The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 804

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Chapter 804

[The trait 【Focus】 has surpassed 12 stars and evolved into the new trait [Mirror Mind].]

I swallowed hard as I read the message describing the trait’s evolution.

‘Traits can evolve?’

I had assumed that since the martial path began at 1 star and ended at 12 stars, traits would also stop growing once they reached 12 stars.

But contrary to my expectations, the 【Focus】 trait grew once more beyond 12 stars and evolved into a new trait.

‘Mirror Mind….’

Just as one cannot see their reflection in turbulent waters but can only see it in calm waters, Mirror Mind meant maintaining a spirit and heart that never wavered, always serene.

In other words, as 【Focus】 became 【Mirror Mind】, it seemed I could now maintain peak concentration in any situation.

‘This is insane.’

I smiled and turned to look at Wrath.

‘Why didn’t you tell me about this….’
-Grrrrgh.

When I tried to ask him why, he gnashed his white teeth.

-You insane fool! Why did you make it evolve! You should’ve just left it at 12 stars!

As always, Wrath treated the system like a person and hurled accusations and curses at it.

-I can’t take this anymore! I’m going back to the Demon Realm right now and smashing everything to pieces!

He grabbed his own head, unable to accept what had happened.

‘I’m not sure what it is, but thanks anyway.’
-I’m going to die from all this heat! Shut up for a moment!
‘Mm.’

I ignored Wrath’s ranting and checked the message again.

[The sprout of the Ten Thousand Swords has begun to bloom.]
[All stats increase by 20 points.]
[The rank of the trait 【Wrathful Evil Eye】 increases.]
[The rank of the trait 【Spiral Force】 increases.]
[The rank of the trait 【Focus】 increases.]
[The trait 【Focus】 surpasses 12 stars and evolves into the new trait [Mirror Mind].]
[A new title 【Steel Leech】 is created.]

Twenty points, three trait rank increases, and one new title.
Since I’d been reaping substantial rewards from consecutive impossible Achievements, this reward might seem modest, but it absolutely wasn’t.

The moment that bastard Wrath saw Mirror Mind after being delighted about the 【Steel Leech】 title, he started foaming at the mouth—a clear sign this was among the best rewards I’d obtained so far.

-Uuuuh….

Wrath trembled, his jaw quivering as he sniffled.

-You shouldn’t be joking about receiving the Steel Leech title. The one who’s been drained the most blood is none other than the True Demon King himself….

He sniffled again, saying he’d been getting drained ever since our first meeting until now.

‘It’s mutual benefit, isn’t it?’

I laughed and patted Wrath’s shoulder.

-M-mutual benefit? Did those words really come out of your mouth?

Wrath let out a sharp cry.

-You’ve been sucking the True Demon King’s essence down to the marrow, and you throw a few chunks of ice cream at me and call it mutual benefit? You angel-winged conscience thief!
‘That’s not a compliment, is it?’
-Of course not! It means you’re dog shit that’s been stepped on twice!

He unleashed intense fury as he raised his fist.

-Apologize this instant! Apologize properly!
‘Sorry.’
-Ugh! Your apology just makes me angrier!

Wrath cried out that he couldn’t take it anymore and threw his fist forward.

‘What do you want from me…’

I lightly blocked Wrath’s punch and examined the 【Steel Leech】 title.

【Steel Leech】
When learning martial arts or abilities from an opponent you’re attached to, comprehension and concentration increase, and you gain the opponent’s affection.

‘Huh?’

I’d been worried because the name Steel Leech sounded strange, but the effect wasn’t bad at all.

-Uhhh…’

Wrath’s jaw dropped as he examined the title’s effects.

-You gain affection while acting like a leech? I’m supposed to smile while having my blood sucked? What kind of vicious effect is this!

He muttered that it was terrifying and shook his chubby cheeks.

-Whose side are you even on! You must know that the True Demon King is living like this!

Wrath shouted at the system to show itself immediately and flailed his arms.

‘My ears hurt. Please stop.’

I pushed the clinging Wrath away and shook my head.

-You’re a leech too, you blockhead! Could you tolerate it if you were me? Having chunks of flesh torn off every day—would you just sit there!

Wrath roughly pulled his own hair, asking me to put myself in his position.

‘Ah, I understand.’

I exhaled a long sigh. The reward confirmation was complete, and the injuries from the sparring match were starting to ache—I wanted to rest as soon as possible.

‘When we return to the Family Estate, I’ll let you eat whatever you want for a whole day.’

I recited the only incantation that worked on Wrath and extended my hand.

-Kiaaaaang!

Wrath gnashed his teeth like a cat, refusing absolutely.

‘Two days.’
-Kiaaaa!
‘Four days.’
-Kia?
‘Four days.’
-Keuk! Deal!

He eventually agreed to the bargain and nodded his head.

-Ah, I’m exhausted today! We need to hurry back.

Wrath eagerly anticipated returning to the Family Estate and immediately slipped into the ice flower bracelet.

“Sigh….”

I watched Wrath disappear with his tail swishing, then shook my head.

‘I’m the one who’s exhausted.’

I quickly changed clothes and collapsed onto the bed.

‘I can’t tell if I’m cohabiting with a Demon Lord or raising a wild kitten….’

Sometimes he was more mature than Glen, and sometimes he was more trivial than a spoiled kitten throwing a tantrum. I still couldn’t get a handle on that Demon Lord.
Even now, that Demon Lord remained unpredictable.

“It won’t be long before I can see that bright starlight…”

I gazed up at the night sky of the Holy Sword Association, which sparkled like a sea of stars, then slowly closed my eyes.

‘It’s time to return.’

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While I slept.

Lectar welcomed two guests in the Reception Room.

“You must be quite pleased.”

Lawrence settled onto the sofa and straightened his hunched back.

“With a grandson so absurdly talented, I’m full just looking at him—no need to eat.”

He stuffed a cookie from the table into his mouth and furrowed his brow.

“Your stomach won’t be the only thing full.”

Jalec twisted his lips upward in response to Lawrence’s words.

“Since your grandson is the greatest talent on the Continent, you won’t need sleep either.”

He snorted and settled back into the sofa.

“Hehehehe.”

Lectar leaned back in his chair with a broad smile, clearly delighted to hear Raon praised, despite the sarcasm underlying their words.

“Stop grinning and tell us—what exactly has been happening?”

Lawrence tapped his chest in frustration and leaned his head forward.

“What in the world did he do to become a monster rivaling me in his early twenties?”

He trembled at his jaw, unable to imagine that there existed someone like Raon.

“It’s not quite to that extent.”

Lectar shook his head calmly.

“If you hadn’t held back, Raon wouldn’t have been able to stand today.”

He smiled gently while expressing his gratitude.

“There’s no need to infuse killing intent into a casual sparring match.”

Lawrence scoffed as if it were obvious.

“And Raon—that arrogant bastard didn’t provoke killing intent in me either. The result would have been the same.”

He chuckled softly, saying it would have ended in a draw regardless.

“Is that so.”

Lectar gazed into Lawrence’s eyes and drew a serene smile.

“How amusing. It seems you’ve grown quite close to Raon.”
“Tch, close? Don’t be ridiculous! I’m just relieved that annoying bastard is leaving soon!”

Lawrence shook his head vigorously, his reddened face hidden behind his long hair.

“You’re still not being honest with yourself. However….”

Jalec let out a deflated laugh watching the embarrassed Lawrence.

“You’ve improved far more than before. That must be thanks to Raon as well.”

He lowered his eyebrows, saying Raon’s influence had been significant.

“S-Stop it!”

Lawrence’s ears flushed crimson as she whipped her head away.

“Enough of that! Just tell me how you found him!”

He lowered his hand, as if curiosity had made thorns sprout from his lips.

“I’m also interested in that part.”

Jalec sat beside Lawrence and nodded.

“How were you able to bring the direct line of Zigheart as your grandson?”

He also smacked his lips, curious about Raon and Lectar’s circumstances.

“Well, it’s going to be a rather long story, but….”

Lectar moistened his throat with tea and recounted everything that had happened to the two men.

“…I see.”

Jalec bit his lips firmly.

“Now I understand why I felt such an unusual sense of desperation from that young one.”

He nodded heavily, finally able to understand Raon now.

“That damned bastard….”

Lawrence exhaled a long sigh and clenched his fists.

“When he heard my past, his eyes held a strange sense of empathy. I thought it was merely sympathy, but it wasn’t. He’s lived a life just as tragic as mine.”

He nodded, realizing he could now understand Raon’s life as well.

“And Rion Lord as well.”

Lawrence frowned as he looked at Lectar, whose hands were clasped together.

“The reason he came before and asked me to look after the Holy Sword Association if he died—it was all because of Raon.”

He swept back his disheveled white hair, everything now making sense.

“Yes.”

Lectar nodded calmly, stroking his chin.

“I was prepared to throw away my life for Raon. I’ve already dealt with all those who worshipped the previous Rion Lord, so I thought you could take over the Holy Sword Association.”

He chuckled softly, saying he had faith in Lawrence.

“Then you should have told me something like this!”

Lawrence furrowed his brow, questioning why Lectar had only now spoken up.

“I apologize.”

Lectar lowered his head, admitting he had nothing to say in his defense.

“…I have no children or grandchildren, but now I understand the Rion Lord.”

Jalec nodded quietly, his voice steady.

“Is this what it means to grow old?”

He gazed at Lectar with a gentle smile.

“Sigh, I thought I was the only one suffering through the absurdities of this world, but I was wrong.”

Lawrence let out a long sigh and stared up at the ceiling of the Reception Room.

“I never knew someone worse off than me was working so hard.”

He bit his lip, ashamed of the years he had spent buried in that Cave.

“It’s not too late yet.”

Lectar shook his head, looking at Lawrence.

“The past cannot be undone, but the future can be changed by your own hands, can it not?”
“Of course I know that.”

Lawrence’s golden eyes gleamed as if he’d been waiting for this moment.

“When Raon and Martha strike at the White Blood Cult, I shall stand with them. No—I shall stand at the forefront.”

He clenched his teeth, vowing to avenge his mother, who had been his Nanny.

“Before, I was too afraid to even speak of it aloud, but thanks to that madman, I’ve found some courage.”

Lawrence smiled faintly as he recalled Raon’s reckless charge.

“Hmm.”

Jalec reached across the table and smacked his lips.

“Then I shall join you as well.”
“Why would a cowardly old man like you? Did you grow fond of Raon after being tormented by him?”

Lectar twirled his finger around Jalec’s head with a mocking grin.

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

Jalec swatted Lectar’s hand away, furrowing his brow.

“I can’t simply abandon my second disciple, whom I took on late in life.”

He smacked his lips, saying that Dorian had become an eyesore to him.

“Didn’t you say he wasn’t your disciple?”

Lectar chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.

“Ahem, don’t play with words.”

Jalec cleared his throat and lowered his gaze.

“Dorian is too virtuous. He’s even more of a coward than I was, so I can’t help but worry.”
“Then perhaps one day Dorian might surpass you in strength.”

Lectar tilted his chin as he observed Jalec’s wrinkled expression.

“Well, that could happen.”

Jalec drew a thin smile, as if he welcomed the idea.

“It seems I’ll be there that day as well. This should be quite interesting.”

Lectar retrieved a fine bottle of liquor from atop the bookshelf and set it on the table.

“That’s a rare one.”

Lawrence’s eyes widened as he gazed at the bottle.

“A commemoration. Let us share a drink, hoping that all three of us will gather on the day we strike down the White Blood Cult.”

He filled the cups of Lawrence and Jalec before raising his own glass first.

“To my grandson’s happiness.”
“To my mother’s vengeance.”
“To the coward.”

With each of their own pledges, the three men’s gathering continued well past dawn.

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The dim light of early morning.

Dogyae stopped before the entrance to the 5th Training Ground.

“He came again today?”

He sensed the presence of someone within the training ground and let out a quiet chuckle.

“Quite the peculiar fellow, I must say.”

Dogyae smacked his lips briefly before pushing open the door and stepping inside. The first thing that caught his eye was Rimer, who was tamping down the floor of the training ground.

“What on earth has gotten into you?”

Dogyae approached Rimer and furrowed his brows deeply.

“For two months, you’ve been coming out at dawn to prepare for training, and there’s not even a shadow of you at the gambling house. Have you lost your mind?”

While Raon was away at the Holy Sword Association, Rimer had been arriving at the Training Ground at dawn to prepare the swordsmen’s training, and when everyone left at night, he focused on his own cultivation.

He was so different from the Rimer I knew that I was worried the world might end.
It was like watching that elf when he first came to Zigheart.

“No, why do I get criticized even when I’m living diligently?”

Rimer shrugged his shoulders as if he found it absurd.

“Since the Organization Master isn’t here, I’m filling in for him as the Deputy Master.”

He waved his hand, saying he was merely filling the void left by Raon.

“That’s ridiculous!”

Dogyae furrowed his brows suspiciously.

“You never did this when you were the Organization Master?”
“If I had remained the Organization Master of the Gwangpung Corps, I wouldn’t have.”

Rimer shook his head, looking at the well-maintained Training Ground floor.

“But now Raon is the Organization Master. I don’t want to bring shame to his name.”

He drew a thin smile, saying that was all there was to it.

“You’re serious about this….”

Dogyae narrowed his eyes as he looked at Rimer, who had become composed.

“You truly regard Raon as your king.”
“I’ve told you before. He’s our king. Though he’s still a bit inexperienced.”

Rimer muttered that I would change even more in the future, telling him to remember it well.

“Hmph. You’re his king, not ours.”

Dogyae shook his head firmly.

“Yet your heart has already surrendered, and you’re pretending otherwise.”

Rimer chuckled as he looked at Dogyae.

“You came here at this hour because of Raon, didn’t you?”
“Bah, nonsense! I merely came to ask a favor….”
“Every time Raon returns, you pant like a puppy at the sight of the liquor he brings.”

He stuck his tongue out long, as if to say he knew everything.

“W-who’s a puppy!”

Dogyae’s face flushed crimson as he ground his teeth.

“Well, whether it’s a puppy or a cat doesn’t matter. The point is, since Raon will return changed, we can’t simply sit idle.”

Rimer said that was all there was to it and resumed tidying the Training Ground.

“Answer me one thing. If Raon has no interest in becoming Head of House, what will you do?”

Dogyae stood before Rimer with a grave gaze, ready to bear down on him depending on his answer.

“It’s my wish that Raon becomes Head of House, but even if that’s not the case, it doesn’t matter. Once I’ve pledged myself to someone as my king, it’s the duty of a subject to follow him wherever he goes, isn’t it?”

Rimer merely shrugged, as if that was all there was to say.

“Hmm….”

Dogyae, as if taken aback by the unexpected answer, released the tension in his grip.

“And don’t concern yourself with me—pay attention to that side instead. At this hour, every time….”

As Rimer shook his head, a violent tremor erupted from the Patriarch’s Hall.
The entire Zigheart began to shake as if an earthquake had struck.

“That old geezer keeps stomping around because of my forbidden state, causing earthquakes every single day!”

Rimer pointed at the swaying Patriarch’s Hall and let out a curse.

“I can’t even sleep because of that bastard!”

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Lectar held a small gathering in the mansion’s Training Ground before I returned.

While it paled in comparison to Zigheart’s grand festival, the swordsmen had cultivated the ingredients and brewed the alcohol themselves, infusing everything with distinctive flavors and aromas.

-Try that one first!
‘He only needs to say it once.’

I placed the pumpkin pie Wrath pointed to into my mouth.
The crispy pastry, sweet pumpkin, and peanuts woven between them created a subtle harmony.

-How intriguing! It tastes wholesome, and it keeps drawing me in!
‘Right. The first taste is subtle, but it keeps pulling you back.’

I agreed with Wrath’s assessment and placed another pie into my mouth.

-There’s no flashiness or sharp stimulation to it, but you can feel the care put into it. Sometimes this sort of thing is quite nice.

Wrath smacked his lips contentedly for a long moment.

‘He’s always so particular, after all.’
-The True Demon King isn’t particular—you’re simply dull!

He shouted at me to stop talking nonsense and gestured for me to try the next dish.

‘Right. Right.’

I turned my gaze to the right as I moved toward the food Wrath wanted to eat.

Burren, Martha, and Lunan were conversing with the Holy Sword Association’s swordsmen, and their camaraderie felt like that of comrades-in-arms, perhaps because they’d been sparring daily.

‘Bringing them was the right call.’

Though they hadn’t crossed the Grand Master threshold, all three had reached the highest tier of Master rank.
If the right opportunity presented itself, they could shatter that wall anytime—a truly significant gain.

‘Of course, that one created the greatest transformation.’

I smiled faintly as I watched Dorian move through the Banquet Hall like he owned the place.
With his natural charisma, he’d built connections with everyone in the Holy Sword Association, moving about here and there, creating laughter wherever he went.

‘His growth in martial technique itself is negligible….’

Yet he’d become stronger than anyone.

He didn’t fully understand it himself, but if Dorian fought with his mind’s eye open, he could defeat even stronger swordsmen.
The ability to read an opponent’s thoughts was that overpowered.

‘Of course, I as well….’

I was turning with a smile when my eyes met Lawrence’s. He stood with his back against the wall, glaring at me sharply as if he had a grievance.

“Lawrence?”

I approached Lawrence and tilted my head curiously.

“Is something the matter?”
“Nothing at all!”

Lawrence lowered his eyebrows as if telling me to drop it.

“…Ah!”

I looked at Lawrence and smiled faintly.

“Are you sad because I’m leaving? Ah, so you do feel lonely after all….”
“W-what nonsense are you spouting! I feel nothing but relief!”

Lawrence waved his hand dismissively, telling me to stop talking crazy. His agitation was so evident that the alcohol in his glass splashed everywhere.

“You’re right.”

Jalec approached from the side and nodded in agreement.

“That old man cried when you said you were leaving.”

He and Lectar laughed together, recalling how Lawrence had shed tears during their drinking session.

“This senile fool! Who was crying? Not me!”
“You cried when Raon said he was leaving. You said you’d be alone again….”
“Shut your mouth! Want to fight? Huh?”

Lawrence’s face flushed crimson as he glared menacingly at Jalec.

“Would it be alright if I fought you instead? I’ve come up with new inspiration after meditating for several days.”

I chuckled and pointed to myself.

“You stay out of this!”

Lawrence clutched his head, pleading for me to keep quiet.

As everyone enjoyed this pleasant moment, a man appeared at the Rocky Mountain Entrance leading to the Holy Sword Association.

The red-haired man with his eyes covered by a black eye patch twisted his lips upward while draping a tattered dragon robe over his shoulders.

“As I thought… I’ve come to The Facility.”

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