The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 419

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Chapter 419

-Krrgh….

Wrath gazed up at the yellowed castle walls of the Lower Castle, letting out a pained groan.

-A place that left filthy memories for the True Demon King.

The worst moment of his demonic life came flooding back—when that bastard Raon had sold his own name to pressure Sloth in reverse.

‘Damn it….’

Since becoming like this, there had been few moments he enjoyed besides eating delicious food, but never had he regretted his inability to speak more than at that moment.

Raon placed a hand on Wrath’s head and smacked his lips.

‘Really? It was one of my best memories.’

Thanks to coming to the Lower Castle, I’d built valuable connections, rescued Yua, and received countless rewards. Especially Sloth.
Unlike Wrath, the Lower Castle had been a land of fortune for me.

Raon crossed through the castle gates of the Lower Castle, bathed in the thunderous cheers of knights and scouts pouring down like sunlight.

“Waaaaaaah!”
“It’s been so long!”
“We can’t call you the Sword Ghost anymore! Welcome, White Sword Dragon!”
“You’ve grown taller!”
“We’ve kept hearing rumors about you, Raon!”

The scouts inside the castle gates waved their hands with warm smiles of welcome.

“Yua’s here too!”
“Yua!”
“Why did you take so long!”
“We’ve missed the food you make!”
“Has everyone been well?”

Yua beamed at the Rangers bouncing excitedly at the sight of her.

‘I recognize every face here.’

Since I had started as a member of the Scout Unit when I first arrived at the Lower Castle, all of their faces were familiar to me.

“It’s been a while.”

Raon gave a small bow in response to their cheers.

Word of my return must have spread, because not only the Scout Unit and knights came rushing out, but residents living in the Lower Castle as well.
My ears rang from the thunderous roar of countless people erupting simultaneously.

“Wow….”

Burren stared at the gathered crowd with his mouth hanging open wide enough for a fly to enter.

“What exactly did you do to make people like you this much?”

He clicked his tongue, remarking that it looked like witnessing the return of a hero.

“One person creates a demon woman, and the other becomes a hero wherever he goes.”

Martha covered her ears and frowned.

“Why don’t you just stay here? The Lower Castle feels like your hometown.”

She had heard the epithet “demon woman” before coming here, and her horns were firmly raised in irritation.

‘You’re called a demon woman because of your own personality….’

Martha’s epithet as a demon woman came from the vicious temperament and poison she displayed during sparring matches. It was the result of her own actions, yet I couldn’t understand why she complained about it constantly.

“North. Cold.”

Lunan’s eyes sparkled as he glanced around eagerly.

“Ice cream!”

She muttered to herself that there must be a wonderful ice cream shop here, peering past the crowds at the buildings around us.
Of course, unfortunately no ice cream shop existed within this place, but such vibrant energy was a rare sight I hadn’t witnessed even once a year, so I simply let her be.

“Everything’s so strange, I’m telling you.”

As I exhaled softly and moved forward, a familiar elderly man with a headscarf wrapped around his forehead approached from my right side. He was the manager of the tavern Frost’s Branch and Yua’s grandfather.

“Wow! Grandfather!”

Yua even used a movement technique as she charged toward the manager and threw herself at him.

“Hup!”

The manager bent his knees and gently caught Yua as she rushed toward him.

“Hehe! This girl’s grown so much it’s hard to hold her now!”

He held Yua tightly and smoothed out his wrinkled expression.

“I missed you so much!”

Yua rubbed her cheek against the manager’s chest, her eyes glistening with tears.

“I missed you too. Welcome back.”

The manager patted Yua’s back as she sniffled, his smile radiating warmth.

“Ahem!”

Julius turned his head away and covered his mouth, moved by the reunion between Yua and Grandfather.

The Restaurant Manager had a brief conversation with Yua and approached Raon.

“Thank you for taking good care of that tomboy.”

He bowed his head before he could even say anything.

Don’t do this.

Raon helped the Restaurant Manager to his feet and shook his head.

“She’s such a vibrant child that we’re actually drawing strength from her presence.”

I meant it sincerely. Yua possessed a brightness and goodness that, much like Sylvia, created a warm atmosphere wherever she went.
The Annex Building had grown filled with more laughter since Yua’s arrival.

“Yua, why don’t you go ahead and rest with your Grandfather?”
“Is that really okay?”
“Of course. We’ll head to Frost’s Branch later.”
“Yes! I’ll have something delicious ready for you!”

Yua, muttering about needing to boost sales after so long, linked her arm through the Restaurant Manager’s and headed toward Frost’s Branch.

‘Hmm.’

I tilted my head, observing Wrath draped across my shoulders.

‘What’s gotten into him?’
-What are you talking about?
‘Normally you’d be saying something like [Go order the Restaurant Manager’s pineapple pizza at once!], yet you’re just sitting there quietly.’
-Those two need time to talk with each other. Why would the True Demon King interfere?

Wrath snorted, saying that since they hadn’t met in so long, grandfather and granddaughter needed time to converse.

‘This fellow is truly incomprehensible.’

Though he usually acted childish, moments like these where he showed such sincerity made it impossible to hate him.

-The True Demon King is not a glutton!
‘Ah, you’re definitely a glutton. That much is certain.’
-How dare you!

I smiled as I gently pushed Wrath’s bridge of his nose as he rushed at me.

While I and the Demon King of Wrath were batting at each other’s noses, Dorian’s eyes trembled with anxiety.

Dorian glanced around the Lower Castle, where my name echoed endlessly, and rubbed his stomach pouch nervously.

‘What is this….’

I fought alongside them, so why am I being treated so differently?

When Lower Castle became hell, I fought without sleep until the very end, just like Raon.
I didn’t just swing a sword—I rolled logs, hurled boulders, and distributed supplies, yet I never expected to be treated as if I didn’t exist.

‘I acknowledge that the Lord is amazing. Of course I do. But….’

Not a single person is looking for me—that’s too much!

Among the countless people surrounding the Gwangpung Unit, not one voice called out Dorian’s name instead of Raon’s.

The trauma of being ignored when I returned to the Family Estate after finishing the test at Lower Castle came flooding back, and my eyes grew moist.

‘This is really too unfair!’

My fists trembled with rising fury when I heard a small voice calling my name from somewhere.

“Dorian!”
“Huh?”

It wasn’t a mistake. Someone was definitely looking for me.
I turned toward the voice and saw a middle-aged man in a white windbreaker waving his hand—Radin, the captain of the 3rd Scout Squad I had been assigned to when I first arrived at Lower Castle.

“Captain Radin!”

Dorian broke into a wide smile and rushed toward Radin. Upon meeting someone who welcomed me for the first time, my heart pounded heavily.

“It’s been a while, Dorian!”
“You’re the only one I can count on, Captain.”

I felt the bridge of my nose sting as I nodded.

“You haven’t changed much. You look the same as before.”
“That’s not true. I’ve changed a lot!”

If he hadn’t recognized me because I’d changed, I could understand it, but hearing that I looked the same made me feel even sadder.

“But….”
“Yes?”
“Do you happen to have those yellow apples you shared with us back then? It’s been years, but I still can’t forget that taste….”

Radin smacked his lips, saying the yellow apples were so delicious that he kept thinking about them.

‘So he didn’t recognize me—he recognized me because of the apples?’

Veins bulged across Dorian’s forehead. Something about that smug bastard pretending to know him felt off.

“Apples? Of course I do.”

I released the anger I’d been holding back and thrust my hand into my ship’s storage pouch. I pulled out an entire box of apples and smashed it down onto Radin’s head.

Crash!

The apple box crumbled to dust, and Radin screamed, tumbling backward.

“Ugh….”
“Eat them all!”

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Knock! Knock!

Lepon Robert pounded fiercely on the office door of Derus Robert.

“Father! Father!”

He struck the door repeatedly, calling out to Derus inside.

“Come in.”

After a moment, a warm voice flowed from within the room.

“Yes!”

Lepon Robert straightened his uniform and opened the office door.

“Lepon.”

Derus Robert set down the pen he’d been holding and looked up. His eyes gleamed with gentle warmth.

“The way you came rushing in so urgently tells me this is about Raon, doesn’t it?”
“That’s right!”

Lepon Robert nodded vigorously. Ever since the Six Emperors duel, he’d come to respect Raon even more, and there was no one in the family who didn’t know how much he admired him.

“What remarkable feat has Raon accomplished this time to make your face glow so brightly?”
“Do you know of the Arian Family?”
“Of course I do.”
“Raon went to the Arian Family and eliminated the corrupt executives who were destroying it, and even dealt with the Phantom Soul Ghost that was attacking the family….”

He recounted all the rumors of how Raon had saved the Arian Family and driven away the Phantom Soul Ghost and the undead.

“I see. He truly is a remarkable friend.”

Derus listened attentively to the story about Raon that his youngest son had brought, then nodded slowly.

“And now you’ve become his true fan.”
“I’ve been a true fan all along! The uniform with his autograph is still hanging on my wall!”

Lepon laughed heartily, saying he dusted the uniform with Raon’s autograph once a day, and chuckled.

“I admire Raon’s martial prowess, but what truly amazes me is how multiple forces moved to protect him in his moment of crisis. My heart swells with such pride….”
“Your heart swells with pride?”
“Yes! There’s no other way to describe it!”

He placed his hand on his left chest where his heart was, his expression bright with excitement.

“Raon is my goal. I want to follow in his footsteps and one day stand on the same battlefield as him.”
“I think you’ve said that before….”

Derus Robert smiled gently and gestured to Lepon.

“If you want to become like Raon the swordsman, you shouldn’t be here right now, should you?”
“Ah….”
“You skipped training again and went out!”
“I-I’ll leave right away!”

Lepon bowed his head and quickly left the office.

Tap.

The moment the office door closed, Derus Robert’s eyes—which had been smiling like a foolish father—froze over like ice.

“Siris.”

At his call, a black shadow rose from the floor. The undulating shadow surged upward, taking the form of a handsome young man with striking long black hair.

“You called for me?”

The man called Siris knelt and bowed his head.

“How is the information gathering on Raon Zigheart and the Gwangpung Unit progressing?”
“We’re collecting everything without leaving a single hair behind. Through this incident, we’ve learned that the Lower Castle, Owen, and the Cheoljeon Unit are behind him—quite a significant harvest.”
“What about Valcar?”
“There’s a rumor that Valcar’s mage came at Princess Jeina’s request. It seems he has a connection with Princess Jeina rather than Morel.”
“They didn’t seem to have a good relationship….”

Derus frowned as he recalled Raon and Princess Jeina as he had seen them in Owen.

“When I inquired with the Black Market, it appeared they were concealing important information about Raon.”
“That makes sense—Raon has done them favors before. As I mentioned, never blindly trust information from the Black Market. Always suspect it first.”
“I shall do so.”

Siris nodded.

Sizzle.

Derus removed his black leather gloves. Sticky blood dripped from the back of his hand, connected to the gloves like spider silk.
He clenched the blood in his fist and let out a sinister smile.

“Captured the Phantom Soul Ghost, huh….”
“Surely not for real?”
“Rimer must have helped. Even with growth, he’d only be at Master rank.”
“Master rank at twenty? What a solitary genius walking this world alone.”

Siris whistled and shrugged his shoulders.

“That one isn’t a genius—he’s a monster. Beyond human comprehension. But it seems we won’t need to step in directly anymore.”

Derus Robert watched the blood still trickling from the back of his hand, flexing his fingers.

“I share that assessment.”

Siris continued, smacking his lips.

“Raon Zigheart has made enemies of four of the Six Emperors. The remaining one doesn’t get along with Zigheart either, so we can say all of them have their eyes on him. It would be wise to use them.”
“You’re right.”

Derus Robert nodded slowly, seeming pleased with Siris’s judgment.

“Which one do you think we should support?”
“Obviously Eden or the White Blood Cult. The Black Tower has moved, but they lack the grudge compared to those two.”
“Unfortunately, no.”

He closed his eyes as if disagreeing.

“Eden is obsessed with restoration, and the White Blood Cult is mad with doctrine—neither has strong camaraderie. They’ve likely already forgotten and are preparing other plans.”
“Then….”
“We should watch the Nambuk Alliance.”
“But they’re just sitting around collecting tribute….”
“Not the Nambuk Alliance itself, but Siran, the vice-chairman of the Elder Council.”

Derus Robert spoke the name of someone belonging to the Nambuk Alliance.

“Would a man who lost his only grandson sit idle? I don’t think so.”

Tiller, Siran’s grandson, had toyed with the life of a Cheongru tribesman before being torn apart by Raon.
Unlike the other Six Emperors, the Nambuk Alliance retained their humanity, so they would be preparing revenge for their blood relative.

“Find out what Siran and the Elder Council are doing, and approach them carefully.”
“Understood.”

Siris nodded and disappeared into shadow, just as he had when he first appeared.

“Enjoy yourself while you can.”

Derus Robert pressed his hand against the wound on the back of his hand, squeezing blood from it by force as a dizzy smile spread across his face.

“Because you won’t have much time left.”

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The Gwangpung Unit and the knights came to a halt in front of the Castle Lord’s Mansion erected in the center of Lower Castle.

Milend smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the knights and swordsmen.

“You’ve all worked hard. I’m giving you a week of vacation, so rest well!”
“Wooooooo!”

At his command, the knights removed their helmets and cheered.

“Same goes for us!”

Rimer, now fully alert, raised his hand.

“You’ve worked hard, so think of it as a vacation and enjoy yourselves!”
“R-rest? But Raon will cause chaos…”
“That’s true.”
“Vice Commander, can’t you stop him?”
“Ahem…”

The Gwangpung Unit swordsmen cast pleading glances at Rimer, but he simply cleared his throat and turned his head away, pretending not to notice.

“That short-pants fool….”
“He doesn’t do anything properly.”
“A gambling elf with protagonist syndrome.”
“Lala….”

Rimer hummed a tune, paying no mind to whatever the Gale Wind Squad was muttering.

“Lord Lectar. Shall we go? I have some decent liquor.”

Milland smiled, gesturing toward the mansion.

“It seems I’ll have to impose on the Castle Lord today.”

The Sword Ghost chuckled softly and nodded. The two were similar in age and had built considerable rapport during their travels.

“Hmm….”

He paused as he was about to follow Milland into the mansion and looked at me.

“Might I ask one favor?”
“Please, speak.”
“This fellow is rather shy by nature. Could you take him along and show him around the Lower Castle?”

The Sword Ghost pushed Mustan forward.

“Master!”
“What would you do there while the Castle Lord and I share drinks?”
“That is….”
“There are few places as saturated with the scent of blood and battle as this. Look around and think about what battles took place here, and how you would have prevented them.”

He seemed to believe this would be valuable experience, instructing Mustan to find lessons in this place.

“Understood.”

Mustan wasn’t entirely pleased, but having received considerable help from the Sword Ghost, and seeing this wasn’t an unreasonable request, he nodded.

“I’m coming too!”

Rimer grinned and tagged along behind the Sword Ghost and Milland.

“Are you really going through with this?”
“Hey, you gambling addict!”
“Lazy elf!”

The Gwangpung Unit shouted at Rimer, but he never once looked back, instead disappearing with quickened strides.

“Today is….”

I stepped in front of the Gwangpung Unit and narrowed my eyes slightly. I’d only said the word “today,” yet terror flooded into everyone’s pupils.

“Rest day.”
“Rest day?”
“Really?”
“What’s the occasion?”

The Gwangpung Unit widened their eyes at the unexpected announcement, continuing to ask if I was serious.

“You’ve all worked hard. Rest until the day after tomorrow.”

I needed time to visit Sloth, so I’d planned to give them rest from the start.

“The Dormitory location—the scout captain who got marked with a box by Dorian earlier will tell you.”

I pointed at Radin, who was eating an apple while clutching his head in apology, then turned away.

“We’re done here. Let’s go.”

I gestured to Mustan.

“Since you’re probably annoyed too, I’ll make this quick.”
“….”

Mustan twisted his lips but followed behind me. He seemed intent on obeying his master’s words regardless.

I retraced my memories and showed Mustan around various parts of the Lower Castle.

At first, he seemed to be enduring it reluctantly, but each time residents we hadn’t seen in a while greeted us warmly, his complexion darkened like a catfish dwelling in a stream.

‘This is annoying.’

The Sword Ghost likely made this request hoping I’d grow closer to his disciple, but no matter how I think about it, there’s no way I’m getting friendly with this pathetic wretch.

To finish quickly, I casually toured the castle before climbing up onto the Castle Wall.

“This is the Castle Wall of Lower Castle. At the beginning of the year, it becomes a place of absolute chaos holding back thousands of monsters pouring in. Someone like you should be able to smell the blood essence embedded in this land.”
“….”

Mustan still didn’t open his mouth. He merely squinted his eyes while gazing at the Snowy Plain stained with blood marks.

“This is the last one. I’ve shown you everything, so now do as you please.”
“Raon Zigheart.”

As I waved my hand and turned to leave, Mustan’s voice reached me for the first time.

“Stop approaching Master any further.”

His voice dripped with jealousy. Even without turning around, I could picture his expression.

“Hah….”

I exhaled a short sigh and turned back. Mustan’s face was far more contorted than I expected as he released a murky breath.

“You changed Master! He was never like this before!”
“Get your facts straight. I didn’t approach Lectar. Lectar came to me.”
“Even when he showed interest in others’ swordsmanship, he only looked at me, but you—you dared to—”

Mustan screamed that the Sword Ghost had originally been kind only to him, and that you ruined everything.

“When he teaches, he gives you advice about swordsmanship, but gives me nothing but picked-clean fish bones!”
“Fool.”

That’s complete nonsense.

The Sword Ghost gave me advice about swordsmanship, then taught Mustan why he gave that advice and what changes resulted from it.

The depth and frequency of instruction were incomparable, yet he was throwing an absurd tantrum.

I met Mustan’s gaze.
The jealousy radiating from his tilted eyes felt like it was touching my skin.

‘In a certain sense, that’s quite impressive.’

Having lived through both my past and present lives, I’d witnessed countless individuals, but never before had I seen someone so consumed by jealousy.
Just as Wrath had said about his serpentine nature, his eyes themselves appeared to have vertical pupils like a reptile’s.

“That’s enough.”

Though I burned with the desire to strike that face, I had to visit Sloth, and the Sword Ghost would handle matters on his own, so I waved my hand dismissively.

“Your master is a fool—don’t you dare covet another’s teacher!”
“….”

I stopped in my tracks.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to fight again?”
“What?”
“I’ll give you the chance.”

Above my crimson eyes, a chilling azure fury that overwhelmed jealousy flickered and danced.

“You need a proper beating.”

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