The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 859

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Chapter 859

“Sigh…”

Sheryl, leaning against Tiger Rock just like Rimer, exhaled a heavy sigh.

“It looks like they’re leaving now.”

She watched the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps departing from the 5th Training Ground, her lips pressed thin.

“Those people are handling this better than I am.”

Roen observed the Gwangpung Corps and clasped his hands before him.

“I still haven’t been able to let go of Rimer, but it seems the members of the Gwangpung Corps have found some measure of peace.”

He laughed softly, saying he was ashamed of his age.

“There’s no helping it. We shared time with that damned bastard…”

Sheryl’s brow furrowed deeply. Her complexion had darkened as well, as if she too had not yet accepted Rimer’s death.

“A swordsman always lives carrying death upon his back.”

Glen Zigheart, standing atop Tiger Rock, spoke with grave weight.

“But when that swordsman dies, the death he carried becomes a blade that pierces the hearts of those left behind.”

Glen murmured that he was still accepting the blade Rimer had left behind, and urged patience.

“That’s right. All the living can do is accept it.”

Despite her words of acceptance, Sheryl clenched her fists so tightly her arms trembled.

“Damn bastard.”

Unlike the strength she had shown before the Gwangpung Corps, her eyes now glistened with tears.

“He was truly a wonderful person.”

Roen gazed up at the azure sky while caressing Tiger Rock.

“He would visit my workplace and leave it in complete chaos every time.”
“…That doesn’t sound like a wonderful person—isn’t that just a madman?”

Sheryl let out a hollow laugh, as if at a loss for words.

“Since I often work alone, I believe he spent time with me so I wouldn’t feel lonely. There were times when he couldn’t suppress his killing intent, and he would spar with me.”

Roen nodded, saying that Rimer had visited frequently and provided various forms of help.

“That man?”
“Yes. Everyone would assume that if he wasn’t at the 5th Training Ground, he’d gone to the Gambling House. But Rimer spent his time wandering throughout Zigheart, sharing moments with many people. He possessed a talent for bringing joy to those around him simply by being present.”

He clasped his hands together, speaking of how Rimer was a light yet profound person.

“Especially when he spoke of the Gwangpung Corps, his eyes would sparkle. He would boast so much about Raon and the other swordsmen.”

Roen laughed, saying that thanks to him, he could learn most of the news without even visiting the 5th Training Ground.

“He was the same with me. Even when Raon accomplished something small, he’d come to the Patriarch’s Hall and cause a fuss all day long. It was like watching a father bragging about his child’s first steps.”

Glen Zigheart spoke in agreement, drawing a subtle smile across his face.

“The person who would have been happiest about Raon reaching Transcendence was probably him. So he must have left with a smile.”

He smacked his lips with regret at not having seen that expression.

“….”

Sheryl shook her head as she listened to the two men’s words.

“Ah, now that I think about it, there’s one more thing.”

Roen looked at Sheryl and raised his index finger.

“Rimer was always delighted whenever he spoke of you, Sheryl.”
“Me? My story…?”

Sheryl tilted her head in confusion at his words.

“He would often tell me about your conversations, how you fought, and ask for my advice on various matters.”

Roen closed and opened his eyes, noting that Sheryl and the Gwangpung Corps were the people who brought Rimer the most joy.

“I heard it often as well.”

Glen Zigheart looked down at Sheryl and nodded slightly.

“Whether you were embarrassed or had done something well, you would come find me and chat away about it.”

He told her that most of Rimer’s gossip centered around Sheryl and the Gwangpung Corps.

“That fool….”

Sheryl hid her face behind her hair, grinding her teeth.

“Why didn’t he tell me?”

Her voice wavered with resentment toward Rimer.

“….”

Glen Zigheart and Roen sensed her heart and waited in silence without speaking.

“…The truth is, I wanted to go.”

Sheryl watched the Gwangpung Corps leave the 5th Training Ground, gripping her trembling wrist.

“I wanted to deliver his final keepsake to you, but I thought it was right to yield to the children who had lost their master.”

Her eyes lowered, mingling regret and bitterness.

“Rimer will understand, even if others don’t.”

Glen patted Sheryl’s shoulder, telling her not to worry.

“No. That fool wouldn’t understand. It’s just that right now….”

Sheryl sighed and wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.

“I simply hope those children overcome their sorrow and return safely.”

She waved her hand in farewell to the Gwangpung Corps as they disappeared from view.

“Yes. The Gwangpung Corps will surely return stronger. When that day comes, we can promote Raon and the Gwangpung Corps as Rimer wished….”

Glen nodded, his eyes growing distant and grave.

“We’ll be able to elevate them to the rank of division.”

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‘Why is that?’

I gazed at the gently flickering campfire, drawing my knees up before me.

-What are you talking about?

Wrath, who had finished his meal and even eaten the night watch’s rations, smacked his lips as he asked.

‘Even now, I can’t quite believe I’ve reached the realm of transcendence.’

Despite having ascended to the realm of transcendence I had yearned for so long, I felt no sense of accomplishment at my newfound strength.
Instead, only the desire to climb higher surged within me.

-A mountain appears tall before you climb it, yet seems diminished once you’ve reached its peak. Such is the nature of things.

Wrath wagged his round fingers left and right.

-You’ve already climbed the mountain called Transcendence, so it’s only natural that everything else appears diminished. Had you remained at the Grand Master level, it would still loom before you like an insurmountable wall.
‘I suppose that’s true.’

I nodded as I watched Wrath hovering like a cloud.

-Moreover, ever since that fool’s death, you’ve kept your eyes fixed solely ahead. Like a racing horse with blinders fastened to its sides.

Wrath exhaled a short sigh.

-You’re whipping yourself, swearing never to lose another soul after experiencing his death. That’s the only reason you train through the night even on festival days.

He shook his head, saying I wouldn’t have done such a thing otherwise.

‘…That does seem to be the case.’

I exhaled heavily. Just as Wrath said, I wasn’t savoring the realm of Transcendence—I was simply running ever higher.

‘Because I don’t want to lose anyone anymore.’

Not just the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps, but anyone from Zigheart. I wanted to become as strong as Glen Zigheart and resolve everything myself.

‘That’s unexpected.’

I let out a small laugh as I looked at Wrath.

‘I didn’t know you understood me so well.’
-The True Demon King experienced it too.

Wrath turned his gaze away, as if he had endured the same ordeal.

‘You experienced the same thing? Now that you mention it, there was that time before…’

Just as I was about to ask Wrath about his past, I heard a sniffling sound from the right.

Turning my attention, I saw Yua, who was standing night watch with me, with her face buried in her knees, sniffling.

“Yua?”

I approached Yua and placed my hand on her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”
“…I was thinking of Rimer.”

Yua shook her head without lifting her face.

“Whenever I stood night watch like this, he would wake up in the middle and always talk to me. I just…remembered that.”

She sniffled, saying that thinking of Rimer had made her cry without realizing it.

“Don’t cry….”

Julius, who stood night watch alongside her, also bit his lip, missing Rimer.

“We can’t falter. We need to show strength so that he can leave with peace of mind.”

Despite his words to Yua, Julius couldn’t hold back his sorrow and his face flushed red.

Sigh.

I watched Yua and Julius struggling to suppress their tears and let out a short breath.

‘Now that I think about it….’

I hadn’t properly congratulated them.

Yua and Julius had shattered the Master’s barrier and drawn forth their aura through their rage at Rimer’s death.

Though they hadn’t yet stabilized and couldn’t wield their aura freely, they had clearly ascended to Master rank—yet I hadn’t congratulated them until now.

‘Though I’m in the same boat.’

I too had reached Transcendence, but I had no room for celebration. I didn’t even want it.

But these children were different, and guilt washed over me.

“Then let’s cry just for today.”

I sat between Yua and Julius and pulled both children into my embrace.

Though both of them appeared to be adults now, to me they remained tender children who still needed my guidance.

A wailing cry tore from my throat.

Yua beat her chest in anguished sobs, while Julius held back until tears like dewdrops fell from his eyes.

Even from the Gwangpung Corps’ tent where they slept, faint whimpers could be heard.

I gripped Rimer’s sword tightly, closing my eyes.

‘Master’s absence weighs far more heavily than I expected. Or perhaps, as it should.’

I had thought everyone had accepted the grief, yet it seemed we all still yearned for Rimer in the depths of our hearts.

Understanding what Rimer meant to the Gwangpung Corps filled me with a sorrow that was strangely, inexplicably joyful.

I closed my eyes, feeling the clear wind blow as if to comfort the Gwangpung Corps.

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I exhaled a turbid breath.

My vision filled with the verdant expanse before me—the Grand Forest, that vast emerald realm guarding Sepia, the sacred sanctuary of the Elves.

Seeing the dense natural mana and the thickets spreading in all directions, Rimer’s face naturally rose in my mind—he who had come here with us.

‘He was foolish even then.’

At that time, Rimer had forgotten he was an Elf and displayed the sight of conversing with the forest for the first time.

It was absurd, yet so perfectly Rimer that laughter came naturally.

“Mm…”

Yua had jested with Rimer then, asking if he was truly an Elf, and she too seemed to recall that moment, her lips trembling faintly.

“How are we supposed to get in here?”

Martha furrowed her brow as she gazed at the dense forest, where not a single gap was visible.

“Isn’t this a naturally formed Maze? Without the Organization Master, we can’t enter, right?”

She waved her hand dismissively, expressing her distaste for getting lost.

“We sent word that we were coming, so if we wait here, they’ll come to meet us.”

Burren Zigheart answered calmly and crossed his arms.

“…The scent is lovely.”

Lunan Slion spoke of the forest’s fragrance while embracing Yua, who was trembling slightly.

“Let’s wait. The Guardians will come, just as Burren said.”

I stepped back, suggesting we wait here.
Since I had come to return Rimer’s belongings, I didn’t want to recklessly damage the forest.

Yet after waiting for over an hour, no Elves emerged from the Grand Forest, and I sensed no presence of wild beasts either.

“Isn’t this a bit strange?”

Crain furrowed his brow, remarking that they were taking too long.

“You’re right. The Master aside, the Elves wouldn’t forget a promise….”

Dorian also furrowed his brow, troubled by the oddity.

“The Master is an Elf.”
“Ah!”

At Burren Zigheart’s words, Dorian gasped and covered his mouth.

“Let’s go in.”

I rotated my wrists and approached the Grand Forest once more.

“A maze, you say—but how will we find our way through it?”

Martha narrowed her eyes, as if questioning whether this was even feasible.

“I think I can open a path.”

I nodded and extended my hand toward the thicket.

‘Just as my teacher did.’

Recalling how Rimer had opened the way, I summoned the wind of Garunua and wove it together with the natural mana spreading throughout the Grand Forest, creating a passage through which we could advance.

Phew!

As the wind of Garunua seeped into the mana of the Grand Forest, the densely packed bushes parted left and right as though possessed of will, opening a path for us to enter.

I trembled at my fingertips as I watched the bushes and trees sway gently in welcome.

Recreating with my own strength the scene that Rimer had opened felt strangely profound.

“What—what is this!”

Crain’s mouth fell open in astonishment.

“Is this something the Organization Master can do?”

He trembled at the jaw, as if questioning whether I had elf blood mixed within me.

“Foolish talk!”

Martha shook her head, telling him not to speak nonsense.

“That is….”
“It carries the scent of the Deputy Master.”

Lunan Slion sniffed the air and nodded.

“Right. I was imitating my teacher.”

I nodded, explaining that I had used Rimer’s wind to open a path through the forest like an Elf would.

“You really are….”

Martha let out an exasperated sigh, as if at a loss for words.

“Let’s head in. It would be best to reach Sepia before nightfall.”

I was about to lead the way through the forest when it happened.

Kugugugugu!

A colossal form rose from the heart of the Grand Forest, blotting out the sky before transforming into golden light and vanishing.

I squinted at the suddenly brightened sky.

“A dragon?”

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