The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 778

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Chapter 778

“That’s actually possible?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he looked at Merlin.

“It’s been years since she put on that helmet, hasn’t it?”

Unlike Sia and Lunan, Sia must have worn the Ogre Warrior’s helmet long ago, so I couldn’t understand how Merlin could verify her soul.
Especially since Sia, unlike Edgar, had only shown the appearance of a monster rather than a human, making it even more incomprehensible.

“I’ve even crafted helmets and masks in place of Tacheon before. Since I know the arrangements of magic and sorcery, I can manage a connection.”

Merlin smiled confidently, saying it was entirely possible to check whether Sia’s soul remained.

-That woman’s a stalker, isn’t she? She’s good at peeking. Kekrok!

Wrath nodded, saying no one could match Merlin’s talent for stalking.

-If you say it that way, it’s worth believing. Kekrok!

He coughed repeatedly while acknowledging Merlin.

‘That’s true enough.’

Just as Wrath said, Merlin had never failed at anything she claimed she could do.
She was peculiar—very peculiar, even—but trustworthy.

‘But are you alright?’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Wrath. Seeing him suddenly break into a dry cough again made me feel even worse.

-What do you take the True Demon King for! A Demon Lord has no need for human concern… Kekrok!

Wrath waved his hand, telling me to focus on the task at hand, before breaking into another cough.

—Don’t worry about the True Demon King. Focus on what needs to be done!
‘…Understood.’

I nodded briefly and turned my gaze toward Merlin.
Wrath weighed on my mind, but resolving Sia’s situation took priority.

“So how exactly do we do this?”
“It’s simple.”

As Merlin brought her hands together, a magic circle woven from intertwined light and darkness materialized beneath her feet.

“Place the subject on this magic circle, and contact will do the rest. Should I open it now?”

Merlin’s confident smile suggested she could proceed at any moment.

“Wait.”

Glen stepped in front of Merlin and shook his head.

“Even if it’s truly possible, now is not the time.”

As he twisted the Severed Soul Sword subtly, blood sprayed from empty air, and a bisected eyeball dropped to the ground with a dull thud.

“Someone has been watching us.”
“Hmm…”

I furrowed my brow as I watched the eyeball scatter into white ash.

‘Who was that?’

It was certainly one of Oma’s members, but I couldn’t identify which one. The magic or incantation used was completely unfamiliar to me.

“If it becomes known that I’m not at Zigheart, the Family Estate could come under attack. We need to return as quickly as possible with the wounded.”

Glen wiped the blood from his blade as he spoke of returning to the Family Estate to finish what remained.

“That makes sense.”

I nodded in agreement as I looked at Glen.

‘If word gets out that the Head of House is making a move, they’ll attack immediately.’

Just as Glen had fought the Demon King to the death before, Oma could assault the Zigheart Family itself, which meant Glen couldn’t leave the estate right now.
Since the Dragon Lord and that unknown figure had spotted them, returning as quickly as possible was the priority.

“If Grandfather says so, then I must obey.”

Merlin nodded cheerfully, her eyes sparkling.

“Why do you keep calling me grandfather…?”

Glen furrowed his brow, bewildered by Merlin’s boldness, and took a step back.

“Because you are my grandfather.”

Merlin advanced as Glen retreated, winking at him with one eye.

“Hmm…”
“Don’t mind her nonsense.”

I pushed Merlin aside and entered deeper into the Arian Family estate.

‘Fortunately, no one died.’

Thanks to Lectar minimizing the explosion of the soul stone, there were severely wounded, but no fatalities.

“Head of House, return first. I’ll move with the Arian Family members.”

Since Zigheart could be attacked at any moment, it made sense to send Glen back first while I traveled with the wounded.

“Well, that’s…”
“No need.”

Just as Glen was about to voice his objection, Merlin waved her hand lightly.

“I’ve already carved a spatial coordinate near Zigheart.”

When Merlin snapped her fingers, a gate shimmering with blue light opened in the empty air.
What appeared within it was a mountain near Zigheart, blanketed in eternal snow.

“W-when did you….”

I turned to face Merlin, my jaw trembling. Since she had only ever appeared in animal form, I never imagined she could have prepared something like this.

“The Zigheart security was so tight that I had to dig carefully, one precious handful at a time.”

Merlin laughed softly, saying that despite the grueling work, it had been worthwhile.

“Uh, well….”

Glen stared at Merlin with a blank expression, clearly uncertain whether he should praise her or order her to remove it immediately.

-Kyaaaaaaah!

Wrath shrieked that she was a real stalker before fleeing in terror into the bracelet.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled deeply and shook my head.

“Let’s move first and think about this later.”

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A church suffused with sacred light and the shimmer of faith.

“Gaaaaaaah!”

A stout middle-aged man screamed, clutching his right eye.
His eyeball split in half and dripped downward—the same color as the one Glen had severed moments before.

“Looks like you got hit.”

Derus Robert chuckled and waved his hand, whereupon Bardiel, standing beside him, approached the middle-aged man.

“P-please… save me….”
“Stay still.”

Bardiel’s eyes turned cold as he seized the Ogre Warrior’s head in his grip.

Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!

Blue light flickered from his palm, and the Ogre Warrior’s body convulsed as though struck by lightning, white smoke rising from his eyes.

“Ugh… ugh…”

The Ogre Warrior coughed up black blood, his body falling backward. It was instant death.

“Who discovered us?”

Derus Robert gestured with his chin, urging him to speak.

“Glen Zigheart.”

Bardiel answered while massaging his temples.

“Glen? Explain from the beginning.”

Derus Robert rose to his feet, intrigued, and approached Bardiel.

“Yes. First, the Green-haired Queen, the Twin-Headed Demon, and the Severed Soul Sword…”

Bardiel recounted everything that had transpired, speaking as though he had personally participated in the war itself.

“I see. So that’s how it happened?”

Derus Robert chuckled with amusement and settled back into his seat.

“Losing the Twin-Headed Demon, the Severed Soul Sword, and the Green-haired Queen… Even if Tacheon survived, Eden’s losses would be astronomical.”

Kubara, standing behind him, narrowed her eyes at the dire situation.

“All three are Grand Masters. The damage is incalculable. Well, I suppose we needn’t concern ourselves with that Heavenly Demon.”

Derus smiled gently, as though he possessed intimate knowledge of the Heavenly Demon.

“However….”

He licked his lips while gazing at the crucifix hanging upon the wall.

“Tacheon’s words trouble me. What could he have meant by the ‘final fragment’?”
“Based on his reaction, it appears he sensed that Raon Zigheart possesses the power of a Demon Lord.”

Bardiel turned to face Derus and bowed his head.

“That’s plausible enough. Tacheon himself carries demonic energy, after all. However….”

Derus trailed off, as though he could not yet be certain.

“In any case, the plan has failed. We’ve suffered greater losses than we’ve gained in strength.”

Kubara exhaled softly, lamenting that Oma’s growth strategy had been ruined.

“Of course Eden is finished. But we’ve obtained something far more valuable.”

Derus shook his head slowly as he regarded Kubara.

“Glen Zigheart won’t be able to move for quite some time.”

He licked his lips deliberately while observing the sunlight filtering down upon the crucifix.

“What do you mean Glen can’t move….”

Kubara tilted her head, clearly bewildered.

“Vitality, you see. No matter how powerful one becomes, there are limits. Especially for a transcendent like Glen who cannot overcome the ravages of age—the depletion of vitality inflicts catastrophic damage. He won’t be able to leave Zigheart for some time.”

Derus chuckled, delighted that such an excellent opportunity had presented itself.

“Now it’s your turn. Beorn.”

At his summons, the Red-haired Youth emerged from the darkness of the church.

“How is it? Have you absorbed Raon’s power sufficiently?”
“Certainly impressive talent and aura, I must say.”

Beorn nodded with evident satisfaction.

“On the verge of transcendence? I sensed it myself, but it’s truly remarkable.”

Derus Robert patted Beorn’s shoulder, pleased with his achievement.

“Are you prepared now?”
“…Yes.”

Beorn gazed at Derus Robert with unwavering eyes that spoke of absolute conviction.

“Good.”

Derus Robert placed his hand upon Beorn’s head. At his touch, Beorn’s form began to transform.

A resonant hum echoed forth.

Derus Robert released the seal that bound Beorn, his lips curling into a smile.

“Now is the time for you to topple the Zigheart’s prestige.”

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Upon returning to Zigheart, I immediately sought out Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma, bringing the afflicted with me.

“Saint, I beg your aid!”

I laid before Pedrick Sia, still wearing the ogre’s helm; Edgar, clad in Death Knight armor; Lectar, now bearing the mark of the Holy Sword Union Master; and finally Sylvia and Rimer, bowing urgently for his swift examination.

“I ask this of you as well.”

Glen Zigheart requested that Pedrick examine them all, then departed first for the Patriarch’s Hall.

“What… what is this?”

Pedrick stared at the unconscious patients scattered about, exhaling in disbelief, before his eyes widened even further upon seeing Merlin.

“Are these hostages?”
“No. Allow me to explain briefly what has transpired.”

I shook my head and quickly recounted everything that had happened.

“Such vile creatures…”

Pedrick’s lips trembled, clearly unaware that Eden’s atrocities had reached such depths.
He suppressed the tears threatening to spill and released a long sigh before examining the patients.

“As you said, it appears Lectar, Sylvia, and Edgar truly died and were brought back to life. Their vital essence hasn’t stabilized yet.”
“Does that… does that mean there’s a problem?”
“No, since it’s not their own vital essence, they simply need time to adapt. It will take quite a while for them to awaken, but once I heal their external and internal wounds, there shouldn’t be any major complications.”

Pedrick shook his head, assuring me these three required no further concern.

“Hah…”

I exhaled in relief, clutching my head.
Had something gone wrong with my newly reunited family, it would have been devastating. But hearing they were safe finally allowed my heart to rest.

“Rimer will wake soon as well. He was too focused on constructing the Wall, neglecting his own safety. I never expected this seasoned warrior to make such a mistake…”

Pedrick clicked his tongue, bewildered as to why someone as experienced as Rimer would do such a thing.

“That wasn’t a mistake.”

I bit my lip tightly.
Rimer hadn’t made a mistake—he had become a shield to protect me. Knowing his heart, my chest ached all the more.

“Frustrating as it is, he was faster than me.”

Merlin growled like a puppy while watching Rimer, clearly displeased that he had protected me before she could.

“Is that so…”

I never imagined that Rimer, who was always cloaked in jokes and pranks, would stake his life to protect me.

Not long ago, he said he had changed and asked if I had any intention of becoming the Head of House—it seems that was genuine.

‘When he wakes up, should I give him some money to gamble with to his heart’s content?’
-The True Demon King too!

Wrath suddenly sprang to his feet and waved his hand frantically.

-The True Demon King wants money too! There are mountains of things I want to eat… cough!

He shook his head, saying he’d never seen Gluttony unable to eat everything she wanted.

‘Alright.’

I smiled faintly and nodded.

-Oong?

Wrath’s eyes widened in surprise.

-You, you? What’s gotten into you? Will the sun rise from the west tomorrow?
‘You’ve done a lot for me.’

I chuckled and waved my hand. Though I received help from many people in this ordeal, Wrath’s contribution was the greatest. I intended to grant him whatever he asked for in the time to come.
I was prepared to do whatever she asked of me for a while.

-Kkeeyat… cough! Houng!

Even as Wrath coughed, he threw his arms up in delight.

“As for your sister, finally…”

Pedrick examined Sia, who lay motionless, and furrowed his brow.

“How should I put it? Her breathing doesn’t seem human.”

He clicked his tongue, noting that Sia was breathing like an orc.

“It’s true that she was affected by the helmet, but there’s something unusual about it, so I think we need to investigate further.”
“Yes, and it seems she’s already awakening….”

As Pedrick shook his head, a crimson glow erupted from within the black orc helmet.

“Grraahhh!”

Sia raked her razor-sharp nails down toward Pedrick’s neck.

Thud!

Raon kicked the patient bed away, diverting Sia’s attention from her assault on Pedrick.

Crack!

As Sia obliterated the patient bed like a cookie, I stepped forward and extended a frost-wrapped fist toward her.

“Ugh….”

The moment my strike connected with her solar plexus, she crumpled to the ground, clutching her chest.

Whoosh!

I seized the opportunity and struck the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious again.

“Ugh….”

Sia gritted her teeth as if she didn’t want to lose consciousness, but she collapsed nonetheless.

“Phew….”

Pedrick exhaled heavily, leaning his back against the wall.

“I’ll take her with me.”

I hoisted Sia onto my shoulder and shook my head. I wanted to rest because I was exhausted, but it seemed I needed to deal with her first.

“All right. Then I’ll look after these ones.”
“Actually, that’s not all.”

I shook my head at Pedrick and opened the door. Members of the Gwangpung Corps and Arian Family who had been wounded in the recent war were lined up in front of Pedrick’s mansion.

“Uh, what?”
“As I mentioned, there was a war, so we have quite a few wounded.”

I bowed my head and asked for his help.

“Glen, you bastard! So that’s why you disappeared so suddenly!”

Pedrick ground his teeth as he recalled Glen, who had vanished without a word.

“If you were going to do this, you should have just given me money and had me do the work!”

Despite his complaints about wanting money, he immediately waved the first patient inside. He truly lived up to the title of Saint.

I quietly observed the families as they exhaled in relief, then left Pedrick’s mansion.

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I entered the Audience Chamber where Glen was waiting, cradling Sia in my arms.

“Follow me.”

Glen opened the door to the chamber at the far right and descended the staircase leading underground, suggesting we examine Sia in a quiet and safe place.

“Yes.”

Raon nodded and followed behind Glen Zigheart. Unlike the Audience Chamber, the staircase had low steps and bright lighting, making it a comfortable place even a child could climb.

Let’s descend to about the depth of the second layer, and a room with soft pastel tones appeared.
It was quite a spacious area, but nothing remarkable was visible. Small bookshelves, comfortable-looking chairs and tables, and paintings that appeared to be left unfinished were scattered about.

“It’s a space your grandmother used to use while I was working.”

Glen ran his hand over the dustless bookshelf and chair, smacking his lips briefly.

“I’ve fortified Zigheart more thoroughly than anywhere else, so we’ll proceed with this task here.”

He shook his head, instructing me to access Sia’s consciousness in this place.

“Ah….”

I swallowed dryly as I glanced around the surroundings. Now that I thought about it, I had never heard a single story about my grandmother.
Seeing this place, she seemed to have been a modest person.

“Ah, Grandmother….”

Merlin bit her lip as if deeply moved.

“You’re being a bit….”

Glen furrowed his brow, unsure how to handle Merlin’s reaction. It seemed increasingly beyond his control.

“Merlin. Let’s start quickly.”

Before Glen could grow angry, I lowered Sia to the ground and gestured to Merlin.

“Don’t worry. I’ve prepared everything.”

As Merlin spread both her hands, a magic circle wove light and darkness across the unconscious Sia.

Whirrrrr!

A pillar of blue light erupted from the black orc helmet Sia wore.

“Just place your hand on this pillar of light.”

Merlin smiled softly as she extended her hand alongside her own.

“Then I’ll ask for your assistance.”
“Your condition isn’t good. Are you truly certain about this?”

Glen furrowed his brow with concern.

“I have experience with this. If anything goes wrong, I’ll withdraw immediately.”

I shook my head, telling them not to worry since I had already made this decision before coming this far.

“….”

Glen Zigheart stared into my eyes for a moment, then nodded.

“I understand. Don’t push yourself too hard.”
“Yes.”

I lowered my head and turned back to Merlin.

“Then when I count to three, place your hand on the helmet. One, two, three!”

As Merlin called out three, I reached toward the blue light.

Whoooosh!

In that instant, the world transformed.

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