The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 427

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Chapter 427

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them and withdrew my hand from Mustan’s body. Since I hadn’t told him to wake up, he remained frozen in place.

-What are you doing?

Wrath tilted his head.

-You’ve had plenty of frustration with this pathetic wretch. This is your chance to vent it all out.

He threw phantom punches into the air, saying the man wouldn’t be able to say anything even if beaten now.

‘I can release that frustration anytime.’
-It’s different now than before. Since he’s become your slave, you can make him do whatever you desire, can’t you?
‘I don’t really like doing things like that.’

I shook my head, feeling a bitter taste spreading across my tongue.

‘No matter how much garbage he is, I can’t reduce him to slavery.’

My past life ended in abandonment.
Captured as a child, I lived my entire existence as a hunting dog on a leash, only to be thrown into a boiling cauldron at the end.

I would take revenge on Derus Robert, but I had no intention of becoming like him. No matter how much a master-servant relationship had formed, I would not treat Mustan like a slave.

-Strange fellow, troublesome in his own way. But….

Wrath looked at me and offered a thin smile.

-It’s not bad. Others might call you foolish, but the True Demon King will call you human.

He muttered that sometimes I seemed like a demon and sometimes like a human, confusing him.

-Then will you also leave the jealousy embedded in this man alone?
‘I have to remove that. But if he wakes up here, it could become troublesome. Go downstairs.’

The shattered peak and the bear sleeping atop it.
When Mustan awoke here, there would be much to explain, so it was right to descend the mountain before rousing him.

I turned my gaze toward Sloth, leaving Mustan behind.

‘He still won’t wake.’

Sloth had been roused by Envy’s aura, yet somehow maintained his balance even on the pulverized ground, sleeping as if more comfortable than ever.

-I told you. He absolutely won’t wake up.

Wrath shook his head, saying that even he couldn’t control Sloth as he wished.

‘It doesn’t matter.’

If I create my own method to handle sloth, that’s all there is to it.

I felt certain that by decomposing and recombining the techniques I’d learned from Wrath and Envy, I could forge an ability to handle sloth.

‘Specializing in recovery would be the way.’

No matter how much I pondered it, recovery was the best way to utilize sloth’s unique effect.
If crafted well, I might even gain regenerative power equivalent to low-tier recovery magic.

I smiled faintly and retrieved my spatial pouch. From within, I withdrew the finest bedding I’d received from Dorian.

-You’re giving a gift to that sleepy oaf even though you can’t receive anything?
‘He let me use his name. That’s more than enough.’
-Isn’t the True Demon King in the same situation!

Wrath pointed accusingly at Sloth and raised his voice.

‘That’s why I said I’d eat pineapple pizza.’

I lifted the sleeping Sloth, laid down the mattress and pillow beneath him, then set him back down. Since he was still a young white bear, there was no difficulty in carrying him.

“Sleep well. I’m alive because of you.”

As I was about to rise after draping the blanket over him, a heavy aura slowly emanated from Sloth’s horns.

‘Sloth? That too….’

It was energy I had given him.

The slothful energy I had forced into him to awaken Sloth came surging back, swollen to several times its original magnitude.

Whoooosh!

As I reached toward the slothful energy gathering like droplets of water, it naturally burrowed into my body and clung to my soul.

[【Sloth】 emotion generates 30 points.]

The slothful energy I had pushed into Sloth was about 10, yet it returned as 30—triple the amount. It was an overwhelmingly profitable transaction.

‘There it is.’

Through the flow of sloth that Sloth had just released, I could even discern his breathing technique.

Creating a new trait using the slothful flow I had just sensed would be child’s play.

“Perhaps one really should do good deeds?”

I nodded in satisfaction as I gazed at the message that had appeared.

-That stupid fool!

Wrath muttered in his sleep that I was a complete sucker.

-No matter how I think about it, this won’t do! The True Demon King requires compensation!
‘Pizza is enough, isn’t it?’
-Two boxes alone are insufficient! At the very least, three boxes plus dessert is only fair!
‘Be honest with me.’

I narrowed my eyes at Wrath.

-What do you mean?
‘You’re running both wrath and gluttony at the same time, aren’t you?’
-What nonsense!

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After presenting a gift to Sloth, I slung Mustan over my shoulder and descended from the Sturrin Mountains.

‘Now it’s time to begin.’

I took a shallow breath and placed my hand on Mustan’s shoulder.
The jealousy dwelling within his soul—an emotion not yet fully settled—rose naturally to the surface, and Mustan’s vacant eyes flickered with a pale jade hue.

[Will you absorb 【Envy】?]

The message I had witnessed atop the Sturrin Mountains echoed in my mind once more.

‘What happens to Mustan if I absorb all of his jealousy?’
-What do you mean what happens? The jealousy just disappears.

Wrath answered immediately, perhaps eager for the pineapple pizza he would soon devour.

-The human soul naturally harbors various sinful emotions. This wretch’s jealousy simply developed exceptionally, but it merely vanishes. He won’t die, nor will he go mad, so there’s no need to worry.
‘Then can I give or receive sinful emotions from other people?’
-No. This was only possible because that pathetic fool became your servant.

Wrath shook his head, warning me not to be greedy.

‘I see.’

I nodded and made my decision to absorb the jealousy—all of it that Mustan possessed.

Uuuuuuuung!

Along with a sense of liberation as if my soul, rooted deep within my flesh, revealed itself directly, I felt the immense wave of jealousy that Mustan had accumulated surge through my palm.

‘The quantity is no joke.’

Given that it was jealousy potent enough to summon Envy, I had assumed it was no ordinary amount, but it exceeded my expectations.

Simply accepting the energy left me breathless, my head spinning with vertigo.

‘I can’t just accept it as is.’

I activated the Ring of Fire, melting away all the murky energy intertwined with Envy’s aura, and allowed only the pure emotion to settle into my soul.

Szzzzzzzt!

The Envy aura I had absorbed from Mustan seeped into Envy’s dormant power, staining an even wider area in emerald green.

“Phew….”

I exhaled and checked the message that appeared before me.

[Emotion of Envy has been generated.]
[You have absorbed 50 points of Envy emotion.]

Fifty points in a single absorption. Considering Envy’s power hadn’t even awakened yet, it was an absurdly massive amount.

‘No wonder Envy burst forth.’

For Mustan to accumulate fifty points of Envy alone—in his own way, he possessed one of the Continent’s greatest talents.

‘I’m curious what I can do with this.’

I smiled and withdrew my hand from Mustan, and the emerald radiance that had burned in his eyes faded away.

“Huh…?”

Mustan, regaining consciousness, swept his gaze across his hands and feet, exhaling in confusion.

“Why am I here?”

He tilted his head, seemingly unaware of how he had come to this place.

“You, you are!”

Mustan’s eyes widened as he looked at me. Yet the malice that always burned in his gaze was nowhere to be found.

“Raon! You’re going to… Huh? Wh-what?”

He blinked his vacant eyes repeatedly, as if realizing something was amiss. With each flutter of his eyelids, his emotions shifted dramatically.

“Why would I… No, why would I…”

Perhaps because the jealousy that had consumed Mustan so thoroughly had vanished. He simply shook his head in bewilderment.

“Ah…”

Now, as the weight of his past actions crashed down upon him, his face flushed crimson like a ripe apple.

“I-I’m sorry! No, I apologize!”

Mustan immediately lowered his head and dropped to his knees.

“I apologize for all the provocations and for insulting your master!”

He apologized without hesitation for everything he had done.

“I knew it was wrong, but my heart burned so fiercely I couldn’t restrain myself!”
“Heh…”

I let out a hollow laugh watching Mustan prostrate himself before me.

‘What is he doing?’

I haven’t even said anything yet.

-A simple matter, it is.
‘Simple?’
-That pathetic wretch knew all along that his conduct was flawed, yet he rationalized himself through the armor of jealousy.

Wrath scoffed and waved his hand dismissively.

-Even as conscience pricked him like a thorn deep within his heart, he ignored it while clad in the armor of jealousy. Now that jealousy has shattered without a trace, leaving only the sting of his own guilt.

He muttered that it was only natural for him to fall apart when the jealousy protecting his mind vanished in an instant.

“I-I will apologize to Sword Ghost when we return!”

Mustan lifted his head. His eyes were clear, unmarred by even the faintest shadow of doubt. It was as if witnessing a man’s complete transformation.

‘Perhaps I don’t need to kill him after all.’

I had been prepared to sever his neck and dispose of the corpse at the slightest misstep, but seeing him seek atonement of his own accord, the impulse to kill evaporated.

“But why am I here?”

Mustan rose to his feet and surveyed his surroundings. He seemed bewildered, awakening in a place he had never seen before.

“You remember nothing at all?”
“No, my lord. I remember nothing!”

Mustan dropped to one knee like a knight serving his liege, bowing his head.

“Hm?”

He knelt there, uncertain of the situation, and swallowed dryly.

“Don’t react like that. Answer as you normally would.”
“Y-yes! I understand… eh? Eh, eh, eh…?”

Mustan’s eyes darted about like a broken wooden doll, creaking with each movement.

‘What’s wrong with him?’
-I told you before. Envy treats his subordinates harshly. The master-servant contract you and that pathetic wretch formed is a covenant that forbids him from even approaching his master.

Wrath frowned, saying that Mustan would never escape this fate for the rest of his life.

“Speak freely.”
“Y-yes! Fr-free? What does… free mean?”

Mustan stiffened his spine and nodded rapidly. To any observer, his posture and expression screamed discomfort.

“Sigh.”

I shook my head. It seemed correcting this would take far longer than I anticipated.

“Let’s head back for now.”
“Yes!”

I gestured and walked toward the Lower Castle first. Mustan followed behind me, bent at the waist and knees as if he’d become a goblin himself.

“Please, be at ease.”
“Y-yes! I’ll, I’ll relax…. This is actually comfortable….”

He malfunctioned again, creaking with each movement. Watching him like that, I couldn’t help but think Envy was truly a ruthless Demon Lord.

“Do as you wish.”

I waved my hand dismissively and moved forward.

“Yes!”

Mustan moved along in that bent posture, apparently finding it genuinely comfortable.

After walking for about four hours, I spotted the Gale Wind Squad and the Lower Castle’s Scout Unit rushing toward us from the opposite direction.

Many others were moving about as well, all seemingly having come out to search for Mustan.

‘Fortunately, it seems no one knows.’

A barrier had been in place, the distance was considerable, and since Envy hadn’t revealed her true power, none of them appeared to have sensed her presence.

Whoooosh!

Just before the Gale Wind Squad reached us, a violent wind swept past, and the Sword Ghost appeared in an instant. He frowned as he saw Mustan standing in that awkward posture.

“Mustan! What in the world are you doing!”

The Sword Ghost scolded Mustan for perhaps the first time.

“Where have you been! Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused everyone!”
“I….”

Mustan trembled, his eyes darting not at the Sword Ghost but at me, standing right before him.

“Huh?”

Sword Ghost’s eyes widened as he noticed the change in Mustan’s pupils.

“What, what is this? Why does that man look like that?”
“Damn. Looks like he got beaten worse than last time?”
“He’s completely broken.”

Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion blinked as they observed Mustan, who appeared terrified.

“How many times did he get hit?”
“The man’s turned into a rag.”
“Did he get beaten the moment they met?”
“It’s a miracle he’s still alive after taking that much damage.”

The other swordsmen and members of the Scout Unit shook their heads as they surveyed Mustan’s condition.

And for good reason—the bandages that had wrapped his body were now completely unwound, exposing vivid purple bruises across his skin. His forehead was split open from the impact of falling from the sky, blood trickling down his face, and traces of blood foam still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

To anyone else, it looked as though he’d been beaten to the brink of death—or perhaps beyond it.

“Mustan. Say something. What in the world happened?”
“Ugh….”

Mustan did not answer Sword Ghost’s question.

“Sigh.”

I exhaled and turned my head away.

“Lectar is asking you. You should answer.”
“I’m, I’m sorry! Master! I’ve done everything wrong. I have nothing to say for having disappointed you all this time!”

Only then did Mustan drop to his knees and begin begging for forgiveness.

“….”

The Snowy Plain fell silent.

Everyone’s eyes narrowed not on Mustan, but on Raon.
Their expressions seemed to ask: just how many times did he hit him to change someone so drastically?

“As expected of our Mad Dog Squad leader!”

Rimer arrived late, whistling as he approached.

“You really do have a knack for educating mad dogs! How many times did you hit him this time?”
“I didn’t hit him….”

I shook my head, but no one believed me.

“Truly the King of Violence!”
“The one who holds the Mad Dog Squad’s leash!”
“A demon. No, a Demon King.”
“A Demon God!”

I’m telling you, it’s really not true.

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After returning to the Lower Castle, I immediately headed to Frost’s Branch.

I wanted to recover my body through sleep using Sloth, but the part-time Demon King urging me to make pizza left me no choice.

“Yua, could you make three pineapple pizzas and five pineapple cookies for me?”
“Pineapple pizza and cookies….”

Yua nodded while rolling her eyes upward.

“Are you sure we have enough ingredients?”
“We absolutely do!”

I asked with hope, but Yua shook her head firmly.

“I knew Young Master Raon enjoyed pineapple, so Grandfather made sure to prepare the ingredients thoroughly!”
“Y-yes.”

I bit my lip. I’d held onto one last hope, but it seemed I had no choice but to eat the pizza.

-This is why I favor that Restaurant Manager so, my liege!

Wrath gestured toward the kitchen like a king commending a knight.

‘Damn it. Because of that blue pig. Now I’ve completely become a connoisseur of bizarre cuisine.’
-Who’s a pig!
‘You are!’

Because of Wrath, I’d been eating nothing but strange foods, and now most people had begun to misunderstand my tastes.

Recently, someone had even brought me a curry made with fish heads and asked me to try it.

“It won’t take long. Please wait just a moment.”

Yua headed toward the kitchen with a radiant smile.

-Splendid.

Wrath watched Yua’s retreating figure, her twin tails swaying gently, and smiled with satisfaction.

-Watching the pineapple girl heals my soul!

He laughed heartily, saying that the worst memories from Sturrin Mountains were fading away.

‘It’s true—just watching her lifts my spirits.’

I nodded in agreement. Yua had always been bright, but she’d become even more radiant since meeting Grandfather. Simply watching her brightened my mood.

‘But now it’s time to return.’

I’d gathered everything I needed from this place and more, so it was time to head back to the Family Estate.

‘It was an unexpected harvest.’

I initially came to this place to learn how to use Sloth from Sloth himself.

I thought obtaining just that would be enough, but I received the power of Envy from Envy, and from Sloth I gained not only Sloth but also its breathing technique.

It wasn’t merely a gain—it was a windfall so precious that even if I died and awakened anew, I would struggle to obtain it again. A smile naturally bloomed across my face.

‘There should be something waiting for me when I return.’

The incident that unfolded within the Arian Family had transcended a simple promotion mission.
Glen Zigheart, who dispensed rewards and punishments with unwavering certainty, would surely bestow commendations and bonuses. I found myself already anticipating what I might receive.

‘This time, he’ll surely present something quite delectable.’

As I watched Yua emerge with a pineapple pizza, savoring the thought, Wrath furrowed his brow.

-From the True Demon King’s perspective, you are nothing but a pig! A honey pig that seeks only honeypots!

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