The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 977
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Chapter 977
“The Lizard Nest?”
Ogram tilted his head as he looked at Raon.
“What are you suddenly talking about?”
His thick brows furrowed like caterpillars, expressing his confusion.
“If you’re talking about lizards…”
Chamber gently chewed the candy she held in her mouth.
“You must be referring to the Dragon.”
She immediately grasped Raon’s meaning and narrowed her gaze.
“Correct.”
Raon nodded, making eye contact with the Five Emperors seated around the Round Table.
“Why would you touch the Dragon when you’re looking for Sama?”
King Lecross unfolded his arms, signaling that he needed an explanation.
“To explain this, I must first return to the time of the war with the Black Tower.”
Raon raised his finger, looking toward Chamber.
“As you well know, the demonic energy that bloomed from the Black Tower extended beyond dimensions and spread across this Continent.”
I created a chill with my fingertip and placed it upon the continental map floating above the Round Table. The Southern Region shimmered with a pale blue as if frozen.
“Demonic energy so vast that it would be no surprise if a Demon Lord had descended covered the Southern Region, yet the Dragon—supposedly the mediator of this world—was nowhere to be seen.”
I gazed at the frozen Southern Region with a furrowed brow.
“It was far different from when they would rush forward screaming about Demon Lords at the slightest wisp of demonic energy. In other words….”
I lowered my gaze toward the leaders of the Five Emperors, who listened intently without blinking.
“They must have known that the Black Tower was in Montiro.”
I nodded with conviction.
“Is that really true? How could those who must walk the middle path…?”
Ogram furrowed his brow as if unable to comprehend.
“If your words are true, then the Dragon has no right to bear the title of mediator!”
He clenched his fist with genuine fury, striking the table with audible force.
“Gwangpung Corps Commander. Can you take responsibility for those words?”
Lecross let out a low groan as he looked at me.
“This matter cannot be handled hastily. No matter what anyone says, the Dragon is the strongest race on the Continent.”
He tapped the Round Table with his finger, suggesting that we must be cautious about turning the Dragon into a complete enemy.
“I will vouch for the Room of Self’s words.”
Chamber nodded with her eyes closed.
“The dimensional gate leading to the Black Tower remained open continuously, and demonic energy poured forth from within, yet the Dragon never once revealed itself.”
She bit her lip while gazing at Montiro on the map.
“If those lizards, who sense demonic energy instinctively, remained still, the reason is obvious.”
Chamber sighed, as if it was time to accept the truth.
“You already know this, don’t you?”
I shook my head briefly.
“The Dragon has never maintained neutrality from the beginning. Even before the era of Sama, back when Oma ruled, they subtly took sides with them. If they had truly been faithful to their role as mediators, the Black Tower would have disappeared long ago.”
The Black Tower was a military organization created by drawing power not from the Continent, but from the Demon Realm.
The fact that they did nothing despite the thick demonic energy being scattered across the Continent proved their neutrality had been compromised for quite some time.
“Moreover, it doesn’t matter whether the Lizards knew the Black Tower was in Montiro. What’s certain is that they’ve built a close relationship with Sama.”
I nodded, affirming that the Dragon and Sama had indeed formed a temporary alliance.
“It’s an undeniable fact that the Dragon is the strongest race. But in the wars to come, rather than risk being stabbed in the back or struck in the side, I believe it’s right to eliminate them while we have the chance.”
I clenched my fist, saying we should deal with them now and leave no unnecessary future troubles.
“Then…”
Glen Zigheart raised his chin slightly.
“How many Dragons would you like us to eliminate?”
He opened his hand as if asking for a number.
“How many? That’s not it. Obviously…”
I shook my head firmly.
“All of them.”
I placed my hand on the blade of the Heavenly Sword, saying I didn’t want to leave a single Dragon that had abandoned neutrality alive.
“Huh…?”
King Lecross let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded.
“Y-you’re saying we kill all the Dragons?”
Xanthos also opened his mouth in shock.
“Now that’s refreshingly decisive!”
Ogram raised his fist, which was the size of a boulder, in agreement.
“Right. If we’re going to do it, we should do it properly!”
Chamber nodded without hesitation, pleased with the idea.
“Hmm, I’m not particularly drawn to Dragons, but….”
Once the Archangel finished speaking, Larian reverted to her true nature and lowered her voice. Judging by her earlier reaction, it seemed she had already dissected a Dragon before.
“Mm!”
Glen nodded broadly, clearly approving of Raon’s audacity.
“It’s the kind of thing even a Demon Lord wouldn’t attempt….”
Lecross smacked his lips briefly.
“Since you say you can do it, there’s no harm in trying.”
He raised his hand in agreement.
“However, we must not target everyone from the start.”
I shook my head while studying the continental map.
“Our objective is not merely to kill Dragons.”
“Right. We need to gather information about the Four Demons.”
Chamber immediately nodded in agreement.
“Yes. Dragons that have been sleeping in their Lairs for long periods won’t have information about the Four Demons. That’s why we must….”
I licked my lips while examining the continental map once more.
“Find Dragons that communicate with the outside world, even if they’re not human. The stronger and older, the better. That way, we can learn about the Dragon Lords and the Four Demons.”
The sleeping Dragons wouldn’t even know that Oma had become one of the Four Demons.
To obtain proper information, I needed to find one that was powerful and could earn the trust of the Dragon Lords.
“Unfortunately, I don’t know of any Dragon like that among those I’m acquainted with.”
Chamber clicked her tongue regretfully, wishing she could have been of more help.
“I-I don’t know of such a Dragon either….”
Larian raised her trembling hand, finding herself in the same predicament as Chamber.
“Of course I don’t!”
Ogram shook his head with confidence.
“Then let’s search for an ancient-tier Dragon that communicates with the outside world while we locate Sama’s position.”
Since we couldn’t find a path to Sama right now anyway, we concluded it was best to gather information slowly first.
“Good. We’ll gather as much information as we can on our end too.”
King Lecross picked up his pen, saying he would contact Owen immediately.
“Then it’s decided.”
Glen, refraining from voicing his opinion since Raon was his own grandson, nodded only after everyone had agreed. His expression was thoroughly satisfied.
“I’ll search for it as well.”
I nodded at the leaders of the Five Emperors. Since the Black Market’s information would be shared, I would need to reach out to my own contacts as well.
“As for the Dragon, we’ll handle it that way. But how do you plan to recover those who have been enchanted by Raphael?”
King Lecross narrowed his gaze with curiosity.
“I-I want to know too….”
Larian also asked to be told, her eyes gleaming with an eerie brilliance from within her robe.
“In fact, that’s just as important as this matter.”
Xanthos nodded, saying it was something that absolutely had to be resolved.
“Raphael enchanted people by infusing divine power into her warm voice. So I intend to use that method in reverse.”
I smiled faintly and brought my hands together before me.
“Use it in reverse?”
“Yes. I can erase divine power, and my subordinate has a better voice than Raphael. Perhaps….”
I gazed out the window and curled my lips upward.
“You’ll witness something quite amusing.”
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“Sigh….”
Aris Zigheart exhaled heavily as she gazed at the darkening sky.
“At this rate, I’ll die.”
Since Karun grew stronger every single day, facing him had become increasingly difficult.
The moment I let my guard down even slightly, his blade would reach my throat, and every sparring session sent chills down my spine.
‘I never knew he possessed such passion.’
I too was training with all my strength, driven by the desire to repay my debt to Raon, but Karun surpassed even that. He wielded his sword with his life on the line, day after day.
He was truly risking his life every single day, wielding his sword.
Karun originally wouldn’t even show himself sweating, insisting that the Direct Line of Zigheart had to be perfect, but now he was throwing everything away with only one desire—to become stronger, no matter what it took.
“Of course, talent is beyond that passion.”
Karun’s talent had bloomed late, yet it now surpassed everything.
Karun’s talent bloomed late, but it was surpassing everything.
‘If he continues training like this, he might actually catch up. He may not surpass Raon, but he could stand on equal footing.’
If Karun maintained his current training regimen, it seemed he could eventually reach the same level as Raon, even if he couldn’t exceed him.
‘Wait a minute! Now that I think about it… this is infuriating. Every single one of them was beneath me! I can’t lose like this… huh?’
Aris Zigheart muttered that she couldn’t accept defeat, then opened her eyes blankly.
“Why am I here?”
Walking aimlessly on legs drained of strength, she had somehow arrived near the Annex Building.
“Coming here so naturally… I must have been more exhausted than I thought.”
Aris Zigheart rubbed her aching shoulders and let out a hollow laugh.
‘Since I’m already at the Annex Building, I might as well visit the children.’
It had been quite some time since she last visited the Annex Building, so seeing everyone while she was here seemed like a good idea.
‘And grab some dinner too… wait?’
Aris Zigheart smiled as she entered the Garden of the Annex Building, but her eyes narrowed.
‘Denier?’
What was he doing here?
Denier stood before the Lake, now shrouded in darkness, gazing quietly at the Annex Building.
‘What is that light…?’
Around him, some indescribable hazy light flickered and vanished.
It was such a faint, mysterious luminescence that she wouldn’t have noticed it if it hadn’t been reflected on the Lake’s surface.
But there was something even stranger—the expression of Denier standing in reality seemed different from the expression of Denier reflected in the Lake.
“Denier!”
Aris approached Denier with her eyes narrowed.
“Sister.”
Denier bowed her head without the slightest hint of confusion.
“Have you finished your training?”
“What were you just doing?”
Aris spread her aura and examined the space around Denier, but sensed nothing unusual.
“Doing? What do you mean?”
Denier tilted her head as if confused by the question.
“I clearly saw strange light flickering around you.”
Aris nodded, insisting she had witnessed it with her own eyes.
“It was probably fireflies. I haven’t done anything.”
Denier raised both hands, claiming she had been standing perfectly still.
“But…”
Aris started to speak again but closed her mouth. After all, she sensed no unusual energy emanating from Denier.
“Are you really Denier?”
Aris regarded her with a low but heavy aura pressure.
“Then who else would I be?”
Denier shook her head, saying she disliked such strange games.
“Hmm…”
Aris examined Denier and twisted her lips in contemplation.
‘His physique, aura, and temperament—everything is identical.’
Even if someone claimed to be family, I wouldn’t trust them carelessly in my current state.
But standing before Denier now, I felt no sense of discord whatsoever.
“Do you remember the first gift I ever gave you?”
“A gift?”
Denier smiled and shook his head.
“Sister, you’ve never given me anything like that.”
He tilted his head as if confused by my question.
“Right, that’s true.”
I touched the back of my head and averted my gaze.
‘It’s definitely Denier. There’s no sense of alienation.’
But that light I saw earlier troubles me.
I sensed no malevolent energy or ill intent, yet after what happened with Seif, I wanted to verify.
“What were you doing here?”
I narrowed my eyes while surveying the surroundings.
“The Head of House and the master of Gwangpung Hall have gone to the Five Emperors’ conference, and since you and my older brother are focused on training, I’ve been patrolling Zigheart.”
Denier nodded calmly, explaining that he was simply doing what he could.
“Hmm….”
I narrowed my eyes. By his account, since all the transcendents were occupied, his patrol of the outer areas wasn’t particularly unusual.
“You….”
As I parted my lips to speak again, the door behind the Annex Building opened.
“Aunt!”
Sia, with a wooden sword at her waist, waved both hands toward Aris Zigheart.
“Sia?”
Aris Zigheart embraced the approaching Sia and let out a soft sigh. It seemed her loud voice from moments ago had drawn Sia out from inside.
“Sister, brother?”
Sylvia followed behind Sia, her eyes widening in surprise.
“What brings you both here?”
She smiled warmly and bowed her head.
“My feet just happened to wander this way…”
Aris Zigheart scratched the back of her head, admitting she hadn’t planned to come.
“I was on patrol.”
Denier offered Sylvia the same explanation.
“Ah, then please come inside for some tea. Helen baked some delicious pastries this afternoon.”
Sylvia raised her hand, inviting Aris Zigheart and Denier to enter.
“Well, perhaps…”
Aris Zigheart, realizing the moment had already been disrupted, lowered her hand.
“No, I should decline. I still have places I need to return to.”
Denier shook his head, saying he had confirmed everyone was well, so he should take his leave.
“Wait just a moment!”
Sylvia told them to stay, then entered the Annex Building and returned with a small cloth bundle.
“I packed some sweets for you. Please enjoy them on your way.”
She smiled and extended the hand holding the cloth bundle toward him.
“…Thank you.”
Denier accepted the bundle of sweets with a faint smile.
“Not at all. Safe travels.”
Sylvia shook her head with a smile.
“Sister, you should go inside.”
She nodded toward Aris Zigheart, mentioning that she had prepared tea.
“Right. Just a moment.”
Aris Zigheart gave a brief nod and stepped closer to Denier.
“Denier.”
She gazed into his serene eyes and parted her lips.
“One last question. Your path leads toward Zigheart, doesn’t it?”
“Of course.”
Denier nodded without the slightest hesitation.
“In the past and now, I have always thought only of Zigheart.”
He nodded reassuringly and vanished into the darkness of Bekmang Mountain.
“….”
Aris Zigheart’s eyes narrowed as she gazed after the path where Denier had disappeared.
‘He is certainly different from Seif.’
When Seif had struck me, I felt something off, yet in that fleeting moment, my unwillingness to suspect my own son left me vulnerable to the blade.
But now, facing Denier, I sensed no discord, no wrongness whatsoever.
‘Trust, then….’
Aris gazed at the crescent moon sliced clean by the sword’s edge, then stepped into the Annex Building where warmth bloomed in the air.
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“I can’t! No, I won’t!”
Olga shook both hands vigorously, refusing outright.
“What kind of wretched song is that!”
She declared she would sooner sing a love ballad than perform such a thing, and knocked over her chair as she stood.
-That reckless fool’s ears are broken too!
Wrath ground his teeth, watching Olga’s flushed cheeks.
-How dare she disrespect a song praising the True Demon King!
He snorted derisively, muttering that she possessed no artistic sensibility whatsoever.
“Sister….”
Yua reached out gently and took Olga’s hand.
“Please do this with me. We need to save people.
Her eyes gleamed with feline warmth as she asked Olga to join her, knowing full well her reluctance.
“That’s right. Just as you saved me, please save others too.”
Lencia also asked, grasping Olga’s opposite hand.
“Ugh….”
Olga squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them and nodded weakly.
“Fine.”
She slumped her shoulders in resignation.
“Then let’s begin again.”
I opened my lips as I looked at Olga, who had settled back into her seat.
“Feeling the glimmering shining, entering into the darkness’s dark, the frigid ice’s….”
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Olga clutched her head and screamed upon hearing the lyrics.
“Who in the world created that damned song!”
She opened the window, crying out that she was going mad.
-Here we go again!
Wrath’s eyes blazed with blue fury.
-How pitiful that wretched ear doesn’t appreciate such a magnificent song!
He shook his head, declaring that Olga had no talent for music.
“Just try singing along. It will definitely have an effect.”
I waved my hand and recited the lyrics once more.
‘There’s no way it won’t work.’
That song was one of the Demon Lords’ hymns of praise for Wrath.
If I provided the power of Wrath and Yua and Olga sang, I could restore the minds of those enchanted by Raphael to their original state.
“Sha, shining…. Darkness… dark….”
Olga began reciting the lyrics with trembling lips. It seemed she was forcing herself to find strength for Yua and Lencia.
‘But who really made this?’
I glanced at Wrath and tilted my chin.
‘Honestly, it’s kind of childish….’
-Who made it? The True Demon King made it!
Wrath puffed out his chest, naturally claiming he had created it.
‘…That explains it.’
I shook my head side to side.
-Wh, what explains it? What does that mean?
‘Nothing in particular.’
-Speak plainly!
‘I’m telling you, it’s nothing.’
I was waving my hand to evade Wrath when—
Tap-tap-tap.
A white swallow was tapping at the window. It was an urgent message from the Bi-Yeon Society.
‘Why is this…’
I swallowed dryly and received the letter, unfolding it.
-What does it say?
Wrath poked his head in curiously.
‘It seems I won’t need to wait much longer.’
Raon savored the letter, licking his lips.
‘It seems I’ve found the first Lizard Nest worth visiting.’
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