The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 608

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Chapter 608

“Hmm….”

I examined the brown paper from front to back, narrowing my eyes thoughtfully.

-What are you doing?

Wrath frowned at the paper, wrinkling the bridge of his nose.

-Why are you putting on airs staring at a blank sheet? Just go eat the remaining toast already!

He turned his head away as if the paper held no interest for him whatsoever.

‘Unfortunately, this isn’t a blank sheet.’
-Now you’re seeing things that don’t exist. There’s nothing written on it, so what are you talking about!

True, the brown paper bore no letters or drawings, but that was precisely because of this paper’s unique properties.

‘You already forgot?’
-Forgot?
‘You’ll understand when you see.’

I left the Annex Building and stood before the Lake. Past midnight, I held the brown paper up toward the moon suspended at the center of the sky.

As the pale moonlight brushed across the brown paper, characters began to dance into view across the previously empty surface.

-Ah!

Wrath clapped his hands loudly as understanding dawned on him.

-When we first met that one!
‘Exactly.’

I raised the paper above my head so it could receive sufficient moonlight, nodding in agreement.

‘That paper I saw when I discovered Judith’s true identity.’

Judith had tried to float this paper on the Lake to send information about the Annex Building to Karun, but I caught her in the act.
After that, I experienced various incidents like the fake Rage Worm, and as I came to understand her circumstances, I accepted her as my subordinate.

‘She was my first subordinate, after all.’

Now I have reliable subordinates in the Gwangpung Corps, but the first person I ever accepted was none other than Judith.
As long as Judith didn’t betray me, I would never be the first to let go of her hand.

I confirmed that no more letters were appearing and lowered the brown paper. The handwriting was refined, as if stripped of emotion. It was a letter that seemed to reveal Judith’s character.

[Only you would be able to read this letter, Raon.]

Judith had anticipated this situation and written my name from the very first line.

[However, I wish you hadn’t found this letter.]

She wishes I hadn’t found it?

It made no sense—leaving a letter behind while hoping it wouldn’t be discovered.

[Even if I said I needed some time for personal reasons, you would figure it all out anyway, Raon. So I’ll be honest with you.]

The main point seemed to start from here, so I quickly moved my eyes downward.

[I received word that they may have found my younger sibling at the Black Market.]

I bit my lip as I read Judith’s composed words.

‘As I thought….’

The reason Judith had survived all this time, the reason she came to work under Karun, the reason she took my hand—it all stemmed from that single remaining blood relative.
From the moment I heard she had taken leave without explanation, this scenario had already formed in my mind.

[It’s not confirmed yet, so please don’t worry. I’m only going to verify whether this person is truly my sibling and return.]

In that line asking me not to worry, I could almost hear Judith’s dry voice.

[Even if it turns out to be my sibling, I have no intention of rushing into anything. I will return and inform you first, Raon.]

[Since it’s quite a distance away, it will take some time, but please wait while focusing on your training. Don’t you have things you need to do, Raon? —Judith]

In the end, the brief letter concluded with only Judith’s name, without any indication of her location.

“Hmm….”

I lowered the letter and furrowed my brow.

‘This doesn’t feel right….’

The letter contained no emotion whatsoever, which only deepened my concern.

‘She could explode.’

Judith was someone who rarely showed her emotions under normal circumstances.
A woman who had lived her entire life focused solely on family—if she were to reunite with her brother, she might throw caution to the wind and rush forward recklessly.

-Why did she go alone?

Wrath shook his head, unable to comprehend.

-You promised to find her brother no matter what. She could have just asked.
‘It’s not that she didn’t ask.’

I reread the letter and sighed.

-Then?
‘She couldn’t ask.’

I recalled the moment Judith had visited my chamber after the return celebration.

I had told her that because of my life-or-death duel with the Demon King, I would likely need to focus solely on training going forward. She had smiled with that mask-like expression, just as she had when we first met, and offered her encouragement.

Crunch.

I clenched my fist so tightly that my palm turned red.

“Damn it!”

Judith refrained from mentioning anything about her brother to avoid disrupting my training, and left alone.
She prioritized me over herself—now I finally understood the strangeness in her reaction back then.

-You absolute fool!

Wrath berated me for being an idiot despite not knowing the full situation himself. Still, I had no strength to argue back.

‘Yeah. I’m a fool.’

I should have gone after her.

Even after reuniting with the Gwangpung Corps and training under Glen Zigheart, I should have sought out Judith. Regret flooded my chest completely.

-So what will you do now?

I burned the letter in my hand using Manhwagong’s flames and let my gaze settle.

‘I have to follow her.’

Wherever Judith went, I needed to chase after her and bring back her brother. That was the right thing to do.
It was the first promise I made to someone after becoming Raon Zigheart. It mattered far more than any training.

‘But first….’

I gazed at the gentle moonlight streaming down and bit my lip thinly.

‘I need to gather information.’

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Beneath the King Sea Serpent’s hide, which revealed eyes as fierce and alive as a living creature, a voice rasped out like dried leather.

“My Lord!”

An old man with skin darkened as though he had lived his entire life beneath the sun knelt at the base of the stairs covered in King Sea Serpent hide.

“The Elder Council Leader and former Nambuk Alliance leader are dead! Why are you just sitting there doing nothing!”

The dark-skinned old man lifted his head, tears streaming down his face like chicken droppings—a sight that clashed with his fierce expression.

“Sigh.”

The Nambeop Leader’s eyes, which had been sunk in the darkness of the Platform, turned downward toward the old man.

“Kuyan. You heard it yourself, didn’t you? The Elder Council Leader lost in a one-on-one duel to the death. What exactly are you talking about avenging?”

The Nambeop Leader shook his head, brushing ash from the tobacco he held at the corner of his mouth.

“No matter how superior we are in numbers and resources, our foundation is martial honor. We cannot dispute a loss in a one-on-one duel.”
“What are you saying! Raon Zigheart was the one who started this quarrel in the first place!”

The old man called Kuyan furrowed his brow deeply, unable to accept those words.

“That’s rather amusing, actually.”

The Nambeop Leader let out a hollow laugh as if bewildered.

“If Raon Zigheart had come alone and caused a disturbance, we certainly could have disputed it. But he came with the Red-haired Elf. Moreover, he came with the next Guardian. In other words, the moral high ground belongs to them.”

He muttered that the man certainly had good fortune, then caressed the blue spear leaning against the wall.

“Kuyan. I understand your feelings. However, acting now would not be wise. Unfortunately, we must conclude this matter here.”

The Nambeop Leader shook his head, indicating he would not discuss this further.

“Leader!”

Kuyan lifted his head. His face, drenched in tears, twisted grotesquely like a demon’s visage.

“Are you perhaps afraid of Glen Zigheart?”

He trembled as his bare hands crushed the floor.

“When Tiller died before, I endured it. That child was my dear friend’s grandson—no different from my own grandson—but I said nothing because I feared it would damage your authority as leader. However, this situation is different!”

Kuyan’s voice cracked like blood spilling from a throat gone completely dry.

“Not anyone else, but the Elder Council of the Alliance! Whether it’s a one-on-one duel or whether the justification lies with them, you must step forward regardless! Are you trying to forget Tiller and Siran now that you’ve found a new successor? Or are you truly afraid of Glen Zigheart?”

The Nambeop Leader gazed down at Kuyan in silence. His eyes remained as cold and indifferent as before.

“Is there anyone who doesn’t fear Glen Zigheart? Kuyan. What about you?”
“I’m not afraid! Even if I die, it matters not!”
“Impressive. Unfortunately, I am afraid.”

He spoke of his fear while stretching his long legs across the King Serpent’s head.

“It’s not my own death I fear, but the collapse of this North-South Alliance.”
“Hmm….”
“If only you or perhaps I alone were to die, that wouldn’t be so bad. But the Zigheart blade is vicious and relentless. Even if their own arms and legs were severed, they would seek to erase everything of the North-South Alliance. You know this. From the Continental War era.”
“….”

Kuyan could only stare at the Nambeop Leader, unable to speak further.

“Wait. Roman will avenge Tiller, Rector, and Siran for us all.”

The Nambeop Leader laughed, saying there was less than a year left.

“You understand, don’t you?”
“I understand. However….”

Kuyan lifted his head, his lips trembling.

“I cannot accept it all.”
“Then are you saying you’ll march on Zigheart right now?”
“I’m not so foolish. But I will wait.”

He shook his head and rose to his feet.

“Ah.”

The Nambeop Leader raised his hand.

“Since Siran is dead, take back the Elder Council seat.”
“….”

Kuyan left the Great Hall without a word, bowing his head. He immediately made his way to the river and raised the Elder Council’s flag.

“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”

The ship’s crew sailed in silence, cutting through the dawn wind. Where they arrived was the Feren River where Siran and Rector had perished.

“Sigh.”

Kuyan stood upon the river waters where Siran had died and exhaled a deep breath.

“Had I known this would come to pass, I would have lent you my strength from the beginning….”

He released another long breath, whether from regret or something deeper.

“There is nothing I can do at this moment.”

Kuyan shook his head, gazing at the dark river waters illuminated by moonlight.

“But I will not remain idle. Wait for me in hell.”

He cast a golden fishing rod into the river and watched for a long time before climbing back onto the ship.

After Kuyan departed, the Elder Council’s ship circled the riverbank once, as if to comfort Siran’s spirit, then slowly vanished.

After Kuyan left, a tall man descended onto the increasingly darkened river.
As the man with eyes as blue as moonlight flicked his finger, the river water began to bubble and churn, then split open, revealing a skeleton stripped of all flesh.

“Do you wish to live?”

The man spoke to the skeleton as if addressing a living person.

“A pleasing answer.”

The skeleton said nothing, yet the man chuckled with amusement.

“That’s right. You can’t bring back the dead. If he’d wanted to live, I would’ve crushed his bones to dust, but to cling only to revenge… I like that.”

As the man nodded lightly, the skeletal remains compressed into a small mass and were drawn into his grasp.

“I came on a whim, but this will make for an entertaining plaything.”

He tossed the skeleton into the air like a toy, caught it, and vanished into the darkness.

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Zing!

The blade of the Heavenly Sword, riding the wind, fell to the floor of the Training Ground.
The sword trembled faintly, and a small crack appeared on the Battlefield where only a single line had been etched.

“Hmm…”

I frowned as I observed the sword strike that had deviated from my intended trajectory.

‘I’ve grown impatient.’

My training had suffered because of my worry for Judith. My mind was so unsettled that my martial arts felt like they were actually regressing.

‘Still nothing?’

It had been nearly two days since I requested information from the Black Market, yet no word had come. Troubling thoughts began to creep into my mind.

‘No. Focus.’

Right now, I need to do what I can.

As I steadied myself and tried to raise my sword again, a small mountain bird suddenly flew down from the sky.

-Screee!

The moment Wrath saw the bird, he yelped and collapsed.

-G-Gah, the Mad Woman returns! She’s come again!

His lips trembled as he mistook the bird for Merlin’s arrival.

‘No, that’s not it.’

I shook my head and extended my hand, and the mountain bird descended onto my palm.

‘This little one is a messenger from the Black Market.’

A small folded piece of paper was attached to the bird’s leg. It wasn’t from Merlin—it was a messenger sent by the Black Market.

‘How pathetic.’

I chuckled as I sent the bird back on its way.

‘What kind of Demon King gets scared of a mountain bird?’
-I-I’m not scared! I just thought it was the Mad Woman.
‘Sure, you cowardly Demon King.’
-That’s not true!

Ignoring Wrath’s protests, I unfolded the letter. The message was simple—they would be waiting at the branch located in the Zigheart Commercial District.

I burned the paper and immediately headed to the location mentioned in the letter.

Upon entering a small shop tucked away in the corner of the shopping district, the scent of wood wafted to my nose. Glancing around, I saw the interior filled with large and small wooden carvings.

I admired the sculptures as I ventured deeper into the shop. A familiar presence emanated from the proprietor behind the counter.

“It’s been a while.”

With a delicate voice, the proprietor removed the hood covering her head. It was Deningrose, a woman whose dizzying eyes were more striking than the rose-patterned blindfold.

“You came in person?”

I widened my eyes upon seeing Deningrose. I had expected her to send an informant, not to come herself.

“Of course I had to come.”

Deningrose shook her head, saying it was nothing special. She retrieved a green teacup and poured the hot water she’d been brewing inside. A calm, soothing fragrance wafted out, as if to settle a racing heart.

“Please, have some.”
“Thank you.”

I took a sip of the steaming tea. A nutty yet gentle flavor lingered on my tongue before fading cleanly away. Deningrose seemed to have deliberately prepared a tea that would help regulate emotions.

“You seem pressed for time, so let’s get straight to it. The person we’ve been in contact with has disappeared, correct?”
“Yes. It appears they moved immediately after hearing news that they’d found their sibling.”
“Actually, I’ve contacted them several times about finding someone resembling their sibling, but none of them were the right person. This time, it seems to be the real one.”

Deningrose mentioned that she had previously provided Judith with information about her sibling, but had been told none of them were correct.

“But to move alone….”
“It seems they didn’t want to waste my time, so they went to find them alone.”
“I see.”

She nodded, as if she’d grasped the situation immediately.

“Let me show you the information we provided to them first.”

Deningrose pulled out a document envelope from a drawer. I took it right away and examined its contents.

[A young man in his mid-twenties with brown hair, blue eyes, and a scar etched on his forehead was spotted near the Sran Tribe Village.]

I narrowed my eyes as I studied the paper.

‘This might be a match….’

Judith had told me her sibling’s name was Jubel, currently around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with brown hair and blue eyes, and a scar on their forehead.
Based on that description, the likelihood of this being her sibling seemed quite high.

“But if it’s the Sran Tribe Village….”
“Right. The Beast Alliance.”

Deningrose nodded as she mentioned the Beast Alliance.

“It’s a village that belongs to the Beast Alliance.”
“As expected.”

I’d heard of the tribe before, so I had a suspicion—and it turned out to be affiliated with the Beast Alliance, just as I thought.

‘But why is she there?’

From what I understood, both Judith and her younger sibling were under Karun’s control.
I could understand Judith being there, but I couldn’t fathom why her sibling would be in a place where the Beast Alliance operated.

“That village is quite an unusual place itself, but the person who appears to be Judith’s younger sibling also doesn’t seem ordinary, according to our intelligence.”
“What do you mean by that…?”
“This is something we discovered after your request, Raon.”

A chill emanated from Deningrose’s single eye.

“That person named Jubel appears to be living as an assassin.”

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