The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 876

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Chapter 876

“Then I’ll be on my way.”

I waved goodbye to Sylvia and Edgar before glancing over my shoulder.

“Hey, big sister? I really need to go now….”

I let out a heavy sigh as I looked at Sia’s head dangling from my shoulder.

“No way!”

Sia shook her head vigorously, making it clear she had no intention of letting me leave.

“I kept the Annex Building safe like you promised, so why are you leaving again!”

She pouted her lips, clearly unhappy about me departing from the Annex Building.

“Regardless of whether I go or not, my bones feel like they’re about to break….”

Sia was hugging me with all her strength, and my collarbone and ribs where her arms pressed against me felt like they might shatter at any moment.
But because of the promise I had made, I couldn’t push her away and could only endure it.

“It shouldn’t take more than a few nights this time.”

I clasped my hands together, assuring her I would return as quickly as possible.

“And I’ll definitely bring back a gift for you, big sister.”

My voice rustled like autumn leaves falling, warm and gentle. I was speaking to her as if she were a child.

“A gift…?”

The moment Sia heard the word “gift,” her head snapped up. Her ruby-like eyes gleamed with light.

“What kind of gift?”
“That’s a secret.”

Since I hadn’t thought it through beforehand, I decided to change the subject for now.

“Hmm….”

Sia’s grip around my neck loosened as she perked up at the word “gift.”

“Sia, I’m not leaving because I want to. Raon isn’t abandoning you.”

Sylvia seized the opportunity and gently patted Sia’s back.

“Really! Raon is going on this mission for all of us. So even this lie about a gift… cough!”

Edgar was muttering about how the gift he’d promised Sia was a lie when Sylvia kicked him.
The blow was so forceful that his body went flying and crashed into the fence of the Annex Building.

“Ugh….”

Fortunately, Sia hadn’t heard Edgar’s words. She climbed down from my back, her eyes darting left and right.

“I’ll be back soon. Keep watching over the house for me this time too.”

I gently tapped Sia’s head and offered her a warm smile.

“Okay. I understand. But….”
“Yes. I’ll definitely bring you a gift.”

As I said the word “gift,” I glanced meaningfully at Edgar, who was embedded in the wall.

“Got it! I’ll protect the house, big brother!”

Energized by the promise of a gift, Sia nodded with her hands on her hips.
Though her expression remained childlike, her bearing resembled that of a battlefield commander unleashing a fierce roar.

‘Teaching her the sword after I return wouldn’t be a bad idea.’

Her aura was already so formidable that it would be wise to properly instruct her in controlling and wielding that power.

“Now I really must go.”

I waved goodbye to Sylvia and Sia, who was nestled in her arms, before leaving the Garden.

-Your sister certainly has a stubborn streak, just like you. This is going to be troublesome going forward.

Wrath smacked his lips, saying he could already see the future unfolding.

‘It’s not really troublesome, though.’

I shook my head calmly.

‘If anything, it gives me a sense of stability.’

In my previous life, I might have agreed with Wrath that it was troublesome, but having lived this life and come to understand family and bonds, Sia’s pouting was rather endearing.

-Are you becoming human after all…?
‘I was always human to begin with.’
-Hmph! You were originally a Celestial being itself.

Wrath snorted, insisting that I had no human identity to begin with.

‘Let’s not curse at each other.’

I flicked Wrath’s nose and laughed. Seeing that I now found it offensive when Celestial beings cursed, I realized just how much I had changed.

“So there’s actually someone who can make the Gwangpung Corps Master Raon Zigheart flustered like that. I should keep a close eye on this going forward.”

Burren, who had been waiting outside the Garden, smiled warmly, finding the sibling relationship adorable.

“So that innocent smile is hiding the power of a Grand Master? That’s actually terrifying.”

Martha licked her lips eagerly, saying she wanted to have a match with Sia.

“I’m a bit envious, actually…”

Lunan murmured the word “envious” while gazing quietly at his own back.

“Let’s get going! Since we’re heading home anyway, there’s so much we need to pick up. First, we need to gather all the essentials beyond just supplies…”

Dorian rattled off the necessary items one after another as if he was looking forward to going to the Sepia Trading Company. It seemed like he was trying to gather every single thing in the world.

“I knew the kids had distinctive personalities, but this is quite the spectacle.”

Sheryl shook her head as she surveyed the squad leaders, each speaking their mind, and Dorian.

“Well, the person who taught them was a swordmaster with the most distinctive personality of all.”

I laughed as if it were obvious and stepped forward.

“True. That’s fair.”

Sheryl followed behind me with a faint smile.

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After I finished dinner, I was enjoying a brief rest before the campfire when Sheryl approached and sat beside me.

“Looks like you’ve gotten used to sleeping outdoors.”

Sheryl settled down in front of the campfire and shrugged.

“When I first brought you out, you seemed a bit clumsy.”
“I did fine. Those guys were just slow to adapt.”

I gestured toward Dorian, who was organizing the surroundings, and the three squad leaders, shaking my head.

‘Sleeping outdoors was practically my entire life.’

Having lived for years as an assassin, I had considerable experience with outdoor survival.
If I had seemed out of place at all, it would have been entirely because of those Gwangpung Corps members.

“Come to think of it, you fought our unit commander from the very beginning, didn’t you?”
“We didn’t fight—we arm-wrestled.”
“Right. That’s when I knew something was off about you.”

Sheryl burst into hearty laughter as memories of the past came flooding back.

“How is he doing?”
“Just building more muscle than before. Seems he doesn’t want to lose at arm wrestling.”

She clicked her tongue, remarking that he seemed more obsessed with muscle than martial training.

“I think I understand why.”

Raon gazed back at the campfire with a subtle smile playing on his lips.

“So….”

Sheryl slowly parted her lips in the brief silence.

“I heard that damned bastard’s soul is trapped in the Soul Reaper Sword. Is that true?”
“Yes. It is.”

Raon nodded, meeting Sheryl’s wavering gaze.

“Siyan tried to release your master’s soul, but it had taken root so deeply in the Soul Reaper Sword that it wouldn’t come out.”
“…Can I see that sword for a moment?”

Sheryl swallowed dryly, her head bowed as though making a difficult request.

“Of course.”

Raon nodded and handed the Soul Reaper Sword to Sheryl. Normally, a Demon Sword shouldn’t be entrusted to another, but Sheryl seemed trustworthy enough.
It’s a urine sample, so normally I shouldn’t entrust it to someone else, but Sheryl seemed like she’d be fine with it.

“Thank you.”

Sheryl received the Soul Reaper Sword with trembling hands.

“You damned bastard!”

She glared at the crimson blade of the Soul Reaper Sword, her suppressed emotions finally bursting forth.

“How could you just leave like that….”

Sheryl clutched the Soul Reaper Sword in both hands, resting her forehead against it. The flickering shadows of the campfire made it appear as though she were being held by Rimer.

Sheryl, who had been holding the Soul Reaper Sword for a long time, lifted her head with a refreshed expression, having vented at least some of her frustration.

“Thank you. I feel much better now.”

Sheryl bowed sincerely in gratitude and returned the Soul Reaper Sword to me.

“Um…”

I grasped the Soul Reaper Sword, which still retained its warmth, and lowered my voice.

“What was the relationship between my master and the Heavenly Sword Master?”
“Eh…?”

Sheryl’s face flushed at the unexpected question. The usual composure she carried seemed to have cracked.

“That is… well, um…”

She couldn’t answer immediately, instead shrugging her shoulders as her eyes trembled and darted about.

“Raon. I’m all packed! We need to arrive before dawn, so let’s hurry!”

While I waited for Sheryl’s answer, Martha waved her hand urging us to depart quickly.

“Understood. Just a moment…”

I nodded and tried to get an answer from Sheryl, but she had already slipped away and was standing beside Burren at the front of the group.

“Let’s go! If we delay any longer, it could be dangerous!”

Sheryl was turning on her heel, her face flushed as she urged me to hurry.

“Hmm…”

I smacked my lips. It seemed I would have to ask about Sheryl and Rimer’s relationship another time.

‘But what’s really going on? Could it be that Sheryl likes my master more than he likes her?’

As I tilted my head in confusion, Martha struck my back.

“Sometimes there are things you don’t need to ask about.”
“Fool….”

Lunan Slion seemed to agree, sticking his tongue out slightly as he passed by.

‘What does that even mean?’
-This is exactly why you’re not human!

Wrath clicked his tongue in exasperation.

‘No, I’m saying—’
-You’re like some celestial being.
‘I don’t care if I’m celestial, just give me an answer.’
-You stupid celestial fool!
‘You don’t know either, do you?’
-….

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Rokan, a major city in the Southwest Region of the Continent.

Though the thick blanket of night had enveloped the entire city, the office of the Sepia Commerce Lord remained ablaze with solitary light.

“Hmm….”

Adis Sepia, the master of the Sepia Trading Company and keeper of that lonely flame, moved busily about his office, inscribing countless words upon the parchment before him.

This late hour, dividing light from shadow, seemed to herald a momentous occasion for the Commerce Lord whose influence resonated across the Continent.

“My Lord.”

Old Butler Rigwin bowed respectfully.

“It grows late. Perhaps you should retire for the evening.”

He said I shouldn’t overexert myself and brought his hands together in front of him.

“Normally, that would be right. But this time, there’s something important at stake.”

Adis shook his head firmly, as if to say he was grateful for the advice but couldn’t accept it.

“Dorian. That boy is coming back, so I can’t afford to prepare carelessly!”

He couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips, eager to see his son after so long.

On this late night, what adorned the city’s few lights was not the conviction of a Merchant Guild Master, but the paternal love of a father.

“Are you truly that pleased?”

Rigwin shook his head, remarking that it had been a long time since he’d seen him smile like that.

“Ahem! What makes you think I was smiling?”

Adis’s lips trembled like someone from the Northern Region.

“You’re smiling quite brightly right now, sir.”

Rigwin shrugged as if asking whether he should bring him a mirror.

“That’s not it! It’s just that I’ve been hearing rumors of our boy’s accomplishments here and there, so I’m a bit excited!”

Adis waved his hand in absolute denial, yet he still couldn’t suppress the corners of his mouth from rising.

“But when will he arrive….”

His brow furrowed with impatience.

“A letter arrived today, so even if he takes a dimensional gate, he should arrive tomorrow or the day after.”

Rigwin shook his head, saying there would be time to prepare slowly.

“Well, that makes sense.”

Adis also said it would be good to take things a bit easier as he was about to sit down.

“Hm…?”

Rigwin furrowed his brow while bringing his hand to his ear.

“What’s the matter?”

Adis narrowed his eyes as he looked at Rigwin.

“Well, you see…”

Rigwin exhaled sharply and lowered his gaze toward the window.

“The Young Master and the Gwangpung Corps Commander have come to visit…”
“What? Now?”
“Yes. They’ve already passed through the Main Gate.”
“Hah…”

Adis’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“I didn’t expect them to arrive so quickly.”
“Let’s prepare to receive them at once.”

Rigwin swiftly tidied the Office that Adis had left in disarray.
With each movement of his hands, dust vanished and the Office’s original pristine appearance was restored.

“Ahem!”

Adis smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes and sat at his desk, picking up a pen. He was pretending to work when a knock sounded at the door.

“Guild Master. The Young Master and your guests have arrived.”

The Butler’s voice came from outside.

“Let them in.”

Adis lowered his voice as much as possible and nodded.

‘Dorian?’

However, the moment he laid eyes on his son, he couldn’t help but gape in astonishment.

His son’s once-plump frame had been stripped of excess flesh entirely, and he appeared far more refined than any swordsman he knew.

Of course, when compared to Raon entering just behind him, his son’s brilliance dimmed somewhat, but he possessed enough presence to overwhelm ordinary people.

“Father!”

Dorian rushed toward him with unbridled excitement at their long-awaited reunion.

“Hmm….”

Adis furrowed his brow.

Ordinarily, he would push his son away to forge him through hardship, but witnessing such a transformation, a tender impulse stirred within him—the weak desire to embrace his son and celebrate his growth.

‘Yes. He has worked hard.’

Seeing the evident effort his son had invested to reach this point, he resolved to indulge his heart this once.

“Dorian!”

As Adis opened his arms to embrace his son, Dorian suddenly halted mid-stride and withdrew a small note from his pocket.

“I need quite a lot of things! First, fire-resistant stone walls, trauma salve, internal medicine, holy water, a camping tent, and a bed….”

While Adis stood awkwardly with his arms still extended, Dorian rattled off his list of necessities without pause.

“….”

The warmth that had kindled in Adis’s eyes extinguished in an instant, replaced by cold indifference.

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“I also need hammers and saw blades… Ack!”
“Stop.”

I dragged the endlessly demanding Dorian behind me and bowed my head to Adis Sepia, who stood in a daze.

“Merchant Guild Master. It’s been a while.”
“Ah, yes….”

Adis Sepia seemed to regain his composure, tapping his temple lightly before returning the bow.

“It has indeed been some time. The Gwangpung Corps Master and the Heavenly Sword Master have come as well.”

He offered a courteous greeting not only to me but to Sheryl as well.

“We apologize for visiting at such a late hour.”

Sheryl bowed apologetically.

“It’s no trouble. I was working on paperwork anyway.”

Adis Sepia waved a document with nothing written on it. He seemed unaware it was blank paper.

“However, the fact that you’ve come so quickly suggests this is more urgent than I thought.”
“Yes. Do you happen to have any information regarding the Grey Hammer Guild?”

I stepped forward and asked.
Since Rokan and the land where the Grey Hammer Guild was located weren’t far away, there was a high chance Adis Sepia would have information.

“Actually, I haven’t met with Borgos this year. When I sent a gift at the end of last year, he said he had important matters to attend to and asked me not to contact him for a while.”

Adis Sepia shook his head, his arms resting on the desk.

“As the Gwangpung Corps Master would understand, craftsmen often suddenly shut themselves away in their workshops. I thought it was nothing unusual, but it seems something is happening.”
“Yes. I didn’t write it down because it could cause misunderstandings….”

I took out the letter Borgos had sent and showed it to him.

“Hmm, that’s definitely his handwriting. However….”

Adis furrowed his brow as he examined the letter I had pulled out.

“This isn’t the sort of thing he would send….”

He wrinkled his forehead, saying that Adis would rather die alone than ask for help from someone he had no connection with.

“It seems he must have been in quite desperate circumstances.”
“Then shouldn’t we go right now….”
“Wait a moment. I’ve already sent my son to investigate the Grey Hammer Guild directly, so he should return soon.”

Adis gestured for me to sit on the sofa, saying it was time to wait.

“Understood.”

I nodded heavily and sat on the sofa that Rigwin guided me to.

“W-well then, I’ll go take care of supplies! I’ll be right back!”

Dorian whimpered like a puppy desperate for a bathroom break, alternating his gaze between Adis and me.

“Sigh, do as you wish.”

Adis glared sharply at Dorian before waving his hand dismissively.

“Yes, sir!”

Dorian didn’t even glance at his father’s expression, raising his hand in a salute before leaving the office.

“…What about that boy?”

The moment Dorian left, Adis posed a question about him.

“He’s too scattered to live as a swordsman, and he’s quite fearful.”

I spoke in a calm voice, revealing Dorian’s usual nature.

“As I suspected….”
“However, he has now cultivated both the conviction and skill to overcome that fear. Regardless of what anyone says, he is an excellent swordsman of Zigheart.”
“Hmm, I see.”

Adis’s lips curved into a small smile, pleased by Raon’s sincere compliment.

“He’s someone I can trust to watch my back.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes. I mean it sincerely.”
“Haha!”

As he laughed and expressed his surprise simultaneously, the sound of something breaking echoed from various corners of the Sepia Trading Company building.

“This bastard! How much longer…?”

Adis furrowed his brow and stood up. The office door opened, and Dialun Sepia, Dorian’s older brother, entered along with a Dwarf whose brown beard was coiled into a bun.

“Father! We have a serious problem!”

Dialun stepped forward with ragged breathing and heavy footsteps.

“Calm yourself first.”
“I can’t calm down!”

He shook his head and pointed to the Dwarf beside him.

“Borgos and most of the Dwarves from the Grey Hammer Guild have been captured by Monsters!”

Dialun’s lips trembled as he explained that the Dwarves had been attacked at their headquarters.

“Hmm?”

Adis shook his head while looking at the Dwarf.

“Is that really true?”
“It is, sir…”

The Dwarf’s jaw trembled as he nodded.

“What exactly happened?”

Adis slammed the desk as if demanding an immediate explanation.

“Monsters—dreadful creatures—emerged from beneath the Burning Land where we established our Smithy. We attempted to contain them by any means necessary, but their power was far too overwhelming….”

The Dwarf trembled as he spoke of their despair in the face of such overwhelming strength.

“Then you should have requested assistance!”

Martha’s brow furrowed deeply.

“Dwarves rarely rely on the aid of outsiders. We attempt to resolve our troubles through our own strength, no matter what.”

Adis shook his head, explaining that Dwarves only sought help from others when their entire race faced annihilation.

“What manner of creature was it? A massive monster like a Giant Worm?”
“No. It spoke as we do, possessed an enormous frame, raised crimson wings, and wielded a flaming sword and whip.”

The Dwarf grasped his head in despair, lamenting that their weapons proved ineffective against it.

“A flaming sword and whip?”

I narrowed my eyes as I listened to the Dwarf’s account.

‘Have I encountered such a creature before?’

I racked my mind, but no such monster came to mind.

—Hmm….

Just as I was about to ask further, Wrath scratched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

‘Why?’
—That creature… it seems familiar. I believe the True Demon King knows of its kind….

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