The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 813

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Chapter 813

“Ugh….”

Merlin clutched the acorn in her hand tightly as she looked up at Rust.

‘What is this now.’

I had been finding small moments of happiness watching Raon through the Purple-eyed Squirrel family’s eyes, but while I was away handling matters with my main body, some inexplicable incident had erupted.

The Holy Sword Master, now blind, was rolling on the ground battered and bruised, and Raon had descended the mountain after exchanging a brief conversation with this mysterious woman.

I couldn’t hear them clearly enough to understand what they were saying, but judging by the expressions on both their faces, something significant had been discussed, and my insides churned with agitation.

“Who are you?!”

Merlin pointed an accusatory finger at Rust. Of course, since she was in the form of a squirrel, it only looked adorable.

“A squirrel?”

Rust looked down at Merlin and tilted her head in confusion.

“It’s clearly just an ordinary squirrel, yet it speaks?”

She too failed to recognize Merlin hidden within the squirrel’s form and let out a bewildered breath.

“What are you…?”
“I asked first!”

Merlin, unable to contain herself, hurled the acorn to the ground.

“Oh!”

The moment she threw it, she realized it wasn’t hers and quickly scooped up the acorn rolling away.

“This is your fault!”
“I see….”

Rust gazed at Merlin, then slowly nodded her head.

“Did you meld her soul into the Purple-eyed Squirrel’s body to avoid straining its flesh? It would be difficult to recognize her if she didn’t speak first.”

She let out a murmur of admiration at such remarkable magic.

“I know I’m talented! But who are you anyway?”

Merlin bared her front teeth and growled. Despite her anger, her small squirrel form made her appear endearing rather than threatening.

“I am….”

Rust began to answer, then turned her gaze downward toward the base of the mountain. Her eyes captured Raon, who had just arrived at the village, and a gentle smile bloomed across her face.

“Hey!”

Merlin stamped her feet in frustration. Since the squirrel’s paws were smaller than flower petals, her footprints left not even a speck of dust on the ground.

“Why did you stop talking!”

She burst with indignation and kicked at Rust’s foot. With a soft sound, dust that had clung to Rust’s shoe fell away.

“….”

Rust had lost all interest in Merlin and gazed only at Raon, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
Her expression grew distant, as though she were envisioning the future.

“Answer me!”

Merlin gathered mana from the air between her teeth and bit Rust’s leg. Yet Rust felt no pain and did not turn her gaze away from the mountain below.

‘This woman….’

Merlin looked up at Rust and narrowed her eyes to slits.

‘She’s not human.’

That woman’s face was certainly beautiful, yet strangely it presented the most ideal visage to her. It was an innate power, not magic or sorcery—a quality that could only be called authority itself.
An innate power that was neither magic nor sorcery. It was a trait that could even be called an authority.

But that wasn’t the only reason I thought she was something other than human.

‘The magnitude of her soul.’

Within that body writhed a soul far vaster than Glen Zigheart’s or Darkan’s. No human could ever possess such a soul.

“What exactly are you looking at!”

Merlin bit her lip and lifted the Purple-eyed Squirrel’s body into the air. It placed considerable strain on her true form, but she couldn’t just sit idle.

‘Raon?’

Floating in midair and following the pale pink-haired woman’s gaze, I caught sight of Raon. As I’d suspected, the exchange between those two didn’t seem ordinary at all.

“You! Why are you looking at mine!”

Merlin shook her head frantically, using the Purple-eyed Squirrel’s body to block Rust’s line of sight.

“Yours?”

Rust’s gaze, which had remained indifferent even as Merlin struck and bit at her, curved with an eerie chill.

“Squirrel. Choose your words carefully. They may be your last.”
“So you’re finally showing your true colors!”

Merlin performed a somersault and landed lightly on the ground. She dropped to one knee and struck the earth with her fist—the stance of a hero.

“Come at me!”

She beckoned for Rust to come, extending her small fists repeatedly.

“Pathetic… hm?”

Rust was watching Merlin’s punches when she felt a gaze rising from below the mountain. Wrath had lifted his eyes, sensing her aura from moments before.

‘Damn!’

She immediately suppressed her power and bent low, fleeing from Wrath’s line of sight.

‘This is dangerous….’

I’d promised to wait quietly, and I nearly got caught breaking that very promise.
I would have rather died than disappoint Wrath.

Uuuuuung.

Rust concealed her true form, where the power of lust bloomed, within a false body crafted to mirror Wrath, then turned her gaze toward the Purple-eyed Squirrel.

“Stop spouting nonsense.”

Rust shook her head with calm, unwavering eyes.

“It’s not yours—it’s mine. I’ve chased after him my entire life.”

She cried out, asking where Merlin got the audacity, then flicked the mage’s nose.

“Your entire life?”

Merlin snorted at Rust.

“Your lips are crimson red and lies pour out like water! I’ve followed day and night without rest, and I’ve never seen anyone like you!”

She cried out for her to stop lying and shook her head vigorously.

“What you think doesn’t matter to me. I’ve chased after him my entire life, and soon the fruit of that pursuit will ripen.”

Rust clenched her fist, her blue eyes—identical to Wrath’s—burning with absolute conviction.

“Him? Did you just say ‘him’? You really just said ‘him’?”

This time, Merlin’s fury ignited at the word “him” that Rust had used—a term typically employed by a wife when referring to her husband—and her mind blazed with rage.

“You shameless liar….”

Merlin gnawed at her lips as she stared into Rust’s serene eyes.

‘I want to call it a lie, but it’s the truth.’

My natural instincts, honed through countless encounters with animals, spoke the truth to me.
This woman was telling the truth right now. She had truly been following Raon, and she believed he would stay with her.

‘That can’t be right.’

Raon wasn’t the type to be swayed by a woman’s appearance. That fool would certainly have his reasons, and he’d explain if asked, but I couldn’t just let this slide.

“Really?”

Merlin swung her legs while keeping her arms crossed.

“I’m the same way.”
“What do you mean?”

Rust, who had been tending to a flower the same color as Raon’s eyes, turned her gaze toward me.

“I’ve also agreed to stay with him.”

Merlin curled her lips upward and pointed at Raon.

“He even asked me to come live with him.”

In reality, it wasn’t about living together but rather coming to Zigheart, but such details didn’t matter now. I had to win this battle of wills.

“On top of that, I’ve spent nights with him.”

I emphasized the word “him” and laughed confidently. Of course, it was when I’d searched all of Bekmang Mountain in the middle of the night during winter to find snakes to feed the mole, but regardless, since we’d spent time together, I straightened my posture proudly.

“Hmm….”

Rust’s fingertips trembled as she looked at Merlin.

‘Is that really true….’

Though it was difficult to discern her true intentions in her squirrel form, the unwavering nature of her spirit suggested it was the truth.

“How dare you….”

Rust extended her hand toward Merlin, murderous intent gleaming in her eyes, but she stopped abruptly upon seeing the red flower.

‘Wrath….’

The flower gazed back at me with the same crimson light I’d seen in Wrath’s eyes moments before. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything shameful in its presence.

“Yes. You are the demon of my heart.”

Rust shook her head as she looked at Merlin.

“What nonsense!”

Merlin tilted her head in confusion at the remark.

“This flower was planted for me by him. I won’t fall for your provocations.”

Rust suppressed the irritation rising within her and carefully tended to the crimson bloom.

“A… a flower?”

Merlin’s lips trembled as she gazed at the flower before Rust.

‘So that’s what felt strange….’

From that crimson flower emanated a faint but unmistakable fragrance—Raon’s essence. It wasn’t merely a scent; his very aura dwelled within it.

“Ugh….”

Merlin clutched her head with trembling hands.

‘Raon has never planted a flower for me… wait, that’s not true!’

I have one too!

“A flower? Merely one? I created an entire flower garden to welcome him!”

Merlin scoffed and shook her head.

‘Of course, it was Mother who did it, not Raon.’

While staying at the Annex Building, I had tended the flower garden with Sylvia and planted the flowers myself, so it wasn’t entirely a lie.

“And that man risked his life fighting to save me!”

Merlin didn’t mention that she had saved Raon far more times than he had saved her. Instead, she raised her hand triumphantly, declaring that he had given her life.

“Hmm….”

Rust’s brows furrowed deeply as she regarded Merlin.

‘Killing her would be simple enough….’

Even with a soul mixed into that Purple-eyed Squirrel, she could end her with a single finger’s movement.
But if she unleashed her power, it would feel like losing, so she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“Eeeek!”

Merlin trembled as she glared back at Rust.

‘What did she say to Raon?’

I was desperately curious about what Raon and this woman had discussed before the flower, but asking him about it would feel like admitting defeat, so I couldn’t do it.

“Then let’s do this instead.”

Merlin exhaled sharply and tilted her chin.

“You said you’ve been following him all this time, right?”
“Yes. For thousands of years.”
“Enough with the boasting!”

She pointed her finger at her own mouth and then at Rust’s in turn.

“You’ve been following him, and I’m confident in my ability to follow him in secret too. Let’s decide victory and defeat by who can follow him most quietly without being detected!”

Merlin stomped her feet as she proposed that the loser grant the winner’s wish.

“Fine. I won’t lose to anyone at that.”

Rust knew full well this was pointless, but she accepted the proposal simply because she didn’t want to lose to this Purple-eyed Squirrel.

“I feel the same way!”

Merlin turned her head with equal determination and raised her hand.

Clap!

As Rust’s and Merlin’s hands met, a stalking duel between the Demon Lord of Lust and a mage on the verge of transcendence began.

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“Huh?!”

I trembled violently as if startled, my entire body shaking.

‘What… what is this?’

Just moments ago, I felt a chill run down my spine as if someone were caressing it. This had never happened before, leaving my mind in a daze.

-Yes, you felt it too?

Wrath glanced back at the mountain he’d just descended from, swallowing hard.

‘You felt it too?’
-Indeed. I sensed no aura, yet it was eerie nonetheless.

He too trembled his jaw, describing the sensation of someone gently caressing his soul.

‘What on earth is it?’

I released my perception to check, but felt nothing.

‘I sensed Rust’s aura just moments ago—could she still be nearby?’
-Since the True Demon King is currently in spirit form, it would be difficult to find Rust if she conceals herself intentionally.

Wrath shook his head, saying he’d felt something briefly but it had vanished completely now.

‘I see.’

I nodded briefly. In truth, even if I found them, there was little I could do, so it seemed best to leave them be.

“Well, but….”

I offered an awkward smile toward Lunan Slion, who was staring intently at my wrist.

“What are you doing?”
“….”

Lunan Slion didn’t answer, instead fixing her rabbit-like eyes on the bracelet adorning my wrist before delivering a sharp hand strike downward.

Crack!

Her strike lashed against Rust’s flower bracelet, but true to its nature as a bracelet infused with Demon Lord power, it remained unbroken.

“Tsk!”

Lunan Slion clicked her tongue in disappointment and withdrew.

“Ah….”
“Seems you’ve returned safely.”

As I gazed at my wrist with a hollow laugh, Darkan slowly rose to his feet. Like a transcendent being, he appeared to have recovered some of his stamina.

“You’re not going to break your promise now, are you?”

I narrowed my eyes at Darkan. I harbored no gratitude for sparing his life, but I would be deeply disappointed if he failed to honor his word.

“Of course not.”

Darkan nodded calmly.

“A promise made over blades is one I keep, for the most part.”

He chuckled, clarifying that it wasn’t absolute.

“As promised from the start, I’ll depart without laying a finger on anyone in this place.”

Darkan lowered his hand, saying he would leave immediately once his soul’s wounds healed.

“But my promise only extends to those who were here in this place.”

His eyes grew cold and distant.

“Remember that Glen Zigheart is not included in that.”
“Do as you wish.”

I shrugged my shoulders as I looked at Darkan.

“You won’t be able to win anyway.”

I trusted Glen and knew he would not lose, so it mattered little whether Darkan issued a challenge or not.

“That’s a bit painful—the fact that you can’t refute it.”

Darkan chuckled softly and pushed himself to his feet.

“But there’s still a debt that hasn’t been settled.”

He shook his head, indicating this wasn’t over yet.

“A debt? What debt are you talking about?”

I twisted my lips as I regarded Darkan.

“Don’t tell me you’re asking for payment for saving us from that female swordmaster?”

In the current situation, that was the only debt Darkan could possibly claim. Even if he’d acted on pure instinct, there was some truth to it.

‘Even if it’s true, I can’t let it slide.’

If someone like Darkan gained the upper hand, things could become troublesome. I had to sever this thread no matter what.

“I know what you’re thinking, but….”
“I lived because of you.”

Yet the debt Darkan spoke of was the complete opposite of what I’d anticipated.

“What?”
“I survived because of you. Right before I died, I released a strange aura to summon that female swordmaster.”

Darkan laughed freely, as if he understood the entire situation.

“So when you said you’d settle accounts….”
“Yes. It’s a debt I must pay.”

He shook his head lightly.

“Dying by that woman’s blade would have been fine, but if I had a choice, I’d rather die by Glen Zigheart’s sword or yours.”

Darkan thanked me once more and reached into his garment.

“Since I’m no longer a Rion Lord and have no money, I’ll give you this.”

He pulled out a worn tome from within and tossed it.

“Be careful!”
“A blade might shoot out from the book!”

The Majang Swordmaster and Hyunak Swordmaster shook their heads at each other, remarking that he was that insane.

“Hmm….”

I opened the tome while maintaining my guard. My eyes wavered like a ship tossed by waves.

“Could this possibly be….”

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