The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 529

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Chapter 529

I furrowed my brow as I regarded the Black Market Master, Roselin.

“If there’s information you feel compelled to share…”
“Please, have a seat first.”

Roselin gestured toward the chair beside Kuberard, indicating there was no rush.

“Very well.”

I followed her gesture and took the offered seat.
Deningrose, seated across from me, offered a warm nod of greeting, her lustrous violet hair catching the light as it swayed gently.

“Are you recovering well?”

This was the first time I’d seen her since the Flame Demon Lord’s assault, so I inquired about her condition.

“Thanks to you, Raon.”

Deningrose parted her lips with composure.

“Thank you for saving me again.”

She lowered herself on one knee, offering her gratitude.

“We’ve helped each other—there’s no need for such formality.”

I rose and waved my hand dismissively. Deningrose and the Black Market had provided me with invaluable information without asking for anything in return. They were partners in every sense, and such displays of deference felt burdensome.
Because we had a relationship like partners, that kind of greeting felt burdensome.

“Might this old woman offer a word of advice?”

Roselin smiled softly and patted Deningrose’s head.

“If you’ve allowed someone to become indebted to you, it’s best to collect that debt swiftly and decisively. Many people forget their gratitude as time passes.”
“I appreciate the counsel, but I don’t believe Deningrose is such a person, and I’ve already received considerable kindness from her, so it’s unnecessary.”

I shook my head without hesitation, saying that no compensation was necessary.

“I see.”

Roselin’s smile deepened. Her eyes gleamed with approval, as if she appreciated my refusal to heed her advice even more.

“Now I understand why this girl takes such good care of you and shows you such consideration. I’m drawn to you myself.”
“M-Master!”

Deningrose’s pale skin flushed crimson. She shook her head rapidly as if pleading for her mentor to stop.

“Even with age, you remain as foolish as ever.”

Kuberard set down his beer mug and clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“That’s my greatest charm, after all.”

Roselin smiled softly and shrugged her shoulders.

“Now that I think about it….”

I looked back and forth between Kuberard and Roselin, my eyes widening.

“Do you two know each other?”
“We have quite a long history together.”

Roselin nodded as she gazed at the wrinkles etched like a picture across the back of Kuberard’s hand.

“That fellow provided me with a smithy location in a corner of Camelrun.”

Kuberard raised his gaze while swallowing a piece of grilled meat from the center of the table in one bite.

“That corner location?”
“Yes. I asked for a quiet place where ruffians wouldn’t notice me, and he tucked me away in a corner where no one could find it.”

He twisted his mouth in displeasure at the Black Market Master.

“My, I simply did as you requested.”

Roselin waved her hand, insisting she bore no fault in the matter.

“Sigh, I’ll be on my way. Looking at that fellow makes my blood boil.”

Kuberard set down his glass and left the tavern without hesitation.

“He’s more considerate than he appears, isn’t he?”

Roselin smiled as she watched the tavern door sway shut. She understood that Kuberard had deliberately excused himself to allow them to converse freely.

“Then let’s begin our real conversation.”
“Yes.”

I nodded gravely, observing the weight in Roselin’s eyes.

“In truth, we’ve been withholding information about you.”

It was Deningrose, not Roselin, who spoke first. She placed her hands upon her lap and continued.

“We’ve been controlling information about your survival here because the Holy Sword Association and the Black Tower might come searching. I apologize for acting rashly.”
“Not at all. I’m grateful for your consideration.”

I shook my head. Deningrose had concealed the information with good intentions, so I was genuinely thankful.

“However…”

Deningrose’s single eye narrowed sharply.

“Recently—or rather, after the Gwangpung Corps went missing—there’s been an organization tracking you.”

Her voice was low and chilling. It felt as though that organization was watching this very place.

“An organization?”
“Yes. Using various identities, they’ve been demanding information from us about your whereabouts and whether you’re alive.”
“Hmm…”

My eyes narrowed to slits.

‘Who could it be?’

Five possibilities immediately came to mind.

The White Blood Cult, the Holy Sword Association, the Black Tower, Baekgyeong, and Derus Robert—all of them were entities who wouldn’t find it strange to be searching for information about me.

“That organization didn’t stop at merely requesting information from us. They also sought out Baekgyeong through Heekyuk Je, and they moved independently as well. It seemed they were desperate to learn whether you were alive or dead, sir.”

Given that they had also requested information from Baekgyeong, it couldn’t be Heekyuk Je. It had to be one of four: the White Blood Cult, the Holy Sword Association, the Black Tower, or Derus.

“Do you happen to know which organization it was?”
“I’m sorry, but we failed to trace them.”

Deningrose exhaled a short sigh.

“They’re a cell-based organization, so they don’t leave trails. But even when we succeeded in tracking them, they would immediately take their own lives. I thought I was looking at White Blood Cult members.”

She narrowed her eyes, noting that their blood wasn’t white.

‘Now I understand.’

I clenched my fist as I gazed down at the worn table.

‘It’s Derus Robert.’

The cell-based structure and the immediate suicide upon being traced—these were the hallmarks of Shadow, the assassination unit that Derus cultivated.

‘The fact that he continues to gather information about my life and death… he might suspect that I’m the same person as Raon from my past life.’

Others might dismiss such a notion as nonsense, but Derus was a man with an obsessively suspicious nature—it was entirely plausible for him.

‘This is dangerous. However…’

This is his mistake.

With the information I currently possess, I cannot expose Derus Robert’s true nature, but now that his tail has been revealed, I can make the Black Market wary of him.
This will prove invaluable when I face him in the future.

“Well, I should share some information with you as well.”

I lifted my gaze and met Deningrose’s eyes.

“In fact, the people I fought in Barene weren’t just the Holy Sword Master’s disciples.”
“…What do you mean by that?”
“After defeating the Holy Sword Master’s disciples and moving to find the Gwangpung Corps, I was attacked by Masked Men.”
“Ah, I already knew about that.”

Deningrose nodded, apparently having already grasped that information.

“Then you also know that they were corpses?”
“Co, corpses?”

Her mouth fell open as if she had no idea the Masked Men were dead.

“Corpses, you say….”

For the first time, the Black Market Master Roselin’s eyes wavered.

“Could you explain this more precisely?”
“Of course.”

Raon disclosed the information about the smuggler to the Black Market Master and Deningrose.

“Well, not a necromancer, but something like that….”

Roselin swallowed dryly, apparently unaware that such a being as a Water Speaker existed in this world.

“In my opinion, I suspect those who demanded my information from the Black Market and those who handled that corpse are part of the same faction.”

I connected the two forces’ points of contact, allowing the Black Market to draw even slightly closer to Derus.

“Well, this is….”

Roselin scratched her cheek as if embarrassed.

“We were planning to give you information, but instead we’re leaving with what we received.”

She let out a sigh, realizing she hadn’t known the situation was connected like this. Her expression, which had been composed throughout, hardened.

“Then, would you be willing to grant me one request?”

I met the gazes of Roselin and Deningrose in turn.

“Yes. Anything.”
“If it’s something we can do.”

Deningrose and Roselin nodded immediately, as if they had been waiting for this moment.

“I apologize for asking this in such a position, but this information must not reach anyone else. Is that possible?”
“I swear on the name of the Black Market Master that I will protect it.”

Roselin, together with Deningrose, swore that even if their lives were forfeit, they would not break today’s promise.

“Actually, I obtained one piece of information from the one who was controlling that corpse.”
“Information?”
“It was information about where zombie assassins are created.”
“That’s a good thing, though. Why would you….”

Deningrose shook her head in disbelief.

“You didn’t want to reveal that there’s a way to extract information from someone attempting suicide.”

Unlike Deningrose, Roselin grasped the situation at once and offered her interpretation.

“And you could also avoid suspicion and danger regarding an unknown enemy.”
“Correct.”

I nodded slowly.

‘This is an opportunity.’

If the Black Market destroys the zombie assassin factory in Capoli Village, Derus will learn that I can extract information from the Shadow members.
He would modify human brains to prevent any information from leaking, which would be a significant loss for me.

But if the Black Market discovers that factory in this situation, his vigilance will turn toward them instead of me.
It was something that had to happen so I could continue hiding my information in the future.

“I understand what you mean.”

The Black Market Master closed her eyes, then opened them and offered a subtle smile.

“Then the real me should continue to be reported as being here, even if I go to Capoli Village.”

Deningrose nodded calmly, seemingly sharing the same thought. Though she still fell short compared to the Black Market Master, she was undeniably a talented individual.

“Exactly.”

I smiled while meeting their gazes. It was the best approach to avoid suspicion from Derus and to handle the water merchant factory.

“Good. Let’s proceed with that plan.”

The Black Market Master laughed with confidence, saying she would create a method for them to track me and approach Capoli Village.

“Thank you.”
“Not at all. You trusted us and provided valuable information, so I’ll prepare everything trustworthy.”

She spoke with conviction and raised her clenched fist.

“Oh, there’s one more piece of information I need to tell you.”

Just when I thought we were finished, Deningrose leaned forward.

“There’s a rumor circulating that someone named Raon summoned the Blue Demon Lord.”
“What?”

My eyes widened.

“What do you mean….”

It was something I had never anticipated, and my heart raced so violently that the sound of its beating seemed audible to those around me.

‘Do they know about my relationship with Wrath?’

No, that couldn’t be.

Glen, the Holy Sword Union Master, and even Derus—none of them knew of Wrath’s existence. Someone was definitely spreading false rumors.

“They’re spreading the information maliciously. I tried to trace the information back, but they didn’t reveal their identity either. However….”

Deningrose smiled faintly and wagged her finger.

“We won’t even need to step in. The rumors will crumble on their own soon enough.”
“What do you mean….”
“Kaibhar’s rampage was so severe that it spread across the entire Continent. Since you killed such a dragon and earned the title Dragon Slayer, the rumors about the Blue Demon Lord will simply fade away on their own.”
“Ah, that’s true. Hmm? Dragon Slayer?”
“You haven’t heard? It’s the epithet earned when the Sword Dragon slays a dragon.”

Deningrose gazed at me with a gentle smile. Her sharp eyes softened into an elegant expression.

“Dragon Slayer Raon Zigheart. It’s your new epithet.”

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After seeing off the Black Market Master and Deningrose, I headed toward the Dining Hall where Aris was. It was the place where Wrath had snatched the fish porridge from Seagull.

“So that’s how I ended up being called ‘aunt’ by Raon! Honestly, I didn’t have high expectations, but my heart soared. This is the first time I’ve felt this way since being called ‘mother’!”

Aris’s booming voice echoed through the room. Her face flushed as I opened the Dining Hall door.

“Well, it worked out.”
“The White Sword Dragon. Or rather, the Dragon Slayer hearing ‘aunt’—I’m jealous.”
“Getting embarrassed at being called ‘aunt’? You’re still young, Raon. You seemed so much more mature when you were fighting the dragon.”
“That’s exactly what makes it cool.”

The sailors smiled at Aris’s boasting and chatted among themselves.

“Aunt! How beautiful this sound is! Did you all hear it? The word ‘aunt’?”
“I’m a man, so I can’t hear it….”

Aris was going from table to table in the Dining Hall, bragging that she had heard the word ‘aunt’ for the first time.
The way she interacted so freely with the sailors made it hard to believe her surname was Zigheart, but it was a beautiful sight to behold.

“Sigh….”

I let out a low sigh and shook my head. Just as I was standing frozen at the entrance, unable to go in or leave because Aris was being so loud, her gaze suddenly snapped toward me.

“Huh? Our nephew!”

Aris Zigheart approached with both arms spread wide, attempting to embrace me. Her face had flushed to a crimson hue matching her hair—a testament to how much she’d been drinking.

“Ugh.”

I turned my shoulder to evade her embrace and stepped aside.

“What? Dodging me?”

Aris Zigheart pouted and took a light step forward, her arms suddenly within reach.

“Got you.”
“Ah….”

Before I could react, I found myself enveloped in her embrace, my jaw trembling.

“D-did you just use Spatial Sword?”
“Our nephew has sharp eyes.”

Aris Zigheart nodded, her swaying head lifting slightly.

“The principles of swordsmanship and footwork are similar. The only difference is whether you execute them with your arms or legs. True strength comes from connecting martial arts to your very life.”

She murmured words that blurred the line between drunken rambling and genuine instruction, a faint smile playing at her lips.

“There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

I forcibly extracted myself from her tight grip around my shoulders, my expression growing serious.

“Shall we step outside?”

She seemed to read the mood, and with her hand resting on my shoulder, she led me out of the Dining Hall.

“You’re leaving?”

The moment we entered the quiet Alley, Aris Zigheart’s smile shifted—one that suggested she already knew everything.

“Did you know about this?”
“I heard the Black Market Master came. She must have given you some information.”

She nodded with a lucid gaze, as if untouched by alcohol. She knew but didn’t press for details. She was someone who revealed a new side of herself each time.

‘I want to tell her, but I can’t….’

I couldn’t know what Derus Robert was hiding. If I made a careless move, even Aris Zigheart, a transcendent, could die. I couldn’t reveal the truth to her yet.

“Since I’ve already captured Kaibhar, it’s time to return. I need to create Sylvia’s dantian anyway.”
“Yes, that’s right.”

Raon nodded awkwardly.

“Is there anything I can help with?”
“What you’ve already done for me is more than enough.”

Aris had prevented the hole in my upper dantian from growing larger, helped me heal that wound through the achievement of capturing the dragon, and even handed over the dragon heart—the greatest treasure from this hunt.

But beyond all that, she had shown me that I had not just Sylvia, but other family as well. She was someone I could never repay even if I spent a lifetime trying.

“I truly cannot thank you enough.”

I stopped walking. With sincerity blooming in my chest, I lowered my head.

“How serious of you.”

Aris let out a soft laugh and gently stroked my head.

“Family doesn’t say such things to each other.”
“I….”

I lifted my head, my face slightly flushed.

“Travel safely, and I’ll see you next time.”
“Yes. After I create Mother’s dantian, I will visit you again.”
“No.”

Mischief and laughter bloomed anew in Aris’s eyes.

“Next time, we’ll meet somewhere else, not here.”

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I used the dimensional gate to the Black Market that Roselin had shown me, traveling to the vicinity of Capoli Village.
I changed both my hair and eye color to black, donned a worn traveler’s robe, and walked toward Capoli Village.

-Ugh….

Wrath let out a low groan as he surveyed the landscape filled with mountains and forests.

-This is the countryside! There’s nothing to eat here!

He frowned, complaining about when I’d give him pearl ice cream.

‘When we get home, I’ll throw an ice cream party for you. Just be patient.’

I patted his belly as if soothing a child and continued walking along the mountain path.

“Hmm….”

I turned my gaze, my eyes narrowing. The deeper I walked along this ancient forest path, worn smooth as if polished decades ago, the more my chest stirred with unease.
My feet moved naturally, as though I had walked this path before.

‘This should be my first time here.’

I had never visited this place in my current life, nor in my past life, yet strangely, the surrounding landscape felt familiar.

‘And oddly, my head is starting to hurt.’

I held my throbbing head and continued forward.

Since we were quite far from where the dimensional gate was located, I only arrived at Capoli Village as the sun began to set.

‘This is the entrance… huh?’

At the entrance crowded with stone towers, gazing upon the village and the mountain ridge rising protectively above it, a dreamlike landscape overlapped in my mind.

The laughter of children whose names I didn’t know, the benevolent smiles of adults, and the warm smoke rising from chimneys blazed through my consciousness like wildfire.

“Hah!”

I exhaled a ragged gasp and pressed my temples firmly.

‘Now I understand.’

I finally grasped why this place I was seeing for the first time, why the name Capoli Village I had heard for the first time, felt so familiar.

‘This village is….’

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