The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 213

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Chapter 213

“Heavenly Sword Master.”

Burren Zigheart approached Sheryl with his brows slightly furrowed.

“Raon has been gone quite a while. Shouldn’t we go search for him?”
“He is running late, I suppose.”

Martha pushed herself off from the tree and nodded in agreement.

“Are you worried?”

Sheryl turned to regard Burren and Martha with serene eyes.

“W-Worried? Absolutely not!”

Martha shook her head rapidly as if the notion were absurd.

“That’s right. It’s simply that our departure is being delayed….”

Burren scratched his head, his gaze averted downward.

“I see.”

Sheryl smiled gently as she watched the two of them gesticulating emphatically.

“Hmm….”

Lunan Slion remained near the carriage as I had instructed, his vacant gaze fixed upon the sky.

“Aren’t you anxious, Lunan Slion?”

Ensia poked her head through the carriage window to call out to him.

“Anxious?”
“Raon left alone, and he still hasn’t returned.”

She was aware of the situation unfolding and trembled with concern, her hand shaking visibly.

“There’s no need to worry.”

Lunan Slion shook her head calmly.

“Raon doesn’t lose.”

Her serene expression and those few words laid bare just how deeply she trusted Raon.

“I heard the Gwangpung Unit was only recently formed, yet the trust between you all is remarkable.”

Ensia smiled as she observed the members of the Gwangpung Unit.

“It couldn’t be any other way. We’ve been together since our training days—nearly six years now.”
“Ah! So you all entered the sword unit together from the training program?”
“That’s right. But today he’s a bit later than usual… Oh! Vice Master!”

As Dorian glanced around, Raon emerged from the forest path on the right, carrying someone across his shoulder.

“Raon!”
“Why are you so late!”
“I was worried for nothing.”

Lunan Slion rushed toward him, Martha’s expression hardened, and Burren Zigheart offered a faint smile.

“It was a bit farther than expected.”

Raon smiled at their varied reactions before approaching Sheryl.

“Is it finished?”

Sheryl’s eyes narrowed as she regarded Themurs’s corpse.

“Yes. Though there may be a slight complication….”

I lowered Themurs’s body from my shoulder and set it on the ground.

“A complication….”

Sheryl remained composed upon seeing that the corpse was Themurs. The moment the formation concealing their presence shattered, she had deduced that Themurs was the orchestrator.

“Wait, hold on!”
“Isn’t that the physician!”
“T-Themurs, sir?”
“What? That physician targeted us? Why on earth!”
“This is insane….”

Both the Heavenly Sword Squad and Gwangpung Unit gaped in shock upon witnessing Themurs’s corpse.

“Ah….”

Ensia trembled as she wrapped her hands around the wrist where Themurs had taken her pulse.

“Do we have evidence that he ordered the attack?”
“We have this formation diagram. From there….”

I explained the formation diagram and revealed that Themurs had mastered poison techniques, and that his heart had suddenly stopped during interrogation.

“A Raging Worm, then.”

Sheryl’s expression twisted as she examined Themurs’s corpse, its blood vessels ruptured and protruding.

“There’s clearly someone behind Themurs.”

She had instantly identified the nature of the Raging Worm and deduced the existence of a mastermind. Her insight was truly extraordinary.

“Did you not learn who that person is?”
“No, I did not.”

I shook my head.

‘Now is not the time.’

Without concrete evidence of Derus Robert’s involvement, speaking his name here would be unwise.

With such weak justification, war might erupt between Zigheart and the Robert Family, and innocent lives would perish endlessly.

‘Besides, he’s mine to deal with.’

I have no intention of granting Derus Robert an easy death. I will systematically dismantle the forces he holds dear, plunging him into despair, and only then will I sever his neck in that final moment.

“I see.”

Sheryl nodded as if she had expected as much.

“Raon.”
“Yes?”
“I will take credit for resolving this entire matter myself.”

Before I could protest, she carved a sword mark into Themurs’s corpse.

“M-Master?”
“Why all of a sudden….”

When the Heavenly Sword Master announced she would claim the renown for resolving everything, the people’s eyes widened in shock.

“S-surely you’re not trying to monopolize the glory…ugh!”

I covered Crain’s mouth before he could spout more nonsense and looked at Sheryl.

“May I ask your reason for this?”
“Themurs is a councilman who wielded benevolent influence across the entire Continent. Even if he bore blood poison, hollow teeth, and a true formation, many would refuse to believe it, or those seeking to attack you might emerge.”

Sheryl continued in her usual composed tone.

“In other words, killing this man brings no genuine honor. Moreover, whoever stands behind Themurs has an extremely high likelihood of seeking revenge against you and the Gwangpung Unit. It is better that word spreads that I alone handled this matter.”

‘So she was protecting me all along.’

Sheryl had claimed the credit for resolving this matter to shield both me and the Gwangpung Unit from whoever stood behind Themurs.

‘She is a good person.’

Despite appearing cold and meticulous, Sheryl possessed a warmth that showed deep consideration for others.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I cannot accept this.”

I slowly shook my head.

‘I can’t let others suffer because of me.’

If this information spread, Derus Robert might target the Heavenly Sword Master. I couldn’t accept others being harmed because of my revenge.

“Why?”
“We don’t even know who’s behind Themurs. I can’t burden the Heavenly Sword Master with this. I insulted Themurs and took Ensia with me. It’s my responsibility….”

As I spoke, Sheryl’s right hand approached. She curled her middle finger with her thumb and flicked my forehead.

“Ugh!”

I let out an involuntary groan from the sudden pain.

“You’re barely dry behind the ears and you have the audacity to worry about others.”

Sheryl frowned at her forehead.

“I’m the one responsible for this mission. I decide both the results and the process.”
“Mm….”
“I clearly told you to handle it yourself, and you followed that order sufficiently. I’m the one who created this outcome. So I’ll take responsibility.”
“Heavenly Sword Master….”
“And who do you think I am?”

A terrifying aura seeped from her entire being, making the air itself tremble.

“I am the first blade protecting the Lord. Regardless of anyone else, even if my opponent were the leader of the Six Emperors and Oma, it wouldn’t matter.”

Sheryl spoke of the leader of the Six Emperors and Oma as if she knew something, then turned away. She walked around the perimeter, spreading her aura throughout the forest just as she had left it with Themurs.

“Kugh….”
“As expected of our Master!”
“Our Master wouldn’t concern herself with such trivial reputation!”
“I’ve fallen for her again with that confidence!”

The Heavenly Sword Squad swordsmen smiled as if they knew this would happen.

“Wow, that’s what responsibility looks like.”
“It’s different. Completely different.”
“That person would have dumped it on Raon no matter what….”

The Gwangpung Unit swordsmen licked their lips at the thought of the red-haired elf standing opposite Sheryl.

“Hmm….”

I exhaled softly as I watched Sheryl’s retreating figure.

‘I need to create an opportunity somehow.’

I would need to find a chance to tell Sheryl later that it was Derus Robert who orchestrated this. Though even if I did, it seemed unlikely she would change her mind.

‘At least I’ve bought some time.’

Thanks to Sheryl, I could significantly delay the moment my name would be exposed to Derus Robert. In the meantime, I could dismantle his plans one by one.

“Thank you.”

I bowed my head toward Sheryl, who was leaving traces of battle throughout the forest.

“Vice Commander!”

When I lifted my head, Dorian came running with a flushed face.

“Today I witnessed the god of supplies! Please teach me!”
“What?”
“Using artifacts suited to the situation to completely prevent dangerous circumstances—it was beyond amazing, it was moving! I wish to take you as my master!”

The boy prostrated himself completely. His eyes gleamed with such brilliance that it seemed he was genuinely moved by how I had perfectly blocked the enemy’s assault by producing the appropriate tool.

“This was just coincidence.”

This situation wasn’t because I had prepared supplies well, but because I possessed memories from my past life.

“Vice Commander, you deserve to be called the god of supplies. So you were testing me all along! Please teach me!”

Dorian shook his head vigorously as if to say absolutely not, crying out for my guidance.

“Raon!”

Ensia descended from the carriage with a dazed expression and approached.

“You’re handsome, and strong, and handsome, and perfectly prepared, and handsome, and brilliant too. And damn it all, you’re absolutely gorgeous!”

Her eyes gleamed as though she were gazing upon precious jewels, fixed and unwavering.

“Raon. You’re handsome. Prepare well. You’re loaded too!”

Lunan Slion stepped beside Dorian and raised his fist. Unlike the others, his gaze remained sharp and focused—at least there was that.

“Ugh.”

I furrowed my brow at the three pairs of eyes fixed upon me and retreated backward.

‘My followers keep multiplying….’

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I recorded the assassins and the surrounding forest conditions using an artifact that visualized and stored images, then departed for Letran.

Anticipating further attacks, I pressed onward without rest and arrived at the edge of Kren Forest by the following evening.

“We’ve finally arrived.”
“Phew, now we can finally rest.”

Dorian smiled as he gazed upon the forest path opening before us in a circular clearing. Crain nodded, observing the forest’s exit where brilliant light poured forth.

“Our mission is not complete until we treat Ensia and return. Stay sharp.”

Burren Zigheart turned to face the two, narrowing his eyes.

“Haven’t you heard? There’s a war happening here. Lose focus and you’ll lose your head.”

Martha struck Dorian and Crain on the shoulder, her expression stern.

“S-sorry about that.”
“There’s no need to worry so much.”

Eckon, who was leading the group, turned back with a slight smile.

“The longer a war drags on, the less severe the injuries become. They’re just enduring out of pride, so we can treat them without major complications… huh?”

The smile froze on his face the moment he stepped out of the forest, as if his strings had been cut.

“What….”

I followed behind Eckon and stopped in my tracks. Despite the evening hour, my vision blazed as if the sun had risen again.

“Ah!”

It wasn’t moonlight. It was the shadow of a raging inferno consuming Letran.

“We have a problem.”

Sheryl’s brow furrowed as she gazed upon the burning city.

“The Gwangpung Unit comes with me. The Heavenly Sword Squad will escort the carriage back.”
“Understood!”

She bolted forward before Eckon could even respond.

“Let’s move!”
“Yes!”

I gestured to the Gwangpung Unit and rushed after Sheryl.

‘What on earth is happening….’

The two families that divided Letran wouldn’t engage in combat of this scale unless they’d lost their minds. Something entirely different must have erupted.

Thud!

I vaulted over Letran’s castle gate alongside Sheryl and landed atop the castle wall. Flames erupted from the outskirts, while the city’s interior was drenched in corpses and blood.

Clang!

At the sound of clashing blades, I turned my gaze leftward.

Strange Beings wearing green and red hoods swung swords and axes indiscriminately at both warriors and civilians.

“Eden….”
“The Green Warriors and Red Warriors!”

Burren and Martha’s startled voices came from behind. Having encountered them in Sebu Village, everyone in the Gwangpung Unit immediately recognized Eden’s spirits.

It wasn’t just the Red and Green Warriors. Officers clad in monster armor were visible throughout the area.

“We have no time. I’ll issue orders immediately. Slaughter every Red and Green Warrior in this village. No interrogations needed. Save as many people as possible!”

Sheryl issued her command and immediately rushed down the main street. She seemed to be targeting Eden’s officers who were massacring warriors in the city center.

“Follow the Heavenly Sword Master’s orders. After dealing with the Red and Green Warriors, gather at the city center.”
“Understood!”

I issued additional commands and leaped down from the castle wall. I rushed toward the left, where I sensed the strongest concentration of Red and Green Warrior auras.

‘Vile creatures….’

Fresh blood streamed down the hillside, and corpses still radiating heat lay with their eyes wide open, blood vessels burst.

The Red and Green Warriors, unaware of my arrival, unleashed monstrous shrieks as they brought their swords and axes down upon the civilians.

Kwaaang!

I stomped with such force that the earth seemed to crack, freezing all of them in place.

The Red and Green Warriors turned around, their weapons drenched in blood.

“Zigheart?”
“Why is Zigheart here?”

Without answering, I executed the Taewhabo technique. The earth folded beneath me as I advanced and unleashed the Heavenly Sword. The silver blade passed through the Green and Red Warriors without the slightest resistance.

Hwaaaa!

Before they could react, I pivoted right and delivered a second slash. Spiral flames danced along the blade’s edge, cleaving through the remaining Green and Red Warriors.

Thud, thud, thud.

In the blink of an eye, the heads of ten red and green warriors tumbled to the ground.

“Ugh….”
“Gasp!”

The survivors who had narrowly escaped death at the hands of the green warriors collapsed, breathing heavily.

“W-who are you….”
“I’ve come from Zigheart. Head to the center of the village. That is the sanctuary.”

There was no time for explanations. I had to cut down Eden’s spirits wreaking this massacre as quickly as possible.

A resonant roar erupted.

I opened Glacsia’s perception. Following the bloodlust, I moved and sliced through every spirit engaged in the slaughter.

‘These insane bastards….’

In just the short time since arriving, I’d already cut down more than thirty green and red warriors. It seemed Eden intended to erase this place entirely.

‘That must be the last one.’

I rushed toward the building with its gracefully curved architecture.

“Kyaaaah!”

It was a temple dedicated to the Goddess of Abundance. The doors were already shattered, and desperate screams echoed from within.

A tremendous crash resounded.

Upon entering, I saw an Eden spirit clad in orc warrior armor unleashing a vicious blade strike toward swordsmen dressed in brown martial robes.

Corpses littered both sides, and behind the swordsmen, civilians trembled with their eyes shut tight.

‘A green warrior? No, it’s different.’

It was stronger than the one I’d cut down in Sebu Village, and its nature was different. Even the magic stone and the person inside seemed to be a different entity.

“What are you?”

The Green Warrior halted mid-swing and spun around.

“I don’t take kindly to interruptions during my meal…cough!”

I didn’t grant him the luxury of finishing his words. I stepped into Taewhaiibo and burst forward in a single fluid motion.

Crash!

A cerulean blade, drinking in the moonlight that spilled through the shattered bars, traced a diagonal arc through the air.

“Grrk….”

The Green Warrior sank to the floor, clutching at his throat as blood erupted from the wound.

-Even a slug grows, it seems.

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he observed the Green Warrior’s corpse.

-That peculiar armor carries the same aura as the one we fought roughly four years ago. Back then, we barely managed victory, yet now a single strike cleaves him in twain.
‘Much time has passed, after all.’

With all the years, effort, and prey I’d hunted since then, the disparity was inevitable.

“Ah….”
“The Green Warrior… felled in a single stroke….”
“Who are you, truly….”

The swordsmen in brown martial robes stared wide-eyed, more astonished that the Green Warrior had been bisected in one blow than that they had survived.

“Are you unharmed?”

I lowered my blade and approached the survivors.

“Y-yes, thank you!”
“We are truly grateful!”

Only then did they regain their senses, tears streaming down their faces as they bowed deeply.

“What on earth happened here?”

I approached the swordsman who had been positioned to protect everyone. Since I had dealt with most of Eden’s specters outside, it was time to hear the explanation.

“Well, that is….”
“Now that I think about it, where did the Saint go? If he had been here, we wouldn’t have reached such a situation.”

Pedrick, the Saint in Rags, was also a martial artist who had reached the Master realm. Though his medical skills were exceptional, his martial prowess was formidable enough to hold its own anywhere.

“I, I will explain.”

A female priestess who appeared to be in her early twenties raised her hand.

“You are….”
“I am Roji, a priestess who assisted the Saint here.”

Roji exhaled a sigh and stepped before me. Her legs were still trembling from fear.

“Around midday, while I was examining patients from both families alongside the Saint, assassins suddenly appeared.”
“Assassins….”

I narrowed my eyes. It seemed Themurs had targeted not just me, but Pedrick as well.

“The Bashin Family and the Trian Family, who had received much help from the Saint, called a temporary truce and joined forces to drive back the assassins. Perhaps because they wielded their blades against a common enemy, the atmosphere between the two families wasn’t hostile.”

That made sense. Both the Bashin Family and the Trian Family wanted to end this protracted conflict.

“As they decided to continue the temporary truce a bit longer, they arranged to share a meal together. But then, fires suddenly broke out at the city outskirts.”

I frowned at the mention of fire. I could roughly anticipate how things had unfolded from here.

“The warriors from both families scattered to extinguish the flames, and Eden’s specters seized that opportunity to attack. Many of Eden’s specters were killed, but the damage to the separated family swordsmen was far greater.”

Roji couldn’t help but bite her lip.

“Did the Saint not step forward?”
“Of course he did, moving to save people. But that was a mistake.”
“What do you mean….”

I couldn’t understand what she was saying.

“Eden’s target was the Saint.”
“Pardon?”
“The moment the Saint appeared, Eden deployed four Master-class spirits as if they’d been waiting. Two of them caused a massacre in the city center to draw attention, while the other two attacked the Saint. In other words, the Saint was the target.”

Roji exhaled a deep sigh.

“The Saint realized that Eden’s objective was himself and fled Letran with Julius. Thanks to that, we’ve survived until now.”

Pedrick had apparently drawn Eden’s attention and escaped to save this city. However, there was a name I was hearing for the first time.

“Julius?”
“He’s the one who caused the war between the two families in this city.”

I understood now. He seemed to be a child with genius-level talent who had sparked the family conflict.

“Don’t tell me Eden was….”
“Yes. They were targeting both the Saint and that child.”
“Why would they target the Saint?”

I narrowed my eyes. Eden was always searching for people to armor, so I understood why they’d target the child, but I couldn’t recall why they’d go to such lengths to pursue Pedrick.

“Because of the flower the Saint possesses.”
“What kind of flower could it be….”
“Rayshin.”
“Ah!”
“A treasure that can save ten thousand lives if made into medicine, or kill a hundred thousand if made into poison.”

Roji’s trembling hand gripped her chest.

“Eden is targeting the child’s life, the Saint’s life, and the Rayshin all at once.”

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After sending Roji and the others to safety, Raon headed toward the center where Sheryl had gone.

All of Eden’s executives stationed there had been decapitated, and the Gwangpung Unit along with the carriage had already arrived.

“I’ll explain briefly. Eden is after both the Saint’s life and the child. The Saint left this place with the child to prevent the village’s destruction. They’re likely still being pursued.”

She too seemed to know the circumstances—that the Saint had taken Julius with her. However, she knew nothing of Rayshin.

“There’s one more reason.”

Raon raised his hand.

“Eden is also after Rayshin, which the Saint possesses.”
“Rayshin….”

The swordsmen’s expressions darkened further upon hearing that name.

“They’re after the child, the Saint, and Rayshin too? These ghosts are far too greedy for their own good.”

Sheryl laughed coldly and clenched her fist.

“Eckon, Raon. You two protect Ensia and the citizens of Letran alongside the swordsmen.”
“Understood!”
“….”

Eckon answered immediately, but Raon approached Sheryl without a word.

“I’m going with you.”
“This isn’t a game.”

Sheryl frowned and shook her head.

“According to what we’ve heard, there are at least four Master-class spirits. In reality, there are likely more pursuing the Saint. You can’t handle this.”
“I owe the Saint a debt of life-saving grace.”

Raon stepped closer.

“If I don’t repay it, I’m no better than a beast.”
“You….”
“Please give me a chance.”

Sheryl’s pupils trembled faintly at the gravity in my tone.

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