The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 514

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Chapter 514

A woman with sunset-hued hair and pale bronze skin studied me as she acknowledged the old man’s words.

“Raon? This one?”
“What? You’ve never seen Raon before?”

The white-haired old man’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been back there. I’ve heard plenty of rumors, but this is my first time seeing him in person.”

The woman shrugged as if to say she understood, her gaze sweeping across my face.

“Sigh, that household, really…”

The old man exhaled deeply, picked up the Heavenly Sword that had fallen to the ground, and brushed away the dust.

“This blade was forged by that Balkan fellow…”

He sheathed the Heavenly Sword before drawing the Soul Reaper Sword from behind my waist.

“This one I crafted myself. Surely you recognize it.”

The Soul Reaper Sword resonated with a solemn ring, just as it did when held in my hands.

“It’s been a while. Have you been well?”

The old man smiled faintly as his fingers traced along the blade’s edge.

Whirrrr.

The Soul Reaper Sword responded warmly, its blade shimmering with a subtle crimson glow.

“It feels like just yesterday we were at the Six Emperors’ exhibition match, yet both you and this blade have grown considerably.”
“Ah, that’s right. Those golden eyes and red irises—Sylvia’s features are stamped right there. That boy certainly inherited good looks.”

The woman lifted my eyelid with her finger to examine my crimson eyes, then laughed brightly.

“But this one sure has quite the appetite for someone who looks so composed.”

She picked up a skewer from the scattered food atop the cloth. After tearing off a piece and tasting it, I could tell it had just been grilled—still warm.

“Judging by those wounds, it looks like he was being chased. But how could he eat in such a situation? It seems he didn’t even manage a single bite.”
“Hmm, he’s not usually like that. I have no idea what’s going on either.”

The Old Man squinted as he looked at the unconscious Raon and the food scattered across the floor.

“He certainly picked out all the delicious items. All we’d need is some alcohol to make this perfect….”

The woman finished the skewer, chewed and swallowed the pizza, then even rolled ice cream across her tongue as a palate cleanser. In the midst of all this, she smacked her lips, craving a drink.

“You really are….”

The Old Man let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“Aren’t you concerned about this boy at all? Take him to the Healing Center at once!”

He gestured sharply toward Raon’s still-unhealed wounds.

“Me?”

The woman blinked at the Old Man.

“Should I do it?”
“Hmm….”

Rather than examining Raon’s wounds that covered his entire body, the woman narrowed her eyes as she studied his brow.

“Move quickly! We need to set sail soon!”
“That’s true.”

When the Old Man pressed her, the woman gave a short nod and hoisted Raon onto her back.

“It’s fortunate we stopped by the old Smithy before departure. Take him to the Healing Center quickly and return. I’ll stay here since entering the royal castle would only bring troublesome matters.”
“There’s no need for that.”

The woman swallowed the ice cream she’d been holding and shook her head.

“I’m taking him with me.”
“What?”
“I’m saying I’m taking this one with me.”

She had already made her decision, draping a large cloth from the floor over Raon.

“This is insane! If Raon disappears, all hell will break loose! Or it might already be breaking loose!”

The Old Man shouted in protest at this madness. His eyes trembled as if battered by waves.

“We’ll inform them before departure. No one will be able to chase us anyway.”

The woman lifted Raon slightly and settled him properly across her shoulder.

“Aside from everything else, that child is injured right now!”
“Physical wounds are nothing. A little rest will heal them.”
“Rest? You really are….”
“The truly critical issue is what’s happening inside his mind.”

A brilliant azure radiance bloomed from her slender fingers, flowing into Raon’s temples.

“I-inside his mind?”
“Yes.”

The woman’s crimson eyes gazing upon Raon shimmered with luminous light.

“If we don’t stabilize it quickly, severe aftereffects could develop.”

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“Mmm….”

Dorian’s eyes opened with a low groan. Feeling a peculiar sensation—warmth within his body and coolness without—he pressed his hand to his forehead.

‘Huh…?’

M-my arm is moving?

The arm that hadn’t budged until I lost consciousness was now moving exactly as I willed it.

Puzzled, I lowered the hand I’d been pressing against my forehead. My right hand, which had been crushed beyond recognition, was now completely restored.

“Ugh….”

Dorian’s lips trembled.

‘What?! How is it intact?!’

I would never forget how Orgos’s demonic energy had pulverized both my arms and legs.
The pain and terror from that moment were seared so deeply into my mind that not even death could erase them.

Even the Royal Physician who treated the king had shaken his head, saying it was beyond repair. I couldn’t fathom why my arm had suddenly recovered.

‘M-my legs are moving too.’

My legs, which had been wrung out like wet laundry, had returned to their original state as if nothing had happened, and fresh flesh was filling in the dark hole that had pierced my abdomen.

‘How is this possible?’

I had resolved to die for Raon, had made peace with that fate.
My final wish had been for him—my lifelong benefactor—to survive unharmed. I never dreamed my body would be restored like this.

“Hnngh….”

Tears flowed uncontrollably as the realization that I had lived, that I didn’t have to die, washed over me.

“Haaah….”

As Dorian wiped away his falling tears with his now-restored left hand, he heard someone’s heavy breathing.

‘Did that person heal me?’

That’s right. The High Priest was supposed to arrive.

I recalled that the Royal Physician had summoned the High Priest. My vision was still blurred, but I could tell by the ceremonial crown upon their head and their ragged breathing.
It seemed the High Priest and the healer had worked together, each using their abilities to treat my wounds.

“Ugh….”

I pushed myself up from the ground with my hands. As I realized that what I thought would never be possible again was now within reach, emotion welled up inside me once more.
I conveyed my gratitude directly to those who had healed me.

“Thank you. I owe my life to you.”

When I spoke my thanks, the source of that breathing suddenly whipped their head around.

“Huh…?”

At the sight of a face I could never have imagined, my jaw dropped.

“M-Merlin?”

The figure standing before me was not a healer but Merlin. It seemed I had mistaken the elongated nose of the Old Woman mask—stretched like a bird’s beak—for the High Priest’s ceremonial crown.

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

I screamed and staggered backward. But with nowhere to go, my back immediately struck the wall.
I looked around desperately for help, only to find that the entire Gwangpung Corps and all the healers lay unconscious on the ground.

‘Damn it all!’

I had just come back from the brink of death, only to face it again. But there was nothing I could do.

I clenched my fists and forced myself to stand. My limbs trembled violently, but I stepped forward to protect the Gwangpung Corps.

“W-what is the meaning of this!”
“Raon.”

From the broken lower jaw of the Old Woman mask, Merlin’s thin, parched lips moved rapidly.

“Where is Raon! The scent is strongest here—where is he!”

She exhaled pale breath as she called out Raon’s name. Then, like a hound, she sniffed around the area, circling restlessly.

“Huh?”

Dorian blinked his eyes.

‘What is this…?’

Merlin showed no interest in him or the Gwangpung Corps, continuing to search only for Raon.

“Why is it so noisy? Keep it down…”

Burren Zigheart rose to his feet, clutching his head.

“Gasp!”

Dorian’s fingertips trembled as he looked at Burren Zigheart. The eyes that had been gouged out by Orgos were now glowing with brilliant blue light, restored to life.

“Lord Burren Zigheart! Your eyes!”
“My eyes? Ah…”

Burren Zigheart touched his own eyes and gasped.

“My eyes! They’ve returned! And my shoulder bone too!”

It wasn’t just his eyes that had healed. The shoulder that had been shattered completely—the one he’d been told would never wield a sword again—had recovered to a state even cleaner than before the injury.

“My arm as well…”

Mark Goeten rose with a groan, and his arm, which had been completely burned away, was now covered in fresh, clean new flesh like that of a child.

“…”

Lunan Slion hadn’t awakened yet, but the holes in her abdomen were sprouting new flesh. She had recovered completely—a gentle purring sound escaped her as she slept peacefully.

‘It’s not just the unit leaders.’

Dorian swallowed hard as he looked at the Gwangpung Corps sprawled on the right side.
The demonic energy lodged in the wounds of the swordsmen who had suffered critical injuries was vanishing, and healthy color was returning to their faces. They were all being healed.

“Merlin!”

As I exhaled in relief, Martha, who had belatedly awakened, drew her sword and positioned herself in front of Merlin.

“Absolutely not! You cannot touch her!”

Martha’s eyes blazed with bloodshot intensity as she summoned her aura. Though her body’s condition seemed far from normal, her willpower appeared more resolute than ever.

“Where is Raon?”
“Raon? Why are you looking for Raon here! What happened!”
“Tch….”

Merlin ground her teeth and flung open every door in the infirmary. Confirming that no one was there, she cursed and shattered the healing center’s window, leaping outside.

“There!”

Just as Martha moved to follow Merlin, the healing center’s door burst open violently, and Rimer and Sheryl entered.

“Damn it! She’s already gone!”

Sheryl, sensing Merlin’s aura, ground her teeth as she gazed at the shattered window through which the woman had escaped.

“What…?”

Rimer’s eyes widened not at Merlin, but at the Gwangpung Corps members.

‘What is this?’

According to what Roen had told him, the Gwangpung Corps’ injuries were severe enough to warrant preparing for death.
Glen had forcibly opened the Treasury and even distributed elixirs, yet none of the swordsmen here bore critical wounds.
Most suffered only minor injuries, and the squad leaders were already in condition to rise.

“What happened here?”
“Well, that is….”
“We’re not entirely certain either, sir.”
“We simply slept and woke to find all our injuries completely healed….”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen tilted their heads in confusion, equally bewildered.

“My eyelids felt heavy, so I dozed off briefly, but when I regained consciousness, all wounds had been cleanly treated.”

The Royal Physician regained consciousness and examined the Gwangpung Corps, exhaling a breath of bewilderment.

“This is the work of a divine hand. No priest or healer could accomplish such treatment.”

He observed Dorian’s arms and legs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Um, well…”

Dorian hesitated before raising a trembling hand.

“Could it be that Merlin treated us?”
“Have you lost your mind?”
“That woman is our enemy—why would she heal us!”

Burren Zigheart and Martha furrowed their brows, demanding he speak sense.

“I… I think I was the first to wake up…”

Dorian’s shoulders trembled under their intensity as he continued.

“Merlin was breathing heavily as if exhausted, and she only examined the Gwangpung Corps. Without any hint of malice—she simply looked at us. So I thought, perhaps…”
“That would be…”
“Hmm…”

Burren Zigheart and Martha fell silent at his words.

“Unbelievable as it is, there’s a possibility of some extraordinary magic at work. The damage was beyond what we could treat.”

The Royal Physician nodded, calling it nothing short of a miracle.

“Hmm…”

Rimer examined the Gwangpung Corps, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully.

‘It’s certainly an aura I’ve never sensed before.’

A noble yet ethereal energy swirled around every member of the Gwangpung Corps.
It was a quality he had never felt from anyone, which made the possibility seem plausible.

‘Merlin’s behavior was strange, too.’

She had blocked the 10th Apostle as if to protect Raon, and immediately pursued him afterward.
Considering Eden’s usual movements, it was extraordinarily peculiar.

“But why is Merlin looking for Raon?”

Martha’s lips twisted as she glared at the window Merlin had burst through.

“What happened to Lord Raon!”
“Master!”
“Tell us.”

Dorian, Burren Zigheart, and Lunan Slion sprang to their feet and approached Rimer.

“Please inform us.”

Mark Goeten also rose, flexing his newly restored arm.

“To put it simply….”

Rimer briefly explained everything that had transpired, then told them that Raon appeared to be somewhere within the Owen Kingdom.

“Now is not the time to wonder why our bodies have recovered.”

Lunan Slion, who had risen without notice, fastened his sword.

“He’s right. Let’s go.”
“Yes!”

At Burren Zigheart’s resolute command, the entire Gwangpung Corps shook off the dust from where they had been lying and stood.
They hastily donned their torn uniforms and made their way toward the Healing Center’s door.

“Wait, hold on!”

The Royal Physician blocked the Gwangpung Corps’ path, waving his hand.

“You’re still patients! Your external wounds may have healed, but you’re in a state of severe mental exhaustion! You absolutely must rest….”
“We understand well enough. However….”

Martha bowed deeply to the Royal Physician.

“If we cannot find Raon, our minds won’t merely grow weary—they’ll shatter entirely. Please understand.”
“That’s right. We’re alive and here because of that boy. We must find him, no matter what.”

Burren Zigheart nodded in agreement, clenching his fists. His heterochromatic eyes gleamed softly.

“Thank you.”

Lunan Slion bowed respectfully before being the first to leave the Healing Center. The other swordsmen followed in her wake, departing the facility.

“Team One heads north, Team Two south, Team Three east. We’ll request the Gwangpung Corps Master and the Heavenly Sword Master to cover the remaining areas….”

Burren Zigheart immediately formulated a strategy and mobilized the Gwangpung Corps.

Martha, the last to exit, turned back to look at Sheryl.

“Has the Head of House arrived?”

Sheryl nodded calmly.

“Of course he has.”
“Ah!”

Color returned to Martha’s face. If Glen Zigheart had come, everything would surely be resolved.

“But he has matters to attend to at the moment.”
“What? What do you mean…?”
“He is….”

Sheryl’s eyes narrowed as she turned her gaze toward Camelrun.

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Glen Zigheart stood motionless upon the Frozen Lake, where moonlight rippled across the ice. His eyes narrowed as he watched the Holy Sword Master approaching with heavy, deliberate strides.

“How bothersome.”
“There have been many entertaining things since I emerged into this world.”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order rubbed his shoulder, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Facing the swordplay of Sageomma and Akgeomhu was intriguing, and the second Demon Lord I encountered was stronger than his name suggested. But my heart never truly burned with passion.”

He rolled up his long robe, exposing his abdomen. Across the taut, rippling muscles, an eerie scar in the shape of a blade was etched.

“You remember, don’t you? The wound from being pierced by your blade. Even after my body was reconstructed through a second rebirth, it never healed.”

Joy bloomed across the Holy Sword Master’s Order’s face as he faced the Demon Lord with composure to spare.

“There is no one else. You alone, Glen Zigheart, are worthy of crossing blades with me!”

As if resonating with his spirit, the black sword rose of its own accord, unleashing a growling resonance.

“Still mad.”
“One cannot become master of the Holy Sword Association without madness.”

As the Holy Sword Master’s Order extended his arm, his black sword flew smoothly into his grasp.

“Before opening the gates of Rion, the children cried out that they must take revenge on Zigheart, that they must exact a blood price. But I have no interest in revenge.”
“What?”

Glen narrowed his eyes as he gazed into the Holy Sword Master’s Order’s pupils, which blazed with crimson energy.

“Abandon your thoughts of your talented grandson. Pay no mind to the past or the future—think only of the present.”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order raised his black sword. The blade, wrapped in an ominous aura, emanated killing intent as if it would sever Glen’s throat in an instant.

“Is moonlight not sufficient as a witness? Let us determine who is the strongest swordsman on the Continent.”
“The present matters. But you have no place in my present.”

Glen closed his eyes calmly, then opened them as he drew the Heavenly Sword. The black blade, drawn without sound, blazed with crimson lightning.

“Let us end this swiftly.”

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