The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 978

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Chapter 978

“Then the person who sent this….”

As I read the letter that had arrived from the Bi-Yeon Society, Wrath’s hymn of praise that had been echoing through the room abruptly ceased.

“W-what letter?”

Olga crawled out from the prison between Yua and Lencia, making her way to my side. She must have truly despised singing, seizing even this brief opening to escape.

“Did I explain the contents of the meeting to you?”

I nodded, asking if she remembered well.

“Yes. You said we’d start by touching the Dragon Lord’s Lair to draw out the Four Demons.”

Olga nodded, confirming she remembered naturally.

“That’s the part.”

I stroked the head of the white swallow that had brought the letter, smiling faintly.

“The dragon we need to find first must be strong enough to earn the Dragon Lord’s trust while also being capable of external activities. It seems we’ve found one that fits those conditions perfectly.”

I turned the letter over and showed it to Olga.

[I know a dragon that matches your requirements exactly. Come to Mirtan Village once you return. -Balkan.]

The Bi-Yeon Society had sent the letter itself as priority mail, but the contents were written by Balkan, a Continental Master Craftsman.

“Balkan….”
“He’s the master blacksmith of Zigheart. The Continental Master Craftsman who forged my sword.”

I grasped the Heavenly Sword, which transmitted a weighty sensation, and savored the moment.

“I know.”

Olga let out a low groan upon seeing the Heavenly Sword.

“She’s renowned even among the Continental Master Craftsmen. After all, she forged the Thundergod’s Blade.”

Olga nodded, acknowledging that Olga was known as the master craftsman who had created Glen Zigheart’s Divine Heavenly Sword, the strongest on the Continent.

“However, it doesn’t seem like Valcar knows information about the Dragon we’re searching for.”

I narrowed my eyes as I read the letter again.

“What do you mean by that?”

Yua blinked, not understanding the meaning.

“Looking at the letter’s contents, it says ‘So you know about the Dragon.’ That phrasing means someone else knows about it, not him personally.”

It was clear that Valcar hadn’t discovered information about the Dragon himself, but rather had found someone who possessed that knowledge.

“Ah, I see!”

Yua nodded in agreement after reading it again.

“I wonder who that person is? It must be one of the master craftsmen.”

She tilted her head curiously. As a swordmaster of Gwangpung Hall, she seemed eager to gather as much information as possible before facing the Dragon.

“I have a rough idea who it might be.”

I folded the letter and smacked my lips briefly.

‘It’s probably Borgos.’

The master craftsmen of Mirtan Village were born and raised there, protected by Zigheart, so they would have no reason to encounter Dragons.

The person most likely to know about the Dragon I was searching for was obviously Borgos, the leader of the Gray Hammer Clan who had come from outside.

‘What kind of lizard could it be?’

I had already identified the locations of all the Dragons known to exist in the Human Realm through the Black Market.

Since none of the candidates matched the conditions, it seemed like the creature was hiding somewhere and moving in secret.

-A Dragon, then….

Wrath stared at the letter blankly and slowly opened his mouth.

-What color would it be? A plump red? A refreshing blue? A salty gold? Doesn’t matter—I want to eat roasted whole dragon no matter what!

Saliva dripped from his mouth as if a roasted dragon was already being cooked right before his eyes.

‘Sigh….’

I couldn’t believe that a hymn of praise existed for such a Demon Lord, and a sigh escaped me involuntarily.

‘Wait, he made it himself, didn’t he?’

Either way, those under Wrath must have lived difficult lives.

“W-We should hurry and go!”

Olga nodded vigorously, urging us to return to Zigheart immediately.

“No.”

I grabbed Olga’s wrist as she tried to turn and flee.

“We need to settle this first. The Dragon won’t suddenly run away.”

I told her to prepare herself and pulled her back into place.

“Damn it! Curse it!”

Olga bit her lip with a face as dark as coal, as if she’d rather die. The childish lyrics seemed to have driven her half-mad.

“I know it’s difficult, but we have no choice.”

Two more days had passed since the final meeting ended. I couldn’t keep people bound any longer, so I had to complete the song as quickly as possible and erase the divine power Raphael had left behind.

-If you don’t like it, don’t sing it!

Wrath’s shoulders trembled as if he had been gravely insulted.

-Others are desperate to sing it!
‘Who’s desperate to sing it?’

I tilted my head, studying Wrath. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t imagine any demon being disappointed about not being able to sing that song.

-W-well, there are some, you know!

Wrath shook his head insistently, claiming there absolutely were. Even the Demon Lord seemed to be lying at times like this.

“Siiigh….”

Olga exhaled a heavy sigh and lifted her head.

“Fine, let’s do it. I have no choice.”

She seemed to have accepted her fate and plopped down beside Yua.

“Don’t worry! I’ll make sure you never forget the lyrics!”

Yua raised both fists, declaring that once she memorized the lyrics, she would never forget them.

“I’ll cheer you on!”

Lencia massaged Olga’s shoulders, encouraging her to do her best.

“Y-yes, thank you. But I really don’t want to remember this….”

Olga shook her head, saying she wanted to forget everything the moment this was over.

“Then from the beginning! Feeling the glittering shining, entering into the darkness’s dark, the freezing ice….”

Yua began again, reciting the lyrics to Wrath’s hymn of praise.

“U-ugh! F-feeling the glittering shining, entering into the darkness’s dark….”

Olga bit her lips but didn’t flee, beginning to memorize the lyrics to Wrath’s hymn of praise.

“I’ve… I’ve memorized it all.”

She seemed unwilling to listen further, so she recited the lyrics immediately and raised her hand.

“Now that you’ve memorized everything, let me teach you the song.”

Yua stood up from her seat, signaling that the real beginning was about to start.

“Sparkling shining….”

The moment she infused melody into those childish lyrics, the atmosphere in the room—which had been filled with suppressed laughter—transformed.

Whoooosh.

A soft blue light blossomed around Yua, enveloping her entirely. From her hair to her toes, it seemed as though blue forget-me-not petals were dancing in the air.

“Huh…?”

Olga relaxed the frown she had been holding and dropped her jaw in astonishment. Her expression was one of utter disbelief.

“Wow!”

Lencia gasped, her mouth falling open at the sight of Yua shimmering with blue light.

‘As expected….’

I clenched my fists as I listened to Yua’s song, which seemed to melt away the tension in my chest.

‘Yua’s talent is real.’

She had always been gifted in music, but under Roen’s instruction, she had now become capable of infusing any song with profound emotion.

-Not just emotion.

Wrath exhaled in exasperation.

-The pineapple girl has grasped the true meaning embedded in the True Demon King’s hymn of praise!

He trembled, bewildered at how she possessed such talent.

‘It’s a bit frustrating that she’s singing Wrath’s hymn of all things….’

I clenched my fists as I watched Yua singing with evident joy.

‘I don’t even need to see the results to know this will succeed.’

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The next day.
Countless people had gathered in the Valcar Royal Capital, their gazes fixed upon the empty sky.

Their pupils were vacant and hollow, as if drained of all thought—every one of them had fallen under Raphael’s enchantment.

“I’m not certain this will work.”

King Lecross let out a low murmur as he observed the masses gathered in the royal capital.

“When I heard the song earlier, the lyrics seemed rather… rather strange.”

He scratched his cheek, noting the lyrics were difficult to comprehend.

“Strange? I actually think it’s great because it’s easy to understand!”

Ogram nodded vigorously, saying he was pleased.

“To be honest, it wasn’t good. Anyway, you said it was simple.”

Chamber let out a short sigh, acknowledging that the lyrics were indeed strange.

“A song that affects the mind would need to have important lyrics too…”

Larian gazed at the Royal Castle while smacking her lips deeply. Though she was usually listless, she seemed full of interest in matters like this.

“For now, let’s watch over him with warm eyes. After all, the Room of Self has never disappointed us.”

Xanthos shook his head, saying that since things had already come to this point, it made little difference whether he moved before or after everything fell apart.

“A commendable attitude.”

Glen Zigheart patted Xanthos on the shoulder, seemingly the only one pleased with what he had said.

“Since we’ve come this far, we have no choice but to trust Raon. Besides, I can’t sever Raphael’s enchantment from all of their souls.”

Glen Zigheart spoke of trusting Raon while his hands trembled inside his sleeves. Despite his words, he seemed filled with worry.

“It’s true that the Room of Self has friends who place unconditional trust in him.”

King Lecross gestured with his chin toward Glen Zigheart’s right.

“What other way will he surprise us?”

Burren Zigheart licked his lips in anticipation.

“Since the Celestial Race made a mess of things, he’s not suddenly going to summon a Demon Lord, is he?”

Martha wrung her hands, saying that a Demon Lord’s descent could actually happen.

“What about a Rakshasa descent…?”

Lunan Slion blinked, suggesting that Martha could just fly there herself.

“Shut your mouth, you bastard!”

Martha’s expression hardened as if her good mood had never existed, and she lunged at Lunan Slion.

“There they go again…”
“Right? They’re like sisters who grew up together now.”

Dorian and Crain shook their heads as they watched Martha and Lunan Slion exchange blows with clenched fists.

“Will he return immediately after restoring the people?”
“Perhaps.”
“Then another training hell awaits us.”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen—not just the executives—harbored no concerns about me. They spoke only of what would come after my return. It meant they trusted me completely.

“Watching those children, I find myself believing in the Master of Gwangpung Hall as well.”

King Lecross smiled deeply, sensing a trust that ran deeper than life itself.

“Everything’s fine, but how much longer do we have to wait?”

Just as Ogram yawned widely in boredom, Olga, Yua, and I ascended the tower erected at the center of the Royal Castle.

“He’s here!”
“The Master of Gwangpung Hall has arrived!”
“Now it begins.”
“What has the Sword Master prepared?”

The crowd gazed toward the tower’s summit where I stood, their eyes mingling anticipation with doubt.

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“Let’s begin.”

I nodded with a smile, and Yua and Olga stepped toward the tower’s edge.

“I’ll trust only you.”

Olga gazed at Yua with warm eyes, her expression conveying absolute faith without a shred of doubt.

“I’ll trust you too, sister!”

Yua shook her clenched fist lightly, her voice steady with determination.

“Then.”
“Yes.”

Yua and Olga closed their eyes, their palms pressed together as if offering a prayer to the divine.

[Aaaaaaaah.]

Olga began it. She spread sacred melodies with a voice infused with holy power, as if praising a god.

[Aaaaaaaah!]

Yua’s deeper voice followed. Her voice, naturally more beautiful than anyone else’s, extended forth wrapped in the ferocity of a battlefield warrior.

The reverent hymn, as if a choir had been gathered, and the fierce chant that seemed to surge with military spirit harmonized as though they were originally one song.

[Feeling the glittering shine, entering into the dark’s depths, the chill of ice….]

Yua’s soprano pierced the heavens, while Olga’s weighty contralto supported from below, elevating the song’s perfection to its zenith.

‘Now it’s my turn.’

I exhaled sharply and unleashed the ring of fire, Glacsia, and the power of Wrath.

Whoooooosh!

The emotion of wrath blooming through Glacsia’s frost seeped between Olga and Yua’s melodies, igniting a deep blue light.

Fwoooooosh!

Eight wings woven from frost feathers blossomed behind Olga and Yua’s backs.

Above their shoulders, a radiance no less brilliant than Raphael’s own bloomed, forming the shape of an archangel.

Olga and Yua’s voices grew ever more enchanting, spreading not just throughout the Royal Castle, but across the entire Valcar Royal Capital.

Kuuuuuuung!

The Demon Lords’ hymn exploded like the sound of a drum from the high mountain’s north, right where the Archangel Raphael had enchanted the people.

[The wind’s breeze touches the sky’s expanse….]

Thanks to the beautiful harmony of Yua and Olga and the performance I had created, even the childish lyrics moved people’s hearts like poetry the world had never seen before.

-This… this is the True Demon King’s song?

Wrath’s eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe it himself.

-Is this real? Can this actually work? Is it working?

Even the creator of the song seemed astounded, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

‘Hmm.’

I stood dazed for a moment before shaking my head.

‘I almost fell under the spell of the song myself.’

Yua and Olga’s aria was so enchanting that even I, who had supported them, nearly succumbed to its allure.
If I had remained entranced, I would have found myself unknowingly praising Wrath.

‘Let me concentrate my power a bit more.’

Thanks to Yua and Olga maintaining a perfect harmony, the song’s perfection had grown even greater. Now, if I could just maintain my focus, I could achieve results beyond my expectations.

Whoooooosh!

I channeled deeper wrath and Glacsia to support Olga and Yua’s song.

Their voices descended upon the people’s heads, carrying a refreshing yet tender light as if absolute magic beyond transcendence itself had been woven into them.

Ching!

As the Demon King’s hymn of praise was completed at the center of the Human Realm, blue light began to shimmer in the vacant eyes of those who had been entranced by Raphael.

-It really worked!

Wrath clenched his fists as he watched the people regaining their senses and shaking their heads.

-At last, the True Demon King’s song spreads throughout the Human Realm! It will surely become a trend!

He grinned widely with satisfaction.

‘I’m not entirely pleased with it, but what can I do…hmm?’

I sighed as I watched Wrath, delighted by his own performance, but my eyes narrowed with suspicion.

‘What is this?’

The crowd opened their mouths in unison, as if they had all heard Wrath’s words.

[Feeling the glittering shine, entering into the darkness’s dark, the chill of ice….]

The entire crowd began singing Wrath’s hymn in chorus.

But because everyone opened their mouths together, unlike when Olga and Yua sang, it didn’t feel like a hymn—instead, it resonated like a war chant, shaking both earth and sky with tremendous force.

-That’s it!

Wrath gasped for breath and raised both fists into the air.

-Yes! Let it ring out even louder! The True Demon King’s song must be sung with this much power….

It was as Wrath laughed and shook his fists.

[The Demon Lord’s Hymn has spread across the Continent.]
[All stats increase by 20 points.]
[War Chant 【Praise of the Demon Lord】 has been created.]
[A trait has…..]

Reward messages for spreading Wrath’s hymn appeared immediately.

-What….

Wrath blinked in disbelief, then let out a scream.

-Don’t post this!

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