The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 884

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Chapter 884

“What a waste…”

Dorian sighed softly as he touched the dark bruises surrounding his eyes.

“If I’d managed to grab everything I had stuffed in my pockets, we wouldn’t have to worry about supplies for a long time!”

He waved the spoon in his hand regretfully, lamenting that he hadn’t been able to steal all the items from the Sepia Trading Company.

“Thinking he could steal it all—the man’s absolutely insane…”

Martha shook her head as she looked at Dorian.

“I never knew your father could get that angry.”

She let out a hollow laugh, utterly bewildered.

“Yeah. Sir, your face turned completely red…”

Lunan’s jaw tightened as he recalled Adis’s flushed face.

“And no wonder. What came out of that bastard’s pocket was bigger than the Sepia Trading Company building itself!”

Martha set down her stew bowl, saying she’d never seen anything like it.

“You all need to eat quietly! You’re being rude to the other guests!”

Burren frowned as he wiped down the dining table with a handkerchief.

“Stop lecturing us and educate that thief instead.”

Martha waved her hand, telling Burren to scold Dorian instead.

“I’m planning to give that thief a proper lesson once we return home.”

Burren gritted his teeth, saying Dorian was a disgrace to the family.

“It’s n-not theft if it’s from the house! It’s ours anyway.”

Dorian rolled his eyes, suggesting he’d simply brought it and put it to good use.

“You didn’t take household items—you took merchandise!”

Sheryl ground her teeth and smacked the back of Dorian’s head.

“Ow!”
“You used to be quiet, but now you’re the craziest one here. How did he even raise you children….”

She clicked her tongue, watching Dorian bury his face in the table.

“Hmm….”

I paid no attention to the commotion at the table, stacking my empty plate to one side.

‘This place is actually quite decent.’

I’d originally planned to grab a quick lunch with bread, but wanted to give the wounded something more nutritious, so I’d stepped into this small village’s dining hall—and the food turned out to be surprisingly good.

-Hmm! The chef’s skill is somewhat lacking, but I felt genuine care in the cooking.

Wrath patted his pleasantly rounded belly, muttering that it was decent enough.

-However, I am exacting when it comes to dessert. They must craft it well.

He waved his plump hands eagerly, anticipating the chef’s dessert creation.

‘This is just a rural dining hall. There’s no chef, and no dessert exists here….’

I sighed. Being such a small village establishment, the cook was the owner himself, and desserts simply didn’t exist.

-Is that so?

Wrath laughed without concern despite the rebuke.

-Then I shall have to eat twice as much dessert when we return home!

He smacked his lips loudly, as if the matter held no concern for him whatsoever.

-Ten days of eating whatever I desire! How delightful! This shall be quite the feast!

Wrath chuckled, declaring that he would visit every renowned restaurant in Zigheart, not merely the dining hall of the Annex Building.

‘….’

I said nothing, simply observing Wrath as he hummed contentedly.

-What, what is it?

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he regarded my silence.

-Surely you’re not backing out of our agreement now?

His blue eyes trembled with anxiety.

‘No, of course I’ll keep my promise.’

I shook my head with a smile. Since we had settled on ten days from the start and I had already conceded a week, I fully intended to honor our agreement.

-Then why does your face look like that?

Wrath’s eyes narrowed in displeasure.

‘My face? What’s wrong with my face?’
-You look like a fool deliberating whether to eat bread when it’s right in front of you!

He snorted, saying the very sight of me irritated him.

‘His mood seems to have improved now.’

I chuckled softly, watching Wrath’s expressions become more animated.

-The meals at your residence were decent enough, and we’ve continued eating well since arriving here.

Wrath nodded, his mood visibly lightened.

‘Well, I did receive quite a bit of treatment.’

Adis had always given me the highest treatment, except for that final moment when he grabbed Dorian and beat him down.
Wrath’s mood had improved partly because of the premium meals he had provided.

‘So I can check it now?’
-Huh? What are you checking?
‘The reward.’

I snapped my fingers to summon the reward I hadn’t confirmed earlier.

[You have perfectly fooled the King of Balrog.]
[You have achieved a Great Achievement.]
[All stats increase by 40 points.]
[The trait 【Gambling Operation】 has been converted to 【Ascara’s Gambling】.]
[The rank of the trait 【Ascara’s Gambling】 has increased by two levels.]
[The rank of the trait 【Demonic Energy Adaptation】 has increased.]

All stats increased by 40 points, 【Gambling Operation】 had been converted to 【Ascara’s Gambling】, and its rank had jumped up by two levels immediately.
True to the message of a Great Achievement, the level of rewards was extraordinarily high.

-What, what?! I merely toyed with Ascara a little, so why are you giving me so much?!

Wrath furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend it.

‘It’s obvious.’

I shook my head as I looked at Wrath.

‘Because you acknowledged Ascara as Demon Lord-class. That’s why you’re getting so much.’

Wrath had spoken from his own mouth that Ascara was a dangerous existence who had kicked away the seat of a Demon Lord and emerged.
It was only natural that the rewards came back greatly with his certification.

-When did the True Demon King… Tch!

Wrath clamped his mouth shut, remembering what he had said.

-Ah, no matter what the True Demon King said, this is too much!

His head flushed crimson with rage.
His skin color changing with his emotions—I wasn’t sure whether to call it pure or foolish.

-Damn it!
‘Please, just be quiet for a moment.’

I turned away from Wrath’s tantrum and pulled up the description of 【Ascara’s Fighting Spirit】.

【Ascara’s Fighting Spirit】
A fighting spirit directly imparted by the Balrog King who conquered Turim in the Demon Realm, possessing strong resistance to light and darkness attributes.
It grants tolerance to pain and wounds, allowing one to maintain full power even when sustaining severe injuries.

‘Hm….’

I exhaled softly as I read through the details of 【Ascara’s Fighting Spirit】.

‘It’s not quite on the level of a Demon Lord’s authority, but it’s no joke either.’

【Ascara’s Fighting Spirit】 was fundamentally similar to an aura, but it possessed a special ability—pain tolerance—woven into its very essence.
As I’d experienced firsthand, even transcendents could sustain injuries, so this ability would prove invaluable in future battles.

-Ugh!

Wrath grasped his floating head in frustration.

-That bastard Ascara! When I return to the Demon Realm, I’ll freeze him solid and bury him in a tunnel!

He gnashed his teeth, vowing never to let this slide.

‘So you’re going to fight in my place instead? There really is no one like you, Wrath.’

I patted Wrath’s shoulder and thanked him.

-Huh? Oh, so that’s how it works….

Wrath blinked before throwing a punch into the empty air.

-Damn it! Nothing ever goes right!

He shook his head up and down, saying there was nothing that fool could do.

‘It’s quite entertaining to watch, I must say.’
“Over here, Organization Master.”

As I laughed while watching Wrath thrash about, Dorian approached from the side.

“Could you ask the Demon King to let me see the Demon Lord’s Castle? I’ve been dying to take a look….”

Despite his words about merely wanting to observe, Dorian was drooling with barely contained desire.

‘…Is that so?’
-Why is everyone around you, including yourself, nothing but madmen!

Wrath shrieked that everyone around me was just like me.

-There’s not a single helpful person among you! Why is this place harder than the Celestial Realm!

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In the tunnel where desiccated lava and melted frost still clashed, shadows darker than darkness itself rippled across the hellish battlefield.

The ceiling had collapsed and the walls had been carved away by Ascara’s fighting spirit, and black waves continued through the crevices between rocks as if they had entered from outside.

They weren’t originally here—the dark currents flowed through the gaps between boulders as if they had come from beyond.

Ssshhiiick.

From within the black shadow emerged a blue-haired woman with withered skin. Despite the narrow space where even small animals would struggle to stand, she crawled through the tunnel as naturally as a mollusk.

“….”

The blue-haired woman, who had been scanning the entire tunnel, stopped at the spot where the white-haired man had been crushed and killed by Ascara’s flames. She cupped the black ash—as if burned by blood—and soil in both hands, her gaze cold and piercing.

“A Demon King-level Balrog simply retreated….”

The Blue-haired Woman gazed toward the end of the tunnel where Ascara had vanished, giving a small nod.

“It seems Raon Zigheart harbors an even greater secret.”

She tucked the scorched earth stained with the White-haired Man’s blood into her embrace before disappearing into the cracks of the collapsed space.

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“We have quite a few guests today.”

Iliun, the Chief Steward of the Outer Castle, raised his eyebrows slightly as he observed Borgos and the craftsmen.

“They are master craftsmen from the Grey Hammer Guild. They have come to assist us with our work.”

I refrained from mentioning what had transpired in the Underground Village, simply stating that they had arrived to help with the project.

“I have long heard of the renowned Continental Master Craftsman Borgos. We are honored to have your assistance.”

Iliun welcomed them despite knowing the full circumstances, personally opening the gates of the Outer Castle.

“We are grateful for your hospitality.”

Borgos, pleased by Iliun’s straightforward manner, returned the greeting and entered the Outer Castle.

“The path is quite expansive. It’s no wonder this is the pinnacle of the Five Emperors.”

He gazed at the broad avenue connecting the Outer Castle to the Inner Castle, exhaling softly in admiration.

“However, the geothermal energy rising from the earth is weak. As befits the Northern Region’s terrain.”

Borgos furrowed his brow, displeased by the weak geothermal output.

“The geothermal energy at the location where the Zigheart craftsmen work rivals that of Hwaryangsan Mountain. I believe you will be satisfied once you see it.”

I smiled, promising to introduce him shortly.

“Balkan’s Smithy? Now that’s something to look forward to.”

Borgos nodded, clearly eager at the prospect of meeting Balkan.

“It’s not particularly large. But the geothermal energy should satisfy you.”

As I explained Balkan’s Smithy and the inner chambers of Zigheart, we arrived before the Patriarch’s Hall without realizing it.

“This is the Patriarch’s Hall. Shall we enter?”
“Hmph, I don’t know who built it, but whoever did was no ordinary craftsman.”

Borgos muttered in astonishment at the aura emanating from the building itself as he stepped inside.

Word of our arrival must have spread, for the doors to the Audience Chamber stood wide open, and the remaining executives of the clan filled the spaces before the pillars.

Gooooooo.

Glen, meeting Borgos for the first time, sat upon the Jade Throne with an even more oppressive presence than usual.
Just seeing the deep crimson glow in his eyes sent shivers down my spine.

“Huu.”

I exhaled sharply and stepped into the Audience Chamber.
Standing in the center of the chamber and confirming that Borgos and the other craftsmen had followed inside, I knelt.

“I greet the Head of House.”
“I greet the Head of House!”

Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Dorian followed suit with a greeting so powerful it seemed the Patriarch’s Hall itself might shake.

“…Borgos of the Grey Hammer Guild greets the King of the Northern Region!”

Borgos, overwhelmed by Glen’s presence, bowed first with a rigid expression.

“W-we greet the King of the Northern Region.”

The other dwarves and craftsmen, likewise pressed down by Glen’s overwhelming presence, offered their greetings with difficulty.

“Welcome to Zigheart.”

Glen tilted his head gently, as if questioning when I had revealed such intense aura.

“I regret what transpired at Hwaryangsan Mountain. I should have moved more swiftly.”

He clicked his tongue briefly, expressing his disappointment.

“Please don’t say such things. I’m already grateful that you sent the Gwangpung Corps Master and the Heavenly Sword Master.”

Borgos shook his head, saying that thanks to them, at least those who remained now were alive.

“…I heard you wanted to begin work right away. Are you certain?”

Glen narrowed his eyes slightly, as if questioning whether that was truly wise.

“Sitting idle will only clutter my mind. I wish to work.”

Borgos shook his head, saying he wanted to repay the debt of gratitude he had received.

“Hmm, I’ve heard the general outline, but tell me the precise details.”

Glen lowered his chin, asking Borgos to explain why he and the craftsmen had come all this way.

“Yes. First of all….”

I stepped forward and recounted everything that had transpired.
Of course, I omitted the part where I had acted out Wrath’s performance to send Ascara away.

“Hmm….”

Glen regarded Borgos with a sunken gaze, as if genuinely concerned about his wellbeing.

“The work itself is fine. However, there is something I wish to request.”

Borgos exhaled a short sigh while looking at Glen.

“Would you permit me to remain here for some time?”
“Even after the work is completed?”
“Yes.”

He nodded, expressing his desire to remain at Zigheart.

“Granting permission isn’t the issue, but how can you trust us enough to stay here?”

Glen tilted his chin slightly, his expression clouded with confusion.

“To be honest, I don’t trust Zigheart.”

Borgos turned his gaze slowly toward me.

“What I trust—what we trust—is the Gwangpung Corps and Raon.”

He nodded calmly, making it clear that he trusted me, not Zigheart.

“Ah….”

I shook my head in alarm.

‘This isn’t good.’

Before Glen, who held the family sacred, such words had been spoken—that he trusted me more than Zigheart. I had no idea what kind of response might come. I turned my gaze toward the platform nervously.

But Glen’s reaction was far different from what I had anticipated.

“Hmm….”

Glen wasn’t angry at all. Instead, his lips curled upward as if he were delighted and overjoyed, trembling slightly.
Unable to contain his emotions, he began to cover his mouth with a trembling hand.

‘What?’
-Sigh, here he goes again….

Wrath shook his head in exasperation.

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