The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 999

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Chapter 999

“Mother….”

Evelyn called out to Cella with a voice as hollow as a deflated balloon, her throat choked with blood flowing from within.

“Yes, my daughter.”

Cella smiled gently, as though that alone brought her contentment.
Yet despite that smile, her complexion darkened rapidly. A final glimmer before the end. Death had already crept to her back.

“Evelyn.”

Cella wiped the blood from her hands onto her sleeve, then touched Evelyn’s violet hair.

“You won’t remember, but when you first used magic, you hurt a child standing beside you. That trauma lingered in your mind, which is why you couldn’t use magic.”

She smiled faintly, saying that it was her kind heart that prevented her from using magic.

“Even if you cannot use magic, you are Para, and you are my daughter.”

Cella embraced Evelyn with trembling hands.

“Mother. I’m sorry. I’ve been so….”

Evelyn closed her eyes, blaming herself as though all of this were her fault.

“None of this is your fault. Still….”

Cella shook her head, then raised a finger.

“If you want to marry a good man, you’ll need to be a bit quicker in your actions.”

She playfully poked Evelyn’s cheek with her finger.

“M-marriage….”
“This is the last request your mother will make. Forget about today. Leave this place far behind, marry a man who loves you, have children, and live a simple, happy life.”

Cella spoke of entrusting her with the task she herself could not accomplish, then pressed her lips to Evelyn’s Mother’s forehead.

“Wait, Mother! Together… ah.”

She struck the back of Evelyn’s Mother’s neck as she raised her head, rendering her unconscious.

“….”

Cella gazed tenderly at the sleeping Evelyn’s Mother before turning away.

“Rocta.”

She carefully entrusted Evelyn’s Mother to Rocta with a nod.

“I’m counting on you to protect Evelyn’s Mother.”

Cella stepped back, asking him to care for Evelyn’s Mother well.

“Your Majesty….”

Rocta bit his trembling lips as he glimpsed death reflected in Cella’s eyes.

“It has been an honor to serve you.”

He bolted westward, cradling Evelyn’s Mother in his arms.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!

Rocta did not falter at the sight of countless knights blocking his path—he charged directly through them.

Whoooosh!

As Rocta cast off his armor and leaped skyward, a brilliant blue light blazed across his body, revealing the colossal form of a Dragon.

Boom-boom-boom-boom!

In his true form, Rocta burst through the encirclement of knights while cradling Evelyn’s Mother, then soared northward into the sky.

“Stop them!”
“Unleash your blade aura and force!”
“Cut off its wings!”

The advanced knights unleashed their blade auras and force attacks to intercept Rocta.

“Not so fast!”

Even as blood spilled from her lips, Cella erected a barrier of mana, deflecting every slash aimed at her daughter.

Whoooooosh!

Cella watched Rocta soar away, propelled by an overwhelming gust of wind that sent the knights tumbling backward. A hollow laugh escaped her lips.

‘Be happy.’

As she offered her final farewell to Evelyn, a grotesque sound—like bone and flesh knitting together—echoed from behind her.

Crack-crack-crack!

The Sage, whose face Cella had shattered with a fist infused with lightning magic, slowly rose to his feet. As if time itself were reversing, his body and face began to restore themselves to their original state.

“So you were a Dragonian.”

The Sage smoothed his perfectly restored face and nodded knowingly.

“I suspected something was amiss with the mana flow.”

He chuckled thinly, as if understanding dawned upon him.

“You are….”

Cella swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the Sage.

“What exactly are you?”

The man called the Sage had surely ceased breathing. With his face crushed inward, not even a troll with exceptional regeneration could have survived.

Yet this man had restored his mangled flesh and bone, returning to his original form. Though I knew countless spells and incantations, I had never witnessed anything like this.

“I am merely an ordinary man who wishes to change the past.”

The Sage shrugged, as if that were all there was to it.

“Of course, for now my only desire is to save our poor King….”

He gazed at the sky where Evelyn had vanished and let out a long, measured breath.

“Never….”

Cella raised her heavy arms and clasped her hands together.

“I will never surrender that child!”

She forcibly condensed the mana slipping through her grasp, conjuring a radiant light.

“I suppose I should accept your final struggle.”

The Sage smiled and raised his fingers.

BOOM!

The colossal explosion born from Cella and the Sage’s magic colliding head-on rippled outward to the very heart of the Royal Capital.

“You shall not pass!”

Cella survived within the explosion’s maelstrom, becoming an absolute wall that held back the Sage and his knights for over ten minutes.

But eventually, the aftermath of her wounds severed her breath, and she sank into the cold earth without even closing her eyes.

“Perhaps, as you willed it, I may not be able to find that child. However….”

The Sage gazed into Cella’s eyes, which had not lost their fighting spirit even as her breath ceased, and let out a short, measured breath.

“Your daughter will come to find me of her own accord.”

He nodded with conviction and drew a thin smile across his face.

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Evelyn spent a week weeping, raging, wailing again, and seething with fury before her mind finally cleared.

“Revenge….”

Evelyn unwound the bandages wrapped around her neck and clenched her fists.

“I will have my revenge.”

Not just the one called the Sage, but the King of Roser Kingdom who orchestrated all of this, the knights, and even the citizens who hurled stones at her—she swore to kill them all.

“Your Highness.”

Rocta knelt on one knee to meet Evelyn’s gaze.

“The path of vengeance is fraught with peril. Whether you succeed or fail, only hell awaits beyond.”

He shook his head, unable to grant her wish despite understanding her heart.

“Do you not remember Her Majesty’s final request?”

Rocta sighed and spoke Cella’s name.

“That you forget that day, marry a good man, and live happily—surely you have not forgotten those words?”

He bowed his head, begging her to honor Cella’s dying wish.

“I know. I remember it all.”

Evelyn nodded, saying she remembered every word Cella spoke and even the warmth of her breath.

“But I cannot. I cannot bury this—cannot bury Mother in my heart and simply move on.”

Her eyes blazed with unwavering resolve as she declared she could never endure such silence.

“If you will not help me, Uncle, then I will do it alone.”

Evelyn clenched her teeth, vowing to exact her revenge upon the Roser Kingdom even if she had to do it alone.

“Haaa….”

Rocta exhaled a long sigh and placed his hand against his forehead.

“This isn’t quite the kind of action His Majesty had in mind….”

He shook his head slowly before turning his gaze back to Evelyn.

“I’d like to hear how exactly you plan to exact this revenge.”

Rocta said this was important and settled himself on the floor.

“Uncle, there’s something I need you to do first.”

Evelyn spoke up immediately, as if she’d been waiting for this moment.

“Me?”
“Gather the factions that despise the Roser Kingdom from outside our borders, and unite the Monsters. You can do it with the Dragonian’s abilities, can’t you?”

She nodded, acknowledging that she understood Rocta’s capabilities.

“It’s true that Roser is a powerful nation, so there are many factions that have suffered at their hands, and I do possess the ability to create Guardians like a Dragon. However….”

Rocta calmly shook his head.

“That alone will never be enough. The Roser Kingdom is a great power not just in the Southern Region, but across the entire Continent.”

He said they could never win and lowered his gaze.

“Of course that’s not all there is to it.”

Evelyn calmly shook her head.

“I’m going to infiltrate the Roser Kingdom directly myself.”

She nodded, affirming her intention to personally penetrate the Roser Kingdom.

“What? What do you mean….”
“I’m planning to infiltrate Roser Kingdom as a novice Mage.”

Evelyn exhaled heavily, insisting she would carve her own path to vengeance by entering directly.

“If I enter as a Mage and accumulate merit, eventually I’ll have the opportunity to meet the King and the Sage. When that moment comes, I’ll end everything.”

She revealed a chilling murderous intent, declaring she would erase everyone involved in this incident and the very name of Roser Kingdom.

“It’s dangerous! Your identity will come under suspicion!”
“I’ve heard there are places that specialize in laundering identities. With enough money, they can create a new life for you. And….”

Evelyn bit her lip as she looked at the bewildered Rocta.

“Without accepting the risk, revenge is impossible. As Uncle said, Roser is a powerful nation.”

Her eyes gleamed with unwavering resolve as she stated this was the only way.

“Sigh… those eyes.”

Rocta exhaled a long breath as he gazed into Evelyn’s resolute eyes.

“They’re just like Lady Cella’s. I told her to find a man and get married, but I never expected this kind of determination to emerge….”

He clutched his head in despair.

“Even if I try to stop you, you’ll go anyway, won’t you?”
“Yes. Even if you bind my limbs, I’ll find a way through.”

Evelyn nodded, affirming she would go no matter what.

“…I understand.”

Rocta sighed and nodded in acceptance.

“But you must prepare thoroughly. That Sage has the ability to locate Para.”

He raised his hand, insisting they must first block that sorcery.

“That’s already done.”

Evelyn nodded and placed her hand over her eyes. The moment a faint light bloomed, the crimson cross that had been etched in her pupils vanished.

“That monster found me and my mother by tracking Para’s mana flow. All I had to do was make that strange mana current identical to everyone else’s.”

Evelyn brushed her hand dismissively, calling it simple magic.

“Ah, no….”

Rocta’s eyes widened as he stared at Evelyn.

“When did you even….”

He recalled Evelyn weeping for an entire week and let out an exasperated breath.

“I just created it as it came to mind.”

Evelyn had conjured an impossible spell and described it as casually as if she’d merely eaten bread.

“Are you truly a genius, Your Highness?”
“I’m not entirely sure myself.”

Evelyn shook her head with composure.

“Ever since that day….”

She raised both hands toward the empty air.

“I can see and feel the flow of mana.”

Evelyn nodded, explaining that she had gained the ability to read not just magic, but the very phenomena of this world.

“Ha….”

Rocta blinked, utterly dumbfounded.

“Now you understand. Yes, it’s dangerous, but I’m not trying to break a rock with an egg.”

Evelyn nodded, saying there was certainly a possibility.

“As you’ve seen, Uncle, the Roser Kingdom doesn’t have many mages.”
“It’s true—most of the people chasing us were knights.”

Rocta nodded as if remembering something.

“Since I’m young, I can definitely earn their trust by showing even modest talent.”

Evelyn spoke with confidence, thumping her chest with her fist.

“There is some possibility to it, I suppose….”

Rocta exhaled a short sigh and nodded.

“I’ll concede the point. But Your Highness, you seem like a completely different person.”

He narrowed his eyes, saying she had become an entirely different person.

“I’m still timid at heart. But Mother told me to act with resolve. From now on, I’ll move as I see fit. For revenge.”

Evelyn clenched both fists audibly as she spoke the word revenge.

“That’s not what I meant at all….”

Rocta exhaled a long, weary sigh.

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On the day of her fifteenth birthday.

Evelyn set out for the Roser Kingdom as a newly appointed mage.

As she had anticipated, this kingdom centered itself on knights, making mages a remarkably rare commodity.

“Roser….”

Evelyn held Cella’s hand as she gazed upon the Main Gate of the Roser Kingdom, lowering her eyes.

‘What lies ahead is Hell.’

Still, I had to go.

Before, I had only trembled with fear, but now my heart ached for an entirely different reason.

“Sigh.”

Evelyn exhaled a heavy breath and stepped into the Kingdom.

“Perhaps….”

The moment I set foot in the Royal Capital, a Young Man approached from the direction of the Kingdom’s conquest.

“Are you Merlin?”
“Yes.”

Evelyn nodded at the mention of Merlin, the ancient Archmage that Cella had always admired.

“I am Belin, Third-Rank Assistant of the Magic Tower. Please, come this way!”

The man who introduced himself as Belin bowed his head and offered to show her the way.

“Thank you.”

Evelyn returned the greeting and followed Belin upward through the Royal Capital.

‘It’s gone.’

The Platform where the townspeople were to be executed had vanished, and only the newly constructed Castle Wall, neatly compacted, remained in view.

“That is the Royal Palace. Only the Royal Court’s Mages may enter.”

Belin shook his head, noting that the Royal Palace was not a place one could enter carelessly.

“The Magic Tower is this way.”
“Yes.”

Evelyn released the tension coiled in her grip and followed Belin toward the Magic Tower.

“The Tower Master will be waiting, and despite appearances, he’s quite a good person…”

Belin spoke various things about the Tower Master and the Tower itself, but none of it reached her ears.

‘Just wait a little longer.’

Evelyn gazed down upon the Royal Palace through the Magic Tower’s window, biting her lip.

‘I’ll erase everything you hold dear.’

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Ten years later.

Evelyn emerged from the Magic Tower draped in a robe emblazoned with a golden lion.

“Merlin! Congratulations!”
“You’re finally heading to the Royal Palace.”
“To become the Royal Court’s Chief Mage in just ten years—this is unprecedented in history!”

Her fellow mages bowed their heads and offered their congratulations.

“Thank you. It’s all thanks to you all.”

Evelyn smiled thinly and waved her hand.

“We’ll definitely participate in tomorrow’s ceremony.”
“Don’t forget about us even after you go to the Royal Palace!”
“And make sure to call on me later!”

The Mages waved their hands, saying they would definitely attend the inauguration ceremony tomorrow.

“Of course. We’ll see each other often even after you leave.”

After exchanging farewells with the Mages, Evelyn entered her private quarters near the Magic Tower.

“Sigh….”

I sat on the luxurious bed and exhaled a suppressed sigh.

‘Ten years. Has it already been ten years?’

A decade had passed since I entered the Magic Tower of the Roser Kingdom.

During that time, I had honed my magical abilities and accomplished much, yet the King and the Sage had never once sought me out.

The Sage occasionally engaged in external activities, but the King remained confined to the Audience Chamber, refusing to meet anyone—so I had never laid eyes on him until now.

‘But….’

Tomorrow, he will have no choice but to appear.

Tomorrow was the day I would leave my research position at the Magic Tower to become the Grand Mage of the Royal Palace.

Even the King, who had been in hiding, would be forced to reveal himself on this day.

‘I must end everything tomorrow.’

If the King retreated into the Audience Chamber again, there was no knowing when he would emerge. Both he and the Sage would be exposed tomorrow—and on that day, I had to erase this kingdom from existence.

‘My heart trembles.’

I had certainly grown stronger. I had reached a level where I could even counter the sorcery the Sage wielded, yet without certainty of victory, my heart continued to race.

‘Still, there’s no choice but to proceed.’

As I lay back on the bed with my hand pressed to my forehead, a faint resonance echoed in my ears.

[Your Highness.]

It was a message from Rocta. He had sent word through the artifact I had given him.

[It is tomorrow. Are you prepared in your heart?]
“Yes.”

I gazed at the blue light and nodded.

[This is truly your last chance. You can still stop.]

Rocta’s question hung heavy in the air, as if asking whether I would truly go through with it.

“….”

I did not answer immediately, closing my eyes instead.

‘Ten years….

It has been long.

During these ten years living in Roser Kingdom, I have felt so much.

There are good people here, and there are wicked ones. Like the village where I once lived, this place too is inhabited by ordinary people.

Some treated me with humanity, others became my teachers, and I have gained precious friends and companions.

Each time I recall them, an echo reverberates within my chest—a question of whether I will truly commit this act.
Part of me wishes to abandon this and leave this kingdom, while another part wishes to remain as I am.

But I cannot.

The King, the Sage, the knights, and all the upper echelons of this kingdom are monsters who committed massacre despite knowing that Para are human.

“I will do it.”

After brief but profound deliberation, I nodded.

[…Understood.]

Rocta’s voice lowered in acquiescence before fading away.

“I will. No….”

Evelyn pulled the blanket over her head like she had done as a child when she was with Cella, biting her lip.

“I have to.”

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Roooaaarrr!

A colossal platform rose before the Royal Palace, and a resplendent curtain suffused with brilliant light descended from above.

For the first time in twenty years, the position of the Royal Palace’s Grand Mage was changing, and the inauguration ceremony was unfolding with unprecedented splendor.

Evelyn bit her lip as she gazed upon the platform that towered as high as the Castle Wall itself.

‘Death and light, then….’

Watching the platform of blood—where she had insulted her own kin and severed their necks—transform into a platform of light welcoming her, she found herself laughing bitterly, as did they.

“His Majesty the King enters!”

As I waited below the platform, the thunderous cry of knights echoed from within the Royal Castle, shaking the earth.

I lifted my gaze slightly, watching the silhouette of a man ascending the platform.

‘So he wasn’t dead after all.’

I had wondered if he’d perished since he hadn’t appeared for so long, but the King climbed the platform alive and well.

‘And….’

Him too.

I bit my lip watching the man ascending the stairs one step behind the King. The monster called the Sage. He too had to die today without fail.

“It’s been quite some time since I’ve ventured outside like this.”

The King stood at the edge of the Platform, gazing down at the citizens gathered below.

‘That face….’

Evelyn bit her lip as she observed the King, who appeared to be a handsome man in his twenties.

‘He truly did commit human sacrifice.’

During her ten years in the Roser Kingdom, she had secretly investigated that day’s events and was horrified by what she discovered.

The King had captured Para under the pretense of collusion with the Demon Race, then used their blood to cure his own affliction—a disease that caused rapid aging.

That lustrous skin and those clear eyes were drenched in the blood and flesh of his own kin.

“I’ve been occupied with duties and unable to show my face, but I shall make an effort to appear more frequently from now on.”

The King waved his hand toward the citizens, declaring they would see much more of him.

Uoooooooooh!
Long live His Majesty Syphilen!

The citizens, ignorant of who this man truly was, erupted in cheers.

“Now then, I suppose I should summon today’s protagonist.”

The King stepped back and nodded.

“Merlin Friares. Come up here.”

He gestured down at me with a wave of his hand.

“Yes.”

I nodded and ascended the Staircase leading to the Platform.

With each step, memories flooded back—the dying faces from the Burning Village, my kin who had been humiliated in this very place, and my mother, who smiled even as death claimed her.

Carrying that hatred and rage in my heart, I ascended the Platform and stood before the King.

“Welcome.”
“You have endured much hardship.”

The King and the Sage—Monsters wearing human masks—greeted me with smiles.

“Let us begin at once, without delay.”

At the King’s gesture, the Sage stepped forward.

“For your distinguished service in subjugating Monsters in the Muran Mountain Range, developing advanced magic, reforming the Magic Tower’s systems, and improving the Kingdom’s protective enchantments, I hereby appoint Merlin Friares as the Royal Grand Mage of Roser.”

As he finished speaking, the King came forward bearing a crimson cloak and staff.

“You have labored well.”

The King thanked me for my many accomplishments and draped the cloak across my shoulders. For a moment, revulsion threatened to break through my skin, but I barely suppressed it and rose to my feet.

“Merlin is the name of the ancient Grand Mage—live up to that illustrious title and serve the Kingdom with all your strength.”
“I understand.”

Evelyn forced a smile and straightened.

“Good. Now that you are the Royal Mage, I should grant you one wish. Is there anything you desire?”

The King nodded, telling me to speak freely of what I wished, now that I had become the Royal Grand Mage.

“Your Majesty…”

Evelyn felt the moment for vengeance had arrived. I slowly closed my eyes, then opened them. Gazing at the King’s unblemished skin, I twisted my lips into a smile.

“Do you remember what happened ten years ago?”
“Ten years ago?”

The King’s eyes narrowed.

“There are so many matters at hand, I’m not certain which one you’re referring to.”
“The people called Para who dwelt in the Southwest Region. Do you recall their deaths?”
“Ah! Yes, I remember now.”

He nodded calmly.

“They looked human, but they were those who conspired with the Demon Race!”

The King still treated Para as monsters rather than people.

“I see. How fortunate indeed.”

Evelyn lifted her head with a smile.

“That you haven’t abandoned your vengeance.”

The King’s pupils trembled faintly—the uncertain gaze of suspicion. He knew full well that Para were people, yet he had slaughtered them to save his own skin.

“What do you mean—”

The King’s eyes widened as if questioning her words.

“I am the last survivor of the Para you murdered.”

As Evelyn spoke, she extended her right hand forward. Her nails dug into her palm, and crimson blood spilled forth.

“What color does this blood appear to your eyes? Black like a demon’s?”

She flicked the crimson blood pooled in her palm toward the King and the Sage, baring her teeth.

“Different mana flow, a cross mark in the eyes—and you call us demons? Your very souls are cursed!”

Evelyn unleashed the resentment and fury she had accumulated over ten years, her scream piercing the air.

“Seize this woman! She’s a demon!”
“Subdue her!”
“Block the exit!”

At the King’s cry, the knights and the Sage moved to his side.

“My mother taught me to act decisively. So I prepared.”

As Evelyn snapped her fingers, crimson and azure light erupted across the Platform and its surroundings.

“This is the path of vengeance I’ve spent ten years crafting.”

With those words, the very air twisted as torrents of multicolored magic cascaded down.

KWUAAAAAAANG!

The heavens screamed and the earth convulsed as the assembled knights, the Sage, and nobility were obliterated by the explosion—not even corpses remained, only pools of blood sinking into the ground.

Among the knights were Masters and Grand Masters, yet none could withstand Evelyn’s magic, melting into chunks of flesh that dissolved away.

Squelch.

Evelyn stepped through the blood and approached the edge of the collapsed Platform.

“No, don’t come near!”

The King had somehow survived and was screaming in terror.

“I won’t kill you so easily.”

Evelyn shaped the blood remaining in her grasp into a blade and drove it into the King’s chest.

“Gahhh! KYAAAAAAAH!”

As if the blade were draining his very life, the King’s skin withered and blackened as he began to age rapidly.

“Aaaahhh….”

He crawled across the floor in unspeakable agony, drool streaming from his mouth.

“This is….”

Evelyn lifted the King above the citizens below the Platform, her crimson gaze blazing.

“Your nation’s King.”

She recovered all the mana contained in Para’s blood, then shook her head.

“Your vile King killed us and drank our blood to avoid death, calling us Demons. Who do you truly believe the Demon is?”

Evelyn gazed into the wavering eyes of the people and revealed what Para’s death had been.

Crack, crack, crack.

As she seized the King’s throat and tightened her grip, the Sage began to resurrect from within the blood.

“As expected—immortal.”

Evelyn gnashed her teeth as she watched the Sage resurrect, appearing no different than before.

“Hah….”

The Sage laughed as he worked his newly regenerated neck.

“So it was you.”

He nodded calmly, as though unfazed by the situation.

“I knew you would return. Your eyes carry the inevitability of vengeance.”

The Sage laughed as though he had foreseen it all.

“But can you truly suppress all of this alone?”

At his gesture, the fallen knights began to resurrect from the blood, and soldiers surged forth from beneath the Platform.

“Your preparations must be exhausted by now.”

The Sage shook his head as though urging her to surrender.

“I’m not alone.”

The moment Evelyn shook her head, the Castle Wall of the Kingdom crumbled, and a Dragon blazing with azure light ascended into the sky.

Roooaaaaarrr!

She lifted her head amidst a resonance that made the earth and sky seem to invert.

“Today…”

Evelyn’s Mother raised her chin, her eyes blazing with the crimson cross she had concealed for vengeance.

“I will erase you and this kingdom.”

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