The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 726

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Chapter 726

“You found it?”

I knelt on one knee and gazed into the eyes of the frog that harbored Merlin and Garam.

“Yes. Beneath the Rabel River….”
“I’m speaking right now.”

Merlin interjected just as Garam was about to explain.

“Raon. Why aren’t you looking at me?”

Merlin’s voice descended with an eerie chill, as if echoing from the depths of the earth.

-Gack… gack…

Wrath clutched his throat in terror and recoiled.

“If you ignore me….”
“W-wait, Merlin! Just a moment!”

I raised my hand toward the frog’s violet eyes.

“Let me hear what Garam has to say first, and then I’ll listen to everything you want to tell me.”

I swallowed hard, pleading silently for her patience.

“Really?”

A bright light suffused Merlin’s voice.

“I promise.”

I nodded, speaking with sincerity.

“Great!”

As Merlin withdrew with a smile, the eerie violet light that had filled the frog’s eyes vanished.

“R-Raon, you’re living such a difficult life.”

When the frog opened its mouth, Garam’s voice flowed out once more. He drew out his words with a tone of sympathy.

“…Enough.”

I covered my reddened face in embarrassment and placed the frog on my palm.

“Who did you find? Describe their appearance first.”

Upon returning to Zigheart, I had asked Garam to search for Oma’s corpse, which might be beneath the river. It seemed he had discovered one of them.

“It’s not a person—it’s a weapon.”

Garam shook his head and spoke in a calm voice.

“A weapon?”
“Yes. It’s the sword of that red-haired madman who suddenly joined the battlefield and challenged your grandfather.”

He laughed, saying he had found the black sword that had been embedded deep within the river.

“The Holy Sword Union Master….”

The only red-haired lunatic who had challenged Glen was the Holy Sword Union Master.

“Was there no corpse?”
“No. There was nothing nearby.”

Garam shook his head, saying only the sword had been embedded there.

“What’s the condition of the black sword?”
“The blade has cracks, but it didn’t break. Do you think it can be repaired and used?”
“Hmm….”

I bit my lip as I gazed into the frog’s eyes, which gleamed like black pearls.

‘Is he truly dead…?’

The Holy Sword Master’s Order Master is a madman who pushed aside the leaders of Oma just to cross blades with Glen.
Among the Sword Ghosts of the Holy Sword Association, he was uniquely insane, so it seemed unlikely he would abandon his own sword and disappear.

‘Besides, he took the Head of House’s Heart Sword head-on.’

While the other Oma leaders fled from Glen’s Heart Sword, the Holy Sword Master’s Order Master had instead charged forward to carefully observe the swordsmanship.
No matter how I thought about it, there was no way he could have survived.

‘However….’

What bothered me was that the Holy Sword Master’s Order Master’s sword hadn’t shattered. Since it only cracked but didn’t break, there was a possibility he might still be alive.

‘I should report this.’

Through this war, the Holy Sword Master’s Order Master had made it clear that his path diverged from Oma’s.
Even if he were alive, he wouldn’t align with Oma, but it seemed I should inform Glen.

“Thank you, Garam.”

Raon smiled faintly and stroked the frog’s head.

“Psh, we’re friends!”

Garam laughed carelessly as if it was nothing.

“But Raon.”

He stopped laughing and suddenly lowered his voice.

“The, the masked woman. Shouldn’t she be sealed?”

Garam swallowed dryly, worried that releasing Merlin would endanger the world.

-Darkness knows well!

Wrath climbed up onto the bracelet and nodded vigorously.

-That is a Mad Woman who must not roam without a leash!

My lips trembled as I insisted that I absolutely could not let that creature escape.

“What are you doing!”

Merlin’s voice burst forth once more from the frog that Garam inhabited.

“I-I’m sorry! The sealing comment was just a joke….”
“Why are you the only one receiving Raon’s touch!”

Along with a jealous tone, the frog’s pupils flashed violet once more.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled softly as I watched the frog wearing a smile.

‘Is this more important than sealing?’

Merlin wasn’t concerned at all that Garam had considered sealing her; instead, she was upset about not receiving my touch. She was truly abnormal.

“Move aside quickly!”
“Ugh….”

I heard the sound of Merlin pushing Garam away.

“Merlin.”

I sighed and raised my finger toward the frog’s eyes.

“Garam is the lifesaving benefactor who saved both you and me. I’d appreciate it if you treated her with proper courtesy….”
“Understood!”

Merlin nodded before I could even finish speaking.

“Lord Garam. The girl was far too disrespectful. I’ll be more careful going forward.”

A respectful voice flowed from the frog’s mouth—Merlin’s voice, refined and measured as if heard in a royal court.

“No, that’s not….”

Garam’s voice trembled.

“Master Garam. A life debt is repaid with a life—that’s the proper way. If there’s someone you wish dead, just say the word. I’ll sever their neck immediately….”
“No! Stop! Ahhhhhhh!”

He screamed as if Merlin terrified him even more, then vanished.

“Merlin. Stop tormenting Garam and come here.”
“I’m not tormenting him—I’m being sincere.”

Merlin shook her head with a faint smile.

“How are your injuries? Fully healed?”
“My chest was aching a bit, but after reading your love letter, the pain vanished completely.”

She waved her hand, saying the letter had become a cure-all.

“How is that a love letter….”

I couldn’t fathom how a simple letter thanking me for saving her and promising future support had become a love letter. Exhaustion weighed on me far more than when conversing with Glen Zigheart.

“What will you do now? I think you should travel or something….”
“Being by your side is the journey. A journey of love.”

Merlin shook her head, saying there was no need to go far.

—Kgh…ack.

Wrath finally couldn’t endure it and rolled his eyes back with a strangled sound.

“But before I stay with you, there’s something I need to confirm.”

Merlin’s voice grew calm and measured.

“Something to confirm?”
“Yes. I want to know about the movements of Oma and the Dragons.”

She nodded calmly, as if she’d already heard the war situation from Garam.

“You’re no longer Oma. The moment you reveal yourself, you’ll be attacked immediately.”
“I know. I’ll be careful. Don’t worry.”

Merlin laughed, saying she would continue to disguise herself as an animal just as she was doing now.

“Still….”
“The Heavenly Demon might make a move.”

Just as I was about to dissuade her further, she brought up the name of the Heavenly Demon.

“The Heavenly Demon…?”
“Yes. Tacheon said the Heavenly Demon would likely make a move soon. Apparently, she’s been raising a disciple for some time now.”

Merlin’s lips tightened into a thin line.

“The Heavenly Demon and Tacheon’s goal is restoration. They want to return the Continent to the era when it was a paradise for monsters and resurrect the Demon Dragon. However, their purposes diverge after that.”

She narrowed her eyes, saying I should understand the Heavenly Demon’s true objective.

“Even if there were an opportunity for you to come to Zigheart now?”
“Yes. I still cannot go. You are more important to me than I am.”

Merlin waved her hand lightly, as if saying there was no point in trying to stop her. Rather than a chill running down my spine at her words that I was more important to her, my heart swelled with emotion.

“Then there’s no helping it….”

I met Merlin’s gaze and let out a sigh.

“In return, be careful. I still have a debt to repay to you.”
“You don’t need to repay anything like that.”

Merlin shook her head as if telling me not to worry about it.

“Then it’s time for this child to make a request.”
“Mm….”

I swallowed dryly and nodded.

“It says it woke up from hibernation and wants me to create a bedroom. Somewhere warm, soft, spacious, and quiet.”
“Wait, how am I supposed to suddenly find a place like that….”
“Please!”

The moment Merlin waved her hand, the frog’s purple eyes shifted to black.

Croak.

The frog kicked its hind legs as if urging me to find a bedroom quickly.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled deeply and pointed to the ground near the Lake.

“What about here?”
Croak.

The frog turned its head away, as if the dampness displeased it.

‘A frog complaining about humidity!’

I furrowed my brow and moved toward the Flower Garden.

“Then what about this place?”
Croak.

The frog shook its head, as if there were too many roots near the Flower Garden to move around. This amphibian was remarkably picky.

Croak.

The frog extended its tongue long, as if drawn toward Bekmang Mountain.

“Fine. Let’s go….”

I released a deep sigh and climbed Bekmang Mountain. By the time I returned to the Annex Building, the night had completely passed.

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“Mmm….”

Glen Zigheart slowly lifted his eyelids. Through the window seeped the soft violet hue of dawn’s early light.

“Did you cough, sir?”

Roen placed a towel by Glen Zigheart’s bedside, offering a gentle smile.

“It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen the Head of House sleep this long.”

Sheryl, standing guard with her back against the wall, chuckled and raised a finger.

“What happened?”

Glen Zigheart furrowed his brow and sat up.

“Have you lost your memory, sir?”

Sheryl approached Glen Zigheart with wide eyes.

“Head of House, you nearly ascended in the Banquet Hall!”
“The Banquet Hall? Ascended?”

Glen Zigheart touched his temples and lowered his gaze.

‘It seems something extraordinarily joyous occurred….’

Perhaps from sleeping too long, he couldn’t recall what Sheryl was referring to.

“It appears the joy was so overwhelming that your memory has been erased.”

Sheryl let out an exasperated laugh.

“After waiting more than twenty years….”

Roen chuckled softly, saying it was understandable.

“Stop stalling and tell me. What happened yesterday?”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes as he looked at Sheryl and Roen.

“Head of House! You’ve finally been called Grandfather by Raon!”

Sheryl spun her raised finger in circles.

“Hehehehe, Miss Sylvia called you Father.”

Roen stood beside Sheryl and laughed.

“G-Grandfather….”

Glen Zigheart’s jaw trembled. Hearing Sheryl and Roen’s words brought yesterday’s memory rushing back with crystal clarity.

[Mother should greet Grandfather first. Since you’ve returned to the Main Lineage, calling him Father is the first thing you should do, isn’t it?]

As Raon’s words echoed in my mind, my lips naturally curled upward, my heart pounded wildly as if it might burst, and strength drained from my arms and legs.

Thud!

Glen Zigheart collapsed beneath the bed, his eyes closing.

‘Now I have no regrets….’

His body began to shimmer faintly once more, as if his soul were departing.

“Oh no! Not again!”
“We must catch him!”

Sheryl and Roen rushed toward Glen Zigheart and began performing CPR.

“Cough!”

Glen Zigheart coughed violently, and color returned to his body.

“Please get a grip! Why are you suddenly trying to ascend!”
“Hehehehe….”

Sheryl screamed, and Roen wiped the sweat streaming down his forehead as if terrified.

“Ahem….”

Glen cleared his throat and leaned his back against the bed.

“It seems I’ve waited far too long, as you all said. Simply hearing Raon call me grandfather was enough to make me feel I’ve accomplished everything I set out to do.”

He waved his hand, saying he wouldn’t have felt anything amiss if he had departed in that very moment.

“Especially since Sylvia and Raon called out to me together—it was truly moving.”

Glen nodded, as though his most fervent wish had been granted.

“Both of them have grown so well, unlike this worthless old man.”

He closed his eyes, recalling Raon and Sylvia as they had appeared in the banquet hall, and a gentle smile bloomed across his face.

‘Ah….’

Merely envisioning that moment made my soul melt away. Had I been alone, I truly might have ascended to the heavens.

Glen etched the proud figures of his youngest daughter and grandson deeply into his memory before opening his eyes once more.

‘My body feels so light.’

How long had it been since I slept so deeply?

Thanks to Raon and Sylvia, I had finally enjoyed a restful sleep after all this time. Even the lingering internal injuries seemed to have vanished like morning mist.

“That’s precisely why you mustn’t ascend here.”

Sheryl shook her head firmly.

“You must see the children get married!”
“The Heavenly Sword Master speaks wisely. You said yourself there is still much left to teach them.”

Roen also lowered his hand as if pleading for patience.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Glen chuckled softly and nodded.

‘I cannot leave yet.’

Though I had inflicted grave wounds upon the leaders of Oma, this peace would not endure for long.
I had to impart the teachings I had personally experienced and learned to all of Zigheart.

‘Raon, Sylvia.’

Glen gazed upward at the golden sky that evoked thoughts of his daughter and granddaughter, his fists clenching with resolve.

‘I will protect you both, no matter what.’

With an unwavering determination more steadfast than ever before, he rose to his feet.

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Raon stood alone in the Training Ground, wielding both the Ring of Fire and Wrath simultaneously.

Whoooosh!

The Ring of Fire that enveloped my heart and the Wrath that bloomed from the depths of my soul collided violently in my lower dantian, as though they regarded each other as enemies.

I endured the agonizing pain that resonated through my chest, attempting to unify Wrath and the Ring of Fire, yet the two energies refused to blend, like oil and water.

“Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue and lowered my hands.

‘It’s not easy after all.’
-You fool. Why must you complicate things so much?

Wrath shook his hand dismissively.

-Just show me that lizard helmet bastard’s hand! I can immediately reveal his true identity!

He furrowed his brow, demanding I tear off the gloves.

-Even if that creature possesses regenerative power on par with the Heavenly Race or Demon Race, the scars on his hands cannot be erased.

Wrath seemed to agree—even he appeared to have glimpsed Derus Robert’s hands during that chaotic battle, though he wasn’t entirely convinced.

‘He’s not that simple.’

I shook my head calmly.

‘He won’t test the bridge before crossing—he’ll lay an entirely new one.’

There was no way Derus Robert hadn’t noticed the scars on his hands.
He would erase them through methods I couldn’t fathom and reappear before me.

‘So I need to prepare a way to shatter his schemes.’

I had to devise a method to expose his true identity, no matter what form he took.

-Humans are truly bothersome.

Wrath muttered that it would be simpler to just sever his neck.

‘Let me try again.’

I exhaled slowly and opened my palm.
I attempted to harmonize the Ring of Fire and Wrath’s energy once more, but they still refused to blend.

‘Is it impossible to make the Ring of Fire and Wrath into one perfect whole?’

At this rate, even if I reached transcendence in the future, I doubted I could achieve a flawless unity.

-If your hands won’t work, bring a vessel and mix them in that.

Wrath chuckled mockingly.

‘A vessel?’
-That’s right. If your hands won’t work, just put it in a vessel!

He licked his lips while throwing out mockery rather than sincere advice.

But within that mockery, I could see a glimmer of light.

‘That’s it. I need to create a vessel.’

I nodded quickly and closed my eyes.

‘The vessel comes first, not the materials.’

Without drawing upon the Ring of Fire or Wrath, I drew forth the trait Blade that Severs Death.

Uuuuuung!

Within the white aura blazing in my grip, I poured the essence of the ring and the emotion of wrath.

Shhhhiiing!

It was different from when the Ring of Fire and Wrath clashed and scattered against each other.
The crimson essence of the ring and the azure emotion of wrath seeped into the Blade that Severs Death, embracing a warm radiance.

[You have pioneered a new flow.]
[All stats increase by 10 points.]
[The grade of trait Blade that Severs Death rises.]

As if waiting, the stat and trait elevation messages appeared.

-Huh? Huh…?

Wrath’s lips trembled as he read the message.

‘Thank you, Wrath. Your advice never fails.’
-W-what advice! The True Demon King gave no such counsel!
‘You told me to mix it in a vessel. Once I created the vessel, it worked.’

I chuckled and raised the Blade that Severs Death, now containing the blended Ring of Fire and Wrath.

‘You truly are a tree that gives without reservation.’
-Curse it all! The True Demon King merely wanted to tease you, that’s all!

Wrath, transformed into a strawberry-flavored cotton candy, shrieked toward the sky.

‘It has finally arrived.’

I gazed toward the Patriarch’s Hall, my palm radiating a pristine white brilliance. A keen, sharp light flickered across my crimson eyes.

‘The time to speak the name of Derus Robert.’

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