The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 209

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Chapter 209

I swallowed hard as I watched Sylvia, my throat suddenly dry.

‘Is that his true form?’

Whether his rage and coldness had been nothing but masks, Sylvia’s face—now that the facade had shattered—was twisted into something grotesque. It wasn’t human at all. Rather, it resembled a beast that had burst forth from the wild.

‘A starving beast, at that.’

Not a trace of reason flickered in those gleaming violet eyes. Only a savage ferocity and hunger burned there like wildfire.

‘He might just attack us.’

I adjusted my grip on the Heavenly Sword. Seeing Sylvia like this for the first time, I couldn’t predict his actions. He might target Lunan or even me, so I had to be ready.

“Hmm.”

Sheryl seemed to share my thoughts, narrowing her eyes as she stepped closer beside me.

“Lunan….”

Sylvia called out to Lunan in a voice far more viscous than usual.

“What did you just say?”

He leaned back at the waist while thrusting his upper body forward in an unnatural stance, glaring down at Lunan. A damp, creeping aura seeped upward from his shoulders.

“Y-you said not to come.”

Lunan didn’t retreat even as she met Sylvia’s eerie gaze.

“I’m going to stop you, brother. I won’t just stand by like I did back then!”

Her hands trembled as she pressed them together against her chest, yet she pushed through to finish what she needed to say.

“Haaah….”

White breath flowed from Sylvia’s lips.

“You dare block me? You dare try to stop me…?”
“Ugh!”

Lunan’s legs wavered under the weight of that ominous aura.

“Well spoken.”

Raon moved to Lunan’s side and steadied his shoulder, positioning the Heavenly Sword at the ready to respond at any moment.

“Lunan. Ahh, my brother…!”

Sylvia didn’t spare Raon a glance, his gaze fixed solely on Lunan as his mouth gaped open.

“When did it happen? When did you develop such eyes? How can you look at me with such cold irises?”

He released a grotesque laugh, his outstretched hand reaching forward with fingers splayed.

“Disappear.”

Raon unleashed the Radiant Sword toward the approaching Sylvia.

A brilliant clash rang out!

Sylvia blocked the blade with his greatsword held in reverse grip, but was pushed back to his original position.

“My Lunan… to think his eyes would become like that. Ah…!”
“The victor says disappear.”

As Sylvia prepared to charge again, Sheryl moved. She rolled lightly across the ground and extended her right fist forward.

A deafening boom erupted!

In the instant a gray flash blazed across the space, Sylvia was sent flying without even a chance to defend, bouncing like a rubber ball before crashing into the ground. It was a power that seemed impossible from such a hastily thrown punch.

‘Fast. And powerful.’

Sheryl’s fist strike contained speed, power, and precision in perfect harmony. To synchronize all those subtleties in such a brief moment and deliver the punch—she was truly a Grand Master for a reason.

“Kgh….”

The impact was severe—blood trickled from Sylvia’s lips. Lunan watched with his own lips pressed firmly together.

“There is no place here for the defeated. Disappear as promised.”

I leveled my sword at Sylvia, my gaze cold and piercing.

“Lunan. The same blood flows through both of us.”

Sylvia staggered to his feet and looked down at Lunan.

“From this blood, there is no escape, no freedom.”

He smiled wickedly, his lips stained with the blood flowing from his mouth.

“Ah….”

Lunan’s pupils trembled violently. Fear bloomed within him as if he had regressed to before overcoming his bloodline.

“I… I….”
“There is.”

I stepped beside Lunan and narrowed my eyes.

“You can escape, you can break free, or you can strike him down.”
“Raon Zigheart….”

At those words, Sylvia’s gaze turned toward me for the first time.

“Look closely. He is merely a man who bleeds. There is nothing to fear. One day, you will break him with your own blade.”
“Do you truly believe that is possible?”
“I will make it possible.”
“You….”

At the weight of resolve in my voice, Sylvia’s jaw trembled.

“Raon.”

Lunan clenched his fist with hands that had stopped trembling, his gaze fixed not on Siria Slion but on Raon.

“Lunan! Where are you looking! Look at me! Not him—look at me!”
“Get out of the way.”

As Siria Slion rushed forward to redirect Lunan’s attention, Raon summoned the Mana Sphere.

Crash!

The blade of the Heavenly Sword, blazing with flames, struck down Siria Slion once more as he charged forward with his greatsword raised.

“Ugh…”

Siria Slion groaned as he was driven back, his greatsword still embedded in the ground.

“You dare interfere to the very end…”
“Siria Slion.”

As Siria Slion advanced with murderous intent radiating from his form, a terrifying aura erupted from the right like a volcano exploding.

“Take one more step forward, and I’ll cut you down.”

Sheryl placed her hand on the sword strapped to her back and stepped in front of Siria Slion.

“Keep the words you spoke.”

Whether those words were sincere, an eerie chill flowed from Sheryl’s eyes.

“If you’ve lost, disappear. There’s no place for you here.”

Raon also wielded the Mana Sphere with intensity, his gaze fixed on Siria Slion.

“Fine. That’s good.”

Siria Slion smiled as he looked at Raon and Lunan, his eyes smiling for the first time—yet it was not the smile of a human, but of a demon.

“Kehehehe…”

He chuckled softly with his head bowed for a long moment before straightening his posture.

“That’s enough now….”
“Since I’ve been defeated, leaving is the right thing to do.”

Just as I was about to force him to leave, Sylvia lifted his head. In that brief moment, he had already donned his thick mask again, wearing a false smile.

“I’ll depart as promised. Lunan. May fortune smile upon your journey.”
“I don’t need your blessings.”

I waved my hand dismissively.

“Heh.”

Sylvia chuckled softly and turned away. He bid farewell to the Yonan Family warriors as well, departing without a shred of hesitation.

“Ah….”

Only then did Lunan collapse to the ground, breathing heavily.

“You held on well.”

I smiled and patted Lunan’s shoulder.

“Yeah.”

Lunan nodded weakly, yet his eyes shone brighter than ever before.

“Is that the true nature of the Sword Demon?”

Sheryl narrowed her eyes, watching Sylvia’s retreating figure.

“I suspected he was hiding much, but it’s worse than I thought. He’s practically unhinged.”

She supported Lunan as he steadied his breathing, letting out a hollow laugh.

“Indeed.”
“In any case, well done. That boy’s courage came thanks to you.”

Sheryl laughed, patting my back approvingly. It was almost the first genuine smile I’d seen from her—not bright, but rather warm and benevolent.

—That’s not just madness. That’s something else entirely.

Wrath wrinkled the bridge of his nose.

—That lunatic is overflowing with depravity. If I had a body, I would have frozen him solid and carved him into pieces! Such a waste of potential!

He shook his clenched fist with obvious frustration.

—Even in the Demon Realm, creatures like that are rare. To think such a madman exists among humans….
‘There are more like that?’
—Even among Demon Kings. Ugh….

Wrath shuddered at the mere thought of it.

‘Demon Kings, huh….’
—Stop dwelling on useless thoughts. Look after the ice cream girl.

Just as I was about to ask another question, Wrath hung from my shoulder.

‘Hm?’
—The ice cream girl is struggling. You must comfort her quickly.
‘But she got up on her own. Shouldn’t I praise her instead of comforting her?’
—No. She’s exhausted now, so she needs comfort. And not just any comfort—delicious comfort.
‘…Delicious?’
—Go to the ice cream shop at once and buy the girl some ice cream. That is the greatest comfort of all!

Wrath waved his hands urgently.

‘You just want to eat it yourself, don’t you?’

I sighed.

—Perhaps a little. Just a tiny bit, mind you. But I am thinking of the girl. Sweet food lifts the spirits, so her melancholy will surely fade.
‘Hmm….’

Now that he mentioned it, I recalled Helen once telling me that sweet food improved her mood.

“Let’s go.”

Raon approached Lunan and extended his hand.

“Where are we going?”

Lunan lifted her head, her eyes regaining their clarity.

“We don’t need to cancel our plans because of that bastard.”
“Ah….”
“The Heavenly Sword Master should come with us too. I’ll take the shot.”

After helping her to her feet, I looked at Sheryl.

“Me too?”

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Perhaps because it was in a warmer region, the pearl ice cream shop in Dembel City was far larger than the one in Camelrun.

Beyond the glass window, dozens of varieties of pearl ice cream were displayed in abundance, with ice cream desserts arranged in rows beside them.

“So many. Big….”

Lunan gazed at the ice cream through the glass, her eyes sparkling with wonder.

“Hmm, they all look good.”

Sheryl also pressed close to the window, examining the ice cream desserts. Given how she always made sure to have a small piece of chocolate after meals, it was clear she had a fondness for such treats.

-Sniff!

Wrath sniffled as he watched Lunan’s back.

-How admirable! Truly admirable!
‘What?’
-The ice cream girl has broken free from her shell on her own! I’m so moved I want to pat her shoulder!

The creature nodded, his blue eyes glistening with moisture.

-I was going to devour that perverted bastard myself, but you were right—it was better for the Ice Cream Girl to overcome him on her own. Well done.

Wrath watched Lunan with warm eyes, looking pleased.

‘Hmm….’

I smacked my lips.

Is this really the Demon King?

Sometimes—no, often—setting aside the foolish side he occasionally showed, he didn’t seem like a Demon King anymore. More like some meddlesome uncle or aunt.

-Since the Ice Cream Girl managed to stand on her own, I’m already full without eating.
‘Then we’ll skip your ice cream.’
-Shut your mouth!

Wrath waved his hand as if telling me not to joke.

-I’m hungry! Go order every single ice cream in this place right now!
‘So you really did want to come here to eat.’
-That’s not it, I….

As Wrath made what was almost a stubborn rebuttal, a message appeared.

[You have achieved an evenly matched victory against an overwhelmingly superior opponent.]
[All stats increase by 6 points.]
[Greatsword Mastery increases significantly.]

The message indicated that my stats and Greatsword Mastery had risen because I’d fought Sylvia to a draw despite the vast difference in our levels.

‘Six points?’

Six points just for a draw—Sylvia must have been incredibly strong. My frustration from earlier lingered, but the moment I saw this message, all my irritation vanished.

-Gasp….

Meanwhile, Wrath, who had been ranting about eating ice cream, opened his eyes so wide they nearly bulged out of his head.

-This stupid system! That pervert didn’t even use his full power, so why are you raising my stats?! This is unfair treatment!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, complaining that his stats had increased despite the match being a draw where his opponent had held back.

‘Because I won a disadvantageous fight.’

I chuckled softly. Even if Sylvia hadn’t used her full strength, the battle had been heavily stacked against me.
Since the victory was achieved through strategy and split-second judgment, such rewards pouring in was hardly unusual.

-Ugh! My appetite’s completely gone!

Wrath turned his head away as if displeased.

“What are you going to get, Raon?”

Lunan, who had already selected ten ice creams and was still deliberating, called out while turning around.

‘He said his appetite’s gone, so I won’t get anything.’
-Huh? Huh huh?

I waved my hand at Wrath and looked at Lunan.

“Ah, my appetite’s just disappeared….”
-Mint chocolate!

Wrath, who had just claimed to have no appetite, suddenly shouted.

-Say mint chocolate!
‘You said you had no appetite….’
-Mint chooooocolate!

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On the North Wall of Dembel City.
Siria Slion watched Lunan and Raon exiting the ice cream shop, her eyes burning with intensity.

“Sylvia.”

A man clad entirely in a white robe approached from behind and bowed his head.

“The others have already arrived at the location. You must depart now.”
“Do I really have to go myself?”
“There are things we need to obtain from him, so we must finish this decisively this time.”

The robed man’s eyes narrowed as he watched Lunan and Raon, who were receiving Sylvia’s gaze.

“He’s already a dead man destined for the White Blood Cult, but if you give the word, I can devise a plan to eliminate Raon Zigheart.”
“No.”

Sylvia shook his head slowly.

“Leave him be. I witnessed something truly magnificent today.”
“S-something magnificent, you say…?”

The robed man lifted his head slightly. The madness flowing through Sylvia’s voice was incomparably more intense than usual.

“Lunan, I never knew that child could display such eyes. Beautiful. The moment I saw myself reflected in those transparent violet pupils, my spine tingled with delight.”

Sylvia grinned wickedly while clawing at his left arm with his right hand until it bled.

“To show me such an expression. Such eyes. Ah, it was exquisite.”
“S-Sylvia…?”

The robed man swallowed dryly, his jaw trembling.

“I once believed an apple should be cultivated inside a glass bottle. I thought it must be nurtured with utmost care—shielded from insects, protected from rain.”

Sylvia continued his grotesque monologue, licking his lips.

“But I was wrong. Once it breaks free from the bottle and receives true sunlight, battling insects along the way, it becomes vibrant with life. My heart trembles merely watching it. So…”

He turned around and covered the robed man’s mouth.

“Never even think of touching that insect. Understood?”
“Y-yes! Yes!”

The man named Rob simply nodded without truly thinking. It had been over ten years since he’d last seen Sylvia, but this was the first time he’d witnessed such unbridled madness radiating from him.

“The faster Lunan grows, the greater my advantage. Eventually, that child will fall into my hands.”

Sylvia watched Lunan eating ice cream with a subtle smile, his mouth stretching wide enough to touch his ears.

Whoooosh.

As Lunan disappeared from view, the madness radiating from Sylvia gradually subsided.

“Phew….”

He steadied his breathing and slowly turned around. The Strange Being who had been unable to hide his excitement moments before vanished, replaced by Siria Slion, the celebrated master of sword and spear praised throughout society.

“Let’s go.”

Siria Slion brushed off his clothes with a refreshing smile.

“I’ll need to block the roads if I’m to appease those old men.”

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The next day.
Raon gazed up at the four-horse carriage standing before the Yonan Family Main Gate.

“Remarkable.”

Its exterior possessed an elegant beauty born from the harmony of straight and curved lines, its interior featured shock-absorbing mechanisms to minimize vibration, and its durability surpassed even steel.

The family head Michelle Yonan had crafted it personally, and judging by its form and construction, it appeared to be a one-of-a-kind carriage made specifically for Ensia.
The love directed toward his daughter made it seem all the more beautiful.

“Wow! This carriage is something else. The Yonan Family truly lives up to their reputation.”

Dorian’s fingers twitched as he gazed at the carriage. If no one were watching, he looked ready to slip it into his pocket.

“Raon. Are we really supposed to accept this?”

Burren pointed to the round pendant hanging around his neck.

“An artifact of this caliber—it’s nearly impossible to purchase even with money.”
“Hmm….”
“Right. It feels a bit overwhelming.”

Martha and Crain also narrowed their eyes as they regarded the poison-resistance artifact.

“Just use it well and return it when we’re done. Don’t worry about it.”

I smiled and waved my hand dismissively. These items would need to be returned anyway. The real reward would come after this mission concluded.

“Prepare for departure!”

Sheryl and Michelle were descending from the inner building, supporting Ensia between them. Her expression had brightened somewhat, as though she had finally accepted reality.

“Yes!”
“Understood!”

The Gwangpung Unit and the Heavenly Sword Squad responded with resounding affirmation, checking the carriages and mounting their horses.

“Are you alright?”

I approached Ensia and examined her physical condition.

“Yes. I’m fine now.”

She offered an ambiguous answer with a faint smile.

“Should anything go wrong, please tell me immediately.”
“Thank you. You’re devastatingly handsome today as well.”

Ensia paused mid-climb into the carriage, gazing blankly at my face.

“Stop that! You!”
“Oh, Mother! Just a little longer—let me look at Lord Raon’s face….”
“Later!”

Michelle frowned and pushed Ensia directly into the carriage.

I watched the bickering mother and daughter with a faint smile. Fortunately, the two of them seemed to have overcome the betrayal of someone like family.

“Now it begins.”

I gazed at the azure sky as if praying for safe passage and clenched the necklace Michelle had given me.

‘All preparations are complete.’

Come whenever you wish. Robert’s dogs.

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“We’ll camp here for the night.”

Sheryl dismounted and pointed to a clearing at the forest’s edge. It wasn’t particularly spacious, but it was suitable enough for an overnight stay.

“Begin setting up camp!”
“Yes!”

At her command, the Heavenly Sword Squad swordsmen naturally scattered in various directions.

“Hmm?”

Ensia, who had descended from the carriage, narrowed her eyes as she observed the Heavenly Sword Squad moving busily and the Gwangpung Unit leisurely preparing for training.

“That’s strange. I thought the Heavenly Sword Squad members were our seniors.”
“They are our seniors. Much older seniors at that.”

Dorian approached Ensia with a smile.

“Then why are only the Heavenly Sword Squad members working?”
“Ah, there’s actually a very amusing story behind this. Our unit commander….”

He told Ensia about the arm-wrestling incident that had occurred previously.

“Wow, you’re so handsome, and smart too, and handsome, but you’re also strong?”

Ensia clasped her hands together and gazed at me with admiring eyes.

“That’s an overstatement.”
“No way. You’re ridiculously handsome.”

Strangely enough, crude language only slipped out when she spoke about being handsome. She was a peculiar person in many ways.

“How is your body feeling?”
“Yes. Much better than when I was at home.”

Ensia smiled brightly while showing me her forearm where the heat had subsided.

“That’s fortunate. I’ll take a brief look around the area and return.”

I turned around and called out to the Gwangpung Unit.

“Don’t slack off. Keep your guard sharp.”
“Don’t worry.”
“Got it.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“Understood!”

After hearing the distinctive responses from my swordsmen, I ventured deeper into the Forest.

After surveying the surroundings for about thirty minutes and searching for potential dangers, I found none—no bandits or monsters appeared, likely because we were close to Dembel City.

‘Might as well practice some sword techniques.’

Since Sheryl and Eckon were at Ayoungji, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to loosen up here before heading there.

-Doesn’t this bore you?

Wrath furrowed his brow as if he couldn’t comprehend.

‘Bored? I’m actually enjoying this.’

Growing stronger and advancing forward was an experience I’d never had in my past life, so it was impossible not to find joy in it.

I pushed aside the grumbling Wrath and drew the Heavenly Sword.

‘Let me start with the middle-weight sword.’

The sensation of wielding the middle-weight sword that had sent Sylvia flying was still vivid in my memory. I lifted the blade upward to experience that feeling once more.

‘Heavy. Above all else, heavy.’

I infused the blade of the Heavenly Sword with the power of the Myriad Heavens Technique and brought it down.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

The earth crumbled and collapsed without even being touched by the tremendous pressure radiating from the thin blade.

“Still lacking.”

Whether it was because my proficiency with the middle-weight sword had improved or because this wasn’t actual combat, the sword strike felt like something was missing.

But I still couldn’t quite identify what that something was.

Thud.

As I lifted the sword again to deliver another middle-weight strike, I heard a familiar footstep approaching. Since it was a sound I recognized, I turned my head without alarm.

“Training?”

Sheryl approached with an indifferent gaze.

“Yes.”

I nodded and lowered the Heavenly Sword.

“I wanted to recapture the feeling from when I fought Sylvia.”
“That was decent enough.”

Sheryl nodded with a calm tone.

“But it falls short of what I’d call intermediate.”
“I understand. However….”
“So you don’t know exactly what’s lacking?”
“That’s correct.”
“Then I’ll show you what you’re missing.”

A gleam of light kindled in Sheryl’s previously dimmed eyes.

“Draw your sword.”

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