The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 935

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Chapter 935

“Lencia?”

I widened my eyes as I watched the girl emerge from behind the shattered Fountain Square. Her delicate features were tempered by a gaze that radiated unwavering resolve. Lencia—whom I had believed dead mere moments ago—was walking toward me.
Her slender frame and piercing eyes conveyed both fragility and indomitable spirit.

‘An illusion? No, this is real.’

Upon seeing the real Lencia, the moment felt dreamlike, and all strength drained from my body. I feared I might collapse and lose consciousness right there.

“Lencia!”
“You were alive! Little one!”
“Ah….”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan also seemed shocked by Lencia’s survival, lowering their weapons and drawing deep breaths.

-Huh? Huh huh?

Even Wrath’s jaw dropped, apparently unaware that Lencia had survived.

-How… how is that little one still alive?

He stumbled backward as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Master Raon!”

Lencia rushed toward me with an unsteady gait and embraced me. Her pallid complexion and inability to maintain her balance suggested she hadn’t fully recovered.

“I’m so relieved you returned safely! Truly….”

Even as she struggled with her own condition, she remained selfless, thinking of others first.

“How did you….”
“I was fortunate.”

Roen stepped beside Lencia and exhaled a sigh of relief.

“All the priests and healers remaining in Montiro refused to treat her, saying they couldn’t save Lencia. Just as we were about to move elsewhere, fortunately divine grace touched us.”

He raised his hand, pointing toward Saint Olga walking toward the fountain square.

“Saint Olga redirected her holy power despite her busy schedule to heal Lencia. Without her, things would have been far more difficult.”

Roen bowed his head, saying that Lencia had survived thanks to Saint Olga.

“S-Saint! Thank you so much!”

Since Lencia had been unconscious, this seemed to be her first time seeing Olga, and she immediately bowed.

“For me, it was fifty-fifty. It seems you weren’t fated to die.”

Olga smiled faintly and stroked Lencia’s hair. She too seemed exhausted, her fingers marked with black lines trembling slightly.

“…What happened to Chamber?”

I approached Olga, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in my chest.

“I managed to save her.”

Olga nodded matter-of-factly. She pulled out tobacco from her pocket but, seeing Lencia, lowered her hand again.

“Managed to save her means…”

I heard Olga’s words and moistened my dry lips.

“You saw it yourself. Her entire body has wounds exposing bone, and the psychological trauma is far greater than that.”

Olga shook her head, saying these weren’t symptoms that could be easily healed even with holy power.

“We won’t know what state Chamber will be in until she wakes up.”

She closed her eyes, saying she couldn’t be certain of either outcome right now.

“Then… could she possibly lose the ability to use magic?”

We had toppled the Black Tower and could now shift the balance of the Five Emperors Five Demons, but if Chamber withdrew, it would all be for nothing. Demon King Ogram still hadn’t recovered his original power, so Chamber couldn’t afford to fall as well.

“The Upper Dantians of transcendents are so thick and sturdy that it’s difficult to forcibly break through them. Since a crack has formed there, healing Chamber won’t be easy. But….”

Olga swept back her blood-stained hair and shook her head.

“I’ll do whatever I can, so wipe that sickly chicken expression off your face. It’s disgustingly ugly.”

She arrogantly tilted her chin as if to say not to worry.

“How very saintly of you.”

I chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“Thank you. For coming all this way and for saving everyone else too.”

I drew the Heavenly Sword and offered her a sword salute.

I was grateful for everything she had done—bringing the holy knights and priests, saving Lencia without ignoring the wounded despite the chaos, and refusing to abandon Chamber even as the Demon Lords and their race were causing havoc.

“Have you only learned to speak like Ogram in the time we haven’t seen each other? The Black Tower is our enemy just the same. If we can fight, we fight—that’s obvious.”

Olga snorted and waved her hand dismissively.

“If anything, I’m grateful you called me. I never thought I’d get to witness the Black Tower’s collapse with my own eyes.”

She laughed without reservation, clearly pleased just to have participated in such a war.

“And you’ve done far more for Sueper than what we did today. I haven’t forgotten that.”

Olga shook her head, saying that without me, the Shuper Holy Kingdom itself might have been destroyed.

“Ugh, that gives me goosebumps. Stop saying embarrassing things too. It’s mortifying.”

I rubbed my arms and turned her own words back on her.

“Shut it! You’re the one who started speaking like Ogram. I caught it from you! Damn it!”

Olga’s face flushed red as an autumn apple as she ground her teeth.

“Uh….”

Lencia blinked blankly, unable to believe that Olga, who was called the Saint, would utter such vulgar language.

“Hey, kid.”

Olga gestured with her hand toward Lencia, whose height difference wasn’t that significant.

“Come over here. Looking at your complexion, I need to treat you a bit more.”
“Huh? I’m fine though….”
“Shut up and come. I was too busy before to treat you completely. And a girl shouldn’t have scars left on her body.”

She shook her head, insisting that all remaining scars on her body needed to be erased.

“Ah, yes.”

Lencia lowered her head apologetically to Raon before approaching Olga.

“Hey.”

Olga looked at Raon while draping her arm over Lencia’s shoulder.

“Today’s events—we’re calling it even for you helping us out, yeah? Don’t say anything weird about it later.”

She declared “even” as if today’s deeds didn’t need to be repaid, then entered the makeshift Healing Center.

-That kid’s tattoo has gotten darker.

Wrath furrowed his brow, observing Olga’s arms and legs.

-Seeing how it’s extended to her fingers, it seems there really isn’t much time left.
‘I felt it too.’

The black lines on Olga’s body weren’t tattoos at all, but rather a phenomenon where her skin had melted away from forcibly drawing in divine power.
Even now, she seemed to be drawing in vast amounts of divine power at the cost of her own lifespan and soul, destroying evil and saving people.

“She said we’re calling it even, but….”

I clenched my fist and drew a subtle smile.

“I might be able to create a new debt after all.”

Back then, my abilities were insufficient to even attempt it, but now I felt I might be able to correct Olga’s imbalanced constitution.

‘Can you help her?’
-Hmm….

Wrath gazed at the Healing Center where Olga had entered before letting out a snort.

-I can restore her balance, at least.

He nodded without much hesitation, seemingly pleased with Olga as well.

‘I’ve been thinking about it constantly.’

I laughed while stroking the bridge of Wrath’s nose.

‘You don’t seem suited to be a Demon Lord.’
-That’s an insult!
‘Is it?’

I pushed Wrath’s forehead as he struggled and headed toward the Ice Cream Shop where Gluttony and Rust were waiting.

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“Ugh….”

Saint Olga’s fingertips, marked with black lines, trembled after finishing Lencia’s treatment.

“S-Saint? Are you alright?”

Lencia rose with concern in her eyes.

“Don’t get up.”

Olga pressed her weakened fingers against Lencia’s forehead.

“Worry about yourself first, not me. If I’d arrived just one second later, you’d be dead.”

It wasn’t a jest. Had he arrived mere seconds later or hesitated, Lencia would have perished. The wounds were so severe that the mere fact they were conversing now felt like a miracle.

“But if you’re hurt while healing me, Saint Olga….”
“Adults can handle a little pain.”

Saint Olga waved her hand dismissively, telling her to just sleep.

“Ah, I still haven’t properly thanked you, so I can’t sleep.”
“Thanked me? Who?”
“Raon and everyone else.”

Lencia clicked her tongue, clearly regretting that she hadn’t properly expressed her gratitude to Raon.

“I received so much help. Without them, I would never have escaped the Black Tower’s grasp, even in death.”

Tears welled up over her emerald eyes as she spoke, as if it all still felt like a dream.

“How did they help you? I came in such a rush that I don’t know the full details.”

Saint Olga gestured for her to speak if sleep wouldn’t come anyway.

“Well, when I first met him, his name wasn’t Raon. He came as a nouveau riche….”

Lencia eagerly grasped the blanket and began recounting everything that had happened.

“…and that’s how we were able to open the gate to the Black Tower. After that, I was injured and don’t remember much.”
“That part wasn’t me anyway. That’s enough.”

Saint Olga nodded, saying that was sufficient.

“You’ve told me everything, so you feel better now, right?”
“Yes!”

Lencia smiled brightly and nodded.

“Then sleep.”
“Yes? But I still haven’t thanked you… oh.”

As Olga placed her hand on Lencia’s forehead, the girl’s breathing grew shallow and she fell into slumber.

“Sigh….”

Olga exhaled heavily and turned her gaze toward the Fountain Square where Raon stood.

“You haven’t changed at all.”

When I heard that Raon had become a Transcendent, I wondered how he might have transformed.
I had worried whether the purity I once witnessed in him would remain, but he seemed utterly unchanged.

The young hero who had risked his life to save the Shuper Holy Kingdom despite it being none of his concern still stood in that same place, wielding his sword for others.

‘…I wish I had remained unchanged like him.’

Olga gazed at the black lines that now covered her arms and legs, and a bitter smile crossed her face.

‘There’s nothing I can do about it now.’

I had expended vast amounts of holy power restoring the Holy Kingdom to its former state, and today I had used enormous quantities more to defeat the Demon and save Chamber.

Seeing the black lines creeping up to the middle of my fingers and the chills spreading across my entire body, it seemed my life truly had little time remaining.

‘Still, I have no regrets.’

I had cultivated the indecisive Hofen into an excellent Holy King, and I had put the newly ordained Holy Knights and Priests through hellish training so they could fulfill their roles.
I had repaid my debt of gratitude to Raon, which had weighed on my heart, so now even death would hold no lingering attachment.

‘And yet….’

Olga approached the bed where Chamber lay. My head throbbed from the depletion of holy power, but I could not stop yet.

‘I must save this person by any means.’

For Chamber to live was essential to gaining advantage in the configuration of the Five Emperors Five Demons. Even if I perished, I had to save her.

“Ah, I’ve quit smoking.”

Instead of a cigarette, Olga held a pen between her lips as she placed her hand above Chamber’s head. In the damp Healing Center, warm light bloomed endlessly like the glow of a winter cigarette.

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I instructed the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen to maintain vigilance over the surrounding area before heading toward the Pearl Ice Cream Shop near the Fountain Square.

Fortunately, the shop was empty of customers, and Gluttony was devouring an entire container of pearl ice cream without restraint.
Seeing the metal tins already rolling across the floor, it appeared there wasn’t much left.

Meanwhile, Rust sat with a single pearl ice cream placed before her on the table, gazing up at empty space with an eerie, incomprehensible smile etched across her face.

—Wait, hold on!

Just as I reached for the ice cream shop door to enter, Wrath blocked my path.

—Are you really going in there? With that stalker present?

Wrath shook his head as if urging me to reconsider.

‘If you don’t go in, Gluttony will eat your ice cream too.’
—Huh…?

He swallowed hard as he watched Gluttony devour even the metal container.

‘Since I have to stay here until support arrives from the Family Estate, if I don’t eat now, I won’t get another chance at pearl ice cream for a while.’

I tapped Wrath’s head reassuringly, telling him to think carefully.

—Ugh…!

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he alternated his gaze between Rust, who gazed as if utterly smitten, and Gluttony, who was systematically destroying the ice cream.

—This cursed world! Nothing ever goes right!

Unable to choose between hunger and fear, he clutched at his head.

‘Well, I should at least thank them. I’m going in.’

I was about to open the door to the Ice Cream Shop, leaving Wrath unable to make a decision, when it happened.

“Wait, please!”

Jeina rushed over from behind and called out to me. Her expression had turned pale and rigid.

“What’s the matter?”

Jeina had been tasked with reporting everything that happened here to the entire Five Emperors. Seeing her panic like this meant something had gone wrong with that duty.

“I can’t reach Headquarters or Valcar.”

She looked up at the still-darkened sky with trembling eyes.

“It seems something has happened to the other Five Emperors!”

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The Audience Chamber of Owen emanated such overwhelming pressure that one’s very soul felt crushed upon entering. It was a magnificent place that could not fail to intimidate anyone, yet today it was different from usual.

A massive chandelier, as if inscribed with the word “splendor,” had fallen to the ground and shattered, while the crimson carpet trembled with foam, soaked in blood.

The Lion Knights, who had sworn loyalty to the great king, had breathed their last without concealing their eyes filled with terror and despair, and the blood flowing from them had carved a path toward the Jade Throne instead of the carpet.

Goooooooh!

The Jade Throne erected in the Audience Chamber was also split in half, and its owner, Silent Sword Master Lecross, leaned his back against the cracked wall and spat out black blood.

Thud!

A silver-haired man draped in a blue long coat trampled through the blood flowing from the knights and stood before the halved Jade Throne. At his delicate gesture, the Lion’s Jade Throne, which had remained unmoved for centuries, crumbled to dust.

“Silent Sword Master. Was that name merely a false reputation? Or perhaps….”

Derus Robert. The absolute master of the sword who had once stood alongside Silent Sword Master among the Six Emperors drew a chilling smile.

“Have I grown stronger?”

I approached Lecross with my sword tilted, its blade wet with crimson blood, stepping over the collapsed Jade Throne.

“Derus Robert…”

Lecross lifted his bleeding shoulder with difficulty and raised his sword with effort.

“Why are you here?”
“You’re attacking us—I couldn’t just sit idle.”

Derus shrugged as if asking why such an obvious thing needed questioning. His very essence seemed transformed from the days when he bore the epithet Cheongeomseong.

“When Chamber moved, it created gaps in your communication network. We have quite capable mages on our side—they managed to breach it.”

Derus Robert seemed to prefer launching an identical assault rather than rescuing the Black Tower Master, and a cold smile played across his lips.

“Not a rescue, but revenge? How absurd.”

Lecross twisted his mouth while meeting Derus’s blue eyes.

In truth, he had already anticipated that Oma might launch an attack.
Still, not everyone had gone to the Black Tower, and he had prepared to fill the void Chamber left behind.

‘The problem is…’

Lecross furrowed his brow watching Derus approach with leisurely steps.

‘That man’s military strength far exceeds my expectations.’

Derus Robert possessed a level of power that was worlds apart from when he belonged to the Six Emperors. Even exerting my full strength, I struggled to properly block his blade.

‘Was the gap always this wide?’

It hadn’t been long since Derus left the Six Emperors. Seeing him grow so powerful in such a short span suggested he had been concealing his strength from the beginning. It felt exactly like facing Glen.

“If one Demon Lord is gone, then one Emperor should fall too. Soon it will become the Four Emperors and Five Demons.”

Derus waved his finger as if the disappearance of the Black Tower were a foregone conclusion.

“No, it will become Four Emperors Three Demons!”

The moment Derus flicked his finger, Lecross brought down the sword he had held aloft. A blue light bloomed from the blade’s edge, taking the form of a lion that split heaven and earth asunder.

Lion Spirit Sword Technique—Armed Severance.

A magnificent sword strike, as though wrapped in unbreakable steel, cleaved through the entire Audience Chamber and extended toward Derus Robert’s very soul.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

As Derus raised his sword, white light erupted and collided head-on with Armed Severance. Between the two blade strikes, a tremendous explosion detonated, and the Audience Chamber and the Royal Castle itself crumbled to ruin.

‘Is it done?’

Derus Robert’s presence suddenly diminished. I would have preferred to have killed him, but realistically, it likely wasn’t that simple.
I steadied my breathing and retreated, when a chilling coldness emanated from behind my back.

Whoooosh!

I twisted my waist without even a moment to exhale, but the blue trajectory had already grazed my skin. Derus Robert’s blade, having repositioned behind me in an instant, pierced deep into my shoulder.

“You dodged well, aiming for the heart as I was.”

Derus Robert’s jaw moved as though admiration escaped him.

“But it holds no meaning… hmm.”

He stopped mid-motion, about to drive the blade deeper into my shoulder.

“I anticipated it, but faster than expected?”

Derus Robert exhaled sharply and turned around.

Gooooooooh!

Crimson lightning branched across the dark storm clouds, and the sky contorted as though wailing in agony.

As the Royal Castle crumbled, gray dust rose in fear and faded, and an old swordmaster with crimson eyes stood upon the blood of fallen knights.

“At last, we meet.”

Glen Zigheart. The one who annihilated the Demon of the North and earned the title of Thunder God. The greatest swordsman on the Continent drew his beloved blade.

“Derus Robert.”

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