The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 826

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Chapter 826

“Sigh…”

I exhaled a long breath as I watched Aris Zigheart standing alone before Giran Island.

‘You were right about what you said before.’
-What did I say before?

Wrath tilted his head, confused about my meaning.

‘You said all the women around me are strange. That was correct.’

There’s a saying: know your enemy and know yourself, and you’ll never be defeated in a hundred battles. It’s one of the fundamental military strategies spread across the entire Continent.

But Aris didn’t care who the enemy was—she simply rushed to the island and declared war.
It was hard to believe she was the eldest daughter of Glen Zigheart and part of the Zigheart Main Lineage.

-The True Demon King speaks no nonsense!

Wrath lifted his chin as if it were obvious.

-But that’s not something that should come from your mouth either.
‘Me?’

I pointed at myself with my index finger and tilted my head.

‘Why me?’
-Why? Because you’re the strangest of them all! Madness attracts madness, after all!

Wrath furrowed his brow as if I should have known this.

‘I’m not quite at that level.’

I shook my head as I watched Aris shouting for me to come out quickly.

‘I’m actually on the more ordinary side….’
—What utter nonsense!

Wrath brought his hand down with a sweeping gesture of dismissal.

—I have walked this world for countless ages, traversed every corner of existence, yet you alone are the only one who has deceived four Demon Lords!

He snorted derisively, telling me to engage in some self-reflection.

‘Hmm….’

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at the five flower bracelets encircling my wrist.

‘It’s not four—it’s five.’

【Wrath】, 【Sloth】, 【Envy】, 【Gluttony】, and 【Lust】, which I had obtained not long ago. Five bracelets wound around my wrist.

—W-wait, I wasn’t deceived!

Wrath cried out in protest.

—I was swindled!

He scowled, insisting he not be grouped with the other Demon Lords.

‘Right. You’re right.’

I chuckled softly as I looked at Wrath’s round, bulging eyes.

‘You don’t even need to be deceived—you just hand out rewards on your own.’
—T-that’s not something I’m doing either! It’s that damned system’s doing!

Wrath trembled, his cheeks flushed crimson with indignation.

“…I apologize.”

As I was teasing Wrath, Rabawin lowered his head with a thoroughly exhausted expression.

“I offer my apologies on behalf of Aris Zigheart.”

Rabawin’s shoulders drooped like a parent apologizing on behalf of a wayward child.

“It’s fine.”

Rimer patted Rabawin’s shoulder and shook his head.

“Besides, no one expected that reckless fool to act with any semblance of reason.”

He chuckled lightly, saying there was no need for an apology.

“Still….”

I glanced between Rabawin and Aris Zigheart, swallowing dryly.

“I didn’t expect it to be that extreme.”

Rabawin had said Giran Island was uninhabited.

The presence of multiple uninvited guests on an uninhabited island at this particular time suggested they were likely after the Soul Stone, yet charging in headfirst and unleashing a roar fell completely outside the bounds of my reasoning.

“That’s something we should learn!”
“Yeah. That was cool….”

Martha and Lunan nodded with their hands clasped together, seemingly captivated by Aris Zigheart’s bold actions.

“No, that’s not something you should learn!”

Burren Zigheart waved his hand at Lunan and Martha, saying that such conduct was unbecoming of a commander.

‘Sigh.’

I exhaled softly while observing Burren Zigheart.

‘Only Burren would do this.’

In truth, the one serving as vice-commander of the Gwangpung Corps was not Rimer, but Burren Zigheart.
I had considered handing the position to Martha or Lunan since he seemed exhausted lately, but it appeared that would be impossible.

-Indeed, even the True Demon King agrees.

Wrath nodded in agreement. The fact that he, who cherished Lunan and Martha, would say such a thing meant the situation was serious.

“What are you doing! Come quickly!”

Aris Zigheart waved cheerfully, urging me to cross over.

“…We should go.”

I nodded heavily and pushed off from the sea, heading toward Giran Island where Aris Zigheart had positioned herself.

I didn’t know who the enemy was, but strangely, I felt no anxiety.
It seemed to stem from my trust and confidence in Aris Zigheart as a warrior.

Hoping to become someone like her to the Gwangpung Corps, I set foot on Giran Island.
The outer shores were filled with gravel and rocks, while the interior was densely covered with forest and trees, obscuring the view.

“Why are you so slow?”

Aris Zigheart tilted her head, questioning why I wasn’t following faster.

“I know you’re strong, but this is too reckless, Aunt.”
“Life is too precious to waste gathering information and making plans.”

Despite her playful words, she spoke with a grave tone and placed her hand on her sword.

“Let’s finish this quickly and save Sia.”

Aris Zigheart’s eyes were fixed on the interior of the island with a quiet gaze, her mind focused solely on rescuing Sia.

“That’s true, but…”

I bit my lip. If those on this island found the Soul Stone first and escaped, tracking them would be difficult. Perhaps, as Aris Zigheart said, fighting to seize it might be the right approach even without information.
Still, the risk remained.

“Rabawin.”

Aris Zigheart gestured to Rabawin, who had arrived behind me.

“Do you remember where you saw the Soul Stone?”
“Yes. On the opposite coast from here.”

Rabawin answered immediately, startled by the intensity in Aris Zigheart’s gaze.

“So we’ll have to break through everything after all.”

Aris actually seemed pleased by this, licking her lips with anticipation.

Whoooosh!

As the sailors of the Gwangpung Corps and Cheongpung arrived before Giran Island, the forest within the island burned black, and two figures emerged walking from the darkness.

Goooo.

The man on the right was wrapped in a black robe from head to toe, and the robe—whether an artifact or not—burned like flames.

On the left stood a tall woman with bronze skin who seemed to live on this coast, her eyes sharpened like blades honed to a razor’s edge.

Both the man and woman radiated an aura far more imposing than their striking appearances suggested. They were stronger than herself.

Kugugugu!

Behind the man in the robe stood demons cloaked in darkness, while around the bronze-skinned woman burst forth Strange Beings draped in white robes. They were the malevolent spirits of the Black Tower and the White Blood Sect.

“Well, well. An old acquaintance.”

Aris twisted her lips into a smile as she regarded the bronze-skinned woman.

“2nd Apostle. You managed to escape last time, didn’t you?”
“The Zigheart encirclement was sloppy.”

The bronze-skinned woman called the 2nd Apostle shrugged her shoulders lightly, as if it were nothing.

“But you all…”

She narrowed her eyes as she swept her gaze across Aris and the Gwangpung Corps.

“Have you come to search for the Soul Stone?”

From the way she spoke, it seemed the 2nd Apostle had also seen the Soul Stone here, just as Rabawin had predicted.

“Then what do you intend to do?”

Aris Zigheart nodded, apparently realizing that deception would be pointless anyway.

“…Zigheart.”

The Black Robed Man’s dark eyes gleamed as he regarded the 2nd Apostle.

“It seems your information wasn’t false after all.”
“I told you it was correct from the start!”

The 2nd Apostle furrowed her brow, wondering why he wouldn’t believe her.

“Who are you?”

Aris Zigheart lowered her brows as she looked at the Black Robed Man.

“With that gloomy getup, you look like one of those Black Tower bastards.”

She threw mockery at the Black Robed Man as if probing him.

“…”

The Black Robed Man didn’t answer Aris Zigheart and instead gazed at the 2nd Apostle.

“Who is that woman?”

He spoke in a quiet tone as if unfamiliar with Aris Zigheart.

“Huh?”

Aris Zigheart’s anger flared at being unknown, veins bulging across her forehead.

“Aris Zigheart.”

The 2nd Apostle’s lips moved without taking her eyes off Aris Zigheart’s hands.

“A Transcendent of Zigheart.”

She exhaled a short sigh, her expression darkening at the gravity of the situation.

“Damn it! I should have searched faster and gotten out of here!”

The 2nd Apostle furrowed her brow, blaming them for their sluggish pace.

“….”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he studied the Black Robed Man.

‘Something feels off.’

His vital energy is far too weak.

Typically, the stronger a master, the more vibrant their life force—yet despite this Black Robed Man possessing an aura stronger than my own, his vital essence was barely perceptible, as if he were on death’s door.

“You’re certainly formidable. Leaving you unchecked would be dangerous.”

The Black Robed Man nodded, acknowledging Aris’s martial prowess.

“I’ll hold her back. You find the Soul Stone. Can you manage that?”
“Is that even possible?”

The 2nd Apostle’s eyes widened. She too seemed uncertain of the Black Robed Man’s true capabilities.

“It’s sufficient.”

The Black Robed Man’s voice remained steady and unwavering—a testament to his genuine conviction that he could contain Aris Zigheart.

“Ha!”

Aris Zigheart swept back her crimson hair with a hollow laugh.

“Aris Zigheart has truly fallen far. Being dismissed by some mere curtain like this.”

She treated the Black Robed Man as nothing more than a screen, baring her white teeth in a predatory grin.

“My foolish younger brother caused quite the embarrassment, it seems. Today, I’ll show you all what the blade of Zigheart truly is.”

Aris Zigheart drew a sinister smile, declaring she would properly deal with the Black Robed Man and the 2nd Apostle in Karun’s stead.

“While I keep them occupied, find the Soul Stone and return.”

The Black Robed Man stepped forward, mentioning they would meet at the designated location.

“Understood.”

The 2nd Apostle nodded readily.

“Without Aris Zigheart, they’re nothing but insects. It won’t be difficult.”

She raised her fingertips, claiming she could slaughter them all.

“I’m not sure who’s supposed to keep whom occupied. And…”

Aris placed her hand on Raon’s shoulder, her gaze turning cold and sharp.

“Insects? Our children may be lacking, but my nephews and nieces are quite formidable.”

Aris declared her trust in Raon and the Gwangpung Corps, then immediately drew her blade.

Shing!

The moment her sword left its sheath, her spatial blade shot forward, slicing past the Black Robed Man’s neck.

Whoosh!

Yet the Black Robed Man transformed his body into mist, evading Aris’s blade. He was no swordsman—more like a mage or sorcerer.

“Quite impatient, aren’t you.”

As the Black Robed Man extended his hand, black mist erupted around Aris, pulling at her ankles.

“Aunt!”

Raon reached out toward Aris, but the mist blocked his path, and he couldn’t reach her.

-So that’s a Demon Race entity.

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he observed the Black Robed Man.

-It didn’t descend in its true form; it permeated into the flesh. That body must be artificially constructed as well.

He smacked his lips, noting that the creature was a Demon Race that had entered a body crafted like an artifact.

“Ugh, this is disgusting.”

Aris Zigheart frowned as she gazed at her lower body, trapped within the black vortex.

“A human cannot escape from there.”

The Black Robed Man, now one with the mist itself, shook his head as if urging her to surrender.

“Sorry, but I’m not your average human!”

Aris Zigheart resisted the black mist that pulled at her like a black hole, lifting her upper body with sheer force.
She suppressed the mist—woven from power, aura, and demonic energy—with overwhelming pressure.

“Hmm….”

The Black Robed Man let out a small, surprised breath at Aris Zigheart’s overwhelming strength.

“Raon. You can do this, right?”

Aris Zigheart forced down the black mist as she looked toward Raon.

“We can win without sacrificing any of our people, can’t we?”

She nodded, telling him to speak now if that wasn’t possible.

“….”

Raon didn’t answer immediately, instead fixing his cold gaze upon the 2nd Apostle.

“We can. We have our own grievances with them, after all.”

The 2nd Apostle had shattered the Castle Wall of Zigheart and infiltrated it to kill Sylvia.
When I heard about that incident, my blood boiled for quite some time, but now that an opportunity for revenge had presented itself, I welcomed it instead.

“Then I trust you.”

Aris smiled coldly and released the tension from her body. Her flesh melted into the ground along with black mist.

“Hmm?”

When Aris opened her eyes again, a space stained pitch-black appeared before her. Dense demonic energy emanated from the ceiling, walls, and ground alike.

“Is this a barrier?”
“In that dimension, it seemed I couldn’t defeat you.”

The ground rippled like mud, and the Black Robed Man rose from it.
He had the appearance of a human, but he seemed to be composed of smoke in reality.

“Then you can win here?”

Aris let out a scoff as if unimpressed.

“Winning doesn’t matter. All I need to do is buy time.”

He shook his head as if all that mattered was restraining her.

“That’s the problem with you Black Tower bastards. Your brains are so saturated with demonic energy that you can’t make proper judgments.”

Aris tapped her head lightly as she regarded the Black Robed Man.

“I won’t kill you here.”

She raised her sword with a bitter smile.

“I want to show you who’s standing outside.”

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“Resentment, is it….”

The 2nd Apostle chuckled softly and shook her head.

“Under normal circumstances, you might have bested me.”

She tilted her chin toward Raon.

“But today is a day without fluctuation.”

A tremendous aura of blood energy surged over the 2nd Apostle’s shoulders. It was the aura of a transcendent being who had surpassed the Grand Master realm.

“Gwangpung Corps.”

Raon received the 2nd Apostle’s aura head-on and extended his hand.

“Cut them all down.”
“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Corps drew their blades without a moment’s hesitation and charged toward the Black Tower’s demons and White Blood Cult members.

“Slaughter them all!”

The 2nd Apostle stamped her foot and issued the charge command, refusing to be outdone.
The malevolent spirits of the Black Tower and White Blood Cult behind her rushed toward the Gwangpung Corps.

BOOM!

The two forces collided head-on, and a tremendous shockwave erupted.

Yet the disparity between the two forces became apparent from the very first clash.

SQUELCH!

The Gwangpung Corps, clad in armor and surging with aura, transformed the White Blood Cult members and Black Tower demons who charged at them into mere heaps of blood and gore.
The gap in power was as vast as the distance between heaven and earth.

“How dare you!”

Martha raised her sword, her brow furrowing deeply.

“Your training is insufficient.”

Burren Zigheart waved his hand, telling her to spend time training instead of drinking people’s blood.

“Pathetic….”

Lunan Slion likewise lowered his head briefly, his expression contemptuous.

“If we press forward like this, we can end it in one stroke….”
“Whelps!”

Martha stepped forward, about to swing her blade, when a snow-white hand flew toward her face.

“Ah….”

It was the 2nd Apostle. Rather than targeting Raon, she had thrown herself forward to sever the life of Martha, who stood at the very front.

Clang!

Just before the 2nd Apostle’s hand pierced Martha’s throat, a blade blazing with infernal fire violently knocked her strike away.

“Mm….”

The 2nd Apostle retreated, grasping her trembling hand.

“Look at me.”

Raon gazed down at the 2nd Apostle, tilting his chin slightly. His eyes began to burn with the flames of arrogance.

“The one who will take your life stands right here.”

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