The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 421

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Chapter 421

Crack!

My fist pierced through Mustan’s face with a satisfying impact that shook the snowy plain.

“Shouldn’t we stop this?”

Burren Zigheart swallowed hard as he watched Mustan crumple like a doll with broken legs.

“At this rate, he’s actually going to die.”

While I remained vigorous and energetic, Mustan couldn’t even lift his fists anymore.
His eyes had gone vacant like rotting fish—he’d clearly lost both the strength and will to resist.

“Leave him be. He’ll figure it out on his own.”

Martha snorted dismissively while watching me.

“But he’s the Sword Ghost’s Disciple….”
“Why are you being such a coward? He won’t die from this.”
“He’s already taken over sixty blows! Of course I’m worried! If that guy dies, all hell breaks loose!”
“That weasel wouldn’t lose his composure. Even if he looks angry, he’s got a plan.”

She murmured confidently that there was nothing to worry about, trusting in me.

“No.”

Lunan Slion shook his head, puffing out his cheeks like a frog.

“What do you mean no!”
“He’s angry.”
“What?”
“Raon. He’s genuinely furious.”

She pointed her finger at my eyes.

“Hmm…”

Burren Zigheart and Martha followed Lunan Slion’s finger, examining my eyes.

“Uh… uh…?”
“Th-that’s real. That bastard’s eyes have gone a bit mad….”

The two of them trembled at the sight of my pupils, now gleaming with the same madness as when they operated the Mad Dog Squad.

“Th-that’s the look in his eyes during concentration enhancement training….”
“Ugh… trauma….”
“Why is the unit leader so angry?”
“Right, why did this duel suddenly start?”

The Gwangpung Unit looked around, wondering why this match had begun.

“I didn’t hear either.”

Dorian shook his head, indicating he didn’t know the reason for their fight.

“I know the reason.”

Radin, the captain of the 3rd Scout Squad from the Lower Castle, raised his hand.

“Apparently, the Sword Ghost’s Disciple told Raon that your master is a fool.”

At those words, the entire Gwangpung Unit clamped their mouths shut. They glared at Mustan with eyes burning with the same madness as mine.

“The unit leader is a fool?”
“That bastard insulted our master?”
“That disrespectful son of a bitch….”
“Should we go down and beat him too?”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Unit surged forward with savage intensity, as if ready to join the duel at any moment, then abruptly stopped.

“But….”
“Isn’t that actually true?”
“Right. The Unit Commander does have a bit of a foolish streak….”
“Not a bit—it’s blatant.”
“Then it’s no big deal.”
“Come to think of it, that’s fair.”

Everyone released the momentum they’d been building, agreeing that the words weren’t wrong.

“That’s right. Absolutely fair!”

Martha glared at the Gwangpung Unit, baring her teeth.

“Everyone here knows that man is a fool, but only we can say it!”

She clenched her fists, saying she should have beaten Mustan herself.

“I see. Now I understand why Raon is so angry.”

Burren nodded, looking at me.

“We can insult him all we want. But when others do it, it makes our blood boil. However….”

He let out a groan and bit at his fingernails.

“At this rate he’ll actually die. Should we stop him now?”
“Leave him! He deserves it! If it were me, I’d have slit his throat from the start.”

Martha smacked her lips, disappointed she couldn’t fight directly.

“It’s fine.”

Lunan peered down below the castle and shook her head.

“Raon. He’s vented now.”

She blinked as she watched me strike Mustan’s waist.

“Are you really sure about this?”
“Yeah. I’ll take it easy from now on.”

I chuckled softly as I heard Lunan Slion’s voice.

‘How did that sharp-eyed bastard figure it out?’

Lunan Slion was right. I hadn’t held back my rage and had beaten Mustan while wrapped in madness, but once the Gwangpung Unit expressed their anger from atop the castle wall, my fury subsided.

-You’ve become quite the wretch.

Wrath shook his head as he gazed down at the limp Mustan.

‘Did the jealousy you mentioned earlier disappear?’
-His mind is completely shattered—how could I sense anything else!

He scowled, saying that since I’d left him in a state worse than death, nothing but pain would be visible to him.

-No matter how I think about it, you are a talent wasted in this land.

Wrath’s eyes gleamed with solemnity as he gripped my shoulder.

-Come with the True Demon King to the Demon Realm. With your talents, you could take the seat of a new Demon King, the Lord of Mockery and Violence….
‘I respectfully decline.’

I pushed Wrath away and looked down at Mustan.

‘Looks like it’s settled.’

There really is no match for beating someone senseless.

I lifted Mustan’s head and met his gaze.

“Did you count how many times you were hit?”
“…S-seventy-eight times.”
“But you only counted up to seven?”
“Th-that’s because my mouth wouldn’t open properly….”
“That’s your problem. So you still have ninety-three more to go, right?”

I drew a cold smile and clenched my fist.

“I definitely counted, I counted….”
“If I didn’t hear it, then you didn’t count.”

I swung my clenched fist across Mustan’s ribs.

Crack!

A thunderous sound erupted like a ball bursting, and Mustan doubled over like a shrimp, gasping out agonized screams.
Unable to breathe properly, his face contorted in pure agony.

-Truly a mad dog! Only you have the power to create a new wave in the Demon Realm!
‘Be quiet.’

Ignoring Wrath’s words, I stepped on Mustan’s head.

“If you cherish your master, then you should cherish others’ masters too. Even if that master is a gambling-addicted ruffian, a lazy bum, a money-grubbing fool, and an idiot suffering from protagonist syndrome.”
“You, you’re openly insulting him right now too….”
“That’s exactly why I’m the only one allowed to insult my master.”

I drove my heel down on Mustan’s temple.

“Ugh….”

Unable to endure the pain, Mustan’s eyes rolled back as his head went limp.

“Woooooah!”
“That’s right! Only we can insult our unit leader! That damn gambler!”
“A loach of an elf who survives anywhere!”
“The only existence that disgraces both the elves and Zigheart simultaneously!”

The Gwangpung Unit hurled insults at Rimer while wildly waving their hands.

“It does feel refreshing, though….”

I scratched my cheek while watching Mustan twitch like a broken toy.

“Now what do I do?”

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Milend set down his glass and gazed out the window.

“It seems everything has concluded, given how quiet it’s become.”
“Yes. It took longer than expected, but a decision appears to have been made.”

Sword Ghost nodded and poured more wine into Milend’s glass.

“Shouldn’t you go check on them? If things went as you said, that boy should have lost….”
“He’ll be coming here soon enough. We can simply wait.”

He seemed to sense Raon’s approach and offered a faint smile.

“Hmm….”

Rimer narrowed his eyes as he chewed on finely sliced pineapple.

“Your disciple seems to have taken quite a beating.”
“It’s fine. To be honest, I’ve been hoping Mustan would be properly broken.”

Sword Ghost stroked his beard with an impassive gaze.

“That boy has lived a life where he could only grow up being coddled since childhood. Having been defeated twice by Raon, who is younger than him, perhaps now he’ll finally come to his senses.”
“What if he’s broken too severely?”
“I just said it—I’m hoping he’s properly broken.”
“No, I mean, what if he’s beaten so badly his body is damaged….”

Just as Rimer was about to voice his concern, a knock sounded at the door.

“It’s Raon. May I come in?”
“Come in.”

Milend set down the appetizer he’d been about to eat and spoke.

Creak.

The ancient door groaned softly as it swung open, and I stepped inside carrying the unconscious Mustan on my back.

“I had a disagreement with Mustan and we ended up sparring. I’m afraid I used excessive force and he lost consciousness. My apologies.”

I glanced back at Mustan draped across my shoulders and bowed my head.

“It’s fine.”

The Sword Ghost chuckled softly and shook his head.

“Children grow through fighting, after all. Don’t worry about it.”
“But he was knocked unconscious from a direct hit…”
“Did his limbs get severed?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Then it doesn’t matter. That boy has excellent resilience, both mentally and physically. It’s better for him to take solid hits when he fights.”
“Still, I hit him rather hard…”
“I said it doesn’t matter. If anything, I’m grateful you gave it your all in the match.”

He took a leisurely sip of whiskey as if he truly meant it.

“I’ll look after Mustan, so go on back. You still have work to do, don’t you?”
“…Understood.”
“Oh, wait.”

Just as I was about to set Mustan down with a reluctant expression, the Sword Ghost raised his hand.

“May I ask why you two fought?”
“He insulted my master.”
“Me? That guy insulted me?”

Rimer pointed at himself with his finger, his eyes widening in surprise.

“What did he say?”
“He called you a fool.”
“Sigh…”

The Sword Ghost exhaled deeply and rose to his feet.

“I apologize. I failed to educate my disciple properly.”

He immediately bowed his head to Rimer.

“A fool….”

Rimer frowned and set down the bowl of roasted duck.

“I mean, calling myself a fool isn’t exactly wrong, is it? You figured that out immediately—that’s quite impressive.”

He casually began eating the roasted duck, remarking that Mustan’s eye for detail was no joke.

“Unit Commander….”

I gazed at Rimer with an expression that laid bare my exasperation.

“Sigh, even with your kind words, my heart finds no peace. I truly am sorry.”

The Sword Ghost maintained his rigid expression and apologized respectfully despite Rimer’s jest.

“And Raon. Why didn’t you beat that bastard senseless?”
“Well, I did beat him quite thoroughly….”
“Not just unconsciousness—you should have crushed his mouth so he could never spout such nonsense again.”
“I did crush it….”
“Once he wakes, I’ll make sure to educate him so thoroughly he can never move his lips again. You can count on it.”

He waved his hand dismissively, as if telling me to go and rest.

“Understood.”

I set Mustan down and, after bowing to the three of them, left the room.

“Sigh….”

The Sword Ghost exhaled deeply and approached Mustan.

“This pathetic fool. Lucky he is—wait…?”

He stared at Mustan sprawled out like seaweed draped across a seaside rock, his mouth falling open.

‘I took quite a few hits. No, way too many hits?’

Contrary to my expectations, the Sword Ghost’s Disciple was ravaged like an abandoned house left to decay for over a decade.
With only limbs still attached, there wasn’t a single intact spot from head to toe.

‘Was it even possible to reduce a person to this state?’

If he’d been killed, that would be one thing, but it was astounding how thoroughly a human could be beaten.

I’d told Raon to hit him more, but if he’d taken any additional blows, he would’ve truly become a cripple or died.

“Huh….”
“I told you.”

As the Sword Ghost turned his gaze away with a dazed expression, Rimer let out a deep sigh.

“Raon really is a mad dog.”

When his eyes go wild, he even beats his own master!

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I left the Castle Lord’s Mansion and headed toward Frost’s Branch. The Gwangpung Unit, having finished watching the duel, had arrived first, and the tavern was bustling with activity.

“I missed this taste. I’m telling you, this place has the best stew and set meals.”

Dorian savored the meat stew the Restaurant Manager had prepared, grinning widely.

“It really is delicious.”
“Now I understand why you praised it so much.”
“Not just pizza, but all the food here is exceptional.”
“Now I see why Yua is such a skilled cook.”

The members of the Gwangpung Unit smiled contentedly as they sampled the diverse dishes spread across the table.

-What are you doing!

Wrath pointed at the table with his tongue lolling out like a puppy’s.

-Sit down and eat already! You know how much the True Demon King loves the cuisine here!

He tapped my shoulder, asking why I was putting on airs when the table was already fully set.

‘I didn’t come here to eat, though?’
-Eat anyway! Just consume something! You’re skin and bones—you need to put on some weight!
‘I’m not thin; you’re the one who got fat.’

As I said this, I kneaded Wrath’s protruding belly like cheese.

“Oh? Welcome!”

Just as I was stretching Wrath’s belly like mozzarella, Yua emerged from the kitchen.
Seeing her with a headscarf wrapped around her forehead and her twin braids swaying, I recalled the first time I’d laid eyes on her.

“Benefactor!”

The Restaurant Manager came rushing out at the sound of Yua’s voice, brushing flour from his hands as he bowed.

“Please, have a seat. We’ve prepared the pineapple pizza and pineapple cookies you enjoyed during your last visit!”

He mentioned that he’d elevated both dishes to the next level and asked me to wait just a moment before disappearing back into the kitchen.

“Grandfather has created new recipes for pineapple pizza and pineapple cookies just for you, Young Master Raon.”
“Pineapple pizza and pineapple cookies….”
“You love those, don’t you?”

Yua smiled brightly, saying I was the only one receiving such special treatment.

“They’ll be ready soon. Please have a seat and wait.”

She pointed to the seat beside Dorian, who was eagerly sipping his stew.

“Pineapple pizza? You eat that kind of thing?”

Martha chewed on a pizza laden with meat, her brow furrowing in disapproval.

“I could tell from the mint chocolate incident. That guy’s taste is completely off.”
“Pineapple on pizza? That’s the same level as dipping apples in peanut butter.”

Burren also shook his head dismissively, letting out a scoff.

“Tasteless fools.”

Lunan Slion was the only one to stick up for me, pouting his lips.

“Mint chocolate is delicious.”

Of course, his rebuttal was about mint chocolate, not pineapple pizza.

“Sigh…”

I exhaled as I watched Wrath floating beside me, hovering in the air like cotton candy.

‘I’m going to get a reputation as someone with bizarre taste because of you.’
-It is those fools’ tongues that are strange! Pineapple pizza is the finest of all pizzas!
‘It’s tasty, but I prefer plain cheese pizza.’
-But didn’t that eye-eyed one just mention apples with peanut butter? Doesn’t that sound like it would pair well together?
‘Please, just stop…’

Even now, this cotton candy was thinking about food—his appetite seemed to know no bounds.

-In any case, sit down quickly! We mustn’t disrespect the sincerity of the Charm Girl and the Restaurant Manager!

Wrath tapped my back with his round hand as if he’d caught me red-handed.

“Ugh…”

I sighed and sat down at the table.
Without waiting long, Yua emerged carrying a large pizza, as if it had been prepared beforehand.

“Please enjoy! It’s Grandfather’s special creation. It’ll be delicious!”

As I gazed at the pizza with steam rising from it, my mouth watered involuntarily. The toppings were more varied than before, and it looked delicious just to behold.

-Faster, faster! Put it in your mouth! Hurry!

Saliva poured from Wrath’s mouth like water from an opened dam gate.

I shook my head and picked up a slice of pizza. The cheese stretched like a rubber band as I placed it directly into my mouth.

The well-baked pineapple turned sweet, the salty pork and beef, and the savory shrimp all harmonized together, and with each bite, my mouth seemed to overflow with joy.

-Ahhhhh!

Wrath let out a satisfied groan and tapped the table rhythmically with his fist.

-The harmony of countless toppings and baked pineapple is absolutely magnificent!

He cackled, saying he would have died long ago if it weren’t for this.

‘He still can’t describe flavors properly.’

The taste of the pineapple pizza had reached a different level from before, but Wrath’s way of describing flavors remained pathetically unchanged.

“Dorian.”

I swallowed the pizza slice in my hand and called out to Dorian, who was eating dessert beside me.

“Do you happen to have some pillows and blankets?”
“Of course I do.”
“Not ordinary ones—the highest quality.”
“From rough and scratchy to the finest. I have them all. They’re essentials, after all.”

Dorian laughed, mentioning he even had mattresses sorted by type. I couldn’t imagine what wouldn’t be considered essential.

“Then pack me one of each in the highest quality. Deduct the cost from my gold coins.”

I pulled out my spatial pouch and handed it to Dorian.

“I can certainly do that, but why do you suddenly need bedding? You sleep well even on bare ground, Master.”
“It’s not for me.”

I gazed toward the distant peak of the Sturrin Mountains, my lips curling slightly.

“A gift for the sleepyhead.”

Now that it was time to seek out Sloth and hear his counsel, I needed to bring him a gift.

“Huh?”

Lunan Slion, who had been crunching on a pineapple cookie, suddenly lifted his head.

“Me?”

No, not you….

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