The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 513

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Chapter 513

The Robert Family Grand Garden, where crimson moonlight scattered across jade-green leaves.

A petite maidservant prostrated herself behind Derus Robert, who had been watching clouds drift like a river.

“What has happened?”

Derus turned his head halfway, taking in the maidservant’s appearance.

“The situation has become complicated.”

Despite her words about complications, Kubara’s eyes remained perfectly serene.

“Complicated?”
“Orgos and the Gwangpung Corps clashed as the Head of House desired, and Raon Zigheart arrived late to the battle, imprisoning Orgos within a barrier. However, after that….”

Kubara closed her eyes briefly before continuing.

“A Demon Lord descended.”
“…A Demon Lord?”

Derus Robert turned around completely. His pupils twisted as if struck by a blade as he looked down at Kubara.

“Did you just say a Demon Lord?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why would a Demon Lord suddenly….”
“According to reports, Orgos’s demonic energy apparently touched a nerve and provoked its appearance.”
“And this Demon Lord’s appearance—or rather, its form?”
“A beauty with sky-blue hair and skin like white jade, though those observing from a distance could not determine whether it possessed a male or female body.”
“Then it is not that one….”

Derus lowered his eyelids deeply, exhaling a turbid breath.

“What became of Raon Zigheart?”
“Since sound could not be heard, they could only discern through lip-reading—apparently the Demon Lord killed only Orgos and ignored Raon Zigheart entirely.”
“Ignored him, you say….”

Lip-reading, or reading words from the movement of lips, was a basic skill all Shadow operatives trained in. They likely hadn’t misread anything.

‘Setting aside the lip-reading, it made sense anyway.’

It was strange that a Demon Lord who had descended because he disliked Orgos’s magical energy would take interest in a mere Master-level human.
It wasn’t a lie that he had ignored Raon Zigheart.

“And after that?”
“The Demon Lord, the White Blood Cult Master, and the Holy Sword Master clashed….”

Kubara reported everything that happened until Glen Zigheart and the Dragon Lord appeared, leaving out nothing.

“Hmm….”

Derus Robert looked down at Kubara while adjusting his black leather gloves. The wound on the back of his hand throbbed slightly.

‘So the Demon Lord broke through the barrier.’

If that were the case, there was a possibility the barrier had twisted and Raon Zigheart had been thrown somewhere across the Continent.

Since Raon had supposedly split his own abdomen to create the barrier, even if he had survived, he would certainly be unable to move or unconscious.

“Kubara.”

Derus made his decision and lifted his head.

“Tell all the Shadow operatives across the Continent to search every infiltrated region to find Raon Zigheart.”

The probability of finding Raon was low, but if they could locate him, it would be an excellent opportunity to kill that troublesome bastard easily. It was an opportunity that could not be missed under any circumstances.

“Instruct them to kill him immediately upon discovery without reporting, and to move in pairs of two just in case.”

Based on what I had seen of Raon Zigheart so far, he would surely struggle even at death’s door. By having them move in pairs, I had to ensure they would absolutely cut off his breath.

“Understood.”
“Wait.”

Kubara nodded without asking a single question. As she was about to withdraw, Derus raised his hand.

“What happened to that Demon Lord?”
“He disappeared when Glen Zigheart and the Dragon Lord appeared, or so I’ve heard.”
“…I see. Let’s go take a look.”

Derus Robert turned away once more. Watching the clouds begin to obscure the moonlight, he curved his lips into a smile.

“A Demon Lord who slew Orgos effortlessly and overwhelmed the White Blood Cult Master, hmm.”

Perhaps I’ve found another word worth using.

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Wrath reappeared in front of the Pearl Ice Cream Shop within the Royal Capital.

-Sigh…

Raon exhaled softly as he watched Wrath clinging to the shop window like a frog.

-This was the place you absolutely had to go?
“Of course it was!”

Wrath nodded vigorously as though the question needed no answer.

“I have lived only for this day! I wished to taste the Pearl Ice Cream with my own mouth and hands!”

His blue eyes blazed with the threat that he would kill anyone who tried to stop him.

-Not that I was planning to stop you anyway.

Raon pointed his finger toward the interior of the shop. The Restaurant Manager was sweeping the floor, apparently preparing to close for the night.

-If you don’t go in now, they’ll lock the door.
“That absolutely cannot happen!”

Wrath bounded forward and rushed into the ice cream shop.

“Oh, I apologize. We’re closed for the day… Ah!”

The young woman who appeared to be the Restaurant Manager stopped in her tracks just as she was about to turn off the lights. Upon seeing Wrath’s face, she dropped the magical lamp she’d been holding. The glass shattered, turning the freshly cleaned floor into a complete mess.

“H-how can a person’s face be like that….”

But the Restaurant Manager paid no attention to the shattered magical lamp and kept her gaze fixed solely on Wrath’s face.

“It’s been a long time since I felt this way.”

Wrath brushed back his perfectly styled hair with his fingertips and lifted the corners of his mouth into a smile.

‘As I mentioned before, the True Demon King’s beauty is unrivaled in the Demon Realm….’
-Is that really important right now? You said we don’t have time.
“R-right! Master, snap out of it!”
“I’m sorry!”

The Restaurant Manager quickly bowed her head, but her pupils were still being drawn toward Wrath.

“Hmm, but you said you’re closed?”
“No! Please choose! Everything! All of it!”

When Wrath’s expression turned disappointed and his brows furrowed, the Restaurant Manager waved both hands frantically. She seemed ready to hand over the entire shop.

“Really?”
“Of course!”
“May you be blessed!”

Wrath, despite being a Demon Lord, threw out a blessing and examined the Pearl Ice Cream behind the counter.
Wrath and the Restaurant Manager had hit it off from their first meeting.

“Hmm….”

Since the shop was located within the Royal Capital, it offered a wider variety of ice cream than other places. Wrath couldn’t immediately choose and spent quite some time deliberating.

“I cannot decide which one to select.”
-Wasn’t it always mint chocolate?

Raon tilted his head as he looked at Wrath. He had thought Wrath would insist on only mint chocolate, so his hesitation was unexpected.

‘This opportunity might never come again, so I can’t just eat mint chocolate! Especially ice cream flavors you’d absolutely never touch—I have to pick those for sure!’

Wrath’s eyes darted rapidly as he declared he would sample a variety of flavors.

-Choosing is fine, but we don’t have time.
“B-but the True Demon King shall select mint chocolate and pineapple vanilla, apple mango jerky, and peanut apple flavors—one set each!”
-Even after choosing, you only pick weird ones….

I exhaled a sigh. Just hearing the names, every single one was abnormal.

“Understood!”

The Restaurant Manager nodded and began scooping ice cream into an elegant box. Of course, her eyes remained fixed on Wrath.

-But do you have money?
‘Money? M-money!’

Wrath’s eyes widened in shock.

‘Oh, I don’t have any! What should I do?’

He shuffled his feet anxiously. Since he had manifested so suddenly, it was only natural that he had no currency from the Human Realm.

-Is this really a Demon Lord….

The sovereign of the Demon Realm who alone pressured three transcendents was now stammering because he couldn’t afford ice cream. I let out an involuntary laugh.

‘Help me….’

Wrath clasped his hands together in supplication. I wanted to help him pay since he’d been so helpful, but there was no obvious way.

-The money is in my spatial pocket, but I can’t take it out.
‘No, it’s possible!’
-How?
‘Right now, the True Demon King is rooted in your mental world. If you imagine it the way you do when summoning the True Demon King, you should be able to retrieve it.’
-Imagination, huh….

I closed my eyes. I focused my will, imagining the spatial pocket I’d received from Dorian materializing before me.
A floating sensation washed over me as the spatial pocket appeared before Wrath’s eyes.

“Ooh!”

Wrath quickly snatched the pouch and pulled out gold coins from inside.

‘You’re no longer needed!’
-Hey….

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Wrath. He bit his lip, reminding himself to deal with this later.

“Your ice cream is ready.”

The Restaurant Manager placed pearl ice cream in a takeout box and handed it to Wrath. Even at a glance, the portion appeared to be more than double the usual amount.

“Here you go.”

Wrath nodded and placed three gold coins on the counter.

“One coin would be more than enough. I should give you change….”
“I don’t need any change!”

He shook his head vigorously as he grabbed the ice cream box.

“Pardon?”
“It was a satisfying transaction. Take it!”
-That’s not even your money….
“It’s the True Demon King’s money now!”

Wrath waved goodbye to the Restaurant Manager and left the Ice Cream Shop.

-Fine. Just for today. Do as you please…

Raon muttered his resignation and waved his hand dismissively.

-Now hurry up and eat.
“That place!”

Wrath spotted the Skewer Restaurant across from the Ice Cream Shop and swallowed hard.

—Hey. You said you didn’t have time!
“Be quiet, specter.”

I brushed away the hand trying to stop me and stepped toward the skewer restaurant with a light gait.

“Welcome… gasp!”

The middle-aged Restaurant Manager, who had been grilling skewers himself, dropped his jaw at the sight of Wrath’s face.

“What is this?”
“F-Fine and chicken leg meat skewers, sir. We also have pork and beef options.”

The Restaurant Manager bowed with the courtesy one would show a noblewoman. Unlike the manager at the Ice Cream Shop, he clearly perceived Wrath as female.

“Bring out one of each variety!”

I nodded approvingly and placed three gold coins on the counter.

—Hey. Why do you always use three of everything? One would be enough.
‘It is the True Demon King’s money, so it is the True Demon King’s will!’
—No, that’s not even your money!

I had grown fond of spending money and was handing out tips recklessly.

“H-Here you are!”

The Restaurant Manager gave me the skewers meant for other customers and bowed deeply.

“Thank you for your patronage.”

I offered a polite farewell and left the skewer restaurant. For a Demon Lord, my manners were impeccable.

—Now I can finally eat….
“What is that?!”

I stopped mid-bite and dashed toward the pizza shop on my right.

—You gluttonous Demon Lord! You said you didn’t have time!
“Just one more!”

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Glen examined the entirety of the twisted barrier’s interior before exhaling a low sigh.

‘A barrier constructed from blood.’

Since Raon had created this barrier, it was undoubtedly composed of his blood and that of the Gwangpung Corps.

‘Damn it….’

Fury kindled within him toward Orgos for orchestrating such a situation. He wanted nothing more than to resurrect the wretch torn apart by the Demon Lord and beat him to death again.

‘Where could he be?’

If Raon had truly been ejected when this barrier twisted, there would be clues within it. He had to find him by any means necessary.

“Hmm….”

The Dragon Lord also entered the barrier, seemingly searching for traces of the Demon Lord, and began casting various spells.

“Stronger than I anticipated….”

He bit his lip, apparently sensing the aura of the Demon Lord that had influenced the very space itself.

‘Indeed….’

Glen nodded in agreement with that assessment.

‘That was no ordinary demonic energy.’

The Demon Lord had defended against the assault of two transcendents while remaining vigilant toward them. If it remained on this Continent, it could cause catastrophic problems.

But the Demon Lord was not the priority now. Determining Raon’s and the Gwangpung Corps’ location and condition was paramount.

As Glen continued examining the interior of the barrier, Roen approached.

“Head of House.”

Roen continued, his hand placed over his chest.

“Word has come from the main family. The Gwangpung Corps is recovering at a healing center within the Owen Kingdom.”

He spoke of how all members of the Gwangpung Corps were receiving treatment there, his lips trembling slightly.

“It appears the Gwangpung Commander used that ring to send them all.”
“That would make sense….”

Glen nodded. It seemed they were sent to Owen due to insufficient mana, but under the current circumstances, it was an excellent decision.

“Then Raon is….”
“The Gwangpung Commander is not there, according to the report.”

Roen lowered his head to hide his wavering pupils.

“I see….”
“Northern Destruction King.”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order squinted his eyes and draped the black sword across his shoulders.

“What are you doing now? The you from before would have clashed blades with me regardless of whether your subordinates lived or died.”
“Keep your mouth shut.”
“Why not move before I kill those brats myself? Don’t disappoint me any further.”

Beneath his feet, a blood-stained black shadow flared up fiercely.

“Darkan.”

Glen turned around. He looked down at the Holy Sword Master’s Order with a gaze so parched it seemed to drain moisture from the air itself.

“I will kill you without further provocation.”
“Yes. That expression. That’s what I was waiting for….”
“Owen!”

As he twisted his lips upward, Merlin screamed, clutching her head.

“That’s it. Owen! The scent leads to Owen!”

Merlin muttered that my scent continued toward Owen and slipped through the barrier. She shot upward in an instant and flew in the direction of Owen.

Glen kept his sword pointed at the Holy Sword Master while pressing his lips firmly together.

‘That woman….’

She was a deranged human who had kidnapped me to the Eden Branch and now displayed an almost bizarre obsession, yet she was also the first to detect my barrier.

“Roen. Take the Heavenly Sword Master and the Gwangpung Division Master to Owen.”
“Understood.”

The moment Roen nodded, Glen stepped forward with Tae Hwa Bo in the direction Merlin had flown. His silhouette vanished in an instant.

“This madness! Where are you running off to! Glen Zigheart!”

The Holy Sword Master ground her teeth and chased after Glen.

“What in the world is happening here….”

Guisalchang threw down his spear and exhaled in frustration.

“A complete mess.”

Akgeomhu withdrew her hand from the sword stand and sighed.

“….”

Heekyuk Je pressed his temples deeply while gazing in the direction Glen had disappeared.

‘Raon Zigheart and the Demon Lords.’

He recalled the moment he had witnessed Raon Zigheart’s heavenly fortune not long ago.
The demonic visage inscribed in the tome seemed to overlap with the face of the Demon Lord who had killed Orgos.

‘Could it be…?’

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Wrath emerged in the deserted Royal Capital Back Alley, his arms cradling ice cream and various dishes.

“Your form will change soon. Eat here. It would be better to find your appearance.”
-Understood. Shouldn’t we eat quickly?

Raon sighed as he watched the food Wrath was holding.

“I know!”

Wrath nodded and spread out a cloth, then set the ice cream and food upon it.

“What should we try first?”
-We should eat the food first. Ice cream is dessert, after all.
“You truly don’t know how to eat! In moments like this, one must eat ice cream first!”
-Then why ask in the first place…?

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he watched Wrath grin wickedly.

Whoooosh!

Wrath opened the ice cream box lid with trembling hands. As pristine white vapor rose, his eyes gleamed with equal brilliance.

“At last, the True Demon King shall taste this masterpiece with his own hands and mouth. I’ve waited so long…eh?”

However, as Wrath reached for the ice cream, the blue aura gathered on his arms began to scatter.

“What, what?! There should be more time left!”
-You said yourself that healing consumed more power than fighting. And since you’re carrying my burden too, the time got shorter, didn’t it?
“Nooo!”

Wrath’s mouth fell open as the realization struck him.

“No, this can’t be! Just one bite! Isn’t it too sad to buy everything and not eat it?”

He desperately reached out his hand in defiance.

“Damn this wretched sky! I told you to stop being so stubborn!”

The moment Wrath’s hand grasped the mint chocolate ice cream, the azure frost enveloping his entire body erupted in a burst of light, revealing Raon’s form.

Sizzle!

No blood flowed from the abdomen pierced by the Heavenly Sword, yet his complexion had turned deathly pale.

“Today it’s not stubbornness—it’s your gluttony that caused this. Is this wrath or greed?”

Raon shook his head, feeling the cold sensation of the ice cream in his grasp.

“I told you to hurry up and do it…”

But soon he too lost control of his body like Wrath and collapsed to the side.

Crash.

Through his darkening vision, he could see the Heavenly Sword and ice cream scattered across the ground.

As the mint chocolate ice cream that had fallen to the earth slowly melted, the voices of an old man and a woman echoed from between the alleys.

“What could possibly be here?”
“I sensed something strange.”
“Just drunks throwing punches… huh?”

The old man stopped in his tracks the moment he entered the alley. His eyes widened as he examined Raon’s face and the Heavenly Sword.

“Raon Zigheart?”

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