The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 545

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Chapter 545

“Hah.”

I exhaled softly as I watched Lunan Slion’s small back.

‘This kid….’

No matter how much my Mental Realm had grown, I thought it would take considerable time for it to manifest in the real Lunan Slion. People didn’t change so easily, after all.

But that was my mistake. Lunan Slion had grown far more in spirit than in strength.

The tender child who once trembled even when killing enemies—she had now slain the Butler, whom she had known her entire life as a traitor, without a single tremor, crushing her foes with an unwavering, resolute aura.

It seemed she had steeled her resolve to protect Rokan Slion, Clara, and the Slion Family.

—Kkhheung….

Wrath’s eyes glistened with tears as he gazed at Lunan Slion.

—Ice cream girl! Truly magnificent! The True Demon King was dismissed as dust, yet magnificent!

He cried out that was enough, sniffling loudly, his nose tip reddening with genuine emotion.

‘He’s always excessive.’

I smiled faintly as I watched Wrath cry out Lunan Slion’s name.

‘Though perhaps not entirely.’

Lunan Slion had always been distracted by something.
It must have been worry about protecting her family from Siria, and deliberation over what decisions she needed to make.

But whether by her own will or circumstance, she had completely shed those worries, and her spirit had hardened into something stronger than steel.

‘And….’

My martial prowess has grown tremendously as well.

Lunan Slion had recently ascended to the Master realm. Normally, he should have entered a plateau period, but he achieved explosive growth by devouring Baphomet in the Mental Realm.

Lunan’s current level was mid-tier Master. Absurdly enough, he had risen to a level that wasn’t significantly different from Mark Goeten.

“Kneel.”

As Lunan Slion aimed Seolhwa, wrapped in brilliant light, at them, the spirits of Eden trembled at their shoulders and charged toward her.

“Graaaaaaah!”
“Kyaaaaaaah!”

They too seemed to realize this was their last chance, revealing the fighting spirit they had hidden away as they rushed forward.
Blades ground rough as a beast’s fangs surged toward Lunan Slion’s vital points.

Craaaaaash!

Lunan Slion bent her left knee slightly and drew Seolhwa inward against her chest. From her armpit, a silver blade became lightning, bursting forth and scattering sharp frost fragments.

Zzzzzzzt!

The spirits of Eden, heedless of their lives, tried to cut down Lunan Slion, but the moment they touched her frost, their entire bodies froze solid and they collapsed.

“This is the end. Kneel.”

Lunan Slion advanced with calm steps, severed the neck of the spirit wearing an orc helmet, and turned her blade toward the traitors once more.

“Ugh….”
“How did it come to this….”

The traitors of the Slion Family Estate trembled their lips as they beheld Lunan Slion’s frigid gaze. Realizing they could not win, they knelt.

“Ha….”

Martha watched Lunan Slion’s back and let out a hollow laugh.

“They said she’d grown strong, and it’s really true. Ah, how irritating. Tsk!”

Despite her words of irritation, she fell backward with a refreshing smile on her face.

“W-well then, I shall collapse now….”

Dorian panted like a thirsty puppy before collapsing face-down on the ground.

“Idiots! Fight to the very end!”
“Staying like this means death anyway!”
“Reduce the enemy numbers!”

As the Green Warrior and the other spirits of Eden issued commands to fight until the end, a crimson banner fluttered above the right wall.

Glen Zigheart. The Head of House Zigheart and master of these lands revealed eyes burning with scarlet fury.

“How dare you trespass here.”

Glen approached the spirits of Eden, his aura radiating with such savage intensity that it seemed almost crude in its power.

Kuguguguguuu!

The sky wailed and the earth shrieked as a colossal wave of force crashed down, causing the spirits of Eden to drop their weapons and convulse as if suffocating.

“Ugh….”
“This won’t end like this!”
“For the sake of restoration!”

Realizing there was no escape, the spirits of Eden began concentrating their aura in their cores to end their own lives.

“Wh…?”
“What, what is this!”
“Why….”

But their lips trembled in panic as their aura froze in place like hardened plaster, refusing to move.

“I do not permit your death.”

Glen looked down upon the spirits of Eden, his expression twisting into an icy smile.

“You cannot die until I grant you that mercy.”

The moment that eerie resonance swept past, Eden’s spirits foamed at the mouth and collapsed.

Raon swallowed hard as he watched Glen, his throat dry.

‘Is he truly human…?’

In a vast space where hundreds had gathered, he had suppressed only Eden’s spirits without moving a single fingertip—a display of power that transcended human limitations entirely.

“Mm….”

Lunan Slion exhaled a weary sigh and collapsed onto the ground.

“Ah, Miss….”
“Are you alright?”
“Lady Lunan!”

The loyal retainers of the Slion Family who had been holding back the traitors rushed to Lunan Slion and checked her condition.

“I’m fine.”

Lunan Slion nodded and raised her finger to point at the traitors.

“Restrain them first.”
“Yes, understood!”

The warriors, startled by Lunan Slion’s commanding presence revealed for the first time, suppressed the traitors’ auras and bound their limbs, yet their eyes never left her.

“Lunan Slion.”

I approached her side. Her once-clear eyes had transformed into sharp, piercing ones.
Those eyes suited her best. I suppressed the smile threatening to emerge and asked.

“How is your body?”
“Bearable.”

Lunan Slion blinked as if reassuring me, then turned and crawled toward Rokan Slion and Clara.
Having fulfilled her duties as acting head of the family, she now moved to check on her parents’ condition.

“Sigh….”

Only after confirming that both of them were safe did Lunan Slion exhale a deep breath.
Seeing him prioritize the family’s situation over his parents in such circumstances, it seemed the young man who had once seemed merely childish had truly gained the qualifications of a Head of House.

“Where is Siria—no, the Evil Goat Demon?”

Lunan Slion held Rokan and Clara’s hands firmly as he asked about the Slion’s location.

“He’s in there.”

I supported Lunan and showed him the pit where Siria’s corpse lay.
Siria’s body and severed arm remained in place, but his helmet was still nowhere to be seen.

“There’s something odd about it, but he’s definitely dead.”
“Hmm, the Evil Goat Demon might still be alive.”

Lunan Slion shook his head while gazing at Siria’s corpse.

“What do you mean by that?”

I narrowed my eyes. The body had already stopped breathing—I couldn’t understand what Lunan was saying.

“Before you arrived, the Evil Goat Demon threw a strange orb. He said it was a precaution just in case something went wrong….”

Lunan Slion raised his finger and pointed to the corner where Siria had scattered the orbs.

“A precaution….”

I bit my lip as I looked at the corner Lunan indicated.

‘I can’t tell.’

The fight with Siria had been fierce, leaving the ground completely collapsed, so I couldn’t see anything like an orb. I couldn’t sense any particular energy either, so I had no way of knowing what kind of orb it was.

‘Wrath.’
-You only call upon the True Demon King in times like these.

Wrath’s eyes narrowed in displeasure.

‘Not because of me, but for that clever ice cream girl of yours.’
-Tsk!

He examined the pit this way and that, as if he had no choice.

-I don’t sense any particularly strange aura. And I don’t see any orb either.

Wrath shook his head, saying there seemed to be nothing unusual.

‘He’s really not helping at all.’
-You brat!
‘Hmm….’

I clicked my tongue softly. I wanted to ease Lunan Slion’s troubled mind, but I felt frustrated because I couldn’t give her a definitive answer.

“Lunan. For now….”
“It’s fine.”

Lunan Slion shook her head and looked up at the clear sky.

“My brother is already dead. The Evil Goat Demon is my enemy. Even if he comes back, I’ll stop him.”

She clenched her small fists tightly, declaring that she would end Siria herself.
In her resolute eyes, I could feel the determination that she would no longer torment herself with doubt.

-If anything happens, the True Demon King will help you!

Wrath grasped Lunan Slion’s sleeve, insisting he would help her no matter what.

“Tell me if you need help.”
“Yeah. Thanks. Um….”

Lunan Slion nodded, then slowly lifted her gaze.

“That speck of dust that came into my Mental Realm with you—do you remember?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
“It suddenly transformed into a person and seemed to say something to me. Do you happen to remember? It felt strangely familiar, so I’m curious….”

She blinked, as if recalling the moment she had seen Wrath’s true form.

-Oh! Ice Cream Girl! You actually knew about that!

Wrath leaped up with a shriek like a seagull’s cry.

-Tell the True Demon King’s words at once!

He continued speaking with a bright smile, delighted at having encountered Lunan Slion.

-The True Demon King has watched over you since childhood, given you much help, and filled the hole in your belly like a parent….
“You did say something.”

Raon listened to Wrath’s words with an amused smile.

“You said you were hungry.”
“Ah….”

Lunan Slion opened his mouth in a perfect circle, realizing that was what he’d meant.

-What nonsense is that! The True Demon King….

Wrath shrieked, his face flushing crimson.

-Well, I am hungry. When are we eating?
‘….’

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“Raon Zigheart.”

At Glen Zigheart’s call, Raon approached him.

“I greet the Head of House….”
“Spare me the pleasantries. What happened here?”
“The story will be quite long, I’m afraid.”

I lowered my gaze, recognizing this wasn’t the place for such a conversation.

“Then come to the Patriarch’s Hall by noon tomorrow. At that time, I’ll hear the full story from everyone.”

Glen Zigheart looked at me, then Lunan Slion, and finally the unconscious Rokan Slion before nodding.

“First, take the wounded to him. He needs to earn his keep, after all.”
“Understood.”

I recognized that Glen Zigheart was referring to Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma, and bowed respectfully.

Glen Zigheart entrusted the cleanup to Roen and vanished into thin air.

“I’ll handle everything from here, so please return, Raon.”

Roen sent a kind smile and a nod my way.

“Thank you.”

I entrusted the Slion Family Estate’s cleanup to Roen and the Gwangpung Corps, then led the wounded toward the Red Mansion where Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma, was staying.

“Rokan Slion? But this is Lunan.”

Pedrick’s eyes widened as he saw the unconscious Lunan Slion, her parents, Martha, and Dorian as we arrived.

“What on earth happened?”
“There were some circumstances.”
“Circumstances?”
“Yes. With the Slion Family….”

Since the Saint was alone, I gave him a brief explanation of everything that had transpired.

“Tch, so those ghostly bastards’ reach extended here too….”

Pedrick let out a heavy sigh, clearly unaware that Siria Slion and the Family Estate’s key members were Eden’s specters.

“They can deceive even family members once they remove their masks.”
“Exploiting human emotions—truly vicious evil spirits.”

He furrowed his brow deeply, his genuine disdain for Eden evident in every line of his face.

“I’ll take care of these people. But you don’t look well either.”

Pedrick tilted his head as he observed Raon’s pallid complexion.

“I simply overexerted myself. There are no serious injuries.”

I shook my head with a faint smile. In truth, my rage had inflicted severe internal wounds, but I refused his treatment because I didn’t want him to discover that fact.

“I see.”

Pedrick chuckled softly, then tossed a pill from his pocket to me.

“It’s an internal wound remedy. A new formula. Try it as a test.”

With those words, he led the patients deeper inside.

‘He knew all along.’

There was no way the man called a Saint wouldn’t notice my internal injuries. It seemed he understood my circumstances and chose to respect them.

“Thank you.”

I bowed toward Pedrick’s back before leaving his residence.

Upon returning to the Annex Building, Sylvia’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Why are you back so soon? And what’s wrong with your face!”

She trembled, her lips quivering as she questioned why I’d returned injured when I’d supposedly gone out for a gathering.

“Something came up….”

Since Sylvia would soon learn about it anyway, I gave her a brief explanation to soften the shock.

“L-Lunan, are you alright?”
“I wouldn’t say alright. But I think I can manage.”
“What about you?”
“I’m fine too.”

I forced a smile while pretending everything was fine.

“Fine? That’s nonsense! Rest immediately!”

Sylvia noticed my forced smile and gestured for me to enter the room with a tap on my shoulder.
She headed into the Kitchen and instructed the servants to prepare food—likely a special diet for the wounded.

-As expected, Mother is so kind!
‘She’s not your mother.’

I pushed Wrath aside and entered the room.

“Sigh…”

As the tension drained away—or perhaps from the injuries themselves—my strength evaporated, and I collapsed onto the floor.

‘This is worse than I expected…’

The aftereffects of Wrath were far more severe than anticipated. It hurt more than when I’d poured everything into a strike and suffered wounds deep enough to expose bone.

-Did the True Demon King not tell you? You are far too inexperienced to handle pure Wrath.

Wrath curled his lips into a sneer.

‘I didn’t realize it would be this bad.’
-Just as Seolhwa’s senses, Seolhwa’s Silver Veil, or Wrath’s Demonic Eye—until now, you have wielded Wrath along the path I laid out for you.

He raised his round hands as he continued his explanation.

-But this time, you broke free from the path I created and drew upon Wrath of your own accord. Wrath is a force incomparably stronger than aura, so it is only natural that your body suffers strain.
‘Yeah. I know.’

I nodded honestly, accepting the truth.

‘First, let me extinguish the urgent fire.’

I swallowed the internal injury medicine Pedrick had given me in one gulp and activated the Ring of Fire.
The ring encircling my heart drew a line where the pure mana and the healing power of the medicine converged, elevating my body’s natural recovery.

Whoooosh!

From within my dantian, the sacred light blooming from darkness spread outward, slowly subduing the severe internal injuries and markedly reducing the pain.

“Phew….”

I opened my eyes only after absorbing all the energy from the internal injury medicine while seated.

-…That’s why the True Demon King always says it! Know your place!

Wrath had apparently been rambling since earlier. True to his talkative nature, he continued his speech regardless of whether I was listening.

‘This guy really talks a lot.’
-No amount of nagging would suffice for a pathetic wretch like you. Come here. Today I shall teach you properly.

He tapped the ground repeatedly while gesturing for me to approach.

-A thousand years would be too soon for you to handle the True Demon King’s wrath! In fact, in the Demon Realm….

Just as Wrath was about to launch into another boast about himself, a message materialized before my eyes, blocking out his rambling.

[You have achieved victory by overwhelming a higher-tier opponent.]
[You have witnessed the flow of another’s Mental Realm.]
[All stats increase by 17 points.]
[The rank of the trait 【Eye of Wrath】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Seolhwa’s Veil】 has increased.]

The rewards for defeating Siria and aiding Lunan Slion’s Mental Realm had arrived.

-Ah….

Just as Wrath was about to open his mouth, another message burst forth.

[A new trait 【Wrath’s Manifestation】 has been created.]
“Wrath’s Manifestation?”
-Krraaaaaaagh!

Wrath glared at the message while gripping his own hair.

-Kill me. Just kill me already!

He collapsed like a deflated balloon, tears glistening in his eyes.

-Stop draining me, please just kill me noooooow!

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