The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 882

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Chapter 882

I dismissed the reward message and turned around.

Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Sheryl were all staring at me with eyes full of questions.

‘They have every right to look at me like that.’

Setting aside my conversation with Ascara, the words “Demon Lords” and “Demon Realm” had come up repeatedly, so it was only natural they were confused.

-What will you do?

Wrath seemed even more tense than I was, nervously wetting his lips with his tongue.

‘What else can I do? I’ll have to tell them.’

Glen Zigheart and Lectar already knew that Wrath was my companion and a Demon Lord.
The people here were just as trustworthy as those two, so telling them felt like the right thing to do.

-Is that really true?
‘Look.’

I smiled faintly as I watched Burren, Martha, and Lunan slowly rise to their feet, meeting their eyes.

‘Those eyes would believe anything I said.’

The three squad leaders of the Gwangpung Corps were bewildered, yet their eyes never wavered from me.
It meant they trusted me no matter what happened. Even Dorian, though unconscious, would be no different.

‘And….’

I looked at Sheryl, who was lowering her twin blades. She had heard much and was more flustered than the others, yet she didn’t step forward.
It meant she would listen to what I had to say first. Sheryl was someone I could trust completely.

-Then… then….

Wrath’s hands trembled as he looked at Lunan and Martha.

-Finally, the True Demon King can meet the ice cream girl and the beef girl?

He bounced gleefully through the air, his mood lifting despite having just cursed out the system moments ago. Truly, the Demon Lord remained as consistent as ever.

“Raon….”

Sheryl approached with heavy steps.

“Can you explain what’s going on? Why did you use that strange manner of speech, and why did that demon call you the Demon King?”

Even amid her confusion, she gazed at me with unwavering trust.

-How dare you!

Wrath hurled a chubby fist toward Sheryl.

-The True Demon King’s manner of speech is strange? Everyone says it’s cool!

He seized her collar and shook her, demanding an immediate apology.

“I heard it too.”

Burren nodded, gripping his burned shoulder.

“You called yourself a lord, and then a Demon King.”

His quiet gaze sought an explanation.

“Don’t rush me. I’ll explain once I’ve gathered my thoughts.”

Martha, who seemed ready to speak first, instead composed herself with remarkable calm.

“Right. Definitely.”

Lunan, like Martha, decided to wait, blinking as he always did.

“As expected.”

I gazed at Sheryl and the three squad leaders, a subtle smile crossing my lips.

“As expected?”

Martha tilted her head in confusion, unable to grasp the situation.

“It’s not difficult to explain. The truth is….”

I was about to recount what had happened when the ceiling began to crumble, and rocks and earth started raining down.

“First, we need to wake the others and get out of here.”

The intensity of Ascara’s aura was so overwhelming that it still sent shivers down my spine—not just this underground chamber, but the entire tunnel system was collapsing.

Even with Sheryl and myself present, if we became trapped underground, there would be no way to escape. Leaving this place had to be our priority.

“Right. That comes first.”

Sheryl nodded and began rousing Borgos and the Dwarf craftsmen.

“Hey! Dorian! Wake up!”

Martha kicked at the unconscious Dorian, who was drooling in his sleep.

“Gasp!”

Dorian jolted upright as if struck by lightning.

“What?! There was definitely some strange monster that appeared….”

He muttered groggily, his eyes unfocused as he struggled to comprehend what was happening.

“Enough! Hurry and carry the people!”

Burren struck Dorian’s forehead to snap him to attention, then pointed to the craftsmen who could barely stand on their own.

“What? All of a sudden—”
“The ceiling….”

Lunan raised her finger, pointing upward. The pillars of frost she had hastily created were fracturing, and rocks and earth continued to cascade down relentlessly.

“Ugh!”

Dorian nodded as if he finally understood, then hoisted three severely wounded Dwarves onto his back all at once.

“Master Borgos, please climb onto my back.”

I carried Borgos on my back and tried to move upward, but my feet froze.
As the adrenaline faded, the internal injuries I’d forgotten about suddenly flared with intense pain.
My dantian and the mana circuits surrounding it were torn, making it difficult not just to carry someone, but even to walk on my own feet.

“Ah, benefactor! I can walk on my own two feet, so please put me down.”

Borgos thrashed his legs in the air, insisting he could walk.

“It’s… fine.”

As I forced myself to move forward, Sheryl, who had been standing ahead, approached me.

“I’ll carry you. Just follow along.”

Sheryl, already aware of my condition, scooped Borgos into her arms despite already having two Dwarves on her back.
Though small in stature, the sight of her carrying two Dwarves on her back while cradling Borgos in her arms made her look like a giant.

“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Everyone would be dead if it weren’t for you.”

Sheryl told me to just follow from behind, then moved forward again.

“Yes.”

I exhaled a long sigh and fell in behind Sheryl, who now led the way.

“That monster was defeated by the Organization Master, wasn’t it?”

Dorian drew a deep breath, recalling Ascara, who had torn through the dimension.

“As expected of our Organization Master! I knew I could trust you!”
“I didn’t defeat it. I just knocked it unconscious—what’s there to trust about that?”

Raon snorted as he glanced back at Dorian.

“Even though I lost consciousness, I was believing in you the whole time, Organization Master!”

Dorian nodded vigorously, insisting he meant every word.

“That’s enough. Just take care of the wounded.”
“Yes, sir!”

He smiled reassuringly and tightened his grip on the people he was holding.

“Hmm…”

I forced my heavy legs forward, my brow furrowing slightly.
The pain should have intensified once the adrenaline wore off, making movement difficult, yet strangely the agony was diminishing and my body felt lighter.

‘What’s happening?’

Even as a transcendent with multiple traits, I shouldn’t have recovered from core damage this quickly.
While it was fortunate, the unnaturalness of it made me suspicious this might be something sinister instead.

-It’s because of that damned fighting spirit, you fool.

Wrath furrowed his brow as he looked at me.

‘Fighting spirit?’
-The fighting spirit you obtained from your ridiculous performance! That’s what it is!

He clicked his tongue at length.

-The Balrog, true to its nature as a demon of combat, possesses adaptability to fight anywhere, anytime. What you obtained is the fighting spirit of the Balrog King itself, so injuries of this caliber are trivial.

Wrath sighed, lamenting that I’d gained such a useless power.

‘I see.’

As I carefully examined the energy within my body, the Balrog’s fighting spirit residing in my core moved of its own accord, mending the torn core and the damaged mana circuits.

-It’s a bit different from actual healing, but you should be able to endure it.
‘Seems like it.’
-Tsk! To grant such power to someone who doesn’t even understand the basics!

Wrath threw a punch at the empty air, lamenting the waste of it all.

‘Perhaps that’s exactly why I obtained it.’

I smiled faintly and quickened my pace.

“Huh? Are you alright?”

Dorian voiced his concern, urging me not to walk so fast.

“I can manage.”

I nodded and fell in step directly behind Sheryl. As I moved swiftly, we arrived at the Grey Hammer Guild’s headquarters before the Underground Space could collapse entirely.

“This place is crumbling too. We need to leave.”

Sheryl shook her head as she watched boulders rain down upon the Smithy reduced to ash.

“L-Let’s go quickly if we’re going! We’ll be crushed!”

Dorian’s jaw trembled visibly, fear gripping him.

“Wait!”

Martha grabbed Dorian by the scruff of his neck and shook her head.

“What? But it’s dangerous….”
“We must wait for a final farewell.”

She pointed her finger toward the rear.

“….”

Borgos and the craftsmen bit their lips as they gazed upon their fallen comrades and the Smithy.
Even facing death in this place, they seemed unwilling to abandon their final tribute to those they had lost.

Screeeech!

Lunan erected a barrier of frigid air, shielding everyone so that Borgos and the craftsmen could exchange their final farewells with their fallen comrade.

“Haah….”

Blood trickled from her lips—the strain was taking its toll—yet she refused to let the absolute cold falter for even a moment.

“Let’s go….”

Borgos picked up a blackened hammer—whose it had been, none could say—and nodded. The craftsmen followed in silence, moving toward the exit that would lead them outside.

“Thank you.”

Borgos bowed deeply to Sheryl and Lunan, who held back the collapsing ceiling and earth.

“I understand that sentiment well enough.”

Sheryl offered a thin smile and nodded in acknowledgment.

“Mm….”

Lunan blinked quietly, her expression conveying the same understanding.

“It would be best to exchange farewells outside. Things are becoming truly dangerous now.”

Burren Zigheart swallowed hard as he watched the rocks and earth pressing down against Lunan’s barrier.

“Understood.”

Borgos nodded and ascended to the surface with the craftsmen.

“We should go as well.”

Raon nodded and gestured to Burren Zigheart, Martha, Lunan, and Dorian.

“Yes….”
“Sigh… we saved them, yet my heart feels no lighter for it.”
“May they find peace….”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan each paid their respects to the fallen in their own way before ascending.

“….”

I was about to climb up last when it happened.

Whoooosh!

A faint, sinister aura rose from within the collapsing Underground Village and drifted toward me.
I tried to push it away, but the aura slipped past my grasp and seeped naturally into the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘What is this?’

Though it was clearly a malevolent and negative force, it didn’t feel like it would harm me. It felt like the vengeful spirits dwelling within the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘Strange things have been happening ever since my master entered the Soul Reaper Sword.’

I exhaled sharply and climbed toward the surface. The moment I emerged, Sheryl’s aura vanished, and the entire Underground Village built by the Grey Hammer Guild collapsed. The mountain itself crumbled, and massive boulders cascaded down.

“That was cutting it close.”

Dorian watched the tumbling rocks below and let out a relieved breath.

“Mm….”

Borgos bit his lip as he gazed at the tunnel that could never be returned to.

The craftsmen too seemed overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down their faces as they struggled to contain themselves.

“Haaa….”

Borgos clenched the blood-stained earth with his thick fingers.
After composing himself for a long moment, he slowly rose and approached me.

“Could you tell me what happened down there?”

Borgos bowed his head, asking me to share what I had learned.

“Of course.”

I nodded and explained about the Balrog King, telling them that it was the Dark Tower’s master who had summoned us.

“I see. So you’ve saved us once again….”

Borgos nodded, then dropped to his knees.

“Borgos of the Grey Hammer Guild bows before my benefactor.”
“We bow before our benefactor!”

The craftsmen bent their backs alongside Borgos.

“Please, don’t do this.”

I shook my head, saying that my wounds would open further.

“You’ve saved our lives and avenged us—if we can’t even offer this gesture of gratitude, then we don’t deserve to live!”

Borgos insisted I accept his bow, pressing his forehead to the ground.

“Accept it.”

Sheryl stepped beside me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“You’ve earned the right to receive such respect.”

She tilted her chin, saying that refusing such a gesture would be the greater discourtesy. It was something Rimer had once told her.

“…Very well. I accept. Please, rise.”

I accepted Borgos’s bow and took his hand to help him up.

“I swear I shall repay this debt.”

Borgos struck his chest, declaring he would grant any request I might make.

“Yes. I shall hold you to that.”
“No.”

He rose to his feet and shook his head.

“No need to wait. I’ll start the work you requested right away.”

Borgos clenched his teeth, ready to begin immediately.

“What? But in a situation like this….”

Raon exhaled softly, his hands trembling slightly.

“On the contrary, working at a time like this is better.”

Borgos clenched his fist, convinced that his heightened emotions would allow him to forge even finer weapons and armor.

“We feel the same way!”
“We want to work!”

The other craftsmen and Dwarves cried out with blazing eyes, begging to be given work.

“I humbly request this.”

Borgos bowed deeply again, asking that they entrust him and his people with crafting weapons and armor from Dragon bone.

“Understood. From the beginning, you were the only one I intended to entrust with this task.”

Raon nodded gratefully in acknowledgment.

“But where will you conduct the work?”

This area seemed too dangerous because of the Dark Tower, so I couldn’t simply leave it as is.

“We’ll have to go to Zigheart.”

Borgos met my gaze directly and smacked his lips.

“But will you also accept refugees?”

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Since the Dwarf and the craftsmen had suffered severe burns, I returned to the Sepia Family estate to treat their wounds quickly.

Thanks to Adis, an experienced merchant, having healers and Priests standing by in advance, everyone, including Borgos, was able to receive treatment swiftly.

“That’s a relief.”

Burren Zigheart closed the door to the Treatment Room and nodded.

“Right. Fortunately, there won’t be any lasting scars.”

Martha nodded as she wound up the blood-stained bandages.

“It’s thanks to you. This time.”

She nodded toward Lunan Slion, who stood there dazed.

“Me…?”

Lunan Slion tilted his head in confusion.

“You kept maintaining that barrier of cold energy even while sweating profusely. Without that, we might have had to cut away flesh or amputate arms and legs.”

Martha nodded, saying he had done well.

“A Rakshasa woman praising me…?”

Lunan Slion’s eyes widened in genuine shock.

“What kind of demon do you think I am? I know how to give credit when it’s due!”

Martha gnashed her teeth at Lunan Slion.

“A Rakshasa woman praising me…?”

Lunan Slion repeated the same words, letting out a gasp.

“Ugh! What’s the point of giving praise if you’re going to react like that!”

Martha snorted, declaring she would never praise me again.

“Please don’t fight. Let’s rest for now! I’ll show you to your guest quarters!”

Dorian wedged himself between Martha and Lunan, nodding eagerly.

“Before that.”

I shook my head as I looked at the three unit leaders and Sheryl.

“I have something to discuss. Let’s find somewhere quiet.”
“Huh? Oh, yes!”

Dorian nodded and led us all to the Reception Room.
It was an ornate chamber, as if displaying the Merchant Guild’s financial prowess. The soundproofing seemed excellent for a private conversation.

“But what did you wish to discuss?”

Dorian bounced his leg anxiously.

“Is something urgent?”

I tilted my head, observing Dorian’s fidgeting fingers.

“Yes. I need to gather other supplies before my father arrives….”

Dorian nodded, saying he had to complete the remaining provisions.

-No matter how I look at it, this one isn’t normal either.

Wrath shook his head, saying that while different from him, Dorian was just as mad in his own way.

“If that’s the case, just sit still.”

I pressed down firmly on Dorian’s shoulder and took the foremost seat.

“Heavenly Sword Master. And Sheryl, please be seated.”
“Of course.”

Sheryl seemed to realize what I was about to say and took the seat across from me.

“Sigh….”

I met the eyes of Burren, Martha, Lunan, Dorian, and Sheryl in turn.

‘Yes. I can trust these people.’

Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Dorian needed no explanation—and Sheryl had risked her life alongside Rimer to save me and the Gwangpung Corps.
If I couldn’t trust them, there would be no one in this world I could trust.

“When I spoke with that demon race member, the words Demon Realm, demon race, and Demon Lords came up.”

I nodded, clasping my hands before me.

“Right. That burning monster called you a Demon Lord.”

Burren nodded.

“No, didn’t you say first that you were a Demon Lord yourself?”

Martha shook her head, insisting that came first.

“….”

Lunan simply looked at me without speaking. His gaze held only trust.

“Hmm….”

Sheryl too said nothing, waiting for my next words.

“What? What do you mean….”

Dorian tilted his head as if asking what I was talking about.

“I’m not a Demon Lord or demon race. I’m purely human. It’s just….”

I glanced at Wrath perched on my shoulder and shook my head.

“The one beside me is a Demon Lord of the Demon Realm.”

I explained about Wrath, who stood at my side.

-Hmm….

Wrath’s lips trembled faintly, clearly tense at being introduced.
He seemed anxious about how those he had shown kindness to would react.

“A, a Demon Lord….”
“Right beside you?”
“….”

Burren and Martha’s eyes widened as if their ears had deceived them, while Lunan simply listened in silence.

“I, I see. That explains so many of the absurd things that have happened….”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he finally understood all the impossible events that had transpired.

“Is that Demon Lord not dangerous?”

Sheryl lowered her head, concerned for my safety above all else.

“On the contrary, he has been of great help. He is my friend now.”

I smiled faintly and nodded.

“All this time….”

I took a short breath and recounted everything that had happened, piece by piece.

“That, that’s all of it?”
“Yes….”
“Then I owe my life to that Demon Lord!”

Martha, Lunan, and Dorian trembled in astonishment at the realization that they had been saved by Wrath.

“When we were annihilated by the Flame Demon Army….”
“Yes. It was him.”

Raon nodded at Burren.

“Wait, wait! Then that means—!”

Burren shot to his feet.

“The thing on your shoulder isn’t a spirit of the sea, but a Demon Lord?”

He gasped as he looked at Wrath with the eyes that Wrath had created for him.

“That’s right. Because he made those eyes for you, you’re the only one who can see his true form.”

I poked Wrath lightly and smiled faintly.

-Now it’s revealed! Eyes! It was the True Demon King himself who crafted your new eyes!

Wrath lifted his chin, demanding reverence.

“…Uh.”

Burren bit his lip as he stared at Wrath.

“I always thought Demon Lords were nothing but enemies to be defeated, yet something like this was happening behind the scenes….”

He met Wrath’s gaze and, as if reaching a decision, nodded firmly.

“Thank you. For helping me. And for helping all of us.”

Burren dropped to one knee and bowed his head.

-You, Eyes is bowing?

Wrath’s eyes widened in shock.

-I thought he would despise the Demon Race itself, regardless of the others….

His jaw trembled with astonishment.

‘He’s no longer just a stubborn child anymore.’

Burren was no longer a small child trapped by jealousy and preconceived notions.
He prioritized the help he had received over the negative stigma of being a demon.

“If there is anything you desire, I shall fulfill it without hesitation.”

Burren nodded, affirming that he would do everything within his power.

-You… truly mean it?

Wrath’s eyes widened in surprise.

-Are you really saying I can ask for anything?
‘I’ll relay it for you.’

I nodded as I watched Wrath’s lips twitch upward.

-W-well then, of course it’s food! Bring me all the dishes the True Demon King has never tasted!

Wrath chuckled, reasoning that since Burren was wealthy, he would surely know fine cuisine.

“My friend is asking for something.”

I smiled and nodded.

“He wants mysterious and enigmatic sword techniques. The more precious the technique, the better, he says.”
-Wh-what?

Wrath blinked blankly, staring at me.

-W-when did I! Say food! I meant sword techniques, not!

He bounced around indignantly.

‘Ah, sorry. Let me correct that.’

I scratched the back of my head and spoke again.

“Not just sword techniques, but footwork and martial arts as well? This fellow has quite the interest in human martial disciplines.”
“I-is that so? Understood. I’ll gather everything I can bring.”

Burren clenched his fist as if telling me to wait.

-Are you even human?!

Wrath seized me by the collar and shook me violently.

-Damn celestials and gods alike—even they don’t compare to you! Where in the world did you come from?!

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