The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 776

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Chapter 776

Raon swallowed hard as he watched the ancient dragon with its head blown clean off and the Dragon Lord plummeting through the air, spewing blood.

‘Has he grown stronger again?’

With a single casual slash, he had killed two ancient dragons and inflicted a mortal wound on the Dragon Lord—it didn’t seem like human swordsmanship at all.

-It’s not casual.

Wrath shook his head as he looked at Glen Zigheart.

-That old man is serious.

He narrowed his eyes, noting that Glen’s emotions were filled with rage.

‘He must have seen everything when he arrived here… Ugh!’

I glanced toward the Arian Family and immediately collapsed.

“Cough!”

Thanks to Glen Zigheart’s arrival, I had momentarily forgotten the pain, but Wrath’s descent was far from over. Uncontrollable rage consumed my mind, and blackened blood poured from my mouth.

“Raon!”

Glen Zigheart was about to unleash a second slash at the Dragon Lord when he immediately turned and rushed toward me.

“Head of House, everything I’m about to say is the truth.”

With no time to waste, I grabbed Glen’s hand to prevent him from interrupting, driving home that everything I was about to say was fact.

“Don’t speak! Your condition is….”
“I must tell you.”

I shook my head firmly. Glen might think Edgar and Sia were the masterminds behind Eden and kill them, so I had to tell him everything before Wrath went completely berserk.

“That man wearing the Death Knight’s armor is my father, Edgar, who was thought to be dead. And the woman wearing the black orc helmet is my older sister, Sia.”

I forced my stiffening tongue to move, revealing the identities of Edgar and Sia.

“Th-that’s… what do you mean…?”

Glen hadn’t even considered the possibility that his son-in-law and granddaughter were alive. He hastily shifted his gaze, his lips trembling as he examined Edgar and Sia.

“And L-Lectar was my grandfather. He became the Holy Sword Master to help me and my mother… *cough!*”

I looked at Lectar, whose breathing had all but ceased, and coughed up blood once more.

“Pl-please save Lectar and my mother.”

Even though it was likely impossible for Glen, I had no one else to turn to in this moment, so I cried out my final plea for their lives.

“And…”

I bit down on my teeth until my lips turned white, looking up at Glen.

“S-soon another entity will enter my body.”

I pressed down on my heart, which was pounding as if it would burst, and moved my lips.

“A Demon Lord, then.”

Glen narrowed his eyes as he observed the black horns sprouting from his forehead.

“A Demon Lord, and the first friend I mentioned to you before.”
“Mm…”

He let out a low murmur, apparently recalling when I had introduced Wrath as a friend after the war ended. Though he had thought of him as a special friend, he clearly hadn’t imagined he was a Demon Lord.

“He has saved me countless times and rescued everyone today. Please don’t kill him, and stop his rampage.”
-Who are you worrying about! I, the True Demon King, am the lord of the Demon Realm! I will never die, so you should focus on surviving!

Wrath shook his head, telling me not to worry about him, even as cold sweat dripped down his face while he struggled to control the rage surging within him.

“Gr-grandfather, please. I’m begging you…”

I bowed my head as I made an impossibly difficult request of Glen. The moment the last feather clinging to the ring of fire fell away, my mind plunged into darkness as if the light itself had been extinguished.

—You’re asking the wrong person for this favor.

Wrath clenched his teeth and grasped the ice flower bracelet to prevent himself from being drawn into my body.

—The True Demon King shall never be broken!

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ROOOAAARRR!

Enveloped in blue frost, I unleashed a demonic roar toward the heavens. The black horns sprouting from my forehead summoned deeper demonic energy, and the brilliant golden ends of my hair began to tint with azure light.

“Hm…”

Glen’s hand trembled as he gripped the Heavenly Sword, witnessing the vicious demonic energy pouring from me.

‘Did he capture Tacheon with that power?’

Tacheon’s presence had vanished just before Glen arrived. It meant that I and the Demon King had subdued him together, yet terrifying demonic energy continued to burn endlessly as if strength still remained. He seemed to be an existence that transcended the typical rank of a Demon Lord.

‘This is no simple request.’

If this Demon King were to rampage within my body, even Glen would find it difficult to suppress without killing me.

‘But…’

Since my grandson had called me grandfather, I had to succeed no matter what.

“Hm…?”

As Glen raised the Heavenly Sword, pondering how to suppress me now that the Demon King had descended, he realized my body was empty of spirit—only demonic energy poured forth.

‘What is this?’

I heightened my perception to the maximum and examined the area, discovering something massive writhing near Raon’s wrist.

‘Could it be….’

Was he holding back from the outside?

Just as Raon regarded the Demon King as a friend, the Demon King seemed to view Raon the same way, so he was restraining himself from the outside to prevent a rampage.

‘Then there’s a way.’

If the Demon King descended into Raon’s body and then rampaged, it would be difficult to separate them, but if he was merely holding back from the outside, I could certainly tear them apart.

“Just hold on a little longer.”

Glen lowered the Heavenly Sword and slowly closed his eyes.

Screeeech!

As I opened the eye of the mind, I felt something like a blue cloud being sucked into Raon’s upper dantian. That seemed to be the Demon King’s soul. Despite its small size, the scale of the soul was far greater than my own.

‘So that no one dies….’

I could kill that Demon King right now, but my grandson had asked me to save his friend. I couldn’t ignore my grandchild’s wish.

Uuuuuung!

Glen raised the sword of the mind. What reflected on the transparent blade was regret for the past and a desperate resolve not to repeat it.

A sword that advances without hesitation. The heart-sword, sharp within its tenderness, severed the ring of fury that filled the blue Demon King and Raon’s body.

Shhwaaack!

As a sharp sound of tearing air rang out, as if the thread of fury had snapped, Raon, who had been about to rampage and spewing thick frost, collapsed to his knees like a puppet with its strings cut.

Whoooosh!

The blue Demon King also relaxed and dropped lightly onto Raon’s head.

“Phew….”

Glen wiped the cold sweat dripping from his forehead and exhaled deeply. With his granddaughter’s life hanging in the balance, the mental exhaustion weighed far heavier than facing multiple Oma.

“Thank you for becoming my granddaughter’s friend.”

He offered a faint smile to the writhing blue Demon Lord hovering above Raon’s head.

-!!!

The blue Demon Lord swelled its body as if protesting, then vanished. Whether because the rage that had dominated Raon’s body had been erased, the Demon Lord’s presence no longer lingered.

Glen carried the unconscious Raon on his back toward the Arian Family estate. Perhaps due to the frost wave Raon had unleashed moments before, Edgar, clad in Death Knight armor, was awake.

“I greet you, Father-in-law.”

Edgar recognized Glen and immediately bowed his head.

“So you are Edgar.”

Glen gazed down at Edgar in silence, his fingertips trembling. Meeting his son-in-law for the first time on a battlefield like this—it struck him anew how grave his own failings had been.

“I apologize for such a belated greeting. I wish to ask your forgiveness, but we have no time now.”

Edgar pointed toward Sylvia and Lectar, his lips pressed firmly together.

“Hmm….”

Glen examined Sylvia and Lectar’s condition and his jaw trembled. He had been too preoccupied with Raon to notice, but they were on the very brink of death. In fact, it would not have been surprising if they perished at any moment.

Whoooosh!

He poured aura into their bodies. But the internal and external injuries were far too severe, and demonic energy had burrowed into every wound, rendering his efforts utterly ineffective.

‘Pedrick.’

Observing Sylvia and Lectar’s darkened complexions, Glen embraced them both. The only one he could rely on now was Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma. Time might already be running out, but he had no choice but to try.

“If you go, it will be too late.”

Edgar shook his head, refusing to release Sylvia’s hand.

“So you’re telling me to just let them die here?”

Glen glared down at Edgar, grinding his teeth.

“I can save them.”

Edgar lowered his chin with a faint smile.

“What?”
“I possess the abilities of a Death Knight. A special demonic power that brings death to the living and absorbs their vitality. Conversely, I can also transfer that life force to others.”

He looked at his wife and Lectar in turn, then nodded heavily.

“Both of them have less than a minute left to live.”

Edgar slowly lowered his hands, asking Glen to set Sylvia and Lectar down.

“….”

Glen read the emotions swirling in Edgar’s eyes and bit his lip. Unable to leave this place, he finally set Sylvia and Lectar down.

Uuuuuh.

Edgar placed his hands on Sylvia’s and Lectar’s chests, uttering the incantation of the dead.

As bizarre, incomprehensible words echoed through the air, the ashen pallor that had been consuming Sylvia and Lectar began to flush with crimson vitality.

Meanwhile, dark, lifeless veins began to surface across Edgar’s pale face.

“Wait! Surely you’re not….”

Glen’s eyes widened as he finally grasped what Edgar was doing.

“I was already dead once anyway. Or rather, it’s questionable whether I can even be called human anymore.”

Edgar smiled softly, his gaze turning toward the fallen Raon.

“Seeing my son one last time and saving my daughter—that is enough.”

He nodded, saying he was satisfied with himself.

“Your soul will continue to suffer as it tears apart.”

Glen furrowed his brow, saying I wouldn’t be able to endure it.

“Father-in-law, my life has been nothing but suffering. Just being able to see my wife and son and daughter like this—I’m simply happy.”

Edgar gently caressed Sylvia’s cheek, which had regained its color, and offered a small smile.

“Father-in-law, had you been in my situation, you would have made the same choice as I did.”
“….”

Glen’s lips moved several times before he finally fell silent. After decades of living as Eden’s puppet, he had barely found freedom—sacrificing his life for those he loved was not a decision he could make easily.

That’s precisely why his past haunted him all the more. If only he had accepted Sylvia back then, this tragedy would never have occurred.

Glen clenched his teeth as he looked at Edgar, then placed his hand on Raon’s forehead.

“Are you thinking of waking Raon?”
“Shouldn’t he witness his father’s final moment?”
“Ah, then just a moment….”

Edgar placed the Death Knight’s helmet he had abandoned onto his head. He smiled awkwardly and touched his chin.

“I’m embarrassed.”

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“Gasp!”

I opened my eyes with a sharp intake of breath. Unlike waking naturally, someone had forced me awake—my head throbbed with a dull ache.

‘What happened?’

I had no idea how much time had passed or what had transpired, so I lifted my head immediately—only to find Glen standing before me.

“G-Grandfather. What’s the situation…?”
“It ended well. How is your body?”

Glen gave a brief nod and asked about my condition first.

“Pardon? Ah, I seem to be fine.”

The rage that had dominated my mind and spirit had completely vanished. I wasn’t sure how it happened, but it seemed Wrath had stopped my rampage before fully descending.

“And your friend?”
“Yes.”

Wrath’s form was nowhere to be seen, but I could feel his presence emanating from the ice flower bracelet. He appeared to have collapsed from exhaustion.

“I… truly cannot thank you enough for granting such a difficult request.”
“We can exchange pleasantries later…”

Glen sighed and pointed to my right. When I turned my head, I saw Edgar with his hands placed on Sylvia’s and Lectar’s chests.

“Ah!”

With no strength left, I used the Heavenly Sword that had fallen to the ground as a cane and approached Edgar.

“Are Mother and Lectar alright?”

Not a trace of aura remained, and my upper dantian was severely stimulated, so I couldn’t extend my senses—but I could feel that both their breathing had stabilized.

“Yes. You can rest easy now.”

Edgar nodded with a gentle smile, as if telling me not to worry.

“You know how to heal as well?”

Without aura, I couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing, but true to his word, they were definitely being healed.

“Your old man is more skilled at grappling than swordplay. Medicine, construction, carpentry, architecture, animal husbandry, piloting—there’s nothing I can’t do. And my greatest talent? This mouth of mine. Your mother fell for me because I’m so good with words.”

Edgar drew out his words with a delighted laugh.

“But you’re still calling me mom, aren’t you?”
“Ah, when I’m flustered, I can’t help it….”

I blinked, my face flushed crimson.

“It’s good. It means we’re close.”

Edgar chuckled and nodded.

“From now on, don’t call Lectar ‘sir.’ Call him grandfather instead. He’ll really love that.”

He tapped Lectar’s forehead with a refreshing pat and giggled.

“I know, but I still can’t bring myself to say it.”

I lowered my gaze, mentioning that it took me a long time to call Glen grandfather as well.

“That makes sense. Then why don’t you try it with me first? Say ‘father!'”
“Um….”

I couldn’t speak immediately, my lips trembling. I was about to refuse, but the longing in Edgar’s eyes behind his helmet was so earnest that I nodded.

“F-father.”
“Ugh….”

Edgar staggered as if struck by an arrow, a gasp escaping him.

“That’s wonderful! So this is what it feels like! Though I really wanted to hear ‘dad’ first—that’s a bit disappointing.”

He savored the moment, saying he’d wanted to hear that word since childhood.

“Will you try it again?”
“I’ll do it later. I’m a bit embarrassed right now.”
“That’s unfortunate, but I understand.”

Edgar grasped my shoulder, insisting he would definitely hear it.

“The healing will take some time. While we wait, would you tell me how you’ve lived all these years? People grow close through conversation, after all.”
“Hmm….”

I turned to look back at Glen. He nodded heavily, as if urging me to continue.

“I lived in the Annex Building of Zigheart. When my mother returned to the family, she was demoted to the Branch Family, so I received cold stares whenever I visited the Main Mansion.”
“Ah, so that’s how it was.”

Edgar bowed his head to Glen as if he immediately understood.

“It must have been a measure to protect you from the other direct lineage members. I’m grateful for your consideration.”

He smiled as if he had immediately grasped Glen’s intentions.

“….”

Glen waved his hand silently, gesturing for me to continue.

“Then I’ll keep it brief.”

I nodded and began to recount my life thus far.

“At twelve, I participated in the basic training of the 5th Training Ground. All those fellows passed out up there are my classmates from that time.”
“You mean the children who held the castle wall like an iron fortress? They were completely different from when they attacked the branch before. I didn’t expect all of them to reach Master rank. Is it true you raised them all?”

“…In the second mission, I encountered Gwahyeolgwi. If the Deputy Master hadn’t arrived, we would all have died.”
“He protected you first just now too. Standing before us with his life on the line—I was genuinely shocked. Keep trusting and following him from now on.”

“The life-or-death duel with the Demon King was harder than I expected. Still, because it was a fair fight, I have no regrets. The Demon King was the most warrior-like person among the Oma I’ve ever seen.”
“That bastard never keeps his promises, but when it comes to fighting, he’s fair and square. An interesting fellow. Since you were his last opponent, he must have died satisfied. Did he give you the name of the Sword Realm Incarnation? You mean that final sword technique, right?”

Every time I spoke of what I had done, Edgar reacted with exaggerated enthusiasm.
It felt like watching Glen receive mission reports in the Audience Chamber—there was a certain joy in the telling.

But as I continued speaking, I began to notice something strange.

“By the way….”

I swallowed dryly as I was about to tell the story of when I had revealed Derus’s true identity.

“But… Mother and Grandfather are recovering. Why is Father’s vitality fading?”

As the aura began to recover bit by bit, I felt Edgar’s vitality plummet sharply. His voice too had become hoarse and fragmented, like parched earth.

“It’s part of the treatment. Don’t worry.”

Edgar shook his head as if it were nothing. His voice came in broken gasps, like that of a dying man.

“May… may I remove your helmet?”

With trembling hands, I lifted Edgar’s helmet away.

“Ah…”

Edgar’s frame had withered to skeletal thinness, as if he hadn’t eaten in a month, and thick veins like ropes protruded across his face.
From his mummified form emanated nothing but an eerie, suffocating death.

“Ah, you’ve caught on.”

Edgar gave a small, regretful clap of his hands.

“What on earth…”
“There was no other choice.”

He shook his head calmly.

“It was the only way.”

Edgar laughed, explaining that to save Sylvia and Lectar, he had no choice but to absorb the demonic energy of death and share his own vitality.

“But… but you must live too! After enduring that hell all this time, why would you…!”

I clenched my teeth. Knowing the life Edgar had lived, the anger I’d buried deep within surged back to the surface.

“Because I met you.”

Edgar lifted his withered hand and gently stroked my head.
His touch was so weak it felt like my heart was sinking into the depths.

“I fought alongside my son, saved my daughter whom I could only watch over, and brought my dying wife back to life. What more could I possibly need?”

He offered an untroubled smile, as if that were enough.

“And even if it wasn’t my intention, I’ve killed many people. Now I’m receiving my punishment.”
“Punishment? What punishment!”

I cried out toward Edgar, unable to accept those words because my past life under Derus’s control had been identical.

“Raon. Sit down. There’s no time left now.”

Edgar waved his hand calmly, as if accepting his own death.

“Ugh….”

I gazed at my father’s hand sinking weakly, then lowered my head.

“You know, I wanted to teach you and Sia my swordsmanship. It was impossible, so I gave up. But when I saw you fighting with the Demonic Sword, I thought our fates were connected.”

Edgar stroked my head and then pulled me into his embrace.

“It was an honor and a joy to fight my final battle alongside my son.”
“No, that’s not….”
“Please take care of your mother, your sister, and your grandfather.”

As if those were his final words, he held me tight without speaking again.
It was so different from the talkative man whose words had never ceased until now.

“Father….”
“Now you’re calling me with genuine heart.”

Edgar smiled brightly as if all his wishes had finally been granted, and his body began to bend. His withered flesh started to scatter as black powder.

“Please!”

I transferred the aura I had barely recovered, but Edgar’s body’s collapse did not stop.

“Huh?”

Glen, who had been biting his lip while watching Edgar, suddenly moved to Raon’s left side.

“Who are you?”

He leveled the Heavenly Sword at the darkness with eyes far more tense than when he had faced the leader of Oma.

“I….”

A child with white hair and skin as pale as jade emerged from the darkness, their voice carrying an oddly naive quality.

“I’ve run out of money….”

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