The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 580

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Chapter 580

I furrowed my brow deeply as I stared at the book with my name emblazoned across its cover.

‘That’s right. Those mercenaries I met at the Dining Hall back then mentioned a book too.’

At the Dining Hall I’d stopped by before arriving in Sepia, those mercenaries had spoken of a book with my name as its title.

‘So this was that book.’

But when on earth was this created?

Ensia had said she’d engrave my face as her signature mark when I created the dantian for Sylvia.
It wasn’t that long ago, yet I couldn’t fathom how a book like this had already been published.

‘A book this thick couldn’t have been made with magic… Ah!’

Now I understood.

Ensia hadn’t obtained permission and then published the book—she’d already created the book before seeking approval.

‘So that’s why she offered to give me a portion of the royalties….’

I’d refused outright, yet she’d insisted on giving me money anyway—it all made sense now.

“Ugh….”

I shook my head with my eyes squeezed shut.

‘That’s not human determination.’

In moments like this, Ensia seemed to rival even Merlin.

“Oh, how is big brother even with the handsome Raon?”

As I let out an exasperated sigh, Siyan lifted her trembling eyes.

“Huh?”

Rimer tilted his head as he looked at Siyan.

“Isn’t the book you’re reading about Raon?”
“W-well, yes, but….”
“Then you should know I’m Raon’s master, right?”
“That’s nonsense! The handsome Lord Raon became strong on his own! He has no master!”

Siyan raised her voice slightly, insisting he stop spouting such drivel.

“You’re the one talking nonsense! I raised that kid!”

Rimer narrowed his eyes as he looked down at the blanket covering Siyan.

“No! Lord Raon was a genius who mastered the sword from birth!”
“Where in this world does such a person exist! Listen carefully! Raon is my disciple whom I raised from nothing, and now he’s my subordinate!”

I narrowed my eyes as I listened to the siblings’ conversation.

‘If there’s nothing written about the Lord being my master, then what exactly is written in this book?’

I turned the pages with trembling hands. Thanks to the Ring of Fire, I could understand the contents even when flipping through pages by the second.

“W-what does it say? Does my name appear?”
“What about me?”

Dorian and Yua stretched their necks forward with curiosity.

“….”

I finished reading the entire book in an instant, then trembled silently without answering.

‘This is a hymn. Not a hymn to humanity, but a hymn to Raon.’

Everything begins with Raon and ends with Raon.
While the events and deeds themselves were factual, in this account, Raon was portrayed as a god who could do no wrong.

Rimer didn’t even appear, the three unit leaders showed up only as obstacles dragging at my heels, and Dorian wasn’t even named—just called a walking pouch.

At least Yua’s name appeared since she made a decent impression, but that was the extent of her involvement.

“Me, come out.”

I gave Dorian and Yua an awkward nod before turning to the final page of the book.

“Ah…”

The moment I saw the last page, an involuntary groan escaped my lips.

1. The round stone Raon Zigheart threw toward the sky is now called the moon.

2. Raon Zigheart does not learn swordsmanship. Swordsmanship was born for Raon Zigheart.

3. Raon Zigheart does not maintain a separate residence. This world is his home.

4. Raon Zigheart can burn fire and freeze ice.

Insane claims like these were listed one after another. I couldn’t bear to read any further and closed the book.

-So, you created the moon! When? How?!

Wrath’s eyes trembled as he stared at me, apparently believing what was written in the book.

“Sigh…”

I didn’t have the strength to respond and simply exhaled a weary breath.

‘I need to burn it all.’

I resolved to spend my entire fortune if necessary to erase every trace of this book’s existence.

“Um, you really are the handsome Raon, right?”

A trembling voice came from beneath the blanket. She’d called herself a jobless bum in the corner, and it seemed she had no intention of showing her face. I could only discern her blonde hair color from the few strands poking out from under the covers.
Because of a few strands of blonde hair sticking out from under the blanket, I could only tell the color of her hair.

“I’m not good-looking, but Raon is right.”

I nodded as I observed Siyan’s blanket.

“I-I’m a fan. Handsome Raon, sir.”

Siyan called me handsome again, her eyes peeking out from beneath the covers. Her blue eyes, clear as a cloudless sky, shimmered faintly.

“Thank you. And you can drop the ‘handsome’ part.”
“But the book says I should always call you that….”
“Don’t trust that book. Nine out of ten things in it are lies.”

I handed the book back to Siyan and shook my head.

“W-wow, you’re even humble just like the book says.”

Siyan had already been brainwashed—she trusted the book over my own words.

“That’s not it. Sigh….”

My fingertips trembled. It was too complicated to explain. All that escaped was a weary sigh.

“It’s an honor to meet you.”

Siyan extended her hand slightly to receive the book. Her hand was so pale it was nearly translucent. It seemed she truly hadn’t left this room in a very long time.

“Hey, Siyan. Aren’t you being a bit cold to your older brother after all this time?”

Rimer shook his head in mock offense.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m a bit distracted… Oh, brother! Your arm!”

The blanket covering Siyan rustled violently.

“This? I invested it in the future.”

Rimer winked at me, clearly pleased with the line he’d used before Sterin.

“Could it be… you did this for Raon?”
“Yeah. I had quite a time keeping that bastard alive.”
“Ah, does it hurt?”
“I treated it well when it was severed, so I’m fine now.”

He gently tapped the blanket covering Siyan’s head.

“Brother.”
“Hmm?”
“You did well.”
“Huh…?”

Rimer blinked at the vitality in Siyan’s voice.

“Raon is the finest of the finest! He’ll definitely bring back great returns!”

She waved her hand out from under the blanket, as if affirming it had been a good choice.

“Yeah, I suppose…”

Rimer simply nodded blankly, as if he never expected such a response.

“Is the handsome Raon doing well?”
“Thanks to the Lord, I wasn’t seriously injured.”
“That’s a relief!”

Siyan hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

“Um, handsome Raon… would it be alright if I asked you one thing?”
“You can, if you drop the ‘handsome’ part.”

I exhaled softly and nodded.

“R-Raon, if you didn’t have talent for swordsmanship, what do you think you would have done?”
“Talent?”

It was an unexpected question, and I felt a bit flustered.

“I was born as a High Elf, but I don’t have the talents a High Elf should possess. I can’t fight well like other elves, I can’t summon spirits, and I can’t wield aura. They call me a High Elf more useless than an insect…”

Siyan murmured that all she could do was hide here and breathe. Her voice trembled with moisture.

“You’re good with a bow though. Wasn’t it a perfect shot every time?”
“Oh, what’s the point of being good with a bow when I can’t use aura? And it’s been so long since I’ve even shot one….”

She stared at the bow hanging on the wall for a moment, then buried her face in the bed.

“Hmm….”

I smacked my lips softly.

‘That’s a difficult question.’

Even for a fan, asking such a question to someone you’ve just met meant she was mentally cornered.
Since Siyan herself must have gathered considerable courage, I wanted to help her beyond just being a fan or Rimer’s sister.

But first, there were things I needed to know before answering.

“If Siyan is a High Elf, then the lord is also a High Elf?”
“I’m not.”

Rimer shook his head plainly.

“High Elves are determined at birth. It passed from Grandfather to Siyan, but next time it could come from a different tribe. It’s different every time.”

He shrugged, saying that High Elves were beings chosen by the heavens.

“And only two High Elves can exist at the same time. Right now in Sepia, there are only Grandfather and Siyan.”
“I see.”

I bit my lip slightly.

‘If there are only two High Elves, she must feel the burden.’

Especially since I didn’t know when Sterin would leave.

Looking at the wrinkles on Sterin’s face, his remaining lifespan couldn’t be very long.
Once he was gone, Siyan would be the only High Elf, and it was clear that both those around her and she herself felt an immense burden because she couldn’t fulfill her role.

‘How pitiful.’

I recalled the answer to the question Siyan had asked me and slowly parted my lips.

“If I had no purpose, I would have lived an ordinary life without ever drawing a sword. But if there was something I needed to accomplish, I would have drawn it regardless of my lack of talent.”
“Until the very end?”
“Yes. I would never have given up.”

I didn’t reveal all the details, but I gave her an answer filled with my genuine conviction.

“I don’t know what you read, Siyan, but it’s true that Raon is overflowing with talent.”
“As I thought….”
“However.”

Rimer smiled faintly and sat on the edge of Siyan’s bed.

“That guy has put in more effort than anyone I’ve ever seen. He was the first to arrive at the Training Ground and the last to leave. I guarantee you there’s no one around Raon’s age who has trained more than him.”

He tapped the blanket as he spoke, emphasizing that Raon’s current martial prowess was forged through relentless effort rather than mere talent.

“That’s right. From the moment I first saw him, Raon was a monster with nothing but training on his mind.”
“Even when he comes home, he only trains every single day!”

Dorian and Yua also spoke of how Raon’s true talent was his effort.

“B-but the book said that if you see a sword technique once, you can replicate it….”
“You can replicate it, but that’s not true swordsmanship—it’s merely a trick. To elevate your mastery, training is the only answer.”

I nodded as I watched Siyan’s trembling shoulders beneath the blanket.

“Effort….”

Siyan’s voice sounded melancholic yet somehow brighter.

“If it gets too hard, just give up.”

Rimer chuckled softly as he gently ruffled Siyan’s hair.

“G-Give up? Then who will purify the World Tree!”
“We can leave it to the next High Elf.”

He shook his head, telling her to put her mind at ease.

“Grandfather has been purifying the World Tree like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder all this time, so even if he passes away, it should last about forty years. In that time, won’t a new High Elf be born?”
“But….”
“Siyan. The world is vast and there is much to do. Don’t trap yourself in your duties and abandon who you are.”

Rimer’s lips curved into a gentle smile as he spoke to his sister with genuine care.

I watched Siyan trembling beneath the blanket without responding, my fingers brushing against the underside of my jaw.

‘She has a strong sense of responsibility.’

The moment Rimer told her to give up, Siyan brought up the matter of purifying the World Tree.
It meant she hadn’t forgotten her duty even while being ignored by the other elves.

“I cannot speak carelessly since I know nothing of the elven world, but…”

I continued, watching the brilliant blue eyes gleaming beneath the blanket.

“Don’t you wonder what expression those elves who scorned you as an incompetent High Elf will make when they see how much you’ve changed? They’ll probably be speechless, their mouths hanging wide open.”

I recalled the astonished expressions the other trainees had shown back then.

“Ah….”

Siyan’s eyes trembled with excitement at the mere thought of it.

“And if you truly give your best effort and still cannot succeed, then giving up is also a valid path. What matters is acknowledging that you did your best. I cannot deceive myself even if I deceive others.”
“Giving my best….”

Siyan murmured the word “best” from beneath the blanket.

“And you’re not incapable of everything, Siyan.”
“What?”
“You said you made nadine bread. I like it. And there’s one other person who likes it too.”

I recalled Glen and offered a faint smile.

“That’s right. You haven’t fully tested your abilities yet. Think about it carefully.”

Rimer tapped Siyan’s head lightly before rising from the bed.

“We’ll be going now. Rest well.”

He gestured for us to leave.

“….”

Siyan said nothing.

“Then I’ll take my leave as well.”
“Th-thank you!”

As I followed Rimer out of the room, Siyan’s voice emerged from beneath the blankets. She had mustered some courage—her voice had risen by nearly half an octave.

“Honestly, whether it’s in Zigheart or here, the discrimination is unbearable.”

Rimer muttered his complaint, but he left the room with a smile playing at his lips.

“Rest now.”

I chuckled softly and followed Rimer, then glanced to my right.

‘But….’

I furrowed my brow as I observed Wrath floating idly in the air, his hand resting against his chin.

‘Why are you being so quiet?’

Wrath, who had declared the moment we met that he’d beat Siyan to death, was unnaturally silent.

-That high elf woman from before.
‘Huh?’

Wrath turned around, his eyes narrowing.

—blocked it.

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Siyan crawled out from under the blanket like a turtle once everyone had left.

“So that’s how it is. Handsome Raon. No, even Raon….”

He hadn’t reached his current position through talent alone.

The Raon I witnessed directly possessed a presence of a different caliber than others. I thought he was exactly as I’d read in books—someone who naturally drew all eyes—but it seemed he too had endured considerable hardship.

“Maximum effort….”

I had certainly tried. Likely, I’d spent far more time on resonance training than the other elves outside devoted to aura and spirit magic.

But if asked whether I’d truly given my maximum effort, I couldn’t answer with certainty.

There were times I was lazy, times I couldn’t focus because I was bothered by the other elves’ gazes, and times I simply gave up and slept.

“You said you can deceive others, but you cannot deceive yourself.”

That was true. All the time I’d wasted remained vivid in my mind.

“Maybe I should try a bit more….”

After receiving advice from Raon, whom I’d considered my idol through books, the desire to give up vanished, replaced by the urge to push further.

Especially his words about being curious how the elves who’d given me scornful looks would react—those words struck deep in my heart.

Truthfully, the desire to receive everyone’s attention and admiration ran quite deep within me.

Siyan climbed down from the bed and closed her eyes.

‘I still don’t have the courage to go outside yet.’

She held the Raon Zigheart biography tightly in both hands, concentrating her spirit to achieve unity with the world.

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I surveyed the assigned Dormitory and offered a faint smile.

“It’s no different from where ordinary people live.”

Erian had provided a building touched by human hands as the Dormitory. It was comfortable enough, but I had harbored a secret desire to experience staying in a wooden dwelling, so there was a hint of disappointment.

I unpacked my belongings and left the Dormitory. Wanting to feel Sepia’s exceptionally pure mana more deeply, I surveyed the surroundings, but the elves one by one came to a halt.

“Is that a human?”
“A human possessing such pure mana….”
“It’s cleaner than ours. Almost at the level of a spirit.”
“Just as Erian said, could they truly be the Spirit King’s contractor?”
“Whether they’re a contractor or not, I can certainly see the possibility.”

The elves gazed at me with exclamations of wonder or eyes alight with admiration.

“That’s absurd. Why would the Spirit King contract with a human?”
“Right. Not an elf, and I’ve never heard of a human contracting with the Spirit King.”
“I can’t understand Erian’s thinking. Why does he favor them so much….”

Several elves dismissed it as nonsense and shook their heads. Honestly, I was far more grateful to them.

‘So it was that elf’s doing after all.’

Seeing Erian’s name mentioned, it was clear that stubborn elf had spread the tale of the Spirit King throughout all of Sepia.

‘Truly, there’s not a single normal person around the Lord.’

I shook my head in resignation and moved to avoid the elves’ gazes. Walking where their eyes couldn’t reach me, I soon found myself standing before a small Training Courtyard.

‘A Training Ground, perhaps.’

Judging from the arrows and wooden swords scattered about, this appeared to be a training ground for the elves where they could practice archery and swordplay.

‘Training grounds put my mind at ease, no matter where I am.’
-That’s only true for someone obsessed with cultivation like you.

Wrath glared at me and furrowed his brow.

-Stop your whining and let’s go back. The True Demon King is hungry!

He licked his lips at the thought of tasting the strange dishes Rimer had mentioned.

‘Before that.’

I grabbed Wrath’s tail and pulled it toward my face.

‘What did you mean when you said Siyan was blocked earlier?’
-Blocked means blocked.
‘Then explain it in detail.’
-That high elf woman. The upper dantian you call it is completely sealed.
‘But everyone’s is sealed from birth. It naturally opens as your realm advances.’

The upper dantian pathway is sealed from birth. I too was only able to open the path to the upper dantian when I reached Grand Master.

-True. But that woman has something else blocking her besides her own wall.
‘Something else?’
-Even the True Demon King doesn’t know what it is. But I’m certain something quite deep and dense is blocking her path.
‘Then why didn’t Sterin notice it?’
-It was probably like that from birth, so he thought it was natural. Besides, that old high elf cannot perceive what I perceive.

Wrath puffed out his chest, boasting of his superior rank.

‘Blocked, huh….’

I stroked my chin and shook my head.

‘She looked like she was suffering greatly.’

Having lived as a member of the Branch Family in Zigheart and experienced a similar gaze to Siyan’s, I could understand her to some degree. And since even Rimer had stopped smiling the moment he left Siyan’s room, showing his concern, I wanted to help if I could.
As soon as Rimer left Siyan’s room, he was so worried that he couldn’t stop laughing, so I wanted to help him if I could.

‘The lower dantian… hmm?’

As I pondered this, a sharp whistling sound cut through the air from the Right Forest.

I drew the Heavenly Sword without hesitation, establishing a sword barrier even in the urgency of the moment. I believed I could withstand whatever approached.

But then.

Crash!

My sword barrier crumbled like a sandcastle, and a pristine white arrow pierced through my defenses.

With my empty left hand, I drew the Soul Reaper Sword and erected a flame wall.

Whoosh!

A shield of flames rose like moonlight, blocking the arrow’s trajectory.

Ping!

Yet the white arrow, as if alive, ignored my left side where I’d raised the flame wall and instead surged toward my right shoulder.

Crash!

I hastily recovered the Heavenly Sword and barely managed to deflect the arrow.

“Tch….”

Pain shot through my grip. The power contained in that arrow exceeded even a Grand Master swordsman’s strength.

Whoooosh!

Moreover, the arrow barely bounced back before it curved forward again, maintaining its sharp momentum.

“This arrow….”
“Impressive.”

The forest where the arrow had come from split open, and Sterin’s figure emerged. His tall frame approached without hesitation, his gait strikingly similar to Rimer’s.

“Guardian, why did you suddenly….”
“I gave strength to my granddaughter who was sitting helplessly, so I have no choice but to offer a small repayment.”

As Sterin nodded, the white arrow floating in the air was drawn into his hand.

“I heard you said you wanted to get inspiration from the Treasury City?”

He nocked the arrow on the bowstring and offered a mysterious smile.

“Take it if you can.”

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