The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 945

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Chapter 945

“Sigh.”

I laid the sleeping Olga down on the bed and exhaled wearily.

‘Has dawn already broken?’

I had entered the Cultivation Chamber with Olga in the evening, yet golden sunlight now streamed through the window. It seemed the complete transformation had taken over twelve hours.

‘Now I understand why I’m so exhausted.’

For twelve hours, I had used my aura and the essence of elixirs to reconstruct another person’s body. Even for a transcendent, complete exhaustion was inevitable.

-That’s not even the half of it! You didn’t sleep the day before yesterday either!

Wrath pointed at the dark circles beneath his eyes and ground his teeth.

-You stayed up all night training the day before yesterday, and all night healing yesterday. Why don’t you just never sleep again!

He scowled, complaining that he hadn’t slept a wink because of me.

‘I’m sorry. And…’

I smiled faintly and waved my hand.

‘Thank you.’

Wrath had gone without sleep for two days straight, creating the foundation that allowed me to heal Olga.
He always pretended to be cold, but he was warmer than anyone I knew.

I heard new pearl ice cream was arriving next week. Perhaps I should go buy some for him right away.

*Creak.*

I drew the curtains across the window so Olga could sleep soundly, then left the room.

‘I really think I’m going to collapse. I need to get some sleep right away.’

If it were just two days without sleep, I could endure it well enough, but having poured out both my physical strength and mental fortitude, I couldn’t resist the overwhelming drowsiness. Everything else could wait—I simply needed to sleep.

“Raon!”

Too exhausted even to wash, I was heading straight to my room when Sia came rushing toward me at the entrance.

“Let’s play!”

Since she hadn’t been around yesterday, Sia tugged at my sleeve, insisting we play together today.

“I’m sorry.”

I gently stroked Sia’s head and shook it.

“I haven’t slept, so I really need to rest right now.”

There was a good chance my words wouldn’t reach her still-childish mind, but that was all I could say at the moment.

“Hmm…”

Sia tilted her head as if pondering, then took a step back.

“Then you’ll play with me after you wake up, right?”

She blinked her eyes, as if asking whether it would be fine after I slept rather than right now.

“Of course.”
“Then I’ll wait. Sleep well!”

Sia waved her hand energetically and ran toward the waiting attendants.

‘She’s certainly changed.’

I smiled faintly as I watched Sia’s retreating figure.

‘She’s grown a bit more mature.’

If it had been the old Sia, she would have continued to pester me to play, throwing a tantrum. But today, she understood my circumstances and accepted them.
I felt it even when we shared dinner together—her mind was growing rapidly.

‘Ugh, my head aches. I’ll think about it later. For now, I need to sleep.’

I opened the door to my room and collapsed onto the bed.

-Absolutely not!

Just as I was about to drift off, a blue puff of cotton materialized before my eyes.

-You must eat before sleeping! If you don’t eat now, you’ll go hungry all day again!

Wrath furrowed his brows, insisting that I couldn’t go without food any longer.

‘You’re thinking about food at a time like this?’
-Of course! The True Demon King prioritizes meals over sleep!

He tilted his chin as if to say it was obvious.

‘Why are you the embodiment of wrath instead of gluttony?’

With trembling hands, I pushed Wrath’s head away.

‘If I ever go to the Demon Realm, I’ll have to confront the Demon Lords about this.’

Even in my exhausted state from lack of sleep, he sought food first. No matter how I thought about it, gluttony was the power that truly suited him.
If I ever journeyed to the Demon Realm, I resolved to demand answers from the Demon Lords about why Wrath’s essence was wrath instead.

-Stop talking nonsense. Just eat!

Wrath waved his hand, saying breakfast was being prepared in the Dining Hall.

‘I don’t even have the strength to lift a fork.’

I shook my head weakly.

-That’s exactly why you need to eat!

Wrath shook his head vigorously.

-The True Demon King doesn’t want to eat because he’s hungry, but because of you, I’m telling you to have breakfast. It’s not good to go hungry and sleep at an age when you should be growing!
‘This is ridiculous.’

I let out a hollow laugh.

‘His nonsense was loud enough to wake me up.’

There was no way Wrath would tell me to eat for his own sake. That beast was simply hungry.

-I-I’m serious! The True Demon King is merely concerned for your health….
‘So going hungry and sleeping isn’t good, right?’
-That’s right! Eating anything would be better!

Wrath nodded eagerly, his anticipation evident.

‘Then you don’t need to worry.’

I grinned wickedly and pulled out my spatial pouch.

‘It’s full of food that will satisfy both our bellies.’
-R-Really? When did you prepare this!

Wrath’s mood brightened instantly, and he licked his lips eagerly.

‘The finest food to fill your stomach in one go.’

I reached into the spatial pouch and pulled out a well-baked brown bread.

-W-Wait! That’s Nadin bread!

Wrath waved both hands frantically, telling me to stop.

“Correct.”
-S-Stop!

I bit into the Nadin bread and chewed, ignoring Wrath’s pleas to starve instead.

As I bit into the hard bread that reeked of burnt rubber, my stomach filled up instantly. Every time I experienced it, the power of Nadin bread was nothing short of transcendent.

—Gaahhh…

Wrath collapsed with a pallid face, as if his appetite itself had vanished from the Nadin bread.

—Damn this cursed thing!

He wiped his tongue, which carried the taste of rubber, across his palm, tears glistening in his eyes.

—The finest food? Absolutely not. That is the worst food in human history! It’s not even fit for fertilizer!

Wrath bit his lips, insisting that Nadin bread was something that must be eliminated.

‘He should get used to Nadin bread.’

I chuckled softly as I watched Wrath seething with indignation.

‘He’ll have to eat nothing but that bread for a while once we enter the Cave.’
—You mentioned a Cave earlier, but where exactly is this Cave?
‘That’s…’

With my stomach full, an irresistible drowsiness washed over me. Without answering, I surrendered to sleep.

—Grrr…

Wrath trembled with clenched fists as he watched me sleeping peacefully.

—I can’t endure being toyed with by this human any longer! I’ll just die!

Wrath thrashed about, strangling his own neck and crying that he would die.

However, when I remained completely still, truly lost in sleep, he lay down beside me and closed his eyes.

—When you wake, you shall perish!

Wrath left those words behind as he crawled into my blanket and slowly closed his eyes.

Snore…

From the room where the human and the Demon Lord slept came only the sound of breathing, its rhythm as steady as that of a single sleeping person.

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“Mmm.”

Olga’s eyes snapped open urgently.

‘Where am I…?’

An elegant and immaculate ceiling came into view, one that had been meticulously maintained.

‘Is this my lodging?’

The familiar ceiling suggested she was in the guest room of the Annex Building where she had been staying.
She had collapsed in the Cultivation Chamber, yet she couldn’t fathom why she had awakened here.

‘Did Raon carry me here?’

Given the circumstances, that seemed to be the only logical answer.

‘Even in that state, he looked after me. That monster truly is a monster.’

Raon must have accumulated even more pain and exhaustion than she had. The fact that he had pushed his weary body to its limits and still cared for her until the very end was astonishing.

‘But why does my body feel so refreshed?’

Ever since her holy power had run rampant, she would wake each morning with severe headaches. Yet strangely, today her mind felt as clear as it had in childhood.

‘Has the treatment truly been completed?’

She had merely endured the pain, so she couldn’t know how the treatment had progressed.

The last thing she remembered was hearing Raon tell her she could sleep now, so she was curious whether the treatment had been successful.

‘I’ll understand everything once I meet Raon.’

Olga slowly tried to rise when her gaze fell upon her right arm, and she froze in place.

“What…?”

Her arm, which had appeared grotesque with tattoos carved into blackened, melted skin, now gleamed with a pristine light like that of a newborn child.

“What… what is this…?”

Olga’s eyes darted about in urgency.

“The black lines… they’re all gone?”

It wasn’t just her right arm. The scars and tattoos that had covered both her left and right legs had vanished entirely.

She rose hastily and looked in the mirror, only to find that even the wounds on her chest and back—the ones that had melted away most severely—had disappeared completely. It felt like a dream.

“Truly…?”

Olga knelt before the mirror, her trembling lips quivering.

‘Am I truly healed?’

What woman—what person—wouldn’t wish to appear beautiful and unblemished? She too had often longed to present herself as lovely as her age allowed.

Yet she had chosen a greater cause instead.

She had surrendered her appearance and her lifespan, dedicating herself solely to saving others, never imagining that what she had lost would ever return.

Pinch.

Olga pinched her own cheek with her fingers.

‘This isn’t a dream.’

This is truly my face.

My heart raced so violently I thought it might burst, seeing something I couldn’t even dream of become reality.
Shock and joy surged through me simultaneously, leaving me utterly speechless.

‘What’s truly astounding is my constitution.’

Ever since my body began to collapse, merely channeling holy power brought searing pain as if my flesh were tearing apart. Yet now, despite vast quantities of holy power coursing through me, I felt only refreshing coolness.

‘Should I try it?’

I summoned a tremendous amount of holy power and spread it across my palm. In the past, this would have caused agonizing pain as if my hand were melting away, but now I felt nothing but comfort.

“Ha, haha….”

I cradled my face with my hands wreathed in holy power.

‘He actually healed it.’

To be honest, when Raon said he could fix this constitution, I held no hope whatsoever. Though I trusted his abilities, I surpassed him in healing arts, so I had already accepted that this constitution—already abandoned by myself—was beyond cure.

I only followed him hoping to satisfy my benefactor, never imagining I would gain a new body.

‘How am I supposed to repay this debt?’

When I think about it, saving Montiro was merely repaying the debt I owed to Raon.

I couldn’t fathom what gift to give Raon, who accomplished in a single day what even the gods seemed incapable of.

“Wait….”

Did I even thank Raon properly?

Now that I thought about it, I must have collapsed immediately and failed to express my gratitude.

“Damn it!”

I sprang to my feet and rushed out of the room.

Thud.

I was about to rush toward Raon’s Room when Sylvia suddenly appeared in the corridor.

“Oh my?”

Sylvia’s eyes widened as she looked at me.

“Could you be the Saint?”
“Ah, yes….”

Olga stopped in her tracks and nodded.

“My goodness! I heard that Raon was treating you, but I never imagined you’d change so much!”

Sylvia let out a gentle laugh, saying she looked far more beautiful now.

“Now that I see you like this, you look younger than I expected. This is so much better.”

She nodded, remarking that she was incomparably more beautiful now.

“Th-thank you….”

Olga averted her gaze from Sylvia’s eyes. Though she was the mother of my benefactor, the very aura she emanated made her difficult to face.

“Where is Raon, then?”

Olga searched for Raon, saying she had something to tell him.

“Why are you looking for Raon?”
“I need his help….”

She bit her lip while looking down at her feet.

“I’ve received such tremendous help, but I don’t know what to do about it….”

Olga tugged at her violet hair, uncertain of what she should do after receiving such an enormous gift.

“It’s simple.”

Sylvia smiled and raised a finger.

“Just saying thank you should be enough.”
“Of course I’ll do that, but it feels too simple. What I received from Raon is beyond any price.”

The two supreme-grade elixirs were one thing, but restructuring one’s body using aura for twelve hours straight was not something anyone could accomplish. A mere expression of gratitude could never fully convey the depth of that kindness.

“Raon never thinks about compensation when helping someone.”

Sylvia shook her head and took Olga’s hand.

“Raon extended his hand because he considered the Saint his friend. A single word of thanks will be enough to satisfy him.”

She let out a soft laugh, speaking of how her son harbored no greed.

“Is that… truly the case?”

Even after hearing Sylvia’s words, Olga seemed troubled, biting her lip with concern.

“Of course.”

Sylvia nodded calmly.

“My son would never harbor such desires for repayment.”
“Mm…”

Olga grew even more moved by those words, lowering her head as her eyes reddened. She gazed at her now-restored arms and wept slowly.

“It’s alright.”

Sylvia gently embraced Olga.

It was a touching scene, but neither woman could hear the voice of a certain Demon Lord.

-Even if she’s his mother, I can’t tolerate this!

Wrath burst through the door and let out a furious cry.

-That pig has no greed? What in the world are you looking at! If that bastard Raon had been born in the Demon Realm, the master of Greed would have changed hands, no question about it!

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“Haaa…”

I stretched and opened my eyes.

‘It’s been so long since I slept so deeply.’

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep, but my body—heavy and exhausted since the war—now felt light as a feather. My depleted stamina and mental fortitude seemed completely restored.

‘You feel the same way, don’t you?’

I glanced at Wrath, who floated lazily in the air.

-I couldn’t sleep properly because of you, blast it!

Wrath raised his fist, his anger on full display.

‘You couldn’t sleep because of me?’
-You fed me that rubber bread right before bed! It was absolutely the worst!

He trembled, complaining that his mouth still smelled of rubber.

‘I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly back then.’
-If you weren’t thinking clearly twice more, the True Demon King would be dead!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, muttering that rubber bread would have been his epitaph.

‘Don’t be like that. From now on, I’ll get you something you like….’

I was smiling and reaching to pat Wrath’s head when I sensed a faint presence from the window.

Turning my gaze, I saw an elderly man with golden hair and red eyes watching me through the window.

“Head of House?”

The figure standing before the window was Glen Zigheart. He gestured for me to come out, then vanished.

‘Has he prepared everything already?’

I opened the window and stepped outside. I approached the Lakeside and stood beside Glen Zigheart.

“It seems you’ve just awakened. You’ve arrived at precisely the right moment.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly, as if he had only just arrived.

-The right moment, my ass. He’s been waiting this whole time.

Wrath shook his head, muttering that the old man was still spouting nonsense.

“These days, inspiration for new martial techniques doesn’t come to me as it once did. And the techniques I used in the past wouldn’t be of much help to you….”

Glen Zigheart smacked his lips briefly and handed over a thick manuscript. The title “Celestial Spear Thunder Blade” was written on it, and the fresh scent of ink suggested it had only recently been completed.

“It’s a martial technique that properly weaves together the fundamentals of the Celestial Spear Sword and the Thunderous Palm. You can use them together or separately.”

When Glen Zigheart had first transmitted the Thunderous Palm to me, he had explained it was a sword technique that harmonized with the Celestial Spear Sword. Now it seemed he had merged them entirely.

“Thank you.”

I accepted the Celestial Spear Thunder Blade and bowed to Glen Zigheart.

“Truly….”

Glen Zigheart had not only provided me with five treasures from Zigheart’s Treasury, but had also merged the Celestial Spear Sword and Thunderous Palm specifically for me.

Words of gratitude alone seemed insufficient to express the depth of my current feelings.

[You have obtained the desired martial technique.]
[The trait 【Greed】 activates.]
[All stats increase.]
[The value of the trait 【Greed】 rises.]

Since I had received the martial technique I desired, Greed had activated. I could feel my soul becoming slightly more resilient.

-I’m losing my mind. This wretch already gives me indigestion, and now he’s become even more insufferable!

Wrath’s eyes blazed with an intense azure flame as he struggled to contain himself any longer.

“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for me.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand dismissively, as though defeating the Black Tower Master was trivial in comparison.

“I had originally planned to demonstrate the Heavenly Thunder of Creation’s Palace, but since you look exhausted, it would be better to do that another time.”

He turned on his heel as if to take his leave.

“Wait, please.”

I raised my hand. Though it felt awkward to bring this up now, given how much Glen Zigheart had already done for me, there was something I absolutely had to say.

“I have a request for the Head of House.”
“A request? What might that be?”

Glen Zigheart nodded as though he would grant anything I asked.

“I wish to use the opportunity you gave me before.”

I met Glen Zigheart’s crimson gaze and clenched my fists.

“Please open the Chamber of Self for me.”

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