The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 833

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Chapter 833

“This is a proposal, right? You’re asking me to marry you, right?”

Merlin cried out in delight and bounced up and down. Of course, she still maintained the appearance of a baby sea otter.

“I understand. I’ll be with you forever.”

Rust also accepted the trust as a proposal, opening her Pink Aura Entity form and revealing a breathtaking beauty that seemed to dispel the melancholy of the night.

“Huh…?”

I stepped back and swallowed hard. I had only said I trusted them, but I couldn’t understand why they were suddenly asking me to marry them.

-You fool! The number one thing you should never say to those mad women is that you trust them!

Wrath cried out that I had sown the seeds of destruction and shook his head.

‘But still, a sudden proposal coming out of nowhere is strange, isn’t it?’
-When you entrust the most important thing to them while saying you trust them, of course they would accept it as a proposal! I told you not to think of those mad women as normal people!

He thumped his own chest in frustration.

‘So… it’s my fault? I was the one being stalked.’
-Yes, it is! It’s all your fault!
‘Ugh…’

I had only forgiven those who stalked me and said I trusted them, yet hearing that it was wrong made me laugh bitterly.

However, looking at the gleam in Merlin and Rust’s eyes, I could clearly feel that I had made a mistake.

“Where should we hold the ceremony? I’m fine with somewhere small. I don’t have any friends to invite anyway.”

Merlin smiled brightly as she mentioned having no friends.

“I want to do it somewhere grand. To invite you, me, and all of my subordinates, we’d have to turn that entire mansion into a venue.”

Rust’s pink eyes gleamed as though she intended to transform all of Zigheart into a ceremonial venue.

“Oh, that’s right—animal friends! You know them too, don’t you?”

Merlin drew a subtle smile, suggesting she could summon her animal companions.

“Ah….”

I watched the dreamy expressions on Merlin and Rust’s faces and pressed my lips together firmly.

‘They’re not listening to reason.’

Both of them were lost in their own imaginations, deaf to anything from the outside world. A chill ran down my spine.

“Wait, calm down. That’s not what I meant.”

I raised both hands to block their view.

“Not what you meant? Then what did you mean?”

Merlin’s voice emerged parched and hollow as she gazed at the soul stone in her hand.

“…Tell us.”

Rust’s warm pink eyes had frozen cold, her jaw clenched.

“Hmm….”

I exhaled a long breath internally under their piercing gazes.

A sense of crisis washed over me—one wrong word and this ship could sink. The tension gripping my entire body surpassed even what I’d felt fighting the 2nd Apostle.

‘All right. Let me turn this around.’

After rehearsing my words mentally, I opened my mouth slowly.

“You both know this soul stone is more precious to me than my own life. It’s the only answer that can save my people.”

I lowered my voice and extended the soul stone toward Merlin and Rust.

“And right now, you two are the only ones I can entrust this soul stone to.”

I looked at Merlin and Rust in turn, twisting my lips slightly.

“I was willing to entrust you with the soul stone because I believed in you, but the response I’m getting is truly disappointing. Instead of discussing how to transport it properly, you’re bringing up other matters first. It seems I’ve misjudged you both.”

I shook my head slowly, speaking with genuine disappointment.

“No! I’m sorry!”

Merlin immediately lowered her head and offered an apology.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think that should come first either….”

Rust also admitted her mistake, her brows furrowing.

“Is that so?”

I mimicked Wrath’s tone and sent a cold gaze toward Merlin and Rust.

“Yes! We’ll work together and definitely deliver it to Grandfather!”

Merlin clasped her hands together, determined to deliver it to Glen by any means necessary.

“Trust us.”

Rust also pressed her lips firmly, vowing to protect the soul stone against anyone who came.

“…Fine. Then I’ll trust you one more time.”

I nodded briefly and retrieved the soul stone again.

-What… what just happened?

Wrath’s eyes widened in confusion.

-They were insisting on marriage just moments ago, so why suddenly….
‘They really enjoyed receiving my trust, so I thought if I threatened to take it away, they’d react like this.’

Merlin and Rust had only followed me around one-sidedly until now, and this was the first time they received my clear trust.
Moreover, since I was entrusting them with the most important item, I anticipated that if they lost its value, they would panic and apologize like that.

‘But who should I give it to?’

Since there was only one soul stone, I had to give it to one of the two.

Merlin was more trustworthy, but Rust was superior in terms of combat ability, so I was troubled.

Moreover, if I gave it to one person, the other might be disappointed, which made my head ache even more.

‘How should I resolve this….’

As I was biting my lip and contemplating, Merlin set down the stone she’d been using to crack shells and reached out her hand.

“Give it to me. She’s directionally challenged, so it’s better if she follows me.”

Merlin nodded, saying she would take it herself.

“Hmm….”

Rust let out a groan without being able to refute the comment about being directionally challenged.

‘Directionally challenged?’
-I told you before! She can’t find her way, so when it really matters, she’s nowhere to be found!
‘Ah, that’s right.’

Now that I thought about it, even when Wrath first told me about Rust, he’d mentioned her directional problems.

“She’s terrible at finding her way. All she has to do is go straight, but suddenly she goes backward on her own!”

Merlin shook her head, saying that if it weren’t for her, Rust wouldn’t have even made it this far.

“I-It’s not that bad….”

Rust made a weak protest while only rolling her eyes.

“Alright then. Merlin will carry it, and Rust, you guard her from the side.”

I smiled faintly and handed the Soul Stone to Merlin.

“And there’s no need to exhaust both of your souls just to transport the Soul Stone. Take your time—just move it safely.”
“Got it!”
“Understood….”

Merlin and Rust’s beautiful eyes sparkled with emotion at my concern for them.

“Then I’m counting on you.”

I nodded at Merlin and Rust with my hands clasped together in front of me.

“Trust me. And….”

Merlin, who had been smiling brightly, revealed an eerie glint in her eyes.

“The words you left unfinished—you’ll tell us after this is all done, right?”

She drew a smile tinged with madness, showing no intention of backing down.

“After we deliver the Soul Stone, I’ll listen in detail. Very, very carefully.”

Rust flashed a chilling gaze, repeating the word “carefully” as if she’d kidnap me if I refused to tell.

“….”

The two of them exchanged a brief glance before vanishing into the night-soaked sea.

Splash!

I watched the spray of water that erupted before my eyes and swallowed hard.

‘Wait, I didn’t forget about that, did I?’
-Kehehehe!

Wrath laughed knowingly, as if he’d expected this.

-Acting all impressive! You just postponed the problem, that’s all!

That fellow waved his hand mockingly, telling me to handle it well.

‘Why are you laughing?’
-Because it’s funny, so I laugh…
‘This isn’t just my problem, you know? Especially Rust—she’s chasing you, not me.’
-Ah…

Wrath seemed to realize he was now caught up in this situation too, his laughing expression freezing into stone.

-Ah, what do I do! You damned bastard!

He grabbed my collar and shook me, demanding why I kept stirring up trouble.

‘Won’t the future Raon and Wrath handle future problems?’

I chuckled, saying we should think about such things later.

-That doesn’t make sense!

Wrath kept throwing punches, insisting I think of a solution right now.

‘It’ll work out somehow. Besides, there’s something I need to do first.’

I turned around while taking Wrath’s punches.

“Why didn’t you stop him?”

I called out to the person hiding in the darkness, gazing at the quiet deck.

“Deputy Master?”

At the mention of deputy master, Rimer stepped out from the shadow of the sail drawn by moonlight.

He had been watching the entire situation from the beginning yet said nothing.
I had expected him to interject at some point, so this was quite unexpected personally.

“How could a deputy master stop the Organization Master?”

Rimer shrugged with his characteristic leisurely smile.

“Defiance is only possible for an ill-mannered brat like you.”

He laughed, saying he was merely a powerless old man.

“Still, I never expected you to simply watch as Merlin took possession of the soul stone.”

Raon lowered his gaze slightly. Though Rimer often displayed laziness and composure, his judgment in matters of importance was sharper than even my own.
The fact that he had seen everything yet said nothing was certainly unexpected.

“Just as you told those two, I trust you as well.”

Rimer simply laughed, as if that were all there was to it.

“Hmm….”

Raon bit his lip thinly as he regarded Rimer.

‘It’s different.’

Rimer spoke of trusting the Gwangpung Corps so often it had grown tiresome, yet lately his voice carried a sincerity unlike when we were young.

“I think I’ve asked this before, but be honest with me. You really do have a terminal illness, don’t you?”
“I told you, I don’t!”

Rimer struck his own chest firmly, insisting he was perfectly fine.

-It is true.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he observed Rimer.

-Displeasing as it is, that damned fool is annoyingly healthy.

He snorted, irritated that Rimer was in such good health.

“Then you’re thinking of returning to Sepia?”
“Why would I go to that tedious place! I’ve devoted both body and soul to Zigheart!”

Rimer waved his hand dismissively, telling him to stop spouting nonsense.

“Then why did you change so much?”
“I didn’t change. I was always like this.”

Rimer shook his head calmly.

“From the moment I came to Zigheart following your grandfather, I’ve been in this state.”
“But the Unit Commander I knew….”
“Yes. The flame went out for a while in between. Partly because of me, partly because of Zigheart. But I found kindling to reignite it.”

He gazed at me with a warm smile.

“Having witnessed new light and hope, and walking alongside that radiance, I must return to my original self.”

Rimer nodded slightly, then turned and descended toward the crew quarters.

-Light? What light?

Wrath tilted his head in confusion.

‘How oblivious.’

I regarded Wrath with a look of exasperation.

‘Don’t you dare call me oblivious ever again.’
-W-wait, was that directed at me?

Wrath’s eyes widened in disbelief.

‘Who else would it be?’
-This bastard is light and hope?! He’s darkness and despair!

He shrieked that I deserved to be called the Demon Lord of mockery and despair.

-Why can’t anyone see it?! This wretch’s insides are blacker than the celestial race! Pitch black, I tell you!

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Cheongpung had ridden without rest, day and night, until arriving at the Port Town where Seif was last sighted.

“Rabawin stays in Cheongpung. Only I, the Gwangpung Corps, and Paras will go.”

The moment Aris Zigheart disembarked from the ship, she divided the personnel as if she had already considered it beforehand.

“Understood.”

Rabawin nodded, thinking it was right that he guard the ship since this was the second mooring.

“Let’s depart.”

Aris bit at her fingernails while gazing toward the back of the village, her impatience evident.

“I shall guide you.”

Paras stepped forward, offering to lead the way.

“Why are you stating the obvious! Just hurry up!”

Aris slapped Paras on the back. Though it seemed like her usual playful manner, her complexion was dark.
It was clear she was suppressing the anxiety burning within her.

“Yes. I’ll move as quickly as possible.”

Paras also seemed to sense Aris’s emotions, nodding with his lips pressed tight.

“You don’t need to.”

Aris shook her head.

“Seeing that they created a space I couldn’t find means they’re no ordinary foes. Safety comes first, so let’s proceed calmly.”

Even as she worried for her son, she advised everyone to prioritize their own lives above all else.

“Then let’s go at a measured pace.”
“Yes.”

Raon nodded and entered the Port Town.

Though the village was modest in size, befitting a settlement sustained by fishing, the faces of its residents radiated vitality and laughter.

There was some wariness toward outsiders, but being a port city, it wasn’t particularly pronounced. It was, quite simply, an ordinary village.

“You’re certain that Seif passed through here?”
“Yes.”

Paras turned and nodded.

“Quite a few people saw Seif’s distinctive features. He’s remarkably handsome, after all. Though, of course, not quite on the level of you, Raon.”

He offered a light jest to dispel the heavy atmosphere.

“You know what’s up. Our nephew is the best!”

Aris tapped Paras on the shoulder and nodded. Her expression remained composed, but her voice trembled faintly.

“It will be fine.”

I shook my head, watching Aris force a smile.

“There’s no guarantee that the person who screamed was Seif, and even if it was, someone held captive for so long wouldn’t be killed suddenly. There will certainly be an opportunity to save him.”
“…Thank you. But your aunt is still too strong to accept comfort just yet.”

Aris thanked me for my concern while stroking her own head.

“Right. Either way, it will be fine.”

She moved her lips as if making a vow to herself.

‘There’s really nothing special about this village.’

Being a small port town, even ordinary warriors were scarcely visible.
It felt like observing a small mountain village nestled within Zigheart Territory.

‘Which makes it perfect for hiding something.’

Since it was a place that outsiders rarely visited, it seemed like the perfect location for someone targeting something specific or hiding treasure.

“I, I just heard about it.”

Paras approached Aris Zigheart and lowered his voice slightly.

“No one has come out from the Forest direction, or so they say.”

He shook his head, noting that the sorcerers likely remained in the Wizard Dungeon.

“Of course, there’s a possibility they escaped through another route….”
“It doesn’t matter either way.”

Aris Zigheart shook her head, her fists clenched.

“I’ll just crush them all.”

She bit her lip, certain that sorcerers who imprisoned people couldn’t possibly be decent folk.

“Let’s head to the Wizard Dungeon immediately.”

Aris Zigheart declared there was no need to linger in the Village any longer and immediately departed.

“I’ll increase our pace from here on. Please keep up.”

The moment Paras stepped outside the Village, he transformed into a streak of black light and surged into the Forest.
A speed that the Gwangpung Corps could barely maintain—what was remarkable was that this wasn’t even his full power. He clearly wasn’t an ordinary thief.

“There won’t be any rest stops along the way. Pace yourself accordingly.”

Aris Zigheart pursued Paras, wreathed in an aura colder than ever before.

“Don’t fall behind as she said. Aris Zigheart won’t have the luxury of looking after us.”
“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Corps nodded and pushed themselves to their limits, keeping pace behind Aris Zigheart and Paras.

Raon sent the Gwangpung Corps ahead first and moved at the rear, prepared for any unforeseen circumstances.

After running for more than half a day, treading the light steps of the Lightfoot technique, Paras finally came to a halt.

The path had been extraordinarily treacherous, and with so many monsters encountered along the way, it seemed ordinary people would have found it impossible to reach this place even if they’d wished to.

“This is the location.”

Paras pointed to a stretch of earth where a massive Tree and a withered Tree overlapped. Beneath the Tree’s shadow, a bizarre spatial opening yawned downward into the depths.

“How on earth did you discover such a place?”

Burren Zigheart’s eyes widened in bewilderment.

“You didn’t create it yourself?”

Martha exhaled in amazement at the discovery, shaking her head slightly.

“Finding hidden locations was my profession, after all.”

Paras shook his head, clarifying that his work extended far beyond merely breaking into ordinary residences.

“And Seif is the driving force of my heart. We endured years of hardship together before the demon. I wanted to find him no matter what.”

He nodded lightly, as if that explained everything.

“A comrade….”

Lunan Slion nodded in understanding.

“Let’s go in.”

Aris Zigheart exhaled sharply, lacking even the leisure for jest, and entered the Wizard Dungeon first.

“…Yes.”

I nodded heavily. Had I been true to my nature, I would have subdued the sorcerers emerging from within and extracted information from them, but seeing Aris’s darkened expression, I found myself unable to voice an opinion.

Shaking my head faintly, I stepped into the Corridor of the Wizard Dungeon, where shadows lay thick and deep.

The fact that my ancestor’s memories weren’t surfacing suggested this wasn’t a Wizard Dungeon of his creation.

‘It might show up later.’

Having seen traces of my ancestor and entered his memories before, I focused my senses and descended slowly.

The interior of the Wizard Dungeon seemed to have a luminescent effect—despite the absence of light, everything ahead was clearly visible.

-The mana here is twisted. Who in the world created something like this?

Wrath remarked that it was strange, his gaze sweeping left and right.

‘Indeed.’

Just as he said, the mana flow inside differed from that outside. The mana seemed frozen solid.
“Directly below….”

As I slowly extended my senses and followed behind the group, Aris Zigheart stopped in her tracks and placed a finger to her lips.

“Someone is here.”

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