The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 832

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Chapter 832

“This is ridiculous!”

Aris kicked the hunched middle-aged man’s rear end with a frown creasing her brow.

“Oof!”

The middle-aged man collapsed to the ground, clutching his backside. Watching him straighten his back, I realized he’d been faking the hunched posture.

“Why, why are you hitting me! I brought you this information after barely surviving a life-threatening ordeal….”
“Have you already forgotten the hell I went through because of that damned information!”

Aris tapped the middle-aged man’s forehead repeatedly, asking if he’d forgotten.

“Filthy! Freezing! Scorching! An absolutely insane dungeon it was!”

She trembled her clenched fists, saying she’d considered destroying the entire dungeon.

“If it concerns the young master’s whereabouts….”

I lowered my gaze to observe the middle-aged man.

“Is this about Seif?”
“That’s right.”

Aris clicked her tongue briefly and nodded.

“I told you I went to that dungeon to find my son. This bastard here sold me the information.”

She wrinkled her nose as she looked at the crouched middle-aged man.

“R-Raon, is it? I’m Paras, an informant for Aris.”

The middle-aged man introduced himself as Paras and bowed his head.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Since he was said to be Aris Zigheart’s informant, I accepted his greeting with proper courtesy.

“No need for formalities. I came from a life of thievery.”
“…A thief, sir?”
“That’s right. I met him during a mission and reformed him into an informant. He had the skills for it and was quite useful, but he’s getting old and isn’t what he used to be.”

Aris Zigheart shook her head, saying she wasn’t satisfied with how he’d been handling things lately.

“So, I went alone and double-checked everything myself.”

Paras lifted his gaze while remaining on his knees before Aris Zigheart.

“The Wizard Dungeon?”
“Yes! It’s so strange that there was absolutely nothing in such a dungeon.”
“Someone must have taken it first.”

Aris Zigheart shrugged, saying it was quite common for dungeons to be empty.

“And what’s in the dungeon doesn’t really matter. The real problem is whether that damned son of ours even went there or not, and there wasn’t a single trace of him.”
“But considering Seif’s movements, there’s nowhere else he could have gone!”

Paras shook his head, asking if it wasn’t certain that Seif had passed through Bulang Village.

“Sigh, so what did you see when you went back to the dungeon?”

Aris Zigheart nodded her chin slightly, as if willing to listen.

“There’s one thing I discovered first.”

Paras lifted his gleaming eyes.

“I was in the dungeon for four days, but when I came out, only one day had passed. I thought time was flowing slowly, but it seems the opposite can happen too!”

He shook his head vigorously, saying the speed at which time flowed was changing arbitrarily.

“That’s a discovery?”

Aris Zigheart raised her fist as if she knew it would be like this.

“P-Please, hear me out to the end!”

Paras waved both hands frantically, his jaw trembling.

“I was about to give up and turn back myself, but I discovered Strange Beings heading toward the Wizard Dungeon!”
“Strange Beings?”
“Yes. They were cloaked entirely in robes covered in dust and dirt, but the aura they emanated was deeply ominous.”

He swallowed hard, saying that merely seeing them sent chills down his spine.

“Sensing something was amiss, I decided to follow them, and sure enough, they entered the Wizard Dungeon.”
“Hmm….”

Aris lowered the fist she’d been about to throw and nodded.

“Continue.”
“Ah, yes!”

Paras took a deep breath and straightened his posture.

“I suppressed my presence as much as possible and followed them. As you know, that Wizard Dungeon constantly shifts and causes people to lose their way, but they navigated with perfect precision as if they possessed a map. It took them only a few hours to reach the dungeon’s end.”

He continued speaking in a hushed voice, as though afraid someone might overhear.

“At the dungeon’s end—the very place we ultimately found nothing and turned back from—they placed a crimson jewel and began chanting some form of incantation.”

Paras mimicked those Strange Beings, pressing his palms together.

“As I endured the searing pain in my ears and lowered my gaze, black smoke billowed beneath their feet, and a pitch-black hole opened. It was a passage leading downward!”

He bit his lip, still trembling at the memory.

“A hole?”

Aris narrowed her eyes, studying Paras intently.

“That doesn’t make sense. When I spread my senses, I felt nothing below.”

She shook her head, insisting it was merely ordinary ground.

“I already told you. They used sorcery!”

Paras described the sorcerers’ actions again, insisting he had witnessed it firsthand.

“Hmm….”

Aris narrowed her eyes as she contemplated the matter.

-If the mother were like that, even the True Demon King would flee! Not searching is actually helping!

Wrath shook his head at Seif, telling him not to inflict any more suffering on Aris.

‘You never know.’

If Seif truly wanted to escape from Aris, that would be fortunate, but there could be something sinister at play, so searching first was the priority.

“You said there were gems too, right?”

Aris spread her fingers as she looked at Paras.

“Yes? Yes! Each of them placed a gem on the ground.”
“Sorcery alone would be difficult to deceive my perception with. But if those gems are artifacts, then it’s possible.”

She nodded, saying that if the space was created using both artifacts and sorcery, even she might not detect it.

“I had a similar experience not long ago.”

I stepped forward, looking at Paras.

“Even though it was right in front of me, I didn’t know there was a passage leading underground.”

I recalled the door to the Underground Archive that had been hidden within the Chad’s office, confirming that such a thing was indeed possible.

“Fine. Continue.”

Aris nodded, deciding to trust Paras’s account for now.

“Th-thank you.”

Paras bowed his head to Raon and continued his account.

“I followed those three into a hole that rippled with darkness. It felt as eerie as the path leading to the Demon Realm.”
-What nonsense! The Demon Realm isn’t such a vile place!

Wrath shouted, telling him not to speak of things he didn’t understand.

“The passage wasn’t particularly long, but I could tell we descended quite deeply. After suppressing my presence further and emerging from the Black Hole, a grotesque space appeared—its ceiling, floor, and walls all fashioned from metal.”
“A space made of metal?”
“Yes. When I tried to move cautiously since there was nowhere to hide, I heard human groans emanating from the metal walls and underground. That’s when I realized—this place was a prison.”

He gripped his shoulders, saying his flesh still trembled at the memory.

“A prison constructed entirely of metal—walls, ceiling, and floor….”

Rimer’s eyes narrowed.

“It sounds familiar somehow.”
“Isn’t it the Iron Chain Alliance that waged war a hundred years ago?”

Aris Zigheart lowered her brows, suggesting it resembled traces of the Iron Chain Alliance.

‘The Iron Chain Alliance….’

I lowered my chin slightly.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve heard that name.’

The Iron Chain Alliance was a military organization that harmonized armor craftsmanship with sorcery, creating weapons and armor capable of blocking even strong qi.

I’d heard they were a force comparable to the Five Emperors Five Demons, but ultimately perished after waging excessive conquest wars.

“I never saw the Iron Chain Alliance’s prison myself, but what I witnessed resembled what I’d heard about it.”

Paras exhaled a shallow breath and continued.

“Those sorcerers moved through the metal corridors with familiarity, but I couldn’t follow them.”

His shoulders hunched as his lips trembled.

“My instincts as a thief warned me that if I went any further, I would die.”

Paras raised his frightened eyes, saying that if he had ignored that warning, he wouldn’t be standing here now.

‘That makes sense.’

I nodded calmly.

If there truly was a prison made of iron as Paras described, the defenses inside would be far more formidable. All things considered, returning safely was impressive.

“I was thinking it was too dangerous to venture alone, so I was about to turn back….”

Paras swallowed hard and lifted his head.

“But then I heard S-Seif’s screams from the deepest part of the prison.”
“Seif?”
“Yes!”

He exhaled heavily, insisting it was definitely Seif’s voice.

“What nonsense….”

Aris frowned as she looked at Paras.

“There’s no way Seif would be imprisoned in a place like that! Besides, there are plenty of people with similar voices!”

She shook her head firmly, denying it outright, but her expression had grown gravely serious.

“You know well, Lady Aris—I’ve heard Seif’s screams more than anyone else when he gets beaten and thrown out by you.”

Paras trembled the hand supporting him on the ground, explaining that he knew this well since he had trained alongside Seif.

“And as I mentioned earlier, it’s certain that Seif went to that Wizard Dungeon. What if he went alone and was captured by the sorcerers….”

He grabbed his head in worry for Seif.

“….”

I turned my gaze from Paras to look at Aris. Her eyes trembled as she bit at her fingernails.
A sight she had never shown even during the war. She was genuinely flustered.

“If we’re going, we need to move as quickly as possible,” Paras said.

Paras remained on his knees, his head bowed.

“Judging by that fractured voice, we may not have much time to spare.”
“Aris…”

Rabawin also bit his lips without offering any counsel.

“Ugh…”

Aris wiped cold sweat from her brow and ran her fingers through her disheveled hair before finally making a decision and walking toward me.

“Raon, I’m sorry. It looks like I’ll have to see Sia later.”

She shook her head, having decided to find Seif first.

“I’m coming with you.”

I lifted my calm gaze toward Aris, whose head was bowed.

“Why would you…”
“I want to meet the older brother who’s supposedly so accomplished, and I want to see the faces of those bastards who kidnapped people.”

Besides, that peculiar dungeon might have been created by my ancestors, so I wanted to see it.

“But you need to save Sia! Think of family first!”

Aris furrowed her brow, insisting I return to Zigheart and secure the soul stone first.

“Of course that’s important. However…”

I gently grasped Aris’s trembling hand and smiled softly.

“Aunt is family to me too.”
“Well said! You’ve got a good head on your shoulders!”
“That’s right. Since we’ve received help so many times, it’s only proper that we help in return now.”
“Aunt….”

Martha, Burren, and Lunan nodded in agreement, sharing the same sentiment.

“You all….”

Aris found herself at a loss for words and lowered her head.

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“Hmm….”

Pedrick scratched the side of his head after finishing his examination of Sia.

“Why? Why is something wrong?”

Sylvia leaned forward so intensely with her hands clasped together that she nearly toppled over.

“Has something happened to Sia?”

Her eyes burned with such desperation, as though she would offer her very soul for Sia’s sake.

“Holy One….”

Edgar too seemed tense, his lips pale as he called out to Pedrick.

“It’s nothing serious.”

Pedrick shook his head lightly, dismissing their concern.

“Sia’s soul seems to be fluctuating at a slightly faster interval than before, but I’m uncertain whether this is a good sign or a bad one.”

He furrowed his brow, noting that Raon might simply be in an adaptation phase, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“…You need to speak faster.”

Glen Zigheart frowned at Pedrick, whose complexion had grown pale with tension.

“I’m telling you, I’ve never treated a patient like Sia before! Every single step feels like walking on thin ice.”

Pedrick wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead and shook his head. He exhaled a long breath, exhausted from the examination alone.

“In any case, she’s stable now, isn’t she?”

Glen asked about Sia’s condition with lips parched dry.

“Yes. It’s not a movement of great significance. But as I mentioned before, we can’t predict what will happen next, so it would be best to find the Soul Stone as quickly as possible.”

Pedrick stroked his beard, saying that to minimize variables, treatment needed to happen swiftly.

“I’m sorry….”

Sylvia caressed Sia’s hand, burying her face in the bedside.

“….”

Edgar held back all his words and gripped Sylvia’s shoulder firmly.

“…I understand.”

Glen Zigheart nodded heavily and left the infirmary.

“Sigh….”

He breathed in the night air and exhaled a sigh he couldn’t share with his daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter who hadn’t awakened.

‘How powerless.’

Even with the epithet of Brain God and the name of Zigheart, there was nothing he could do. It felt like returning to his helpless childhood days.

Yet he couldn’t act directly either. If information leaked and Oma attacked while he was away, the damage would be on an entirely different scale than before.

“How suffocating.”

Glen gazed up at the night sky, pressing firmly against his throbbing temples.

After exhaling a small sigh of irritation, he turned to head back toward the Patriarch’s Hall when he spotted Chad rushing toward him from the distance.

“H-Head of House! Head of House!”

Chad gasped for breath, his words tumbling out in disarray.

“Slowly.”

Glen raised his hand toward Chad in a calming gesture.

“What is it?”
“R-Raon has sent you a letter, Head of House!”

Chad thrust forward a white envelope, claiming it had just arrived.

“So he’s reached the island.”

Glen accepted the envelope with a faint smile, unfolding the letter to ease his mind as he admired his grandson’s neat handwriting.

“Hm…?”

Yet Glen could not smile. His jaw trembled as he read the letter’s contents.

“Is this truly the case?”
“H-Head of House, it’s a personal letter, so I haven’t seen it…”

Chad blinked in confusion, wondering what had happened.

“…He says he’s found the Soul Stone.”

Glen immediately spun around and kicked open the doors of Pedrick Mansion, rushing inside.

“F-Father?”
“Father?”

Sylvia and Edgar blinked as they looked at Glen.

“What are you doing?”

Pedrick twirled his finger, questioning if Glen had lost his mind.

“Raon found the Soul Stone!”

Glen showed Raon’s letter and broke into a bright smile—one he hadn’t worn in a long time.

“R-Raon?”
“Already…?”
“Goodness!”

Sylvia, Edgar, and Pedrick all widened their eyes in astonishment.

“Raon….”

Sylvia’s eyes, which she had been holding back, finally spilled over with tears of emotion.

“I never thought he’d find it so quickly. He’s truly my grandson!”

Glen let out an exclamation, finally voicing the words he’d been too embarrassed to say before.

“No, he’s my son first!”

Sylvia wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes and smiled gently.

“He’s my son too… No, wait!”

Edgar’s lips trembled before he glanced at Sylvia and Glen’s expressions and quickly lowered his head.

“What about me? The one who saved his life seems too insignificant….”

Pedrick smacked his lips and rolled his eyes.

A warm presence filled Sia’s infirmary for the first time in a long while.

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I gestured to Wrath from the deck of the Cheongpung as it cut through the waves.

‘Wrath.’
-Why do you call upon me?

Wrath tilted his head slightly, rolling his eyes.

‘You were looking forward to the festival. Why are you just sitting there?’
-Even the True Demon King understands that family is precious.

He shook his head.

-Do not view the True Demon King as so cold-blooded.
‘…Thank you.’
-Hmph!

Wrath snorted while gazing out at the sea.

‘And there’s something I wanted to ask.’
-What is it?
‘Rust.’
-KYAAAAAAAH!

Wrath collapsed in that very pose he’d been striking.

-Where! Where is she! Where is that Mad Woman!
‘….’
-Huh? What, what is it! She hasn’t appeared, has she?
‘I only just said Rust’s name.’

I let out a hollow laugh. I knew Wrath feared Rust, but I hadn’t realized it was to this extent.

-Ahem! So what did you want to ask?

Wrath’s face flushed with embarrassment as he slowly lifted himself up.

‘Hmm, Rust is a Demon Lord I can trust, right?’
-Trustworthy, you say….

Wrath stroked his chin.

-You’ve seen it yourself, but in terms of stalking behavior, she’s absolutely untrustworthy. However, if you’re asking about basic trust, there’s no demon race more reliable than her.

He nodded, saying that aside from the stalking, she’d keep her promises well.

‘If you vouch for her, I can trust her.’

I smiled and turned my body.

-It’s not something you can say so easily.

Wrath shook his head, telling me to judge carefully, though I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

‘I trust you because you trust Rust.’
-Hmm….

His eyelids trembled as he struggled to find words.

“Merlin, Rust. Come out.”

I couldn’t sense any presence from Merlin or Rust, but I called them out, certain they were there.

Whoooosh!

The moment I finished speaking, a pink aura swirled in the empty air, and the sea otter I’d seen before leaped onto the deck.

“You found me first—now that’s something!”

Merlin laughed cheerfully, waving the small stone she used to crack open shells.

“Hnngh….”

Rust was sniffling, still unable to believe she’d lost.

-What, what?! You crazy things are still following me?

Wrath screamed at Merlin and Rust.

-And why did you summon these creatures!

He shook his head, unable to comprehend.

“I have a favor to ask of you.”

I withdrew the soul stone I had kept hidden in my bosom.

“Please take this soul stone to Zigheart.”

As I spoke, I extended the soul stone toward the two of them.

“Huh…?”

Merlin’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Mother and Grandfather must be worried, so I wanted to set their minds at ease first.”

I lowered my head as I made the request.

“Y-you’re entrusting something this important to me?”

Merlin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Hmm…”

Rust also seemed to understand the general situation, her brows furrowing.

“Yes. Because I trust you both.”

I nodded as I spoke those words.

-No, this won’t do! You shouldn’t have said that to those stalkers!

Despite Wrath’s desperate cry, my words had already been spoken, and the eyes of Merlin and Rust ignited with fierce, burning flames.

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