The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 845

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Chapter 845

“….”

I stared at Rimer for a long moment, then raised my right hand. Channeling Glacial, I released a silvery frost from my palm.

Whoooosh!

The delicate frost, spreading like fine snow, gently enveloped Rimer’s body as it swirled around him.
It was a measure to prevent the decay of his flesh while ensuring his skin wouldn’t suffer frostbite.

-That’s enough.

Wrath waved his hand, signaling me to stop.

-At that level, his body won’t decay, and he won’t suffer frostbite either.

He nodded, acknowledging that I’d controlled my power well.

“Is it done?”

Burren Zigheart furrowed his brow as he observed the frost enveloping Rimer.

“Yes. It should hold for a while.”

I exhaled a short breath. Since I’d made it persist even if I fell asleep, there shouldn’t be any problems during our journey to Cheongpung.

However, having squeezed out the cold while injured and completely drained, my head throbbed as if it might split open.

“Um, well….”

Burren Zigheart scratched the back of his head, watching my expression as if he had something to say.

“What?”
“Ah, no, I just didn’t expect you to weep like that. I was just checking if you were alright….”

He smacked his lips, realizing he hadn’t anticipated my breaking down. His tone sounded awkward, as if he were genuinely flustered.

“I’m sorry. Was I too harsh as the Organization Master?”

I lowered my head and wiped away the dried tears from my cheeks.

“I wasn’t trying to criticize you. I was just worried. I know how you are.”

Burren shook his head, saying that wasn’t what he meant to imply.

“Actually, it was good that you cried.”

Martha approached and pointed toward the Gwangpung Corps. The swordsmen had opened the floodgates of their emotions just as much as I had, and even now they were sobbing and shedding tears.

“Because of you, the children were able to express their sorrow openly.

She murmured that it was fortunate, saying that such emotions become a sickness if bottled up.

“Looks like you did too.”

I smiled faintly, looking at Martha’s eyes and nose, flushed as if she’d been drinking.

“What? Are you mocking me for crying? Did you think I wouldn’t have any tears?”

Martha bit her lip, displeased.

“Rakshasa woman. I cried just as much as you did….”

Lunan approached Martha’s side and shook her head.

“Hey! You cried even harder….”
“And I did too….”

Even now, she pouted her lips sadly and tears dripped down her face.

“Sigh….”

Martha gazed down at Lunan, who was sobbing, sighed, and embraced her. It was the first time I’d seen the two of them holding each other so affectionately.

-….

Wrath narrowed his blue eyes as he gazed at Rimer, who lay sleeping with a faint smile on his lips.

‘What are you thinking about?’

Raon gestured toward Wrath with his hand.

-I was contemplating the pathetic nature of the True Demon King.

Wrath slowly raised his gaze, his brow furrowing.

-I never thought I would feel this helplessness again—this inability to do anything.

Listening to his words, it seemed there had been similar circumstances in the past.

-It’s true that I disliked how he shirked his duties and carried himself so carelessly, but I never wanted to let him die like this.

Wrath bit his lip in frustration. Normally he was prone to tears, but seeing him not cry at all made it clear how truly angry he was.

‘Thank you.’

I exhaled a short breath and patted Wrath’s head.

‘I wish you and my master could have met.’

I had always wanted to see Wrath, who was always angry, and Rimer, who smoothly brushed things aside, bickering with each other. But now that would never happen, and my heart ached unbearably. I felt like I could cry again.

“Um, Young Master…”

Yua, her eyes glistening with tears, looked at Rimer before tugging at my sleeve.

“Z-Zigheart has so many treasures, doesn’t it? If there’s something like an elixir that can revive the dead, couldn’t we bring the Vice Commander back to life?”

Hope glimmered in her youthful eyes, which had not yet shed their innocent wonder.

“Ah, D-Dorian surely must have something like that!”

Yua’s hands trembled as she pleaded for help.
It seemed she had unleashed her aura when she stabbed Seif, but now she wasn’t thinking about such things at all.

“I’m sorry….”

Dorian shook his head, kneeling as though bearing the weight of guilt itself.

“Then, does Zigheart have….”
“That’s not what this is about.”

I met Yua’s gaze and shook my head.

“An Elixir revives someone on the brink of death, not someone already gone.”

Whether Zigheart possessed an Elixir or some similar spiritual medicine, I couldn’t say—but even if such a treasure existed, it couldn’t bring back Rimer, who had already fallen.

“I see….”

Yua’s large eyes began to glisten with tears once more as sorrow took hold of her again.

“I won’t be able to see the Organization Master anymore….”

She let out a wail and began to weep.

“I’m the one who should apologize.”

I wiped away the tears that had begun to fall again and held Yua close, patting her back gently.
The girl sobbed even more pitifully before collapsing as though losing consciousness.

“I’ll carry her.”

Burren exhaled a long breath, unable to bear the sight any longer, and lifted Yua into his arms.

“But you said you met the Organization Master in the Mental World earlier, didn’t you?”

He tilted his chin slightly as he hoisted Yua onto his back.

“What did he say to you?”
“I’m curious too….”
“Tell us….”

Not just Burren, Martha, and Lunan, but the other swordsmen as well drew closer, their curiosity evident.

“In the Mental World, he didn’t say anything special. He only showed me my own shortcomings.”

I recounted everything that had happened between me and Rimer to everyone.

“The only words he left us with were ‘be happy.’ That seemed to be all.”

Rimer hadn’t made any requests or given any commands.
He didn’t repeat that tedious refrain about becoming the Head of House of Zigheart, nor did he tell me to stay close to Glen—he left only a final wish for my happiness.
It was so different from the image of him I’d known all this time that my chest ached with a bittersweet pain.

“Seems he had no regrets.”

Martha laughed softly, saying it was just like Rimer.

“That man is remarkable. How did he manage to enter the Organization Master’s Mental World?”

Crain blinked in wonder, finding it strange even for someone like Rimer.

“It must have been because of the Soul Reaper Sword.”

I touched the Soul Reaper Sword hanging at my waist.
Before I lost consciousness, I’d seen the Soul Reaper Sword gleaming with a green light, and it seemed the spirits remaining within the blade had guided Rimer’s spirit to help me.

‘Thank you.’

Whether Rimer’s spirit still remained in the Soul Reaper Sword or not, I was simply grateful that thanks to this blade, I’d been able to meet my master one last time.

“I’m sorry. Truly….”

Dorian fell to his knees and began pressing his forehead against the ground.

“If I had only been a little stronger, I could have protected everything….”

He struck his forehead against the earth until blood began to flow, calling himself a burden.

“You heard our master’s final words too.”

I grasped Dorian’s head and shook it gently.

“All he wanted was the happiness of everyone in the Gwangpung Corps. He harbored no resentment, no regrets.”

As I spoke, I placed a hand on Dorian’s shoulder the way Rimer had done for me.

“Ugh….”

Dorian clutched his head and let another wave of tears spill down his face.

“More importantly, what did Seif say to you and the Organization Master?”

I asked, watching Dorian carefully. Seif’s final words—that he wasn’t alone—had piqued my curiosity about their entire conversation.

“Ah….”

Dorian wiped away his tears, which flowed like water from a faucet, and took a shaky breath.

“There are important things to tell you. First, Seif stole Aris’s power because of Zigheart blood.”
“Blood?”
“Yes. Zigheart blood carries the blood of the Celestials. He used the curse sorcery inscribed in the Cavern to draw in the Celestial blood….”

He began with the story of the Celestials and recounted everything that Rimer and Seif had discussed.

“The Celestials….”

Burren’s eyes trembled with disbelief, as though his ears couldn’t trust what they’d heard.
It seemed the shock was particularly severe given his fierce pride in Zigheart.

“No wonder! I trained so hard and the Sword Realm still wouldn’t open!”

Martha accepted it rather calmly and furrowed her brow, muttering that it was a technique only they could use.

“Yeah. How unfair….”

Lunan also pouted, lamenting the wasted effort spent training the Sword Realm.

‘The Celestials?’
-The Celestials?

Wrath and I locked eyes, our mouths falling open in shock.

‘You didn’t know?’
-Why don’t you know!
‘It’s strange that I know! You said the Celestials were enemies, so why don’t you know!’
-I haven’t even tasted your blood, so how would the True Demon King know!

Wrath and I furrowed our brows, pressing our heads together in disbelief at our mutual ignorance.

-I knew something was off! There had to be a reason you could withstand the True Demon King’s power from the start! It was because of that accursed Celestial blood!

Wrath ground his teeth, finally understanding my cunning nature.

‘So you’re planning to leave now?’

I tapped Wrath’s head lightly as I asked.

‘You said you couldn’t associate with Celestials.’
-Leave? Never! I’ll cling to you until the very end and seize your body! Just thinking about claiming a body infused with Celestial blood as my own makes my mouth water!

Wrath ground his teeth, insisting he couldn’t back down now.

‘Is that so.’

I smiled faintly as I watched the snarling Wrath. If he had left, it would have been truly hollow, but hearing that he would stay warmed my heart a little.

-Don’t smile! It’s not because of you, it’s because of me, the True Demon King!
‘Yes. Thank you.’
-Don’t thank me!

Wrath shook his head vigorously, insisting it was absolutely not because of me.

‘But…’

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Seif’s fragmented corpse.

‘How did he even attempt to seize Grandfather’s power?’

Roen was always at Glen Zigheart’s side, and even without him, Seif’s skill wouldn’t be enough to ambush Glen Zigheart.

Aris had been drained to the bottom of her stamina and mental fortitude today, so I couldn’t even imagine how he planned to ambush and pierce Glen Zigheart.

‘Is there another way?’

I wondered if Seif or Derus Robert might have possessed a method to pierce even Glen.

‘What a waste… No, that’s not right.’

I exhaled a thin breath and shook my head.

‘Killing him unconditionally was the right call.’

Seif could have fled and escaped justice, so eliminating him here was the optimal choice.

‘Still, it wouldn’t hurt to calculate the possibilities.’

Even if Seif alone wouldn’t have devised a way to steal Glen’s power, with Derus Robert behind him, he surely would have prepared multiple contingencies. It was wise to consider every angle.
It seemed like it would be good to think about it from multiple angles beforehand.

“What should we do with this sword?”

Crain pointed to the black sword Seif had been wielding and asked.

“….”

I gazed at the black sword and then at Aris, who was being carried on Crain’s back, and released a heavy sigh.

‘Aunt will need that sword to recover her power. However…’

I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to stand.

Aris had been ambushed by her own son and collapsed, then watched as that same son was killed by her nephew.
Even if she awakened, her mind wouldn’t be sound. The trauma would be too much to bear.

No matter how resolute Aris’s spirit was, it seemed she would inevitably break.

“…We should take it with us.”
“I’ll carry it.”

Martha nodded and grasped Seif’s black sword with her aura-infused hand.

“Let’s head back then.”

I turned away after gazing at the collapsed Wizard Dungeon and the pool of blood Seif had left behind.
With Rimer on my back, I walked through the dense forest that stretched toward the harbor.

“Honestly, I still don’t understand.”

Martha bit her lip as she looked at Rimer.

“Why did his final words have to be ‘be happy’?”

She bit her lip, thinking he could have said something else.

“That’s probably all he had to say to everyone in the Gwangpung Corps. The Vice Commander was surprisingly considerate.”

Burren shook his head while carefully walking so as not to wake Yua.

“I once saw the Vice Commander’s notebook during my trainee days, and every single one of our strengths and weaknesses was written down.”

I laughed quietly, recalling the first time I saw Rimer again.

“Though even back then, he spent half the day loafing around on the Platform.”
“I thought he was insane. Just sitting there twiddling his fingers annoyed me.”

Crain snorted, saying he was truly a strange master.

-Even the True Demon King didn’t like him for that reason! A leader should set an example!

Wrath complained as if he were one with the group.

“Remember when the Owen Kingdom delegation came? We fought their knight candidates and won, then he actually got angry and cried because Duke Tartan didn’t buy us drinks and ran away?”

Burren clicked his tongue, saying it was pathetic.

“I can’t forget the sight of him being kicked out of the Gambling House looking like a beggar, shouting for money to buy food.”

Martha shook her head, saying she’d never seen anyone look so pathetic.

“He even suggested a company dinner and then pushed the bill onto me…”

Lunan said it was ugly and let out a long sigh.

“But back when he was Gwahyeolgwi, I couldn’t trust him like that.”

I smiled faintly as I felt the lingering warmth still remaining in Rimer’s body.

“That’s right. When he cut down that ogre in a single stroke, I have to admit it was pretty cool.”

Burren nodded as if impressed.

“Even when you were kidnapped by Eden, he moved without sleeping a single night.”

Martha drew a subtle smile, saying that when her disciples were in danger, their master transformed into someone wiser and braver than anyone else.

“He was always cool even when he felt the wind….”

Lunan clenched his hands together before his chest, saying that the serious Rimer was just as remarkable as I was.

“The Organization Master’s teachings only show their effects later. Now that I think about it, I never got to say thank you….”

Dorian bit his lip as if seized by regret.

“Don’t say depressing things. Let’s talk about the stupid things that guy did instead. Like the time I had to come all the way to the Training Ground to collect his tavern debt!”
“And I got caught digging up roots on the Mountain because I didn’t have money to eat!”

The Gwangpung Corps laughed as they brought up all the things that had happened with Rimer until now.
It took quite a long time until we arrived at the Harbor, but the stories never stopped—they continued all the way through, as if everyone was playing with Rimer so he wouldn’t get bored.

By the time I and the Gwangpung Corps arrived at the Harbor, evening had already fallen.

“No, how is this….”

Rabawin couldn’t continue speaking at the unexpected sight, his jaw merely trembling.

“Later….”

I handed Rimer over to him while exhaling a breath tinged with the scent of blood.

“I’ll explain later.”

Perhaps it was because I thought everything had ended. My vision blurred, and the world split in two.

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I could see Rimer. As always, he wore a refreshing breeze about him, his face bearing the mischievous smile of a carefree boy.

Wrath flew to Rimer’s side in the form of cotton candy, his fur bristling. He seemed displeased about something and was pouting.

Rimer yawned and spoke with leisurely ease, while Wrath turned bright red like cotton candy, flailing his arms about.

Sheryl and Aris Zigheart approached as if they couldn’t bear to watch, stopping the two of them, while Glen Zigheart and Roen laughed heartily at the sight.

Sia had awakened at some point and was enjoying delicious food, while Edgar stuck right beside her, chattering away without pause.
Sylvia struck Edgar’s back, telling him to leave the child alone.

This was a dream.

Not the Mental World, but my own desires—what I wished for but could never see in reality—had become a dream unfolding before me.

Crack!

The moment I realized it was a dream, the vibrant world shattered as if struck by a spatial blade, turning pitch black.

“Ah….”

When I opened my eyes, I could see the ship cabin door beside me—I must have been sleeping on my side. As I felt the desolate silence without even a whisper of wind, an unbearable sorrow washed over me.

‘But….’

Had the pillow always been this soft?

Thinking it strange, I reached out my hand, but instead of fabric, I felt the warmth of human skin.

When I turned my eyes, I could see someone’s thigh. Startled, I quickly sat up, and there was Merlin, her mask removed, looking down at me.

“It’s okay to cry if you’re sad.”

Merlin nodded with eyes that mirrored my own—a gaze unlike her usual demeanor, as though she were looking into a mirror.

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