The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 611

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Chapter 611

Crack!

Colin pressed down on the burn scar etched across his cheek, grinding his teeth.

“Where are those bastards!”
“Units 4 and 5 have tracked them to the vicinity.”

The leader of the Assassination Organization’s Unit 2 approached from the side and bowed his head.

“Move! Don’t leave a single bone fragment—tear him to shreds!”

At Colin’s venomous command, the assassins surged forward with accelerated speed.

“Spread the fire wider! Make sure no one escapes!”

The assassins trailing behind moved left and right, spraying oil and tearing open scrolls inscribed with fire magic.

Roooaarrr!

Crimson flames erupted endlessly, weaving an inescapable net of inferno across the entire Forest.

“Organization Master.”

The Unit 2 leader swallowed hard, watching the flames intensify.

“If we advance much further, we’ll enter Sran Tribe territory. The flames will force them to emerge and stand guard, but if they decide to protect Unit 196….”
“That won’t happen.”

Colin shook his head with serene eyes, as if his rage had never existed.

“Those savage bastards treasure the Forest above all else. Would you protect Unit 196 if you were distracted extinguishing the flames while they wore night clothes and brought assassins with them?”
“Ah….”
“Exactly. They’d kill him first.”

His expression shifted into a cold smile, as though his outburst of fury had been mere theater.

“Actually, this works out better.”

Colin lightly tapped his burn-scarred cheek and smacked his lips.

“Our objective was never to assassinate the Sran Tribe anyway.”

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I plunged into the fierce barrier of flames that blazed across the path like a wall.

‘Where is Judith?’
-The True Demon King is not your subordinate.

Wrath twisted his mouth in mockery.

-I told you she’s alive, so find her yourself!

He waved his round hands as if that hint should suffice.

‘What an infuriatingly difficult personality.’

I narrowed my eyes and examined the ground. Though blood stains were scattered across the floor, the areas charred by flames made it impossible to determine a direction.

I extended my senses using Seolhwa’s perception.
The Forest was vast, and considerable time had passed—I couldn’t detect any trace of Judith or the assassins.

“Hmm.”

Listern approached from the side, fanning himself with his hand.

“You certainly set quite the inferno. It seems there were more embers than I initially observed.”

He furrowed his brow as if he hadn’t expected such a catastrophic blaze.

“Weren’t you supposed to be outside?”
“I received a request from Miss Deningrose to assist Raon until the very end.”

Listern shook his head, indicating it was Deningrose’s will rather than his own decision.

Under normal circumstances, I would have refused, but with time running short, I said nothing.

“We should head toward the Sran Tribe first.”

Listern wiped away the smoke and pointed ahead.

“Do you know the location?”
“I know the direction, but with the forest in this state, it will take some time to find our way there.”
“Hmm….”

I turned my gaze back toward the forest, narrowing my eyes.

‘Should I ask Wrath for help?’

I was contemplating whether to throw him some food and extract information when a different colored flame ignited above the ring of fire rotating around my heart.

Whoooosh!

The intense inferno surged into my upper dantian in an instant, clearing the vision filled with smoke and fire demons.

The embers scattered throughout the forest felt like my own breath.
I could sense the presence of people located at distances so far that even Seolhwa’s senses couldn’t detect them.

‘This is….’

This heat was identical to the flames I had felt not long ago. The crimson blaze left behind by Ifrit, the Fire Spirit King. His flames had become my new perception.

Roooar!

Using the sensation of the crimson flames resonating with the ring of fire, I surveyed the entire forest.
I felt over a hundred—no, more than a hundred—people moving in a long formation like the wings of a bird.

‘They’re assassins.’

The people caught in my senses were moving swiftly while concealing their presence. The aura of assassins was unmistakable.

‘And they’re pursuing someone.’

The way the assassins were spread out in such a long formation meant they were tracking someone. Following their direction of movement, I felt certain I would find Judith.

“Raon, this way….”
“Let’s go this direction.”
“Pardon? That way requires a bit of a detour….”
“She’s right ahead.”

I shook my head at Listern’s words and dashed toward the direction where I sensed the assassins’ presence.

Boom!

I activated the Heavenly Steps at full power. With movements as if blessed by the wind god itself, the flames that had surged through the thicket lost their force and subsided.

“I’ve heard the rumors about the Monster….”

Listern exhaled a breath of awe as he watched me advance while extinguishing the fire.

“But he’s far more impressive than I expected. Both in power and personality.”

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“Gasp!”

Jubel turned her head quickly, exhaling ragged breaths tinged with blood.
Carrying the injured Judith on her back while running had drained her stamina severely.

If she had been running at her normal pace, she would have already reached the vicinity of the Sran Tribe Village, but there was still considerable distance remaining.

“Jubel? Are you alright?”

Judith, clinging to her back, asked in a voice tinged with moisture.

“It’s fine.”

Jubel nodded, keeping her gaze forward to hide any sign of exhaustion.

“Put me down. I’ll run from here on.”
“I’m faster carrying you.”

Jubel shook her head and increased her pace.

“….”

Judith bit her lip as she watched sweat pour down Jubel’s neck like rain.

‘Jubel….’

A scorching inferno wrapped around her surroundings so intensely that breathing was nearly impossible, and having fought the assassins while running, Jubel was exhausted to the point where her breathing was ragged.

Yet she never stopped moving. She ran as if determined to continue until her very last breath.

‘I should never have come down.’

If she hadn’t descended from the hill, Jubel would never have ended up like this.
As her older sister, she couldn’t look after her younger sibling—instead, she’d created the worst possible situation. It was heartbreaking and filled her with remorse.

“I’m sorry….”
“Sorry for what? If anything, I’m grateful.”
“What?”
“I told you. I only wanted to see my sister before I died. Now that I’ve seen you, I won’t regret it even if I die here.”

Jubel turned back with a faint smile, as if truly unbothered.
The little sister who once needed to be held to fall asleep had grown into someone who could endure the wind and rain alone, standing as steadfast as anyone could be.

“That’s true for me too.”

Judith clenched her teeth and nodded.

“Still, let’s live together. There’s so much I want to show you….”

It was then that she gripped Jubel’s shoulder firmly. From both left and right, daggers wrapped in shadow came hurtling toward them.

“Gah!”

Jubel halted abruptly, dodging the throwing knife that streaked toward his face. In that moment of stillness, three assassins moved to block his path.

“….”

The assassins needed no words—they charged forward with daggers gripped tightly in their hands.

Jubel set Judith down and threw himself at the assassins. He rolled his shoulder to evade the dagger of the foremost attacker, then stomped on the man’s foot.

Crunch!

As the assassin’s foot drove into the ground and his body staggered, Jubel’s left dagger pierced the man’s throat.

“Guh….”

In the moment the first assassin fell, the two remaining assassins furrowed their brows and hurled throwing knives from both left and right.

Whistle!

Ten throwing knives descended simultaneously. Jubel deflected five, dodged three, but two grazed his waist and thigh as they passed.

“Ugh….”

As he gasped and bent his knees, the assassins seized the opening and rushed forward.

Boom!

Jubel had been waiting for this moment. He straightened his bent knees explosively, driving himself into the assassins’ embrace.

Rip!

His dagger tore through the heart of the assassin charging from the left.
But the assassin from the right, as if anticipating this move, leaned his body back and evaded the blade.

Whoosh!

Just as the assassin raised his right dagger to strike at Jubel’s head, a flash of black light streaked in from behind.

Splurt!

The assassin tumbled backward, a black dagger embedded in his skull.

“Haa….”

Judith lowered the hand that had thrown the dagger, her lips trembling.

“Jubel. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. You’re the one who—”

Jubel bit her lip as she looked at Judith, more concerned about her sister’s act of killing than her own wounds.

“I’m fine, so don’t worry. Let’s go. I can run now too.”

Judith pressed her lips between her teeth and pushed forward.

“….”

Jubel clenched her fists as she gazed upon the dead assassins.

“I’m sorry.”

Though they couldn’t be called comrades, they had lived similar lives, and all I could offer was an apology.

The assassins’ eyes held no malice—only a clear, understanding gaze—before their breath ceased.

Jubel exhaled heavily and ran alongside Judith toward the Sran Tribe Village. She glanced back, her brow furrowing deeply.

‘They’re coming. And this time, it’s on a scale unlike anything before.’

All the hidden assassins were converging—their numbers too vast to count. If caught now, death was certain.

“Just a little further….”

This path was a shortcut to the Sran Tribe that only I knew. A little further and the tribe members would come into view.
But the assassins behind me were closing in faster still.

‘Please. Please!’

I prayed to a god I had never asked for help in my entire life, and as I forced strength into my increasingly heavy legs, I saw people extinguishing the flames.

They were shamans and warriors of the Sran Tribe. It seemed they had left the village and come here to put out the fire.
The Sran Tribal Chief stood at the front, and his entire body was dyed in blue light, as if he were using shamanic magic.

“Chief!”

As Jubel approached the chief, one of the tribespeople threw a wooden spear.

Whiiiing!

The spear flew like a streak of light, grazing my cheek as it passed. A sharp, burning pain shot through me as if I had been scorched.

“Do not approach!”

The tribesman who had been smiling and greeting me just moments ago now revealed eyes burning with crimson fury.

“Philip.”

The Sran Tribal Chief stepped forward and uttered Jubel’s false name.

“Chief, please listen! This is not the time to extinguish the fire.”
“Then what should I do?”

His voice tilted with a hollow despair.

“Should I kill you instead?”
“What?”
“I felt your warmth from the flames that erupted here.”

The Sran Tribal Chief let out a hollow laugh and shook his head.

“My spiritual eye is special. I can see the warmth of objects. The fire that erupted here is the work of you and your companions, is it not?”
“That is….”

Jubel bit her lip without answering. After all, she was the one who had planted the spark here.

“Y-yes, that’s true. But there is something more urgent right now. Soon the assassins will….”
“You mean them.”

The Sran Tribal Chief pointed toward the rear.
Dozens of assassins who had crept up unnoticed now revealed their chilling murderous intent from the shadows.

“You block the path with fire, and summon assassins. This must be what you wanted.”

He nodded as he watched the flames grow increasingly fierce.

“Is this the price for giving affection and trust?!”

The Sran Tribal Chief’s eyes blazed with genuine fury, burning crimson with rage.

“…I apologize.”

Jubel had nothing to say beyond an apology.
It was true that I had actually intended to assassinate the Sran Tribe.
Perhaps because I had met my sister, I wanted to speak my true feelings before worrying about life and death.

“You may kill me. But first, please deal with them….”
“Nonsense!”
“I’ll kill you first!”
“Philip!”

In place of the Sran Tribal Chief, the tribe members snarled and unleashed their killing intent. They were all those who had been closest to Jubel within the Sran Tribe.

“Kill them all. Kill every last one!”

The Sran Tribal Chief raised his trembling hand. At his cry, the shamans and warriors of the Sran Tribe rushed toward Judith and Jubel.

Shhhhhhh.

The assassins too approached Judith and Jubel, their blades and daggers wrapped in murderous intent.

Jubel smiled thinly as she watched the Sran Tribe warriors rush toward her, cloaked in killing intent.

‘They won’t listen to reason at all.’

They just needed to hear one thing, but they had no intention of listening to me whatsoever.

But I understand their position. They were purer and kinder than anyone, so the betrayal must have struck them even harder.

‘At least I wasn’t assassinated. That’s something to be grateful for.’

The Sran Tribe was formidable. In a direct confrontation rather than an assassination, the Assassination Organization would not achieve total annihilation.

“Sister.”

Jubel released Judith’s hand and gestured backward.

“Fall back.”
“Jubel….”

He pushed Judith aside and stepped forward. Gripping daggers in both hands, he drew forth every ounce of his power.

It was a strength insufficient to block even a single punch from the Tribal Chief or the killing techniques of the squad leaders, yet he did not retreat.

“Kill the traitor!”

The Sran Tribe and the assassins rushed forward simultaneously. In the center of the battlefield, where malice and murderous intent overflowed, Jubel clenched his teeth.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

As he roared with determination to protect Judith at any cost, she stepped forward.

“Sister! What are you doing!”
“You’ve come!”
“What?”

Judith gazed up at the dark night sky and brought her hands together.

In that instant, a golden sun and a silver moon rose in the moonless sky.

Flames that flickered with ethereal brilliance and frost connected with the sun and moon, descending into the mortal realm.

Kuwaaaaang!

The blades of flame and frost simultaneously pushed back the Sran Tribe and the assassins.

Whoooosh!

The Blonde Swordsman emerged from flames deeper than the fire that consumed the Forest—a blaze that burned more intensely than the sun itself.
Eyes blazing with solar intensity and perfectly refined aura overwhelmed everyone standing in this place.

“Cease this fighting.”

As his low, resonant voice flowed forth, light returned to the eyes of those who had been entranced.

“That robe….”

The Sran Tribal Chief recognized the black dragon robe I wore and his lips trembled.

“Judith.”

I called out to Judith, who stood behind me with both swords lowered.

“Yes.”

Judith stepped forward and prostrated herself.

“N-sister?”

Jubel’s eyes widened as she watched Judith kneel in this situation.

“Do you and your brother bear responsibility for this incident?”
“Yes, we do.”
“I see.”

I nodded calmly. Hearing her admission of responsibility, I began to understand roughly how this situation had unfolded.

“I wish to clear up this misunderstanding first.”

With those words, I turned my gaze toward the man who appeared to be the Sran Tribe’s leader.

“A conversation….”
“Clear up a misunderstanding?”

The Tribal Chief ground his teeth with such force they nearly shattered.

“Had it not been for that robe, I would have severed your head this instant. Stand down!”

He had already lost his reason, his eyes blazing with a ferocity that was almost unbearable to witness.

A deep, guttural roar tore from his throat.

The assassins, too, showed no inclination for dialogue, their killing intent so palpable it made the skin crawl.

A deafening explosion erupted.

Both sides refused to cease their struggle, and their determination became kindling for a series of massive detonations that rippled across the Sran Tribe Village.

“Good.”

I extended my hand gripping the Divine Blade. The flames engulfing the surroundings undulated like waves before being drawn into my palm.
It appeared as though I danced with the fire itself, or perhaps commanded it entirely.

As everyone fell silent at this mystical sight, I stepped forward.

“The Sran Tribe’s wrath too.”

I pointed the Divine Blade toward the Sran Tribe, my gaze unwavering and serene.

“The malice of these killers as well—I shall bear it all.”

I aimed the Demonic Blade at the assassins, a chilling light emanating from its edge.

A resonant pulse shook the air.

I stamped my left foot firmly into the crumbling earth. The Overlord’s aura that blossomed from the fractured ground pressed down upon this world.

“I am Raon of Zigheart.”

From the Divine Blade and Demonic Blade, my unwavering will blazed forth as flame and frost, spreading outward.

“Come.”

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