The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 809

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Chapter 809
Kuuuuuung!
The dark night sky above the Holy Sword Association trembled as if it might shatter. The vibrations were so intense that the ground itself seemed to quake.
“W-what is that…?”
Dorian, who had been breathing a sigh of relief after my duel with Darkan ended, looked up at the sky with trembling lips.
“We haven’t even finished celebrating, and now something else is happening!”
He cried out asking if this place was Hell itself, clutching at his own head. He seemed panicked by a situation beyond comprehension.
“T-the sky looks like it’s about to collapse…?”
“Even the moon is shaking. Is it my time to die?”
The Majang Swordmaster and Hyunak Swordmaster swept their gazes across the sky, blinking blankly.
“I’m not entirely sure myself…”
Jalec raised his long eyebrows as he examined the sky.
“But it seems there’s an absurdly powerful monster behind all this.”
His beard trembled as he spoke of sensing a terrifyingly immense power.
“…It’s only a matter of time before the Barrier breaks.”
Lawrence straightened his posture and ran a hand through his hair. His golden eyes wavered as if struck by waves.
“I can’t fathom why it has to be now.”
Lawrence chewed his lips as he looked at Darkan, who bore internal injuries and bled black blood, and Lectar, who hadn’t yet recovered his strength.
“It doesn’t seem like we’re receiving a pleasant visitor.”
Burren swallowed hard and gripped the sword hilt at his waist tightly.
“Sigh, that mad human alone is already irritating, but what is it this time!”
Martha narrowed her brow deeply and clenched her teeth.
“Why do incidents keep breaking out like this!”
She stomped her foot heavily, muttering that only bad things happened to them.
“Raon. Are you alright?”
Lunan Slion paid no mind to the crumbling sky and rushed to support me as I staggered.
“Yeah. I can manage.”
I smiled faintly and shook my head. The duel with Darkan had left me with severe internal injuries, but I could endure thanks to the Ring of Fire.
‘But…’
I exhaled, my breath mingled with the scent of blood, and looked up at the night sky.
‘What exactly is that?’
The sky trembled as if it would split apart from the sheer force pounding against the Barrier, and the constellations twisted.
Seeing even the moon distort, it was undoubtedly a Transcendent, no matter how conservatively I assessed it.
‘And not just any Transcendent.’
The Barrier protecting the Holy Sword Association was created by the first Head of House of Zigheart and his fellow Mages.
If someone could destroy that Barrier, they would possess power that wouldn’t lose to the former Holy Sword Master standing beside me right now.
‘You know who this is, don’t you?’
I narrowed my eyes and turned my gaze toward Wrath.
A moment ago, he had shouted to suppress my anger, and he’d also mentioned that a crazy stalker was chasing us.
I was certain of who was trying to destroy the Barrier.
-Uuugh….
Wrath trembled as he gazed skyward, fear evident in his expression.
‘Wrath!’
-Ugh! Didn’t I tell you! There’s a stalker just as mad as that Mad Woman in the Demon Realm too!
Wrath shrieked, claiming there was a Demon Race member equally as deranged as Merlin.
‘So that stalker chased you here?’
-Looking at that crude aura and behavior, it’s certain!
He shrugged, saying it was obvious from how the creature was smashing through the Barrier with brute force.
‘Then that must be Pride….’
-What nonsense! It’s Rust!
‘Huh?’
I had naturally assumed it was the Lord of Pride, confident in raw strength given how they were destroying the Barrier by force, but the answer that came back was the Lord of Lust.
‘Wait, the Lord of Lust is breaking through the Barrier with pure strength? Not sorcery or magic?’
The answer was so unexpected that I let out an involuntary laugh.
-That’s exactly why I’m saying she’s insane!
Wrath shook his head side to side, insisting that was proof of her abnormality.
The creature, who had always been pale blue, seemed to have turned an even deeper shade of blue.
-Ugh! She was already a nightmare in the Demon Realm, and now she’s chased me all the way here.
Wrath groaned painfully as he recalled his past.
-Everywhere that damned thing goes, everything gets destroyed! My sanctuary…ugh!
He whimpered, saying this place would be ruined too.
‘Hmm, the Lord of Lust seems quite different from what I imagined….’
Listening to Wrath’s words, the Demon Lord outside seemed very different from the one I had pictured.
‘For you to be this terrified, she must be incredibly strong?’
Wrath showed no fear even of Pride, considered the strongest among the Demon Lords, yet he seemed genuinely terrified of Rust, the Lord of Lust.
-She is strong, but that’s not the problem….
Wrath clenched his plump hands tightly, insisting that wasn’t the issue.
-She doesn’t die!
‘What?’
-That damned stalker should definitely still be in the Demon Realm, so why is she here….
He muttered in confusion, biting his lip hard.
‘If she’s a stalker, didn’t she just follow you?’
-Huh…?
Wrath blinked blankly as he looked at me.
-That, that might be it? Damn! That’s very likely!
Wrath trembled violently, seeming genuinely terrified of Rust.
‘This seems more dangerous than I thought.’
Just in case, I pulled my sleeve down to hide Wrath’s ice flower bracelet.
“Hmm….”
Darkan wiped the black blood trickling down to his jaw and nodded.
“I know I just said I’d be leaving, so it’s a bit awkward, but would it be alright if I stayed a while longer?”
He looked at Raon and curled his lips into a smile.
“Something interesting seems to be about to happen.”
Darkan cast his gaze toward the night sky, curious about who would break through the Barrier.
“Sure.”
Raon nodded without hesitation.
‘Having him here is far better than not.’
Darkan currently held favorable feelings toward me.
Though he was an uncontrollable piece, he would become a card I could play in dangerous situations.
“Raon….”
Lectar struggled to his feet and approached Raon.
“I’m sorry.”
He bit his lips until they bled, as if apologizing for his failure to protect him.
“It’s fine.”
Raon shook his head with a faint smile.
“Because you fought first, Grandfather, I was able to understand the Holy Sword Master’s swordsmanship. Without that, I would have died as well.”
These words were not meant to ease Lectar’s guilt. Thanks to him showing me Darkan’s combat style, I had managed to leave a deep impression on that monster.
“You’ve raised a fine grandson. Holy Sword Master.”
Darkan chuckled as he looked at Lectar. He continued to call him Holy Sword Master, as if he truly held no lingering attachment to the Holy Sword Association.
“Indeed. He is more than I deserve.”
Lectar nodded heavily. A fierce flame of determination to protect Raon at all costs blazed in his eyes. It was a conviction different from mere fighting spirit.
“I’d like to tell you to pass on what you don’t deserve, but since I’ve already spoken my piece, there’s nothing I can do. So then, protect your grandson well….”
Darkan drew a twisted smile and raised his hand.
“From that Monster.”
The moment his index finger pointed toward the sky, the full moon split apart, and serpent-like cracks bloomed across it.
Crash!
The Barrier created by the first Head of House Zigheart and his ally shattered, and a violet hole tore open in the sky.
-Oh, she’s coming! Wow! That crazy one is coming! Kyaaaah!
Wrath’s eyes began spinning like lollipops. Despite spending over ten years with this guy, I’d never seen him panic like this.
‘Rust….’
What kind of Demon Lord was she that Wrath feared her so much?
I concentrated my senses toward the split sky, holding both curiosity and dread.
Whoosh!
From within the violet-split crevice, Inyoung in a black robe burst forth.
The hood obscured her face, but she wasn’t particularly tall, and her build was slender.
Though her appearance differed greatly from what I’d imagined, there was something even stranger.
‘I don’t sense the emotion of lust.’
Unlike Wrath, who always displayed the emotion of rage, and Sloth, who spread the emotion of sloth upon waking, Rust did not emanate the emotion of lust.
The power conveyed from her formidable aura was shocking, yet she didn’t seem like a Demon Lord.
It felt like watching a human who had trained their martial arts to the absolute limit.
‘Is that really Rust?’
Raon nodded slowly as he watched Inyoung from the Robe Organization descend toward the ground.
‘She looks just like a martial artist.’
From the way her robe bulged at the waist, she looked like a swordsman who wielded a blade.
-That’s not her true form, you fool.
Wrath trembled with his round hand covering his eyes.
-She’s putting on an act right now!
Unlike the other Demon Lords, she wasn’t revealing herself at all, he said, biting his lip.
-If that madwoman’s hair turns pink, never make eye contact with her! It can affect you too!
Wrath squeezed his eyes shut, telling me to run immediately if Rust revealed her true form.
‘I’ll remember that for now.’
I gazed into the hood of the approaching Rust.
I couldn’t see it clearly, but her hair seemed to be sky blue at the moment.
Click.
Rust ascended onto the ruins of the collapsed building, her footsteps echoing as if she didn’t care about the countless eyes watching her.
Goooooh!
The powerful aura radiating from her froze the Holy Sword Association’s swordsmen in place, unable to even blink.
-D-don’t breathe! The True Demon King’s wrath might leak out!
Wrath screamed that if I just stayed still, no one would know, and absolutely not to provoke her anger.
“Surely….”
Rust’s eyes flashed like the deep blue of the sea from within her black robe.
“I felt it here.”
Her sticky, wine-like voice resonated through the silent Holy Sword Association.
-Ugh!
Wrath raised his round hands to cover his nose and mouth. He seemed determined not to even breathe.
“What did you feel?”
Darkan ran his hand through his hair, looking at Rust’s waist.
“Wrath.”
Wrath’s name flowed damply from Rust’s red lips.
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
Her eyes rolled left and right with absolute certainty, as if she knew everything.
-Kyaaaaaaah!
Wrath couldn’t contain his fear and let out a scream.
“….”
In that moment, Rust’s gaze suddenly fixed on me. It was probably a coincidence, but it felt eerie.
Whoooosh.
It felt like all my clothes were stripped away and my skin was exposed. I was beginning to understand why this was so terrifying.
-Damn! I’ve been found out!
Wrath grabbed his head, saying that while he had hidden his exact location, his presence in this place had been discovered.
-But no matter how much I think about it, something feels off. That madwoman shouldn’t be able to come to this place!
He furrowed his brow, finding it strange that Rust had appeared in this location.
‘Isn’t it possible for a Demon Lord to visit the Human Realm?’
-That’s not it! Look at that!
Wrath pointed at Rust, who was observing the other people, his lips trembling.
-She’s directionally challenged!
‘What…?’
I blinked in disbelief.
‘D-directionally challenged? The Lord of Lust?’
-That’s right! A stalker with no sense of direction!
Wrath shook his head, saying she hadn’t come here knowing anything.
-Even when she first came to the True Demon King’s Castle, she got lost while targeting Grid!
‘Ah….’
I exhaled softly while looking at Rust.
‘Then how did she get here?’
-She must have sensed the anger the True Demon King used when pulling me into the Mental World. She has an incredible sense of smell! Just look at how she smashed through the Barrier instead of using the entrance! She must have been somewhere completely different!
Wrath wrinkled his nose, insisting that Rust absolutely hadn’t tracked him down to get here.
‘So she just happened to be nearby?’
-Exactly!
He waved his arms, saying her luck was absolutely terrible.
“Hmm….”
I swallowed dryly.
‘So what happens now?’
Since Wrath called her a madwoman, her behavior was unpredictable.
While I was thinking about how to proceed, Rust’s gaze, which had been moving ceaselessly, suddenly stopped at one point.
“You….”
But Rust’s eyes weren’t directed at me—they were fixed on Darkan.
“Your scent carries Wrath’s aroma the strongest.”
Rust’s choice seemed already made as she revealed a cold gaze directed at Darkan.
‘Hmm….’
I exhaled quietly while looking at Darkan.
‘Is it because he entered Wrath’s Mental World?’
Darkan had taken a direct hit from anger within Wrath’s Mental World, sustaining a wound to his soul.
Since anger had seeped into both his Kaibyek and the Wrath Sword, it was natural that the strongest anger would be felt from him in this place.
-Stop, that’s enough! That’s enough!
Wrath raised his arms abruptly.
-That madwoman’s attention has turned away! Get out of here now!
He waved his hands frantically, telling everyone to flee.
“I don’t know who Wrath is, but….”
Darkan looked up at Rust and smacked his lips slowly.
“I smell the scent of a swordmaster on you.”
He narrowed his eyes as he gazed at Rust’s waist.
“You must have met Wrath?”
“What swordsmanship are you learning?”
“Where is Wrath?”
“Your realm transcends mortality, but does your swordsmanship as well?”
“Tell me where Wrath is.”
“An unusual blade. A curved sword—it’s been ages.”
“Wrath?”
“Draw your sword.”
“Wrath.”
“Sword.”
Rust and Darkan continued their parallel conversation, staring at each other.
“Are you not human? Communication seems impossible.”
Rust lifted the hem of her robe at her waist. She drew a slender curved blade from its sheath, the tip curled upward.
“Kuh, what a sharp blade aura!”
Darkan’s mouth split into a grin at the prospect of tasting new swordsmanship.
Kugugugugugu!
A Demon Lord obsessed with Wrath and a warrior obsessed with the blade—absurdly, a battle between two eccentrics was beginning.
“Wow.”
My eyes grew distant and vacant.
“My heart swells with grandeur….”

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