The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 259

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Chapter 259

The moment Chad, leader of the Bi-Yeon Society, stepped out of the Patriarch’s Hall, he bolted toward the uppermost floor of the Bi-Yeon Society building.

In an elegantly appointed office overlooking the entire Zigheart Main Residence, a middle-aged woman with long white hair neatly tied back and round spectacles perched on her nose was absorbed in reading a book no larger than her palm.

“Leader!”

Chad thrust his face forward toward the white-haired woman.

“I’m not interested in your face. Step back.”

The middle-aged woman pushed Chad’s face away without lifting her eyes from the page.

“And the leader of the Bi-Yeon Society is no longer me—it’s you now. How much longer will you keep calling me that?”
“Ah, yes. I apologize. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Chad’s face flushed as he bowed his head.

“Then, Alisa.”
“What?”

For the first time, the gaze of the woman called Alisa turned toward Chad.

“We have a serious problem!”
“I see. If you’re this flustered, it must be no trivial matter. However….”

Alisa sighed and closed her book.

“As I said before, I am no longer the head of the Bi-Yeon Society—you are. It is you who must make decisions and judgments. If you continue seeking my counsel and merely follow my thoughts, you will never grow.”

She patted Chad’s shoulder as a grandmother might console her grandchild.

“I understand, but….”
“Then that settles it. This place is where the previous leader of the Bi-Yeon Society comes to rest, so be on your way.”

She muttered something about not bothering a retired person and waved her hand dismissively.

“War!”

Chad cried out in alarm.

“The Patriarch intends to wage war!”
“Huh?”

Alisa dropped her book with a soft thud, clearly caught off guard.

“War? Now?”
“N-not now, but three years from now.”
“Hmm, explain yourself.”

Alisa removed her glasses and turned in her seat. The transformation was immediate—the gentle, middle-aged woman vanished, replaced by the fierce warrior’s gaze of one who had held the Bi-Yeon Society in her grasp and raced across the Continent.

“This time, the Gwangpung Unit….”

Chad recounted everything that had transpired at the Gazel River and within the Patriarch’s Hall.

“It seems those three hold Raon Zigheart in particularly high regard. Not merely because of his exceptional talent, but as though he were someone special to them….”
“Hehe!”

Alisa smiled softly at Chad.

“D-don’t laugh! I’m serious!”
“You’re still so naive.”
“What?”
“You’re misreading them entirely.”

She waved her hand dismissively and leaned back in her chair.

“The Patriarch is far colder than he appears. He wouldn’t hesitate to discard even his own children for his goals. Just recently, that ruthless gaze and presence of his remained unchanged—what nonsense are you spouting?”
“But he truly intends to obliterate the Nambuk Alliance because of Raon!”
“That has nothing to do with the Nambuk Alliance.”

Alisa laughed outright.

“No, seriously….”
“You know who I am, don’t you?”
“Y-yes….”
“Tell me.”
“You are Alisa, the White Hawk, the Queen of Information who has always led Zigheart to victory!”

Chad straightened his posture as if he’d done this many times before, proclaiming Alisa’s epithet.

“That’s right. I’m Alisa. You don’t trust me?”

Even Alisa’s gentle tone had reverted to her younger self.

“The Patriarch, the Heavenly Sword Master, and Roen are angry because those Nambuk Alliance vermin overstepped their bounds without knowing their place. They’re just wounded in pride that Zigheart’s name was disrespected.”
“I, I thought the same at first, but only when it comes to Raon….”
“Tsk. Who am I?”

Alisa frowned and smacked her lips.

“The Queen of Information! The White Hawk, Alisa!”
“Right. I’m Alisa. Have you seen the Patriarch much? I’ve seen the Patriarch much more.”
“The White Hawk Alisa has seen him far more!”
“Then whose word is correct?”
“Usually yours would be right, but this time it’s really….”
“Tsk!”
“The White Hawk Alisa is correct!”

Chad bowed his head with his eyes tightly shut.

‘That’s not actually right.’

Glen, Sheryl, and Roen weren’t merely angered by a territorial breach—they emanated the lethal atmosphere of parents whose beloved child had been struck by outsiders.
They seemed ready to obliterate the entire Nambuk Alliance, yet Alisa failed to grasp this.

“Um….”
“What now.”
“They showed little interest when it came to Rimer, but the moment Raon’s name was mentioned, they all erupted in fury….”
“Sigh, Chad. Chad.”

Alisa exhaled with a pitying gaze.

“Not only the Patriarch, but the Heavenly Sword Master is equally cold-blooded. Even if we’ve built rapport through shared missions, she’s not the type to volunteer for the vanguard over something so trivial.”
“Ugh…”
“Roen is even more so. He hasn’t touched assassination in decades. And now he’s going to pick it up again because of Raon? Does that make any sense?”
“But information about Raon has been going directly to the Patriarch’s Hall from before…”
“It’s natural to take interest in Raon. He’s the youngest Master with exceptional talent, after all. But starting a war over that boy? That’s absurd. Think about it logically!”

She shook her hand firmly, denying it.

“Ugh!”

Chad swallowed a groan.

‘Logic.’

Yes. Logically, it made no sense.

A war breaking out just because someone touched Raon? It shouldn’t happen. Yet that bewildering situation was actually unfolding.

“Do you understand now?”
“But really…”
“This bastard…”
“No! The White Hawk Alisa is right!”

Chad merely nodded at Alisa’s piercing gaze.

“War doesn’t happen so easily. Especially not for Zigheart, which finds it difficult to move.”
“Because of the mediators.”
“That’s one reason, certainly.”

Alisa nodded.

“In any case, there won’t be a war. The Nambuk Alliance will handle it themselves.”
“If they handle it…”
“When you think about it, Tiller is dead, so they should be pressing us for answers, but they’re quiet. They’re keeping their mouths shut because they’re afraid of us.”
“I’m aware of that.”

Chad nodded. If Zigheart truly decided to act, they could erase the Nambuk Alliance. But since they were also one of the Oma, the cost would be devastating for both sides.

“Damage? Of course there will be considerable losses. But not as much as you think.”
“Pardon? But….”
“I haven’t properly explained to you the martial prowess of those above.”

Alisa smiled faintly, as if to say that since things had come to this, she might as well elaborate.

“Roen said he could assassinate Demon King Roman in a single night, didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“That’s an exaggeration.”
“Of course I’m aware….”
“But in about four days, it’s 100% possible. Sheryl probably exaggerated as well. However, the Patriarch is different.”

She smiled coldly, pointing not at the ceiling, but at the sky beyond it.

“If the Patriarch steps forward personally, the North-South Alliance will be annihilated.”

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I returned to Doran Village after purchasing the necessary items for Rimer from a nearby city. Fortunately, nothing had gone amiss—the Gwangpung Unit’s second squad and the villagers greeted me with smiles.

“Raon.”

Lunan, who had been atop the Spire, leaped down and rushed toward me. Her eyes were more intensely unfocused than usual.

‘She must have had a rough time.’

Seeing her pupils undulating like waves, it appeared she had overexerted herself using her mental power.

“Did you find it?”
“Yes. Thank you for guarding this place.”
“Mm.”

Upon thanking her, Lunan offered the faintest of smiles. Just as she was nodding, she suddenly collapsed.

“Huh?”

I caught Lunan as she collapsed and immediately checked her condition. There were no wounds to speak of—it was pure exhaustion from overextending her stamina and aura.

“Lunan?”
“She hasn’t slept, sir.”

Ebi, the vice-captain of Unit 2, approached and let out a weary sigh.

“Ever since the Unit Master left the village, she hasn’t closed her eyes once. She’s been guarding this place the entire time.”
“I see.”

I smiled as I watched Lunan’s breathing grow shallow and rhythmic.

‘There was no need to push herself that hard.’

I had asked her to keep watch carefully, but I never expected her to forgo sleep entirely. Gratitude and guilt welled up simultaneously, and I gently patted her back.

“What about the Unit Master?”
“He still hasn’t awakened, sir. His condition remains unchanged. Neither improving nor deteriorating.”
“I’ll take Lunan to the dormitory.”

After laying Lunan on a dormitory bed, I checked on Rimer. Just as Ebi had said, his condition hadn’t changed one bit since he collapsed.

‘This isn’t good.’

The dantian trembles as if it might shatter, and the mana circuit, constricted in its worst state, must still be eating away at Rimer’s lifespan even now.

The only thing we could do right now was use aura to revitalize his body, since we couldn’t begin treatment until Rimer woke up.

Raon operated the magic stone to massage and loosen Rimer’s entire body, then came back outside. By then, Martha and Team 1 had already returned.

“I knew it. You were here after all.”

Martha approached with a furrowed brow.

“We couldn’t find it. I searched two entire cities from top to bottom, but there’s no such elixir to be found.”
“I couldn’t find it. I searched two cities from top to bottom, but there was no such elixir anywhere.”

She sighed, saying it was a truly annoying rare item.

“Instead, I found an artifact that reduces the stimulation to the dantian and mana circuits. It won’t be much, but it should help that man a little.”

Martha withdrew a golden bracelet. The aura emanating from it was considerable—this was no ordinary artifact. It seemed to be at least of Unique grade.

Raon accepted the bracelet and nodded.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Items like this couldn’t be common. Though I spoke lightly, she must have gone through considerable trouble to find it.

“Hard work my foot.”

Martha snorted and turned her head slightly away.

“What about you?”
“I saved him.”
“Really? You actually did?”
“Yes.”
“Phew….”

Martha exhaled deeply and sank to the ground.

“Thank goodness.”

She pressed her hand to her chest, her lips slightly protruding. Her pronunciation was odd—whether her tongue had loosened or her tension had eased, I couldn’t tell.

“Goodness?”
“Huh?”
“You just said thank goodness like that….”
“I, I never did!”
“Everyone heard it, didn’t they?”
“S, shut up!”

Martha shook her head vigorously in denial and bolted toward the interior of the village.

“Heading to the Dormitory?”
“I said shut up!”

Her face flushed crimson, she raised her fist and sprinted toward the Dormitory.

“I’ve never seen the unit leader act so adorably before.”
“Thank goodness, you say….”
“She uses that tone of voice very rarely.”

The members of Unit 1 burst into laughter watching Martha. Once they learned that Rimer could be saved, the tension seemed to drain from all of them.

-You certainly have a talent for mocking others.

Wrath smacked his lips.

-Want to try out the Demon King of Ridicule? The demons in the Demon Realm would absolutely lose themselves laughing.

He kept insisting that we absolutely had to visit the Demon Realm later so he could show the other demons a real evil spirit.

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That evening.
Burren arrived at the village clutching the spiritual elixir the family had provided.

“I managed to obtain it, but I’m not sure if it will work.”

He exhaled a sigh as he held out the elixir and the golden token.

“It’s fine. I already saved him.”
“Y-you already saved him?”

Burren’s mouth fell open in disbelief.

“You really went into the dungeon and brought him back?”
“It was no joke!”

Dorian stepped forward in my place, spreading his hands wide.

“We even met Roengrin, who had become a ghost, and fought an Apostle!”
“A-an Apostle?”
“An Apostle of the White Blood Cult?”

Everyone’s eyes widened in shock when Raon casually mentioned that he’d secured the Soul Elixir.

“Now that everyone’s here, I suppose I can tell you.”
“Let me do it!”

Dorian panted like a puppy placed before food, eager to recount everything that had transpired in the Wizard Dungeon.

“Go ahead.”

At my nod, Dorian grinned widely and stepped before the Gwangpung Unit.

“First, let me tell you about discovering the dungeon. We….”

Dorian recounted everything he had witnessed and experienced in the dungeon without omitting a single detail.

“Wow….”
“The 4th Apostle is a Master-rank demon, isn’t it?”
“Is it even possible to kill an Apostle with just three people?”
“What, is he a Grand Master or something?”
“This is insane. Absolutely insane.”

The Gwangpung Unit fell silent for a long while upon hearing that the Apostle had been defeated by three people.

“…And so, thanks to Roengrin’s generosity, we were able to bring out even his legacy. He was a bit frightening, but he was a good person.”

Dorian sniffled, missing the ghost. It was amusing that the one who had refused to let go of the white marble desk would say such things.

“I find that more incredible than defeating the Apostle.”
“Right? How do you even get a ghost to help you?”
“When you’re capable, anything becomes possible.”

The Gwangpung Unit gasped in amazement at the fact that they’d brought back all of Roengrin’s legacy.

“So we can save the Unit Master with the Soul Elixir we obtained there, right?”

Burren, who had been holding his breath at the news of defeating the Apostle, finally regained his composure and asked.

“Yes. He should be able to return to his former state, at least.”
“Phew, now I can finally breathe easy.”

Burren exhaled a sigh of relief and offered a small smile.

“Of course, if you choose to do so….”

I was about to mention the artificial dantian when it happened.

“He’s awake!”

Martha, who had been keeping watch beside Rimer, cried out.

“The unit leader is awake!”

Without hesitation, everyone from the Gwangpung Unit rushed to the Dormitory.

“Mm….”

Upon entering the Dormitory, Rimer was struggling to sit up, his body swaying. His complexion was deathly pale, and his breathing came in ragged gasps—a far cry from his usual composed demeanor.

“Why do you all look so serious? Did I sleep in too long?”

He attempted to brush off the situation with a faint smile, but the tremor in his brow betrayed the pain he was enduring.

“We all know.”

I sat down before Rimer and shook my head.

“You don’t need to hide it anymore.”
“Hide what? It’s not that serious. I’ll be fine after some rest….”
“We know everything.”

I grasped his trembling shoulders.

“Sigh….”

Rimer exhaled and lay back down.

“Damn it! I wanted to show you all only the perfect, handsome side of your unit leader! And now this!”

He thrashed about like a petulant child, lamenting that he had to reveal such an unsightly state.

“I’ve only ever seen you in such an unsightly state.”
“That’s right. All I learned was that I shouldn’t live like that.”
“Yeah.”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan tilted their heads as if asking what they were talking about.

“That’s basically killing me all over again. My heart hurts more than my body. Ugh!”

Rimer clutched his chest and rose to his feet.

“Anyway, it’s fine! I can recover if I get plenty of rest when we return.”

As he tried to brush it off, I laid out the golden bracelet Martha had brought, the tears of Sheti that Burren had received, and the Spirit Restoration Pill we’d found in the dungeon, one by one.

“What is this?”
“These are the items we’ve gathered.”

I explained to Rimer everything that had happened in the meantime.

“You went to the Branch without rest, searched through two entire cities, stayed awake to protect me? And….”

Rimer’s gaze passed over Burren, Martha, and Lunan before finally settling on me.

“You defeated an Apostle and even brought back Roengrin’s legacy….”

His emotions seemed to overflow as he bit his lips firmly and lowered his head.

“I’m truly ashamed. This is the first time I’ve felt this way. It’s wonderful, yet embarrassing, my chest burns with warmth, but I can’t lift my face.”

Rimer’s voice trembled faintly. He seemed unable to contain his emotions.

“Since I’ve only received help from you until now, there should be days like this occasionally.”

I smiled faintly as I watched Rimer’s embarrassment.

‘He’s given me countless forms of assistance.’

Rimer had provided me with innumerable guidance and help—from basic martial arts to the Ten Thousand Techniques, various sword techniques, and footwork.
He’d saved my life more than once, and taught me about human emotions as well, so I didn’t feel that even this much repaid the debt of gratitude I owed him.

“Master Rimer. Now it is time for you to choose.”
“Choose?”
“If you consume Sheryl’s tears and the Spirit Restoration Elixir, your constricted mana circuits will recover, and you should be able to return to your former body. Of course, if you exert as much power as you did when fighting Roman, an incident like this will occur again.”
“That would be the case.”
“However….”

I withdrew the artificial core from my embrace and placed it before Rimer.

“If you shatter your core yourself and use this artificial core instead, you will need to gather your aura from the beginning anew, and extensive training will be necessary. But you should be able to return to before your core was damaged—to when you were called the Radiant Sword of Zigheart.”
“An… artificial core….”
“Choose for yourself what you will do.”

I pushed the elixir and the artificial core forward toward Rimer.

Rimer gazed at the artificial core and the elixir in turn with trembling eyes, then clenched his fist.

“I will….”

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