The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 665

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Chapter 665

I narrowed my lips as I observed the man wearing the blue serpent helmet.

‘Geummyeonsa, Red Ghost Knight—their voices are identical.’

It wasn’t merely the voice that matched. The very aura they emanated as individuals bore striking similarities.

Yet the attributes they wielded differed. Unlike Geummyeonsa and Red Ghost Knight, this figure commanded an aura of the water element.

‘Could they truly be the same person? And yet…’

This one was far more formidable.

The Blue Snake Helmet Warrior had ascended to the Grand Master realm—a master of the highest caliber. They bore no comparison to Geummyeonsa or Red Ghost Knight.

If Geummyeonsa truly were this blue serpent helmet warrior, they would have grown to match my own level. That made no sense whatsoever.

No—questioning whether they were the same person was absurd to begin with. Geummyeonsa and Red Ghost Knight had died before my eyes.

‘What in the world is happening here?’

I couldn’t fathom how beings with the same voice, physique, and temperament as the dead could appear one after another.

“Me?”

The Snake Helmet Warrior pointed at himself with a finger and laughed.

“Blue Time Envoy.”
“I wasn’t asking for your name.”

I narrowed my eyes as I regarded the Blue Time Envoy, who had volunteered his name.

“What is your connection to Geummyeonsa and Red Ghost Knight?”
“What do you think?”

The Blue Time Envoy chuckled with amusement. Now that I observed him more closely, his demeanor seemed lighter than Geummyeonsa’s had been.

“Do you think I’m the same person as Geummyeonsa?”
“Absolutely not.”

I shook my head firmly, adhering to the judgment I had made.

“Right. You couldn’t think otherwise. You witnessed Geummyeonsa and the Red Ghost Knight die with your own eyes. That’s the correct answer. However….”

The Blue Time Envoy wagged his index finger left and right.

“It’s also the wrong answer.”
“What nonsense is that?”

I tightened my grip on the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword, tilting my jaw to the side.

“That is….”

Just as the Blue Time Envoy’s mouth opened again, the sound of the Gwangpung Corps’ footsteps echoed from behind.

“Where is the King!”
“What kind of King is this—these Monsters are incredibly strong!”
“Is it already over… huh?”

The Gwangpung Corps, having finished their battle with the royal guards and climbed up, spotted the Blue Time Envoy floating in mid-air and their eyes widened.

“W-wait, Eden?”
“It’s Eden!”
“Battle stations!”

The moment the Gwangpung Corps saw the Blue Time Envoy, they immediately deployed the Gwangpung Formation and lowered their stances.

Whiiiing!

The Blue Time Envoy, thinking my concentration had been disrupted by the Gwangpung Corps, kicked off the empty air and surged forward, extending his hand toward the Double-Headed Ogre King’s head.
The explosive force was at a level that defied belief for a human body.

Cliiing!

In that instant, the blade of the Heavenly Sword gripped in my hand traced across the moon rising along the spine, and the Blue Time Envoy’s hand hung suspended at the center of that elegant slash.

Crash!

The Blue Time Envoy was driven backward, taking the full brunt of Raon’s blade strike instead of the Double-Headed Ogre King’s attack. Blood erupted from his grip as a violent shockwave rippled through him.

“…You reacted to that?”

The Blue Time Envoy let out a hollow laugh, as if utterly bewildered. His astonishment seemed to outweigh the blood flowing from his hand.

“Isn’t that the one who attacked Sepia?”

Rimer, sharing the same thought, narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Blue Time Envoy.

“The voice and temperament are similar… but that one is dead.”

He swallowed hard, recalling that he’d personally confirmed the corpse.

“I’m not entirely certain either. So…”

Raon licked his lips and raised the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword.

“I intend to find out now.”
“Ha!”

Just as I was about to charge at the Blue Time Envoy while wielding Manhwagong and Glacia, he leaped backward into empty space, sneering from a position where there was nothing to stand on.

“I have no intention of fighting you.”

The Blue Time Envoy shook his head, both hands raised.

“I only need that lovely ogre’s corpse. Or just the head will do. If you’re willing to compromise…”
“Shut your mouth.”

Raon stomped the ground fiercely, carving deep footprints into the stone as I surged forward, piercing through the Blue Time Envoy’s space.

The Blue Time Envoy sneered and retreated further into the void.

Raon anticipated the movement and executed the footwork of the Ghost Demon Sword Master, striking through the empty air and unleashing the Manhwagong’s crimson blade downward.

Screech!

The Heavenly Sword traced a line of flame that coiled through the wind and plummeted downward. The Blue Time Envoy’s aura barrier melted away, and his chest split open.

Fukaaaaack!

The Blue Time Envoy reacted instantly, leaning his body back, but his chest remained gaping open as he spewed crimson blood.

“Kugh….”

He fled to a greater distance, his eyes wide with shock—as if he’d never imagined he could be wounded at such a range.

Tsk.

I clicked my tongue and retreated toward the peak where the Gwangpung Corps stood. Continuous movement through empty air remained beyond my current reach.

“G-Ghost Demon Sword Master’s footwork technique?”

The Blue Time Envoy let out a hollow laugh as he gazed at the wound pouring blood across his chest.

“I never thought you’d stolen such an obscure martial art. But….”

He gestured toward his own body, twisting his lips into a grin.

“You can’t steal this, can you?”
“That’s not a martial art. And….”

I shook my head, reading the flow of mana supporting the Blue Time Envoy’s feet and back.

“I don’t need it to kill you.”
“Just tell me one thing.”

The Blue Time Envoy chuckled softly, placing a hand on his chest. The gaping wound that had been spurting blood began to close slowly.

“Killing me won’t necessarily benefit you.”

His voice carried a gravity it hadn’t possessed before.

“….”

I furrowed my brow, watching the smiling Blue Time Envoy.

‘I can’t dismiss what he said so carelessly.’

If another warrior had spoken such words, I would have dismissed it as bluster, but he was different.

Geummyeonsa, then the Red Ghost Knight, and now appearing in a new form—each time he emerged, he had grown to rival my own strength.

Based on my experience so far, there was a possibility that when I killed him and the next Snake Helmet Warrior appeared, they would be even stronger than I was.

“It should be bluster, so why doesn’t it feel like bluster?”

Rimer’s eyes narrowed with irritation.

“You understand, then.”

The Blue Time Envoy nodded with a faint smile.

“Well, since you two seem unwilling to abandon that corpse, I suppose we should call it a day.”

He waved his hand lightly and retreated further away. Yet his voice still sounded as if he were speaking from right before me.

“Take care of yourself until we meet again.”

The Blue Time Envoy waved with a light chuckle.

“Because I want to be the one to kill you.”

With those final words, he transformed into water droplets and vanished.

“I have no idea what that guy is.”

Rimer shrugged, saying it was like watching a card sharp whose hand you couldn’t read.

‘Wrath.’

I called out to Wrath, who was perched on my shoulder.

‘What do you make of him?’
-Haaah….

Wrath yawned and shook his head.

-That last part sounded genuine. He might actually return even stronger.
‘Is that even possible?’
-I’ve told you many times, the True Demon King knows little of sorcery or magic. Moreover, their power is heterogeneous, so I understand it even less.

He furrowed his brow, as if annoyed.

‘The Demon King isn’t much help.’
-Ugh, ah, well, it probably requires many conditions. Such as not dying intentionally, or needing to survive until the very end.

Wrath groaned and offered what information he could.

‘Then they’re not the same individuals I saw before?’
-That’s what’s strange. Their souls are similar yet different. Such a thing would only occur among siblings born from the same womb….

Raon gazed toward the place where the Blue Time Envoy had vanished as he listened.

‘Siblings, then….’

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Raon set aside his questions about the Blue Time Envoy and stood before the Gwangpung Corps.

‘Now they’re worth watching.’

Unlike when they trained in the Training Ground, the winds of the Gwangpung Style now perfectly permeated the swordsmen’s bodies.
They had reached a level where one could speak of them as practitioners of transcendent martial arts without embarrassment.

“How does it feel?”

Raon swept his gaze across the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen in turn and nodded.

“Now I truly understand what the Gwangpung Style is.”
“Yes. I’ve come to grasp both power control and its application anew.”
“Indeed, there’s no teacher quite like actual combat.”

The Gwangpung Corps laughed, saying they had felt and learned so much.

“The duration and durability of the Gwangpung Formation have also strengthened. Thanks to the Gwangpung Style, the aura we waste has decreased significantly.”

Burren Zigheart nodded with evident satisfaction.

“What I like most is that the frustration has vanished… The wind of the Gwangpung Style has made my speed and power operate on an entirely different level…”

Martha laughed heartily, saying her swordplay had become far more exhilarating.

“Support has become easier. The wind accelerates our protection.”

Lunan Slion nodded, noting that shielding the swordsmen with frost had become far swifter.

“I too have glimpsed a new stage of the Wallran Technique.”

Mark Goeten bowed his head, having found a path to advance further.

Hearing all the swordsmen declare themselves stronger thanks to the Gwangpung Style, I felt the pride of a martial art’s founder wash over me.
It was a joy far greater than being praised for achieving great deeds.

“Well, I’m glad everything has improved.”

I revealed my swelling satisfaction with a smile. Yet that smile carried a hint of coldness within it.

“W-why does your expression look like that?”

Dorian’s lips trembled with fear.

“Right. Why do you look so angry…?”
“Crain.”

As always, I called out Crain’s name first.

“Let me see the inside of your right arm.”
“Huh?”

At those words, Crain’s shoulders trembled violently.

“I, it’s….”

Crain’s jaw quivered as he raised his arm. There was a tiny wound in the armpit area, with blood seeping out slowly.

“An injury?”
“It’s just a small wound….”
“If it had been any bigger, your arm would’ve been severed?”
“Ah….”

He hung his head, at a loss for words.

“Dorian.”
“Yes!”

Dorian lifted his head sharply, as if confident.

“Changing clothes won’t erase the scent of blood.”
“Ugh….”

Dorian’s shoulders shrank like roasted meat.

“Your back’s injured too?”
“That’s… yes, it is….”

He muttered about when I could have seen it, gingerly touching his wounded back.

“Next….”

I called out the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen one by one, each bearing even the smallest wound, my smile growing increasingly sinister.

“What, what is this.”
“Is our Organization Master a dog? How did you smell the blood!”
“That’s not it—you must’ve seen it! But when did you see it!”
“We’ve been tricked. That monster got us again!”

The Gwangpung Corps trembled as they watched Raon, who read every detail of the situation perfectly—contrary to what they’d said about not witnessing the fight while conversing.

“Phew….”
“Fortunately, it’s not us.”
“No injuries.”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan Slion exhaled sighs of relief as they observed each other, finding not even the smallest wound among them.

“Finally….”

Raon pointed toward the darkening sky.

“I distinctly told you to finish before daybreak, yet you reached the summit only after the sun had set.”

It was a minute difference, but the Gwangpung Corps had climbed the mountain after the sun had fallen.

“Therefore, all members of the Gwangpung Corps will undergo additional concentration training.”

The moment the words “concentration training” left his lips, the faces of the Gwangpung Corps drained of color.

“Aaaaaahhhhh!”

Rimer tore at his hair and wailed.

“I handed over the Organization Master position too soon! Whether it’s that master or the vice-master, they do whatever they please anyway, but I gave it up too quickly!”

He cried out in deep regret.

“I am pleased!”

Mark Goeten smiled as if he’d discovered a new objective and drew his sword. The other swordsmen shook their heads, calling him a deviant.

Raon smiled faintly as he watched the wailing Gwangpung Corps.

‘After conducting one final concentration enhancement training, I’ll prepare for the life-or-death duel.’

With roughly four months remaining before the duel with the Demon King, spending about two weeks with the Gwangpung Corps and dedicating the remaining time to personal training seemed sufficient.

“We’re heading back immediately. Prepare yourselves.”

I instructed the Gwangpung Corps to prepare for departure, then took my place before the Double-Headed Ogre King’s corpse.
I needed to incinerate every bone and scrap of flesh so Eden’s forces couldn’t locate it again.

“Master Raon.”

As I channeled the Manhwagong at full intensity to obliterate even the Double-Headed Ogre King’s lingering spirit, Hofen approached from the side.

“It seems you could return now and report that the mission was completed successfully.”

I smiled faintly as I laid the flames I held in my palm onto the Double-Headed Ogre King’s corpse.

“Thank you. However….”

Hofen smacked his lips and stepped closer.

“Would you perhaps consider visiting our kingdom?”
“The Shuper Holy Kingdom, you mean?”
“Yes. You are my benefactor, and you’ve provided tremendous assistance this time as well. I truly wish to repay you.”
“Hmm….”

I smacked my lips while regarding Hofen. The task had concluded swiftly, leaving me with free time, but I had no particular reason to go.
Especially since it was a Holy Kingdom—as someone who didn’t believe in gods, it seemed it would be tedious.

-Don’t you have work to do! Where are you going! All this holiness is nonsense!

Wrath smacked his lips, urging me to return and eat home-cooked meals. As a Demon Lord, he instinctively recoiled from the Holy Kingdom.

“I….”

Just as I was about to decline, Hofen continued speaking.

“Due to the matter concerning Barene, there are treasures that I had originally intended to present to you, but which remain in an ambiguous state.”
“Treasures?”
“Yes. Items that His Majesty personally bestowed.”

Hofen bowed his head, mentioning sacred elixirs and martial arts texts that the Holy Kingdom’s king had directly granted.

‘Now that changes things.’

If I could gain elixirs and swordsmanship, it was worth making time to go.

-You’re not actually going, are you?
‘Well, that’s…’
-This servant of the Lord of Wrath setting foot in a place like the Holy Kingdom! Those hypocrites who pretend to be righteous are far more filthy! They could very well deceive you with their schemes!

Wrath furrowed his brow, insisting I not even turn my head toward the Holy Kingdom.

“Come to think of it, you enjoyed pearl ice cream back in Barene, didn’t you?”

Hofen clapped his palm as the memory from Barene came to mind.

“Our kingdom has just opened a large Pearl Ice Cream Shop. My younger brother mentioned they have special flavors you can only find there, so I’m certain you won’t regret it.”
-S-special flavors?
“Special flavors?”

Wrath and Lunan Slion both sprang to their feet, eyes wide.

-What are you doing!

Wrath tapped my shoulder while furrowing his brow.

-Shout that you’re going at once!
‘You just said not to go. Those white-faced ones are more filthy…’
-If you disrespect the Holy Kingdom, the True Demon King won’t let it slide!
‘…’

I exhaled softly, watching Wrath twist his expression.

‘Is this really a Demon Lord?’

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I headed toward the Shuper Holy Kingdom to receive the endless urging from Wrath and Lunan Slion, and the rewards Hofen had prepared.

Hofen knew the shortcut that pierced through the mountain range, allowing us to arrive at the Holy Kingdom faster than expected.

“That is our Shuper Holy Kingdom.”

Hofen pointed to the pristine castle walls that seemed built from clouds and smiled.

“Wow….”
“H-holy power is flowing around the castle.”
“No wonder it’s called the Holy Kingdom. It wouldn’t be strange if a god descended right now.”
“It’s not just magnificent—it’s mesmerizing.”

The Gwangpung Corps gazed at the panorama of the Holy Kingdom and exhaled in awe.

I nodded as I listened to the swordsmen’s words.

‘Indeed….’

The Holy Kingdom radiated a brilliant light as if embracing the sunlight itself, and its buildings were tall yet possessed an antiquated elegance.

It was more splendid than the trading city of Camelrun, Owen, or the Valkar Kingdom, yet the feeling of divinity came before any human aesthetic appreciation.
One could almost believe that a god was watching over that kingdom.

-Indeed, the Holy Kingdom! It smells delicious!

Wrath licked his lips as if the Holy Kingdom itself were vanilla ice cream.

-Let’s hurry! To the largest shop… Hmm?

He was speaking about ice cream when his eyes narrowed.

‘Why?’
-…It’s nothing.

Wrath waved his hand dismissively.

‘How bland.’

I chuckled and followed Hofen toward the Holy Kingdom.
The holy knights standing before the noble city gate, seemingly crafted from pure white wood, bowed their heads to Hofen.

“Commander, you’ve returned. But who are these people…?”

The holy knights guarding the gate tilted their heads in confusion as they observed the Gwangpung Corps.

“They are the heroes of the Zigheart Gwangpung Corps. They saved us during this mission.”

Despite Hofen’s claim that he didn’t need their help, he graciously introduced them, acknowledging the fact that they had indeed rescued him.

“Ah! Then this person must be…!”

The holy knights’ jaws trembled as they gazed upon Raon.

“It is an honor to meet the Dragon Slayer!”

Perhaps the holy knights were knights themselves. The two of them bowed their heads with profound reverence.

“A pleasure to meet you.”

I offered a faint smile and nodded in acknowledgment.

“Ah, I’ll open it right away!”

The two holy knights stepped aside and opened the City Gate—not a small passage for pedestrians, but the Main Gate itself.

Creak, creak, creak, creak!

As the Main Gate of the castle swung open, everyone passing by turned to look in our direction.

“Oh? The Commander has returned!”
“You finished so quickly!”
“Are you unharmed?”

Residents, each carrying a white book tucked under their arm, approached Hofen and the holy knights to offer their greetings.
It was unusual—typically, ordinary residents would be wary of knights, yet these people showed no such hesitation.

“You seem to maintain a close relationship with your residents.”
“It is our doctrine. We are not bound by rank or gender.”
“Ah, what a noble teach—”

I smiled and nodded, then turned my head to the right. Just for an instant. And though subtle, I felt a dark aura brush across my shoulder.

‘What is this?’

Why is there demonic energy in the Holy Kingdom?

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