The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 811

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Chapter 811

Roooooar!

I gathered Wrath into my palm and lowered my gaze. I was prepared to unleash it the moment Darkan found himself in danger during this duel.

-No, you cannot do this!

Wrath grabbed my wrist with his round hand.

-That madman won’t fall for your tricks, I tell you!
‘Even if persuasion fails, I have a way out. Don’t worry.’

I shook my head calmly.

-That won’t work, I’m telling you!

Wrath thumped his own chest in frustration.

-That stalker won’t listen to reason! He’ll knock you unconscious and drag you to the Demon Realm!

He turned his gaze toward Rust and ground his teeth.

-Just look at how he talks to that moth! Is that what intelligent beings call conversation? They’re nothing but beasts!

Wrath furrowed his brow, insisting that beings like Darkan and Rust couldn’t be controlled.

‘It’s fine.’

I tapped Wrath’s protruding head gently.

-You’re just as crazy as those two! I thought you’d lost your mind when you suddenly started looking for flowers, but you’ve truly gone mad!

Wrath snorted as he looked at the red flowers the Ancestor had planted.

-Hmm, but these flowers… they’re rather peculiar.

He narrowed his eyes as he examined the Zigheart Ancestor’s flower closely.

-It’s living a life longer than even the Elves. It seems to be because it shares its own vitality and accepts the vitality of other creatures.

Wrath smacked his lips as he observed that the Zigheart Ancestor’s flower was purifying the land’s vitality.

-How did you find such a spiritual entity?
‘The Zigheart Ancestor planted it.’

Raon answered Wrath and then looked up at the sky above the Holy Sword Association.
The barrier that Rust had torn through was slowly mending itself. That too seemed to be the flower’s doing.

‘What exactly is that person…?’

What is he fighting against?

The Zigheart Ancestor said this place must become the final stronghold and planted this flower. I can’t fathom what he truly desires.

‘Has the battle already ended? Or…?’

I furrowed my brow, recalling the crimson eyes of the Zigheart Ancestor that I had last seen.
A thousand years flowed like a river between his time and mine, so perhaps everything had already concluded.

But if his plan continued to this day, there was still a possibility that a great calamity would unfold in the future.

‘There’s no way to know for certain…’
-Yamah!

Just as I was contemplating the Ancestor, Wrath flicked a chestnut at my head.

-What are you doing?! That moth bastard is about to collapse! Run, you fool!

Wrath’s tail trembled as he urged me to flee. He looked like a frightened cat.

-If Rust catches you, the True Demon King might be ripped from your body alive!
‘There’s no need to worry.’

I smiled faintly and lowered my hand.

‘If my plan goes as intended, everything should end well. Probably.’
-Probably? Probably? PROBABLY?

Wrath shook his head, telling me to stop spouting madness.

-The True Demon King’s life hangs in the balance!
‘That’s reassuring, then.’

I smirked and raised my hand, gathering the wrath within my grasp.

‘Because I’ve staked my life on this too.’

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Kwaaaang!

Darkan bit his lip as he was forced back by Rust’s blade strike.

‘My breath is beginning to fail me.’

Physical wounds could be endured through mental fortitude, but soul wounds inflicted in the Mental World could not be withstood, no matter how resolute one’s will. He could feel his strength gradually depleting.

‘What a waste.’

The female swordmaster before him was among the strongest warriors I had ever encountered.
The countless eons she had spent honing her swordsmanship were evident in every movement, and it was deeply regrettable that I could not face her at full strength.

“Are you satisfied now?”

Rust tilted her chin toward Darkan.

“Tell me. Where is Wrath?”

She raised her azure eyes, implying that if he told her that much, she would let him go.

“Wrath. Wrath….”

Darkan smacked his lips briefly, recalling the azure entity he had encountered within the Mental World.

‘That must be Wrath.’

Considering the Dragon Lord’s reaction to Wrath and that colossal soul he had witnessed today, the being known as Wrath was undoubtedly a Demon Lord.
The female swordmaster before him was likely a similar existence.

Most humans would be shocked and flustered, or spread rumors, but he harbored no such interest.
All that mattered was whether one’s swordsmanship was formidable or not.

Even if the Demon Race brought ruin upon the world, he could find satisfaction in witnessing new sword techniques.

‘But….’

Not now.

Raon Zigheart. That boy was different from any warrior I had ever witnessed.

Even Glen Zigheart, who came closest to the Sword Saint, the Heavenly Demon who had displayed absolute power, and the azure Demon Lord who possessed that immense soul—none of them seemed capable of reaching that boy’s limits.

‘That’s why I want to keep him alive.’

What I sensed from that female swordmaster was excessive obsession. Her yearning for Raon rivaled my own passion for the sword, and if he were captured, it seemed unlikely to yield a favorable outcome.

“Not yet.”

Darkan shook his head and straightened his posture. Blood welled up his throat from the soul wound and internal injuries, but he swallowed it back with a smile.

“I have not yet witnessed the end of your blade.”
“How persistent. You could make this easier by simply telling me Wrath’s location.”
“I’m not the type to prefer easy paths.”
“Fine. I’ll keep you alive just long enough to speak your final words. After that, you’ll certainly die.”

Rust grasped her elongated curved sword, her cold gaze flashing with lethal intent.

Kuuuuaaaaaaa!

Her sword extended endlessly, covering all directions of heaven and earth. It seemed as though the entire Holy Sword Association lay upon the blade of her weapon.

“Excellent!”

Darkan burst into hearty laughter upon witnessing Rust’s sword strike—one that seemed ready to tear through his very flesh and bone.
Even as a chilling murderous intent approached, admiration for her transcendent swordsmanship erupted first.

‘The pinnacle of flowing and transforming sword techniques. I cannot even fathom how many times she has wielded her blade.’

That woman’s natural talent for swordsmanship was not particularly exceptional.
Yet her dedication seemed to surpass even my own efforts—and perhaps even Glen Zigheart’s.

‘Beautiful swordsmanship indeed. However….’

What I wished to see lay beyond that.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

Darkan severed the connection of the Divine Sword and focused on his Mental World.
He drew forth the soul-forged blade he had tempered within his mind and advanced toward the cascading true strikes of her flowing swordsmanship.

‘It is the same.’

Just as with the blue Demon Lord he had encountered within the Mental World, this female swordmaster radiated an immeasurable, boundless soul.
As expected, she too was a Demon Lord.

‘Once more….’

Even facing the thick, impenetrable soul that could not be severed by the soul-blade, Darkan did not lose his smile.

‘A true challenger!’

He regarded himself as the challenger and brought down his soul-blade with the resolve to fight until the very end.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

A black flash gleamed from Darkan’s grip.
The further refined soul-blade pierced through Rust’s steadfast body and spirit, revealing its keen edge toward the depths of her very soul.

Screeeech!

Darkan continued to swing his Divine Sword even as his entire body was being sliced by the Transcendent Sword.

Shing!

His Divine Sword, wounded in its very soul, proved too weak to sever the Demon Lord’s soul.
Yet because he refused to yield until the end, Rust was also sent reeling backward by the tremendous impact.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Though Rust’s body bore no visible wounds, a rosy mist bloomed from behind her back.
It was a color entirely different from the aura she had wielded until now.

‘Hmm…?’

Darkan swallowed hard as he observed Rust’s strange appearance.

‘What is this…?’

Pink ordinarily evoked warmth and affection, yet the rosy light emanating from this woman was suffused only with dread and unease.

Whoooosh!

Rust’s blue hair transformed into pale pink as a tremendous malevolence surged across the entire Holy Sword Association.

“Human…”

Rust exhaled violently, baring her pale fangs.

“You have touched what should never be touched.”

For the first time, she did not invoke Wrath’s name, her voice dripping with a viscous, adhesive quality. It was a cold tone, yet strangely, I found myself wanting to hear more.

“As a slave who cannot escape even death… wait?”

Rust suddenly stopped mid-motion as she was about to discard her robe, her gaze shifting abruptly. She looked up at the mountain beyond the city, her lips trembling.

“Wrath. Wrath!”

Rust forgot her own anger and erased the pink aura, rushing toward the mountain.

“T-there!”

Lectar’s eyes widened. The strange entity had moved toward the mountain Raon had climbed moments before.

“Damn it!”

He strained to turn his body and follow Rust.

“There’s no need.”

Darkan shook his head as he collapsed onto the spot.

“Lectar, going won’t help.”

He lowered his hand, dismissing the notion as pointless.

“Your grandson deliberately summoned that monster. It means he can handle it.”

Darkan chuckled thinly, reassuring him there was nothing to worry about.

“Even so…”

Lectar clenched his fists, gazing toward the mountain where Raon was.

“I must go. He’s my grandson.”

He pressed his lips firmly together and walked toward the mountain.

“You speak only what’s right, befitting Raon’s grandfather.”

Martha supported Lectar from behind, her lips curving upward.

“We’ll go as well.”

Burren nodded, agreeing to accompany them.

“To the very end.”

Lunan, rarely raising his voice, took the lead.

“R-Raon doesn’t seem to really need us…”

Dorian’s eyes darted about, but ultimately he followed behind Lectar as well.

“I see.”

Darkan, sprawled out in a relaxed pose, laughed weakly.

“There’s so much I don’t understand beyond the sword.”

He closed his eyes and smacked his lips.

“But that’s comfortable enough, I suppose.”

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Whoooosh!

I swallowed hard as I watched Rust, who had already drawn close, appear before my eyes.

‘Has she regained her senses?’

Moments ago, Rust had been about to reveal her true form under the pressure of Darkan’s Divine Sword, but the instant she sensed Wrath’s fury, she snapped back to awareness and flew here.
It was an obsession bordering on pathological.

“Wrath?”

Rust’s lips trembled faintly as she gazed at me.

“Is it really you…?”

Her eyes held both suspicion and joy simultaneously.

“So I’ve finally come this far.”

I held my hands behind my back, wrapped in the subtle fury I had witnessed from Wrath in the Mental World.

-W-when did you see that posture?!

Wrath’s mouth fell open in utter disbelief.

“It was strange from the moment I first saw you. It was the first time my gaze was drawn to a human without my knowing.”

Rust clenched the back of her hand as she spoke of the moment our eyes had met during the duel.

“Are you really Wrath?”
“Judge for yourself based on what you feel.”

I spoke in Wrath’s manner with dry eyes that suggested it didn’t matter whether she believed me or not.

-Kgh….

Wrath’s hands trembled violently.

-This damned bastard is acting like the True Demon King again! But….

He shook his head with a twisted grin.

-It won’t work on that madwoman!

Wrath chuckled, finding Rust’s obsession far too amusing.

“Why are you in human form?”

Rust’s eyes grew sharp and cold. Whether I was Wrath or not, she seemed ready to seize the moment.

‘Dangerous.’

I suppressed my violently pounding heart and exhaled slowly.
I had to maintain Wrath’s act while avoiding being caught by Rust.

“This body is a vessel of the True Demon King’s subordinate.”

I placed my hand over my chest and nodded softly.

-I won’t take a madman like you as my subordinate!

Wrath shook his head in absolute refusal.

“A subordinate? You came all the way to the Human Realm for such a young human?”

Rust narrowed her eyes sharply.

“When a king looks after his subordinates, does race and age truly matter?”

I recalled Wrath in his serious moments and fixed him with a cold gaze.

“Yes. You were that kind of king….”

Rust laughed softly, as if remembering the past. It seemed she was beginning to believe he truly was Wrath.
At the same time, a deep hunger began to fill her eyes.

-Huh…?

Wrath blinked blankly.

-Y-you’re actually falling for this?

He opened his mouth in a dumbfounded expression.

-No, wait! She can’t fall for this!

Wrath trembled, muttering that if she did, he’d eventually be caught.

“Wrath. I….”

Rust licked her red lips and lowered her gaze. It felt like watching a young animal drenched in rain. A strange heat radiated through her entire body, and she began to feel the urge to stroke and embrace him with her hands.

‘Is this lust?’

Since Rust had said she disliked Wrath using his Demon Lord’s authority, it seemed a very faint power had activated without her realizing it.

Whoooooosh!

As I resonated with the Ring of Fire, the oppressive heat that had been suffocating my body began to dissipate, and my mind gradually cleared.

-You fool!

Wrath’s eyes narrowed in disdain.

-You can’t even properly suppress your lust, and look at the state you’re in! Get your head straight!

He shook his head, muttering that if I got dragged away, it would all be over.

‘Thanks for the encouragement.’
-That’s not encouragement! If you get caught, everything ends!
‘Either way.’

I steadied my breathing slowly and regained my composure.

“Did you follow the True Demon King all the way here?”
“Yes. Only to find you.”

Rust nodded, as if that explained everything.

“After searching through the entire Demon Realm, I somehow ended up ascending to the Human Realm. I happened to discover your traces in a dungeon and became certain you were here. It seems we truly are bound by fate.”

She spoke the long sentence in one breath, her eyes sparkling with joy.

‘Hmm….’

I narrowed my eyes, pondering Rust’s words.

‘She really is directionally challenged.’

Rust spoke as if she had ascended by chance rather than deliberately pursuing Wrath to the Human Realm.
It seemed she had truly gotten lost and wandered all the way here.

‘But if it’s a dungeon….’

Could it be Roengrin’s Dungeon?

Both the anger of Wrath from the past and the anger of Wrath in the present lingered there, so it seemed I had found traces within that space.

“Wrath. Let us return together.”

Rust extended her snow-white hand toward Raon.

“If I have you, that is all I need….”
“The True Demon King has matters that must be attended to.”

Raon shook his head while continuing to mimic Wrath’s appearance.

“When all is finished, I shall return. Do not rush me.”
“All? What do you mean by all?”

Rust’s gaze grew cold and sharp. Looking at her eyes, which had turned murky in color, it seemed she would suppress anything with sheer force alone.

-Did the True Demon King not speak clearly!

Wrath shook his head, his shoulders trembling.

-That madwoman doesn’t understand words! She’s not asking because she expects an answer!

He beat the ground and wailed that everything was over.

“Why do you chase after the True Demon King?”

Raon lowered his chin calmly without showing any alarm.

“That is….”

Rust froze mid-lunge, her body still poised to attack.

“Because the True Demon King spoke the words you wished to hear.”

Raon turned his gaze slowly.

‘The answer was already there.’

Wrath said that Rust disliked his power, and that he had spoken certain words to make her follow him.
Thinking about it in reverse, I could roughly guess what kind of conversation had transpired between the two Demon Lords.

“That’s right….”

Rust nodded heavily.

“He told me to become a person called Wrath, not Lust.”

She nodded, saying that his words had been a great comfort to her.

“That’s why we should go together! Just as you comforted me, this time I’ll comfort you! I can even give you the entire Demon Realm!”

Rust clasped both hands together, saying she could do anything for him. Her pupils spun like whirlpools, rotating rapidly.
She seemed about to move her body from excessive excitement.

‘She’s losing her reason again.’

Looking at Rust’s eyes, it seemed that in just a moment she would reach a state where words wouldn’t get through. I had to end this situation as quickly as possible.

-Didn’t the True Demon King say so! I told you that won’t work! You only provoked her more!

Wrath shook his own sleeve, asking what he was going to do.

“Do you think the True Demon King would be satisfied with such trivial matters?”

I pushed Wrath aside and shook my head curtly.

“I don’t need the Demon Realm! I can do anything you want!”

Rust bit her lips hard.

“And now I can’t hold back even if I wanted to. I’ll take you with me by force!”

She cried out that she had reached her limit, her neck trembling violently.

Whoooooosh!

Rust’s eyes and hair shifted to a pink hue. From those soft, tender rose-pink eyes emanated a desire so intense that my very soul trembled.
It seemed the true power of the Lord of Lust was revealing itself.

“When do you think this flower was planted?”

I swirled the ring of fire with fervor, pointing to the flower the Ancestor had planted while enduring Rust’s aura that threatened to burst my heart.

“….”

For the first time, Rust’s gaze shifted away from me. She tilted her head, looking at the crimson petals.

“I don’t know. It seems incredibly old, but I don’t care.”

Rust shook her head, as if uninterested, though she too had noticed the Ancestor’s flower was no ordinary plant.

“The True Demon King planted this flower in the year he first met you.”

I gazed at the crimson flower with affectionate eyes.

“Ah….”

The moment Rust heard those words, the power of lust blooming across her entire body subsided.
Her eyes sparkled with blue light once more.

“Really? You mean it?”
“Can’t you see for yourself?”

I told an outright lie without the slightest change in expression.
My eyes and the corners of my mouth remained perfectly still, as if speaking absolute truth.

“For me… you did that for me….”

Rust, moved to tears, covered her own mouth with the hand she had been about to attack with.

-What insane nonsense is this!

Wrath’s cheeks quivered in disbelief.

-Your ancestor planted it, didn’t they!
‘The Ancestor will surely forgive me.’

I gazed up at the sky and winked with one eye. Since this was to escape the Demon King, I was certain the Ancestor would understand.

-You wretched bastard! Betraying the Ancestor? You will receive divine punishment—no, demonic retribution!

Wrath seized his own head, screaming that he would go mad and jump eight feet high.

“When I first came here, this place was as desolate and dark as your heart. It took an incredibly long time to restore even this much vitality.”

I recalled the pitch-black mountain I had seen in the Ancestor’s memories and furrowed my brow.

“You still need time, and so does the True Demon King.”

I lowered my gaze, saying that now was not the time.

“When that day comes, the True Demon King will seek you out first, so wait for it.”

I shook my head heavily as I told him to wait.

-Nooooooo!

Wrath let out a piercing shriek.

-What nonsense are you spouting! I will never go! I’d rather die!

He grabbed his own collar and shook himself, demanding why I would make such a promise.

“….”

Rust trembled as she gazed upon the mountain brimming with crimson flowers and vitality. Her expression suggested she was wrestling with many conflicting thoughts.

“…How can I trust that? You’ve always run away!”

She bit her lip, sensing that such an opportunity would never come again.

“Trust is necessary, then….”

Raon drew a faint smile and slowly lowered his gaze.

“Then let us do this instead.”

He extended the wrist bearing Wrath’s ice flower bracelet toward Rust.

“Give me your power. I shall take it as a token of our promise.”

He spoke with such confidence, demanding her power while lifting his chin proudly.

“Ah….”

The moment Rust heard his request for her power, tears glistened in her eyes as she pressed her hands together. It seemed she was finally beginning to trust him.

‘Hooked.’

I clenched my fist tightly. I had prevented Wrath from being taken away, and now I could obtain the power of lust as well.
The result was even more perfect than my plan.

-W-wait, how did this happen?

Wrath trembled violently as he observed Raon’s composed expression.

-T-this is terrifying! There’s an even greater lunatic here than Rust!

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