The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 849

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Chapter 849

“Derus Robert, sir.”

Kubara knelt at Derus Robert’s right side.

“Both Beorn and Bardiel fell to Raon Zigheart after he transcended, but why…?”

According to the reports that had reached Derus Robert, the plan to seize Aris’s power had succeeded flawlessly, yet Bardiel and Beorn had been killed by the transcendent Raon Zigheart.
With information already confirmed, he couldn’t fathom why he had come here personally.

“It’s unbelievable.”

Derus Robert furrowed his brow, staring at the courtyard before the dungeon where even blood had been incinerated to ash.

“Even if Bardiel isn’t a combat specialist and Beorn couldn’t adapt to Aris’s power, it makes no sense for them to fall to Raon Zigheart who has only just transcended.”

He reduced Bardiel’s feather in his grasp to gray ash, shaking his head.

“It’s far more plausible that the Demon Race dwelling within his body suddenly emerged.”

Derus Robert narrowed his eyes, determined to uncover the exact process and outcome for future plans.

“Bardiel’s loss is one thing, but I shouldn’t have lost Beorn here. I needed him as a sacrificial piece to break Glen Zigheart’s neck.”

He gnawed at his lips with pearly white teeth, irritation rising within him.

“Raon Zigheart. No—Raon.”

Derus Robert muttered my name, his smile as parched as withered earth.
Viscous blood dripped steadily from the scar etched across the back of his hand.

“You continue to obstruct and hinder my path to the very end.”

The air warped with Derus Robert’s fury. The earth trembled as if crying out, and the Shadow’s assassins and sorcerers gasped for breath, their bodies convulsing as they clutched their throats.

“D-Derus Robert, sir.”

Kubara, too, couldn’t withstand Derus Robert’s sinister aura and blood trickled from her lips.

“Hah….”

Derus Robert suppressed the rage and irritation surging from the depths of his soul, then gathered the energy that had been spreading across the entire island.

“Search. Don’t overlook even the smallest trace. Find everything.”

He sent half of the sorcerers and assassins into the dungeon interior, while ordering the rest to investigate the training courtyard.

“I-I apologize.”

An hour later, the middle-aged man leading the assassin unit approached Derus Robert and knelt before him.

“This entire area has been burned to ash. Not even the smallest trace remains.”

He lowered his head, saying there was no information to be salvaged from this land.

“Derus Robert.”

An old man wearing a tattered robe over his shoulders stepped before Derus Robert and lowered his staff.

“There are no traces that can be extracted through sorcery. It appears they burned away even the sorcerous remnants lingering in this courtyard with flames.”

The old man narrowed his eyes, noting that Raon’s group seemed to have an exceptionally skilled sorcerer.

“However, I was able to hear from another source.”

He spoke of summoning a spirit from a distant location, and gray mist rose above his palm.

“It’s a bound spirit dwelling deep within the forest. According to it, a golden-haired human killed a winged human and a red-haired human in this place.”

The Old Man couldn’t see the detailed situation since the earthbound spirit was at a distance, but he nodded, saying that part seemed certain.

“The winged human would be Bardiel, and the red-haired human would be Beorn….”

Kubara let out a short sigh.

Crack.

Derus clenched his fist so hard his knuckles cracked.

‘Raon Zigheart.’

I want to kill you right now.

My identity had already been exposed, and with the demon possessing Raon confirmed, I thought keeping him alive would serve the greater cause better.

But as Beorn—whom I had prepared for so long and invested an astronomical sum into—died so pathetically, a deep rage surged through me, making me want to slit Raon’s throat on the spot.

‘Since the second blade has shattered, I’ll have no choice but to sharpen the first blade even more.’

There was no time to prepare another piece like Beorn. I would have to empower the one I had prepared from the beginning.

Tsk.

Just as Derus clicked his tongue sharply and furrowed his brow, the assassins and sorcerers who had entered the dungeon returned.

“Master Derus.”

A middle-aged man who appeared to be the leader of the assassins who had entered the dungeon approached Derus and knelt.

“The cavern has collapsed, making it impossible to enter. If we forcibly dig through the earth, the ground itself may cave in, so entry is entirely impossible.”

He shook his head, saying there was no way in at all.

“Just in case, we examined the sorcerous circuits inside the dungeon, and there were traces of the sorcerous power being forcibly twisted to manipulate time.”

The leader of the assassins lowered his brow, noting that it seemed someone other than Shadow’s sorcerer had tampered with the sorcery.

“Ha, so it was true that the dungeon’s time was manipulated through sorcery.”

Derus let out a hollow laugh as if utterly dumbfounded.
His eyes grew cold and dry, and a murderous aura bloomed at his fingertips.

“Even with a demon possessing him, his adaptability and growth rate are inexplicable.”

Derus bit his lip, suppressing the turmoil within.

“From this moment forward, I am revising Raon Zigheart’s threat level to that of a leader of the Five Emperors Five Demons. Should you encounter him in the future, avoid him unless absolutely unavoidable.”

He exhaled a crimson breath, acknowledging Raon once more.

“I’m leaving.”

Derus Robert gazed silently at the scorched earth where Beorn and Bardiel’s blood had burned away, then turned toward the harbor.

“….”

Kubara watched Derus Robert’s retreating figure, maintaining a composed aura despite the suppressed rage, and swallowed dryly.

‘To maintain such composure even in this state….’

Derus Robert had spent considerable time preparing Beorn as one of his cards to neutralize Glen Zigheart.
Though he had gained much from the physical experiments conducted on him, Beorn’s most crucial role lay elsewhere—yet despite that card vanishing so pathetically, he maintained his rationality. It was astounding.
A chill ran down his spine.

‘Growing ever more terrifying.’

Fear of Derus Robert—or rather, of an existence that could no longer even be called human—crept up from the depths of his soul.

When Kubara and the assassins arrived at the Port Town, their souls gripped by an eerie chill, they saw fishermen near the entrance preparing their nets for the early morning work ahead.

“Huh? Why are you coming from there at this hour?”
“Your complexion doesn’t look good—are you alright?”
“Did you encounter a monster?”

The fishermen, concerned about Derus Robert’s pallid appearance, set down their nets and approached him.

“….”

Derus Robert said nothing and passed through them.

Boom!

The moment his feet touched the village entrance, the fishermen’s heads exploded like fireworks.

“Aaaaaargh!”
“W-what is this…?”

Two young vigilantes standing guard over the village screamed before their bodies were torn to shreds, sinking into pools of blood.

Squelch.

Blood streamed in the wake of Derus Robert’s footsteps, and buildings crumbled in his path. He was a calamity incarnate—a disaster that brought death with every breath.

“Kyaaaaargh!”
“P-please, save us…!”
“What in the world is this curse…?”

The handful of survivors trembled on their knees, unable to comprehend how the village they’d inhabited their entire lives had transformed into a hellscape.

Squelch.

As Derus Robert stepped to the edge of the harbor, a towering wave rose toward the heavens, engulfing the entire village.
Every survivor, every fragment of collapsed homes—all were swept away by the raging torrent.

“Mm…”

Kubara pressed her lips together as she watched Derus Robert’s back.

‘He’s grown even stronger…’

Derus Robert killed with mere intent, demolished buildings, and summoned tidal waves. His growth exceeded her imagination. At this rate, it seemed he could catch up to Glen Zigheart in no distant time.

Yet Derus Robert never relied solely on his power. He ceaselessly gathered intelligence, devised schemes, and exploited his enemies’ weaknesses.
That cold calculation terrified her far more than his raw strength.

“I’m returning.”

Derus Robert exhaled slowly, as if somewhat satisfied, then opened a dimensional rift and vanished.

“…”

Kubara suppressed the nausea roiling in her stomach and followed in his wake.

A long, mournful wind swept across the island.

The island that Derus Robert and Shadow had left behind fell silent, as if it had always been uninhabited, with only the sound of waves lapping against the shore.

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“Head of House.”

I approached Glen, who stood watching the smoke rise from the funeral pyre.

“Thank you.”

I placed my hand over my chest and bowed my head.

Glen had read Rimer’s final letter and asked the craftsmen of Zigheart to construct a new funeral pyre for him.

Since it was a pyre made solely for Rimer, gratitude was all I could express.

“That’s not something you need to thank me for.”

Glen shook his head calmly.

“The problem is that troublemaker refusing to go quietly even at the end.”

He exhaled a short sigh, remarking that Rimer wouldn’t even accept a simple farewell.

“Exactly. Wanting to become the wind—what nonsense!”

Balkan, who had personally overseen the funeral pyre construction from beginning to end, snorted derisively.

“Thank you as well, Master Craftsman.”

I offered a faint smile and bowed to Balkan as well.

“Enough. I had a connection with that man before you did, so it was my duty to do this.”

Balkan waved his hand, saying there was no need for formalities.

“Still, I never thought it would come to this….”

He smacked his lips bitterly, as if he still hadn’t accepted Rimer’s death.

“Father-in-law.”

I approached Balkan and clasped my hands together.

“I apologize, but after the funeral, would it be possible to ask one more favor of you?”
“A favor?”
“Yes. I intend to bring my master’s sword to Sepia, but I would like you to examine it first.”

Rimer’s sword was one of Sepia’s sacred treasures.
I had wanted to keep it at Zigheart, but it was only right to bring it along when delivering news of his death.

“Yes. You thought well.”

Glen nodded approvingly, as if he hadn’t considered that far ahead.

“It’s not a difficult matter.”

Balkan nodded calmly, as if it were nothing.

“However, I must first examine the black sword that pierced Aris, so bring it later.”
“Understood.”

It was just as I bowed my head in gratitude.

Creak!

The crematory doors opened, and Sheryl emerged with dark circles beneath her eyes, holding a white urn.

“I’m entrusting you with what comes next.”

Sheryl handed over the urn with trembling hands, saying she would leave the rest to me.

In truth, I had wanted to enter and collect the ashes myself, but knowing the relationship between Sheryl and Rimer, I yielded to her.

“Thank you.”

I drew a deep breath and accepted the urn. It felt heavier than its actual weight—as if Rimer’s very soul dwelled within it.

“Then let us go.”

Glen climbed Bekmang Mountain with his lips pressed thin. He came to a halt before the Tiger-shaped Rock at the mountain’s midpoint.

“He loved to lean his back against this rock and watch over all of you.”

Glen caressed the Tiger Rock’s back with trembling hands.

“If we send him off here, he would be content.”
“Mm….”

I stood beside the Tiger Rock and gazed down at the vista below.
Just as Glen had said, the 5th Training Ground spread out in perfect clarity.

“Raon. Begin.”

Glen lowered his chin slowly, signaling me to commence the final rite.

“Yes….”

I nodded and carefully opened the urn’s lid.
I gazed upon the white ash for a long moment before parting my lips with heavy solemnity.

“Burren.”
“Yes….”

Burren Zigheart closed his eyes, then opened them and scattered the ashes into the air.

“Thank you for everything.”

He summoned a sharp wind to carry Rimer away and bowed respectfully with a sword salute.

“Martha.”
“….”

Martha silently stepped forward and took the ashes into her hands.

“Farewell. There were many times I disliked you, but I don’t think I’ll ever have a teacher like you again.”

She bit her lips until they bled, sending Rimer away on the winds of the Gwangpung Style.

“Lunan.”
“Ugh….”

Lunan stepped forward, tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes.

“Rest easy there. My napping companion….”

She finally let tears fall as she sent Rimer away.

“Dorian.”
“Yes….”

Dorian nodded and gripped Rimer’s ashes tightly in his fist.

“Thank you. I will live on smiling without forgetting the Unit Commander. And I will protect those children without fail.”

He bowed his head as he sent Rimer away, vowing to continue visiting the Orphanage.
It seemed he had finally shed some of the pain from his heart.

“Damn teacher!”

Crain screamed as he sent Rimer away, and Yua and Julius wept once more before finally scattering the ashes.

All of the Gwangpung Corps sent Rimer away, yet they buried his spirit in their hearts—where they could retrieve it whenever they wished.

“Master.”

Raon awakened Garunua, the wind that was Rimer.

“You once said that all things that gather must disperse. Even if we meet again, I wish to be your student.”

He sent the last of Rimer’s ashes toward the 5th Training Ground.

Whoooosh!

The emerald wind that enveloped the remains swept past Raon and the Gwangpung Corps before drifting into the distance.

-It seems a bit easier now.

Wrath nodded, his expression seeming to have improved.

‘Yes.’

I nodded while gazing at the green wind rising into Zigheart’s sky as it drifted far away.

‘He saved me until the very end.’

Rimer didn’t want to continue grieving his own death; he wanted to move forward.
For his sake, I couldn’t afford to remain stagnant.

-So now….
‘Yes, I need to train.’

I nodded and smiled faintly.

-Not that! Now keep your promise, you bastard!

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After finishing Rimer’s funeral, I trained my swordsmanship in the Training Courtyard before Bekmang Mountain.

I loosened my body by executing every sword technique from basic forms to the Raon Zigheart Style, then bowed toward the tree on my right.

“You may come out now.”
“Hmm….”

Glen emerged from behind the tree with a dry cough.

“Once you reach Transcendence, you can’t be fooled. How boring that becomes.”

He clicked his tongue with a hint of regret.

“If Grandfather had decided to hide, I would never have found you.”

Raon smiled faintly and shook his head.

“Yes. Are you doing better now?”
“I seem to be adapting little by little.”

Had I not seen Rimer’s final words, I would still be suffering. But knowing his true heart eased my mind somewhat.

“Are you managing well, Grandfather?”
“How many have I sent off during all these years? Only… ”

Glen gazed at the thin crescent moon and shook his head.

“This time, it hurts a little.”

He admitted it wasn’t easy, shaking his head.

“…Yes. I understand.”

Raon bowed his head heavily.

“Still, it’s right that we let him go for his sake.”

Glen clicked his tongue briefly and looked at Raon.

“How does it feel to have reached Transcendence?”
“It still doesn’t feel real. When I first reached Transcendence, it seemed like I could do anything. Now, mana simply feels more familiar to me.”
“That’s the foundation.”

He nodded calmly.

“Transcendence is the realm where the mana I possess communicates with the mana of nature itself, where I and the heavens become one. It’s a state where you can accomplish whatever you desire. Since you reached Transcendence by accumulating ten thousand swords, you’ll be capable of far more than anyone else.”

Glen smiled faintly, as if he looked forward to what lay ahead.

“Yes, that’s right.”
“While we’re at it….”

He extended his hand lightly.

“How about a sparring match?”
“…You mean with Grandfather?”
“Yes. I’ll hold back appropriately, so come at me.”

Glen stretched his hand forward as if he meant every word.

“Understood.”

Raon nodded. A sparring match with Glen was an opportunity—a chance to unleash his abilities to their fullest. I was simply grateful that he had offered first.

“Then….”

Just as I was about to move, I saw Rabawin rushing over from the Annex Building.

“Raon! Oh! The Head of House is here too?”

Rabawin gasped and tried to bow to Glen.

“Never mind that. What’s the matter?”

Glen shook his head, stopping Rabawin’s greeting.

“Aris….”

Rabawin bit his lip and lifted his trembling gaze.

“Aris has awakened….”

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