The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 721

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Chapter 721

[You have achieved an unbelievable Achievement!]
[You have saved a Transcendent from the brink of death.]
[You have severed the life of a Transcendent of a different tier.]
[All stats increase by 50 points.]
[The trait 【Blade That Cleaves Death】 is created.]

I was startled by the 50-point increase, but when I saw the trait message below it, my jaw dropped.

‘Blade That Cleaves Death?’

Seeing the word death, it became clear that this trait was obtained because of Derus Robert.

【Blade That Cleaves Death.】
It allows you to cut through auras imbued with death more easily.

After confirming the ability of the new trait, I clenched my jaw.

‘Just as expected.’

If 【Flame That Overcomes Death】 was a defensive trait against death auras, then 【Blade That Cleaves Death】 was an offensive trait.

Since the death aura that Derus unleashed was potent enough to affect Glen Zigheart’s Divine Sword, a trait that reduces that influence would become a tremendous weapon.

-Uuugh!

Wrath groaned while clutching his cotton candy-like hair.

-Oh, raising fifty points all at once is too much! Have you forgotten the concept of moderation!

He cried out about how much I was giving away, his brow furrowing.

But the system seemed to completely ignore Wrath and immediately displayed a new message.

[The rank of the trait 【Eye of Wrath】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Ambush】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Indomitable Will】 has increased.]
[The rank of the trait 【Flame That Overcomes Death】 has increased.]

This time, the message indicated that my trait ranks had risen.
Naturally, the achievements of the traits that had influenced this battle had increased.

-Yes, four? Tone it down a bit! Aren’t all of these the True Demon King’s power!

Wrath shrieked, claiming that his traits and stats were all made from scraping the marrow from his own bones.

-Phew, finally quiet….
[A new title 【One Who Changes Fate】 has been created.]

The system cut off Wrath’s words as if it had been waiting, displaying a new message.

-Kyaaaaaaah!

Wrath finally couldn’t hold back and let out a scream, thrashing about wildly.

‘Hmm?’

I covered my ears and examined the message carefully.

‘One Who Changes Fate?’

The title’s name was too weighty to simply overlook, so I checked its details.

【One Who Changes Fate.】

But only the name appeared—the title’s ability was nowhere to be found.

‘Wrath. This….’

I turned my gaze to ask Wrath about it.

-Cough….

Wrath patted his own body with his stubby arms and coughed dryly.

-This reward has left the True Demon King’s ribs completely shattered. It feels like having my wallet full of savings stolen by my mother!

He muttered that all his strength had drained away and sniffled.

-What crime did the True Demon King commit to be sucked dry like this, marrow and all!

Wrath’s eyes glistened with tears as he flailed his arms about.

‘Sigh.’

I exhaled and gestured to Wrath.

‘Once we get back, I’ll let you eat whatever you want. Just stay quiet for now.’
-Understood!

Wrath wiped away his tears as if he’d never been crying and clamped his mouth shut.
The more I saw of him, the more tiresome he became rather than endearing.

“Raon.”

I was about to ask Wrath about his title when Lunan approached from behind. She held out a familiar-looking ice cream box.

-Ooh! Mint chocolate!

Wrath exclaimed that it was mint chocolate as if he could see inside the box.

“You brought this all the way here?”
“Because I believed you wouldn’t die.”

Lunan said she’d prepared it as a snack and nodded her head.

“…Thank you.”

I was more grateful for her belief that I would survive than for the snack itself.
Though the ice cream box was cold, my hands and heart warmed as if standing before a blazing hearth.

-Indeed, the True Demon King has only the ice cream girl!

Wrath stroked Lunan’s head while drooling profusely.

-What are you doing! Hurry up and open the lid so we can eat the ice cream!
‘Wait a moment.’

I pushed away Wrath, who was tugging at my sleeve and shaking it, and opened the ice cream box.
Beneath the white frost, four spheres of ice cream revealed their elegant forms.

‘Hmm….’

I placed a mint chocolate ice cream into my mouth while meeting Lunan’s expectant gaze.
I had grown somewhat accustomed to the taste by now, but I still couldn’t quite understand why anyone would eat this.

-Ahhhhh!

Wrath trembled with his fist clenched as he threw his head back.

-This is the taste of life! The True Demon King would have perished long ago if not for mint chocolate!

The creature even had tears glistening in his eyes as he praised the mint chocolate. I regretted that I couldn’t show Lunan this grotesque reaction.

“Heh….”

Lunan also seemed to want ice cream as she slowly opened her mouth.

“Here, have some.”

I chuckled softly and handed the ice cream to Lunan.

“Thank you.”

Lunan Slion thanked her for the ice cream she had given him and put it in his mouth. Whether it was the taste he expected, her cheeks flushed red.

“Garam, you try some too.”

I handed the mint chocolate to Garam, who was leaning his face over the river.

“Okay!”

Garam popped the bead ice cream into his mouth without hesitation, then immediately spat it out.

“Poison! It’s poison! It’s bursting in my mouth!”

He bounced across the river’s surface, scrubbing his tongue with his palm.

-What a waste!

Wrath flapped his hand, urging him to pick it up and eat it immediately.

“So you do have refined taste.”

I ignored Wrath and smiled at Garam with amusement.

“I knew you were my friend.”
-You uncultured swine!

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“…And that’s how I was able to stop the one attempting to ambush the Head of House.”

As I departed the Rabel River and returned to Zigheart, I recounted everything that had transpired to everyone.

“I see. So that’s how it unfolded.”

Glen nodded calmly, as if everything now made perfect sense.

“In the end, that Blue Demon child saved both your life and mine. It’s no exaggeration to say that.”

He spoke without the slightest regret about surrendering the Nambuk Alliance Headquarters, his hand falling to his side.

“Yes. I received far more from Garam than what I gave him.”

I nodded in agreement with Glen’s words, clasping my hands before me.

“Garam wouldn’t think that way.”

Rimer waved his hand dismissively.

“That’s right. That child was prepared to stake his life for you.”

Sheryl also laughed, saying she looked at him not as a friend, but as a benefactor.

“But why hasn’t Garam’s face changed? Quite some time has passed—why isn’t his body growing?”

Rimer tilted his head, finding it strange that Garam still maintained such a youthful appearance.

“Did he learn some sorcery to halt the aging of body and soul?”
“I’m not entirely certain myself.”

I shook my head. I hadn’t considered it particularly important, nor had I asked about it, so I truly knew nothing.

“Raon.”

Sylvia drew close to my side with a gentle smile.

“Yes?”
“I just wanted to call your name because I’m happy.”

She beamed brightly and linked her arm through mine.

“I’m just happy about everything—that you’ve returned, that you’ve gained such wonderful friends, that you’ve saved the Head of House.”

Sylvia spoke of how it had been such a long time since she felt this kind of happiness, her eyes softly closing.

I gazed at Sylvia, whose smile carried not a trace of shadow, and offered a small smile in return.

‘Only happiness awaits you from now on.’

Having emerged victorious from the life-or-death duel with King Roman, Sylvia would now ascend to the position above the Main Lineage.
With her power restored, there was no one left in this family who would dare look down upon her.

I squeezed her hand firmly, hoping she would live happily with the servants of the Annex Building.

“Raon.”

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes and turned around.

“Did you thank your comrades?”

She glanced at the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen following behind and wiggled her fingers.

“All those children risked their lives fighting for you. I’ve received their help many times as well.”

Sylvia smiled faintly, saying they had been truly invaluable.

“No! We were the ones who received help!”

Burren, watching Karun’s reaction, shook his head firmly.

“Yes. You helped a lot.”

Lunan called Sylvia “Mother” respectfully and nodded.

“I-I also received help from you, ma’am!”

Dorian mentioned how she had blocked his sword twice and suddenly pulled out a chocolate pastry from his belly pouch.

“No. Just having you all there was reassuring enough.”

Sylvia broke the pastry Dorian had given her in half and handed it to me with a smile.

-Hey!

Wrath licked his lips and wiggled his fingers.

-Why aren’t you taking it already! Our mother’s arm will hurt!

The creature only wanted to eat the pastry but pretended to worry about Sylvia, furrowing his brow.

‘His excuses are quite varied.’

I put the pastry Sylvia gave me into my mouth and spotted someone trudging slowly from the very back.

‘Martha.’

Martha walked in silence unlike the other swordsmen, her gaze fixed solely on the ground.

‘It must be because of the White Blood Cult Master.’

The White Blood Cult Master I witnessed at the Rabel River today hadn’t yielded an inch even while facing King Lecross and Ogram simultaneously.
It was only natural for her to despair after witnessing such overwhelming power in an enemy before her eyes.

-The True Demon King wants to handle this.

Wrath stopped mid-explanation about the taste of the chocolate confection and furrowed his brow. He let out a low sigh, genuinely wanting to help.

“Martha.”

I brushed the dust from my hands and approached Martha.

“This time—”
“Damn it!”

Martha lifted her head sharply as if she’d been waiting for this.

“This isn’t my way of doing things!”

She turned to face me and nodded firmly.

“There’s someone who died and came back to life, so I can’t give up.”

Martha clenched her fists tightly, declaring that she would never abandon her mission to save her mother.

“You said you’d help, right?”
“Yeah. Call me anytime.”

I nodded, reaffirming my previous promise to her.

“Good. That White Blood Cult Master—I’ll crush her completely!”

Martha spat out curses toward the White Blood Cult Master, steeling her resolve.

“Martha.”

Sylvia approached Martha with a gentle smile.

“I told you to come by the Annex Building. Why do you keep sending only meat?”

She lowered her brows, saying she wanted to share a meal with her.

“Ah, well, that’s…”
“Next time, you must come. I’ll prepare your favorite dishes.”
“…Understood.”

Martha simply nodded, her shoulders hunched as if she’d never cursed in her life.

As I watched Martha’s face flush beside Sylvia with amusement, a colossal barrier suddenly came into view before our group. It was the Castle Wall of Zigheart.

The barrier that had always stood with such dignity was now pierced through its center, as if crushed by an immense force.

Grind.

I clenched my teeth as I gazed upon the collapsed City Gate and Castle Wall.

In the past, I wouldn’t have cared what happened to Zigheart, but now, merely seeing the destroyed wall kindled a burning rage within me. It seemed I had truly become a member of Zigheart.
It seemed like he had truly become a person of Zigheart.

“Now that I see it again, it’s certain.”

Glen examined the deliberately unrepaired Castle Wall and nodded calmly.

“Dragon breath.”
“Pardon?”

I widened my eyes as I looked at Glen.

“This Castle Wall was destroyed by a dragon’s breath.”

Glen said he could say with certainty because he had witnessed the breath of ancient dragons during this war.

“Damn these bastards!”

Aris swept her red hair back and furrowed her brow.

“Can I go find those wyverns and slaughter them all?”

She placed her hand on her sword, muttering that she would need to go dragon hunting soon.

“….”

Glen gazed at the collapsed Castle Wall for a moment before turning away.

“You’ve all done well.”

He examined each of the Zigheart swordsmen one by one before slowly opening his lips.

“It was your courage and fighting spirit that allowed us to defeat the Nambuk Alliance and Oma.”

Glen attributed even his own achievements to the swordsmen, a faint smile crossing his face.

“No, that’s not true!”
“The Head of House accomplished it all!”
“Yes. This war was essentially concluded by Raon and the Head of House!”

The Zigheart swordsmen blushed deeply, embarrassed to receive praise from the Continent’s greatest warrior.

“After mourning the fallen for three days, I will hold a small banquet. Everyone must attend.”

Glen spoke of holding a funeral and banquet, his gaze lowering slightly.

“Understood!”

The Zigheart swordsmen deepened their respect for Glen and bowed their heads.

“Then rest now.”

Glen gazed at Raon for a moment before walking toward the Main Mansion.
Rimer, Sheryl, Roen, and the other swordsmen waved their hands and followed in his wake.

Raon bowed his head to Glen alongside Sylvia before heading toward the Annex Building. Though it was night, the Garden’s lights were on, so it wasn’t particularly dark.
It was night, but the garden lights were on, so it wasn’t very dark.

-Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap! Baap!

Wrath began singing with “bap” and dancing in the air.

‘Today it’s my turn to cook.’

I shook my head. Since it was late, I didn’t want to burden the maids with work.

-Damn it! The True Demon King was looking forward to home-cooked food so much.
‘You can eat it tomorrow.’

Just as I was about to shake my head at Wrath, Helen, who was standing on the staircase of the Annex Building, waved at me.

“My lady! Young master! Everyone!”

The moment Helen saw that I, Sylvia, Yua, and Julius had all returned alive, she knocked on the Annex Building’s door.

“Huh?”
“My lady!”
“Young master!”

The lights inside the Annex Building turned on simultaneously, and the maids came rushing out.

“You truly survived!”
“Young master….”
“We’ve been waiting for you!”

The maids surrounded me and Sylvia, tears streaming down their faces.
Even Judith, who rarely showed her emotions, had reddened eyes as she wept quietly.

“Sniff….”

Little Yua, caught up in the maids’ emotions, whimpered in Helen’s arms.

“I’m sorry for worrying you all.”

I lowered my head, feeling the warmth of the maids surrounding me.

“There’s been a lot happening….”
“We can talk while we eat.”

Helen sniffled and pointed toward the Dining Hall of the Annex Building.

“I kept preparing everything because I was sure you’d come back.”

She laughed as she mentioned having made all of my favorite dishes.

“Thank you.”
“I was hungry. This is perfect.”

I exchanged glances with Sylvia and smiled. But there was someone else in the Annex Building who was far more delighted.

—Kyiyathoo!

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Glen Zigheart collapsed onto the Jade Throne the moment he entered the Audience Chamber.

‘I’m exhausted.’

Suppressing a soul that sought to transcend his current level had been far more taxing than any battle he’d fought before.
It had barely stabilized, but he was too drained to do anything.

“Father.”

Aris Zigheart approached the Jade Throne with a furrowed brow.

“Are you truly alright?”
“I’m merely a bit tired.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head slowly.

“That’s more than just tired! The sword you unleashed at the end clearly transcended human limits!”

Aris bit her lip, anxiety flickering across her face.

“Don’t worry.”

Glen Zigheart lowered his hand gently.

“As long as I don’t draw the Holy Sword again, there’s nothing for you to fear.”

He shook his head, saying that in his current state, he could endure anything.

“Head of House.”

Sheryl approached Glen and dropped to her knees.

“I apologize for failing to support you from behind.”
“I am ashamed.”

Roen bent at the waist, sharing the same sentiment.

“Apologize for what! How were we supposed to catch that man flying off on his own!”

Rimer wrinkled his nose, insisting this was beyond their capabilities.

“In any case, don’t overexert yourself! I can’t afford to lose my source of income!”

As he cried out that he still had many debts to repay, crimson lightning suddenly erupted in the air.

Crack!

Bolts of lightning, writhing like living serpents, coiled around Rimer’s entire body.

“Cough….”

Lightning struck Rimer’s crown, and he collapsed, spewing black smoke from his mouth.

“I-I’m fine. See, I’m perfectly fine….”

He muttered that it was fortunate before his eyes closed as if he’d lost consciousness.

“See? There’s no problem at all.”

Glen reassured me and pushed away the steam rising into the empty air.

“Roen.”
“Yes, Head of House.”

Roen slowly lifted his head.

“Prepare for the Main Lineage Inauguration Ceremony for Raon and Sylvia to be held during the banquet.”
“Understood!”

Roen nodded with a bright smile.

“A Main Lineage Inauguration Ceremony? So Raon and Sylvia are finally becoming true Main Lineage members?”

Aris clapped her hands with a delighted smile.

“Yes. It was a promise I made.”

Glen nodded as if it were obvious.

“Finally, I’ll get to hear Raon call me aunt properly. I’ve been waiting so long for….”
“Grandfather comes first!”

Glen shot a cold gaze toward Aris. A murderous aura far more intense than when he fought Oma emanated from his shoulders.

“I’ve waited far longer than you! How dare you!”

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