The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 821

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Chapter 821

“Aris Zigheart?”

I drew in a deep breath.

‘Could something have happened to her?’

The Continent’s political situation remained precarious. While not as dire as before, conflicts both large and small continued to rage, and the gnawing anxiety that something unfortunate might have befallen Aris Zigheart crept through my mind.

‘That bastard Derus Robert is capable of anything.’

All of Oma except the Holy Sword Association posed a threat, but what troubled me most was Derus Robert’s silence.
I could no longer predict his actions, and a chill ran down my spine.

“Shouldn’t we search for Aris Zigheart right now?”

I swallowed dryly and looked up at Glen Zigheart.

“There’s no need to worry.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head with an unmoved gaze.

“That woman not responding to messages isn’t anything new.”

He waved his hand as if it were a familiar occurrence.

“If anything, you should be suspicious if she responds immediately. She doesn’t even reply unless it concerns you.”

Glen Zigheart smacked his lips, as though recalling Aris Zigheart’s temperament firsthand.

“But surely Aris Zigheart understands how grave the situation is…”
“The message I sent her contained only information about the Soul Stone. Other matters were too weighty to commit to writing.”

He shook his finger, explaining that he had written only the instruction for her to return and details regarding the Soul Stone.

“I see….”
“And it’s not as though we’ve received no response at all.”

Glen lowered his eyebrows slightly and bit his lip.

“Aris and those… pirate bastards.”

He spoke with a slight tremor in his voice, as though embarrassed that the leader commanding those pirates was his own daughter.

“Aris left only a small contingent aboard the ship and moved to Jeben Port, but we haven’t received a proper response.”

Glen shook his head, explaining that since only newcomers remained on the pirate ship Cheongpung, the reply he wanted hadn’t arrived.

“Besides, that girl has grown since meeting you.”

Glen gazed at me with a gentle light in his eyes, unlike when he thought of Aris.

“She won’t fall to mediocrity, so don’t worry.”

He assured me that if something had happened to Aris, the entire Continent would already be in turmoil, so I could set my mind at ease.

“That’s true enough.”

I nodded quietly.

‘If Lady Aris had been captured or killed, rumors would have already spread.’

Aris was the Pirate King among the Divine Continent Five Regions, but she still belonged to Zigheart in truth.
If she were killed or captured, not only Zigheart but the entire Five Emperors would come under pressure, so rumors would have circulated through multiple channels by now.

“For now, we must think of Sia rather than that reckless girl.”

Glen exhaled a long sigh. I’d never heard anyone call their daughter a reckless girl before, but it didn’t sound particularly strange coming from him.

“Besides, that girl wouldn’t even recognize it, and even if she saw it, she’d forget.”
“…Yes.”

I had no real objection to make. Aris was the type who would see a soul stone right before her eyes and say, “How peculiar?” before forgetting about it entirely.

‘It wasn’t at the Holy Sword Association either. Where in the world could it be?’

There were two reasons I had gone to the Holy Sword Association.
The first was naturally training, and the second was to search for the Soul Stone.

I had sparred with all the Holy Sword Association swordsmen and asked them about the Soul Stone, but the only answer I received was that they didn’t know.

“I’ve contacted the Five Emperors including Zigheart, the Black Market, Vassal Families, and neutral factions friendly to us, but there’s no one who has actually seen it. Even among those who know of its existence, aside from Chamber and the Tower Master, such people are rare.”

Glen furrowed his brow deeply as he spoke, his frustration evident.

“Pedrick says there’s still time, but waiting endlessly like this… it’s suffocating.”

Rarely showing his true feelings, he wrapped his hands around his forehead. He looked like someone carrying a heavy burden.

“I’ve given you nothing, and to that child, I’m nothing but a useless grandfather. The fact that I can’t do anything…”

Glen bit his lip deeply. He seemed exhausted by the helplessness of being unable to wake Sia.

-….

Wrath quietly closed his mouth. He had expected to pour scorn on Glen for being weak and pathetic, but instead, his eyes narrowed with unexpected empathy.

“You’ve given me nothing? Grandfather, you showed me the sword of Zigheart and carved conviction into my heart. Those two values are the greatest pillars that make me who I am today.”

Raon shook his head firmly.

“Please don’t worry so much about my sister either. I’m certain she will awaken.”

I placed my right hand over my left chest where my heart lay and lifted my gaze.

“I will find it, even if I have to search the entire Continent.”

I clenched my fists, vowing that I would find it not only through the connections I had built so far, but also by mobilizing the power of the Demon Lords if necessary.

“Ah….”

Glen’s eyes widened in surprise at my declaration, and then he slowly nodded.

“Yes. I believe in you.”

He drew a gentle smile, sensing the growth of his grandson, whom he still thought of as young.

“Then I shall take my leave.”

Raon bowed deeply and departed from the Audience Chamber.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen approached the side of the Platform, letting out a chuckling laugh.

“Young Master has truly grown.”

He gazed at the spot where Raon had stood, his eyes gleaming with pride.

“Indeed. I never expected him to comfort me.”

Glen nodded, sinking deeper into the Jade Throne.

“He can no longer be called a child.”

Ever since Raon departed for the Holy Sword Association, I had found myself unconsciously tapping my leg—but it was not merely because I wished to see him.

There was no way to save Sia from anywhere, and the time given to that child was dwindling by the moment, so the trembling born of that anxiety weighed far heavier.

Just now, I nearly began tapping my leg without realizing it, but upon seeing Raon’s steadfast gaze, my impatient heart gradually settled into stillness.
It truly felt as though everything would resolve well, just as Raon had said.

“His true talent is not raw power, but that unwavering spirit of his.”

No matter how dire the circumstances, Raon never succumbs to despair—he seeks a path forward and moves.
Having endured countless hardships since childhood, the method of perseverance without surrender seemed etched into both his body and soul.

“Still, I cannot rely solely on Raon. I must reach out to everyone once more.”

Glen nodded to himself, resolved to do what lay within his own power.

“Yes!”

Roen bowed deeply with evident pleasure at the sight of Glen regaining his vigor.

“I’ll contact Aris Zigheart myself. I need to make sure the message reaches that reckless one clearly.”

Glen picked up a pen directly, muttering that he needed to put a leash on the reckless one.

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After leaving the Patriarch’s Hall, I headed toward Pedrick’s Residence.

‘Sorry, but dinner will have to wait a little longer.’

I pressed my palms together apologetically toward Wrath, who was clutching his belly.

-Bah! The True Demon King is not some food-obsessed creature!

Wrath shook his head without rushing me, as if he understood my heart.

-I can wait as long as needed, so don’t worry!

He snorted, insisting that I shouldn’t underestimate a Demon Lord.

‘…Thank you.’

I lightly patted Wrath’s head and entered Pedrick’s Residence.

“You come every single day—whether you’re training or after training ends.”

Pedrick nodded as if welcoming me.

“Am I really that appealing to you?”
“Yes. If I don’t see the Saint even for a day, my mouth feels like it’s full of thorns.”
“Haha, you’ve become quite smooth-tongued now.”

He laughed with amusement and gestured with his chin for me to come in.

“Go on. Your mother and father are here as well.”

Pedrick told me not to make too much noise before entering the clinic.

“Thank you.”

I bowed my head to Pedrick’s back and entered Sia’s bedroom.

Sia still lay in bed, breathing shallow breaths, while Sylvia and Edgar stood watching her with their hands clasped together as if in prayer.

“Raon?”

Sylvia sensed my presence and turned around, rising to her feet.

“I heard you were training. You’ve come back?”

She took my hand and asked if I had eaten.

“Yes. I’m eating well.”

I nodded with a faint smile.

-Eating well, my foot!

Wrath puffed out his belly like a well-baked loaf of bread.

You haven’t eaten anything but water today!

He ground his teeth, unable to tolerate my lie about eating.

“Your face is half-swollen?”

Sylvia cupped my cheek and let out a short sigh.
I felt sorry that she had been worried about Sia until now, and now she was worrying about me instead. It seemed that parents like Glen and Sylvia lived their lives carrying worry.
Both Glen and Sylvia seemed to live with worry, as did parents in general.

“I really did eat. Have you two eaten?”
“We’ve eaten well. We had a feast earlier this afternoon. Since you weren’t here, it was nice not to eat anything unusual. I don’t understand that pineapple pizza of yours. I kept eating it because you liked it, but I just kept thinking why would anyone eat this. The taste is crude, I suppose?”

Edgar shook his head from side to side, saying he didn’t understand.
He had always been talkative, but whether to lighten the heavy atmosphere or not, he spoke even faster than usual.

-You uncultured palate! The sweet and savory blend of pineapple pizza cannot be found anywhere else!

Wrath, simple as he was, fell for Edgar’s words and burst out shouting indignantly.

“You truly lack taste, sir.”

I borrowed Wrath’s anger to respond to Edgar’s words.

“How is your sister doing?”
“She’s fine.”

Sylvia stroked Sia’s hair and nodded.

“It’s really no different from sleeping. That’s what makes it even sadder.”

She bit her lip sadly, lamenting that Sia had lost both her teens and twenties.

“Then we’ll just have to make her even happier than that.”

I looked at Sylvia, who was sniffling, and Edgar, who had forgotten to chatter, then took Sia’s hand. I nodded while conveying the warmth of Manhwagong to her.

‘I’ll definitely wake you up.’

Sia had been kidnapped in childhood and lived her entire life as Eden’s tool, and now she had fallen into a state where there was no telling when she would awaken.
Her situation was even more bleak than her past life, where she couldn’t do anything of her own will, so I wanted to save her no matter what.

“I should get going now.”

I squeezed Sia’s hand firmly and stepped outside the residence.

-Where are you headed?
‘The Annex Building. I need to eat quickly and train.’

The stronger I became, the more I could accomplish. I wanted to ascend to transcendence as quickly as possible and open a path to save Sia.

-Hmm, just for today….

Wrath perched on my shoulder, smacking his lips contentedly.

-Only today will I permit you to have bread pudding.
‘What?’

I turned to Wrath, my eyes widening in surprise.

‘Really?’
-Eat quickly before the True Demon King changes his mind!

Wrath shook his head, saying he would only endure it for today.

‘Wrath….’

I gazed at Wrath, whose snout was wrinkled in concentration, and drew a gentle smile. My heart warmed at his consideration.

‘Alright. When my sister wakes up later, I’ll throw her a festival.’
-Of course! And it must be quite grand at that! The True Demon King has expansive tastes!
‘How expansive are we talking?’
-Well, there must be at least ten tubs of pearl ice cream! And at least three pineapple pizzas!
‘…Is that considered grand?’
-Ah…? Then eleven tubs and four, four pizzas?
‘Your tastes aren’t that grand after all….’

I chatted idly with Wrath as we returned to the 5th Training Ground.

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“I have achieved enlightenment!”

Crain spread both arms wide, gazing up at the sky.

“Enlightenment about what?”

Dorian turned to Crain, tilting his head in confusion.

“Danger detected!”

Crain answered immediately, as if he had been waiting for the question.

“I can’t read my opponent’s psychology like your divine eye can, but when it comes to evasion, I’ll surpass you!”
“You’ve already achieved that?”

Dorian exhaled in disbelief.

“During the concentration enhancement training, the Organization Master suddenly threw an Igi Sword at me. That thing had real killing intent in it, you know? Yeah. He told me to just die and we fought with that determination, and after that, it felt like my soul shed its shell.”

Crain grinned, saying that the sensation he gained when his life hung by a thread had truly awakened.

“Where…”

Dorian smacked his lips and drew his sword, thrusting it toward Crain’s chest. Even with preparation, it was a blade strike difficult to block.

“Gasp!”

Crain’s eyes widened in surprise, but like a branch swaying in the wind, he arched his waist backward and evaded Dorian’s blade strike.

“W-what are you trying to do, kill me!”

He ground his teeth and grabbed Dorian by the collar.

“Oh, it’s real.”

Dorian applauded even while being held by the collar, impressed.

“I didn’t think you could actually dodge it.”
“Then you were trying to kill me! Are you following Raon Zigheart’s example too!”

Crain ground his teeth with his forehead pressed against Dorian’s.

“That’s not something you should say to a person!”

Dorian furrowed his brow, demanding an apology in return.

“Ah, sorry. My words were harsh.”

Crain also apologized, clasping his hands together.

“But I’ve been thinking about it.”

He brushed off his hands and lowered his voice.

“We have an advantage over the Organization Master right now.”
“An advantage?”

Dorian tilted his head, as if questioning what he meant.

“Our Organization Master is already at the peak of Grand Master rank. It might take him several more years—or even a decade—to climb higher from there.”

Crain shook his head, watching Raon sitting with his eyes closed on the platform.

“In the meantime, we can keep climbing. Of course, we’ll never catch up to the Organization Master, but there’s a thrill in growing, you know?”

He shook his head, trying to console himself with the feeling of growing faster than Raon.

“Hmm, is that so?”
“It is! Just look at this concentration training—the Organization Master hasn’t changed, but we’ve all grown stronger! You felt it yourself. My crisis detection ability!”

Crain was laughing, telling Dorian to take pride in himself, when—

Whoooosh!

The Heavenly Sword, which had been resting beside Raon, drew itself and soared into the air.

Roooaaarrr!

A pale golden flame blazed across the blade, rising like a celestial fire dragon ascending to heaven.

“Is that really true?”

Dorian’s eyes rolled as he questioned whether we were truly growing faster than Raon.

“That was just a pipe dream….”

Crain remained silent for a long while before shaking his head.

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Whoosh.

I caught the Heavenly Sword as it returned from cleaving the sky, a satisfied smile spreading across my face.

‘Remarkable.’

When I utilized the Ring of Fire to amplify Manhwagong’s firepower, the potency of my swordsmanship surged dramatically. I never imagined such a subtle technique lay dormant within it.

‘And that’s not all….’

The proficiency of Igi Eosgeom has increased as well.

The Ring of Fire seemed to affect not only Manhwagong but also Igi Eosgeom, elevating my swordsmanship itself.

My aura hadn’t expanded significantly, nor had my martial realm ascended, yet I felt an unmistakable certainty that I had grown considerably stronger.

‘What’s truly astounding….’

This is only the beginning.

Less than four days had passed since I obtained the opportunity from the Underground Archive.
With the Ring of Fire’s amplification still in an ambiguous state, I couldn’t help but wonder what results awaited me once I mastered it completely.

-Your luck truly is impeccable!

Wrath furrowed his brow as he observed the embers lingering on the Heavenly Sword.

-Of course, the effort you invested to earn such fortune is… well, minuscule.

He seemed reluctant to even call it luck, instead smacking his lips as he muttered something about minimal effort.

‘I appreciate the sentiment, however backhanded.’

Wrath sheathed the Heavenly Sword with a soft chuckle.

‘Wrath, can I ask you just one thing?’
-Speak.
‘If I fought a transcendent being at the beginner level right now, what would happen?’
-From the transcendent realm onward, there are no such fine distinctions as beginner or intermediate levels.

Wrath shook his head, explaining that the realm of transcendence operated by different rules.

-But if I must give you an answer, you could hold your own against someone who has only just entered transcendence.

He spoke with complete sincerity, not in jest or mockery, delivering his assessment with genuine conviction.

-You would certainly die, but the transcendent being facing you would likely perish as well.

Wrath nodded, acknowledging that I had reached a level where mutual destruction was possible.

‘That aligns with my own assessment.’

I clenched my fists.

‘I think I can fight transcendent beings now.’

The Continent had many Masters, and even a handful of Grand Masters, but transcendent beings were only the leaders of mega-scale factions.
My heart trembled at the realization that I had reached a stage where I could stand against such monsters.

‘So now with this power….’
-What will you do?

Wrath swallowed dryly, curious about my next move.

‘I’m going to beat them down.’

I smirked and turned my gaze toward the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen who were still training.

“Huh?”
“W-why did it suddenly get so cold?”
“Right? Winter is still quite far away….”

The swordsmen trembled at their shoulders as if I had read their very hearts.

-Is this guy really insane…?

Wrath exhaled a hollow breath and shook his head.

-You can’t say something like that there!
‘There’s no point in growing stronger alone.’

As I grinned and prepared for a new hellish training session, a hawk as white as snow descended before me.

‘That mark is…’

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at the folded paper tied to the hawk’s leg.

“Baekgyeong?”

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