The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 812

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Chapter 812

“My authority….”

Rust gazed at Raon’s wrist and swallowed hard.

“You really mean to accept my authority?”

She asked again, her eyes vacant with disbelief.

“The True Demon King does not speak with a forked tongue.”

Raon remained vigilant to the end, speaking words that Wrath would have uttered.

“As a token of our covenant, I shall accept your authority.”
“Even the authority I despise….”

Rust’s blue eyes glistened with emotion. Now she seemed truly convinced that she was Wrath.

“Thank you….”

Rust drew a faint smile across her face—a visage that bore Wrath’s resemblance—her gratitude genuine and profound.

“There is no need for thanks.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

‘I never imagined this would actually happen….’

To receive a Demon Lord’s authority while appearing magnanimous about it—even I found the situation absurd.

-Krrrrgh….

Wrath let out a whimper like a starving dog.

-W-why is this happening?! I’m losing my mind!

He still couldn’t understand and let out a cry of frustration.

-Why do the Demon Lords keep becoming pushovers whenever they encounter this bastard?!

Wrath flailed his hands about wildly, saying he’d go mad.

‘And you’re the biggest pushover of them all.’

I smiled faintly and gestured to Wrath.

-Eeeeek!

Wrath could no longer offer a rebuttal and merely bit his lips.

‘But why are you so angry?’

I tilted my head as I watched Wrath transform into strawberry-flavored cotton candy.

‘I freed you from Rust just as you wanted.’
-W-wanted? When did the True Demon King ever want such a thing!

Wrath’s eyes widened in disbelief.

-You made a promise pretending to be me on your own! And you ask why I’m angry?! Do you have a hole in your head?! You psychopathic sword maniac!

He trembled his jaw, saying he’d gone insane from training with nothing but swords.

-Ugh! You take responsibility! Whether it’s with Rust or any other Demon Lord, you handle it all!

Wrath shook his head, insisting he would absolutely not keep his promise.

‘I figured as much.’

I nodded calmly.

-Huh?

Wrath’s eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected response.

‘I feel guilty about it too. But it was more important that you didn’t leave.’
-So, was the True Demon King really that precious to you?
‘Of course. It’s been over ten years of both affection and irritation.’

I gazed at Wrath and offered a subtle smile.

-So, even the True Demon King has grown somewhat fond of you… Hak!

Wrath rolled his eyes and parted his lips to speak, then slapped his own cheek instead.

-Dangerous! If I had let my guard down even slightly, the True Demon King would have fallen for your silver tongue!

He touched his reddened cheek and exhaled roughly. A Demon Lord playing both the drum and the janggu all by himself.

-It’s not the True Demon King you need, but the True Demon King’s power!

Wrath narrowed his eyes, insisting he saw through everything.

‘If that were true, it would be a lie. But more than that, I think I’d be quite bored without you.’

I shook my head briefly.
I had gained much from Wrath, and would gain more in the future, but losing this cotton candy of a creature seemed far more regrettable than any such benefit.

-So, the True Demon King will not believe your tongue! How could I trust someone who juggles dimensions in his mouth!

Wrath shook his head with his ears covered, absolutely refusing to be deceived.

‘Do as you please.’

I shrugged and turned my gaze back to Rust.

“Then I’ll prepare.”

Rust looked at me and clasped her hands together.

“Prepare?”
“In this state, I cannot transfer my authority.”

She shook her head, saying she needed to reveal at least some of her power.

“Do as you wish.”

I nodded and clasped my hands behind my back.

‘I mustn’t be enchanted.’

If Rust revealed her true form and wielded the power of Lust, even my vast soul could fall prey to her seduction. I spun the ring of fire intensely to guard against her charm.
I rotated the ring of fire intensely to avoid being enchanted by her.

Whoa!

Her height increased until our eyes met at the same level, and the shapeless robe that had hung like a child’s oversized garment now revealed elegant curves.
As he grew taller and began to meet her at eye level, the Robe that had once hung loosely on him like he’d turned it upside down now revealed curved volume.

As Wrath’s blue eyes, which he had inherited, flickered with a faint red hue for the last time, a soft pink energy rippled outward in all directions.

“This is…”

Raon swallowed hard as he looked into Rust’s pale red eyes.

“Is this really Rust, the Lord of Lust?”

The moment our eyes met, I felt as though my soul was being pulled in.
‘How fascinating.’

Lunan, Martha, Merlin, Deningrose, and Siyan were all beauties second to none, yet Rust possessed a beauty that stood utterly alone.

No—it seemed she made it appear that way. It felt like gazing into a mirror that read one’s innermost desires and reflected back the ideal beauty.

‘Her appearance is mysterious, but…’

The fragrance is even stranger.

Rust emanated an incredibly diverse array of scents.

The fresh aroma of fruit, the soothing scent of wood, the tangy notes of spices—and beyond that, the warmth of summer and the chill of winter intertwined. Mysteriously, all these fragrances harmonized perfectly, erasing thought itself and setting only my heart ablaze.

Not only the fresh scent of fruit, the comforting aroma of the Tree, and the sharp fragrance of spices wafted through the air, but also the smells of warm summer and cold winter bloomed together, and mysteriously, all those scents harmonized in perfect accord, erasing thoughts and making only the heart surge with emotion.

Ssshhk.

I bit down on my inner lip just before surrendering completely to Rust’s intoxicating scent, snapping myself back to clarity.
Had I not been actively channeling the Ring of Fire, I would have lost all reason and rushed toward her, pulling her into my arms.

—Keep your wits about you!

Wrath shook his head.

—If you succumb to temptation now, you could truly perish!

He furrowed his brow, emphasizing that we remained in mortal danger.

‘My apologies.’

I steadied my breathing and lowered my gaze.

‘You’re right. This is no time for carelessness.’

Rust may have fallen for my words, but the situation remained perilous.
One moment of vulnerability could reignite her suspicions, so I had to maintain this perfect performance until the very end.

“….”

I nodded calmly at Rust as though her presence were familiar, then extended my wrist once more.

“I despise my own power, but I hope it holds meaning for you.”

Rust smiled softly, stretching out her long, delicate fingers.
As she traced a circle with her pale fingertips, rose-like petals of pink blossoms bloomed and coiled around my wrist.

‘Beautiful.’

Wrath’s ice flowers and Sloth’s blackened blossoms were lovely too, but the most exquisite bracelet of flowers was the one Rust had created for me.

[The power of 【Lust】 seeps into your soul and body.]
[The ability will activate after the adaptation period concludes.]

I narrowed my eyes as I read the message.

‘The content is slightly different.’

When I received it from Envy, it was marked as a portion, but now it simply says authority.

The other Demon Lords who had been coerced and Rust, perhaps because they possessed their own will, seemed to have transferred a considerable amount of authority.

“You seem pleased with it.”

Rust drew a deep smile as she watched me examine the bracelet.

“You remember this flower, don’t you? It’s the first flower that became beautiful because of you.”

She nodded as if to say I naturally should know this.

“….”

I calmed my rapidly racing heart while maintaining an impassive gaze.

‘What is this?’

What kind of flower is this?

Thanks to Sylvia, I know of many flowers, but I’ve never seen one like this before. It seemed to be a flower that existed only in the Demon Realm.

‘Wrath!’
-Hmph….

Wrath lowered his fierce gaze as if he had no intention of answering.

-Why would you think the True Demon King would tell you!
‘Huh?’

I blinked at Wrath in bewilderment.

‘If something goes wrong here, we’ll all be dragged down together! You know that!’

It was absurd that the one who had just warned me of danger was now acting like this.

-I know. It’s dangerous. Truly dangerous it will be. But….

Wrath’s eyes blazed with fury as he lifted his chin defiantly.

-I’m absolutely infuriated! The more I think about it, the more my rage boils over—I can’t hold back anymore!
‘What…?’
-Your tongue that mocks everything irritates me so much that I’ll just drag you down with me to death!

He whipped his head around, telling me to do as I pleased. His eyes were genuinely spinning in circles—he’d completely lost it.

‘He’s insane.’

My fingertips trembled. I hadn’t expected such petulance to emerge at a moment like this, and it caught me off guard.

“Did you forget? Or…?”

Rust’s eyelids quivered. Whether it was suspicion or disappointment, I felt an ominous sensation—as if her power of lust was tightening around my throat.

‘Don’t panic.’

There’s always a way out, no matter the circumstances.

I recalled everything Rust and Wrath had told me so far, and naturally gazed upon the pink flower bracelet.

“Forget?”

I shook my head with a light laugh.

“Is that what you think?”
“Then… you mean…?”

Rust’s eyes began to gleam with anticipation.

“From the day you shattered the Ice Castle and invaded, until now—I have forgotten nothing.”

I gazed upward into the void, a faint smile gracing my lips.

“I do not forget anything concerning you.”
“Ah…!”

The moment Rust heard me say “you” so directly, her lips trembled as if overwhelmed with emotion.

“Isn’t this the flower that was with you when the True Demon King gave you counsel?”

I touched the flower bracelet that Rust had made, speaking with certainty.

‘This has to be it.’

Wrath had told Rust something, and those words had brought her great comfort.
Since she said that she had come to love flowers for the first time because of Wrath, it had to be that moment.

“Mmm….”

Rust’s eyes grew hazy and unfocused. It meant my prediction was correct. Now it was time to bring this to a close.

“I am fond of flowers. I believe all flowers suit me best, yet this one looks far more beautiful adorning you.”

I smiled at Rust, driving a blade sharper than even a holy sword into her heart.

“Th-thank you….”

Rust touched her own cheek, her expression transcendent with satisfaction.
Her face flushed crimson like a ripe apple.

-What… what is this?

Wrath blinked dumbly, unable to comprehend the situation.

-How did you know about breaking through the Wall and offering the flower! Were you there too?!

He trembled his jaw, asking if I had ever even been to the Demon Realm.

‘It’s because of you.’
-Huh?
‘You told me yourself that Rust broke through your castle and came in.

I lowered my hand, bringing up the part that Wrath had mentioned.

‘From there, I made the inference. If it’s your castle, there would be a Flower Garden, and there would have been many flowers.’

Wrath loves flowers even more than Sylvia does. Surely that’s where the bond between the two Demon Lords began.

-Hey. Hey. Hey!

Wrath shouted roughly like a thug from the Back Alley.

-Why are you even training with a sword?
‘What…?’

I blinked my eyes.

‘What is he talking about?’
-With that damned tongue alone, you could swallow not just this world, but the Celestial Realm and the Demon Realm too—so why the hell are you wasting time training with a sword?!

Wrath roared at me to abandon everything and go conquer the world with his mouth instead.

‘Is that even possible?’
-It is! Absolutely it is!

He shook his head, insisting there was no way it couldn’t work.

-Your talent in martial arts is only at Dorian’s level, but your talent with that mouth is at your grandfather’s caliber!

Wrath glared, saying the gap between his own martial prowess and his talent for words was as vast as the difference between Dorian and Glen Zigheart.

-I tried to pull you into the Demon Realm, but the True Demon King was wrong about that!

Wrath’s lips trembled.

-You’re the type who’d swallow the entire Demon Realm! Get out of here to the Celestial Realm!

He shook his head, deciding he’d have to ban me from entering the Demon Realm altogether.

“I think I can trust Wrath now.”

Rust revealed bright eyes that didn’t suit lust, saying she would wait, believing in the promise.

“I’ll take this flower that the True Demon King planted for you that day.”

I nodded calmly, pointing to the Zigheart Ancestor’s flower.

“I’ll wait for you.”

Rust clasped her hands together, declaring she would wait for me forever.

“By the way, are those people over there your subordinates too?”

She narrowed her brows as she observed Lectar and the others who had stopped their approach and were watching from between the trees.

“Indeed.”
“Hmm….”

Rust’s eyes grew sharp as she scrutinized not just Lunan and Martha, but everyone present.

‘…So it is Lust after all.’

I had thought she was being wary only because Lunan and Martha were so beautiful, but the fact that she was cautious of everyone regardless of gender or age—that was truly befitting of a Demon Lord of Lust.

“Wrath.”

Rust smiled with the pure radiance of an untainted child.

“I’ll be waiting. And….”

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she gazed at me.

“I don’t mind what form you take, but I like your face best right now.”

With those words, Rust dissolved into pink smoke and vanished.

-Hah….
‘Uh….’

I watched Wrath draw a sharp breath and swallowed dryly.

‘It’s… it’s fine….’
-Hey. Bring me a sword.
‘What? W-why a sword?’
-I’m going to die right here! My power’s been stolen, I’m left with nothing but responsibility without pleasure, and I can’t even become beautiful anymore—why should I go on living?

Wrath screamed that he would bite his own tongue and die if I didn’t bring a sword.

-Die! All of you die! Let the Demon Realm and Celestial Realm both perish!

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As I barely managed to stop Wrath from his suicidal threats, Lectar, Burren Zigheart, Lunan Slion, Martha, and Dorian emerged from the corridor.
Jalec and Lawrence had also come along, seemingly concerned about me.

‘They all came thinking of me.’

They had all been below with Darkan, but seeing Rust heading this way, they must have come here for my sake.
Feeling their concern, I couldn’t help but feel grateful.

-Then show it through your actions!

Wrath ground his teeth.

-Don’t just use that tongue of yours when things get dangerous. Use it in your everyday life too!

He opened his mouth wide as if asking what I was doing.

‘He’s right.’

Agreeing with Wrath’s words, I realized I needed to speak more often, not just in times of danger, and turned to face them.

“Thank you.”

I approached the group and bowed my head sincerely, pouring my gratitude into the words.

“What are you thanking us for?”

Lectar shook his head calmly.

“You did it all yourself.”

He exhaled softly, feeling both apology and gratitude simultaneously.

“I’m not sure what just happened.”
“What was that woman earlier? She didn’t seem human…”

Jalec and Lawrence furrowed their brows, clearly unable to comprehend the situation.

“Are you alright? No injuries?”

Burren shook his head as he looked me over from head to toe.

“Strangely enough, you seem quite satisfied with yourself?”

Dorian widened his eyes, saying I needed nothing else.

“Hmm…”

Lunan furrowed his brows deeply as he gazed at the newly acquired bracelet from Rust adorning his wrist.

“Don’t you already have five bracelets? Since when did you become so fond of accessories?”

Martha tilted her head, unable to understand.

“My body is fine.”

I shook my head, saying I was perfectly well. They all refrained from asking me too many questions, waiting for me to explain everything someday. They were truly grateful people.
They were truly grateful people.

“And I didn’t exactly choose to get these bracelets…”

As I said this, I glanced toward Wrath.

-Why are you looking at the True Demon King!
‘If you hadn’t said they suited your taste and had them made like this, the other Demon Lords wouldn’t have all followed suit!’

Though they differed in color and form, I had ended up with five flower bracelets. It was absurd—I wasn’t even a noblewoman, and even I found it ridiculous.

-If you had just kept your mouth shut, none of this would have happened!

Wrath cried out that it was a case of the victim becoming the perpetrator, shaking his head.

“Raon. Is it finally over?”

Lectar’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he hadn’t yet released his tension.

“No.”

Raon slowly lowered his gaze. Looking down at Darkan sprawled across the ground, I smacked my lips.

“There’s still one left.”

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After Raon and everyone descended back to the Holy Sword Village, Rust appeared once more before the flower that the Zigheart Ancestor had planted.

Rust gazed at the crimson petals with dreamy, unfocused eyes.
The flower that breathed life into this land seemed to bestow upon her as well a profound vitality and vigor.

“Wrath….”

As Rust bit her lips thinly and reached out her hand toward the flower, a cute sound rang out as if bouncing off the ground, and a Purple-eyed Squirrel holding an acorn sprang forth before the blossom.

“What are you.”

The Purple-eyed Squirrel’s violet eyes and Rust’s pale pink eyes met, and sparks flew.

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