The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 888

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Chapter 888

“A sword? You made a sword?”

Sia’s eyes widened as she looked at me.

“Now that I think about it, I don’t see your sword anywhere.”

She waved her hand in front of my face, asking where I’d put the Heavenly Sword.

“They said they’d make me a better one, so I left it with them.”

I pointed at the letter, explaining that I’d given the sword to the master craftsmen.

“Wait, but why does the letter say a demon appeared instead of mentioning the sword?”

Sia tilted her head in confusion, unable to make sense of Borgos’s letter.

“I’m not entirely sure myself….”

I let out an awkward laugh and folded the letter. I couldn’t tell Sia that the master craftsmen were competing with each other to forge my sword.

-These old fools may have aged, but they’re more childish than youngsters.

Wrath shook his head in exasperation.

“I want a shiny sword too!”

Sia held up a wooden sword above her head as if making a declaration.

“Hmm….”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at her.

‘That wouldn’t be a bad idea.’

Since she’d already learned how to control her strength, I thought it would be fine to let her wield a real blade without a sharp edge.

‘I want to give swords to Mother and Father, and Aunt as well.’

While crafting Sia’s sword, I wanted to make blades for Sylvia and Edgar, and even for Aris, who had climbed Bekmang Mountain.

“Sounds good.”

I nodded and led Sia toward the Garden table where Sylvia and Edgar were seated.

“Would you both consider having swords made for you as well?”
“Swords? The ones made from dragon bone?”
“Surely you’re not planning to make ours too?”

Sylvia and Edgar blinked in surprise, as if they hadn’t even considered such a thing.

“Yes. Since I’m commissioning a sword for my sister, I’d like to make blades for you both as well.”

I nodded at Sylvia and Edgar, asking what they thought.

“Well, the swords we use now aren’t bad, but if my son is making them for us, we should accept!”

Sylvia laughed, saying she would naturally use a sword her son had obtained for her.

“Then, could a sword be made from the dragon’s horns for me?”

Edgar tapped the table excitedly with his fist.

“The horns?”
“Yes. Swords made from dragon bone are sturdy, those made from teeth are sharp, and those made from horns absorb aura more effectively.”

He nodded, explaining that different parts of a dragon possessed different characteristics.

“There are such differences?”

Sylvia stared at Edgar with a blank expression, clearly unaware of this.

“Of course! Depending on what materials are used and in what quantities, even swords made by the same craftsman can be worlds apart!”

Edgar nodded solemnly, speaking of how profound the world of craftsmanship truly was.

“I didn’t know either.”

I exhaled softly. Since I’d trusted Balkan, Kuberard, and Borgos to handle the materials, I had no idea each dragon part possessed such distinct properties.

-The True Demon King didn’t know either. I only know which parts have tender meat, which have firm belly fat, and which melt on the tongue….

Wrath smacked his lips, admitting he knew only which parts of dragon meat tasted best instead of bones, teeth, and horns. Truly a remarkable Demon Lord he was.

“Is that so? Then I should explain! It’s not just bones and horns—dragon scales have different uses too! Scales around the neck are both hard and flexible, making them perfect for armor, while scales around the body are simply hard, ideal for shields and equipment. And depending on the dragon species, their elemental properties differ as well….”

Edgar seized the opportunity to speak, pouring out answers like a downpour without being asked.

“Red naturally has fire resistance and affinity. Blue has water affinity, Gold has….”
“Ah, Father! Since there are three dragons, it should be possible to make an entire sword from horns!”

I cut off Edgar’s endless chatter by shouting that I’d make him a sword from horns.

“Really?”

Edgar stopped his explanation and let out an exclamation as if he’d downed an entire mug of beer in one gulp.

“In my lifetime, I’ll wield a sword made from dragon horns! Having a good son really is the best!”

He raised his thumb, saying that his son’s success mattered more than his own.

“Then I’d like a sword made from teeth. So I can cut down anyone who dares threaten this place.”

Sylvia nodded with a faint smile, her words belying her gentle expression.

“Of course.”

I could feel Sylvia’s unwavering resolve to protect the Annex Building. It seemed she still carried the memory of the White Blood Sect’s invasion in her heart.

“I’d like a sleek sword with dragon horns as the primary material. To execute my swordplay precisely where needed, I require flexibility too. Of course, I don’t want it floppy like a whip sword—it needs to be light yet sturdy. The length should be slightly shorter than a longsword….”

Edgar was talkative even when making requests. It seemed he was unleashing all the chatter he’d held back because of Sylvia in one go.

“As for me!”

Sia nodded, insisting that I use all of the materials.

“Those scales? The bones? Use everything!”

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she requested that I combine all the materials into a single creation.

“Understood.”

After consolidating the requests from all three, I was about to depart for Mirtan Village when Sia grabbed my sleeve.

“I want to come too!”

Sia laughed cheerfully, expressing her desire to join me.

“It won’t be entertaining.”

I shook my head at her.

“You’ll just see hammering. It’ll be boring.”
“I want to go! I’m going!”

This time, Sia gripped my arm firmly, refusing to let go. Her strength was so formidable that even the sturdy training garment tore at the seams.

“Why not take her along?”
“Yes. Nothing dangerous will happen there anyway.”

Edgar and Sylvia laughed, suggesting it was a fine opportunity.

“Hmm….”

I exhaled softly as I noticed the moisture gathering at the corners of Sia’s eyes.

‘I suppose I have no choice.’

Unlike with Sylvia and Edgar, this was my first time crafting a sword, so speaking directly with the blacksmith in person might not be a bad idea.

“Fine. Let’s go together.”

I sighed in resignation and nodded.

“Wow!”

Sia wiped away the corners of her eyes as if tears had just glistened there, then giggled.

“Mom’s advice worked!”

She nestled into Sylvia’s arms, claiming the tears had been swallowed.

“I told you. Your brother may seem cold, but he’s tender-hearted.”

Sylvia patted Sia’s head approvingly.

“Ah….”

I exhaled sharply as I watched Sia boasting to Edgar and Sylvia.

‘That was an act?’
-Already resorting to performance, is she?

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, equally exasperated.

-Your sister is truly something! Here stands yet another deity of deception!
‘….’

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Clang! Clang!

Sia turned her head left and right with fascination at the hammer sounds ringing throughout Mirtan Village.

“A hammer! There’s another hammer over there!”

She giggled while pointing at a hammer larger than a man’s forearm. Everything new seemed to captivate her.

“Aren’t you hot, sister?”

I lowered my gaze to look at Sia, who was fidgeting beside me.

“It’s fine!”

Sia shook her head, saying it was perfectly comfortable.

‘Perhaps it’s because her physical abilities remain at the Grand Master level.’

Though she’d lost all memories of swordsmanship and martial arts, her physical body itself remained unchanged—it seemed she felt neither the heat nor the cold.

“But why is the craftsman striking the flames with a hammer?”

Sia pointed at the artisan tapping the heated metal with a hammer.

“That’s not fire—it’s metal heated by fire. When you apply heat to metal, you can change its form.”

As I explained the method of sword-making while climbing toward Mirtan Village, a familiar face appeared along the way.

“Chief Steward?”

It was Dogyae. He was leisurely touring Mirtan Village with a bottle of wine hooked on his finger.

“What brings you here?”
“I came to have a sword made as well.”

Dogyae waved his hand, suggesting that since he was also part of the Annex Building, there should be no problem placing an order first.

“Of course.”

I laughed, saying it was only natural.

“Ah, and I have a gift for you.”

I opened my spatial pouch and took out the silk I’d purchased for Dogyae.

“Ahem! This really isn’t necessary!”

Despite his protests, Dogyae immediately reached out and took the bottle of wine.

“You came after hearing that your sword was completed….”
“Grandfather!”

Just as Dun was about to ask something regarding the sword, Sia stepped forward and took his hand.

“Why haven’t you been coming home lately?”

Sia’s eyes narrowed with disappointment that Dun, who used to visit occasionally, hadn’t been around.

“S-Sia. W-Well, these days I’ve been looking after the children….”

Dun stammered, flustered by Sia’s clear, innocent gaze.

“First Grandfather doesn’t come, Second Grandfather doesn’t come, and Sword Grandfather doesn’t come either—I’m so bored!”

Sia pouted her lips as she complained that Glen, Lectar, and Dun were all nowhere to be seen.

“W-Well! Then I should visit too!”

Dun nodded with his jaw trembling. A broad smile spread across his face as he found Sia adorable.

‘They’ve grown quite close.’

Since Dun was a man of strong sense of duty, he would visit the Annex Building from time to time to fulfill his role as Chief Steward, and it seemed they had grown close during those visits.

“Please come by tomorrow. I’ll have everything prepared.”
“Raon!”

As I told Dun to visit tomorrow, someone called my name.

“I told you to hurry! Why are you slacking off over there!”

It was Balkan. He stomped his foot loudly in front of his Smithy, urging me to come quickly.

“My ears are ringing—keep it down.”

Kuberard waved his hand, saying to leave me alone since I would come on my own.

“Right. The outcome’s already decided. Just wait patiently.”

Borgos nodded with ease, as though he had already won.

“Chief Steward, could you look after my sister for a moment?”

I entrusted Sia to Dun and headed up to Balkan’s Smithy.

“My apologies for the delay.”

I bowed to Balkan, Kuberard, and Borgos.
All three bore the marks of a sleepless night spent honing their blades—their clothes and hair were disheveled, and dark circles shadowed their eyes.

“Ah, you brought that girl along.”

Balkan recognized Sia and nodded heavily.

“The girl who makes Dun so flustered….”
“Who?”

Kuberard and Borgos, unfamiliar with Sia, tilted their heads in confusion.

“She’s our sister.”
“Your sister? You had a sister?”

Kuberard’s eyes widened as if hearing this for the first time.

“Yes. She appeared quite suddenly.”
“Ha, humans are peculiar creatures. A sister appearing out of nowhere—not even a younger sibling, but an older one? How does that happen?”

Borgos shook his head, clearly bewildered.

“To put it simply….”

Since I would need to explain anyway to commission a sword for Sia, I gave them a brief account of the circumstances.

“So that’s what happened….”

Kuberard swallowed hard, his expression tinged with sympathy.

“Those filthy Eden bastards! I’m telling you, there’s not a single normal one among those mask-wearing freaks!”

Borgos’s eyes grew cold as he ground his teeth audibly, revealing his deep resentment toward Oma.

“Let’s set aside the heavy talk and get to the main point.”

Balkan waved his hand as if to clear the darkened atmosphere.

“Right. Today is about presenting a new sword, after all.”

Kuberard nodded with a faint smile playing at his lips.

“I hope you’ll use the blade I crafted to cut down all those ghostly bastards!”

Balkan said it was a request and pulled the cloth draped over the table.

Whoosh!

Beneath the white cloth, three newly refined swords came into view.

“Hmm….”

Perhaps because they were still in their sheaths, I couldn’t sense any particular change in the blades. They felt the same as when I’d held them before.

“You won’t know just by looking. Examine them directly.”

Balkan stepped back and gestured for me to draw the sword.

“It only means something if you see it and judge for yourself.”

Kuberard nodded with a composed expression.

“A demon is born….”

Borgos’s darkened eyes gleamed like those of a man who’d tasted something exquisite as he licked his lips.

“Understood.”

I exhaled sharply and grasped the Heavenly Sword that Balkan had forged. The grip hadn’t been altered, yet it felt far more secure in my hand than before.

Zing!

I drew the Heavenly Sword, and with a clearer ring than before, the pristine blade revealed itself. While its form hadn’t changed dramatically, I could feel the will that the sword itself possessed.

‘An unwavering resolve that bends to no one.’

The conviction I had carried from the moment I first grasped the blade until I reached transcendence now rested quietly within the Heavenly Sword.

I felt absolute certainty that no matter the opponent or what swordsmanship clashed against it, this blade would never break.

“Magnificent. I can sense the power of this sword without even swinging it.”

I brought the Heavenly Sword down lightly, my eyes burning crimson as they trembled with emotion.

“Krhm!”

Balkan’s face broke into a broad smile, clearly pleased with my reaction.

“Then next…”

I sheathed the Heavenly Sword and grasped the Soul Reaper Sword.

Whoooosh!

The moment my fingers touched the hilt of the Soul Reaper Sword, a chilling coldness flooded through my fingertips. It felt as though I’d been exposed to necromancy, yet there was no malice in it.

Ching!

As I drew the Soul Reaper Sword, the blade—now a deeper crimson as if drenched in blood—revealed itself.

The resentful energy blooming across the scarlet blade had grown more intense, yet strangely, the foul stench of the vengeful spirits had diminished considerably. Instead, I felt a noble aura reminiscent of an exceptional swordmaster.
A noble energy was felt, like the aura of an exceptional swordmaster.

“The Soul Reaper Sword’s power and will have grown stronger, but its resentment has diminished. Or rather, it seems it has converted that malice into power.”

Raon touched the sword spirit of the Soul Reaper Sword and swallowed dryly.

“After hearing that your master soothed the vengeful spirits of the Soul Reaper Sword, I decided to trust in the sword’s spirits. Just as you help the vengeful spirits, they will help you too.”

Kuberard nodded, saying that if they trusted each other, they could create great power together.

“Thank you.”

I bowed to Kuberard and grasped the final sword—the Neck Wheel Sword.

“Hmm….”

The moment my hand closed around the blade, a crimson aura flickered before my eyes. A chill ran down my spine as if I were facing a swordsman brimming with murderous intent.

Chiiiiing!

As I drew the Neck Wheel Sword, the blade revealed itself—a pristine azure light as clear and serene as Rimer’s wind.

Yet within that crystalline beauty lay a dense and profound killing intent. I felt an overwhelming aura of power that could cleave not merely flesh, but the very fabric of this world itself.

“Mm.”

I brought my finger to the tip of the Neck Wheel Sword’s blade.

Ssshhk!

Blood trickled down as the blade cut through my skin without any aura infusion—a feat remarkable even for a body hardened by transcendence.

“That’s unsettling.”

I had expected merely a light graze, yet it left a genuine wound. The killing intent was absurdly potent.

“I knew you’d react that way!”

Borgos clapped his hands repeatedly, as if he had predicted my response.

“Use that blade to cut down every last one of those Oma wretches!”

He bowed deeply, his request weighty with gravity.

“I will do my utmost.”

I clenched my fist, vowing to become a swordsman worthy of the Neck Wheel Sword.

“Hmm, so whose blade is the finest?”

Kuberard tilted his head slightly as he asked. He seemed uninterested in the competition, but this was clearly what he’d been most curious about.

“What are you asking? It’s obvious!”
“That’s right. Me.”

Borgos pointed confidently at himself, and Balkan naturally selected his own work as well.

“Each one is such an exceptional blade that I’d hesitate to use it. I simply cannot rank them.”

I examined the Heavenly Sword, the Soul Reaper Sword, and the Mok Ryun Sword in turn, shaking my head.

The Heavenly Sword carried an unwavering resolve never to break. The Soul Reaper Sword possessed the power to transform resentment into salvation. The Mok Ryun Sword held the absolute conviction to slay any opponent, no matter who they were.

The craftsmanship of all three blades was equally sublime, but since each contained a different will and purpose, I could not declare a victor.

“This competition ends in a draw.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, truly unable to decide.

“A draw? There’s no such thing!”

Borgos shook his head vigorously.

“A decision must be made…”

Kuberard also smacked his lips, clearly unsatisfied with the lack of resolution.

“In the world of craftsmen, there is no such thing as a tie.”

Balkan frowned, equally displeased.

“Look again, properly!”
“Raon!”

As he told me to look again, Dogyae climbed the hill carrying Sia in his arms. Though Sia was tall for a woman, Dogyae’s massive frame made it seem perfectly natural.
Sia was quite tall for a woman, but since Dogyae’s build was so massive, it didn’t look particularly odd.

“Are these the grandfathers who will forge my sword?”
“Are you the grandfathers who will make my sword?”

Sia smiled as she looked at Borgos, Balkan, and Kuberard.

“Hello!”

She descended from Dun’s arms and bowed her head respectfully to the three craftsmen.

“A sword?”

Balkan tilted his head as if confused by her words.

“My sister has been learning swordplay recently, so I wanted to ask you to craft a real sword without a sharpened blade.”
“Ah, I see.”

Balkan examined Sia’s hands and legs, narrowing his eyes.

“Despite appearances, I sense tremendous sword force from her.”
“She’s a bundle of talent, you could say.”

Kuberard and Borgos swallowed dryly, evidently sensing Sia’s talent as well.

[As I mentioned, her original realm was Grand Master’s highest tier.]

Raon sent an aura message that only the craftsmen could hear.

[Though she has lost her memories and strength, if my sister properly grasps the sword….]

I nodded while watching Sia examine the Heavenly Sword with a smile.

[She will certainly be able to reach transcendence.]

Given Sia’s talent, reaching transcendence was inevitable, so I spoke with absolute conviction.

“Whoa!”
“To that extent?”

Borgos and Kuberard widened their eyes in astonishment.

“Young lady.”

Balkan approached Sia and met her eyes.

“Why don’t you try swinging a sword?”

He handed Sia an ordinary blade and told her to give it a swing.

“Huh? How much strength?”

Sia tilted her head and turned to look at me.

“This time, don’t hold back. Swing it with everything you have—toward that mountain.”

I pointed to the distant mountain and told her to strike with her full power.

“Got it!”

Sia nodded and brought the blade down in a decisive arc.
I thought it would be a simple horizontal slash, but flowing through her sword path was the essence of the Radiant Sword technique—one I’d only recently taught her.

KWAAAAAAAA!

The sword strike extended outward like the fangs of a beast, shattering one entire face of the mountain.

“I hit it!”

Sia bounced up and down with delight at having struck the rock.

“Wha…?”
“W-what is this…?”
“Huh?!”

Kuberard, Borgos, and even Balkan stared wide-eyed in shock.

“As I mentioned, who among you will forge the first sword for my sister as she ascends to transcendence?”

I gestured to the three of them with my fingers, moving like a seasoned auctioneer.

“Me! I’ll make it!”
“No way. A young lady’s sword must be crafted by someone as meticulous as I am!”
“This is the moment to settle this once and for all!”

The three master craftsmen erupted into another quarrel, each insisting they would forge Sia’s sword.

“That’s wonderful!”

Sia laughed brightly, delighted by the abundance of enthusiasm.

-How childish these old fools are.

Wrath shook his head in exasperation at their antics.

-They seem to be aging backwards.
‘…You’re one to talk?’

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After escorting Sia to the Annex Building, I made my way to the 5th Training Ground.

The floor of the Training Ground was immaculate, suggesting the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen had already finished their practice and departed.

-Yaaawn…

Wrath let out a long yawn and shook his head.

-If you’ve eaten your fill, you should be sleeping. Why did you drag me out here again?

He rubbed his eyes and gestured for me to go to bed.

‘Now that I have the swords, I need to verify how much they’ve improved.’

The characteristics of the Heavenly Sword, Soul Reaper Sword, and Mok Ryun Sword had improved so dramatically that I needed to wield them directly to adapt to the changes.

-That’s true, but you could do it during the day too!

Wrath shook his head, questioning why I always had to cause a commotion at night.

‘The quiet is nice.’

I smiled and drew the Heavenly Sword. Simply holding the blade made my body and spirit feel fortified. It seemed as though nothing could overcome me.

Whoosh.

As always, I began with the fundamentals. I projected the flow and subtleties of the basic sword techniques I had taught Sia onto myself, then brought the Heavenly Sword down in a sweeping arc.

Whoooosh!

The blade of the Heavenly Sword, imbued with my conviction, cut through the frigid dawn air.
Unwavering, unbreakable—Balkan had forged the sword exactly as I envisioned it.

-It’s as if the very word ‘steadfastness’ has been honed into steel. It’s become even more solid than before.

Wrath nodded, acknowledging it as a magnificent blade capable of embodying the swordsman’s will perfectly.

Shing.

I sheathed the Heavenly Sword and grasped the Necklace Sword. Its deep murderous intent bloomed forth, and the azure blade scattered a killing intent that erased the darkness.

Screeeech!

With fluid footwork, I advanced to the center of the Training Ground and unleashed the Light Devouring Sword technique.

The spine-chilling sharpness contained within the Necklace Sword became the fangs of a rabid beast, extending in all directions.

Booooom!

Without my intention, a spider-web-like killing intent bloomed from the sword’s trajectory, tearing through the atmosphere.

‘This is dangerous.’

The murderous aura spreading not just toward enemies, but toward allies as well. If I couldn’t control it perfectly, my blade might pierce my comrades’ backs.

-So that’s why the dwarf said he’d created a demon.

Wrath exhaled sharply, muttering that I’d forged a troublesome sword.

‘Then finally….’

As I reached behind my waist to draw the Soul Reaper Sword, the Training Ground’s door opened and Glen Zigheart stepped inside.

“Testing a sword alone—is that how it’s done?”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand with an impassive expression.

“H-Head of House?”

I hadn’t expected him to come all the way here, so I quickly approached and bowed my head.

“Since you’ve received a new sword, why not fulfill that promise we postponed?”
“A promise, you say….”
“A duel.”

He grasped the Heavenly Sword with a faint smile playing at his lips.

“Let me see how far you’ve come.”

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