The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 595

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Chapter 595

“Ugh!”

Siyan glared back at Leiran, who was running behind her as she pushed through the forest.

“Why didn’t you tell me!”
“You were concentrating on the barrier, so I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Leiran met Siyan’s gaze and bowed her head slightly.

“If you can’t speak, at least you won’t be annoying.”

Siyan pouted her crimson lips.

“I apologize.”
“Never mind. Just run faster.”

She dashed toward the direction where the World Tree stood, as if speed was all that mattered.

Leiran’s eyes narrowed as she observed the water shoes wrapped around Siyan’s feet.

‘She has truly changed.’

Originally, Siyan had been the least talented elf in Sepia.
She couldn’t fight, couldn’t summon spirits, and was so shy she couldn’t stand before others.

But after summoning the Water Spirit King, her entire life transformed.
As if the riverbanks that had dammed her progress had crumbled, she now wielded natural mana as her own, displayed genius-level talent in martial arts, and her spirit magic surpassed every elf in Sepia.

Less than a week had passed since Eden’s assault, yet currently only Sterin and the Grand Elder could match her among the elves of Sepia.

‘She is truly admirable.’

Siyan had lived her entire life dismissed by others, yet even after grasping power and talent, she calmly forgave her own kin who had insulted her. Her character transcended that of ordinary people entirely.

However, there was one moment when Siyan’s wise and compassionate reason would shatter.

‘Raon Zigheart.’

Whenever anything concerned Raon, Siyan moved without hesitation or restraint.
When Raon lay unconscious, she had gathered every precious medicinal ingredient from Sepia to brew an elixir and administered it to him.
It seemed as though that man held a higher position than Sepia itself.

‘In truth, he is certainly worthy of such devotion.’

Had it not been for Raon, Sepia itself would have been reduced to ash, so I understood why Siyan treasured him so dearly.

“Lady Siyan, please slow down a little. It’s difficult to keep pace.”

Leiran smiled softly as she watched Siyan move as though riding the wind itself.

“We’re almost there! Just a bit more!”

Contrary to her encouraging words to Leiran, Siyan actually increased her speed. She, who had even enlisted the aid of the wind spirit, came to an abrupt halt before the Barrier of the World Tree.

“Ah….”

Hundreds of elves knelt before Raon, crying out that he was their savior.
Witnessing this magnificent scene, the passages from the Chronicles of Raon Zigheart tickled at the back of my mind. Though I had not witnessed it myself, those images crystallized vividly in my thoughts.

‘I must be the one to write this.’

The reason I was born was surely to witness this moment and preserve it in words.
I would pay the author of the Chronicles of Raon Zigheart handsomely—this passage alone had to be written by my hand.

Siyan clenched her fists tightly, her resolve crystallizing into a new purpose.

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Raon’s fingertips trembled as he beheld the elves offering their respectful salutations.

Standing beneath the World Tree, the sincerity of the elves’ devotion pierced his heart so profoundly that goosebumps erupted across his skin.

‘I appreciate it, but this is too much….’

I had played a significant role in Eden’s assault, but I certainly didn’t deserve such an elaborate gesture of respect.

-You fool!

Just as I was about to wave my hand in refusal, Wrath burst forth.

-Are you about to feign humility, claiming you merely did what was necessary?
‘What?’
-False modesty is not always virtuous.

Wrath raised a thick finger, pointing toward the Elves.

-Every one of those pointed-eared fools speaks from genuine gratitude. To reject their salute simply because you find it uncomfortable is nothing short of contempt!

He furrowed his brow, insisting I not dismiss their goodwill.

“Hmm….”

Following Wrath’s gesture, I looked at the Elves again. As he said, they were simply expressing their gratitude.
Refusing them out of discomfort would be more than rude—it would be an insult.

‘I never thought I’d learn something from you.’
-I’ve told you before! The True Demon King is more human than you are!
‘Perhaps you’re right.’

I smiled faintly and drew the Heavenly Sword.

“I am Raon Zigheart, commander of the Gale Wind Squad of Zigheart. I accept Sepia’s salute with gratitude.”

I gripped the blade in reverse, the tip pointing toward the ground as I drew the crossguard to my chest—the Zigheart salute. I answered their sincerity with sincerity of my own.

Sterin’s lips curved into a smile at my formal yet confident gesture.

“Thank you for accepting our salute.”

Sterin rose to his feet, and the other Elves lifted their heads in turn.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Rimer approached from the side and gave my shoulder a light tap.

“You always have a habit of stepping back at times like this and making things awkward.”

He wore a refreshing smile, clearly in good spirits.

“I can’t always be the same, can I?”
-Hey! You brat!

Wrath let out a sharp cry.

-The True Demon King helped too!

I nodded while watching Wrath struggle.

“And there’s also someone who told me to stop being so humble.”
“I don’t know who it is, but they sure know how to speak sense.”

Rimer chuckled and waved his hand.

“Sounds like someone with a straightforward personality who only speaks the truth.”
-Ahem!

Wrath let out a fake cough while looking at Rimer.

-So even a fool like you can speak sense sometimes!

He grinned as if pleased. I couldn’t fathom why a Demon Lord was so susceptible to praise.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Sterin stepped forward with a gentle smile.

“Thank you.”

He thanked me once more and patted my shoulder.

“I’m grateful to you as well.”
“Hm?”
“Thanks to you showing me the subtleties of感化視, I was able to win.”

This came from the heart. Had the Soul Reaper Sword and my will not connected in that final moment, Hongryeom-gwi would have emerged victorious.

“What…?”

Sterin’s eyes widened as if questioning what I’d just said.

“You actually pulled that off?”
“I was fortunate.”

Raon gave a brief explanation of his battle with Hongryeom-gwi.

“Huh….”

After hearing the circumstances, Sterin’s jaw trembled as if he understood even less.

“No matter how well a Sword and will align, how could a Grand Master of the lower tier defeat a Sword of that caliber….”
“Grandfather. Didn’t I tell you?”

Rimer’s lips curled upward as he observed Sterin’s raised eyebrows.

“You shouldn’t think of my disciple using ordinary common sense.”

He ruffled Raon’s hair and shook his head slowly.

“Just as there are High Elves among Elves, he’s a High Human. Don’t apply common sense to him.”
“There he goes with strange talk again….”

Raon sighed while looking at Rimer.

“That might be….”

Yet Sterin blinked as if believing those words. The success of achieving that level seemed truly astounding to him.

“That’s not it. I’m just an ordinary human.”

I waved my hand quickly.

“At this point, I’d rather believe that fool’s nonsense than accept that a Grand Master Lower Tier wielded a Heavenly Sword.”

Sterin pointed at Rimer and scoffed dismissively.

“And on top of that, he’s a contractor of the Fire Spirit King! This would be the first time in Continental history!”

Erian stepped closer and nodded vigorously. Now we’d crossed into Continental history. He was just as tiresome as Rimer.

“Ah, no, that’s not right.”

At that delicate voice, everyone’s gaze shifted to the right.
Golden hair that seemed to melt sunlight rippled like waves, and blue eyes touched by dawn moonlight revealed a distant hue.
Merely meeting those eyes made one forget to speak—an overwhelmingly beautiful visage that stood out even among the Elves, renowned as the most beautiful of all races.

“S-Siyan?”
“Ah, four….”

Siyan lowered her head deeply, her cheeks flushed crimson.

“R-Raon, hello….”

Even though she hadn’t been under the blanket, her voice had grown quieter than before.

“You’ve taken off the blanket now, haven’t you.”
“Th-thanks to you….”

Siyan kept her gaze fixed on the ground and nodded slightly.

“Siyan. What did you mean by ‘that’s not right’?”

Sterin gestured for her to continue what she’d been saying.

“Ah, Raon is not a contractor of the Fire Spirit King.”
“Siyan! What are you saying!”

Erian stomped his foot vehemently as if it made no sense.

“Raon is the Fire Spirit King’s contractor no matter what anyone says! Didn’t you see him fighting alongside the Spirit King!”
“That’s not it.”

Siyan shook her head with confidence, her demeanor markedly different from when addressing Raon.

“I heard it from Elaim.”

She lifted her trembling gaze toward Raon.

“Raon is the Fire Spirit King’s older brother!”

At Siyan’s bizarre proclamation, everyone beneath the World Tree held their breath.

“What…?”
“What does that even mean….”
“B-brother? Not a contractor, but a brother?”
“Ugh….”

Sterin, Rimer, and Erian opened their eyes wide in disbelief, while Raon did the opposite—squeezing his shut.

‘Please….’

It seemed that strawberry-flavored candy spirit king had gone back to the Spirit Realm and talked about me.

“Why would Raon be the Spirit King’s older brother?”

Rimer blinked rapidly, unable to comprehend it.

“I don’t know either. Apparently, as soon as Ifrit returned to the Spirit Realm, he told everyone he would serve Raon as his older brother….”

Siyan shook her head, saying even the Spirit Kings didn’t know the reason.

“Sigh….”

Raon exhaled a long breath upon hearing those words.

‘At least that’s a relief.’

I pondered how to explain Wrath, but fortunately, Ifrit seemed not to have revealed the critical details.
After all, to explain the circumstances, he would have had to admit that he himself had been consumed by Wrath, so in a way, it was inevitable.

“B-brother? Not a contractor, but brother!”

Erian’s lips trembled as he stared at me.

“I knew it! My eyes were never wrong! I sensed Raon’s presence from the moment we first met!”

He cried out that his instincts were the finest among all elves.

“That’s not what matters right now!”

The Grand Elder pushed Erian aside and stepped forward before me.

“How in the world did you become the brother of the Fire Spirit King?”
“Y-yes. Please explain!”
“What have you done?”

The elders and other elves crowded around, equally curious about the matter.

“That is…”

I furrowed my brow and exhaled a weary sigh.

‘How am I supposed to explain this…’

I absolutely could not tell them the truth. As I racked my mind for an explanation, a brilliant light suddenly flashed across the sky.

Whoooosh!

The World Tree unfurled its branch-wings just as it had when we first met.
Majestic natural energy condensed between transparent leaves, radiating brilliant and exquisite light.

Roooar!

The sphere of light, which had been twinkling like a meteor, slowly descended before hovering before me as if riding clouds.

As I instinctively reached out my hand, the vivid light faded, revealing a fruit slightly larger than an apple.

‘What is this….’

A fruit I’d never seen before. Its skin bore patterns as if circles had been layered upon one another—beautiful and scholarly, as though carved by an artist’s hand.
The color was a deep crimson like raspberries, so appetizing I wanted to place it in my mouth immediately.
What left the deepest impression was its fragrance. Without even being cut, a sweet and fresh aroma tickled my nose so intensely my mouth watered.

“A, a fruit….”

The Grand Elder’s mouth fell open as he gazed at the crimson fruit.

“It’s a World Tree fruit!”
“The, the World Tree bore fruit….”
“This, this is a World Tree fruit?”

Not only the Grand Elder, but every Elf present trembled with their lips quivering at the sight of the fruit.
I’d heard that World Tree fruits were remarkable elixirs, but I hadn’t expected even the Elves to be so astonished.

“It’s only natural.”

Sterin swallowed hard as he gazed at the World Tree fruit.

“Despite the saying that it blooms once every hundred years, the World Tree fruit is a divine treasure the World Tree only bestows when its heart is satisfied. It’s not strange that they’re shocked.”

He even remarked that they should be praised for not fainting, releasing a wry laugh.

“Such a precious gift… I’m not worthy of receiving it….”
-Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it!

Wrath let out a shriek.

-Take it unconditionally, you foolish worm! The True Demon King has spoken, yet you dare feign humility again with your nonsense!

He furrowed his brow, insisting I not ignore the World Tree’s goodwill.

‘Wipe the drool from your mouth before you speak.’

Wrath was drooling like a flood while pretending to think of me.

-Gulp!

He quickly wiped his saliva away and smacked his lips.

-Just take it unconditionally! I suck up the True Demon King’s power like it’s nothing, so why are you being so considerate to others!

Wrath raised both hands, threatening to curse me for eternity if I didn’t eat the fruit.

“Ha.”

Sterin shook his head in disbelief.

“Only you would say such a thing while standing before the World Tree’s fruit.”
“This is how he is. Hardly befitting a Zigheart—quite frustrating, really.”

Rimer sighed and pushed the World Tree’s fruit back into my hands.

“This is yours. Since the World Tree gave it to you directly, you are the only one who can possess this fruit. All of us here are witnesses to that.”
“He’s right. Take it with you.”
“Seeing it before our eyes, we can’t help but accept it.”
“Y-yes, that’s right! You must take it, Raon!”

The Grand Elder, Erian, and Siyan all nodded in agreement.

I drew a faint smile as I looked at the elves.

‘They all feel like family.’

Despite having only recently met them, I already felt a closeness. It seemed the World Tree’s presence allowed emotions to be conveyed directly.

“Then I’ll gratefully accept it.”

I cradled the World Tree’s fruit against my chest and bowed to Sterin and the other elves.

Whoooosh!

The World Tree’s widely spread branches swayed along the path of sunlight, as if laughing with joy.

-Kuhehehehe!

Wrath burst into a frivolous laugh as he gazed at the World Tree’s fruit.

-A World Tree fruit! It was worth enduring this tedious place! Happiness has finally found me after all this bread nonsense!

He was already radiating the kind of ecstasy one would feel if the World Tree fruit had entered his own mouth.

-Foolish elf bastards. That little brat will steal the fruit, and you’ll all be writhing in agony as if your bellies might burst!
‘I don’t see anyone thinking like that.’
-It only appears that way on the surface! When something of yours is stolen, no one stands around smiling!

Wrath clicked his tongue as if I didn’t understand.

-Eat it right here and now before it’s stolen or lost! It’s a mockery of those fools who created this bread!

He seemed to harbor a deep hatred for the elves because of the bread.

‘Sigh…’

I was exhaling a sigh, thinking what a troublesome Demon Lord he was.

[You have become the benefactor of the Elves.]
[You have earned the respect of the Fire Spirit King.]
[You have achieved a great Achievement.]
[All stats increase by 25 points.]

Messages finally appeared before my eyes as the settlement for this ordeal came through.

-Kugh…

Wrath’s mouth, which had been grinning brilliantly, twisted oddly. But the messages were not yet finished.

[Manhwagong’s achievement has increased.]
[Glacia’s achievement has increased.]
[Fire Affinity grade has increased.]
[Fire Resistance grade has increased.]

The second wave of messages indicated that both Manhwagong and Glacia’s achievements had risen. Perhaps because I had endured Hongryeom-gwi’s flames, my Fire Affinity and Fire Resistance grades had jumped up entirely.

[Title ‘One Respected by the Spirit Kings’ has been created.]

Only after the title appeared did the endless stream of messages finally cease.

‘No matter how many times I hear it, that sound never gets old.’

I clenched my fists as vitality surged back into my still-recovering body.

-Uuuugh….

In contrast, Wrath trembled violently across his entire frame, his voice quavering as he read the message.

‘Your stomach hurts?’

I smirked as I watched Wrath shaking his shoulders, clutching his round belly.

-Yes! My stomach hurts so much I’m about to die!

Wrath cried out that he couldn’t take it anymore and lunged forward with bared teeth.

-Kyaaaaaaah!

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Zigheart Family Estate.

Chad trembled as he gazed at the report clutched in his hands.

“S-sir, Eden has attacked Sepia. Hongryeom-gwi, who wears the helmet of the former Fire Spirit King, and the Gray Elves who betrayed Sepia have appeared….”

He swallowed hard and read aloud the words written in the report.

“This is terrible!”

Aris turned away with her fists clenched.

“I’ll go!”

She immediately took a stance to dart off to Sepia.

“It’s not finished yet. Keep reading.”

Glen stopped Aris and gestured to Chad to continue reading the report.

“Ah, yes. There, with the Gale Wind Squad Commander and….”

Chad examined the report to its end and recounted how I had rescued Sepia and even received the fruit of the World Tree.

“Goodness!”

Aris turned her back again, her hair tied tightly in a knot.

“I must leave at once!”
“It’s all over. Where are you going? We still need to search for those Eden bastards….”
“Since it’s all over, we’ll be holding a festival! As Raon’s aunt, I’m certain I can receive treatment befitting a distinguished guest!”

She dashed toward the door, even employing a movement technique.

“Sigh, Roen.”
“Hehehehe.”

Roen appeared like a specter, blocking Aris’s path.

“Please restrain yourself.”
“Ugh….”

Aris couldn’t bring herself to raise a hand against Roen and merely scowled.

“I’ve never heard the expression ‘benefactor of the Elves’ before. Truly a remarkable feat.”

Sheryl exhaled softly, gazing at the report held in Chad’s hands.

“Hehe, to even become a contractor of a Spirit King—I wonder how far he will truly go.”

Roen’s expression hardened unusually, as if genuinely astonished.

“Tch….”

Everyone in the Audience Chamber turned their gaze toward the Platform at the sound of someone struggling to suppress laughter.

“Did anyone else just hear that strange sound?”

Aris tilted her head in confusion. The others, knowing who had laughed, said nothing.

“I must say, this part is quite remarkable.”

Chad shook his head while pointing at the report.

“The World Tree itself bestowed its fruit—humans have rarely even laid eyes upon the World Tree in recorded history, so receiving its fruit is likely unprecedented.”
“He truly exceeds expectations every time.”

Roen nodded in agreement with Chad’s words.

“With this, we might even establish diplomatic relations with the Elves.”

Sheryl laughed, as though new possibilities had opened before us.

“I told you, didn’t I? That boy was born for greatness. Once he becomes the Head of House, Zigheart will flourish beyond comparison to what it is now.”
“Kkhh!”

The moment Aris began praising Raon, that suppressed laughter sounded again.

“What is this! Who’s there! Is someone else on the Platform?”

Aris climbed onto the Platform and searched about frantically. She never considered that the Platform’s master himself had made that sound, only blinking her eyes in bewilderment.

“What are you doing? Come down.”

Glen removed his hand from his mouth and frowned at Aris.

“No, I really did hear it….”

Aris tilted her head, insisting something was amiss.

“Ahem! Since Raon has become a benefactor to the Elves, we cannot greet him in an ordinary manner, can we?”

Glen cleared his throat briefly and opened his mouth to welcome Raon.

“Of course! We must welcome them with great fanfare!”

Chad exclaimed as though it were obvious, clapping his hands together.

“Indeed. They’ve achieved something that will greatly benefit Zigheart’s diplomacy, so we must treat them accordingly.”

Sheryl nodded with a refreshing laugh.

“Hehehehe!”

Roen simply let out a delighted chuckle.

“Then I’ll go bring them!”

Aris Zigheart nodded and quickly dashed toward the door.

“You stay put for a moment!”

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