The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 805

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Chapter 805

“You’re not considering it?”

I stood beside Lawrence and tapped the sheath of the Heavenly Sword.

“Considering what?”

Lawrence tilted his head, pausing mid-sip of his drink.

“Like I said earlier. Let’s have a sparring match after all this time.”

I shrugged my shoulders while looking at Lawrence.

“…That wasn’t a joke?”

Lawrence’s hand trembled as he held the wine glass, and he let out a hollow sigh.

“I don’t make jokes about sparring.”

I nodded firmly, insisting I was completely serious.

“Sigh…”

Lawrence set his cup down on the table and released a long breath.

“The taste of the drink just vanished.”

He muttered that he felt dizzy, then bit into the roasted chicken leg on his plate in one bite.

“My appetite’s gone too.”
-If your appetite’s gone, offer that chicken leg to the True Demon King!

Wrath gestured eagerly, telling me to bring him the roasted chicken leg that Lawrence had set aside.

‘You shouldn’t take what belongs to others.’

I shook my head and retrieved roasted chicken legs from the buffet behind me.

-What…?

Wrath stared at me with eyes that seemed utterly dumbfounded.

-You, you truly have no conscience! How can such words come from your mouth!

He let out a sharp cry as his anger flared anew.

-Conscience is originally shaped like a sharp triangle, piercing the chest with each wicked deed. But yours has gone beyond becoming dull—it’s become as soft and fluffy as the feathers of those angel bastards….

I stuffed the roasted chicken leg into Wrath’s mouth to silence him.
The tender meat and the savory umami-rich chili sauce harmonized perfectly, spreading happiness throughout my entire mouth.

-This filthy human… Hmm, delicious.

The moment Wrath tasted the chicken leg, his furrowed brow relaxed and a flush rose to his cheeks.
Indeed, delicious food was the best way to quell the Demon King’s anger.

“It hasn’t even been a week since your last match.”

Lawrence frowned as he watched me chewing the chicken leg.

“Your injuries haven’t even healed yet, and you want to spar….”
“I’m fully recovered.”

I tapped my chest and shook my head.

“Don’t lie! It wasn’t just external wounds—your internal injuries were severe!”

Lawrence wrinkled his nose, insisting he wouldn’t be fooled.

“I’m serious.”

Lectar approached Lawrence’s side and lowered his gaze.

“I’ve confirmed it myself. Both internal and external injuries have healed cleanly.”

He told me to check for myself, gesturing with his chin.

“H-how is that possible? You coughed up black blood?”

Lawrence grabbed my wrist, his voice filled with disbelief.

“You’re really completely healed…?”

After examining my condition directly, his jaw dropped.

“H-how is this even…?”
“I suppose I have a rather sturdy constitution.”

I chuckled and rotated my shoulders.

“Sturdy constitution?! Are you a troll or something!”

Lawrence muttered that it was incomprehensible, his jaw trembling.

-It’s not that this guy is talented; those foolish Demon Lords just showered him with gifts!

Wrath snorted, insisting I wasn’t naturally gifted.

‘Among them, the Demon Lord of Wrath gave the most.’
-Ugh, that’s…

He couldn’t refute and merely trembled his shoulders.

“Since you’ve confirmed I’m fine, shall we spar?”

I suggested we begin immediately, pointing toward the back of the Training Ground.

“Why are you so obsessed with sparring! No matter how much of a genius you are, you couldn’t have reached transcendence in a week! The result will be the same!”

Lawrence shook his head vigorously, saying it would be meaningless.

“The result may be the same, but it could still serve as an opportunity for growth.”
“An opportunity for growth? Now that you mention it, you said you meditated?”

He narrowed his eyes as he looked at Raon.

“Yes. A little….”
“Not a little—you’ve been at it all day.”

Martha shook her head from where she stood behind Raon.

“Meditating all day?”
“That’s right. Ever since I sparred with you, I’ve done nothing but meditate day and night in the corner of the Training Ground.”
“Yeah. I thought you were sleeping sitting up.”

Lunan nodded in agreement with Martha’s words.

“Why suddenly meditate? Did that old raccoon teach you meditation techniques or something?”

Lawrence pointed at Jalec, who was conversing with Dorian.

“No. I just found it easier to concentrate.”

I shook my head calmly.

-Of course concentration comes easy! You got that trait!

Wrath frowned, still irritated thinking about it.

-You’ll face divine punishment one day… hmm, delicious.

I silenced Wrath by feeding him another piece of roasted chicken leg from what remained.

‘Well, he’s not wrong.’

Thanks to the Mirror of Clarity, mental training had become much easier.

To properly train in the Mental World, one needs concentration similar to what’s required in actual combat.

Even with my concentration trait, I had failed many times, but acquiring the Mirror of Clarity significantly increased my success rate.

Though not for extended periods, entering the Mental World once a day to refine my swordsmanship allowed me to organize the subtle techniques I had lacked and lay a foundation to advance further.

“You certainly look like you’ve gained something,” Lawrence said.

Lawrence twisted his lips in disgust.

“But not today! I feel like I see your face more than your grandfather’s!”

He shook his head, saying that my face had become more familiar to him than Lectar’s, whom he’d known his entire life.

“Then, to commemorate how familiar we’ve become, shall we spar….”
“You parasitic bastard! Get lost!”

Lawrence threw an empty plate at me, refusing to let go.

“Just one match. Come on, do it.”

Jalec caught the plate and snapped his fingers.

“You’ll miss this noise later.”
“The old man doesn’t know. That guy… no, wait! You know well too! If I spar with him, the whole night disappears!”

Lawrence glared, insisting it was absolutely impossible.

“Hm? Then would Master Jalec spar with me instead?”

I grinned and extended my hand toward Jalec. The Holy Sword Association was wonderful—there were masters everywhere I looked.

“I, I have a bit of back pain….”

The moment it became his problem, Jalec refused immediately, tapping his hunched back.

“Hm?”

Dorian tilted his head, looking at Jalec.

“Master, your back is fine right now, isn’t it? There’s nothing you particularly need….”
“Shut your mouth!”

Jalec blocked Dorian’s insight and furrowed his white brows deeply.

“Look! When it’s his own business, his words change!”

Lawrence snorted, as if he’d expected this.

“Then how about the two of you each have a match?”

Raon licked his lips, eager for another sparring session.

“Ah! I, I didn’t mention that.”

Jalec cut off Raon’s words with a hollow laugh.

“If the day comes when you wage all-out war against the White Blood Cult, contact this man.”

He locked eyes with Raon and Martha before pointing to Lawrence.

“He said he’d definitely come and help.”
“Helping is what the old man would do, not me.”

Lawrence shook his head calmly.

“I have my own vengeance to pursue, so it’s not helping—it’s fighting together.”

His eyes grew solemn as he spoke of avenging his mother, who had been a Nanny.

“That’s right.”

Martha smiled faintly, meeting Lawrence’s gaze. She seemed to empathize with him, for they shared a common enemy in the White Blood Cult Master.

“I’ll definitely call on you, so please come.”
“Of course. And, ahem! You can also call on me for other matters too….”

Lawrence muttered that he’d help if he felt like it, his eyes darting away.

“Thank you.”

I bowed respectfully, sensing what Lawrence truly meant.

—Did the Steel Leech’s effect activate? Why would someone whose blood was drained help us!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, saying the title’s effect was already kicking in.

‘That’s probably not it.’

I shook my head as I gazed into Lawrence’s eyes, which burned with sincerity.

“We don’t know what it is, but call us too!”
“If it’s a fight alongside you, I’ll go anywhere!”

The Majang Swordmaster and Hyunak Swordmaster, who had sparred with me daily, raised their hands, insisting they would help.

“Hehe.”

Lectar drew a subtle smile, seeming pleased at how people gathered around me.

“I understand.”

I nodded with a smile. The greatest treasure I’d gained since coming to the Holy Sword Association wasn’t growth in power or swordsmanship—it was these people.

‘Oma wasn’t entirely evil either.’

Thanks to them, I’d learned that not everyone in Oma was wicked.

‘Of course, he’s the exception.’

Derus Robert. That demon fiend who summoned even an archangel to spread malice across the world—I would kill him with my own hands, no matter what circumstances surrounded him.

As I clenched my fist, renewing my vow of vengeance once more—

-These foods really are… hm?

Wrath stopped savoring the aroma of the food and furrowed his brow.

“Wait, could it be…?”

Almost simultaneously, Lectar swallowed hard as he looked toward the entrance.

“Grandfather?”

Raon cautiously approached Lectar’s side.

“Why are you—”
“Step back. No, leave this place!”

Lectar waved his hand at Raon without even turning his gaze.

“Right now!”

He cried out for me to leave this place, his eyes twisting with urgency.

“But why—”

Raon retreated, following Lectar’s gesture, and extended his senses outward.

‘What…?’

From the entrance leading to Stone Mountain, an indescribable, colossal aura emanated forth.

‘This presence…’

Within a power so formidable it brought Glen to mind, familiarity bloomed. No—it was definitely someone I had encountered before.
No, it was definitely someone he had met before.

“The Holy Sword Master?”

Though the magnitude and flow of the aura had changed, the essence of the previous Holy Sword Master was unmistakable.

“Lawrence, Jalec!”

Lectar called out their names, grinding his teeth.

“Get the children out through the back corridor!”

He spoke of a different passage—not toward Stone Mountain—and bit his lip.

“Yes, understood!”

Lawrence, too, seemed to sense the presence of the previous Holy Sword Master, his jaw trembling as he gestured for Raon and his group to follow.

“There’s no time to explain! Hurry!”

He shouted for me to follow, then immediately turned his back.

But I didn’t follow Lawrence. I remained rooted in place.

‘It’s already too late.’

Just as I had seen the Holy Sword Master, he was seeing me as well.

“Raon! What are you doing! Hurry….”
“Where would I go?”

As Lawrence grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away, a split voice echoed from the center of the Banquet Hall.

Whoooosh!

A red-haired man descended with a sharp gust of wind. An eye patch covered his eyes, and tattered robes draped his form. The Holy Sword Master. The evil spirit of the sword I thought dead had returned.

‘But that one….’

Something was different.

The aura of the Holy Sword Master, who once possessed only overwhelming momentum, now carried a peculiar gentleness. The essence remained the same, yet he seemed like a different person entirely.

“Darkan….”

Lectar bit his lips as he spoke the name of the previous Holy Sword Master.

“It’s been a long time, Lectar. Or should I call you the Holy Sword Master now?”

Despite the black eye patch, Darkan turned his head toward where Lectar stood.

“You were alive?”
“By good fortune.”

He spoke of it being a narrow escape and drew a small smile.

“Why are you only showing up now?”
“My soul was being torn apart until the very end, and I had things to think about. But….”

Darkan answered the question while slowly turning his chin. He twisted his lips upward as he gazed at Raon and his companions standing behind Lawrence.

“I can’t tell if this is the Holy Sword Association or Zigheart.”

Darkan immediately saw through the disguises of Raon’s group and revealed a chilling smile.

“It seems you and that child were not on ordinary terms, just as I suspected.”

He spoke words that suggested he had been doubting the relationship between Raon and Lectar.

“That is….”
“Ah, it’s fine.”

Darkan waved his hand calmly.

“You’re the Holy Sword Master now, aren’t you? The position of Rion Lord can only be held once. There’s no need for the Rion Lord to explain himself to me.”
“Do you mean that sincerely?”

Lectar lowered his eyebrows as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Of course. The swordsmanship I received while sitting in the position of Rion Lord was quite appealing, but now it holds no meaning.”

Darkan waved his hand, indicating he had no lingering attachment to the position of Rion Lord.

“Because I’ve found a new goal and prey.”

A strange hunger flickered within the black eye patch he wore.

“You….”

I stepped forward in front of Lawrence and bit my lip.

“How are you alive?”

Regardless of what others might think, the Holy Sword Master had been standing right in front of Glen. I couldn’t understand how he had survived.

“Raon Zigheart. Yes. An explanation would have meaning for you, wouldn’t it?”

Darkan naturally already knew my identity.

“Your Head of House was greedy. He wasn’t targeting just me—he was after all the leaders of Oma.”

He stroked his stone-mountain-like jaw as he continued.

“If Glen had wielded a perfected Mental Sword or targeted only me, I would have died. But he thought of too many things to protect all of you. Thanks to that, I managed to survive, however shamefully.”
“Shamefully?”
“Yes. Seeing that beautiful Mental Sword, I thought I could die without regret. But I also wanted to unfold that sword with my own hands. So I split my own soul to barely endure it.”

Despite confessing his own shamelessness, Darkan let out a deep, resonant laugh.

“My soul was torn away mercilessly, but I survived. Even now, thinking about it makes me dizzy. A Mental Sword that severs the soul! I was satisfied with the Demon Sword and never even imagined such a realm. There’s no other way to describe it but madness.”

He spoke with excessive excitement, drawing out his words before releasing a grotesque laugh.

“Then your eyes too, back then….”

I bit my lip as I looked at the Holy Sword Master’s black eye patch.
If he harbored resentment over those eyes, I might not have made it back alive today.

“No. That’s not it.”

Darkan shook his head firmly.

“As I recovered from the soul’s wounds, I kept recalling your Head of House’s sword. A Mental Sword that severs the soul. Chasing that image, I traversed the Mental World countless times. But no matter what I did, it never came into my grasp.”

As his words multiplied, a chilling sensation began creeping up my spine.

“I went back to the beginning and reconsidered. An invisible sword. A sword that severs the soul. A sword of the mind. Originally, it’s a sword that can’t be seen or grasped. So….”

Darkan split his lips into a grotesque smile.

“I gouged out my eyes.”

He removed his black eye patch. Both of his eye sockets were indeed torn out raw, as if he had literally extracted his own eyes.

“Gasp!”
“Ah….”
“That, that is….”

Even the swordmasters of the Holy Sword Association trembled, their lips quivering at the shocking sight of a living eye being torn out.

“Now I see it. What the Heart Sword truly is.”

Yet Darkan laughed, satisfied with the result.

-I always knew he was mad, but to this extent….

Wrath bit his lip, calling Darkan a man as tiresome as himself.

“But you haven’t reached the same level as your grandfather. That’s why you interest me so much.”

Darkan gazed at Raon, licking his lips.

“If I study you, I believe I can achieve results like his.”
“Stand down!”
“Raon! Come behind me!”

Lawrence and Jalec stepped forward to shield Raon, blocking Darkan’s gaze.

“Ha….”

Darkan’s excitement seemed to fade as he sighed and shook his head.

“Destruction Technique and Heart Eye. You two are of no interest to me.”

He exhaled a voice thick with murderous intent and extended his hand.

Boom!

Lawrence and Jalec couldn’t withstand Darkan’s tremendous aura and were driven straight into the ground.
Black blood sprayed from both their mouths.

“What I want is that child….”
“Then what of me?”

Lectar stood before Raon, his gaze serene and unwavering.

“You must have sensed the changes within me as well?”
“Of course.”

Darkan’s lips curled upward once more.

“Your growth astounds even me. It seems you’ve attained enlightenment through a path different from my own.”

He nodded with evident delight, his smile radiant.

“Had I remained in that state, I might have truly fallen to you.”

Darkan’s voice rose with exhilaration.

“Shall we begin at once?”

As he flicked his fingers, Jalec’s fallen blade rose from the ground and settled into his grasp.

“Grandfather!”

Raon called out to Lectar, unable to restrain himself.

“Did I not tell you? I will protect you even if it costs me my life.”

Lectar turned to Raon with a reassuring smile.

“Grandfather, is it? How my desire grows even more intense.”

Though Darkan’s eyes had vanished, his hunger remained—and it had only grown more vicious.

“This time, I shall not yield.”

Lectar drew his blade and took his stance before Darkan.

“Then satisfy me.”

Darkan rested his sword across his shoulder, tilting his chin upward.

The moment Lectar and Darkan’s breathing stopped, both of their blades extended simultaneously.

Claaaaaang!

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