The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 777

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Chapter 777

‘Gluttony?’

I stared at the white-haired child with ruby-red eyes, my mouth falling open in shock.
That rabbit-like little creature was Gluttony, the Lord of Gluttony I had encountered before.

‘What is she doing here…?’

I couldn’t fathom why Gluttony, who had been so preoccupied hunting for ice cream, suddenly appeared at the Facility.

“Step back. That one is dangerous.”

Glen Zigheart positioned himself in front of Gluttony to protect both himself and the others.

“Wrath. The shiny coins are all gone…”

Gluttony spoke of the gold coins being depleted, her head drooping like a child who had dropped candy on the ground.

“Shiny coins…?”

Glen Zigheart furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend why Gluttony—who possessed an aura stronger than most of Oma’s transcendents—was behaving like a child.

“Ah…”

I exhaled softly as I looked at Gluttony.

‘So she’s run out of money for ice cream.’

When I had sent Gluttony away before, I had given her a pile of gold coins and told her to return once she spent them all. It seemed that time had come.

‘Of all times to show up now… wait.’

As I was about to continue channeling my aura to the fallen Edgar, a sudden realization struck me like lightning.

‘Could Gluttony be…?’

Edgar is currently absorbing the death magic that had resided in Sylvia and Lectar’s bodies, transferring his own life force to them in the process—and he’s dying because of it.

I thought that if Gluttony used her 【Ravenous Consumption】, she might be able to devour the death magic Edgar had absorbed.

“If you don’t wish to die, do not approach any further.”

Glen was emanating such frigid killing intent that he seemed ready to slay Gluttony herself.

[She’s not an enemy!]

I sent an aura message to Glen, who was pressing down on Gluttony.

[Please trust me and wait for now!]
“Hmm….”

Glen didn’t erase the suspicion from his eyes, but he withdrew a step, as if choosing to trust me regardless.

“Gluttony, come here.”

I mimicked Wrath’s mannerisms and gestures, beckoning Gluttony with a flick of my finger.

“Okay….”

Gluttony bounded toward me like a rabbit.
Perhaps because of the memory from our first meeting—when she had doubted me before I stripped away her authority—she now completely believed I was Wrath.

“Can you save this human?”

I pointed to Edgar, who lay unconscious and was gradually transforming into black smoke.

“Mmm….”

Gluttony looked at Edgar and smacked her lips briefly.

“He’s consumed death. It tastes awful….”

She shook her head, bewildered as to why he had eaten death magic in the first place.

“So can you save him or not?”
“It’s difficult….”

Gluttony slowly lowered her gaze.

“I can consume death itself, but his vitality has already been completely depleted.”

She shook her head, acknowledging that even she couldn’t resurrect someone already dead.

“Then what if we use my vitality?”

Raon raised a finger, pointing to himself.

“You’re weakened right now….”

Gluttony lowered her hand, suggesting it would be difficult.

“It’s fine. I will never die.”

Raon calmly shook his head. The vitality I had cultivated through the Ring of Fire was transcendent-grade. Even if my body and mind were exhausted, I could endure it.
Even if my body and mind were exhausted, I could withstand it.

“Huh…?”

Glen’s eyes widened in surprise at Raon referring to himself as the True Demon King.

“Still, it won’t work….”

Gluttony shook her head, saying his vitality was insufficient.

“Can you really save him?”

Glen approached from behind Gluttony, casting a cold gaze downward.

“If vitality can be transferred, there’s a possibility….”

Gluttony blinked, unable to guarantee success but acknowledging there was a chance of saving him.

“Then I’ll contribute my vitality as well.”

Glen Zigheart stepped forward, saying he would join me as well.

[Head of House!]

I shook my head rapidly, telling Glen Zigheart not to do this.

[Don’t worry. I simply have some words to exchange with the bastard who took my daughter.]

Glen Zigheart waved his hand lightly, telling me to worry about myself first.

“You’re strong, so you’ll be fine. But you’ll have to suffer a bit in your old age….”

Gluttony nodded, openly calling Glen Zigheart old.

“Then begin.”

Since I couldn’t stop Glen Zigheart, I ordered Gluttony to start immediately.

“Okay. But… I need money….”

Gluttony wrung her hands nervously, saying she needed money.

“I understand. If you save this man, I will give you enough gold coins to buy all the pearl ice cream you could ever want.”

I nodded, promising to give her even more gold coins than before.

“Okay!”

Gluttony nodded enthusiastically. For the first time since arriving here, a refreshing answer burst from her lips.

-Pearl ice cream?

But Gluttony wasn’t the only one who reacted to the words “pearl ice cream.” Wrath, who had been sleeping in the Frost Flower Bracelet, shot out like lightning.

-Where is the pearl ice cream! Who dares without the True Demon King… Huh? Why is that glutton here? Cough!

Wrath smacked his lips loudly before spotting Gluttony and widening his eyes in surprise.

“I’ll start right away.”

Gluttony extended her arm and placed her hand on Edgar’s forehead.
From her palm, pitch-black lips emerged, beginning to absorb the deathly aura that had been turning Edgar to dust.

“Tasteless….”

Gluttony’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if her palate had been spoiled by the bead ice cream.
Yet it was certain she was consuming the demonic energy—Edgar’s body, which had been crumbling into powder, stopped its collapse.

“I never thought it would actually disappear….”

Glen’s eyes widened in astonishment at Gluttony’s power.

-Wait, surely that skeletal creature didn’t just absorb the demonic aura that killed Mother and Grandfather?

Wrath’s eyes snapped open as he grasped the situation instantly.

‘Yes. He was trying to take it all with him.’

I nodded heavily.

-The madman….

Wrath exhaled sharply, watching Edgar’s eyelids flutter.

-He should have felt agony as if his very soul were being torn apart, yet he endured it. How?

He furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend.

-It seems he truly is your father after all.
‘Yes….’

I gripped Edgar’s trembling hand as it shook more violently, biting my lip.

-Never thought that glutton would actually be useful. Live long enough and you see everything.

Wrath shook his head as he watched Gluttony consume the deathly aura.

‘It was fortunate we cultivated that connection.’
-Connection? That was fraud! Fraud using the True Demon King, no less! Cough!

I cursed, unable to fathom why he couldn’t recognize me.

‘Well, at least something good came of it.’
-The True Demon King is not pleased! Cough!

Wrath seemed to have overexerted himself, coughing dryly again. Now that I looked closer, his complexion appeared ashen.

‘You…’
“Death has already taken hold. Now we must restore vitality.”

Just as I was about to ask Wrath about his condition, Gluttony tilted her chin, indicating it was time to begin.

“Understood.”

I exhaled sharply and placed my hand upon Edgar’s chest.

“Let’s begin.”

I locked eyes with Glen Zigheart and channeled vitality into Edgar’s body.

‘Ugh…’

The moment I expended my vitality, a throbbing headache and chills assailed me, but I bit my tongue and endured.

‘Nothing ever comes easy…’

Vitality was an inherent force present from birth—unlike aura, it took an extraordinarily long time to recover once spent, or might never recover at all.
Though my lifespan was more abundant than most thanks to the Ring of Fire, the consecutive battles had left me exhausted, making the extraction of vitality itself excruciatingly painful.

“Are you alright?”

Glen, perspiration beading on his own brow, cast a worried gaze toward me.

[Yes. I can endure this.]

As I forced a smile while suppressing the pain that threatened to drag me into unconsciousness, a crystalline blade song erupted from my waist.
The Soul Reaper Sword. It vibrated intensely, as if urging me to seize it.

‘Why all of a sudden…?’

As Raon extended his left hand and drew the Soul Reaper Sword, a blue-tinged vitality bloomed from the crimson blade.

‘Could it be…?’

I recognized the energy instantly.
The malice and murderous intent from the orb I had obtained after defeating the Ghost King in the cavern where Derus Robert had been raising the children had been purified by the Soul Reaper Sword and transformed into vitality.

Uuuuuung!

The Soul Reaper Sword rang out once more with a clear, resonant cry, as if demanding that the vitality it had purified be used to save Edgar.

‘…Thank you.’

I channeled the vitality the Soul Reaper Sword offered into Edgar’s body. The energy was purer than my own, and the black veins that had erupted across Edgar’s face began to recede slowly.

-The True Demon King shall aid you as well. Cough!

Despite coughing violently, Wrath placed his hand on my shoulder, insisting on helping.

‘What? Why would you…?’
-This human saved my mother, did he not? A debt must be repaid. Cough!

He seemed to genuinely cherish Sylvia, nodding briefly before channeling his vitality.

Uuuuuung!

Though Wrath was exhausted, his soul was so immense that Edgar’s complexion improved at an accelerating pace.

-Cough! Cough!
‘Stop it!’
-The True Demon King is a lord of the Demon Realm. A debt must always be repaid!

Wrath seemed to remember only what he had received, not what he had given. Though he ate like a glutton, his heart was vaster than anyone’s.

“Hm? My strength has returned…?”

Gluttony tilted her head, sensing Wrath’s vitality.

“The True Demon King has always been strong.”

I uttered a line befitting Wrath himself, continuing to pour forth my vitality.

-Hah, a line I quite approve of!

Wrath nodded in agreement, clearly pleased.

Uuuuuung!

In that moment when the two of us and one Demon Lord, and finally one sword, became bound by a single will, the tendrils of death that had coiled around Edgar’s entire body melted away, and a colorless radiance spread forth.

“That’s enough….”

Gluttony clapped her hands lightly as she gazed at Edgar, now turned white.

“You can stop now. He’ll be able to live on his own strength from here on out….”

She opened her eyes wide in wonder at her own accomplishment.

“Ah….”

I trembled as I placed my hand upon Edgar’s chest.

‘He’s truly alive….’

Truly.

Edgar’s breath, which had ceased entirely, returned to him.
Though still turbid, he was breathing of his own strength.
My legs gave out beneath me, and I collapsed where I stood.

‘Mother. He’s alive.’

I bit my lip as I looked toward Sylvia. Joy threatened to spill from my eyes at the thought that I would not have to deliver her another sorrow, but I suppressed it within, maintaining my performance as Wrath.

“Impressive.”

Glen exhaled sharply, clearly not having believed Edgar would truly return to life.

“I was under the impression that Demon Lords descended upon the Continent to slaughter humanity, yet here you are bringing them back to life instead.”

He gazed at Gluttony with serene eyes, his preconceptions about Demon Lords shattered.

“What’s the point of slaughtering humans…?”

Gluttony shook her head, saying humans didn’t taste very good.

“And you’re impressive too… It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a human this strong…”

She gazed at Glen, her eyes glimmering with intrigue.

“I thought you were Wrath or Pride…”
-What nonsense! How dare you underestimate the True Demon King! I’m definitely stronger…aren’t I?

Wrath no longer claimed outright victory, instead adding uncertainty with “aren’t I?”
Seeing him joke around like this, I finally felt some relief.

“So then…”

Gluttony approached me with eager eyes and opened her small hand.

“Give me the shiny stuff…”
“Ah, of course.”

I smiled faintly and opened my spatial pouch. I withdrew an even larger pile of gold coins than before and set it down before Gluttony.

“Hehe!”

Gluttony laughed with delight at the pile of gold coins and hugged it tightly.

‘Wait… something’s off.’

I stared at Gluttony clutching the gold coins and my mouth fell open.

‘This girl is a Demon Lord.’

A Demon Lord who lacked money and traveled to the edge of the Continent to find it, who revived Edgar at my request, and who laughed like a child at the sight of gold coins—when I thought about it, every single thing was utterly absurd.

-Ugh!

Wrath’s fists trembled violently.

-A Demon Lord brought to heel by a mere human! What shame!

He shook his head furiously, as if disgusted with himself.

‘…Though I suspect he’s not alone in that regard.’

I approached Gluttony, who was inserting gold coins into her mouth, and smacked my lips.

“Gluttony. You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”
“If I kill people, I can’t eat the pearl ice cream. Since you make new flavors every month, I can’t kill anyone.”

Gluttony shook her head, mentioning there were many other delicious things besides.

“You’ve learned well.”

It seemed I had trained her quite effectively, just as Wrath said.

-E-every month new flavors? The True Demon King never got to eat like that!

Wrath approached Gluttony and grabbed her by the collar.

-Cough! Bring them to me at once! Cough!
‘As expected…’

I chuckled softly as I watched Wrath wail and cough.

‘There are two of them.’

Though Wrath would never admit it, I had trained not one but two Demon Lords.

“When your money runs out, come find me again.”

I reminded her to return when she needed to renew her insurance policy—the one named Gluttony.

“Okay.”

Gluttony turned away without hesitation and vanished into the darkness.

“No matter how much I think about it, I can’t make sense of it.”

Glen exhaled in bewilderment, unable to fathom why a being like Gluttony would obsess over something as trivial as gold coins.

“The story behind it is long, so I’ll explain later. But rather than that….”

I bit my lip as I looked at Glen.

“I’m sorry. Because of me, the Head of House might even become a public enemy of the Continent….”
“It’s not because of you—it’s a path I chose myself.”

Glen smiled faintly and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“What meaning would a Head of House have if he doesn’t protect his family?”

The regret that had haunted him his entire life was not failing to conquer the Continent, but falling into darkness and destroying his family.
Whether it be Dragons, Oma, or the entire Continent itself becoming enemies of Zigheart, he had sworn to protect me and everyone else.

“…Thank you.”

I lowered my head, my fist clenched against my chest. Hearing Glen’s words of protection, my heart blazed with warmth as if his resolve had transferred to me.

-The old man finally says something worth hearing!

Wrath nodded in agreement, affirming that a Head of House must protect his family.

“I’m just grateful everyone survived.”

I clasped my hands together as I looked over Sylvia, Lectar, and Edgar in turn. Thinking that my family, separated for so long, was finally all together, a smile bloomed naturally on my face.
Thinking that the family, who had been apart their whole lives, had finally all come together, a smile naturally spread across my face.

“It’s not over yet, though.”

Merlin slowly rose to her feet, shaking her head.

“You….”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Merlin.

“Ah, the Charm Girl offers her respects to Grandfather.”

Merlin lifted her blood-soaked skirt with a bright smile.

“G-Grandfather…?”

Glen Zigheart froze as if he’d heard a word beyond comprehension.

“Raon. There’s still the young lady left.”

Merlin pointed with her finger at Sia, who lay collapsed on the ground.

“Hmm….”

I bit my lip as I looked at Sia.

‘I can’t determine her true nature.’

Unlike Edgar, Sia wasn’t human—she displayed only the appearance befitting a Monster King.
I couldn’t be certain her soul still remained.

“I’m not sure if my sister’s soul is still alive….”
“Then we should verify it.”

Merlin raised her thumb and confidently pointed to herself.

“I can do it. Or rather, we can do it together.”

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