The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 784

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Chapter 784

Kuguguguguuu!

The silvery frost enveloping Wrath transformed into a violent tempest, sweeping through the underground chamber.

“Hm?”
“What’s happening all of a sudden…?”

Glen Zigheart and Lectar sensed the sudden surge of cold and stepped forward to shield Edgar and Sylvia from the onslaught.

“Come this way!”
“Raon!”

Edgar extended his hand toward me, while Sylvia, cradling the still-unconscious Sia, gestured urgently for me to hurry. Concern flooded their eyes.

“It’s alright.”

I shook my head calmly toward the four of them, whose eyes betrayed their unease.

“This doesn’t feel like something bad.”

I reassured them and turned my gaze toward Wrath, wrapped in the silvery frost. There was no malevolent aura emanating from the silver ice—only a pure, majestic coldness like the breath of nature itself.
The chill that had once diminished within Wrath was gradually intensifying. It seemed as though this frost was channeling power into him.

‘Wrath’s cold is amplifying.’

His energy, which had been weakened for some time, was slowly growing stronger. The frost appeared to be transferring its strength to him.

“What exactly is happening?”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes, demanding an explanation.

“It seems my companion has obtained something.”

I let out a small chuckle and lifted my gaze.

“Please wait a moment.”

I brought my finger to my lips, gesturing for silence, then wrapped Wrath in a barrier of pure energy to prevent any disturbance.

‘But….’

I swallowed hard as I watched the intensifying cold spread outward.

‘Why is he growing stronger?’

I hadn’t sensed any profound rage, yet Wrath was clearly advancing. I couldn’t comprehend it.
What baffled me most was that he was growing as though a martial master had achieved enlightenment.

‘This might take a while.’

I bowed respectfully to Glen Zigheart and Lectar, signaling them to take Sia upstairs first.

But both of them shook their heads firmly, refusing to leave. Sylvia and Edgar also remained steadfast before the bed, protecting Sia.

‘I’m grateful.’

Understanding their resolve, I bowed once more and took my seat. I kept watch over Wrath in silence, and the silver frost enveloping him drifted down upon me as well.
Quietly watching over Wrath, the silvery frost enveloping him scattered down onto me as well.

Whoooooosh!

The instant the silver frost touched my skin, Glacial naturally activated and began absorbing the cold.

‘What is this….’

It was a pure and formidable force beyond even Wrath’s chill. It filled my depleted reserves in an instant and continued to expand the very scope of Glacial itself.

Roooooar!

To shield myself from the suddenly intensifying cold, the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong resonated, unleashing a deep, scorching heat.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Just as when I first learned Glacial, heat and cold clashed within my core, baring their fangs at one another.

‘It will be a bit risky, but….’

I felt the clashing flames and cold energy, swallowing hard.

‘I need to make all of that energy mine.’

My soul had recovered from its wounds, but the injuries to my body remained.
I decided to use the suddenly acquired cold and heat to replenish my depleted energy and erase the wounds from my body.

Uuuuuuung!

I resonated the rings of fire with intense fervor. The eight thickened rings elevated my soul’s grade and suppressed the rampaging flames and cold energy.

I swirled the slowly subsiding energy in different directions, maximizing my body’s regenerative capacity.

The wounds that had cracked red as if I’d drunk troll blood sealed themselves, and as my soul grew, the dantian and mana circuits that had expanded further began filling with pure mana.

“Phew….”

I opened my eyes with a satisfied smile. Thanks to Murka, I had elevated my soul’s grade, and thanks to Wrath, I could erase my body’s wounds and recover my aura. It was a series of fortunate encounters.

‘Truly a tree that gives without reservation.’

Even as he grew stronger, he looked after me—an endlessly generous Demon Lord.
As I nodded toward Wrath in gratitude, the blizzard surrounding him subsided.

Whoooosh!

The diminished frost storm was sucked into Wrath in an instant, bursting with brilliant radiance.

Fwoooosh!

After the brilliant light faded, what floated in the air was….

‘A giant cotton candy?’

Wrath’s body had puffed up as if he’d gained weight, fluttering both arms. It looked exactly like a dog or cat that hadn’t been groomed in ages.

-Ehehehehehe!

Wrath gazed upward at the ceiling and let out a refreshing laugh.

-At last, enlightenment has found even the True Demon King!

He proclaimed himself a magnificent being and nodded with satisfaction.

‘Enlightenment? He actually achieved enlightenment?’

I blinked as I looked at Wrath. I’d had my suspicions, but it seemed he truly had attained enlightenment.

-Indeed it is. Can you not see these magnificent arms!

Wrath lifted his plump arms, urging me to behold his spiritual form.

‘Uh…’

I gazed at Wrath, who had transformed into something resembling a fluffy cat, and smacked my lips.

‘Hmm, your aura hasn’t grown as much as that frost storm. But if I had to describe it… the quality of your soul seems to have elevated.’
-You perceive it well! Through enlightenment, the True Demon King’s soul has ascended to an even greater height. A growth far more magnificent than mere power. Had I climbed just a bit higher, I might have even shed this spiritual form entirely, but alas, what a shame!

Wrath shook his head, explaining that at his level, growth of the soul was more difficult than growth of power.

-To think such a thing would occur after coming to the Human Realm. Even the True Demon King did not foresee this.

He laughed brightly, delighted by this unexpected turn of events.

‘That’s actually what I wanted to ask about.’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Wrath’s grinning face.

‘Where exactly did you achieve this enlightenment? You’re the Lord of Wrath, after all.’

Though I joked about calling him a glutton, Wrath was the Demon King of the Demon Realm and the Lord of Wrath himself. I couldn’t comprehend where he’d found enlightenment when he hadn’t even had a chance to feel anger.
I didn’t even have time to feel angry, so I couldn’t understand where this realization came from.

It’s not anger. Ahem!

Wrath shook his head calmly.

-Those humans. Your family’s heartfelt gratitude has lifted my soul to greater heights.
‘Just from a word of thanks?’
-Relations between demons and humans are built upon exchange. Our beginning was no different.

His gaze swept across Glen Zigheart, Lectar, Edgar, and Sylvia in turn.

-Yet your family offered their gratitude without even sensing or seeing me. This unfamiliar emotion, felt for the first time, is what has nurtured my soul’s growth.

Wrath closed his eyes, as if surprised by this change in himself.

-It seems comparable to how that old codger Nadim Ppang changed upon understanding warmth.

He gazed at Glen Zigheart with a sense of kinship.

‘Honestly, I don’t understand how a demon could grow through emotional exchange with humans.’
-A human prejudice. Demons are not merely evil. Ahem.

Wrath tapped my head lightly, telling me to think of the Archangel Uriel.

‘That’s true. Either way, I’m relieved.’

I smiled faintly and nudged Wrath with my elbow.

-Relieved?

Wrath shook his head as if asking what I meant.

‘Because you’ve grown stronger.’
-What?
‘You were always complaining that only I kept getting stronger. It bothered me quite a bit.’

Though I teased him about it in jest, I had genuinely been troubled by the fact that I grew stronger while he seemed to fall behind.
Hearing that Wrath had grown thanks to me and my family brought a measure of relief.

‘Congratulations.’
-Hah! Your congratulations now mean nothing! You’ve taken far more from me than… Ahem!

Wrath’s face flushed crimson as he waved his hand dismissively, then coughed dryly.

‘You’ve grown, so why do you keep coughing?’

I tilted my head as I looked at Wrath.

-Growth doesn’t erase the wounds of the soul, you fool!

He shook his head, telling me to get my wits about me.

‘But I’ve recovered?’

I pointed to myself and blinked. When I absorbed Murka’s ashes, the wounds to my soul had healed, and just moments ago, thanks to Wrath, even the wounds to my body had been restored.

-Tch! That’s because you’re the peculiar one!

Wrath furrowed his brow, never expecting a Demon Lord to call a human peculiar.

-In any case, there’s nothing I like about… huh?

He narrowed his eyes before suddenly lifting his head.

-What, what is this? How did you grow even stronger in the meantime?

Wrath’s eyes widened as he sensed his own growth as well.

‘Ah, just a moment ago…’

I explained to Wrath what had happened while he was gaining his enlightenment.

-You damnable bastard!

Wrath gnashed his teeth and lunged at me.

-Why did you steal a fragment of the True Demon King! If all of it had come to me, I could have shattered this spirit form and escaped!
‘It wasn’t stolen—it separated from you and got absorbed by me.’
-Then you should have thrown it back to the True Demon King instead of consuming it!
‘Sigh…’

I exhaled and shook my head. His soul had grown, but his mental age remained the same.
No, it seemed to have gotten worse.

-Stop sighing and hand it over!

Wrath grabbed my collar and shook it, demanding I expel the cold aura at once. In truth, this Demon Lord’s tantrum wasn’t really about wasting that frost. He clearly wanted something else.

“R-Raon, is something wrong?”

Sylvia exhaled softly as she looked at me, her eyes clouded with concern.

“No, it’s all resolved. Everyone’s awake except you, sister….”

I looked up at Wrath and smiled.

“Shall we have a grand feast today?”

The moment those words left my lips, Wrath released his grip on my collar.

-The True Demon King approves! Bring forth a lavish banquet at once!

Wrath dusted off his clothes with a satisfied grin, as if he’d been waiting for this.

-Pineapple pizza and mint chocolate ice cream are obviously essential, and that new product the glutton consumed must be brought here too….
‘….’

I shook my head as I watched Wrath regard Gluttony as a rival.

‘Did he become wrath after losing gluttony…?’

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The Arian Family Estate, abandoned by both human and monster alike.

A figure draped in a black robe walked a path of corpses.

Eagles and hyenas seemed oblivious to the robed figure’s presence, focused solely on tearing into decaying flesh.

Crunch.

The figure in the black robe stood at the center of the battlefield and lifted their head.
Within the shadowed fabric, blue eyes gleamed with a solemn light, as though recalling the war that had unfolded upon this land.

“….”

The figure in the black robe moved slowly toward the place where Raon had felled Tacheon.

“Haaaa….”

Inyoung, who had stood frozen in place for some time, parted their lips roughly.

“I wasn’t mistaken.”

Certainty resonated in that peculiar voice—neither quite masculine nor feminine.

“Surely….”

The being within the robe raised a pale hand, caressing the battlefield that had been saturated with Wrath’s chill, and curved their lips upward.

“Wrath.”

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-The True Demon King was indeed far more than a mere demon. There is no one who could follow such a noble spirit… hm?

Wrath was praising himself when suddenly his eyes darted left and right, and his shoulders trembled.

‘What’s wrong?’

I tilted my head, watching Wrath fall silent after all his boasting.

-S-something feels wrong. A sudden chill, as though… *cough*.

Wrath furrowed his brow, remarking that it had been quite some time since he’d felt such a damp and oppressive aura.

‘Do Demon Lords catch colds?’
-It is not such a simple illness! It feels as though my shame has been laid bare….

Wrath exhaled a turbid breath, sensing something ominous.

‘Then I should be getting a new reward, shouldn’t I?’

I couldn’t help but smirk at Wrath’s expense. Every time that creature grew anxious, fortune seemed to smile upon me, and I had a feeling something would come my way this time as well.

-S-shut your mouth! No such thing will happen!

Wrath whipped his head around as if to declare that he would never let anything be taken from him again.

‘That’s not something you get to decide.’
-Ughhhh….

The creature’s lips trembled, bereft of any retort.

‘Well, since we’re on the subject, let me check what rewards I’ve received.’

I was about to summon the messages I hadn’t yet reviewed, a faint smile playing at my lips, when—

Knock, knock.

Sylvia opened the door and stepped inside.

“Raon. Come eat.”

Sylvia waved her hand, beckoning me to join her for the meal.

-Food! Food, it is… Croak!

Wrath, whose face had been contorted at the thought of the messages, leaped up like a frog.

-Go at once and follow Mother! The True Demon King’s stomach growls with hunger!

Wrath scratched at his own back with his hands like an eager puppy or kitten, unable to wait any longer.

‘I get it. Stop scratching me.’

I pushed Wrath away and followed Sylvia outside.

“Let’s hurry before it gets cold.”

Sylvia smiled brightly and entered the Dining Hall first.

I let out a soft laugh watching her.

‘Thank goodness.’

The thought that I might never have seen that smile again made my heart sink even now. All that filled my mind was the resolve to grow stronger.

As I steadied my breath and tried to enter the Dining Hall, I noticed all the maids were gathered in the Lobby. It was unusual since they normally ate with us.

“Helen. Why are you here?”
“I thought it would be nice if the family could share a meal together and finish the conversations you couldn’t complete.”

Helen bowed her head, saying she and the maids would wait.

“…Thank you.”

I offered Helen and the maids a faint smile. Feeling the sincerity in their hearts, all I could offer was my gratitude.

“Young Master.”

After exchanging glances with the maids, Judith stepped forward as I tried to enter the Dining Hall.

“…I hope you make the right choice.”

Judith bowed her head as if telling me to think carefully.

“Choice? What choice are you—”
-Damn it!

As I blinked, Wrath thrashed about like a freshly caught fish.

-Get in there already! The food’s getting cold!

Wrath couldn’t contain himself and dripped saliva onto my head.

“You’ll understand once you go inside.”

Judith bowed her head as if telling me to see for myself.

“Alright then.”

I nodded to Judith and stepped into the Dining Hall.

-Kyahahaha!

Wrath let out an exclamation upon seeing the delicious dishes that filled the entire table.

-All of the True Demon King’s favorite foods are laid out! There’s not a single thing to complain about!

He stroked both his cheeks and broke into a beaming smile.

“Uh…”

But I wasn’t looking at the food—I was looking at the people seated at the table.
Sylvia and Edgar sat snugly together in the center like a proper married couple, while Glen and Lectar sat on the left and right respectively, each leaving the seat beside them empty.

“Raon. Come over here.”
“Raon. The seat next to me is open.”

Glen and Lectar called my name simultaneously while pointing to the empty seats beside them.

“…”

I observed Glen and Lectar as they began glaring at each other, then squeezed my eyes shut.

‘Ah…’

This choice?

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