The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 862

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Chapter 862

“Ugh, seriously!”

Siyan struck the empty air with her fist in frustration before collapsing onto the ground. Her eyes glistened not with tears, but with irritation and bewilderment.

“Why won’t you come out like a stubborn caterpillar! You idiot brother!”

Siyan pleaded with him to emerge, tapping the Soul Reaper Sword with her spiritual energy, but Rimer refused to show even a strand of his soul’s hair.

“Hah….”

Sterin exhaled softly as he watched the Soul Reaper Sword vibrating intensely.

“The dutiful one has returned as a reckless fool….”

He shook his head, lamenting how Rimer’s personality had been corrupted.

“To be honest, he was never normal to begin with.”

Erian clicked his tongue briefly.

“A man who should have become the leader of the Guardians but instead followed a human into the Forest—he was clearly mad from the start.”

He furrowed his brow as if the matter was utterly absurd.

“However, I don’t view Rimer’s stubbornness as something negative. There must be a reason behind it.”
“I think the same way.”

Sterin nodded with a faint smile playing at his lips.

“Thanks to my visit to Zigheart, I’ve come to understand what kind of man my grandson truly is.”

He expressed his trust in Rimer, clasping his hands behind his back.

“This is no time to be smiling, you two!”

Siyan stamped her foot toward Sterin and Erian.

“Ugh….”
“I-I’m sorry.”

Sterin and Erian shrank back, bewildered by Siyan’s anger.

“Will something go wrong if my master remains in the sword?” Raon narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the Soul Reaper Sword.

Raon’s gaze sharpened as he studied the Soul Reaper Sword.

“If he wishes to remain of his own will, perhaps we should leave him be.”
“It wouldn’t matter with an ordinary blade. But….”

Siyan exhaled a heavy sigh.

“It’s not good for my brother to remain in the Soul Reaper Sword.”

She shook her head, watching the World Tree’s blue light fade.

“Is it because the Soul Reaper Sword is a cursed blade?”
“Yes.”
“Then there’s no need to worry. As you’ve sensed yourself, the souls within the Soul Reaper Sword are not malevolent.”

Raon shook his head as he caressed the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘If anything, they’re pitiful.’

The souls in the Soul Reaper Sword were ordinary people who had been killed by the White Blood Cult.
Even as vengeful spirits, they had no desire to harm others and had even helped me multiple times.

The fact that they had accepted Rimer’s soul and sent him to the Mental World showed they meant him no harm.

“I know that too.”

Siyan conjured a transparent water droplet above her palm.

“Then why….”
“Because they are vengeful spirits, regardless of how kind and virtuous they are.”

Droplets of water rose from her grip, each one bristling with dozens of spines like a chestnut burr.

“Vengeful spirits are pitiful souls bound by lingering resentment, unable to depart this world. Since they inherently carry negative energy, they inevitably harm other spirits regardless of their own wishes.”

Siyan exhaled softly and grasped the blade formed of water.

“It’s the same principle as an attribute-wielding colossal monster causing harm to people against its own will.”
“I see….”

Hearing Siyan’s words, I recalled the Red Dragon Turtle that had devoured the earth’s energy when I received the Heavenly Sword from Balkan.

“But my brother’s spirit is pure. Just as you said, since he harbors no attachment whatsoever, if he simply emerges now, he can receive the World Tree’s blessing and return to mana.”

She gazed at the World Tree with her hands clasped together.

“While it’s certainly noble that my brother consoles the vengeful spirits, if this continues, his own soul will suffer damage.”

Siyan trembled at her fingertips as she spoke her worry.

“Do you think Master knows that?”

I swallowed hard and leaned my upper body forward.

“That’s right! Tell that damned Organization Master to come out! His soul could be damaged!”

Martha raised her voice, urging me to at least relay the message rather than remain silent.

“Exactly. The Organization Master is surprisingly cautious about injuries, so if we tell him it’s dangerous, he might come out!”

Burren also pleaded, bending at the waist.

“Hurry!”

Lunan approached Siyan with an urgent expression. Her fierce eyes trembled with concern.

“I… I can’t do that….”

Siyan bit her crimson lips firmly.

“I’m unable to communicate with souls either.”

She shook her head, explaining that she had only attempted to extract Rimer’s soul using spiritual power, but engaging in conversation like a shaman or priest was beyond her capabilities.

“And my brother couldn’t possibly be unaware. He would feel his soul transforming, like black ink dripping onto white paper.”

Siyan sighed, unable to make sense of it all.

“….”

I furrowed my brow as I gazed down at the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘Why?’

Why was he still lingering in the Soul Reaper Sword?

Rimer had cast aside all his attachments and left only a final wish for me to be happy, so his presence now made no sense.

‘Did he want to comfort the restless souls trapped in the Soul Reaper Sword?’

That was the only explanation I could conjure at the moment.
Rimer was far more affectionate than he appeared, and he always prioritized others over himself.

“Siyan. Do you know why my master remains in that sword?”
“I’m not entirely sure. But if I had to guess, the first possibility would be… he simply found it entertaining?”

Siyan let out a hollow laugh at her own words, as if even she found it absurd.

“That’s plausible.”

Martha nodded, seeming to think the possibility quite likely.

“The second reason seems to be what I mentioned earlier—to console the restless souls.”

Siyan caressed the Soul Reaper Sword, her lips pursing thoughtfully.

“I believe that’s the correct reason. The Organization Master is quite compassionate….”

Dorian sniffled, insisting there could be no other explanation.

“And the last one is….”

Siyan looked at Raon and the Gwangpung Corps in turn.

“I wanted to spend even a little more time with the Gwangpung Corps….”

Her eyes reddened as she wondered if this might be the greatest reason of all.

“Mm….”
“That’s….”
“Deputy Commander….”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps clutched their foreheads or released heavy sighs, their eyes betraying their sorrow.

‘That could be true.’

I gently grasped Yua’s trembling shoulder and nodded.

‘But that’s not all there is to it.’

Rimer had been willing to leave the Gwangpung Corps without hesitation, and he had even told me about the concept of moving forward without regret.

I couldn’t believe that such a person would defy the natural order of things simply because he wanted to be with the Gwangpung Corps.

‘Could there already be a problem with his soul….’
-That won’t be the case.

Wrath shook his head calmly.

-That fool’s soul is as steadfast as his mind. It should be fine for a while yet.
‘Then why is he acting like this?’
-That fool’s younger sibling may simply want to spend a bit more time with you all. Or perhaps….

He narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the sword.

-He may be sensing something that only a soul can perceive.
‘Something only a soul can perceive?’
-Indeed. A soul possesses another kind of sight, after all.

Wrath shook his head, saying that Rimer might be seeing something different from them and could remain within the Soul Reaper Sword.

“For now, let’s head back today.”

Sterin gazed up at the sun rising into the sky and shook his head.
It seemed he was suggesting they try again next time, since the World Tree’s aura had subsided.

“Understood.”

I smacked my lips and grasped the Soul Reaper Sword.
As I tried to sheathe it and leave the Holy Ground, the Soul Reaper Sword let out a sharp, resonant cry and vibrated as if refusing to be put away.

‘Could it be that it wants to stay here?’

There was no other reason for the sword to suddenly cry out like this.

“Wait…”

I called out to Sterin and Siyan, who were heading outside.

“Could we leave the Soul Reaper Sword here for a while? Just in case, I’ll stay with it as well.”

I bowed my head, explaining that Rimer seemed to want to remain by the World Tree.

“Very well. Siyan, you stay by their side.”
“Yes? Ah, yes!”

Siyan’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden order.

“Eek!”

The moment her eyes met mine, embarrassment surged back, and she covered her face with her hands.

“Then I’ll see you later.”

Sterin waved lightly and departed the Holy Ground with the Gwangpung Corps.

“Let’s rest for a moment.”

Raon smiled faintly and leaned his back against the World Tree.

“Ah, yes, I see….”

Siyan took a seat beside him, her brilliant golden hair—as if she’d melted the sun itself—falling across her face.
I felt a bit relieved, as she seemed to have reverted to the shy girl I’d first met when arriving in Sepia.

“Um, excuse me, Raon. May I ask you just one thing?”
“Of course. Please, go ahead.”

I nodded at Siyan. The serious glint in her eyes, visible between strands of hair, suggested she was about to ask something important regarding Rimer.

‘This is becoming rather touching.’

Perhaps because I now had a sister like Sia. I found myself wanting to look after Siyan more carefully, having lost her brother.

Just as I was thinking I’d answer anything she asked, Siyan’s lips slowly parted.

“What sword technique did you use when you cut down the 2nd Apostle in a single strike to obtain the Soul Stone?”

Siyan abandoned her shyness and suddenly brought up the matter of cutting down the 2nd Apostle.

“Huh? Ah, I didn’t cut her down in a single strike. I made it sound simple, but it wasn’t easy. If something had gone even slightly wrong, I could have been the one in danger….”
“You did cut her down in a single strike! What technique was it?”
“No, that’s not what I meant….”
“A single strike!”
“Uh….”

My jaw trembled. It seemed Siyan had already made up her mind that I’d cut down the 2nd Apostle in a single strike. I thought Ensia had taught her remarkably well.

“Then, with Red Fang perhaps….”

Seeing Siyan’s expression that said the decision was already made and I just needed to answer, I reluctantly revealed one of my personally preferred sword techniques.

“With blood on your cheeks and the back of your hand, and eyes gleaming with excellence, you used Red Fang, didn’t you? …Ah!”

Siyan exclaimed in delight and began recording the new information in her book.

“….”

The warmth in Raon’s gaze as he looked at Sia faded into a sharp, cold light.

-Honestly…

Wrath shook his head as he looked at Siyan.

-There’s not a single normal woman around you.

He hadn’t expected that shy fool to change like this when writing a book, and he let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head.

“Sigh, I give up.”

Raon exhaled a heavy breath and sat down on the ground. Seeing Siyan, who had been gloomy, show even a hint of comfort, I felt a bit relieved.

Tap.

I placed the Soul Reaper Sword, which I had been gripping to rest my head on my hand, onto the roots of the World Tree.

‘Now it’s finally still.’

The Soul Reaper Sword, satisfied with not leaving the World Tree, fell silent—both its blade’s resonance and trembling ceased, as if it had become lifeless.

‘But why does it want to stay here?’

As I tilted my head in contemplation, the red blade of the Soul Reaper Sword seemed to shimmer with a blue light.

‘No, it’s not just appearing that way.’

It’s accepting the natural energy flowing from the World Tree.

Like catching rainwater in a small vessel, the natural energy flowing through the World Tree was dripping onto the Soul Reaper Sword and settling within it.

“Siyan!”

I called out to Siyan, who was writing frantically as if possessed.

“Yes? Oh, yes! Is there something else you’d like to say?”

Siyan nodded, her eyes wide and round like a rabbit’s.

“Is it possible for the World Tree’s mana to calm the negative energy of the resentful spirits dwelling within the Soul Reaper Sword?”
“Huh? Well, that is….”

She followed the direction of her own finger, her gaze settling on the Soul Reaper Sword.

“I-it might be possible. Or rather, I think it could be?”

Siyan dropped the pen she’d been holding and nodded.

“People think resentful spirits are merely malevolent entities that harm others, but the reality is different.”
“How so?”
“An ordinary spirit cannot manifest great power simply by harboring resentment after death. They become resentful spirits precisely because they sacrifice their very existence to gain power.”

She bit her lip, realizing that the spirits dwelling in the Soul Reaper Sword must be enduring unbearable agony even now.

“Then my master is….”
“Yes. It seems my brother chose to remain in the sword and stay near the World Tree in order to ease the suffering of those resentful spirits, even if only slightly.”

Siyan spoke with certainty, her hands trembling.

“Brother….”

Unable to hold back any longer, she let a blue tear fall onto the pages of the book before her.

-That fool. He’s doing something magnificent now that he never did while alive.

Wrath nodded with evident pride.

‘Indeed….’

Raon felt the breeze of the World Tree that Rimer seemed to have stirred and smiled faintly.

‘I don’t understand why he looks even more impressive now that he’s gone.’

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I placed the Soul Reaper Sword beside the World Tree and went to find Sterin.
I told him why Rimer remained within the Soul Reaper Sword.

“I see….”

Sterin swept back the white hair that had fallen below his forehead.

“Always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong—even in death, he’s the same.”

Despite his gruff words, he smiled warmly, clearly proud of his grandson.

“Indeed.”

I nodded with a small smile.

“It’s exactly like your master.”

I would later learn that Rimer had sought out swordsmen who never became formal trainees at the 5th Training Ground, offering them comfort and guidance for their paths forward.
A man of such deep compassion would naturally wish to ease the suffering of these lingering spirits.

“Once their wounds begin to heal, I believe he will emerge on his own.”
“Then we’ll have to wait a bit longer.”

Sterin nodded, saying that would be fine.

“Ah, forgive me—I was caught up in matters and arrived late.”

I unfastened Rimer’s sword from my waist and offered it to Sterin.

“I heard your sword is a sacred treasure of Sepia, so I’ve brought it for you to reclaim. Thank you for everything.”

I bowed deeply, speaking with genuine gratitude.

“Hmm….”

Sterin gazed at Rimer’s sword for a long moment, then shook his head.

“Since the Soul Reaper Sword now rests in Sepia’s Holy Ground, you keep that blade for now. And….”

He rose slowly from his chair.

“On the contrary, there’s something I wish to give you.”

Sterin stepped out of the room, gesturing for me to follow.

‘Something he wishes to give me?’

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