The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 89

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Chapter 89

Rayden Zigheart broke into a wide smile the moment he arrived at the Annex Building. Thanks to Sylvia and the maids of the Annex tending to the Garden, the pathways and surroundings were completely caked in dirt.

‘Perfect grounds for a quarrel.’

The butler Merkin had likely already gone ahead and brought up the matter of the unsent letter.

With a direct bloodline member arriving to find everything in such disarray, there were countless ways to provoke a confrontation.

‘Until he shows himself.’

He had come to this narrow, filthy place in person to humiliate Raon Zigheart and force him to his knees. He planned to provoke him until he rose to the challenge.

Sylvia approached him. Though she clearly knew he had come to cause trouble, her gaze remained composed.

Rayden mocked her with contempt—she who would have been his aunt had she remained properly in the family—and continued his provocations.

Yet her response was unmoved. Even as he dropped his formal speech, spat phlegm, and trampled her carefully tended flowers with his soiled boots, she did not take the bait.

Sylvia’s patience proved stronger than he had anticipated, and her expression remained frighteningly composed.

‘Damn it….’

Rayden twisted his lips. No matter who he was, directly laying hands on Sylvia could prove dangerous.

‘This won’t do.’

As he pondered his next move, he noticed the maids working alongside Sylvia to clear the dirt. Their expressions appeared calm, but they could not hide their trembling hands.

‘There it is!’

A plan took shape. Unlike Sylvia, these women lacked the discipline to control their emotions.

Hack, spit!

Rayden smirked and hawked a glob of phlegm directly onto Sylvia’s hands as she worked. The eldest maid’s eyes widened in fury at the sight.

“Isn’t this going too far? Even if you are direct bloodline, openly provoking us like this—the Main Mansion won’t stand idle!”

She fell for the provocation exactly as expected, spilling words she should never have spoken.

Crack!

Rayden shoved aside Sylvia, who tried to stop him, and approached the maid. His hand lashed across her cheek.

The Family Law Enforcement would certainly come calling, just as the maid said. But he was direct bloodline—any punishment would amount to nothing more than a few days of confinement.

“You truly don’t know your place. You’re nothing but dregs of this household.”

He was about to stomp on the trembling maid, who laughed nervously, when—

Whoosh!

A boy emerged from the Annex Building. His features were so harmonious they bordered on perfection.

‘So that’s Raon Zigheart….’

The sight of a face so irritatingly handsome twisted his insides further.

Shing.

Raon drew his sword.

‘A man who can’t even properly control his killing intent defeated the Green Warrior and fought Gwahyeolgwi? That’s laughable.’

Raon stopped directly in front of him. Even seeing the sword drawn, he could only scoff. If the fool had any sense, he’d never swing it.

“You’re not actually going to wield that terrifying thing, are you? I’m direct bloodline.”

Looking into the man’s eyes, he still seemed lucid. Just as he was about to provoke further, Raon’s lips parted.

“So what.”

Before those words even reached his ears, crimson light flashed across his vision.

“Gasp!”

I tried to stumble backward in shock, but it was already too late. His blade came rushing toward my throat.

Clang!

Not knowing what else to do, I squeezed my eyes shut when a violent impact rang out right before me.

Opening my eyes, I saw butler Merkin standing in front of me, blocking the strike.

But Raon didn’t stop. Seizing the moment when Merkin hadn’t fully dissipated the shock of the blade strike, he drove his fist forward.

Thud!

Merkin, struck squarely on the temple, collapsed backward and convulsed.

“You… you madman!”

Rayden gnashed his teeth and drew his blade.

“Do you understand who you just swung a sword at!”
“I do.”

There was no tremor in Raon’s voice. He truly intended to kill me.

“You’re a thief who invaded my territory.”
“What nonsense! I am the true master of this household!”
“This isn’t your home.”

He muttered more insane words and brought his blade down.

“Fine! I was going to play with you, but I’ll tear your throat out instead!”

Rayden thrust his sword forward. He intended to deflect Raon’s blade and drive his own steel into the boy’s neck.

But a strange rotation emanating from Raon’s blade began pushing his own sword back instead.

“What is this!”

He stepped back and twisted his blade, barely managing to deflect Raon’s strike.

Whoooosh!

Raon approached fearlessly, as if he’d expected this, and slashed his blade diagonally.

“Ugh!”

Rayden let out a groan. The hand blocking Raon’s blade trembled violently. Once he began to give ground, reclaiming the offensive became nearly impossible.

“How dare you swing a blade at a direct bloodline! Your head will roll, and so will your mother’s!”
“Then I’ll just take yours first.”

With those words, a blade strike so chillingly cold it seemed to freeze the air itself grazed his shoulder.

Clang!

He barely managed to block the blade plunging toward his neck.

“Grraaagh!”

What kind of monster was this?

Raon’s swordplay crashed down like relentless waves, leaving no openings. The provocation had clearly struck home, yet it was his own hands that grew dizzy.

‘Damn it!’

He wanted to draw aura from his core and counterattack, but Raon granted him no such opportunity. From beginning to end, all he could do was defend.

‘If I just had time. Just a moment!’

If he had even a breath’s space to move his aura, he could kill this fool in an instant. But Raon knew that, and he refused to give him any.

Grit!

Rayden clenched his teeth.

‘I have no choice!’

Even if it meant sustaining internal injuries, he had to break free from this situation. While blocking Raon’s blade, he forcibly drew aura up from his core.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

A searing pain erupted as my mana circuits burned, yet a formidable aura enveloped my entire body.

“It’s over! You mad bastard!”

I swelled the muscles of my lower and upper body, then brought down the aura I’d stacked upon my blade with devastating force—power enough to cleave both Raon and his sword in two.

But Raon vanished before my overwhelming strike could land.

A gasp escaped me.

His movement was like a phantom’s—I couldn’t even track where he’d gone.

“You’re the one who’s finished.”

Raon’s voice came from behind me, and my skin crawled with dread. I spun around frantically, but his fist was already pressed against my abdomen.

A violent explosion of impact.

The force bent Rayden’s spine backward.

“You—”
“It’s not over yet.”

Raon’s blade shot toward my heart.

A desperate cry tore from my throat.

Rayden squeezed his eyes shut and screamed as the blade descended like a beam of light.

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I didn’t drive my blade into Rayden’s heart. I stopped the sword just before it touched his chest.

There were two reasons.
The first was Sylvia’s command to stop, and the second was….

Two swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Squad, directly under the clan head and guarding the Annex Building, stood before Rayden.

“You stayed silent when Helen was being attacked, and now you show yourselves?”

The Heavenly Sword Squad swordsmen did not react to my cold voice.

“Stand down.”

They lowered their stances as if to protect Rayden, forming an even more solid wall.

“Heuheok!”

The moment Rayden realized he was alive, he tumbled backward. Drooling profusely, he pointed his finger at me.

“K-kill him! Kill that insane bastard!”
“….”
“What are you doing! I’m a direct descendant, and this brat dared to attack me!”

The Heavenly Sword Squad swordsmen did not move at Rayden’s command. They simply stood motionless like statues.

“Move aside.”
“Stand down.”
“Huh….”

I drew up my aura and exhaled sharply through the gap. The Heavenly Sword Squad swordsmen were different from Rayden’s butler. They were not opponents I could defeat with a surprise attack.

“Raon. Stop this!”
“Young master….”

Just as I was about to activate the tenth form of the Manwha Technique, Sylvia and Helen approached and grabbed my arms. Seeing the trembling light in their eyes, the fury that had filled my chest and mind melted away like spring snow.

“Y-you bastards! Do you not know who I am?”

Rayden snarled and staggered to his feet.

“The son of the Jinmu Hall master! Kill that bastard! No, I’ll do it myself! Move!”
“Young Master Rayden. Please step back.”

A swordmaster from the Heavenly Sword Squad standing on the right turned and blocked Rayden’s path. They positioned themselves between Raon and Rayden, dividing the two.

“We listen only to the Family Head’s orders. Both of you, please withdraw.”
“Tch, you house-guarding dogs! I’m telling you, I was hit!”

Rayden ground his teeth and raised his sword. Just as he was about to unleash his full aura to attack the Heavenly Sword Squad swordmaster, the butler Merkin, who had been unconscious, rushed up behind him and grabbed his shoulder.

“Y-Young Master. This won’t do!”
“Shut up!”

The way he gnashed his teeth and thrashed about was like a rabid beast.

“Young Master. This is actually….”

When Merkin whispered something into Rayden’s ear, his flailing limbs gradually stilled.

“Let go.”

Rayden shoved Merkin away and locked eyes with me across the Heavenly Sword Squad.

“Raon Zigheart.”

His gaze gleamed with bestial fury.

“I will carve humiliation and pain far worse than death into you! Remember that.”
“The feeling is mutual.”

Crimson lightning crackled across my eyes.

“I will never forget what you’ve done here. Your neck could fly off at any moment, so you’d better break that habit of closing your eyes in fear.”
“Ugh! You wretched bastard! If it hadn’t been for that sneak attack, you’d already be buried in that dirt!”

Rayden lunged forward with madness blazing in his eyes, but Merkin’s restraint held him back, leaving him only thrashing his arms and legs.

“Y-Young Master! We must leave now!”
“I will never forgive this! I’ll destroy this entire Annex Building!”
“Young Master!”

Merkin forcibly dragged Rayden away, and they departed from the Annex Building.

The Heavenly Sword Squad inspectors lowered their defensive stances only after Rayden and Merkin had vanished for some time, then approached me.

“This incident will be reported to the Family Head. I suggest you prepare an explanation.”
“Is that advice? I thought you only cared about the direct line?”
“Raon. Stop it.”

Sylvia’s grip on my right arm tightened. I clicked my tongue and sheathed my sword.

“….”

The Heavenly Sword Squad inspectors bowed their heads silently and disappeared.

“My Lady. Young Master. I’m so, so sorry. I couldn’t hold back. I’ve failed to act my age….”

Helen came before Sylvia and me, dropping to her knees.

“No. You have no idea how much courage I felt when you stepped forward.”

Though exhaustion marked Sylvia’s face, she smiled and helped Helen to her feet.

“Helen, you did nothing wrong.”

I nodded in agreement. There was a man who had caused all this trouble—Helen had no need to apologize for anything.

“Raon.”

Sylvia embraced me from behind.

“You’ve grown so strong. How reassuring it was to have you stand before me like that.”

Her voice trembled with both laughter and tears.

“Don’t worry about this. Mother can handle everything.”
“No, I should—”

I turned to speak, but Sylvia held my shoulder so firmly that I couldn’t open my mouth.

“It’s alright. Just trust me.”

Sylvia spoke those words and began clearing away the soiled ground, the trampled flowers, and the scattered brush. As her serene expression settled into place, color returned to the frightened faces of the maidservants.

‘She’s strong.’

Sylvia must have been the most anxious person here, yet she reassured everyone else instead. Whether it was because she had become a mother or because she was simply strong by nature, her heart was more resolute than anyone else’s in this place.

‘But.’

I knelt down beside Sylvia and helped her clean the soiled areas, my eyes lowered.

‘This is something I need to resolve.’

Both experience and instinct whispered the same truth. The one who could settle this matter wasn’t Sylvia—it was me.

‘And…’

I had no intention of letting that wretched brat who had insulted Sylvia and laid hands on Helen escape unpunished.

A long breath escaped me.

No one saw it, but my eyes burned a brilliant crimson in that moment.

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