The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 861

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Chapter 861

“Then right now, that bastard’s soul is….”

Sterin pressed his hand to his forehead, his expression hardening.

“Is it bound by sorcery?”

He clenched his teeth, imagining Rimer’s soul suffering.

“That seems most likely.”

Siyan nodded with difficulty.

“According to what you said, it appears he’s trapped in a space where that blood sorcery is inscribed.”

She exhaled heavily, sensing the situation was dire.

“Then we have to search for him right now! I can’t stand to see him suffering even in death.

Erian struck his chest, declaring he would go himself.

“You don’t have the ability to see souls, do you? Either Siyan or I should go, but neither of us can move right now.”

Sterin narrowed his eyes, as if asking didn’t he already know this.

“Then perhaps we could hire a human sorcerer instead….”
“It’s high-level sorcery capable of stealing Aris Zigheart’s power in an instant. An ordinary sorcerer won’t be able to handle it.”

He shook his head, saying there was no easy way forward regardless.

“….”

I listened to Sterin and Erian’s conversation, running my tongue across my teeth.

‘Not a dungeon, but….’

It seems to be here….

Without the Soul Reaper Sword’s assistance, it would be impossible for Rimer to appear within my mental world.

If he hadn’t come to the World Tree after I thought he was dead, there was a high chance he was still inside the Soul Reaper Sword.

“Um… Master seems to be inside this,” I said, extending the Soul Reaper Sword forward.

Raon held out the Soul Reaper Sword.

“What? What do you mean….”

Sterin furrowed his brow in confusion.

“You’re saying that bastard is in that sword?”

Erian’s eyes widened as he struggled to comprehend the words.

“There’s something I couldn’t tell you because it might be hard to believe.”

Raon exhaled softly and lowered his hand.

“Actually, when I lost consciousness in the underground of that dungeon….”

He recounted how he had met Rimer in the Mental World after collapsing while protecting the Gwangpung Corps.

“There are many souls within the Soul Reaper Sword who are favorable to me. It seems they helped Master meet me.”

He extended the Soul Reaper Sword, asking them to verify it themselves.

“Hmm….”

Sterin gazed at the Soul Reaper Sword, then took a step backward.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have the ability to see that right now. Instead….”

He pushed Siyan, who had been standing blankly with vacant eyes, forward.

“This child will be able to confirm it.”
“Um, did you really see my brother there?”

Siyan stepped forward abruptly without any hesitation, asking about Rimer.
It seemed her mind was occupied with nothing but thoughts of Rimer.

“Yes. If that weren’t the case, my master wouldn’t have been able to appear in my mental world.”

I nodded and handed the Soul Reaper Sword to Siyan.

“This is the Soul Reaper Sword….”
“Yes, that’s correct. It is a cursed blade, but for ordinary people….”
“It’s a sword that Kuberard, the master craftsman of the Continent, created to console those killed by the White Blood Cult, but because it was filled with resentment, it ultimately became a cursed blade!”

Siyan’s eyes suddenly gleamed as she began explaining the Soul Reaper Sword.

“No one could use it, but once it came into your hands, it finally revealed its light and has now become an exceptional blade surpassing all others!”

She rattled off an explanation about the Soul Reaper Sword as if she knew more about it than I did.

“Uh….”

I swallowed dryly, watching Siyan’s sparkling eyes.

‘Right. This is who she is.’

With her knowing all this information about me, it made sense that she could have created a book together with Ensia.

Seeing Siyan’s true self after so long made me smile.

“I-I’m sorry.”

After finishing her explanation of the Soul Reaper Sword, Siyan seemed to realize her behavior and her face flushed red.

“It’s fine. But how did you know such detailed information about the Soul Reaper Sword? I don’t think I ever told you that much….”
“Ah, that’s….”

Her trembling eyes shifted toward the space behind me.

“Wheeeew….”

When I turned my head, Dorian was whistling awkwardly.

-Well, when you obtained that, all you had by your side was your wallet anyway.

Wrath chuckled as if it were obvious.

“Ha….”

I sighed as I watched Dorian break out in a cold sweat.

“P-Please don’t blame Dorian. I was the one who forced the question out of him.”

Siyan shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No. I was simply curious.”

I smiled at the slightly brightened atmosphere.

“Then let me take a look.”

Siyan accepted the Soul Reaper Sword, her face still flushed with embarrassment.

Whoooooosh!

Around her, a blue-tinged spiritual aura rose gently and enveloped the Soul Reaper Sword’s crimson blade.

“This sword….”

Siyan exhaled a deep, heavy breath, her eyes closed.

“I knew it, but it truly is filled with sorrow.”

Her red lips trembled as she seemed to directly feel the lingering souls within the Soul Reaper Sword.

“Not a single one of them died peacefully. If it weren’t for you, I think they would have gone berserk long ago.”

Siyan’s complexion grew pale as she seemed to read the memories of the lingering souls.

“But strangely, the darkness surrounding the spirits is gradually lifting. That must be thanks to you, Raon.”

She felt Raon’s emotions through the Soul Reaper Sword and smiled softly.

“Still, the negative energy is far stronger than… Wait? Brother!”

Siyan’s eyes widened as she stared at the Soul Reaper Sword.

“He’s… he’s here! Brother’s soul is really inside this sword!”

She cried out, realizing that Rimer’s soul was dwelling within the Soul Reaper Sword.

“Phew…”

I exhaled a breath of relief. I had worried that Rimer might be trapped somewhere else instead of in the Soul Reaper Sword, but fortunately, it seemed his soul remained within it.

“Ha, that guy!”

Sterin also let out a hollow laugh, finally at ease.

“Our vice commander is truly remarkable. Truly remarkable…”

Burren sent a weak applause toward the Soul Reaper Sword.

“He must be sleeping…”

Lunan nodded, saying it was typical of Rimer.

“Right. He probably fell asleep and forgot to come out.”

Martha shook her head, saying it was predictable.

“He’s not sleeping.”

Siyan hugged the Soul Reaper Sword to her chest, biting her lip.

“Brother has been comforting the vengeful spirits inside. He’s enduring the resentment that clings to his own soul…”

She let tears fall as she spoke of how Rimer was consoling the spirits within the Soul Reaper Sword, holding back his own pain.

“Ah….”

I grasped Rimer’s sword while gazing at the Soul Reaper Sword gleaming with crimson light.

‘Even in that place, you cannot remain still.’

Just as Rimer had cared for me, the Gwangpung Corps, and those around him in life, it seemed he was now comforting the souls residing within the Soul Reaper Sword.

“Vice Commander….”

Yua collapsed to the ground, her sobs breaking free.

“Why does he keep making us cry like this….”
“Right? When he was alive, all he did was tell unfunny jokes.”

Dorian and Crain trembled with stifled sobs, their tears falling as if they were biting their knuckles.

An unexpected downpour fell upon the corner of Sepia.

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Thud.

In the dim cave where not even a grain-sized glimmer of light penetrated, the sound of heavy, dragging footsteps echoed.

“Going to sleep already?”

The Snake-Helmeted Man gazed into the vast darkness before him and nodded his chin.

Kuuuuung!

The deep darkness opposite the man rippled, and a pair of golden eyes shaped like diamonds opened wide—the eyes of the Dragon, master of this dungeon.

[What is it?]

The Dragon glared at the Snake-Helmeted Man with fierce eyes, clearly irritated at having its rest disturbed.

“About Sepia, whom you warned just moments ago…”

The Snake-Helmeted Man flicked his fingers in a taunting gesture.

“Raon Zigheart has arrived. The Elves welcomed him. Is that acceptable?”

A faint smile formed beneath his helmet as if asking whether the Dragon didn’t know who Raon was.

Screeeech!

The Dragon’s pupils narrowed to razor-thin slits.

[So you’re ignoring my warning after all.]

Within the boundless darkness of the cave, a sound like human screams erupted from the transcendent being’s wrath.

“Right. We can’t just leave it alone.”

The Snake-Helmeted Man’s lips curled upward in a long grin, as if anticipating the entertainment to come.

“It’s been a while since I visited Sepia.”

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After ordering the emotionally exhausted Gwangpung Corps to rest, I made my way back to Sterin’s residence.

In the modest dwelling that served as the Guardian’s quarters, Sterin and Siyan were waiting.

“Thank you for looking after that boy without forgetting about him.”

Sterin let out a long sigh, saying his grandson was always causing trouble.

“Not at all. If anything, I’m the one receiving help.”

Raon bowed his head, saying that he had essentially survived thanks to Rimer.

“Thank you for saying such kind words.”

Sterin drew a faint smile, seemingly pleased to hear his grandson’s praise.

“But what will happen to my master’s soul now?”

Raon asked while handling the Soul Reaper Sword he had just received again.

“Tomorrow, as soon as the sun rises, I’ll send my brother’s soul back to the World Tree.”

Siyan said that if things continued this way, Rimer’s soul could become a vengeful spirit, and that they had to get him out.

“I suppose that’s the right course of action.”

Raon clicked his tongue briefly. Though I couldn’t converse with him or sense his presence, there was a lingering reluctance at the thought of Rimer disappearing completely from my side.

-Still, sending him is the right thing to do.

Wrath gazed at me with sunken eyes.

-Thou couldst have revived that elf, yet thou chose to let him go.
‘That’s true.’

Had I asked Merlin, I could have revived Rimer given enough time.

But I abandoned that path because resurrecting him by wearing a helmet and borrowing another’s body was something no one would desire.

“Whether human or elf, following the natural flow is always the best path.”

Siyan, as if sensing my heart, offered an explanation. Her voice had begun to tremble, suggesting she was growing tense again.

“I understand.”

Raon nodded, saying he comprehended.

“Ah, now that I think about it, I was too preoccupied to offer proper congratulations.”

Sterin clapped his hands with a smile.

“Congratulations on transcending. It seems I won’t be able to match you anymore.”

He nodded emphatically, calling it an achievement that would be recorded in the history of the Continent.

“Transcendence? Then… you’ve awakened…?”

Siyan’s eyes widened as understanding dawned on her.

“Yes. I was fortunate enough to achieve transcendence.”
“Ah! Your energy was so perfectly controlled that I didn’t notice!”

Her mouth fell open in genuine astonishment, wide enough to fit a fist.

“I’ve already adapted to the realm of transcendence. I can now manipulate the forces of nature as freely as our Elves do. The Grand Forest opening its path was likely because of that.”

Sterin chuckled softly, noting that such cases were uncommon.

“Transcendence! Actual transcendence! I have to write this down!”

Siyan gasped and pulled out a book and writing materials from somewhere, frantically scribbling away.

“So it begins.”

Sterin sighed briefly, as if accustomed to this.

“Begins?”
“She wrote notes about you like that until word came that Rimer had died. She was planning to turn it all into books, but there wasn’t a single thing that wasn’t absurd.”

He said it was nothing short of a novel itself, his eyes narrowing.

“Ahaha…”

I let out a hollow laugh watching Siyan begin her writing, her eyes gleaming with fervor.

“Once she gets like that, there’s no stopping her.”

Sterin gestured with his finger, suggesting we leave her to it.

“Ah, yes….”

I scratched the back of my head as I left Sterin’s quarters. I was already worried about how much exaggeration would appear in that book.

“Still, I’m glad Siyan has brightened up. She was so serious for a while that I was concerned.”

Sterin bowed his head, thanking me for helping Siyan return to her usual shy self.

“Thank you.”
“No. I didn’t do anything.”

I waved my hand dismissively, insisting it wasn’t the case.

“You haven’t changed at all.”

Sterin laughed, saying I remained completely unchanged.

“Guardian….”

My expression hardened as I heard Sterin’s words.

“Are you in pain somewhere?”

The Sterin I saw today had bark-like wrinkles etched across his entire body, and he appeared to be struggling constantly.

Even after the purification ceremony when he looked exhausted, it wasn’t to this degree, so I grew concerned.

“Transcendence is remarkable indeed. To sense even that. Or perhaps you see everything.”

Sterin smiled faintly as he gazed at his reflection in the Lake.

“Guardian….”
“There’s no pain. It’s simply that the end is approaching.”

He turned away and spoke calmly, his jaw set firm.

“Unlike the World Tree that grows endlessly, it’s simply time for me to return to the earth.”
“Ah….”

Raon bit his lip as he gazed into Sterin’s serene eyes.
Illness could be cured, but when one’s lifespan had reached its limit, there was no remedy.

“Don’t make that face. I’ve lived long enough.”

Sterin chuckled softly, remarking that few races lived as long as the High Elves.

“Guardian…”
“Still, it pains me to leave Siyan alone. You know as well as I do—that child can’t even call upon her closest friend right now.”
“That’s true.”

Raon nodded heavily. Since the war ended, all connection with Elaim and Ifrit had been severed completely.
They seemed to be focused on restoring the Spirit Realm.

“So visit her from time to time and keep her company, will you? She would appreciate it.”

Sterin bowed his head as he asked me to look after Siyan well.

“Please don’t do that!”

Raon waved his hand and shook his head.

“It’s something I must do!”

Given all that I had received from Sterin, Siyan, and Rimer, being a mere companion felt insufficient—I would have gladly stood behind them always.

“Thank you for saying so.”

Sterin grasped my hand firmly, speaking with sincerity. Feeling the wrinkles on the back of his hand, my heart ached.

“Please don’t burden yourself. The Zigheart and I don’t consider Sepia as outsiders.”

Raon spoke his true thoughts earnestly.
Though the provisional alliance with Sepia had been postponed due to various circumstances, I regarded the elves here as comrades.

“Raon…”

Sterin seemed slightly taken aback, his words trailing off as his aged eyes trembled softly.

“You must be tired, so I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Raon said he would return tomorrow at dawn when he sent off Rimer’s soul, then departed for the Dormitory.

“….”

Sterin watched Raon’s back for a long while, then exhaled softly and returned home.

“Here, Raon broke the wings of the Angel Knight Order….”

Siyan’s hands moved swiftly as she continued writing records about Raon.

“Heh.”

Sterin approached his granddaughter, who was lost in thought, and chuckled softly.

“Your words might be true after all.”

He stroked his granddaughter’s hair as she focused intently, his face breaking into a genuine smile for the first time in a long while.

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The next dawn—the moment when mana filled the world most abundantly.

Raon and the Gwangpung Corps entered the Holy Ground where the roots of the World Tree were planted, following Sterin.

Whoosh.

Raon steadied his breathing and lifted his gaze.

The World Tree, towering as if to obscure the entire sky, gleamed with brilliant and graceful light, wreathed in natural mana.

“It, it seems to have grown larger than before?”

Dorian rubbed both his eyes and let out a bewildered breath.

“You have a keen eye.”

Sterin chuckled softly and nodded.

“The World Tree continues to grow even now. If it reaches full maturity, it might truly touch that sky.”

Just as he said, the World Tree was larger than before. Without focusing my vision, I couldn’t even see where it ended.

“However, its growth seems to have slowed recently. As if something is blocking it.”
“Is there a reason?”
“I’m not entirely certain myself. Now I must entrust it to Siyan.”

Sterin shook his head, saying he now had to leave the World Tree purification ceremony to Siyan.

“After you all leave, I plan to investigate it slowly.”

He shook his head, telling us not to worry too much.

“I’ll begin now. But before that.”

Siyan approached Raon and the Gwangpung Corps, holding the Soul Reaper Sword.

“Please say your final farewell to my brother.”

She lowered her head, asking us to bid Rimer a proper goodbye.

“….”

I gazed at the Soul Reaper Sword, my lips trembling as I swallowed hard.

“I am truly grateful for everything. You have been the most comforting and finest teacher I could have asked for.”

I spoke my sincere thanks and bowed deeply.

“We’ll live long and well, so don’t worry. Let him depart in peace.”

Martha bent forward, gripping her trembling hands tightly.

“I truly disliked you at first. But now I have no choice but to acknowledge you as the finest teacher. Thank you, Master.”

Burren assumed a respectful sword salute, as he would before Glen.

“We will protect Zigheart, so sleep peacefully there.”

Lunan shed tears as he blessed Rimer’s long slumber.

“Ugghhh….”
“Waaahhh!”
“I’m going to miss him! Damn it!”

Dorian and Yua wept openly, while Crain and Julius bowed their heads with furrowed brows.

After exchanging farewells with the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen, the Soul Reaper Sword returned to Siyan’s hands.

“Brother. Thank you. And I love you.”

Siyan placed the Soul Reaper Sword at the roots of the World Tree, tears streaming down her face, and rose to her feet.

Whoooooosh!

A sea-like azure light surged from around her, enveloping the Soul Reaper Sword with its rippling resentment.

It seemed they were trying to draw out Rimer’s soul that remained in the Soul Reaper Sword by using the power of the World Tree and spiritual energy.

“Hm?”

But Siyan suddenly furrowed her brows, her lips trembling.

“What… what is this bastard doing….”

Siyan stared at the Soul Reaper Sword with wide eyes, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“Come out already….”
“What is the matter?”
“This damn bastard won’t come out!”

She gritted her teeth, her expression bewildered as tears welled in her eyes.

“You damned phantom! Come out here! You’re nothing but a nuisance!”
-That’s what makes it fun!

Wrath laughed with delight, his chuckles filling the air.

“….”

I watched Siyan grappling with Rimer inside the Soul Reaper Sword, blinking slowly.

‘Is that elf starting her leeching act again?’

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