s truly the case.”

Siria Slion twisted his lips into a forced smile.

“To grow to this extent in just a few years… it’s truly remarkable.”

His pupils darkened as if shadows were being drawn into them. From the elongated depths of his gaze, an aura so chilling it made my hair stand on end flowed forth.

“But he’s become even more arrogant than before. Much worse than last time.”

Despite the words about arrogance, Sylvia’s voice carried neither anger nor irritation—only a hollow, emotionless tone that made my heart feel as though it were being crushed.

“Hmm….”

I furrowed my brow, observing Sylvia and the Yonan Family warriors tilting their heads in confusion behind her.

‘This one has grown stronger too.’

Only I had been exposed to this unnervingly eerie aura. Lunan Slion had also returned far stronger than before, living up to the reputation of Spear and Sword.

“You’re right. If it’s a mission, there’s no helping it. But….”

Sylvia pointed to Lunan, who was dressed in casual clothes.

“Right now, it doesn’t look like you’re on a mission at all?”
“Not wearing a uniform doesn’t change whether I’m on a mission or not.”
“What mission is it?”
“There’s no reason to tell you.”

The momentum Sylvia radiated grew increasingly immense, but I refused to yield. I resonated the Ring of Fire and pressed both feet firmly against the earth.

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen Lunan. I need to see his face to make sure my younger brother is healthy and uninjured.”
“As I said, that’s not possible.”
“An older brother wants to see his younger brother out of concern, yet you’re blocking it to this extent? Something must be wrong.”
“Concern….”

I laughed coldly. Sylvia’s pupils elongated. What dwelled within them was not concern but desire—a covetous gaze as though gazing upon something that belonged solely to him. A chill ran down my spine.

“No matter how much you’re my superior, as Lunan’s older brother, I must verify that child’s safety.”

Sylvia realized words would not prevail and seemed to decide to force the matter, drawing up his aura.

“So you reveal your true nature.”

I placed my hand on the hilt of the Heavenly Sword. I circled the Ring of Fire, ready to draw at any moment, and activated the Mana Palace.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Slion showed no sign of backing down either, his hand caressing the hilt of the greatsword strapped to his back as he lifted his chin. His eyes—devoid of light—bore the visage of an emotion-worn monster I had witnessed before.

You cannot win in your current state.

Wrath emerged above the bracelet, his brow furrowing.

Surrender your body to me. I shall freeze that perverted wretch whole for daring to lay hands upon my servant.

He seemed distressed watching Lunan tremble—the one he cherished—and waved his sleeve urgently, demanding I yield my body at once.

Focus. Be quiet.

I ignored Wrath and steadied my breathing.

Losing is obvious to anyone.

Slion had already been a stable Master when we last met. Years have passed since then—he must have ascended at least one tier higher. Victory was nearly impossible.

Then retreat!
There are times when you cannot withdraw even knowing you will lose.

With Lunan behind me, I could not step aside. I had to show him—still trembling from trauma—that he could overcome his fear.

“You won’t back down even now? It seems you’ve done something terrible to my brother after all.”

Even in this chaos, Sylvia remained mindful of the surrounding gazes. He was truly, thoroughly mad.

“The way you approach despite your brother saying he dislikes it suggests you’ve committed something heinous yourself. Did you threaten him with something? Perhaps… blood?”
“Raon Zigheart….”

As I turned the attack back on him, Sylvia’s expression froze even colder. His grip tightened on his sword with eyes that held only one emotion: murderous intent.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

Just as Raon and Sylvia were about to draw their blades, an overwhelmingly violent aura erupted from the side, surging forth like an explosion.

“That’s enough.”

Sheryl approached with eyes as cool and sharp as the north wind itself.

“What kind of place do you think this is, flaunting your strength like that?”

She narrowed her eyes in disdain, glaring at Raon and Sylvia.

“Heavenly Sword Master. It’s been a long time.”

Sylvia instantly suppressed his aura and smiled.

“You were so quiet I didn’t realize you were here.”
“I doubt that.”

Sheryl let out a scoff while looking at Sylvia.

“What’s going on? What have you two done to try and pick a fight in someone else’s home?”
“Nothing serious. I simply wanted to see my younger brother, but the Deputy Commander of the Gwangpung Unit wouldn’t step aside.”
“I merely refused visitation since I’m in the middle of a mission.”

I explained to Sheryl everything that had happened here.

“Hmm, both of you make sense.”

Sheryl looked back and forth between me and Sylvia, then nodded. In this situation, she should naturally have sent Sylvia away, but she lacked the awareness to do so.

“If neither of you intends to back down, then you should have a duel.”

She nodded and raised one finger.

“A duel?”

Both I and Sylvia widened our eyes in surprise.

“Since it’s someone else’s home, let’s make it a brief duel decided in just one strike.”
“One strike, you say…?”
“A single sword strike to determine victory and defeat.”

Sheryl smiled faintly and tapped her scabbard.

“If you win, I’ll give you time to speak with Lunan. If Raon wins, you withdraw. How does that sound?”
“That sounds excellent.”
“However, given the difference in our realms, you’re forbidden from using aura.”
“I accept those terms.”

Sylvia nodded, clearly pleased with the arrangement.

“Heavenly Sword Master, before I—”
[Do it.]

Just as I was about to object to wagering with a frightened Lunan, Sheryl’s aura message reached me.

[Sylvia is among the most talented swordsmen on the entire Continent. Even a single duel will greatly aid your training. Put to use what you’ve learned from my lectures and the swordsmanship you’ve practiced through the night.]

My lips parted slightly at her words.

‘She was thinking of me even now?’

As I stood there in bewilderment, her message continued.

[Don’t worry about Lunan. Even if you lose, there’s nothing to hand over.]

Sheryl glanced at Lunan and her eyes gleamed with cunning. It wasn’t that she lacked perception—she understood perfectly and had orchestrated this situation anyway.

“I’ll do it.”

I nodded and turned around.

“Lunan.”
“Y-yes…?”

Lunan lifted his head for the first time.

“Watch carefully.”

With that, I stepped forward.

—Putting on airs like that…
‘Shut up.’

Having said this much, I cannot afford to lose. I must show Lunan that Sylvia is not an unbreakable wall.

“A single sword duel, then. How delightful.”

Sylvia smiled and drew the greatsword from her back. Over the darkened blade, an overwhelming aura erupted that stole one’s breath.

“Hah…”

I steadied my breathing and raised the Heavenly Sword. Over the white blade—the opposite of the greatsword—a resolute energy surged forth.

“Prepare yourselves.”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”

At Sheryl’s words, I lowered my center of gravity and drew my sword back. The moment I assumed the Flame Dragon Stance, a subtle shift flickered across Sylvia’s eyes.

‘So she knows.’

Given Sylvia’s nature, she would have investigated Lunan and learned about me as well. It was only natural that she understood the Flame Dragon Stance that had felled Garon.

*Whoosh.*

Sylvia rotated her ankle subtly and angled the greatsword further to the side.

‘Swift blade.’

She clearly intended to strike down the Flame Dragon Stance before it could gather its full power, infusing the greatsword’s might with speed.

“Begin.”

The moment Sheryl’s word left her lips, Sylvia’s greatsword came slashing down. The darkened blade carved through space itself, unleashing a tremendous aura.

‘Just as expected.’

Sylvia was indeed attempting to sever the Flame Dragon Stance before it could unleash its full power, relying on strength and speed.

Yet even in that simple swing, sword technique flowed abundantly. The slash carried such force that dizziness threatened to overwhelm me. Had I attempted a clumsy parry, the Heavenly Sword would shatter and I would suffer a mortal wound.

‘There’s no need to use a technique I’ve already revealed.’

I poured all my energy into the expanding Heavenly Sword. Intense flames wrapped around the blade, but their form was not that of a fierce dragon—it was the weight of a mountain.

‘Heavy Sword.’

The Heavy Sword that devoured space, which I had learned from Garon’s blade and understood through Sheryl’s lectures, unfolded before me.

Crack, crack, crack!

The incantations I had woven together were embedded in the Heavenly Sword, and thick lines bloomed forth.
Upon the blade, a faintly flickering red light became a heavy wave that swept through the air.

Whoooosh!

My heavy blade, advancing while commanding space, collided directly with Sylvia’s greatsword.

Crash!

A deafening roar erupted as if the earth itself were splitting, and a terrifying shockwave swept across the surroundings.

Screeeech!

Sylvia’s greatsword did not yield to the shockwave and unleashed tremendous power, yet it was blocked by the Heavenly Sword advancing with burning aura, letting out a piercing cry.

“This… what is this…?”

Shock flickered in Sylvia’s dark eyes. It was the reaction of someone who had never imagined their own blade could be stopped midway.

“Hah…”

I narrowed my eyes while maintaining the weight embedded in the Heavenly Sword’s blade.

‘That was the right answer.’

Unveiling a new Heavy Sword against Sylvia, who knew the truth of the Flame Dragon Incantation, was a masterstroke. Not losing the wager was a significant achievement, but this single collision had elevated my understanding of the Heavy Sword to an incomparable level.

‘Hmm…’

Sheryl watched the greatsword and Heavenly Sword clashing in the middle and let out a silent groan.

‘A draw?’

I had planned to have Sylvia back down by mentioning my age and experience once I demonstrated some level of capability, but I never imagined I could achieve an outright draw.

‘Even without using my full power, he’s from the Twelve Continents….’

Even with Sylvia holding back considerably, to achieve equal footing in a single clash of blades—it was so absurd that I couldn’t maintain my composure.

Clang!

Sheryl snapped back to attention at the resonant ring of the two blades interlocking and flicked her finger.

“That’s enough.”

She unleashed an aura that separated the two of them.

“Since it was interrupted, it’s a draw.”
“No, wait! That’s not—”
“What do you mean ‘not’? A duel is decided by a single strike. Since it was blocked, it’s a draw.”
“Tch….”

Sylvia’s expression twisted with frustration for the first time, and she bit her lip.

“There’s no winner, but it’s clear that Raon’s experience and skill are superior. I’m declaring this a decision victory for Raon.”

Sheryl recited what seemed like a prepared statement and waved her hand.

“….”

Sylvia said nothing, but glared at me with cold, piercing eyes. It was a gaze filled with unmistakable emotion.

“Sylvia. Stand down. You’ve lost.”
“Heavenly Sword Master….”
“If you have complaints, I’ll face you myself.”

Sheryl blocked Sylvia’s path with her arms crossed. Despite her small stature, the aura she radiated overwhelmed Sylvia, surging all the way to the heavens.

“…I understand. Since I cannot defeat you ‘right now’, there’s no choice. Raon. I concede. That was impressive swordsmanship.”

Sylvia was no ordinary man. Even in this situation, he regained his composure and smiled.

“Lunan. I’m not feeling well today, so I’ll come back later, Oma. Share this with your colleagues.”

He extended the ice cream box he had set down with a gentle smile. To maintain the image of a good older brother until the very end—it was admirable, truly.

“That’s not necessary….”
“Let me speak.”

As Raon moved to refuse, Lunan stepped forward.

“Lunan?”

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Lunan observed everything from behind Raon.

He wanted to tell him to leave directly, but the memory of Sylvia’s voice declaring he would kill everyone froze his body in place.

Though it was his own matter, he had left it entirely to Raon, covering his ears and praying only that Sylvia would vanish quickly.

When all sound transformed into an incomprehensible ringing, Raon turned and opened his mouth.

“Keep watching.”

Those words reached him clearly despite his covered ears. For the first time, he lifted his head.

Crack!

Sylvia’s greatsword erupted with power vast as the heavens. At the blade strike that seemed to cleave all existence, he screamed.

“Dodge!”

But Raon did not retreat. Instead, he slowly drew his sword, a single spark blooming from the blade like a wall that consumed the space around it.

Clang!

Sylvia’s greatsword, which seemed capable of cleaving even the sea itself, could not overcome the Heavenly Sword’s slender blade. It halted midway, emitting an eerie, anguished cry.

“Ah….”

Lunan Slion exhaled in astonishment, his lips trembling.

‘He blocked it….’

In my mind, Sylvia was an absolute existence that no one could stop.

When his blade was blocked by Raon, the dark clouds that had filled my head began to drain away like crimson rain.

‘He wasn’t invincible after all.’

Sylvia was not undefeatable. His words that had echoed through my mind, his presence that had dominated the sky—both began to diminish, piece by piece.

Snap!

The shackles binding my hands and feet tore away, and I felt a refreshing sense of liberation.

‘Raon.’

I turned around with my newly lightened body. Seeing Raon’s eyes wide with bewilderment, I smiled faintly.

If Sylvia had first taught me death, then Raon had first shown me unwavering resolve—that I could overcome Sylvia.

Calling him a benefactor for life would not be enough.

“Thank you.”

I offered him my gratitude and took a step closer to Sylvia, looking at him directly.

‘I’m still afraid.’

The fear remained. I wanted to look away. But the warm presence I felt from Raon behind me allowed me to face him.

“I have nothing to say to you, big brother.”

Lunan lifted her head, her lips pressed firmly together. In her violet eyes, bathed in sunlight, a small spark of confidence bloomed like a tender sprout.

“Don’t come until I find you.”

Her voice trembled, but for the first time, she spoke words that were truly her own to Sylvia.

“L-Lunan….”

The mask that had encased Sylvia’s face shattered into countless pieces.

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