The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 577

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Chapter 577

“Ugh, I’m so bored….”

Aris Zigheart slammed her fist on the desk and let out a long, heavy sigh.

“I shouldn’t be stuck here doing this!”

She gazed at the warm sunlight streaming through the window and gnawed at her lower lip.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen set a teacup and pastries on Aris Zigheart’s desk, a gentle smile playing across his face.

“You’ll be finished before you know it.”
“There’s still so much left! I can’t see the end!”
“They say the beginning is half the battle. You’ve already completed more than half.”
“Sigh, sometimes Roen is even more infuriating than Father.”

Despite her gruff expression, Aris Zigheart popped the pastry Roen had brought into her mouth.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen simply smiled, finding everything Aris Zigheart said endearing.

“Any word from Raon?”
“He sent word that he should arrive in Sepia around noon today.”
“Today at noon?”

Aris Zigheart frowned as she glanced at the sun, which hung slightly past its zenith.

“Then he’s already entered Sepia by now?”
“That would be the case.”
“Aaaahhh!”

Aris Zigheart let out a cry of frustration, running her hands wildly through her sunset-colored hair.

“I should have gone too! It’s not every day you get invited to Sepia as a guest!”
“Hehehehe.”
“Do you have any laugh other than that?”
“Huhuhuh.”

Roen obliged Aris by changing his laugh.

“That’s even worse! You sound like Father!”

Aris slammed her head onto the desk, declaring she was losing her mind.

“By now, Raon must be receiving lavish treatment from the elves. Drinking fruit wine, seeing the World Tree… how I envy him.”
“That’s likely the case. Rimer seems to hold quite a high position in Sepia.”
“Right. I think he said he had a noble-tier rank. That’s why when I first met him, he was so insufferably aloof. His current foolish demeanor is much better.”
“Hehehehe.”

Roen nodded in agreement.

“Roen. Don’t you have anything fun to tell me?”

Aris called out to him, rubbing her forehead against the desk—clearly reluctant to work.

“Well, recently Young Master Burren, Miss Martha, and Miss Lunan have been receiving training from the Hyeonmu Hall Master.”

Roen offered a story he thought might capture Aris’s interest.

“Really?”

Aris lifted her head abruptly.

“Denier is overseeing the children’s training?”
“Yes. All three of them seem eager to catch up to Lord Raon, training quite diligently.”
“That sounds entertaining. Should I go watch?”

She smacked her lips with newfound interest.

“If I boost all the children up a level, won’t they come running to Raon calling me ‘Auntie’ the moment he returns?”
“If you wish to hear them call you ‘Auntie,’ you’ll need to finish today’s work first.”

Roen set down a fresh stack of documents on Aris Zigheart’s desk.

“Roen, I’m going to die at this rate….”

Aris Zigheart grabbed Roen’s sleeve, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen withdrew his arm with cold efficiency, slipping away from her grasp.

“Roen, you’ve really changed so much. You weren’t like this before!”
“People change, after all.”
“It’s not just you, though. Father and others have changed quite a bit too. It’s all because of Raon, isn’t it?”
“Not entirely, but his influence has certainly been significant.”

He nodded with a faint smile.

“That boy’s true talent isn’t martial arts—it’s his charm to draw people in.”

Aris Zigheart closed her eyes briefly before opening them again, a gentle smile gracing her face.

“I wanted to go on a pleasant journey with my charming nephew, but what a shame….”

She picked up her pen and released a long sigh.

“Your aunt will have her hands full, so you go and enjoy yourself.”

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“She said I just need to go and have fun!”

I slashed a semicircular blade aura with the Heavenly Sword, grinding my teeth.

“She said I lived an ordinary life back home!”

I had anticipated this, but the situation still exceeded my expectations, and irritation bubbled up naturally, causing me to slip into casual speech.

“Why did you steal the Divine Artifact?”
“I didn’t steal it! I received it legitimately, I swear!”

Rimer shook his head frantically, insisting he had no idea what was happening.

-Puhehehehe!

Wrath simply burst into laughter, clutching his belly in amusement.

-I knew the True Demon King would be like this. Better to trust Grid’s words instead. Why would you believe that pointy-eared fool!
‘Shut up!’

I shoved the snickering Wrath aside and focused on the barrage of arrows hurtling toward me.

Clang!

The sword barrier from Manhwagong that I had erected beforehand collided with the arrows. Each time an arrowhead struck, the impact felt like being bludgeoned by a chunk of metal.

‘Are these really arrows?’

The weight felt not like arrows, but like being struck by aura-infused spears. The arrowheads appeared to be made of wood rather than metal, yet they produced such devastating force—it was remarkable.

Whoosh!

The Red-haired Elves hidden behind the thorny vines seemed to have no further interest in conversation, unleashing a volley of arrows in rapid succession.

Clang clang clang!

I rotated the sword barrier, deflecting every arrow, then glared at Rimer.

“What exactly is this! You said you’d welcome us!”

Honestly, I had never truly believed the promise of a warm welcome, but I certainly hadn’t expected an assault from the very entrance.

“I, I don’t know what’s going on either….”

Rimer looked equally bewildered, not even bothering to wipe away the cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

“Sigh, I shouldn’t have trusted him from the start. Should’ve just left him behind.”

Dorian sighed, lamenting that he should have left Rimer at Zigheart instead of bringing him along.

“We can’t get in?”

Yua’s lips trembled as she struggled to accept that they had become intruders from the very beginning.

“Keep firing!”

With the sharpened voice of the Red-haired Elf, arrows came pouring down. The energy woven into the arrows rotated faster and more fiercely than before, as if to shatter the sword barrier.

‘The power infused in those arrows is definitely different.’

I had witnessed countless archers across many battlefields, but this was my first encounter with archery of such a refined caliber.

I burned the flames forming my sword barrier more intensely, carefully observing the incoming arrows.

‘It’s not just raw power being released.’

The elves were drawing their bowstrings with the profound essence of martial arts woven into each arrow.
Because the arrows carried speed, sharpness, and weight infused with this essence, each deflection struck me with an impact as though I were being hit by massive chunks of metal.

Among them, the Red-haired Elf who gave orders to the other elves had the most outstanding archery. In terms of swordsmanship, she seemed to be at least a Master level.

‘Infusing Master-level martial essence into arrows—how fascinating.’

To witness an unexpected flow of martial arts in such an unforeseen place set my heart racing.

-Ugh! There he goes again, the martial fanatic!

Wrath furrowed his brow and shook his head.

‘Martial fanatic? What’s that?’
-Someone obsessed with martial arts! You, that is!
‘You certainly do come up with strange phrases.’

I let out a small chuckle and refocused on the arrows.

‘Easy to observe.’

The elves weren’t launching lethal attacks—only suppressive fire. Thanks to their restraint, I could easily track the trajectory of their arrows.

‘I can clear up the misunderstanding later.’

I could subdue them instantly if I unleashed my full strength, but right now I wanted to observe their archery and expand my mental landscape through their technique.

I lowered my sword barrier and directly struck down the incoming arrows.

Clang!

The moment the Heavenly Sword’s blade collided with the arrowhead, the force and subtle technique woven into the arrow bit deeply into my palms.

‘Speed and weight are properly layered. And this time, they’ve added variation to the technique.’

It wasn’t quite the freely-flying arrows Rimer had mentioned, but observing the subtle variations embedded in their arrows alone proved to be invaluable training.

Clang clang clang clang!

I focused intently on the barrage of arrows pouring from all directions, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth.

I refined my swordsmanship—using a blunt strike against fast arrows, a flowing strike against heavy ones, and a cutting strike against arrows with varied techniques.

After blocking arrows for quite some time, they suddenly stopped coming.

“Hm?”

I lowered the Heavenly Sword and furrowed my brow.

“Are you done shooting?”
“Would you feel like shooting at a pervert who’s smiling while deflecting arrows?”

Rimer shook his head in exasperation and stepped forward.

“P-Pervert?!”
“When it comes to martial arts, you’re a pervert among perverts.”

He waved his hand dismissively and took his position in front of the thorny vines again.

“Let me explain again. Sepia is my homeland, and I received this divine artifact through proper procedures. I absolutely did not steal it.”

Rimer declared his innocence with a confident tone.

“How are we supposed to believe that?”

A voice that seemed somewhat less hostile emerged from behind the thorned vines.

“If we truly came with malicious intent, your companion’s head would have been severed the moment we arrived, wouldn’t it?”

Rimer gestured toward Raon and shrugged.

“You should be able to understand that much.”

After a brief silence, the thorned vines parted, and the elf concealed behind them revealed herself.
She was a beauty whose verdant hair seemed to have melted the forest itself, and whose azure eyes reflected the sky drew all gazes toward her.
Her nose was not overly prominent, nor were her eyes particularly large, yet the harmony of her features created a natural and effortless beauty.

“What is your name?”
“Leiran.”
“Hmm? I feel like I’ve heard that name before. Are you perhaps from the Cotton Branch Tribe?”
“…Yes, I am.”

The elf who introduced herself as Leiran gave a small nod.

“I remember hearing that a remarkably beautiful child was born in your tribe, so I went to see her. You’ve grown up beautifully.”

Rimer laughed, pleased to see how well she had matured.

“What is your name?”
“Rimer. If you still don’t believe me, call for Elder Sterin. That elder would surely….”

The moment Rimer requested that someone be summoned, the elf who had been listening to the conversation drew her bowstring. For the first time, it was a sharp arrow infused with genuine killing intent.

Crack!

Raon extended his left hand and shattered the arrow aimed at Rimer in mid-air.

“Do not speak that person’s name so carelessly!”

Not just her, but all the elves were radiating murderous intent. I grew curious about the identity of this person named Sterin whom Rimer had summoned.

“Who exactly did you call?”
“The boss of Sepia.”
“You damned human!”

I squeezed my eyes shut. Now I understood why the elves had unleashed their killing intent.
Having come to Zigheart and called Glen an “ancestor,” there was nothing to say even if I died for it.

“I’m allowed to call him that though….”

Rimer blinked, seemingly oblivious to what he had done wrong.

“Never mind. Lord Rimer, please refrain from speaking from now on.”

I clamped Rimer’s mouth shut and bowed my head to Leiran.

“I apologize for the remarks made just now. There was no malice, only foolishness, so I ask for your understanding. As I said before, we are neither thieves nor intruders. If we can just clear up this misunderstanding….”
“What misunderstanding are you talking about?”

A cool voice carried on the wind blowing from afar.
The moment the stagnant air trembled, an elf with blue-green long hair and a cold expression flew down onto a tree that shot up to the right.

“Ah!”

Rimer’s lips curved into a smile as he recognized him.

“Finally! Someone I know showed up!”

He shouted not to worry and waved his hand toward the blue-haired elf.

“Erian! It’s me! You remember me!”
“How could I not? Rimer.”

The elf called Erian nodded calmly.

“Thief of the Divine Water.”

Yet his next words fell with a chill as if freezing winter itself.

“As expected….”
“I knew it.”
“I was a fool to trust you.”

Raon, Dorian, and Yua’s eyes turned cold as they fixed their gaze upon Rimer.

“W-what nonsense is this! You saw me receive this blade yourself!”

Rimer shook his head so rapidly that his features blurred.

“That sword was never yours—I merely lent it to you. You took a divine artifact and never returned it. That makes you nothing but a thief.”

Erian drew his blade from his waist. A killing intent radiated from the blue aura that flowed along his wrist.

Whoooosh!

As Erian’s frigid wind-blade descended toward Rimer’s head, Raon moved.

Boom!

Raon kicked off the ground violently and swatted away the blade thrust by Erian.

Clang!

As blade met blade, a fierce wind erupted and shook the Forest violently.

“Hmph!”

Erian snorted and pivoted his body with ease. Like a bird finding its balance in mid-air, he drew his blade down once more.

‘His movements are remarkably fluid.’

He seemed to manipulate the wind in a manner entirely different from Rimer’s approach.

Raon felt the flow of wind across his skin as Erian moved, and he traced two lines with the Heavenly Sword. Between the lines, rising flames formed a circular shape, creating a shield of fire.

Clang!

Erian’s wind-blade could not pierce the flame barrier and dissipated into a gentle breeze.

“Tsk.”

Erian furrowed his brow and retreated backward, his expression betraying a slight weariness from the Manhwagong’s oppressive heat.

“Impressive, isn’t it?”

Rimer chuckled and waved his left hand.

“I raised him!”

He still wore a smile, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

“Shut your mouth.”

Erian’s expression hardened as he kicked at the fractured ground. His movements were unconventional yet swift, and blood-scent emanated from his practical blade strikes.
It seemed countless lives had bowed their necks before this swordsman’s edge.

I extended my slightly bent knees forward. Leaning my upper body ahead, I drew the Heavenly Sword from where it rested at my left waist. Behind the rushing silver blade, a shadow of frigid blue light trailed like a phantom.

Clang!

The first blade of Frost Chain struck Erian’s sword aside, and the frost blade that pursued in its wake aimed for his shoulder.

“Ugh!”

Erian’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t anticipated the frigid blade, but using the wind-riding footwork he’d displayed earlier, he leaped backward with ease.

Screech!

Yet the frost blade had already grazed his shoulder thinly, leaving a small wound in its wake.

“Hah…”

Erian twisted his lips as he gazed at the wound on his shoulder.

“Good.”

He pressed down on the wound with fingers curved like a bird’s talons and tilted his chin upward.

“If that’s what you wish, I’ll show you your disciple’s death.”

Erian muttered that it was all their fault as he brought his hands together.

Whoooooosh!

Centered on him, a tremendous wind erupted so violently that one couldn’t open their eyes. A sphere of green light burst forth with a magnificent radiance in the empty air, unfurling colossal wings.

‘What is this?’

I felt the overwhelming surge of mana and forced my eyes open. Beneath the azure sky, a grotesquely massive form hovered.

A hawk.

An enormous hawk of a size that could easily be called Drake breathed with winds of emerald hue.

Kieeeeeee!

The green-luminous hawk unleashed a terrifying roar toward the world. It was so intense that the entire forest seemed to tremble.

“That is….”
“A spirit. And a supreme-grade one at that.”

Rimer exhaled sharply, his gaze fixed on Erian.

“I suspected he’d grown stronger, but I never imagined he’d be capable of summoning a supreme-grade spirit….”

He shook his head in dismay.

“Even a Grand Master can contend with a supreme-grade spirit. Be careful.”
“Indeed….”

I nodded quietly. As Rimer said, the aura emanating from the supreme-grade spirit approached that of a Grand Master. This was no opponent I could defeat easily.

“Regret won’t help you now.”

Erian snorted derisively and pointed his fingers at me and Rimer.

“Tear them to shreds!”
“This should be fun.”

I stepped forward with relish, but the supreme-grade spirit didn’t move as though it hadn’t heard Erian’s command.

Whoooosh!

Rather than standing still, it rode the wind and slowly retreated backward.

“What are you doing! Attack them!”
“Kieeeek!”

Erian gestured again, but the supreme-grade spirit simply bolted away and hid behind a tree.

“Hmm?”
“Kiii….”

As I tilted my head in confusion, the supreme-grade spirit trembled and bowed its head—the submissive posture animals commonly displayed.

“W-what did you do to my spirit!”

Erian’s jaw quivered in shock. Even when he approached and spoke to it, the spirit refused to rise.

‘What is this?’

Turning my head in bewilderment, I spotted Wrath picking his nose.

-Don’t look at me.

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