The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 939

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Chapter 939

“You can fix my constitution?”

Saint Olga froze as if she had heard something she had never even considered.

“To be precise, you squeezed your own body to extract holy power. Rather than changing your constitution, it would be more accurate to say I’m fixing all the damage.”

I clicked my tongue softly as I observed the black lines etched across Olga’s entire body.

Seeing that more lines had appeared since I first arrived here, it was clear she had overextended herself extracting holy power during this war as well.

“Those black scars will probably disappear too.”
“You can do that? How?”

Olga’s crimson lips trembled with disbelief.

“My friend knows the method.”

Wrath had recognized Olga’s condition from the moment I first met him, and he had told me that Demons could experience similar situations.

With my own transcendent realm and Wrath’s knowledge and perception, changing Olga’s constitution was far from impossible.

“Hmm….”

Olga bit her lip slightly as she gazed at the black lines covering her entire right hand.

“This isn’t merely a rejection of holy power—it’s my past and my present.”

She traced the black lines carved into her arm with a trembling hand.

“….”

I kept my mouth shut and lowered my hand, allowing Olga to speak about her circumstances.

“Did I mention it before? That I was born with more holy power than anyone else? The name ‘Saint’ was attached to me precisely because of that.”

Olga clenched her fists with trembling hands. The black lines etched across her fingers formed a continuous pattern, as if she wore black gloves.

“I possessed nearly infinite holy power, but my body—the vessel meant to contain it—was no different from anyone else’s. It’s like having water that overflows, yet trying to hold it in a bottle made of paper.”

Olga pressed her fingernail against her own blackened, melting skin as if amused by the sight.

“When I expend high-tier priest-class holy power, my skin feels as though it’s melting away. No—my body is actually melting.”

She gestured toward the black lines that now extended beyond what any tattoo could conceal, letting out a soft chuckle.

“But it was worth it. Using my power to help others brought me happiness that transcended the pain.”

Olga gazed out the window toward the sea, as if recalling distant memories, and offered a gentle smile.

“Yet people demanded more and more. Absurdly, they never cared about my suffering or my feelings.”

Olga let out a bitter laugh and withdrew tobacco from her pocket, placing it between her lips.

“I wanted to care for many people, but gradually I found myself serving only the wealthy and powerful.”

Perhaps because she considered herself a patient, she held the tobacco in her hand without lighting it.

“So instead of acting like a saint, I behaved like a thug and moved as I pleased. I ignored the wealthy who had no urgent need, and went to the back alleys to care for dying children. I overlooked nobles with minor finger wounds and went to the battlefield to use my holy power on dying soldiers.”

Olga smiled brightly, saying it felt far better and brought her true happiness.

“When I used my power according to my own will, even the pain became bearable. At some point, I earned the title of ‘trash saint,’ but I actually liked it. Of course, our kingdom tried to hide that epithet by any means.”

She waved her hand lightly as if amused.

“So it’s fine. These scars are wounds of my glory, and if I control my holy power, I can live reasonably long. Don’t worry.”

Olga shook her head calmly, saying she didn’t need any treatment.

“That’s not true.”

Raon shook his head while looking into Olga’s eyes.

“Hm? What do you mean, ‘not’…?”
“Both.”

I raised a finger and shook my head.

“You know this better than anyone, don’t you? You don’t have much time left.”

I pointed at Saint Olga’s tattoo with my raised finger.

“Your holy power keeps growing stronger. The force that melts your body just by using it continues to accumulate, and your flesh cannot possibly withstand it. At some point, it will inevitably collapse.”

Saint Olga herself had said she possessed more holy power than anyone else. Yet her body was ordinary, so it wouldn’t be long before not just her skin, but her bones and muscles would melt away as well.

“When that happens, you won’t be able to fix it even if you want to. You’ll die without lasting more than a few months lying in bed.”
“Mm…”

Saint Olga furrowed her brow as if she already knew this.

“And you’re bothered by those scars too.”

I smiled faintly and pointed to the black lines that covered her entire skin.

“No, no nonsense! I’m not bothered at all!”

Saint Olga vehemently shook her head in denial.

“When you treat women, you always say their skin must be free of scars. Just two days ago when you treated Lencia, you took her back again to remove the scars.”

She insisted that women’s skin should have no blemishes, doing everything she could to erase their scars.

It was both a desire and a consideration—seeking to achieve the flawless skin she herself could never have through others.

Since her own skin had darkened and melted away, she could have inflicted the same suffering on others, yet seeing her pour her holy power into healing them revealed her to be far more virtuous than I’d thought.

“No, I said no! You idiot! Fool. Dunderhead!”

Saint Olga’s face flushed as she shook her head frantically.

“Dunderhead? I’m not sure what that means.”

Raon chuckled softly as he watched the flustered Olga.

“In any case, come with me to Zigheart. I’ll fix this no matter what.”
“But….”

Olga didn’t answer immediately, instead biting her lip deeply.

“If there’s something to gain, there’s something to lose. To heal me, you’ll have to make many sacrifices too….”

Even in a situation where her own life hung in the balance, Olga thought of him first. Though she claimed she wasn’t a saint, her heart possessed the qualities of one more than anyone else’s.

“Well, I’ll be a bit tired, but there’s no great sacrifice to make. As I said, I have a guide.”

With Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma, at Zigheart and Wrath knowing the way, I could heal Olga without major complications. Though it would certainly be exhausting.

“Ugh….”

Olga had nothing left to say, her lips merely quivering.

“With that fair, porcelain skin you so desire….”
“I don’t desire it!”

She cried out in denial and rushed from the infirmary. She seemed deeply embarrassed at having her true feelings exposed.

“Stay here. Don’t go to Shuper.”

Only after hearing my final words did footsteps sound—it seemed Olga would indeed stay and come with me to Zigheart rather than return to Shuper.

-You really want to save her, don’t you.
‘I’ve received considerable help from her this time, and I’d like someone like that to live a long life.’

Saint Olga was someone who could play a role greater than even a transcendent in the coming war.

But beyond that advantage, I wanted to save her as one person to another.

Whoooosh!

As Raon smiled while looking at the infirmary door that Olga had left slightly ajar, a Pink Aura Entity descended from the empty air with a languid grace.

[Wrath….]

Rust’s sultry voice brushed past my ear with an icy chill.

[I know you entered the Human Realm with a special purpose. But I’d prefer it if you didn’t get too close to other women, yes?]

She revealed her eerie eyes within the Pink Aura Entity, reminding me of a promise between us.

-Kyaaaaaaah!

The moment Wrath saw Rust’s eyes, he shrieked and hid beneath the bed.

-What are we going to do about that stalker! She’s already lost her mind!

He trembled as he noted that Rust’s lust was blooming excessively.

“That is not so.”

I shook my head calmly, observing Rust’s excited gaze.

“How I regard that child and how I regard you are entirely different.”

I said nothing more and closed my mouth.

[Different? Different….]

Rust repeated the word “different” with a vacant expression in her eyes.

[That’s right. I am different.]

Satisfied with the word, she exhaled excitedly against my ear before vanishing once more into the void.

-Huh…?

Wrath blinked blankly.

-What does “different” even mean that made that stalker satisfied?

He tilted his head in confusion.

‘That’s exactly what you heard.’
-But why is that stalker reacting like that!
‘People often hear what others say in the way they wish to hear it. Rust interpreted my words about being different according to her own desires.’

I laughed as I explained that she must have been satisfied and withdrawn.

-According to her own desires? …Wait, hold on!

Wrath’s eyes darted left and right before he let out a shriek.

-Then the True Demon King has to deal with all of that later!
‘…That’s right?’
-That’s right my ass! Are you actually insane!

He sighed in exasperation at the absurdity of it all.

-I’m going to lose my mind! How did the True Demon King end up meeting such a lunatic!

Wrath trembled violently as he watched Rust’s aura flutter with satisfaction.

‘Blessings come to those who endure.’
-You’re the one making it impossible to endure!

As Wrath shrieked and rushed forward, urgent footsteps echoed from outside the infirmary.

Boom!

Whether Olga had informed them or not, Burren Zigheart, Martha, Lunan Slion, and the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall simultaneously opened the door.

However, they were not the first to enter the infirmary.

“Raon.”

Glen Zigheart appeared from nowhere and entered the infirmary first, standing before my bed.

“Are you alright?”

His brows were still deeply furrowed with concern.

“My head is a bit dizzy, but everything else is fine.”

Raon assured Glen that he was doing well and raised his arm to prove it.

“Good, I’m relieved.”

Glen couldn’t meet his gaze properly, and he nodded with his eyes averted downward.

“….”

Raon tilted his chin slightly as he watched Glen avoid his eyes. It was bewildering how different this was from the way Glen had embraced him in front of so many people.

“Ahem! As long as you’re unharmed, that’s what matters. Now, talk among yourselves.”

Glen turned awkwardly as if he’d only come to confirm Raon’s condition, then left the Infirmary.

“Huh? Head of House? You’re leaving already?”

Roen’s voice came from outside the door. He seemed surprised at how quickly Glen had emerged.

“I-I saw that he’d awakened, so that’s enough.”

Glen’s voice trembled slightly as he dragged Roen away and headed outside.

“He seems embarrassed.”

Martha chuckled as she watched the door close behind Glen.

“He couldn’t even look us in the eye after suddenly embracing you….”

Burren Zigheart scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.

“I thought it was nice.”

Lunan Slion smacked his lips, saying it felt like meeting his real grandfather.

“I see….”

Raon smiled faintly as he looked at the spot where Glen had been standing. Just as he’d expected, Glen’s emotions had been overwhelming two days ago.

“How are things outside?”
“Almost finished with the cleanup.”

Martha nodded.

“There were more people with black hearts embedded in them than we expected, but fortunately the Shuper priests helped with the removal, so we got rid of all of them.”

She raised her thumb, saying that she had not only toppled the Black Tower but also saved the residents of Montiro.

“That’s a relief.”

The priests and clergy of Shuper seemed to be of great help not only in the battle against the Black Tower but also in the recovery phase that followed. I was glad I called them, and grateful they came.

“After hearing that the Black Tower had collapsed, many people came out to volunteer. Not just our Neutral Factions, but many people who had lost their way also came.”

Burren Zigheart pointed outside, saying there was more vitality than during the resort days.

“This place will do even better if it returns to being a resort. After all, people can now see the ruins of the collapsed Black Tower.”

He chuckled, saying there was no need to worry about Montiro.

“Ah…!”

Lunan Slion raised her hand as if she remembered something to say.

“There’s been talk lately of a little one eating through all the food….”

She nodded, saying that all the dining halls’ ingredients were disappearing.

“Right, if support hadn’t come from across the Continent, everyone would have starved. They say a small child devours rice and desserts all day long.”

Burren Zigheart also laughed dryly, having heard that story.

“Heh….”

I exhaled shortly.

-Damn glutton!
‘So it’s Gluttony….’

Since I had asked Gluttony to wait, she seemed to be consuming every morsel of food in this place while biding her time.
I needed to rise quickly, meet her, and provide the payment she was owed.

‘The Demon Lords are all peculiar in their own ways.’

As I exhaled a brief sigh while observing Rust suspended in the void, the infirmary door opened once more, and Chamber and Lencia entered, their bodies swathed entirely in bandages.

“Raon!”

The moment Lencia saw me, she rushed forward and embraced me.

“I’m so relieved you’re safe!”

She had heard that I had suddenly collapsed, and her eyes glistened with tears as she expressed her worry.

“I merely lost consciousness from exhaustion. It’s only a slight headache, so there’s no need to worry.”

I gently patted Lencia’s trembling back.

“A headache is the most dangerous thing. That’s precisely why I’m recuperating like this.”

Chamber shook her head while rolling a candy around in her mouth.

“Are you feeling any better, Chamber?”
“Better? I’m on death’s door.”

She furrowed her brow, lamenting that her head still felt as though it might split open.

“Still, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t merely be on death’s door—I’d truly be dead. Thank you.”

Chamber grasped my shoulder with her small hand, expressing her genuine gratitude for my excellent performance in battle.

“Not at all. Without you stepping in at the crucial moment, there’s no way I could have won.”

I meant every word. The gap between myself and the Black Tower Master had been vast and insurmountable. Had Chamber not risked her life and unleashed her ultimate technique, it would have been I who fell.

“Still so humble.”

Chamber chuckled softly, as if she had expected nothing less.

“You don’t seem like someone who would bear such a title.”
“Such a title?”

Raon blinked, as if asking what I meant.

“You’ve been given a new epithet.”

Chamber removed the candy from her mouth and pointed it at me like a sword.

“Unlike before, a name that approaches absolute dominion over the Continent.”

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