The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 944

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Chapter 944

‘Heh….’

I let out a hollow laugh as I gazed at the countless dishes spread across the dining table.

‘It was real.’

Bone marrow soup, pineapple pizza, lamb ribs, steamed lobster, and whole roasted pork—every dish Wrath had mentioned after catching their scent was laid out on the table.

‘Is he really a Demon Lord, or just a dog in disguise?’

Though Wrath currently possessed a feline appearance, he seemed to transform into a canine whenever he caught a whiff of food. I had no idea how he’d detected these dishes.
I don’t know how you noticed those dishes were there.

-Slurrrp….

Wrath brought his nose close to a plate and let out a long, eager sniff.

-My stomach is so empty my eyes are about to pop out! Hurry and offer these dishes to the True Demon King!

He cried out for food and struck the table with his fist.

‘Not yet.’

I pushed the struggling Wrath aside and shook my head.

‘Our guest hasn’t arrived yet.’

Since Olga hadn’t reached the Dining Hall, we had to wait.

“Raon! You have to be patient even if you’re hungry!”

Sia bowed her head toward me.

“Food tastes better when you eat it with a guest.”

She waved her hand at herself as if to console herself, saying that she had to wait for Olga, who was not in the Dining Hall right now.

“Sister, you’re right.”

I smiled faintly as I watched Sia lift her chin confidently.

‘Has Sia’s mental age increased a bit?’

Unlike before, Sia didn’t throw a tantrum about being hungry. Instead, she spoke maturely about the need to wait.

Her mind seemed to be slowly returning to her actual age.

‘That’s a bit disappointing.’

I hoped for Sia to regain her true self, but at the same time, I felt reluctant to see the cute older sister who acted like a younger sibling disappear.

‘Is there no way for her to maintain that cuteness even as she grows older?’

As I gazed at Sia and smacked my lips, the entrance to the Dining Hall opened, and Olga walked in.

“I apologize for being late.”

Olga smoothed her neatly tied hair and bowed her head. Her violet hair still held traces of moisture, and combined with the tattoos inscribed on her body, it revealed a mature beauty.

“It seems the Saint is selected based on appearance these days. You’re truly beautiful.”

Sylvia smiled brightly, captivated by Olga’s face and aura.

“Sister! You’ve become even more beautiful!”

Sia had taken a liking to Olga from the start and poured out compliments one after another. Though I knew she wasn’t actually her sister, I let it slide for now.

“Please don’t wait and start eating first….”

Olga’s voice trailed off slightly, as if she felt burdened by being waited for. It was quite different from her striking appearance.

“A guest has arrived, so of course we should wait.”

Edgar waved his hand, saying that waiting was the right thing to do.

“Moreover, if that guest is the Saint, we can wait until tomorrow morning.”

He nodded happily, pleased merely at having met Olga.

“…Thank you.”

Olga lowered her gaze in embarrassment and took her seat.

“Why are you putting on such an act? Before, you had your feet on the table and were cursing up a storm. Anyone would think you’re a real Saint.”

I flicked my finger toward Olga, who had suddenly become quiet like a refined lady.

“Shut u… I mean, I’d appreciate it if you’d mind your tongue?”

Olga started to tell me to shut up, but upon seeing Sylvia and Sia, she softened her words instead.

“Now that I think about it, it’s been a while since Raon brought a friend over!”

Sylvia smiled faintly as she watched how comfortably I treated Olga.

“We’re not friends.”
“We are not friends.”

Olga and I shook our heads simultaneously.

“But look at you two—your hearts are in sync! That’s wonderful! I remember those days. I wonder if that damned bastard is still holed up in that cave?”

Edgar lifted his gaze upward as if recalling someone while looking at Olga and me.

“We can build our relationship later. For now, let’s eat. I’ve prepared quite a feast to celebrate our victory in the war.”

Sylvia spread both hands as she suggested we start with the meal.

“Please try the soup first.”

She personally ladled out a bone broth soup to warm the stomach and handed it to Olga.

“Thank you.”

Olga accepted the soup bowl with both hands and set it down in front of her.

She hesitated for a moment before picking up a spoon and tasting the bone broth.

“Hmm?”

Olga’s eyes widened in surprise. The soup tasted far better than she had expected.

-Stop gawking and eat something yourself!

Wrath squeezed my shoulder desperately, pleading with me to finally have a meal.

‘Why not?’

I nodded and tasted the bone broth that Sylvia had handed me.

‘This is actually quite good.’

Though the broth glistened with fat from the simmered bones, it was surprisingly not greasy—only a silken richness and savory depth reminiscent of fine butter coated my tongue.

-Ahhhhh!

Wrath let out a boisterous exclamation like a drunkard savoring whiskey.

-This is it! This is exactly why the True Demon King remained in this realm!

He proclaimed that happiness for Demons was not far away and pointed to the next dish to be eaten.

‘Roasted whole pig?’
-It must be eaten before it cools, or the meat won’t be tender!

I brought the roasted pork that Wrath indicated onto a plate and turned my attention elsewhere.

“Sia, you like pizza, don’t you? Mom brought some.”
“No! Our Sia loves shrimp the most.”

Sylvia and Edgar were competing with each other to feed Sia.

“I have a feeling Sia will choose pizza today?”
“No. What Sia likes most is shrimp.”
“Hmm? Last time she ate meat first though?”

Helen and the maids wore subtle smiles as they wondered which of Sylvia or Edgar would receive Sia’s choice.

“Hmm? Wow. Oh….”

Olga’s hands moved swiftly as she savored each dish, clearly pleased with the Annex Building’s cuisine.

-The roasted pork is cooked perfectly. The fat is crispy, and the meat is tender—splendid!

Wrath offered his usual crude assessment of flavor with eyes closed.

‘Perhaps….’

I gazed at the evening in the Annex Building suffused with the warmth of happiness, and a gentle smile crossed my face.

‘Maybe I’ve grown stronger because I want to keep seeing this sight.’

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-Burrrp!

Wrath lay sprawled on the bed, letting out a hearty belch.

-Now I’m finally getting over what Gluttony did to me!

He nodded, satisfied that the evening had been worthwhile.

Having devoured every dish and even enjoyed two boxes of pearl ice cream for dessert, he seemed to have no regrets.

‘Does he really love food that much?’

I chuckled as I watched Wrath’s belly bulge with contentment.

-It’s not that rice is good; it’s that delicious food is good!

Wrath shook his head, insisting I not confuse the two.

‘Aren’t they the same thing?’
-They’re different! I don’t want to talk to someone like you who knows nothing of culinary refinement!

He turned his head away sharply, telling me not to speak to him.

‘Then I’ll have to call someone else to talk to.’

I let out a dry chuckle and gazed into empty space.

-Someone else? Wait, hold on!

Wrath seemed to realize who I meant and urgently stretched out his hand, telling me not to do it.

“Rust.”

I ignored Wrath and called out Rust’s name.

-No!

Wrath bolted upright from the bed and cried out in protest.

-Why are you calling that crazy stalker! I was trying to sleep peacefully!
‘I should at least tell her we’ve arrived home. Let her know she can relax.’

Ignoring Wrath, I called out to Rust again.

“Rust?”

But the stalker Demon Lord gave no answer and did not appear.

“Hm….”

I let out a hollow laugh, gazing into empty space.

‘I had a bad feeling about this, but did she really get lost?’

Before leaving Montiro, I’d warned Rust to follow carefully, but it seems she’s gotten lost again. Her sense of direction was hopelessly terrible.

-Ha! Kuhahahaha!

Wrath burst into wild laughter upon realizing that Rust wasn’t at Zigheart.

-So your judgment can be wrong too! I never thought I’d be so delighted by that stalker’s pathetic sense of direction.

He mocked me openly, clutching at his round, protruding belly.

‘I told you. I had a hunch. I was already somewhat prepared for this.’

A Demon Lord who had journeyed all the way to the Demon Realm searching for me—it was reasonable to consider she might lose her way.

‘And I can summon Rust whenever I want.’
-W-What kind of chilling thing are you saying…?

Wrath’s jaw trembled.

‘Since I’m in the Human Realm now, if I channel the energy of Lust, she’ll appear. She won’t come immediately because of the distance, but…’

Rust was a Demon Lord who had found her way from the Demon Realm by sensing Wrath’s 【Wrath】 and my 【Lust】.
Since I was still in the Human Realm, she would move toward me the moment I channeled Lust.

-Ugh…

Wrath’s eyes dropped to the ground as the terror from seeing Rust came flooding back.

-Y-You won’t call her now, right? You have plenty of things to do anyway!

He shook his head, insisting that calling Rust would only make things worse.

‘Hmm…’

I smacked my lips briefly as I considered Wrath.

‘What should I do?’
-Please! I’ll tolerate whatever you do! Just don’t call her!

Wrath clasped his hands together, saying he would do everything he could.

‘Then tomorrow, check once more if the aura manipulation method I’ll teach Olga is sound.’
-You’ve already reviewed it dozens of times!

He furrowed his brow, noting that I had kept asking for confirmations ever since arriving at Zigheart.

‘A demon’s body and a human body are different. Even hundreds of checks wouldn’t be enough.’

I shook my head and opened a medical text with anatomical diagrams of the human body.

-It’s not even your responsibility, so why are you working so hard!
‘Precisely because it’s not my responsibility. I need to understand it more thoroughly.’

This wasn’t training to strengthen myself, but studying to save others—so naturally, I had to learn with greater detail and certainty.

‘Let me check once more before calling Rust.’

I told Wrath to stop talking and watch my aura manipulation, closing my eyes.
The heat of Manhwagong blooming from my fingertips flowed into the human body like water, drawing elegant arcs through the empty air.

-Now I understand.

Wrath observed me with closed eyes, curling his lips into a smile.

-Why humans flock to you.

For those who stand above others, charisma that makes people follow is just as important as raw power.

Though he spoke it lightly, Raon Zigheart seemed to have genuine talent for becoming a Demon Lord.

-But if that bastard becomes a Demon Lord….

Wrath examined me from head to toe, his eyes narrowing.

-The Demon Realm would probably collapse.

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The following evening.
I entered the Cultivation Chamber of the 5th Training Ground with Olga.

The Cultivation Chamber was an ideal place to treat Olga, as it completely blocked out noise and vibrations.

“Are you ready?”

After seating Olga in the center of the Cultivation Chamber, I loosened my wrists.

“Mm….”

Olga’s hands trembled slightly as she clasped them together in front of her knees, her tension evident.

“There’s no need to worry so much.”

I pointed with my finger toward the half-open door of the Cultivation Chamber.

“Am I late?”

Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma, pushed open the half-closed door and entered the Cultivation Chamber.

“Even if you can’t trust me, you can trust the Saint, right?”

I had requested Pedrick’s assistance as a precaution against any unforeseen circumstances. As long as Olga endured well, the treatment should proceed without major issues.

“No.”

Olga shook her head, her gaze fixed intently upon me.

“I trust you more.”

She said I was more trustworthy than Pedrick, and she strengthened her trembling fingers with resolve.

“I concur. There are few as worthy of trust as Raon.”

Pedrick gazed into Olga’s steady eyes and curled his lips upward.

“Olga. Your body has deteriorated considerably since I last saw you. Though your mind seems to have grown stronger.”

He narrowed his eyes, as if displeased by what he observed.

“Have you met Olga before, sir?”

I widened my eyes in surprise as I looked at Pedrick.

“I’m called a Saint myself, so I ought to have met a child who bears the title of Saint.”

Pedrick lowered his hand, mentioning that he had met Olga in the Shuper Holy Kingdom.

“She was extorting money from thugs in the back alleys. My mental image of a Saint shattered in an instant.”

He shrugged his shoulders, calling it an intense first meeting.

“Of course, I understand what kind of child Olga is now.”

Pedrick nodded, saying that was why he had come all the way to this Cultivation Chamber.

“I see.”

I had sent a letter requesting help from Pedrick in Montiro, and received only a reply saying he understood. I had thought there was no connection between us, but it seemed we were quite well acquainted.

‘That makes sense, then.’

Pedrick had traveled across the entire Continent accumulating good deeds before settling in Zigheart, earning the epithet of Saint of Nenma.
It wasn’t strange at all that he would visit the Holy Kingdom and meet Olga.

“You said you could live like others if you didn’t use holy power, yet you’ve been pouring it out openly. There really isn’t much time left….”

Pedrick’s eyes narrowed as he observed Olga’s skin melting away from the holy power.

“It was what I wanted.”

Olga shook her head, showing no regret for her past, just as she had said in Montiro.

“That’s right. Because you were like that, a day like today has come.”

Pedrick said there would be good results today, closed the door to the Cultivation Chamber, and stood beside Raon.

Whoooosh.

As he brought his hands together, a pale blue-tinged wind bloomed around the Cultivation Chamber.

“I’ve inscribed a technique called the Wind of Regeneration using my holy power. It’s a sacred magic that rapidly regenerates physical wounds.”

He wiped the sweat flowing from his forehead, saying it would help with today’s treatment. Though he spoke as if it were nothing, it seemed to be an ability that consumed considerable mental energy.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed to Pedrick, then took out two vials from his possession.

“First, take these elixirs.”

He handed Olga the White Crane Pill and Spirit Water Orb that he had retrieved from Zigheart’s Treasury.

“Elixirs?”

Olga’s eyes widened as she looked at the elixirs in the vials.

“These seem to be incredibly precious elixirs….”
“I received them from the Head of House. He said he hoped they would help you as much as Shuper has helped us.”

Raon nodded, repeating Glen’s words back to her.

“…I’ll have to offer my thanks once this is over.”

Olga let out a low sigh, thinking she would need to thank Glen.

“Don’t worry about thanks right now. Focus on what I’m saying.”

Raon slowly raised his fingers to draw Olga’s attention.

“After you take the elixirs, you must not make any sound. You cannot move your body either. Keep the holy power from escaping your body and running wild—just suppress it.”

I made a gesture of pressing my index finger to my lips, signaling her to keep quiet.

“Is that all?”

Olga tilted her head as if it seemed too simple.

“That’s not all. You’ll experience pain so severe you’ll wish for death. Just maintaining consciousness and enduring it will be difficult enough.”

After explaining the precautions she needed to take, I lowered my hand.

“I can endure any amount of pain.”

Olga shook her head, saying she had even endured her skin melting away.

“It will be far worse than that, but I believe you can manage it.”

I said I would trust her and sat down behind Olga.

“Haaah…”

Olga watched my eyes reflected in the small mirror before her and exhaled deeply.

‘Is he trying to intimidate me?’

Based on his words alone, there was nothing for her to do.
She was a little—no, honestly quite worried, but strangely, her heart felt at ease knowing it was Raon behind her.

“When you’re ready, put the elixir in your mouth.”
“Understood.”

Olga closed her eyes and chewed the White Heron Pill and Spirit Water Orb in sequence, then swallowed them.

“Ugh!”

Her shoulders trembled as if she had been struck by the explosive force of the elixirs detonating within her body.

“I’m counting on you.”

I bowed my head to Pedrick, then placed my hand on Olga’s back.

Whoooosh!

I guided the rampaging essence of the elixir within Olga’s body along the path Wrath had shown me, utilizing the heat of Manhwagong.

Whoooosh!

I forced the elixir and Manhwagong’s energy through the mana circuits still tainted with remnants of holy power, imposing a brutal strain on Olga’s body.

Tremble.

Olga’s fists, resting on her knees, quivered as she endured the excruciating pain.

“You have to hold on.”

I furrowed my brow, offering words of encouragement to Olga as she wavered under the agony.

‘This seems to be going well so far.’
-You’ve been studying through the night, and it shows. Not bad, but a touch too fast.

Wrath lowered his hand, instructing me to slow the pace of my aura’s circulation.

-The method the True Demon King taught you is a body-strengthening technique used by demons born with potent demonic energy. Human bodies are far more fragile, so you must regulate both power and speed.

He nodded, telling me to move the elixir’s essence more gradually to suit Olga’s physiology.

-Moreover, you’re attempting to reconstruct that wretched Saint’s body as if performing a complete rebirth, so you must move with greater precision.
‘Understood.’

I clenched my teeth and reduced the speed of my aura’s circulation.

‘I’m tiring faster than expected.’

Controlling the rampaging elixir essence within my own body was already difficult enough, but manipulating the energy in another person’s body consumed exponentially more strength and mental fortitude.

Not even ten minutes had passed, yet cold sweat poured from my entire body as if I’d fought a war for hours.

But this wasn’t about me—it was about saving the life of someone precious, a cherished benefactor, so I couldn’t afford to falter here.

‘I have to save her, no matter what.’

Thanks to Olga, my precious people had survived the war. For that debt alone, I had to see this through to the end.

‘Even if I die, I will save you.’

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‘Ugh!’

Olga bit her lip until blood burst forth.

‘This is far worse than I expected….’

The agony of her skin melting away under holy power was something ordinary people could never comprehend—utterly excruciating.
I had once thought I could face death with equanimity, but this transcended pain itself into a realm beyond suffering.

‘It feels like my flesh and bones are crumbling entirely.’

Beyond the sensation of skin dissolving, her entire body felt as though it were burning in a roaring furnace. The intensity of the pain made her want to lose consciousness.
The extreme agony threatened to drag her under.

Kugugugugu.

On top of that, the holy power was raging as if about to explode, draining her mental fortitude just to keep it in check. At this rate, she couldn’t endure even another minute.

‘How am I supposed to bear this… ah.’

Just as Olga was about to admit defeat, she felt a violent tremor in Raon’s hands pressing against her back.

‘Hmm….’

Forcing my eyes open, I looked at the mirror before me. Raon was sweating profusely, his lips clenched, experiencing the same torment I was. An expression I had never seen even during the war. He seemed to be suffering just as much as I was.

‘There’s no benefit to him saving me.’

Raon hadn’t committed to treating this condition. We could have simply called it even for helping each other, yet he was trying to save me while enduring such agony. It was strange.

‘He’s incomprehensible. But….’

I understood that I had to endure.

Crunch, crunch.

Olga bit down so hard her teeth nearly shattered, forcibly restraining the holy power that threatened to rampage within her.

‘If that bastard can hold on, I can’t afford to break.’

To keep from losing consciousness, I bit my tongue and focused my mind. If I couldn’t endure, I was prepared to die right here.

Kuaaaaaaah!

Just when the time spent in this Cultivation Chamber felt longer than all the years since my birth, a massive explosion erupted from within my body and soul.

Whoooosh!

A refreshing sensation washed over me, sweeping away all the suffering in an instant.
It felt like stepping into a cool valley stream after trudging through scorching sunlight for half a day—exhilarating and rejuvenating.

‘I’m losing my mind.’

After enduring such excruciating pain that my entire body felt ablaze, this sudden rush of coolness—as if I’d been reborn—made my head spin. I felt as though I might collapse right then.

‘I still have to hold on….’

Olga forced her eyes open. In the small mirror, she saw Raon’s face—looking even more exhausted than her own.

“You did well. You can rest now.”

Seeing Raon smile as he told her to rest, all the fatigue she’d accumulated came crashing down at once, and her eyes closed of their own accord.

“Thank y—”

Olga couldn’t finish her words of gratitude before she sank into deep slumber.

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“Haah….”

I exhaled deeply as I gazed down at Olga, who slept with her head resting against my knee.

‘It worked.’

Olga’s skin, once marred by the traces of melted flesh and tattoos, now gleamed with a pristine, milky radiance like that of a newborn child.

From Olga, who had once possessed a desolate beauty, there now emanated an elegant grace.

But that wasn’t truly what mattered most.

‘The resilience of her body.’

Olga’s physical form had been reconstructed through the finest elixirs and my aura, granting it a durability exceeding that of a Grand Master.
With newfound resistance to holy power, she could now unleash all of her immense holy force without her skin melting or causing unbearable agony.

‘It turned out well, but I could never do this a second time.’

I had to endure Olga’s suffering alongside her while guiding the elixir’s essence along a path of absolute precision without the slightest deviation.
It had been so agonizing and exhausting—like waging another war.

I swept back my sweat-drenched hair, silently vowing never to undergo such a complete physical transformation for another person again.

“Saint.”

My eyelids trembled slightly as I bowed my head to the Saint.

“Thank you for your help.”
“You did all the work yourself—what are you thanking me for?”

Pedrick waved his hand dismissively, saying he had merely watched.

“You steadied me every time I wavered. I survived because of you, Saint.”

Pedrick steadied my focus whenever my energy wavered, and Olga helped me control my holy power. Without him, it would have been far more difficult.

-The True Demon King taught you everything! The True Demon King did!
‘That’s right. You worked hard too.’

I chuckled softly and patted Wrath’s head.

-Then prepare a feast today as well! And dessert is a must, of course!

Wrath lifted his chin and spoke exactly as I’d anticipated.

‘Yes, I accept.’

I nodded readily.

“You should be able to rest a bit now.”

Pedrick massaged my shoulders, saying I deserved a long break.

“No. I still have things to do.”

I shook my head at Olga’s snort.

“Things to do?”
“Yes.”

I gazed toward the distant Patriarch’s Hall and licked my lips.

“I intend to receive one gift from the Head of House, then enter a cave.”

A very special cave at that.

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