The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 575

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Chapter 575

I blinked as I met Rimer’s smile.

“Why did Sepia suddenly come up?”

Sepia was the sacred ground and homeland of all elves—a place humans couldn’t simply enter. I couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking.

“It’s not sudden.”

Rimer tapped the sword at his waist. The leaf-shaped crossguard trembled slightly.

“I think I need to return this sword now.”
“But you treasure that blade.”

Even when he was stripped naked and chased out of the Gambling House, he hadn’t pawned this sword. I couldn’t understand why he’d return a masterpiece that rivaled the Heavenly Sword itself.

“It’s not mine.”

Rimer gazed down at the sword, his smile turning bitter.

“It’s a sacred relic of my tribe—I just brought it with me when I left.”
“A sacred… relic?”

I looked at the sword again and swallowed hard.

*Did he steal it?*

The image of Rimer sneaking away with his tribe’s sacred relic flashed through my mind.

“You’re thinking I stole it right now, aren’t you? I didn’t. Erase that picture from your head.”
“Really?”
“Of course I had permission!”

Rimer stomped his foot as if offended by what I thought of him.

“I find that hard to believe….”
“I was perfectly sound of mind back then!”

Fortunately, he seemed aware that something was amiss with him now.

“Then why are you trying to return it?”
“My arm is in this state now.”

Rimer gently touched his right shoulder with his left hand.

“Whether I attach a new arm or wield the sword with my left, I no longer feel worthy of possessing this blade.”

He laughed, saying he had finally let go of his lingering attachment and wanted to return it.

“Is that really necessary?”
“I told you. It’s a divine artifact—a divine artifact should be wielded by someone worthy of it.”
“Hmm….”
“Besides, I was planning to visit home anyway. It’s been far too long since I’ve been back.”

Rimer shook his head firmly, as if his decision was already made.

“Understood. Safe travels. I’ll oversee the Gwangpung Corps in your absence.”

Raon bowed respectfully to Rimer and turned to leave.

“Wait! You’re coming too!”

Rimer grabbed his wrist again as if questioning what he meant.

“Why would I?”
“Would you send a patient off alone?”

He shrunk his neck while touching the empty sleeve.

“Ugh….”

Raon brushed his forehead with his palm and exhaled deeply.

“Sepia is the sacred ground of the elves. How could I, a human, possibly enter such a place?”

Only those who had formed a special bond with the elves of Sepia could enter that place. I would have been turned away at the entrance without question.

“I live there as an elf! Besides, you and I are master and disciple, so of course I can enter!”

Rimer furrowed his brow, wondering why I was even worried about such a thing.

“Weren’t you expelled from there?”
“No! When I was there, I was a noble elf through and through!”

He insisted once more that he had been perfectly normal back then.

“…I understand.”

I reluctantly nodded. Rimer wasn’t the type to go around getting beaten up, but it seemed better to follow along just in case.

“That’s my disciple for you!”

Rimer patted his knee with his left hand, pleased with my decision.

“But what do you mean there’s something I’d like?”
“You like weird and strange food, don’t you? Like that mint chocolate you ate earlier.”
“That’s…”
-Damn fool with the pathetic ears!

Just as I was about to say I didn’t actually like it, Wrath, who had been yawning, suddenly sprang up.

-How dare you flap your mouth when you don’t even understand the refreshing sweetness of mint chocolate! What are you doing? Slap that fool’s cheek right now!

He raged with even greater fury than when he himself was being insulted.

‘Now that I think about it, I suppose that’s how it looks.’

Since I’d been eating nothing but strange food every day because of Wrath, it wouldn’t be odd to call me a connoisseur of bizarre cuisine.

“Sepia has quite a lot of unique and delicious dishes.”
“Don’t elves usually eat vegetables and fruits raw?”
“That’s ancient history. Of course some still eat that way, but we have quite a variety of cooking methods.”

He chuckled, mentioning that there were plenty of bizarre dishes too.

-What are you doing!

Wrath waved his hand quickly as if he’d never been angry in the first place.

-Let’s go! I want to taste the cooking of you long-eared ones! I have a feeling it will suit me well!

He shook his head so vigorously that his jowls trembled, insisting they leave immediately.

“Ah! You like nadin bread too?”
“Well, I don’t mind it.”

I nodded, since I genuinely preferred nadin bread.

“The person who makes that bread is in Sepia.”

Rimer shrugged as if asking whether I was curious.

-Nadin… bread?

Wrath’s eyes sharpened with sticky murderous intent.

-I will kill them. I will slay that demon who inflicted such terrible rubber-like agony upon me! Depart at once!

Just moments ago, he’d said they would suit him well….

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Ensia measured Rimer’s arm and shoulder dimensions, then nodded calmly.

“It will take some time, but I’ll do my best.”

She examined Rimer’s shoulders and recorded her findings in a notebook.

“Mm….”

Upon seeing Ensia’s notebook, Raon’s lips trembled for a moment.

‘My photograph is in there too….’

My face was prominently displayed on the cover of the notebook Ensia held. I couldn’t bear to look at it out of sheer embarrassment.

“By the way, you’re planning to go to Sepia?”
“Yes. I believe I will.”

Raon nodded.

“Then, would it be possible to bring back a piece of the World Tree? A leaf, branch, or root would work as well.”
“Why do you need a piece of the World Tree?”
“As I mentioned, to minimize the burden on the wearer of the artificial limb, we need materials infused with the essence of nature. I believe the World Tree would be more than sufficient for that purpose.”
“That seems difficult….”

The World Tree was a tree that the elves revered like a mother. It was guarded day and night throughout the year without pause, making it seem impossible to obtain even a single piece from it.

“Leaves and branches of the World Tree are managed by the Elder Council, so it’s impossible for any to leak out. I’ve never even heard of a piece of the World Tree appearing outside.”

Rimer smacked his lips, acknowledging that obtaining it would be difficult.

“That’s true.”
“But couldn’t we just steal it if we can’t obtain it?”

He rubbed his fingers together, suggesting theft as a solution.

“Wow….”

Raon’s mouth fell open. I was astounded that such a proposal to steal a piece of the World Tree had come from an elf’s lips.

-…Is it really okay for him to be like that?

Even Wrath, the Demon King himself, found himself concerned about Rimer’s sanity.

“If it’s not possible, we’ll have to find something else. Please don’t strain yourself too much.”

Ensia offered a serene smile as if to reassure Rimer.

“Why did you suddenly become so kind?”

Rimer blinked at Ensia, his eyes widening with curiosity.

“You seemed to be in a bad mood earlier, so I thought I’d tease you a little.”

Ensia shook her head, dismissing his concern.

“Right? I knew it! There’s no way I could have an ambiguous face!”

Rimer laughed freely, his confidence in his appearance restored.

“Yes. You’re quite handsome.”
“Exactly! My face is actually not inferior to Raon’s….”
“A firefly before the sun. There’s no comparison.”

Ensia’s smile vanished, replaced by a chilling gaze.

“Uh….”

Rimer’s lips trembled as if he’d been frightened.

“Then I’ll be going. I need to prepare.”

Ensia hurried into the Annex Building with the ice cream she’d been given as a gift, thinking she needed to start drafting the designs first.

“Ah, it hurts. That last comment was so sincere it actually wounds….”

Rimer groaned, clutching his chest with his left hand.

“Hmm?”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched Yua bouncing excitedly at the sight of the ice cream in Ensia’s hand.

“By the way, elves sing well too, don’t they?”
“Most of them do.”

Rimer nodded slowly.

“Should I bring Yua along as well? She seems like she could learn something.”
“Huh? That’s actually a good idea.”

He flicked his fingers, indicating that it would be fine.

“When will you be departing, sir?”
“No need to waste time. Let’s leave the day after tomorrow.”
“Understood.”

As Rimer said, since I had no idea when the next mission would arrive, it seemed best to make the trip quickly during my leave.

“Then let’s meet in front of the Patriarch’s Hall tomorrow morning.”

Rimer waved his left hand cheerfully and departed from the Garden of the Annex Building.

I watched his right sleeve flutter in the breeze and sighed.

‘I hope things work out well, whatever happens.’
-Grrrrgh….

As I smacked my lips briefly, I heard Wrath’s groan.

-I will kill him! I absolutely will slay that bastard! Nothing else matters!
‘….’

Why is he so terrifying all of a sudden?

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“Haaaaah!”

Burren set down his training sword with a labored breath.

“Damn it. I thought I was catching up a bit, but now he’s gone off to the heavens.”

He gazed up at the azure sky, his brow furrowing with displeasure.

“There are times when we think exactly alike.”

Martha leaned her back against the wall, brushing away the sweat-dampened strands of hair from her forehead.

“I barely reached Master rank and stood on equal footing with him, only for him to slip beyond my reach.”

She muttered irritably and clenched her fists.

“It’s strange, and frustrating, but I’m not jealous.”

Burren Zigheart lowered his gaze and let out a soft chuckle.

“It can’t be helped. He’s probably still training even now.”

Martha nodded in agreement.

“That’s not it.”

Lunan swallowed the spherical ice cream in her hand and shook her head.

“What?”
“This morning, he bought ice cream and ate it with me.”

She wiggled her fingers, indicating that Raon had bought it for her.

“It’s really unexpected. A man who calculates every meal expense actually enjoys ice cream.”

Burren tilted his head in bewilderment.

“Raon is similar to me.”

Lunan blinked, as if pleased by this observation.

“Regardless, the fact that I lost to that fool is infuriating….”

Martha frowned as she looked at Lunan.

“Heh.”

Lunan Slion stared blankly at Martha for a moment before his lips curled upward. His eyes remained cold, yet his mouth twisted into a grotesque smile.

“Ugh….”

Martha’s clenched fists trembled with barely contained fury.

“I’ll catch up to you. I’ll train through the night if I have to!”

She turned her head away, declaring that she would never accept defeat.

“Come to think of it, who’s going to oversee our evening training now?”

Burren Zigheart broached the subject as if he’d just remembered something.

“Training?”
“The Head of House won’t be able to oversee our evening sessions anymore, will he?”
“Well, that’s true.”

Martha nodded heavily.

“Dogyae and Raon are with us from dawn until afternoon, so it’s awkward to ask them to oversee the evening sessions too….”
“We’ll have no choice but to train among ourselves now….”
“Would it be alright if I did it?”

As Burren Zigheart and Martha pondered the matter, a gentle voice drifted in from the direction of the Training Ground’s entrance.

Creak!

The Training Ground’s door opened, and Denier Zigheart nodded slightly.

“Father?”

Martha’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What brings you here….”
“You didn’t come for dinner, so I came looking for you.”

Denier waved his hand with a faint smile.

“Ah, my apologies. I did promise, didn’t I?”

Martha scratched her head, remembering now.

“It’s fine. But I heard you were looking for someone to help with evening training—is that right?”
“Well, yes, that’s true….”
“If you’re both willing, I can spare some time in the evenings.”

He nodded, indicating he could make time if they wished.

“Really? You mean it?”
“It’s nothing difficult. Of course, when I’m busy, it’ll be hard.”
“That’s more than enough!”

Burren swallowed hard and parted his lips.

“Are you really sure? You’ve been so busy lately.”

Martha gazed at Denier with worried eyes, concerned he might be overextending himself.

“Can’t I spare that much time for my daughter and nephews?”

Denier patted Martha’s head reassuringly.

“I’ll help you all climb higher.”

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The dawn of the day after tomorrow.

Raon entered the Audience Chamber with Rimer. Since both the unit commander and vice commander were leaving simultaneously, they needed to obtain permission from the Head of House first.

“I pay my respects to the Head of House.”
“Rise.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand dismissively, as though even acknowledging the greeting was beneath him.

“So, you’re going to Sepia?”
“Yes.”

I straightened my posture and nodded firmly.

“The commander of the Gwangpung Corps may face difficulties traveling alone, so I intend to provide an escort.”
“Hmm….”

A faint glimmer of light flickered across Glen’s indifferent eyes.

“There will be no assignments for a while, so the timing isn’t unfavorable. However….”

He continued, his gaze turning sharply toward Rimer.

“Can you even enter Sepia? Weren’t you cast out?”
“Ha, like blood will tell—you’re asking the exact same thing.”

Rimer shook his head vigorously and stepped forward.

“I wasn’t cast out! I left of my own accord!”
“Blood will tell?”
“This fool said the exact same thing you did, Head of House!”

He pointed at me with a furrowed brow.

“Cough, cough!”

Glen covered his mouth with the hand that had been supporting his chin and nodded. His left leg suddenly began to tremble vigorously.

“It’s only natural, given that you’re constantly doing something strange.”
“In any case, I’m not an exile. Don’t worry.”

Rimer waved his hand, saying he could enter Sepia simply by showing his face.

“Understood. As long as I can enter, it matters not.”

Glen Zigheart turned his gaze slowly toward me.

“Commander of the Gale Wind Squad.”
“Yes.”
“Sepia is no ordinary city—it is a sacred ground of the elves. As an executive of Zigheart, mind your words and conduct.”
“Understood.”

His words were lengthy, but the meaning was simple: restrain Rimer.

“And….”

Glen Zigheart closed his eyes briefly before opening them again and continuing.

“Upon reaching Grand Master, physical transformation will be minimal. What matters henceforth is enlightenment and mental imagery—observe and experience as much as you can.”

He delivered sincere counsel in an austere tone.

“I shall bear it in mind.”

I placed my hand over my chest and bowed respectfully.

“Go now.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand, signaling he had said all he needed to say.

As I lowered my head and moved to exit the Audience Chamber, the door burst open roughly.

Whoosh!

It was Aris Zigheart. She thrust her head through before the door had even fully opened.

“You’re going to Sepia? I’m coming too!”

She jerked her chin, insisting she accompany me.

“You? Absolutely not.”

Glen furrowed his brow and shook his head.

“I told you to write up all the reports that have accumulated so far.”
“How am I supposed to finish all of that! Twenty years’ worth!”
“It’s your fault for putting off your work. You’re not going anywhere until you complete every last one.”

His eyes narrowed with absolute resolve—there was no escape for her.

“Raon! Tell Father that you want to go with him! I’m going to grow old and die here!”

Aris Zigheart clutched at my sleeve, her hand trembling with desperation.

“Hmm….”

I closed my eyes and my mind raced through the possibilities.

‘If I go with Aris….’

I envisioned the World Tree split in half and collapsing, with Aris standing before it, laughing. The image extended to the elves rushing forward with their faces twisted into demonic expressions.

Cold sweat trickled down my spine. If I went with Aris, I wouldn’t die at the hands of enemies—but I had an unsettling premonition that the elves would fill me with arrows.

I looked at Aris and shook my head with firm conviction.

“I must respectfully decline.”

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“Are you coming now?”
“Young Master!”

As I emerged from the Patriarch’s Hall, Dorian and Yua—who had been chewing on round pastries—waved their hands at me.

“I heard Yua was going, but you’re coming along too, Dorian?”

Rimer tilted his head as he looked at Dorian.

“When you’re traveling, you need to carry a backpack.”

Raon shrugged his shoulders as if to say it was obvious.

“Uh….”

Rimer let out a hollow laugh.

“People say I’m crazy, but if you ask me, you’re the real one….”

He shook his head at Raon in disbelief.

“I’m used to it.”

Dorian laughed, telling him not to worry.

“I’m already tired before we even leave. Let’s go quickly.”
“Young Master Raon!”

As Rimer stepped forward to depart immediately, Roen’s voice called out from behind.

“Roen?”

Roen approached quickly and held out an elegant pouch.

“This is….”
“He said to buy a gift or two since you’re going back home.”

He laughed wryly, mentioning that Glen had given it to him.

“Oh!”

Rimer grinned widely at the generous pouch.

‘It worked as expected.’

I had deliberately told Glen that Raon shared the same bloodline as me, and it was clear that the tactic had worked perfectly—that money had definitely loosened his purse.
I could picture Glen bouncing his leg while pointing at the sky with the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll accept it gratefully.”

Rimer reached out his hand, but Roen pulled the pouch back.

“Huh?”
“The Head of House said to entrust it to Raon, not to you.”

He handed the pouch to Raon, citing Glen’s instructions.

“Understood. I’ll make sure it’s spent only on gifts.”

Raon bowed his head as he accepted the pouch from Roen.

“Sigh. How petty the Head of House is.”

Rimer clicked his tongue and shook his head. Yet despite his words, a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth—he was clearly in good spirits.

“Raon.”
“I won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say.”

Raon shook his head at Rimer and entrusted the pouch of gold coins to his pocket.

“That’s not it. I’m talking about what the Head of House said a moment ago.”
“You mean about gaining experience?”
“Yes. You might see arrows that fly through the sky there.”
“Arrows naturally fly through the sky, don’t they?”
“Right, they do.”

Rimer blinked blankly.

“What exactly are you trying to say?”
“Let me put it differently.”

He traced the trajectory of an arrow with his finger and curled up the corners of his mouth.

“You’ll see arrows that dance freely through the air when you go there.”

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