The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 798

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Chapter 798

I swallowed hard as I gazed at Lawrence’s lips, pale and wet.

‘The white blood of a White Blood Cult member….’

The Blood Ghosts of the White Blood Cult underwent a transformation as they trained in blood techniques—their blood gradually turned white.
At this level, he was clearly an Apostle, and one possessing blood energy comparable to the 10th Apostle himself.

But my connection of Lawrence to the White Blood Cult Master wasn’t based solely on the color of his blood.

‘His temperament.’

The essential nature and spiritual essence that defined a person—everything I sensed from Lawrence now mirrored the White Blood Cult Master.

‘He was an ordinary person before….’

How could he change so drastically?

I knew him well from our daily sparring sessions. He was someone who slept excessively and complained about inconveniences, yet possessed a gentler disposition than anyone I knew.

But the aura radiating from him now was cold and damp.
Within those golden eyes that once held unwavering solemnity, a thick murderous intent flickered and danced.

“Why did you suddenly mention the White Blood Cult Master’s name? Have you met her?”

Lawrence turned the question back on me. His shoulders trembled slightly as he struggled to contain the surging blood energy.

“Yes. I’ve encountered her several times.”

I answered while placing my hand on the Heavenly Sword. I wondered if I should open the Sword Realm to suppress him if he lost control.

“It’s remarkable that someone as talented as you crossed paths with that woman and lived to tell about it.”

From what Lawrence was saying, it seemed he definitely had some connection to the White Blood Cult Master. My curiosity about his true identity deepened.

“Haaah….”

Lawrence leaned his back against the cave wall, his blood energy growing stronger by the moment, yet he showed no intention to fight.

“The White Blood Cult Master should currently be wearing the appearance of a black-haired, black-eyed woman, correct?”
“That is correct.”

I nodded without relaxing my guard.

“Then there might still be time left.”
“What do you mean, sir?”
“Shedding.”

Lawrence gazed at the cave floor, his lips twisting into a distorted smile.

“The time for that damned monster to shed that body and transfer into another one.”
“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Lawrence.

“How do you know such a thing, Lawrence?”

If he knew about body transference, he truly couldn’t be an outsider to the White Blood Cult. I tightened my grip on the sword hilt, ready to draw at any moment.
He put strength into his fingertips gripping the sword scabbard so he could draw his sword at any moment.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m not a member of the White Blood Cult.”

Lawrence shook his head lightly, as if telling her to relax.

“I’ve never been affiliated with that crazy place, and I never learned blood techniques. It’ll be hard to believe coming from me in this state, but….”

He let out a hollow laugh as if even he couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“…If that’s what you say, I understand.”

Raon nodded and lowered his hand that had been gripping the sword.

“What…?”

Lawrence seemed taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected her to believe his words.

“Y-you’re saying you trust me now? In a situation like this?”
“Yes.”

I bowed my head once more, observing the wavering pupils in Lawrence’s eyes.

“You met the White Blood Cult Master! How can you trust me after seeing this white blood and vital energy!”

He questioned me instead, as if unable to comprehend my reasoning.

“Though our time together was brief, it was sufficient for me to understand what kind of person you are.”

Despite his troublesome behavior, Lawrence had never once resorted to lethal techniques, nor had he unleashed attacks severe enough to leave lasting aftereffects.
This scarecrow-like man simply wasn’t the type to harm others carelessly.

“Moreover, the Rion Lord himself said he trusts you.”

Lectar had told me that Lawrence was a lonely person and to keep visiting him. He clearly understood Lawrence’s true nature.

“You’re quite a peculiar fellow.”

Lawrence looked up at me and let out a soft chuckle.

“I thought you’d recklessly draw your sword and attack based on that ridiculous temperament of yours….”
“I’m not that kind of person. There are few people with a more composed temperament than mine….”

I shook my head calmly.

-What?
“Huh?”

Wrath and Lawrence simultaneously widened their eyes. Both of them trembled as if utterly dumbfounded.

-What nonsense are you spouting! Among all the humans and demons the True Demon King has seen, you’re the most insane!

Wrath turned his head sharply, telling me to stop talking rubbish.

“You’re someone who can’t see yourself objectively either.”

Lawrence furrowed his brows deeply.

“I merely helped with your training as a way to repay the debt I owe to your grandfather. Of course, I was also worn down by your persistence….”

He laughed as if he still found it absurd to think about.

“I suspected as much.”

Raon grasped his right wrist with his left hand. As expected, Lawrence seemed to know that Lectar was his grandfather.

“I’m in a similar position. Since my grandfather trusts you, I’m choosing to trust you a bit more.”
“Is that so? Ugh….”

Lawrence nodded, then clutched his chest again. The blood energy radiating from his entire body began to intensify further.

“Are you alright?”
“I should have prepared myself beforehand, but it’s not easy….”

Lawrence shook his head, indicating the situation was not favorable.

“Go, just leave now. I understand your feelings, but this isn’t a matter light enough to discuss with outsiders.”

He lowered his hand with difficulty, urging Raon to descend the mountain quickly.

“I….”
“It’s fine to tell Raon.”

Just as Raon was about to object, a familiar voice reached him from behind. Turning around, he saw Lectar standing before the cave entrance with a gentle smile.
Turning around, Lectar stood at the entrance of the cave with a gentle smile on his face.

“Grandfather?”
“I came to check since I noticed it was a full moon tonight, and my suspicions were confirmed.”

Lectar nodded lightly and approached Lawrence.

“Ugh, Rion Lord….”

He placed his hand on Lawrence’s back, who was biting his lips, and unleashed a formidable aura.

Whoooooosh!

As a brilliant light flickered from Lectar’s hand, the blood energy that had been tormenting Lawrence began to slowly subside.

Before long, the blood energy had settled to a level Lawrence could control, and the pale luminescence that had clouded his eyes melted away.

“Getting a little stronger and suddenly full of yourself—how pathetic.”

Lectar withdrew his hand from Lawrence’s back and clicked his tongue.

“This is all because of the Rion Lord’s grandson! That bastard destroyed my entire routine and plans!”

Lawrence shook his head, his face flushed red.

“Well done.”

Lectar patted my shoulder, ignoring Lawrence’s words.

“He needed to come to his senses.”
“Well done?! Your grandson is a demon incarnate! He shouldn’t be released into society!”

Lawrence shrieked that I should be locked away in prison.

-A demon, you say!

Wrath let out a sharp cry at the sight of Lawrence.

-There’s no lunatic like this even in the Demon Realm! Don’t pin this on me!

He shook his head, saying the humans should take me instead.

“Seems like you’ve got some strength back now.”

Lectar crossed his arms and leaned his back against the opposite wall.

“Thanks to you, I’m doing better. But…”

Lawrence narrowed his brow as he looked at Lectar.

“You said it’s fine to tell Raon—what do you mean by that?”
“It means he’s not an outsider.”

Lectar gave a small nod as he looked at me.

“Raon. Tell me what happened first.”

He smiled calmly, as if to say it was fine.

“…Understood.”

I stepped forward and stood before Lectar and Lawrence.

“First, allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Raon Zigheart, grandson of the current Head of House Zigheart.”
“Raon. Yes, Zigheart… Zigheart?”

Lawrence gasped and struggled to his feet.

“The Head of House Zigheart is the Thunder God? Glen Zigheart?”
“That’s correct.”
“Wait, you said he was your grandson. What in the world is this…?”

He looked at Lectar, his lips trembling.

“Both are true.”

Lectar gave a brief nod.

“He is both the grandson of the Head of House Zigheart and the grandson of the Holy Sword Master.”

Even as he spoke, he let out a hollow laugh as if he found it absurd.

“What kind of insane talk is this…?”

Lawrence blinked, still unable to comprehend.

“Let me continue. The first time I met the White Blood Cult Master was during my training days at Zigheart…”

I recounted everything that had happened with the White Blood Cult—from my first encounter with the Third Prince, the near-kidnapping by the 10th Apostle, to the recent war.

“Now that I think about it, there’s quite a lot. I even charged into the White Blood Cult Headquarters to rescue Ogram.”
“Come to think of it, I remember now. The old masters said there was a young monster in Zigheart…”

Lawrence finally seemed to recall information about me, nodding vacantly.

“I always thought you were just one of those occasional geniuses, but to think you’d be this insane….”

He exhaled both admiration and shock simultaneously, swallowing hard.

“Now that I think about it, you’re not entirely uninvolved either. That woman is still targeting you, after all.”

Lawrence smacked his lips, as if stating the obvious.

“That’s not all there is to it.”

I shook my head heavily.

“Not all of it?”
“There’s something you need to hear first before I explain this….”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Lawrence.

“Lawrence, you do have a connection to the White Blood Cult Master, correct?”
“…Yes.”

Lawrence hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“It’s deeper than you think.”
“Then I’ll tell you. The current White Blood Cult Master’s body….”

I closed my eyes, then opened them as I continued.

“Is my comrade’s mother.”
“Wh…?”

Lawrence jolted upright as if he hadn’t heard correctly.

“You’re… truly serious?”
“Yes. Doesn’t she resemble the dark-haired, dark-eyed child who came with me?”
“I… never saw the current White Blood Cult Master’s body. I escaped long before that.”

He spoke as though he had fled from the White Blood Cult, biting his lip.

“Who exactly are you…?”

I furrowed my brow as I studied Lawrence. The more he spoke, the harder it became to discern his true identity.

“Since you’ve learned such secrets, I suppose I can’t keep silent either.”

Lawrence nodded weakly.

“I am…”

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From birth, I was different from everyone else.

My height and weight were twice that of ordinary people, and I possessed the capacity for thought from the moment I first opened my eyes to the world.

Some would call me grotesque, others would deem me special, but my mother was disappointed in me.

[Is this all there is to it?]

The eyes of a woman more beautiful than moonlight were tainted with contempt.

[There’s no progress in this direction either. I should end the experiment here.]

Without bothering to give me a name, my mother turned and left the room.

The young man who had followed her gazed upon me with an inscrutable, serene expression before vanishing without a trace.

After that, a young Nanny came to care for me. Though my mother had been disappointed, I was content that she had not abandoned me.

The Nanny brought countless books, saying I needed to become an exceptional person to earn my mother’s recognition.

My mother was like a precious gem, one of a kind in this world.
To earn her acknowledgment, I read every book the Nanny brought, and devoured all the countless volumes that remained in the house. Whatever I couldn’t comprehend due to difficulty, I simply committed to memory.

At night, I read books, and during the day, I watched the warriors training in the Training Ground visible through the window.
Thanks to my innate perception, I naturally understood the movements of the warriors and the flow of their blood essence.

I had no name, and I could not take a single step outside this residence, yet I was simply happy with the thought that someday I would bring joy to my mother.

While reading books, observing the martial arts of others, and spending time alone in contemplation, my heart began to race as if it would burst, and suddenly my blood essence awakened.

The blood essence that everyone except me possessed had finally manifested within me as well. And not through cultivation, but as an inborn force.

Something that others had but I did not. Because this blood essence was what had disappointed my mother, I ignored the Nanny’s warnings and rushed to find her immediately.

I wanted to be acknowledged. I wanted to show the most beautiful mother in the world that I was a necessary person, and to be loved by her.

I was confident. I believed that my mother had kept me alive all this time for this very moment.

But.

It was all a delusion on my part.

[You were still alive?]

The woman I thought was my mother laughed mockingly at my inborn blood essence, calling it crude, and shook her head.

[How filthy. Clean it up.]

At her cold command devoid of any emotion, I was cast into a dark dungeon without ever uttering the word “mother.”

Only then could I understand.

I had survived not because of my mother, but through the consideration of an Apostle who watched over me at the end, and the Nanny was also someone he had sent to me.

I despaired. I cursed everything and screamed until my throat tore.

As I rotted away in the Underground Prison where no one came to find me, the Nanny appeared. She came to me with wounds covering her body, smiling as she embraced me.

[Thank goodness you are safe.]

Faced with her concern for me when she herself was not safe, I could not open my mouth.

The Nanny opened a path she had prepared in advance and helped me escape, then stood against the Apostle.
Even as she died by the Apostle’s hand, she never lost her smile.

[Lawrence. That is your name. Live righteously and kindly.]

My mother was not a distant shining moon, but lived right beside me.

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“After that, I was discovered by the Rion Lord during his travels. Given your grandfather’s temperament, I’m sure you understand why I’m here.”

Lawrence shook his head calmly, as if that was all there was to it.

“I see….”

Raon bit his lip as he looked at Lawrence.

‘This is worse than I thought….’

Born as the child of the White Blood Cult Master, yet his very existence was denied—it was a life worse than the most terrible family circumstances. It reminded me of my own hellish previous life.

“There’s no need to wear such a grim expression.”

Lawrence smiled calmly and waved his hand.

“It was long ago. I’ve forgotten about it now.”

Yet despite his words, sorrow still lingered in his eyes.

“The atmosphere has become too heavy. Shall I change the subject?”

Lawrence reached out his hand as if to get to the main point.

“What you’re curious about is how to extract the White Blood Cult Master’s soul, isn’t it?”
“…Yes, that’s correct.”
“The method is….”

He paused mid-sentence and exhaled a long, weary sigh.

“There is none.”

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