The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 212

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Chapter 212

I watched Themurs’ shocked expression and offered a cold smile.

‘I can practically hear the sound of his mind spinning.’

Themurs was thinking faster than he had since birth, desperately searching for a way out of this situation. I was already curious to hear what excuse he would fabricate.

“Y-you madman!”

Themurs finished his deliberation and bit his lip, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

“What is the meaning of this! Why did you kill my disciple!”

He shouted as though he were the one under attack, completely disassociating himself from what had transpired here.

“Ah, so that’s how you’re going to play it?”

I twirled the Heavenly Sword, blood dripping from its blade, and smirked.

“Your excuse is far too simplistic. I gave you time to think, and this is the best you could manage? I’m disappointed.”
“W-what are you talking about!”
“You attacked us, and now you’re spouting nonsense?”
“Why would I attack you! We were simply stationed here, and if a patient arrived—”
“And yet you persist with such pathetic lies despite this flute being here?”

I picked up the silver flute that Themurs’ disciple had dropped.

“T-that’s… it merely produces a sound similar to a grass flute—”
“You really do underestimate me.”

I pointed to the strange patterns engraved inside the flute and smirked.

“This is a Formation artifact.”
“Ah…”
“A supreme-grade artifact that activates Formations.”

The Formation Flute was a special instrument that could activate pre-installed formations from a distance. Since the internal patterns of the Formation Flute had to be adjusted to match the formation, there was no way to deny it.

“So you trapped us in a formation with this, and then muttered such pathetic excuses? Did it never occur to you that you’d be caught?”
“What… what exactly are you…?”

Themurs’s jaw trembled violently. His expression was half-vacant, as if his soul had departed.

“What the hell are you! You didn’t die, and you’ve destroyed my entire plan! How did you even find this place!”
“I have a friend with excellent senses.”

Raon shrugged his shoulders, savoring Themurs’s shock.

-Of course. My senses are on an entirely different level from humans… What are you saying! Why am I your friend!
‘Just making conversation.’

I pushed aside Wrath’s protest that he could never be friends with a human, and took another step closer to Themurs.

“What do you think will happen when it becomes known that Themurs, renowned for his virtue, has been sending assassins and poison from behind the scenes? And against a patient he tried to treat, no less?”

Themurs was extremely sensitive about his reputation and standing. At the thought of his name plummeting into the depths, cold sweat poured down his entire face.

“Even if you die here, you’ll be remembered as the worst healer on the Continent, won’t you?”
“Ugh…!”

Themurs stumbled backward, his teeth chattering.

‘It’s… it’s all ruined! It’s all over!’

As long as that flute exists. Now that he knows I’ve been setting up a formation here, there’s no way to escape. Even if I somehow survive, Derus Robert will disown me.

‘Who the hell is this guy! How is he only seventeen!’

It wasn’t enough that he’d destroyed all my plans—he’d found this place and even uncovered the evidence. My head spun so dizzily I felt like I might faint from the absurdity of it all.

“There are people waiting for me, so let’s finish this quickly.”

Raon approached with his sword raised.

“Wait, just… listen to what I have to say. I am… huh?”

Themurs, who had been waving his hand to tell me not to come closer, narrowed his eyes. Even though considerable time had passed since the concealment formation shattered, I sensed no presence of anyone other than myself.

“You didn’t actually come alone, did you?”
“Why would I need two people to capture one of you?”

I nodded as if it were obvious.

“Haaa…”

Themurs exhaled deeply, clutching his chest.

‘Heaven hasn’t abandoned me after all!’

The boy still thought I was merely a healer. If I deployed my poison technique and dissolved him in one breath, I could escape before the Heavenly Sword Master arrived.

A low rumble echoed through the air.

Themurs slowly gathered poison into his left hand, which he kept hidden behind his back. I needed to melt his heart or throat with poison while he was off guard.

‘This place will not be my grave—it will be yours.’

I waited for the boy to approach, my true intentions concealed beneath a mask of fear and desperation.

“Hmph.”

I let out a scoff as I watched Themurs, whose lips were pressed tightly together.

‘He’s practically advertising his hidden scheme.’

Themurs wore an expression of despair or fear, but deep within his eyes burned murderous intent. It was obvious he was concealing poison in his hidden left hand.

“Let’s end this.”

I approached Themurs, pretending ignorance while keeping my sword lowered. The moment the distance closed to five paces, his eyes flashed with lethal ferocity.

“Die!”

Themurs’s left hand shot out like lightning. The violet aura gathered in his palm stretched like a spear, hurtling toward my heart.

“That’s what I thought.”

I stepped into the formation and channeled the incantation of the Quick Sword into the blade of the Celestial Sword.

Crack!

The flames of the Ten Thousand Harmony Technique erupted like lightning, tearing through Themurs’s left arm that spewed poison.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

As Themurs screamed and stumbled backward, I pursued him and drove the Celestial Sword into his remaining right shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

“Gaaahhhhh!”

In an instant, both his arms were useless. Themurs trembled violently, blood spilling from his mouth. I immediately reached into his mouth and extracted the poison pill hidden in his molars.

“Ugh….”
“Your subordinates didn’t even cry out once, yet you’re quite the dramatist.”
“H-how did you even know about the poison pill? Who… who exactly are you?”

Themurs’s face had gone pale, his jaw trembling.

“Raon Zigheart.”
“Not that name! I mean your real identity! How can a mere child not even past his coming of age do something like this!”
“I have no reason to satisfy your curiosity.”

I placed my right hand near Themurs’s solar plexus and released a shockwave.

“Cough!”

A powerful impact struck his heart, snapping his head back. It wasn’t to kill him, but a temporary measure to stop the Rage Worm that might be lurking in his heart.

“Wake up.”

I immediately slapped his cheek to rouse him.

“Ugh….”

Themurs swallowed hard and looked up at me.

“What did you just….”
“Your master might have planted a worm in your heart.”
“Gasp!”

Themurs’s pupils trembled violently, as if fear had consumed his entire body.

“You don’t mean Shadow also….”
“That’s not all. I also know your master is the ruler of the South.”
“Ah….”

Themurs’s mouth gaped open so wide it seemed ready to tear. His expression was even more shocked than when his arm had been severed.

“Since the Raging Worm should be unconscious by now, you’ll answer my questions from here on.”
“You fool. I don’t have a Raging Worm.”
“Good. That makes the interrogation easier.”

I laughed coldly and seized Themurs by the collar, pressing his body down.

“Ugh… huh? Kahahaha!”

The man who had been terrified suddenly burst into laughter as he looked down at his hand.

“Why are you laughing?”
“Because it won’t be me who dies here—it’ll be you.”
“What?”
“My blood is a vicious poison. You’ll die too.”

Themurs gestured at the red blood staining his hand—the blood that had sprayed when I’d severed his arm moments before.

“This?”

I smirked as I looked at the blood.

“Did you think I wouldn’t know about this?”

Themurs’s blood contained a poison potent enough to be called blood toxin.

However, the Blood Toxin Artifact and the Ring of Fire protected my organs and mana circuits, while the Purification Flame incinerated every trace of poison that entered my body—leaving me with nothing more than mild nausea.

“My poison is something you could never withstand….”
“Then when do I die? I buried it long ago.”
“Wh…?”

As I smiled with ease, Themurs’s eyes bulged wide open.

“The, the poison doesn’t work either?”
“Now that you’ve done everything, it’s my turn to ask questions.”

I pinned Themurs down and lowered my chin slightly.

“No, no matter how you see me, my lips will never open! Kill me!”
“Ah, your lips are quite sealed?”
“Yes. Torture and such won’t make me talk….”
“That’s fine. I learned how to handle that kind of situation.”

I lifted his chin and offered a cold smile.

From you.

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“The, the previous factory is still operating, and we’ve built another Shadow-breeding factory in a village near Valcar. Since there are many cities and, and villages in the south, it’s easy to supply children….”

Themurs’s pupils were crushed under agony and terror, flattened like scrap metal. Unable to withstand the torture method he himself had taught me, he spilled Robert’s secrets without hesitation.

‘The other factories remain unchanged, but four more have been added in the meantime.’

The factories were places where Shadows and traitors were bred. Over twenty years, Robert had committed far more heinous crimes.

“What is your master’s purpose?”
“I, I don’t know either. He only said there was, was something to be done.”

Themurs spoke with trembling, pallid lips.

“Still hiding in the family underground, talking about the future and what not.”
“You—what exactly is your relationship with that person!”
“Who knows.”

I smiled faintly. I wanted to mention something about reincarnation, but Wrath was watching with such keen interest that I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

-Such an interrogation method, even this king wishes to learn. You truly are closer to demons than humans….

I ignored his rambling and turned my attention back to Themurs.

“What is your master’s current level of power?”
“I… I don’t know either. He’s definitely reached the Absolute, but as for how far…”

In this situation, his refusal to answer meant he truly didn’t know.

‘Of course that man wouldn’t reveal his own information.’

Derus Robert was ruthlessly pragmatic. Even his closest subordinates would never be told his power level or what martial techniques he’d mastered.

“Did your master send you here?”
“No, I… I came alone.”
“Because you couldn’t bear the humiliation to your face?”
“Ugh…”

As expected, Themurs had come on his own, unable to endure the blow to his medical skill and reputation. It wasn’t on Derus’s orders.

“I’ve gathered all the information I need.”

I pulled the Heavenly Sword from Themurs’s shoulder.

“Kugh!”
“From now on, you’re a prisoner. Once we return to Zigheart…”
“Ack!”

As I tried to lift Themurs up, he began convulsing and spitting blood.

“Gaaahhhhh!”

Veins bulged across his entire face as he let out a scream far more agonized than during the interrogation. Those veins burst simultaneously, and his breath ceased.

“As expected.”

I frowned as I gazed upon Themurs’s lifeless form. Contrary to his words, a Rage Worm was embedded deep within his heart.

‘There’s no way he wouldn’t have placed one.’

Derus Robert trusts no one but himself. Even his most loyal subordinates would naturally carry a Rage Worm.

He must have sensed Themurs’s emotional state and killed him before he could divulge any information.

‘He’s severing all connections.’

Themurs technically belonged to the Robert organization, but outwardly, he was unaffiliated with any faction. The reason he was never formally inducted into the family and was kept as a hidden asset was surely to prepare for situations like this.

‘What a ruthless bastard.’

I shook my head, brushing the blood from the Heavenly Sword.

‘Still, he’ll be furious.’

Extremely so.

Though I had killed Themurs with my own hands, Derus Robert would have no idea why he faced death, nor how it came to pass. He would be utterly bewildered.

‘There’s no need to be surprised.’

This was merely the beginning.

This was my first step toward vengeance against that demon.

‘Now to return… hm?’

As I turned to leave with Themurs’s corpse slung across my shoulder, a message materialized before my eyes.

[You have overcome the blood toxin through your own strength.]
[All stats increase by 1 point.]
[【Trait】 Poison Resistance has been created.]

A message confirming that I had endured the poison coursing through Themurs’s blood, gaining increased stats and poison resistance.

-Huh? What?

Wrath’s jaw dropped as he read the message.

-You’re telling me you get a stat boost just for enduring some pathetic poison?!

He slammed both fists against the ground as if the very notion was absurd.

-Such worthless toxins exist in the Demon Realm in grass and water alike!
‘This is the human realm.’
-Argh!

I clenched my fists as I watched Wrath’s anguished cry.

‘I should be grateful.’

I’d gained the latest intelligence on Derus Robert, thwarted their plans, and developed poison resistance that could become a hidden advantage—a triple victory.

-Grateful to whom?! You should be grateful to me!

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“When did Themurs devise this ambush plan?”

Derus Robert gazed at his Butler with a faint smile, his expression and demeanor hardly suggesting he had just remotely executed one of his trusted subordinates moments ago.

“That is… well…”
“It’s fine. Speak.”
“It appears to have been after the Yonan Family’s plan to make Ensia Yonan his personal attendant failed. He cut off the intermediaries and summoned Shadow operatives from the upper Continent to ambush Ensia Yonan on her way to Pedrick.”

The Butler swiftly recounted everything he had investigated.

“So he was trying to salvage a failed plan and got caught in the process?”
“Yes, that appears to be the case.”
“Well, fine. All good, but why am I only hearing about this now?”

Derus Robert was still smiling, but the air had begun to grow heavier by the moment.

“Information from the intermediaries, the Branch, the factories—all of it should have reached me first, shouldn’t it?”
“Themurs blocked the information from leaking out by falsely claiming it was your orders, sir.”

The Butler couldn’t meet Derus Robert’s gaze directly, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor as he continued.

“And since only the nearby Branches and factories were operating, it took time for the information to reach us, sir.”
“This is exactly why you shouldn’t give a position to just anyone.”

Derus Robert chuckled softly as he stroked the wooden desk.

“They put on a little hat and suddenly think they’ve escaped their insect existence.”
“Mm….”
“If you’re going to do something, do it properly. Not knowing your place, attempting to ambush a carriage protected by the Heavenly Sword Master?”

The emotions transmitted through Themurs’s Rage Worm were fear, shock, agony, and resignation—the expression of a sensation that meant survival was impossible. Before the information could leak out, I stimulated the Rage Worm to kill him.

“Fool.”

I didn’t need to see it to know. His wounded pride couldn’t bear it, so he lashed out and got his leash caught by the Heavenly Sword Master.

“Sever all connections between Themurs and us.”

Themurs was officially unaffiliated. As long as the connections were cleanly severed, there would be no risk of exposure.

“It’s already underway.”

The Butler nodded immediately. Knowing Derus Robert’s temperament, he had begun the work the moment he learned of this information.

“Tools must live like tools. They shouldn’t think for themselves.”
“Yes, sir….”
“And a tool shouldn’t move without its master’s command either. Replace all the heads of the Branches, factories, and intermediaries.”
“Are you saying to replace even those unrelated to this incident, sir?”
“Yes.”
“If we replace everyone, it will be over a hundred people….”

The Butler swallowed dryly. When Derus Robert said to replace them, it didn’t simply mean appointing new personnel—it meant killing them all.

“Is there some problem?”

Even after issuing an order to kill his own subordinates—most of them innocent—Derus Robert’s eyes remained perfectly serene. That was what made it truly terrifying.

“N-no, sir!”
“From now on, restructure the system so that even the smallest piece of information reaches me first.”
“Understood!”
“One more thing.”

Derus Robert raised a finger.

“Investigate everyone involved in this matter. Find out who moved with the Heavenly Sword Master, who discovered the traitor. Everything.”
“Wasn’t it all the Heavenly Sword Master’s doing?”
“It could be, but it might not be. Eckon could have done it, or perhaps those young ones from the Gwangpung Unit who went with her.”

True to his meticulous nature, Derus Robert seemed intent on thoroughly investigating this matter before preparing for what came next.

“Go.”
“Yes! I’ll handle it swiftly and report back to you.”

The terrified Butler bowed hastily and exited Derus Robert’s office.

Whoosh.

The moment the Butler vanished, the atmosphere in the office transformed. A bone-chilling cold swept through the space as if the waves of the Northern Sea itself had crashed down, nearly unbearable in its intensity.

“Heh heh.”

Derus Robert’s lips curled into a thin, cruel smile.

“Twenty years of preparation… ruined?”

The plan to devour the Yonan Family had begun twenty years ago.

Because of Zigheart and one insignificant insect, his flawless plan had crumbled. Rage boiled within him, scalding and relentless.

He couldn’t fathom how much time and resources it would take to restore this.

Drip.

Perhaps it was the long-suppressed rage finally breaking free. Blood dripped from the wound on the back of his hand, staining the desk a vivid crimson.

“I’ll kill them.”

Derus Robert smiled with an unsettling brightness, then licked the wound on the back of his hand with his lips.

“I’ll tear the throat out of every last one involved in this.”

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