The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 979

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Chapter 979

“Kahahaha!”

Ogram looked up at me and burst into laughter so thunderous the ground seemed to tremble.

“Of course it’s you, Raon! You actually pulled off the impossible!”

He nodded vigorously, declaring the results exceeded even his expectations.

“Hah….”

King Lecross exhaled softly as he surveyed the Royal Capital, now brimming with vitality once more.

“To think you restored everyone’s minds….”

He examined the people one by one, their eyes now gleaming with clarity, and his jaw trembled faintly.

“That’s not even the full extent of it.”

Xanthos swallowed hard and pressed his hand to his ear.

“He said he would save those bewitched by the Archangel, yet instead he made them sing his praises. I never imagined such a thing was possible….”

He stared blankly at the citizens of Valcar singing hymns of Wrath’s glory.

“How is this even possible?”

Xanthos wrinkled the bridge of his nose, unable to believe what he’d witnessed with his own eyes.

“It’s almost unbelievable even when you see it.”

Chamber smiled faintly in agreement.

“I never imagined such childish lyrics could become music that stirs the soul.”

She nodded, acknowledging that while the lyrics remained juvenile, the melody made them irresistible to sing along with.

“It’s possible without magic… I want to dissect… to examine it…”

Larian clasped her hands together and licked her lips with an unsettling expression, her sincerity unmistakable.

“Uh…?”
“What did you just say…?”

Ogram and King Lecross turned to look at Larian with startled eyes.

“This crazy woman really…”

Chamber bit her lip in disbelief.

“If you touch those guys, you die too? You know that, right?”

She bared her teeth, sucking on a candy as she made it absolutely clear not to do it.

“No, no… it’s a song. Not a person, but a song…”

Larian shook her head, saying she wanted to unravel that song—the one that lifted Raphael’s enchantment and instead imparted vitality.

“Khuhuung!”

Glen simply beamed with joy at Raon’s accomplishments, his lips trembling as he stretched into a long smile, regardless of what anyone said beside him.
He was displaying the very image of an unrestrained grandfather.

“I told you—if you trust him, he shows you what he’s got.”

Burren dusted off his hands, saying he harbored not a shred of doubt.

“But I don’t want to sing that song…”

Martha shook her head, saying she’d rather die than sing that song herself.

“Me too…”

Lunan also squeezed his eyes shut, saying that song was too difficult. It was truly rare for these two, who fought whenever their eyes met, to share the same sentiment.

“I’ve also served Raon for a very long time, but that song is a bit…”

Even Dorian couldn’t bring himself to sing Wrath’s hymn of praise and pulled out earplugs from his pocket to block his ears.

“It certainly seems like the kind of thing that divides opinion.”

Even Mark Goeten, who regarded Raon as his mentor, let out a low groan.

“Huh? Isn’t the song good? The more I listen to it, the better the lyrics seem?”

Crain tilted his head, saying that both the song and the lyrics had grown on him.

“….”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall blinked blankly when Crain, who usually contradicted Raon the most, openly admitted he liked it.

“…I can’t remain idle like this.”

Ogram’s eyes grew grave as he clenched his fists.

“What do you mean by that, sir?”

King Lecross narrowed his eyes as he looked at Ogram.

“Raon is throwing himself into action for the Five Emperors. It was the same during the Black Tower war, and it’s the same today. Yet I’ve been idly recovering my strength under the pretense of danger.”

Ogram slapped his own cheek as if disgusted with himself.

“I’ve resolved to restore my power by any means necessary. I can’t keep relying on that young one forever.”

He bit his lip, determined to attempt various trials even if it meant using sorcery that would shock his soul.

“I want to tell him ‘don’t do such reckless things and just stay put’….”

Chamber shook her head while chewing the candy in her mouth.

“But I can’t say that. I’ve been having similar thoughts myself.”

She clenched her teeth, thinking that she couldn’t waste time idly when Raon was putting in such effort—enough to compose a song like that.

“I’ll try to heal the wounds in my Upper Dantian as quickly as possible. I should search for forbidden alchemy techniques too. I don’t want to see Raon die.”

Chamber nodded, saying she wanted to recover her strength not for her own life, but for Raon.

“So you help too.”

She gestured toward Larian with a flick of her chin.

“Wait, you’re really asking me?”

Larian’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes.”

Chamber exhaled sharply and lowered her brows.

“Then if you die, it’s not my responsibility?”

Larian curled her crimson lips and drew forth a chilling gaze. Her demeanor seemed to shift once more as something intriguing emerged.

“Sword Master Raon Zigheart. I once thought his epithet premature, yet he appears to possess even greater depth than I anticipated. His caliber differs markedly from those I have encountered thus far.”

Xanthos nodded, acknowledging that he could not help but recognize Raon.

“Kkhehehem!”

Glen covered his mouth and let out a series of dry coughs, as if proud of Raon for even changing the thoughts of the Five Emperors.

But she couldn’t hide her cheeks and earlobes, which had flushed as if about to burst into flames.

“Indeed, the Head of House is always happiest when it concerns Young Master Raon.”
“The person who makes the Head of House happiest is indeed young master Raon.”

Sheryl and Roen smiled faintly at the sight.

Phew.

Unlike the Royal Capital where a grand military march echoing through heaven and earth resounded, beneath the Royal Castle, firm conviction was blooming together with warm laughter.

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-Damn it!
‘Be quiet.’

I pushed Wrath, who was spewing curses, to the back of my mind and checked the message again.

[The Demon King’s Hymn has spread across the Continent.]
[All stats increase by 10 points.]
[The war song 【Hymn of the Demon King】 is created.]
[The trait 【Light Resistance】 has increased in rank.]
[The trait 【Authority Operation】 has increased in rank.]

‘Not only did all my stats rise, but Authority Operation and Light Resistance also leveled up.’

Was it because I erased Raphael’s divine power?

Since I had used Wrath’s authority to erase Raphael’s divine power, it seemed that these two traits had also increased in rank.

‘Should I check the contents of the Hymn of the Demon King?’

【Hymn of the Demon King】
A song that praises the Demon King of Wrath. Originally a childish tune that no one sang, but thanks to a singer and director of unparalleled talent, it was resurrected as a war song of tremendous power.

Those who sing before the Demon King of Wrath gain resistance to divine power for one hour and experience increases in physical ability and mental strength.

‘Heh…’

I let out a hollow laugh after reading the description of the war song 【Hymn of the Demon King】.

‘Is this real?’

In truth, even if one sang a war song, morale would only rise slightly—no physical changes would occur.

But the Hymn of the Demon King actually enhanced physical ability and mental strength, and even granted resistance to divine power.

‘And for a whole hour at that.’

There was a restriction that it had to be sung in Wrath’s presence, but an hour of sustained effect was a cheat ability beyond all reason.

-Nobody sings such a childish song! This guy, seriously!

Wrath ground his teeth so hard they made a crunching sound as he read the first stanza of the Demon King’s Hymn.

‘Calm down. In the end, it means your song is good.’

I patted Wrath’s head as his face flushed crimson.

-Ugh….

Wrath let out a low groan while clutching his head.

-S-Still, the ability itself is fitting for a song praising the True Demon King. If it had been any worse, I would have truly sought it out!

He seemed pleased with the aspect that it wasn’t just he who grew stronger, but everyone in Gwangpung Hall could become stronger through this song.

-Sigh, my feelings are strange.

Wrath shook his head, saying he felt both good and bad at the same time.

‘That makes sense.’

I chuckled and nodded in agreement.

‘Your song is being sung and everyone in Gwangpung Hall is growing stronger, which is good, but you hate that I’m gaining benefits from it… hmm?’

I was waving my hand at Wrath when I narrowed my eyes.

‘What is this?’

The more people followed along with Yua and Olga’s song, the more my soul seemed to surge powerfully. It wasn’t simply due to the effects of the war song.

‘Could it be….’

Is the grade of my soul growing?

As people sang the Demon King’s Hymn, the grade of my soul rose higher, and my Mental World expanded.

My soul was growing, bit by bit, though not by leaps and bounds.

‘Could it be…?’

I gazed down at the Royal Capital and swallowed hard.

‘Is this the effect of people singing Wrath’s hymn of praise?’

When I thought about it, there was no other explanation. Wrath’s hymn of praise was influencing this world, and my soul and mental image were growing as a result.

-No, no, noooooo!

Wrath, sensing his own transformation, rushed toward me.

-Why is your soul growing when they’re praising the True Demon King?!

He shrieked that it made no sense.

-This damn… wait?

Wrath ground his teeth so hard they nearly broke before his eyes widened in surprise.

-It’s coming to me too, you fool!

He nodded, realizing that the emotions transmitted through the hymn of praise were reaching his own soul.

-Yes! This is how it should be! This is right!

Wrath vigorously nodded his head, convinced that he was the one who should be growing stronger.

‘Hmm, but it seems like I’m getting more than him…’

I compared the energy reaching Wrath with what I was obtaining and shook my head.

-That’s why! Why are you taking more than me?! No, the fact that you’re taking anything at all doesn’t make sense!

Wrath narrowed his eyes, demanding why I was benefiting from a song praising him.

‘Am I your master, so we eat together?’
-Who’s the master! You crazy bastard!
‘No, I’m the one providing the food…’
-Shut up!

Wrath growled, telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

‘Just kidding.’

I shook my head as I reread the description of the Demon Lords’ Hymn.

‘It’s because I served as the medium to convey your song. Honestly, it was a song no one else would have sung.’
-Hmm…

Wrath rolled his eyes, unable to refute that point.

-You’re right. Without you, such a song would never have been created.

He nodded, conceding the point.

‘It wasn’t just me. I couldn’t have even attempted this without those two.’

I bowed my head to Olga and Yua, who were slowly opening their eyes after finishing the song.

Even after the two of them had stopped singing, the Demon Lords’ Hymn continued to resound throughout the Royal Capital, nurturing my soul.

Without Yua and Olga’s participation, I could never have obtained such a reward. I sent my heartfelt gratitude from the depths of my heart.

-You say that, but you’ll just walk away empty-handed.

Wrath snorted, seeing right through me.

‘Of course I have to give them a reward.’

I shook my head with a smile.

‘Whatever you want.’

I pledged to grant them anything they truly desired, and applauded Yua and Olga as they returned.

“Young Master!”

Yua smiled brightly, as if asking whether she had done well.

“Ugh!”

Meanwhile, Olga ground her teeth, her complexion darkened like death itself.

“Just let me hit you once.”

She descended into the reckless Saint of her past, shrieking as she charged forward.

‘Huh?’
-You can’t dodge!

As I tried to evade, Wrath twisted his mouth into a wicked grin.

-You promised to grant wishes!

Wrath gestured for me to stop and shook his head.

-Just take the hit, you bastard!

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I descended from the tower after erasing all traces of Raphael’s presence that remained in the Valcar Royal Capital.

“It’s all finished. After a day of rest, everyone will be fine.”

I waved my hand, telling them there was no need to worry anymore.

“You worked hard! Well done!”
“Better results than expected. I didn’t think you could heal everyone at once.”

Ogram and King Lecross nodded in agreement.

“You really can do anything. Are you not a Mage?”

Chamber let out a hollow laugh as if bewildered, tapping her own arm.

“N-no, could you record the song?”

Larian licked her lips, hoping to hear the song once more.

“I’m afraid if I perform it again, I might not survive.”

I shrugged, pointing to my forehead and eye sockets where Olga’s fist marks still lingered.

“Well done.”

Glen gripped my shoulder, his voice trembling with intense excitement. His hands were shaking as well.

“No, sir.”

I shook my head, saying it wasn’t my doing but rather the strength of Yua and Olga.

“Now we can truly enjoy the Festival.”

Chamber pulled out a new candy, suggesting they enjoy the Festival until tomorrow and then wrap it up.

“I’m afraid we must depart first.”

I shook my head and raised my hand.

“Someone I know has found a Dragon, so I need to return immediately.”

I nodded, mentioning that an urgent letter had arrived from Zigheart.

“Already?”
“So soon?”
“We haven’t even found anything at the Black Market yet?”

The leaders of the Five Emperors widened their eyes in disbelief.

“Yes. If I hadn’t known, there would be nothing I could do, but now that I’m aware, I must move immediately.”

I shook my head, saying there wasn’t much time.

“Now I understand how you became so powerful at such a young age.”

Xanthos smiled faintly, finally comprehending my strength and accomplishments.

“Yes, I understand.”

King Lecross patted my shoulder, acknowledging my hardship.

“When we meet next time, return to me as an adult I won’t be ashamed of.”

He waved his hand, saying we should meet after he had fully recovered from his injuries.

“I’ll emerge after I’ve purged every last bit of this damned curse.”

Ogram smiled refreshingly, saying we could meet again if he didn’t die.

“Yes, I shouldn’t show my junior any more shameful displays.”

Chamber nodded heavily, as if she too had been thinking deeply about it.

“When we meet next time, it will be after I’ve healed all the wounds in my Upper Dantian.”

She clenched her small fist, determined to recover her strength by any means.

“I look forward to it.”

I smiled and bowed to the leaders of the Five Emperors. I felt a small joy knowing that my actions had influenced them.

“I’ll stay behind. I need to remain until the event concludes.”

Glen nodded, telling me to leave first. His cheeks flushed with evident delight as he wore an elongated smile.

“Unfortunately, I’ll have to send you off right away.”

Chamber snapped her fingers, and a blue-tinted dimensional rift opened just as it had when we arrived at the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Enter that portal, and you’ll arrive at the Patriarch’s Hall.”

She waved her hand, saying she would see me next time.

“Yes, then.”

I bowed once more to the leaders of the Five Emperors before gesturing to the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“Let’s go.”
“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen followed me toward the dimensional gate, their eyes gleaming with pride in Zigheart.

‘….’

I turned back before entering the dimensional gate.

‘By now, the news should have reached you. What kind of expression do you have on your face?’

I gazed up at the sky above Valcar where the Archangel Raphael had descended, twisting my lips into a smile.

‘Derus Robert.’

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