The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47

I emerged from the Indoor Training Hall after finishing my strength and agility drills, stepping into the Outdoor Training Ground.

‘He’s not here.’

I’d heard the sound of sword strikes echoing outside and assumed Lunan Slion was still training, but he was nowhere to be found. It seemed he’d gone home early for once.

‘When he’s around, he’s annoying. But now that he’s gone, I feel oddly disappointed.’

Lunan Slion always waited until my training ended, then bowed his head in greeting before departing.

I’d never paid it much mind before, but missing that gesture left me with an unexpected sense of emptiness.

‘Missing his greeting? Have I been brainwashed or something?’

I chuckled softly as I left the Training Ground. Since Burren Zigheart and Martha were still inside, there was no need to finish up as I normally would.

-Pathetic.
‘What?’
-This isn’t the time for such thoughts.
‘What are you talking about?’
-….

Wrath fell silent, his gaze fixed westward.

‘What’s wrong?’

I turned my head in the direction Wrath was looking. I sensed nothing tangible, yet an inexplicable unease settled over me.

‘Better be safe.’

I rotated the Ring of Fire, drawing forth my aura, and activated Snowflake’s perception to spread my senses wide.

Screeeech!

Something caught my senses at a distance not far away, yet I felt nothing at all.
Which meant only one thing.

‘Someone had cast an aura veil.’

An unknown person had used aura to block out sound and presence.

‘I should go.’

Normally I wouldn’t have cared either way, but Wrath’s reaction made it seem necessary to investigate.

Using the Shadow footwork technique to completely suppress my presence and ready myself to retreat at any moment, I rushed toward where the aura veil was set up.

Two figures stood in a dim alley where even the family’s boundary guards were nowhere to be seen.

One of them was Lunan, and on the opposite side stood a tall man.

‘Why is he here? And that expression….’

Lunan, whom I thought had returned home, had his hands clenched tightly together. His expression seemed normal, but his eyes appeared seized by fear.

I looked at the man opposite him.
A handsome man with silver hair like Lunan’s and violet eyes, carrying a greatsword on his back.

‘Siria Slion.’

A name I had heard even in my past life.
A genius of the Slion Family and one of the twelve monsters expected to become the next Twelve Continents. A man whose name was inscribed in the Twelve Continents.

‘But why does he look so frightened?’

Despite seeing his older brother, Lunan neither smiled nor showed joy—instead, he trembled like a rabbit facing a predator.

Siria said something to Lunan, though I couldn’t hear it clearly. Then he suddenly pulled out a cute little squirrel from his bosom and held it out to Lunan.

And when Lunan reached out his hand, he burst the squirrel.

Aaaahhhhh!

The sound barrier prevented me from hearing, but I could tell Lunan was screaming.

Siria Slion approached Lunan with a chillingly composed expression and began whispering in his ear.

‘I have to stop this.’

I didn’t know what was happening, but a premonition seized me—whatever he was saying couldn’t be allowed to continue.

I infused my aura with the weight of stone and stomped down with all my might.

Boom!

The ground crumbled beneath the deafening impact. I saw Siria Slion stagger backward from Lunan, his expression darkening.

“Who are you?”

I seized the opening and positioned myself in front of Lunan, tilting my head as I fixed Siria Slion with a sharp stare.

“Why are you tormenting Lunan?”

I had to act as though I didn’t know who he was.

If I acknowledged that Siria Slion and Lunan were family, I couldn’t interfere. They were his relatives, after all.

But if I feigned ignorance, I could find grounds to intervene.

“If you’re going to ask someone’s name, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?”

Siria Slion laughed with ease.

“You’re hardly one to talk, setting up a sound barrier in some alley like this. Are you a thief?”
“Hmm….”

At my mockery, Siria Slion’s expression twisted—but something felt off. It seemed like an act. Not genuine shock or anger, but a performance of it.

‘I know exactly what kind of person you are.’

Derus Robert—the man who had killed me in my past life. The same putrid stench emanated from Siria Slion.

“Ah, I suppose you could think of it that way. But I’m neither a thief nor a man—I’m that child’s older brother.”

Siria pointed to Lunan standing behind Raon.

“….”

I blocked Siria’s gaze and glanced at Lunan. His expression was vacant, but not the usual blankness—it was the look of someone who had suffered a severe shock. His small shoulders trembled pitifully.

“He seems terrified. Are you truly his older brother?”
“Ah, it’s been so long since I’ve seen him, so I was just playing around.”
“Playing around by crushing a squirrel in your hand?”
“Ah, no, really. It was just a toy.”

As Siria swept his hand through the air, the blood and flesh scattered across the ground turned to ash and dispersed. He had melted everything with his aura.

“Would I really kill an actual squirrel?”

A chilling presence emanated from his entire being. The stench of death—similar to the scent I had felt before dying at Derus’s hands.

-How audacious. Does this human dare threaten my vessel?

I didn’t respond, instead raising my own presence. Wrath was right—this was a threat. A warning that he could kill just as easily, so back away.

But I hadn’t come here for nothing.

“Raon! You bastard, did you break the family’s property!”

Burren burst out from the Training Ground, and the swordsmen on guard duty were rushing over. In the distance, I could hear Martha’s curses about the disruption to her training.

“Raon. So you’re Raon Zigheart. I should have known.”

Siria’s pupils darkened like ink-stained pearls. My hair stood on end at the sight of those emotionally worn eyes.

“But it’s really a misunderstanding. I just returned and received a long-term mission, so I came to give my younger brother a snack.”

He pulled a rectangular box from his pocket and set it on the ground. The shape and pattern were slightly different, but it was a bead ice cream box.

“Lunan.”

Siria’s eyes shifted once more—now holding the gentle gaze of an older brother looking upon a beloved younger sibling.

“You’ve found a wonderful friend. Keep that friendship strong.”
“Yeah.”
“I apologize for my rough teasing. Stay well. Until next time.”

He waved his hand and vanished as if he had transformed into wind itself.

“Don’t tell me that man was Siria Slion from the Twelve Continents?”

Burren stared at the spot where Siria had been and let out a gasp.

“The atmosphere around him was completely different. He’s not called one of the Twelve Continents for nothing.”
“True. He was different.”

I nodded in agreement. I hadn’t realized that someone hailed as both a genius and a hero could be such a madman.

“Lunan.”

I turned to look at Lunan. His expression was the same as always, but his eyes trembled. He still seemed frightened.

“Let’s go. I’ll walk you back.”

Since Siria said he had received a mission, he wouldn’t be at the family estate.

“…Yeah.”

Lunan nodded slowly and rose to his feet.

“Did something happen?”

Burren approached, holding a box of pearl-colored ice cream.

“Nothing in particular.”

I took the box from him and shook my head.

“I see.”

Burren didn’t ask any further questions.

“If you need help with anything, just say so. I’ll do what I can as a fellow trainee.”

With that, he left the alley first.

‘He’s really grown a lot.’

Burren had changed in a way that made anyone watching feel proud.

-Still, this king doesn’t like that bastard’s eyes….
‘Thank you.’
-What?
‘Thanks to you, I was able to save Lunan. Though I’m not sure if I actually did.’
-Ahem! Wasn’t that ice cream girl this king’s ice cream girl? I only mentioned it because I was worried she wouldn’t be able to eat ice cream if something happened.
‘That’s exactly why I’m thanking you.’
-Then if I ask for some of that ice cream….
‘If you hadn’t said that, I would’ve reconsidered.’

I flicked Wrath away with my palm. This king really had no sense of the situation.

“Let’s go.”
“Okay.”

I took Lunan to where the Slion Family’s people were waiting.

I walked beside Lunan without saying a word.

She was someone else’s family member, and without knowing the exact situation, I knew that clumsy words of comfort would only be unhelpful.

When her pace slowed, I slowed mine. When she stopped, I stopped. I simply walked quietly beside her, matching her steps.

Before long, the Slion Family’s carriage and attendants came into view.

I watched until Lunan boarded the carriage, then handed her the ice cream box I’d been holding.

“Thank you.”

Lunan spoke the words she had once said with an excited voice, but now her tone was melancholy as she departed.

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When Lunan Slion arrived at the family estate, Rokan Slion came out to greet him.

“Lunan! You’ve worked hard training.”
“Yeah.”

He nodded and stepped down from the carriage.

“Did you see your older brother? He said he’d give you a gift directly.”
“…Yeah.”

Lunan Slion took a deep breath and showed the ice cream box in his hand. His eyes held their usual vacant expression.

“Your favorite ice cream. Even with all his duties and training, that fellow still thinks of you.”

Rokan chuckled, muttering that there was no gift for him.

Lunan Slion clenched his molars. He wanted to reveal everything, but if he did, everything he’d protected until now would crumble.

“…I’m going to rest.”

He swallowed the words caught in his throat and slowly climbed the estate’s stairs.

“Yes. You must be tired. Get some proper rest.”
“Yeah.”

Rokan gestured for him to go inside. Lunan Slion nodded and ascended to the second floor.

“Sigh.”

Entering his room, Lunan Slion exhaled deeply and sank to the floor. He bit his lip firmly and opened the ice cream box’s lid.

It was his favorite ice cream, but his hand wouldn’t reach for it. Only his brother’s face came to mind.

‘He’s come again. Just like before.’

Siria Slion hadn’t always been this way.

After returning alone alive from the second mission, he had transformed as if becoming a different person. And only toward me.

To others, he remained courteous and kind—a genius swordsman—but toward me alone, he had become a monster of obsession from some unknowable place.

‘Ruby….’

The Ruby he had spoken of was a squirrel with crimson eyes that lived in a nearby tree when I was young.

We became close, and I gave it the name Ruby, playing together every day, until one day Ruby scratched the back of my hand.

It was only a tiny wound caused by stress during pregnancy, but when Siria saw it, he caught Ruby and all the squirrels nearby and crushed them before my eyes.

And he said:

You are mine. You cannot be hurt. Just breathe and live.

If you tell Father or Mother about this, I will destroy the entire family. I will keep only you alive and burn everything else to death. He threatened me.

From that day on, Lunan fell silent.
To prevent anyone else from being harmed, I avoided both people and animals, and reduced my words to an extreme degree.

Living alone that way, I met another outcast. No—a boy who seemed even lonelier and more tormented than I was.

Raon.

At first, I was merely curious about how to grow quickly and how to endure with such a poor constitution and weak stamina.

Just curiosity. I approached him simply because I was a little interested in his growth.

And I came to understand.
What kind of person Raon was. How hard he worked, how much suffering he endured.

Seeing that boy change even others’ perceptions through sheer effort, I thought I too could change, and I began to transform.

Thanks to Raon and the trainees of the 5th Training Ground, my fear of Siria had been fading, but today that terror has been resurrected.

Lunan simply watched as all the ice cream in the box melted away.

“Only me.”

He murmured with a trembling voice, his head bowed between his knees.

“I just need to endure. It’s fine.”

It seemed he would never eat ice cream again.

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When I returned to the Dormitory after dropping off Lunan, Wrath suddenly burst forth from the bracelet.

-Was that bastard really human?
‘What?’
-That guy who claimed to be the ice cream girl’s brother.
‘Ah, he was certainly strange.’

I nodded. Siria Slion certainly possessed an approachable and gentle demeanor, yet he also carried an unsettling coldness, as if one had gazed into darkness itself.

Especially when he threatened—his eyes were devoid of vitality, like withered grass. The mere sight of them sent chills down my spine.

Still, his acting was flawless. Had I not witnessed him crushing the squirrel and threatening Lunan, I would have been deceived myself.

‘He’s a madman like Derus Robert.’

Siria Slion seemed incapable of feeling human emotion. Unlike myself, shaped by training, he appeared fundamentally broken.

‘Still, he mentioned a long-term mission, so he shouldn’t return for a while.’
-As long as that bastard is the ice cream girl’s brother, problems will keep arising.
‘That’s true.’

Even if Siria Slion wouldn’t arrive at the Zigheart estate for several years, Lunan was family, so I would inevitably continue to encounter him.

No, I might continue watching him. The obsession gleaming in those dry eyes was unmistakable.

-Hand over your body. I’ll kill that bastard and return it to you.
‘What?’
-I repay kindness twofold and vengeance tenfold. Since that child showed me the new world of bead ice cream, I can do that much.
‘You’re joking.’

I chuckled softly and waved my hand dismissively.

-I’m serious!
‘Even if you are, that’s not happening.’
-Why not?
‘That bastard inflicted trauma on Lunan. Even if you kill him, it won’t heal. It might only make it worse. In cases like this, he has to stand up on his own. And….’

I tapped the floor with my finger.

‘I can kill that bastard too.’

Lunan is the first person in both my past and present lives to show me consideration.

Since I’ve received great help from him, I can at least kill Siria Slion for him.

-You’ve truly lost your mind. That bastard is someone you couldn’t defeat even with a hundred of you. He’s already transcended to a higher realm.

Wrath scowled, telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

‘He’s certainly strong, that’s true.’
-If you know that, why are you talking such drivel?
‘That doesn’t mean a blade can’t find its way to his throat.’

I tapped my scabbard, releasing a chilling aura.

“There’s more than one way to kill a person.”

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