The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 439

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Chapter 439

“Isn’t this a bit much?”

Julius pouted and kicked at a stone embedded in the ground.

“You didn’t even give me time to say a proper goodbye, and now you’re leaving!”

I furrowed my brow, thinking of Lectar and Mustan, who had left after barely exchanging farewells due to the short notice.
Though our time together had been brief, I’d grown fond of them both, and a wave of regret washed over me.

“Hey.”

Julius gestured to Yua, who was finishing her training and adjusting her clothes.

“Why are you so quiet? Aren’t you sad that Lectar left?”
“I am sad.”

Yua nodded gently.

“But he must have had his reasons. I didn’t hear the sound of a false heartbeat.”
“The sound of a false heartbeat?”
“Yes. His heart was steady and calm.”

She assured me that he certainly had his reasons and that it couldn’t be helped.

“I’m not saying they lied either. I’m just saying I’ll miss them….”

Julius let out a long sigh.

‘It’s been a while since I thought of Grandfather.’

The closer I grew to Lectar, the more it felt like I was training swordplay with my late Grandfather, so this sudden parting was inevitable.

“Me too. But we’ll be able to meet again next time. We just have to be patient.”

Yua smiled brightly and walked toward the Garden of the Annex Building.

“Where are you going?”
“It’s dinner time, and the young master hasn’t arrived. I’m going to fetch him.”

After telling Julius to go in first, I rushed out of the Annex Building.

‘If I don’t go find him myself, he’ll skip meals every time.’

Raon was the type of person who forgot to eat when he concentrated on training.
If I left him alone like this, he’d spend the entire night training without even feeling hungry.

“He really does require so much care… huh?”

As Yua exited the Garden and turned her steps toward the 5th Training Ground, a pouch suddenly dropped from the sky.
It was an elegant pouch the size of an adult man’s palm, wrapped in a crimson hue.

“What is this?”

I picked up the pouch that had fallen to the ground and tilted my head in confusion. I looked up, but saw nothing.

‘How is this possible?’

There were no buildings or trees nearby, and there wasn’t even a breeze—I had no idea where this pouch could have fallen from.

Thinking it strange, I opened the crimson pouch.
Inside were compacted swords and armor, gloves and boots, various books and cooking utensils, and dozens of pineapples crammed together.
It wasn’t an ordinary pouch—it was a spatial pouch.

“Hmm…”

Yua closed the pouch and pressed her lips firmly together.

‘I need to find its owner.’

If it were an empty, ordinary pouch, that would be one thing. But a spatial pouch—and one packed full at that—surely its owner was searching for it.

She decided to tell Raon about this and quickened her pace toward the 5th Training Ground.

Creak

When Yua opened the door to the Training Ground and stepped inside, I stood in the center of the chamber, absorbed in a book of unknown origin.

“Young Master!”
“Ah, Yua.”

I offered her a faint smile upon seeing her.

“What brings you here at this hour?”
“What do you mean ‘what’! I came because I was worried you’d skip another meal!”

Yua planted her hands firmly on her hips, her nose crinkling with indignation.

“The Lady specifically told me to bring you along!”
“Ha….”

I let out a gentle laugh as I watched her jut out her chin so stubbornly.

“Why are you laughing!”
“Sorry. You’re adorable.”

It had been so long since I’d seen her pout like that—it was impossible not to smile. I quickly apologized and tucked the martial scripture of the Heavenly Sword into my robes.
He quickly apologized and tucked the manual of the Changgung Sword into his bosom.

-Kgh, khgh….

As I tidied my surroundings, Wrath suddenly lifted his head and sniffed loudly.

-Indeed, it is the pineapple girl. Only she tends to the True Demon King with such devotion!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, muttering that he would have skipped dinner again if not for Yua.

‘It’s not me she’s tending to—it’s you.’
-Silence! That is precisely what affection is, you fool! Not like that grandfather of yours!

He waved his stubby hand dismissively, insisting I learn the true meaning of kindness.

‘To me, someone who gives me martial scriptures is far more affectionate than someone who gives me meals.’

I brushed away Wrath’s belly with the back of my hand and approached Yua, who stood there with such confident pride.

“Yes. Let’s go. Now that you mention it, I’m getting hungry too….”

I was about to suggest heading back to the Annex Building when I noticed the elegant pouch Yua was holding in her hand.

“What’s that?”
“Oh, it looks like someone lost this.”
“Lost it?”
“Yes. I picked it up on the way here a moment ago….”

Yua explained to me how she had found this pouch.

“Mind if I take a look for a moment?”
“Yes! Please find the owner!”
“I’ll do my best.”

I took the pouch from Yua and examined it.

‘As I thought, it’s a spatial pouch.’

Looking inside, the pouch was filled with various items.
There were clothes and armor that seemed perfectly suited to Yua, weapons, cooking utensils, and even a pineapple.

‘These items look like they were specifically chosen for Yua. But why can I sense mana from outside the pouch as well?’

Thinking it strange, I infused a small amount of aura into the pouch.

A soft shimmer rippled outward.

A faint golden light bloomed from the pouch’s exterior, and the name Yua appeared.

“Huh? My name?”
“It seems you’re the owner after all.”
“What? I’ve never received anything like this before….”
“Judging by the fact that it fell from above your head, it must be yours.”
“Oh….”

Yua’s mouth fell open in surprise, as if she had never considered that the pouch could be hers.

“I have a theory….”

Raon returned the pouch to Yua with a faint smile.

“It seems someone with a generous heart left this behind.”

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After finishing his meal, Raon was resting in his chamber when two knocks sounded at the door.

“Come in.”

I recognized the presence beyond the door and invited them inside immediately.
The door opened smoothly, and Sylvia entered the chamber carrying a small wooden box.

“May I come in for a moment?”
“You’ve already entered, haven’t you?”
“Yes. I thought I’d ask just in case.”

Sylvia smiled softly and sat in the chair beside the bed. She placed the wooden box she’d brought on the table.

“Your room really hasn’t changed at all.”

She surveyed the chamber thoroughly before letting out a long sigh.

“No change?”
“It’s exactly as your mother decorated it when you were a baby. There’s no difference from when you were young. Don’t you ever want to decorate your room?”
“Hmm….”

I clicked my tongue and surveyed the chamber.
There had been a time when I was called Sunlight, and whether because of the name Raon, the room was somewhat brighter than my nature suggested, but it wasn’t particularly bad.

“Not really. Decorating a room sounds tedious.”
“Sigh, what a boring son you are—your mother is heartbroken. At least I have Yua and Julius.”

Sylvia occasionally frowned, asking me to play along a little.

“I understand.”

I nodded with a faint smile.

“So what brings you here? You didn’t mention it during the meal.”
“Do you know what this is?”

Sylvia tapped her finger against the wooden case sitting on the table.

“Is it a spiritual elixir?”

Most things stored in cases like that were spiritual elixirs, so it was only natural to assume as much.

“Correct. And not just any spiritual elixir at that.”

Sylvia swallowed hard and opened the lid of the wooden case.
Inside were two small glass bottles containing a translucent, milky liquid.

“Hmm….”

I opened the stopper of one glass bottle. A sweetness so intoxicating it clouded the mind brushed against my nostrils.

“A milky liquid with such a sweet fragrance? Could it be….”

My jaw trembled as I gazed at the bottle again.

“That’s right. It’s Fairy’s Tears.”
“As expected….”

It was exactly as I’d suspected. There was only one spiritual elixir with this color and fragrance—Fairy’s Tears.

‘I’m actually seeing Fairy’s Tears with my own eyes.’

Despite its name, Fairy’s Tears had nothing to do with fairies.
Deep within caves untouched by human hands, the essence of heaven and earth converged and crystallized into liquid form—a supreme-grade spiritual elixir that granted eternal youth and freedom from disease with merely a single drop.

“Mother, why do you possess this?”
“Lectar left it behind.”
“What?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he asked back. Honestly, he was more shocked than when the fairy’s tears had emerged from the necklace.

“Helen found it tucked away in a corner while tidying Lectar’s room. I wanted to return it, but he’d already left….”

Sylvia shook her head, saying he’d left behind far too generous a gift.

“Was there a letter or anything?”
“There was. Nothing special—just thanking us for the pleasant time we shared.”

She showed him a small note. True to her words, it simply read that he’d enjoyed himself.

“We enjoyed it just as much, though….”

Sylvia sighed deeply, insisting that they were the ones who’d received far more.

“You’re right about that.”

Raon nodded, watching Sylvia bite her lip.

‘Mother was right. We received far more than we gave.’

Lectar had taught swordsmanship to everyone in the Gwangpung Corps, helped them understand Glen better, and brought smiles to Sylvia’s and the children’s faces.
Since what they’d received far outweighed what they’d given, the fairy’s tears felt like an overwhelming gift.

“Raon.”

Sylvia’s voice grew quieter as she touched the necklace.

“Yes?”
“This is just my thought….”

She hesitated for a long moment before speaking slowly, as if she’d made a decision.

“Lectar might be connected to your father somehow.”

Sylvia moistened her dry lips with her finger.

“You may have heard that you’re not involved, but that sounds like a lie to me. Every time I see Lectar, your father comes to mind.”
“My father comes to mind?”
“Truth be told, I’ve thought so since the first moment I laid eyes on him. I wondered if your father had somehow survived, aged, and returned.”

She let out a hollow laugh, though she whispered that she meant every word despite how absurd it sounded.

‘Now that I think about it….’

I recalled how Sylvia had stared blankly for a long time when she first saw Lectar’s face.

“The Fairy’s tears confirmed it. There must be a connection between Lectar and your father. I can’t say for certain, but the likelihood of them being family or relatives is quite high.”

Sylvia narrowed her eyes, insisting that there was no way she would abandon such a precious elixir otherwise.

“I think so too.”

I met Sylvia’s gaze and nodded in agreement.

“And when he returns, he’ll tell us the nature of their relationship directly.”
“Will he? It seems like he won’t say anything….”
“No. He will tell us.”

Lectar’s eyes were not those of someone telling a lie. Since he said he would explain directly, he would return here and reveal all the facts.

“Just wait a little longer.”
-Raon.

As I smiled faintly to reassure Sylvia, Wrath’s eyes grew serious.

‘Hm?’

It was rare for the cotton candy to make such an expression.

‘What’s going on?’

Sensing that information about Lectar might emerge, I lowered my gaze with tension.

-That liquid.

Wrath smacked his lips as he gazed upon the fairy’s tears.

‘Hmm….’
-Sweet yet refreshing, like it would quench any thirst. Go ahead and taste it right now!
‘….’

I’ve made a grave miscalculation.

The glutton only grows serious when he’s being gluttonous….

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The next morning.
After spending the entire night committing the martial manual of the Spear Heaven Sword to memory, I made my way to the 5th Training Ground.

‘This swordsmanship is far more difficult than I anticipated.’

Now I understand why Glen insisted on teaching me directly.

The Spear Heaven Sword was no mere advanced technique—it was a transcendent art of enlightenment. It seemed Glen harbored hopes that I would master the Spear Heaven Sword and ascend to the rank of Grand Master myself.

‘I can only express my gratitude for such lofty expectations.’

Beyond teaching me the subtleties of the sword directly, he had entrusted me with such an exceptional manual. Mere words of thanks felt insufficient. The only way to repay him was to dedicate myself wholeheartedly to mastering the Spear Heaven Sword, ensuring he would not be disappointed.

The blade sang as I drew it.

I moved through all twenty-six forms of the Spear Heaven Sword with deliberate slowness, like a child taking its first steps. Thanks to the Ring of Fire, mimicking the sword patterns themselves posed no great challenge, but infusing them with the true essence of the Spear Heaven Sword was naturally impossible at this stage.

‘He said to embrace the heavens.’

The heavens as I perceive them.

‘The heavens….’

Thinking back, in my previous life, I gazed at the sky often to dispel the suffocation that consumed me. Bound by a leash held by Derus Robert, I quenched my thirst by watching the heavens—that boundless embodiment of freedom itself.

Yet the sky I beheld in this life carried weight. Each time I witnessed that steadfast, unchanging expanse, I renewed my vow to become like it.

‘Vast freedom and immutable gravitas.’

A contradictory pairing, certainly—yet no better words existed to capture who I had become.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fists.

‘I must embrace both freedom and weight.’

When cultivating the Ascending Martial Art, the crucial principle is never to deceive yourself. Since both my past life and present life belonged to me, the answer lay not in choosing one or the other, but in carrying both forward.

‘I’ve learned so much thanks to those two.’

Through Glen and Lectar’s teachings, my perspective had broadened, and I was beginning to grasp how to master the Heavenly Sword.

Just as I was about to resume my training with the Heavenly Sword, the Training Ground door burst open urgently. I thought it might be the unit leaders, but the figure who entered was Dorian—not at all what I expected.

“Commander! Something terrible has happened!”

Dorian’s mouth was dusted with pastry crumbs, as if he’d been eating sweets moments before, and he breathed heavily. Despite his claims of urgency, his appearance hardly inspired confidence.

“What is it? If you’re trying to manipulate the supply count again to make the numbers even….”
“The Cheoljeon Unit….”

I had dismissed it as nothing serious and was about to resume training when Dorian’s next words made my arm go rigid.

“The Cheoljeon Unit has vanished!”

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