The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 781

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Chapter 781

Raon made a request of Helen before heading toward Pedrick’s Residence.

‘How long was I asleep?’
-Two days, it is.

Wrath clicked his tongue, muttering that it was pathetic.

-Not merely young but a child—I cannot fathom why your stamina is so feeble. When I was your age, I would drift to sleep with molten lava as my blanket.
‘But you told me to rest in the Mental World…’

When we met in the Mental World, he’d warned me not to strain myself since death was possible there. Yet here in reality, he was angry that I’d woken late. This Demon King was utterly unreasonable.

-Bah, you should have woken in a single day! I’ve eaten nothing for two days and my belly aches terribly! *Cough!*

Wrath shook his head, saying he’d suffered greatly merely from smelling food.

‘Are you sure you’re alright? Do you need anything?’
-I rested briefly and feel somewhat better. *Cough!*

He spoke as though I shouldn’t worry, yet he continued coughing dryly. His condition still seemed poor.

‘Is there medicine or something that would help you?’
-Hmph! You dare concern yourself with me, a mere whelp? Tend to your own head first before… *Cough!*

Wrath furrowed his brow, dismissing the notion outright.

‘Yet you make quite the fuss when receiving compensation…’
-Th-that’s different! Would it benefit me if my power only went into your mouth?!

He shook his head, insisting there was no need to worry. His mercurial nature made it impossible to know which tune to dance to.

-Just bring me food!
‘Understood, understood.’

After a brief exchange with Wrath, I found myself already standing before Pedrick’s Residence.

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

At the knock, Pedrick’s gentle voice came from inside the residence.

The moment I opened the door and stepped inside, I saw Pedrick attending to a patient in the clinic.

“Raon. You’re finally awake, I see….”
“Raon!”

As Pedrick smiled and waved his hand, Merlin burst out from the back of the clinic.

-Eeeek! Cough! Iiik! Cough!

Wrath let out a series of genuine screams and coughs in shock.

“Did you sleep well? I carried you all the way to the Annex Building!”

Merlin waved her hand as if asking if I didn’t remember.

“Grandfather kept following behind with his eyes wide open the whole time. I thought he was a stalker!”

She giggled, boldly making Glen the butt of her joke.

“The Head of House? No, more importantly, what are you doing here?”

I was equally startled to find Merlin here and widened my eyes in surprise.

“Mother, Father, and Grandfather are all here, so I have to attend to them.”

Merlin tilted her head as if it were obvious.

“Don’t you think you should change that way of addressing them….”

I shook my jaw while looking at Merlin. I could understand it during the war when things were urgent, but I never expected her to continue using those terms even now. She was truly a woman I couldn’t handle.

“Hey! Now that you’re here, get rid of this thing!”

Martha emerged from behind Merlin, wrinkling the bridge of her nose.

“I’m trying to treat them, and you keep getting in the way!”
“But it’s my responsibility to change Mother’s and Father’s bandages, isn’t it?”

Merlin shrugged as if she didn’t see the problem.

“That’s exactly what’s in the way! You can’t even sense properly!”

Murka glared at Merlin and ground her teeth.

“Why are you even here?” Raon asked, watching Martha’s flushed face with a slight smile.

Martha nodded as if to say, isn’t it obvious?

“There are so many patients, so I’ve been helping out.”

“Are you still learning medical arts?”

“Are you still learning medicine right now?”
Pedrick chuckled, saying that Martha’s talent seemed to lie not in the sword, but in medicine.

“You’re still thinking about what happened back then….”

Martha had taken up medicine because of the helplessness she felt when the Gwangpung Corps was dying after being attacked by the Flame Demon Army, unable to do anything.

Martha learned medicine because she felt helpless when the Gwangpung Corps was attacked by the Flame Demon Army and dying, unable to do anything.
“That too, but I want to save my mother.”

Martha bit her lip with her head bowed.

“Hmm….”

“Hmm…”
She exhaled softly and set down the blood-stained bandage.

“I thought it was absolutely impossible for me, still stuck at Master rank, to defeat the White Blood Cult Master, who stands at the very pinnacle among Transcendents. But….”

“I thought it was absolutely impossible for me, still at the Master level, to defeat the White Blood Cult Master, who stands at the very top among Transcendents. But…”

Martha met Raon’s gaze and offered a faint smile.

“Seeing you save your family. No, seeing how your entire family cares for one another—it gave me courage.”

She nodded, saying that hope had blossomed within her—the belief that she too could save her mother.

“I see….”

I lowered my head slightly and smiled.
Though I hadn’t saved everyone yet, hearing that Martha had found courage kindled within me the resolve that I could save Sia as well.

“I’ll do everything I can for that day.”

Martha spoke, asking me to help her as well, her eyes burning with unwavering determination.

“Yes. I’ll help you to the very end.”

I felt the weight of Martha’s resolve and nodded solemnly in response.

“Hehe.”

Pedrick wore a gentle smile, clearly delighted by the exchange between Martha and me.

“….”

Merlin remained unusually silent. Though her fingers trembled as if she wanted to interject, it seemed she was showing her own form of consideration, respecting that this was a family matter.

-Krrgh! The beef girl has grown even stronger.

Wrath let out an exclamation and applauded Martha.

‘He says that every time.’
-This time I mean it! The herbivore didn’t just raise her fur—she bared her true claws!

He laughed as if looking forward to what lay ahead.

-Such growth wouldn’t have been possible without your role in it.
‘Now you’re even praising me?
-The beef girl serves the True Demon King. Kehehehe!

Wrath held his chin high even as he coughed, insisting that subordinates must be cared for to the very end.

‘That’s right. That’s how it should be. Family and subordinates—I must take responsibility for them until the end.’

I reflected on Wrath’s sincerity before turning my gaze to Pedrick.

“How are my mother and the others?”
“They haven’t awakened yet, but they’ve entered the recovery phase.”

Pedrick lowered his hand in a reassuring gesture.

“May I see them for a moment?”
“I’ll show you the way!”

Merlin sprang forward eagerly and opened the door to the infirmary on the right.

“Phew….”

I exhaled softly and entered the infirmary.

“I’ve been taking good care of them! Changed their bandages, gave them medicine, even gave them massages!”

Merlin swayed slightly with her head bowed, as if seeking praise for her efforts.

“Hmm….”

True to Merlin’s words, Sylvia, Lectar, and Edgar’s complexions had improved considerably.
Their breathing was far more stable than before, suggesting they would awaken soon.

—Mother! Cough!

Wrath clung to Sylvia’s forehead and whimpered.

—This fool keeps refusing to feed me and just sleeps all day! I miss you, Mother!

He stroked Sylvia’s hair while urging her to wake up.

“Thank you. Truly.”

Raon bowed deeply to Merlin. He felt nothing but gratitude and remorse for everything that had happened during the war and everything that came after.

“Why are you bowing to me like that?”

Merlin straightened him up and grasped both his hands firmly.

“In front of the family already? Isn’t that a bit too soon?”

She narrowed her eyes and curved her lips upward in a smile.

“…You’re the one holding my hands, though?”

Raon released Merlin’s hands and shrugged his shoulders.

“But where is Sia? I mean, where is my sister?”

In this infirmary were only Edgar, Lectar, and Sylvia. Sia was nowhere to be seen.

“There’s a possibility she could go berserk, so Grandfather is keeping watch over her.”

Merlin pointed toward the Main Mansion, explaining that Glen Zigheart was protecting Sia.

“Merlin, I need to enter my sister’s mental world again. Can you help me?”
“Right now? That will be difficult, won’t it?”
“It’s fine.”

Though my body and mind still felt sluggish, having witnessed Murka’s past, I couldn’t simply remain idle.

“Understood.”

Merlin said she would need time to prepare and left for the Patriarch’s Hall ahead of me. She seemed to treat entering the Audience Chamber—a place even the direct lineage feared—like a casual stroll. It was absurd to watch.
She seemed to treat entering the Audience Chamber, which even the Direct Line feared, like a casual stroll. Watching her, it was utterly absurd.

‘I have something to do first.’
“Because I have something to do before that.”

In that brief time, the dining table in the Annex Building had been set with carefully prepared dishes by Helen and her attendants.
In that brief time, the dining table in the Annex Building was laid with dishes carefully prepared by Helen and her handmaidens.

“What a wise decision! To protect Sylvia, you must eat well, young master!”

Helen expressed her relief and pushed the dishes arranged on the table toward me.

-Hack! Wh-what are these foods! Cough!

Wrath drooled at the sight of the prepared dishes, apparently not having anticipated this.

-While you were whining about being hungry, I asked Helen to prepare a meal for us.-

I sat down at the table and waved my hand.

-For now, the timing isn’t right. Once everyone wakes up, I’ll throw a feast with your favorite dishes.-
-This is more than enough for me!

Wrath chuckled with satisfaction at just this much.

-Then the first one should be…-
-Of course, pineapple pizza!

He pointed to a pizza with a whole pineapple on one side as if it were obvious.

-Ah…-

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I recounted to Glen and Merlin, who were waiting in the underground chamber beneath the Audience Chamber, everything that had transpired in the Mental World and the story of Murka’s dream.

“Hmm, I’ve never heard of such an incident. Or rather, there are so many that it would be difficult to find.”

Glen furrowed his brow, noting that the work of hunting down quietly living monsters and spirits to raise achievements continued even now.

“If the entire Orc Tribe possessed Hyunggi, they would be an ancient race.”

Merlin exhaled softly while adjusting the Old Woman’s mask.

“An ancient race?”
“Eden’s ultimate goal. They were special beings who lived during the era when the Demon Dragon of Ruin held dominion. They possessed wisdom and power beyond that of humans.”

She clicked her tongue, saying that hardly any of them remained now.

“That human called Essian must have returned to the forest because he learned that the Green-haired Queen and the orcs were ancient races, hoping to achieve great merit.”

Merlin trembled her fists, calling it a despicable act. It seemed she had experienced something similar.

—Sob….

Wrath suddenly sniffled and shook his head.

—The True Demon King didn’t know it went that far, but what a pitiful wretch!

He seemed to empathize with Murka’s rage and despair, his eyes reddening with emotion.

‘So I need to give him peace.’

Raon sighed and looked at Merlin.

“I’m going back in.”
“Understood.”

Merlin asked him to wait a moment and began condensing mana in both her hands.

“Will you be alright?”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes with concern.

“Entering another’s mental world repeatedly cannot be good for you.”
“Right now, I’m the only one who can do this. And….”

Raon smiled faintly and nodded.

“I want to wake my sister before Mother awakens.”
“I see….”

Glen Zigheart gently patted his shoulder, understanding that he couldn’t stop him.

“Don’t push yourself too hard.”
“Understood.”

As I nodded and glanced at Merlin, Wrath gestured with his hand.

-The True Demon King won’t be joining you this time.

Wrath shook his head, saying he was full and should sleep inside the bracelet instead.

-I’ve already said everything I needed to say to that fellow.
‘Everything you needed to say?’
-There is such a thing!

He told me not to ask any further questions before retreating into the bracelet.

‘How anticlimactic.’

I smiled faintly and looked toward Merlin. She nodded, indicating she was ready.

“Then I’ll be going.”

I took a deep breath and reached toward the blue pillar Merlin had created.

Whoooosh!

The world visible to Glen and Merlin shifted in an instant, and the Blackened Dead Forest came into view. It was the mental world of Murka, the Green-haired Queen.

Murka stood in the center of the forest just as he had the first time, holding a half-broken stone sword.

“Why did you come back?”

He narrowed his eyes, clearly confused.

“I told you I would come back.”

I approached Murka and drew the Heavenly Sword.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Murka seemed to accept it as a challenge, raising thick killing intent above his stone sword.

“Let’s spar.”

Unlike Murka, Raon drew forth the Heavenly Sword with a composed aura of energy.

“What…?”

Murka’s eyes widened as if asking what I was saying.

“The swordsmen of Zigheart, to which I belong, cultivate camaraderie and skill through sparring. It’s a form of training where we study each other’s swordsmanship with blades devoid of killing intent.”
“….”

Murka’s pupils trembled, as if he couldn’t fathom what I was thinking.

Clang.

I stepped closer to the bewildered Murka and lightly tapped the flat of his stone sword with the Heavenly Sword.

“Since our blades have met, I’ll take that as your acceptance.”

With a faint smile, I struck his stone sword away with force. A sharp ringing echoed as Murka’s arm swayed as if it might be torn from his body.

“Ugh!”

Murka furrowed his brows deeply and swung his stone sword at me roughly.

Boom!

I parried Murka’s strike and slowly opened my lips.

“I too was once held by a leash in a human’s grasp.”
“What? What are you saying now…?”
“Not deceived like you were, but from the beginning, my soul was caught in that person’s hands. I could neither do what I wanted nor what I was capable of.”

I shared my past with Murka, whose jaw trembled. Of course, I couldn’t speak of reincarnation, so I embellished it appropriately, speaking as though it were something from my childhood.

“…That’s how I was able to save Habun Castle. Looking back now, each step was like walking on thin ice. It was fortune gained through youthful recklessness and the kindness of the castle lord. Ah, there’s a child and a gift I brought back from there. That child now is… hmm? It seems time has run out.”

I chuckled softly as I watched my hand fade away as if I were disappearing.
So much had happened that the time I could spend in the Mental World had already elapsed while I recounted the tale of Habun Castle.

“I’ll be back soon.”

I waved at the still-bewildered Murka before dissolving into smoke and vanishing from the Mental World.

“So that means….”

Murka stared at the spot where I had disappeared, pressing his lips together firmly.

“Who was that child, and what was that gift….”

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Whoooosh!

The light surging from within the helmet faded, and I collapsed limply.

“It appears to be finished.”

Merlin smiled brightly as she looked down at me.

“Indeed.”

Glen nodded and moved Sia to the bed first.

“Here we go.”

Merlin hoisted me onto her back and rose to her feet.

“Then I’ll take Raon to the Annex Building….”
“That’s far enough.”

Glen blocked Merlin’s path, his eyes narrowing.

“I’ll carry you today.”
“What? Why?”
“You carried me yesterday, so it’s only fair that I take my turn today, isn’t it?”

He extended his hand as if there was no room for refusal.

“What? That’s not how it works!”

Merlin refused to release her grip on Raon’s hand, shaking her head firmly.

“I can only smell Raon like this! There’s no other chance!”
“Smell? Don’t say such strange things!”

As Glen gestured his hand in absolute refusal, Raon, who had been clinging to Merlin’s back, was suddenly caught in his grasp.

“Even if you’re my grandfather, this won’t work!”

Merlin cried out in protest and clung to Glen’s long robe.

“Ugh…”

Glen’s lips trembled as he looked at Merlin clinging to him like a leech.

“You’re not even afraid of me?”
“What? Why would I be afraid of my grandfather?”

Merlin shook her head, her eyes wide and round.

‘What is this girl…’

Unlike others, she showed no fear of him, and he couldn’t understand why she called him grandfather. It was bewildering.
He wanted to brush her away harshly, but since she was the benefactor of Raon and Sia, he couldn’t treat her carelessly. The frustration gnawed at him.

“Enough! I will take him with me today!”

Glen left those words behind and immediately climbed the staircase.

“No!”

Merlin shook her head and clapped her hands, and I slipped from Glen’s grasp back onto her shoulders.

“I’m going first!”
“Not so fast!”

As Glen reached out again, I slid smoothly into his grip. He climbed the stairs immediately, determined not to be toyed with by Merlin.

“Ugh!”

Merlin cried out in frustration and chased after Glen.

“Even if you’re my grandfather, there are some things I won’t yield on!”

The two of them played tag all the way to the Annex Building, getting along splendidly.

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The moment I regained consciousness, I made my way back to the Audience Chamber and entered Murka’s mental world.
While sparring with him, I continued recounting the path I had walked.

“…And so I was able to defeat Eden’s Lost Spirit and rescue the Saint of Nenma. I was grateful to repay the kindness I received in my childhood.”
“Those Eden creatures—they’re everywhere, aren’t they?”

“I was once kidnapped by Eden during a mission, and when I thought there was no way out, the Head of House and others came to rescue me. The emotions I felt that day are beyond words. It was the day I truly understood the intangible value of bonds.”
“Bonds are something our tribe holds dear as well. To help even those who disliked you—the family is just like a tribe, then.”

“The Arian Family we fought this time was originally a space called the Swamp of Death. A creature called Eden’s Lost Spirit was there and….”
“To mock life and desecrate the dead to such an extent—that creature’s soul deserves to be annihilated. I’m glad you handled it.”

Murka, who had barely answered at first, now listened intently to my story, delighting in it, marveling at it, and expressing his astonishment.
He seemed completely absorbed in the tale that accompanied our sparring.

“…And so I was finally able to save my family.”

Raon lowered his sword with a heavy breath. He had laid bare his entire life, ending with the story of reuniting with his family.
Now there was nothing left to say.

“So your story hasn’t ended yet, then.”

Murka smacked his lips regretfully and lowered his stone sword to the ground.

“Just as my ancestors did, I wanted to forge a good relationship with humans. With someone like you.”

His gaze, which had been fixed on the ashen sky, slowly descended upon Raon.

“It seems that wish is finally being granted. Even if it’s the last moment, I couldn’t be more grateful.”

Murka’s eyes, filled not with fighting spirit but with warmth, curved into a smile.

“You….”
“The oath I made to protect that child is to remain unmoved in this place, and to never let my heart surrender.”

He nodded and grasped the stone sword in reverse grip.

“What are you suddenly saying?”

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Murka.

“Thank you.”

Murka’s smile deepened as he drove the broken stone sword through his own chest.

Splurt!

The stone sword pierced through his chest, and crimson blood spilled forth.

“Murka!”
“This is the oath I made. If I die by another’s hand in this place, that child Sia will never awaken. Rather than have her become a killing machine for those wicked demons, I deemed it better that she never wake at all.”

Murka coughed black blood from his lips as he explained the oath he had made.

“But if you exist, things would be different. I trust you, and I wish to bring that child back to life.”

He withdrew the stone sword piercing his heart without erasing his smile.

Gushhhhh!

Crimson blood—no different from a human’s—sprayed forth, drenching the Blackened Dead Forest.

“Why on earth…?”

Raon swallowed hard, staring at Murka.

“You were betrayed by humans, so why did you protect one?”

I couldn’t fathom how Murka, who had suffered at human hands, could have sworn an oath to protect Sia. It was something I could never do.

“Just because a beast bites does not mean I must become a beast myself.”

Murka, wearing the form of an orc, spoke words more human than anyone’s, and laughed.

“Through this child’s eyes, I shall watch over your life until the very end.”

With those final words, he and the other orcs crumbled into black ash and scattered on the wind.

Whoooosh!

A pale light rose from the earth where Murka had stood until his final moment.

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