The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 247

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Chapter 247

The black vessel cut through the rough waves, which still bore the scars of battle, as if its bow were a sharpened blade.

I swept my gaze across the colossal warship whose far end was barely visible, then exhaled sharply.

‘Misfortune…’

I had never seen it with my own eyes before, but I had heard the name Misfortune spoken of.

It was the flagship of Roman Recal, a Grand Master renowned throughout the Nambuk Alliance as a supreme master, and a vessel that had earned the title of invincible, having never recorded a single defeat.

‘There were rumors he was obsessed with martial arts.’

Roman was formidable in strength, but he was equally famous as a martial fanatic who had lost himself entirely to the pursuit of technique. There were even whispers that he had joined the Nambuk Alliance solely to secure a duel contract with the Alliance Lord.

“Ah, Misfortune?”

“Why has Misfortune come all the way here!”

“D-Did Tiller bring it here? What do we do about this….”

The people of Doran Village standing atop the wall trembled as they beheld the dark-hued Misfortune.

“Sh-Shouldn’t we flee right now?”

“It’s already too late. We’ll be caught before we can escape!”

“If we make a move, they’ll sink the ship immediately.”

The Village Chief bit his lower lip firmly.

‘He’s right.’

I nodded in agreement with the Village Chief’s words. Countless gray cannons lined the front and both sides of the Wrath. Even the slightest movement would turn the entire river into a sea of fire with war magic-infused shells.

“Hah.”

Rimer exhaled sharply and turned around. He wore his usual light smile as if he hadn’t been tense at all.

“W-what on earth is happening?”

“Why is a Nambuk Alliance ship coming this way?”

“Who’s aboard that thing….”

“L-Lord Unit Commander.”

The Gwangpung Unit swordsmen trembled, their hands gripping their blades as they were overwhelmed by the formidable aura radiating from the Wrath.

“I don’t know why they’re coming. But I do know who’s aboard that ship.”

Rimer leaned his back against the deck railing and smacked his lips.

“Roman Recal. The closest aide to the Nambuk Alliance Lord and a monster who’s reached Grand Master rank.”

“R-Roman Recal!”

“The Warlord!”

At the mention of Roman Recal’s name, the Gwangpung Unit swordsmen cried out in terror. His reputation was so formidable that everyone present recognized it.

“The Warlord Roman Recal….”

“Even so, we outnumber them!”

Burren swallowed hard, as if he recognized Roman’s name, while Martha displayed her fighting spirit without fear.

“Hmm.”

Lunan, naturally unfamiliar with Roman’s name, simply stared blankly at the approaching ship.

“Ugh….”

Garam trembled far more severely than the villagers, as if instinctively terrified by the aura emanating from Wrath.

“Well, there’s no need to be so tense.”

Rimer waved his hand dismissively.

“We should be able to leave without any trouble.”

He laughed, assuring them nothing serious would happen, then turned back around.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Wrath didn’t slow down even as it approached right in front of the White Spear. It was charging forward with the momentum to pierce and destroy everything in its path.

I watched Wrath fill my entire vision, then closed my eyes. I circulated my aura to examine my body’s condition.

‘Not bad.’

My body bore wounds, my muscles were damaged, and internal injuries had surfaced, but they weren’t critical wounds like when I clashed with Eden.

By continuously circulating the Ring of Fire to restore my body and aura, I had enough strength to continue fighting.

‘I can take down someone at the Master level.’

I couldn’t possibly defeat Roman, but I was confident I could face someone of Tiller’s caliber.

If Rimer held back Roman while I quickly defeated the others and combined our strength, we’d have a chance at victory.

I imagined the battle with Wrath in my mind, then opened my eyes. As expected, Wrath hadn’t stopped. It continued its charge, threatening to split the White Spear in half.

Whoooosh!

I stepped back and raised a barrier of aura to protect the villagers and Garam on the deck.

Crash!

Wrath’s massive body struck the starboard side of the White Spear, crushing more than half the deck before finally coming to a stop.

Boom!

A sound like the earth being torn asunder echoed from above the deck. A white-haired middle-aged man. He had hovered in the air for a moment, surveying the entire white ship, before descending slowly.

His turbid white hair was swept back, and he wore a pitch-black long coat. From the dragon-headed axe gripped in his hand emanated an aura that could cleave the world itself.

Despite the fierce wind, his hair and coat remained unmoved. It was the mark of a warrior refined to perfection, both inside and out.

Raon clenched his teeth.

‘That man is Roman Recal, the Tyrant King.’

An aura that dominated the entire Rabel River. Merely by revealing himself, his power was evident—now I understood why he bore the epithet of Tyrant King.

Boom.

The moment his feet touched the deck, the air shifted once more. An aura that transcended mere pressure flooded outward, as if strangling the very throat of existence.

“Ugh….”

“W-what is this….”

“Gasp!”

The Gwangpung Unit swordsmen gasped for breath, clutching their chests as Roman’s aura washed over them.

Whoosh!

A breeze swept across just before saliva could drip from Roman’s gaping mouth. The cool green wind, distinct from the river’s breath, scattered his aura downward.

“Still bullying the weak, I see.”

Rimer twisted his jaw sideways and smirked.

“They are simply inferior.”

Roman lifted his head without even glancing at the Gwangpung Unit. The two conversed without formal introductions, as if they were already acquainted.

“Where is the master of this ship, and why are you aboard it? Zigheart’s Radiant Sword.”

“Dead.”

Rimer announced Tiller’s death as casually as if reporting on a casual outing.

“Did you kill him?”

Roman showed no surprise. His expression remained unchanged, as though he had anticipated this from the start.

“No. Our unit commander cut him down in a single stroke.”

At those words, Roman’s gaze turned toward Raon for the first time.

A low growl rumbled forth.

Raon bit the inside of his cheek.

‘Incredibly powerful.’

Meeting those dark eyes that seemed to peer into the abyss itself, every hair on my body stood on end. The pressure bearing down on my shoulders grew increasingly intense, and my heart felt crushed beneath its weight.

‘But….’

I had endured far greater pressure than this—not once, but twice. Glen and Wrath. Having overcome the auras of those two monsters, this was nothing. I straightened my spine and met Roman’s gaze directly.

“Hmm.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Roman’s dark eyes. He hadn’t expected me to withstand his aura.

“Who are you….”

“Hey! Long time no see!”

A second figure leaped down from the mast. A man dressed in a gray bear-skin vest. A yellow headband wrapped around his forehead fluttered in the wind, and his smile was refreshing and bright.

Thud.

He performed a somersault through the air before landing lightly on the railing. Unlike Roman, his presence descended with the weightlessness of a feather.

“Raon Zigheart. Right?”

“Rector.”

It was Rector, the unit commander of the Nambuk Alliance whom I had met when I killed the bandit leader and the snake sorcerer during my first mission.

‘He hasn’t changed at all.’

Despite all the time that had passed, his appearance remained virtually unchanged, and so did his attire. The only difference was that tiger hide had become bear hide.

“Kuh! I knew it. Even from a distance, his aura was overflowing!”

Rector exclaimed and nodded his head.

“Raon Zigheart? The Legend Sword Association?”

Roman Recal’s eyes narrowed as he looked over at me.

‘He knew who I was.’

For a warrior of his caliber to know my name, it seemed the epithet “Legend Sword Association” had spread far more widely than I’d anticipated.

“That’s right! The very Legend Sword Association! It was worth bestowing that blessing.”

Rector nodded and grinned.

“Blessing?”

“Yes. You said you hoped your name would be heard across Terucan Mountain and the Rabel River.”

He looked at me and raised his thumb.

“I’m saying this a bit late, but that’s quite a fine blessing. It’s one of the rare good words passed down through the Nambuk Alliance.”

“Should I thank you?”

“No, there’s no need. I did it because I wanted to.”

Rector shrugged his shoulders. As his power had grown stronger, his personality seemed to have become lighter.

“What brings you here?”

“I heard there was something interesting happening down south, so I was forcibly dragging my brother along to check it out, but then I found something even more interesting here.”

He gestured toward the White Spear with a grin.

‘So they didn’t come knowing about this.’

It seemed Roman and Rector hadn’t come with prior knowledge of this situation. Rather, they must have discovered the problem with the White Spear while crossing the Rabel River and came to investigate.

“You two have history, don’t you?”

Rector looked at Rimer and smacked his lips.

“You were smart to run away back then. I didn’t know you were a Sword Master.”

“It’s been a while.”

Rimer nodded at Rector.

“So the owner of this ship is dead?”

“Yes.”

“This is quite a serious matter….”

Rector tilted his head before snapping his fingers.

Boom boom boom boom!

The moment that sound rang out, bandits and water pirates leaped down from the ship in droves. Every last one of them was an expert-class master capable of controlling their aura.

“Why did you kill them?”

Roman Recal’s eyes darkened. The fact that he was asking meant he was willing to listen.

“That is….”

“I will explain.”

Just as Rimer was about to speak, I stepped forward. I was the one most deeply involved in this affair. I had to explain it myself.

“This entire matter began with Tiller’s greed….”

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Rector watched me unravel the incident that had occurred at the Gazel River, his lips curling slightly.

‘That idiot never changes.’

Tiller had always been unable to see the bigger picture, obsessing only over trivial matters. Despite being the fourth disciple of the Alliance Leader, he’d been surpassed by the fifth and relegated to this position precisely because he lacked the capacity to comprehend his own limitations.

I’d heard recently that he’d been subjugating several rivers and villages, so I thought perhaps he’d finally come to his senses. But no—he committed a brainless act and lost his head to Zigheart’s prodigy. It was such a fitting death for an idiot that I couldn’t help but laugh.

‘He died well.’

Though Tiller was a candidate for succession, the probability of him becoming the next Alliance Leader was virtually zero. He wasn’t part of my faction, and he was merely someone who would drain the Alliance’s strength. His early death was actually satisfying.

‘That man will be furious, though….’

The man who had played the greatest role in making Tiller a disciple of the Alliance Leader—Tiller’s grandfather and a member of the Elder Council—would certainly raise hell, but that was none of my concern.

‘But setting that aside….’

Rector’s gaze swept across Raon’s entire frame as he calmly explained the situation, and he smiled.

‘He’s grown properly.’

Even back then, he possessed excessive power for his age, but now he’d reached a realm incomparable to that time. A Master at eighteen years old—and one who could match Tiller, who was nearly at the intermediate level. It was almost unbelievable.

‘It was good that I didn’t kill him.’

Rimer, who had been in the tree at that time, had been threatening as well, but I was curious to see how far this genius would go, so I even told him about the North-South Alliance’s blessing. Of course, I never imagined he would grow to this extent.

‘It’s not just about raw strength.’

Watching Roman Recal speak with such composure despite unleashing such a formidable aura, I could see that his spirit had matured far beyond his martial prowess. He resembled a seasoned warrior who had weathered every conceivable trial.

‘I have to admit, I’m envious of that.’

I should have brought him along no matter what it took back then.

In a military organization, the leader’s strength and the number of masters matter greatly, but the exceptional talent of a young prodigy is equally crucial.

Thanks to Raon—who reached Master at eighteen, slew two of Eden’s executives, and now has defeated Tiller—the Zigheart name would soar to the heavens.

‘Though that’s only possible if we survive this.’

Given Roman Recal’s nature, regardless of what crime Tiller may have committed, he would seek to obliterate every last member of Zigheart before him.

Rector leaned his back against the railing, spinning idly.

“I wonder how this will turn out.”

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“…And so I severed Tiller’s head.”

I explained to Roman and the other warriors everything that had happened so far.

“Hmm….”

“So he cast off his human skin.”

“I wondered why we only heard good things about him.”

The Nambuk Alliance warriors also frowned, clearly disgusted by Tiller’s demonic nature—how he had toyed with the lives of an entire race.

“So?”

Yet Roman’s expression remained utterly unchanged. He seemed so composed it was as if he had known this all along.

“You’re saying there’s a reason to kill the Nambuk Alliance’s successor in what you just told me?”

He tilted his jaw as if to say that was all?

“Targeting Zigheart Territory, attacking the peaceful Blue Demons and taking their children hostage to make people fight, then rushing to annihilate us the moment this was exposed. And there’s plenty more where that came from—should I continue?”

I counted off each reason on my fingers.

-Hmm? Weren’t you the one who struck first?

‘Be quiet.’

Everyone who saw it is dead anyway. What matters is crafting a plausible justification and reason.

“No particular reason.”

Roman shook his head dismissively. Though he seemed to disregard even the Zigheart name itself, his commanding presence made it appear fitting.

“You had no intention of listening from the start, then.”

It seemed he had decided not to let me leave from the moment I arrived here.

“The Nambuk Alliance’s successor is dead. Regardless of the reason, it matters not. Blood demands blood—that is the law of the Nambuk Alliance.”

“Ah, are your ears clogged?”

Rimer stepped forward and flicked his ear.

“Your successor threw the first punch and got counterattacked. How can you not understand that?”

“The Mad Swordsman of Zigheart. Do you wish to die?”

“Do you have the confidence to kill me?”

“Stop spouting nonsense. Rumors of your dantian being shattered and becoming a cripple have spread even to the Rabel River.”

“Then shall we make a wager?”

“A wager?”

“Since you mentioned the laws of the Nambuk Alliance, I’ll tell you the legend of the Rabel River.”

He grinned wickedly and pointed toward the surging waves.

“You know the legend that when the Rabel River’s waves strike three times, no ship can survive them, right?”

“I know.”

“I’ll endure the Three Strikes as the legend foretells. If you manage to defeat me, do as you wish with us. But if I withstand the Three Strikes, you must withdraw of your own accord.”

Rimer’s lips curled into a provocative smirk as he goaded Roman Recal.

“Why the silence? Surely you’re not lacking confidence to fell a cripple with a shattered core in three strikes?”

“Your skill at provocation has improved, at least.”

Roman Recal closed his eyes slowly, then opened them and rolled his shoulders back.

“Fine. I’ll take the bait.”

He lifted the crimson axe that had been pressing down upon the deck. The moment he grasped the weapon, his overwhelming presence amplified exponentially.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

As if Roman Recal alone existed in this space, his aura bore down upon the entire deck.

“Master….”

“Ah-ah! Don’t you dare interfere in the adults’ duel.”

As Raon moved toward Rimer, the latter waved his hand.

“Watch from behind.”

“But….”

“Sometimes, you just have to trust me.”

I flashed my usual bright smile and stepped forward to face Roman Recal.

“All of you, fall back.”

Rector also drove back the bandits and pirates who had come onto the ship. He smacked his lips long, as if excited.

“Then let’s begin.”

Roman Recal grasped his prized weapon, the Red Dragon Axe, in both hands and hoisted it overhead. The river wind ceased, and the clouds above split asunder. It felt as though all the world’s energy converged upon him.

“There’s no need to go through three exchanges. I’ll end this with a single strike.”

“That won’t be easy.”

I planted my blade vertically before me, its pristine white surface shimmering with deep emerald radiance.

“I haven’t been idle either.”

“Interesting.”

Roman Recal stomped his foot and brought the axe crashing down, black aura blazing from the crimson blade like raging fire.

Kaaaaaa!

An overwhelming force descended as if the very heavens were collapsing.

Rimer did not retreat even before the devastating strike that warped space itself. He pointed his sword toward the heavens and gestured with his hand toward the river.

“Sword Realm Incarnation.”

His solemn voice resonated through the surroundings, and the flow of the world shifted.

“Eye of the Tempest.”

Beneath the crumbling sky, a blue tempest surged forth.

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