The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 909

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Chapter 909

“A cesspool….”

Lencia trembled as she repeated my words about destroying the cesspool.

‘He remembered what I said?’

When I first explained the situation of this place to Kaiden, I had described Montiro as a filthy cesspool and myself as the one who purified it. He still remembered that, and now he declared he would destroy the cesspool for me.

‘My heart aches….’

The gratitude I felt toward Kaiden and his companions, who had returned to save both me and this Montiro, was so overwhelming that my chest throbbed with pain.

I was grateful. I wanted to express my thanks so deeply that I would tear out my own soul if necessary.

But I could not accept his kindness if it meant sacrificing Kaiden’s life.

“Sigh….”

I endured the crushing pain in my chest as I looked at Raon.

“There’s something I haven’t told you.”

I decided to speak the truth I had deliberately withheld, fearing it might cause problems.

“The force that rules this Montiro….”

I clenched my fists and forced my parched lips to move.

“It’s the Black Tower of the Five Emperors Five Demons. One of the ten monsters that dominate this Continent. You cannot possibly win unless you’re of equal rank.”

My eyes, which had grown distant as if I’d abandoned all hope for life, settled into resignation as I nodded.

“It’s fine now. Pretend to enjoy sightseeing, leave this place as quickly as possible, and never return.”

I drew a doll-like smile across my face, insisting that I was fine.

“The Black Tower of the Five Emperors Five Demons.”

I recited the Black Tower’s name in a calm tone.

“I’ve known from the beginning that the Black Tower exists here.”

Now that I had grasped the entire flow of mana in this place, I smiled thinly while setting up a barrier so no one could detect me.

“Pardon?”

Lencia’s eyes widened as if asking what I meant.

“How could you possibly….”
“Only Oma could commit something this vile.”

I picked up a piece of black trash from the pristine sand and nodded.

“What exactly are you….”

Lencia stared at me with vacant eyes, unable to comprehend.

“There’s something I haven’t told you either.”

I told her to sit again and pointed to the spot beside me.

“Um….”

Lencia slowly sat down beside me, holding her trembling waist.

“My name is Raon Zigheart. I am the Master of the Gale Wind Hall of Zigheart.”

I smiled faintly, gazing into Lencia’s trembling eyes.

“We are stronger than the Black Tower.”

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I led the bewildered Lencia into the dormitory I had reserved in advance.

“The Master of Gale Wind Hall….”

Lencia repeated the name in disbelief, murmuring it over and over to herself.

“Have you heard of him?”

Raon pointed to a chair as he asked Lencia.

“O-of course I have….”

Lencia nodded while gripping her trembling wrists.

“My siblings know of him too.”

The greatest genius of the age—one who had slain two Divine Dragons, defeated the Demon Race, and recently cut down the Sageomma of the Divine Continent Five Regions. An absolute swordmaster who had transcended in his twenties. There was no one who did not know of him.

“So you’re that Lencia.”

Martha approached Lencia and gently stroked her head.

“You endured well. It must have been so difficult….”

She bit her lip firmly, as if recalling her own past through Lencia.

“Yes. She’s kind….”

Lunan cautiously approached Lencia’s side.

“And strong….”

She too seemed to remember her childhood when her soul had been captive to Sylvia, and she gently embraced Lencia.

“Our Master recognized me, but what about me?”

Dorian grinned and nodded.

“Kevin? Did you gain that much weight in the meantime?”

Lencia blinked as she observed Dorian, who had grown noticeably plumper in just a month.

“This one’s always been elastic, so don’t worry about it.”

Burren shook his head and knelt on one knee before Lencia.

“I’m in awe. Even in a hopeless situation, you think of others first and look after your siblings. You’re far greater than any of us.”

He bowed his head, genuinely moved by Lencia’s character.

“I share that sentiment.”

Mark Goeten’s lips curved into a gentle smile.

“I would have given up long ago. You have the talent to become a true warrior.”
“Who are these people…?”
“My colleagues.”

I spoke of them as colleagues rather than subordinates, offering a faint smile.

“Of course, this isn’t all of them. There are far more outside.”

I nodded, indicating that we were preparing very slowly to erase the Black Tower.

“Truly…?”

Transparent tears glistened at the corners of Lencia’s dry eyes. Fine tears streamed down from the eyes that had never wept even when she departed.

“Can we really erase the Black Tower? Can we all live freely?”

Lencia clasped her hands together, expressing that this was all she desired.

“Yes. I can promise you that.”

I nodded, telling her not to worry.

“But there’s something you need to do.”
“Something I need to do?”

Lencia’s eyes, glistening with tears, widened as she asked what it was.

“The black heart implanted in you serves as a dimensional gate that sends the demonic energy and deceptive force blooming from Montiro to the Black Tower. We sought to trace the flow of the black heart in reverse and open a passage that could reach the Black Tower.”

I explained the situation thus far to her, exhaling a shallow breath.

“Thanks to the efforts of many people, the spell has been completed, but one problem has emerged.”
“A problem, you say….”
“We need the core of the barrier that touches the Black Tower. Only with it can we locate the coordinates where the Black Tower exists and open the dimension.”

Chamber and the Valcar mages had created a spell capable of opening the dimension where the Black Tower lay hidden after endless days and nights of research.

However, to activate that spell, they needed a substance currently in contact with the Black Tower. At present, the only thing capable of doing so was the black heart within Lencia’s body.

“…So that core is the black heart in my body.”

Lencia grasped my meaning immediately and nodded.

“Can you do this for us?”
“I….”

She forced strength into her trembling hands and lifted her gaze.

“What must I do?”
“One hour.”

I held up a single finger.

“All you need to do is remain at the center of the barrier while the spell activates for one hour. However….”

I exhaled a long breath and turned my gaze away.

“The black heart will have to remain exposed the entire time, so it will be extremely painful. The flow of mana forming the spell circle will likely make it even worse.”

It was something that would harm Lencia, but at present, this was the only way to draw out the Black Tower.

“….”

Lencia did not answer immediately, instead lowering her head.

‘Can I do this?’

Extracting the black heart from my chest was far more agonizing than I had imagined. The thought of enduring even greater pain for an entire hour sent cold sweat cascading down my back.

‘But….’

This had to be my last chance.

I had been shackled by the Black Tower since birth, living my entire existence in its chains. Having already endured so much suffering and despair, I wouldn’t have minded dying as I was—but I desperately wanted my younger siblings, still so young, to experience true happiness, not merely the appearance of it.

‘That’s right. I endured that surgery too.’

When Felix had the black heart reimplanted, he had split open his own chest without anesthesia. Remembering that agony, I could certainly withstand an hour of this.

“I can do this.”

Lencia steeled her resolve and slowly lifted her head.

“I endured having my chest torn open by a blade wreathed in demonic energy. An hour is nothing I can’t bear.”

She clenched her small fists, declaring her determination to push through no matter what.

“I should be praising her resolve, but the more I hear from that child, the angrier I become.”

Martha bit her lip until blood trickled down.

“Yeah, I’m burning up….”

Lunan Slion held ice fragments against his forehead, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Same here. But listen for now.”

Burren Zigheart raised a finger to his lips, signaling silence.

“The barrier currently surrounding Montiro is composed of Oma Castle formations.”

I spread out a map of Montiro and traced the lines of the barrier concealing the Black Tower.

“We’ll draw the inverse formation—a reverse Oma pattern—to open a dimensional gate leading directly to the Black Tower.”
“Huh…?”
Lencia blinked in surprise.

“Wait a moment. If that spell activates, won’t the Black Tower’s mages come out and interfere? How are we supposed to hold out for an hour?”
“As I said, since we’re drawing a Five-Point Formation over another Five-Point Formation, the Black Tower won’t be able to open a dimensional gate, and information from here won’t reach them either. We’re creating a completely isolated space.”

Chamber’s greatest concern was the spell’s secrecy. The Black Tower would only learn of the spell’s activation after the dimension opened.

“However, unlike the Black Tower, the mages here in Montiro will be able to sense the activation of the spell formation.”
“Then we’ll need to defend all the vertices that make up the Five-Point Formation’s magic circle.”
“Exactly.”

Raon nodded, affirming that my assessment was correct.

-That kid’s showing her true colors now. She’s no ordinary one.

Wrath licked his lips, as if she might be worth teaching.

‘That’s true. Though it doesn’t seem to be martial arts.’

From what I could see, Lencia seemed better suited to magic than martial arts.

“Not just the people here, but Zigheart swordsmen scattered throughout Montiro will protect the five edges of the magic circle and you.”

Raon spoke without concern, drawing a gentle smile.

“I’ll do it. No, I’ll see it through.”

Lencia kindled a small spark of courage—not for herself, but for her brother and the people of Montiro.

“Just please make sure to destroy the Black Tower.”
“No.”

Raon shook his head as he took Lencia’s hand.

“We’ll destroy it together.”

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“Today is the day.”

I clasped my hands together as I regarded the people who would bear the weight of today’s operation.

“Today, the Black Tower will be erased from this world.”

Over the past week, I had traversed Montiro and planted the barrier artifacts that Chamber had crafted across the lands that formed the Five Emperors configuration.

Confirmation had arrived that everything was properly installed at Headquarters, and with everyone’s attention fixed on the Arena—which opened once a week—today presented the perfect opportunity to execute the operation.

“Sigh….”

Dorian lowered his head, his legs trembling.

“Are you that frightened?”

Crain clicked his tongue in disdain.

“No, today I’m more angry than scared….”

Dorian bit his lip, and I realized this trembling was different from his usual fear—it was the fury of wanting to destroy the Black Tower. For a coward like him to speak such words, he must have been truly frustrated all this time.

“I actually like this side of you.”

Martha draped an arm around Dorian’s shoulder and chuckled.

“That’s the spirit. Annihilate every Demon you see.”

She raised her chin, emphasizing that we must not spare a single one.

“Right. Freeze them all….”

Lunan nodded, his aura wrapped in a frost so cold it reminded me of Wrath.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but remember—this is a defensive battle. Stay composed.”

I lowered my hands, gathering the swordsmen’s attention.

“One final briefing: while the magic is active, Lencia and I cannot move. The same applies to Chamber, who will be operating the magic from a distance, and Junmujeonju must remain at Headquarters to protect her.”

I placed my hand on Lencia’s shoulder and lifted her chin.

“In other words, during the one hour the magic circle is activated—or rather, during the thirty minutes before the demons notice and rush in—you’ll have to hold the line with only the strength of Gale Wind Hall and the Central Intelligence Agency. Can you manage that?”

I regarded the swordmasters of Gale Wind Hall with a provocative gaze.

“If you give the order, we can hold as long as necessary.”

Burren bowed, insisting he could endure indefinitely.

“We’re not just defending—we’re going to crush them!”

Martha snorted and rubbed the back of her neck.

“Yeah. I’ll make it work….”

Lunan blinked his fierce eyes as if to say there was nothing to worry about.

“I endured twenty years—thirty minutes is but a moment.”

Mark Goeten smiled as he adjusted the sword at his waist.

“So I just need to protect you?”

Trevin, commander of the Iron Formation, licked his lips.

“No. Commander, please head to the southern sea. It’s the farthest point from the center, so it will be the most dangerous.”
“It’s both gratifying and regrettable that you’re sending me away while calling it dangerous.”

He chuckled, remarking that my faith in them was quite strong.

“The left flank will be held by Burren, the right by Sir Mark Goeten, the upper left by Dorian and Crain, and the upper right by Morel Kazan of Valcar.”

I nodded as I designated each position.

“The swordmasters of Gale Wind Hall and the Central Intelligence Agency who finish their infiltration will provide support, and there are others as well, so don’t worry about your rear—just hold the line.”

Over the past week, all the swordmasters of Gale Wind Hall and the Central Intelligence Agency had arrived in Montiro. When battle commenced, they would reveal their true forms and draw their blades.

‘There are certainly a few regrets, though.’

The organization I’d requested support from hadn’t arrived yet, but unfortunately, I couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

“What? What about me?”
“Me too….”

Martha and Lunan Slion frowned, displeased at not being called.

“You two need to protect us.”

I laughed while placing my hand on Lencia’s shoulder.

“Just the two of us?”
“You two seem to mesh best with Lencia.”

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I sat before the fountain standing in the center of Montiro, bathed in brilliant sunlight.

“Sigh….”

Lencia exhaled softly and stood beside me.

“Are you ready?”

I tilted my chin slightly as I looked at Lencia.

“I’ve said goodbye to my siblings. No matter what happens now, I don’t think I’ll have any regrets.”
“So your siblings were the driving force behind your strength.”
“Yes.”

Lencia nodded calmly.

“I wanted to repay the other children with what I received from my sister. So I hope those children won’t have to live in pain like I did.”

She smiled faintly, saying that her involvement in this matter wasn’t because of herself, but because of her younger siblings and others.

“Yes. That’s exactly how it will be. Of course, you too.”

I drew a faint smile and gently stroked Lencia’s hair.

-She’s matured far beyond what even praise could capture.
‘That’s right. At an age when she should be throwing tantrums, she’s already become an adult.’
-Sigh…

Wrath exhaled a long sigh, lamenting how Lencia had already grown too wise for her years.

‘It’s fine.’

I shook my head with a faint smile.

‘Once I erase the Black Tower, I’ll make her throw tantrums again.’

I placed the transparent gemstone necklace I’d been holding around Lencia’s neck.

“Let’s begin.”
“Yes!”

Lencia answered with the brightest voice she’d used all this time. Even I felt strength surging through me.

“Thank you.”

I embraced Lencia once, then infused mana into her necklace.

Whoooooosh!

Small flames rose above the transparent gemstone, spreading across the floor. The moment those flames filled the jewel completely, a dimensional gateway to the Black Tower would open in this place.

“One hour.”

I grasped Lencia’s trembling hand and offered a gentle smile.

“Let’s endure this together.”

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