The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

world due to their first doctrine, aiming to cover the world with white blood.

“Then, Siren village…”

“There were no survivors.
Half the villagers died right there, and the other half were abducted and taken away.
They even cut down and took away the Othello tree, which was the villagers’ spirit.
White blood was the only thing that remained.”

White blood wet the earth instead of red after White Blood Religion’s assault.
It was part of their magic.

“I made that blade using a meteorite piece I had back then and the branch of Othello that remained in that place.”

Kuberad looked at the blade Raon was holding with wavering eyes.

“You made a blade?”

“Yes.
I was planning to offer them comfort with that blade instead of a memorial.
However…”

Kuberad touched his temple and frowned upon remembering that time.

“The white blade and hilt was dyed in red as soon as I completed it.
Contrary to my intentions, it incorporated an uncontrollable amount of resentment from the Siren villagers.”

“I see.”

Raon nodded.
Just as he said, the sword contained a tremendous amount of ghastly energy.
If someone else had held it, they would’ve been bewitched by and started swinging it around.

“There’s a saying that good people are scarier when they get angry, but I didn’t expect it to be this much.
Even powerful people couldn’t manage the ghastly power, so I had no choice but to keep it with me.
I don’t understand how you are able to grab it without any problems.”

“Hmm…”

He drew the dagger from the sheath to look at it.
The blade was completely dyed in red, just like the sheath and hilt—as if it was trying to remember the resentment from that day.

 

Whir!

 

The red blade vibrated to spread its ghastly energy.
The energy crawling on his hand was even more terrifying and evil than when it was contained inside the sheath.

 

Clang!

 

Raon used the Ring of Fire.
The five rings rotating around his heart resonated with each other to increase his level as an existence.

 

Kliing!

 

Just like when it was pushed back by Wrath, it started screaming upon being suppressed by his level.

“Huh! Seriously.”

Kuberad’s eyes wavered like a ship on rippling waters.

‘He is like an onion.’

He thought he’d witnessed enough about him, yet he was showing another side of himself.
He couldn’t believe that he was just a child that wasn’t qualified as a swordsman yet.

“The sword I forged to comfort their soul is craving revenge.
That’s why I can’t use it as a memorial.
I was trying to seal it, but I didn’t expect this to happen.”

“Didn’t you mention earlier that half of them have been abducted?”

“Yes.
The White Blood Religion usually kills half on the spot and abducts the other half.
I only found half of the villagers as corpses.”

Raon closed his eyes after looking at the dagger as it wailed in mortification.

He was abducted by Robert’s people during his childhood in his previous life, a childhood that he couldn’t even remember anymore.

Since they weren’t just abducted but also slaughtered, their resentment must’ve been even worse than his own.

 

Whir.

 

It felt like the dagger’s weeping vibration was scraping at his heart with rough glass.

“I…”

Raon opened his eyes once again, and stared at the dagger.

“…have a lot of things to do.
I already don’t have enough time to take care of it, so I can’t really help with your revenge.
However, if I ever encounter the White Blood Religion, I’ll make your wish come true.”

The dagger’s weeping sound started to subside in silence.

“Are you willing to come with me?”

The dagger stopped crying.
It seemed as if it was pondering about it as its blade trembled.

 

Whir!

 

The biggest vibration so far resonated from the dagger.
Ghastly energy was also flowing out, but it wasn’t harmful anymore.

 

Clang!

 

It resonated with the rotating ‘Ring of Fire’, producing the clear resonance of a sword.

“S-sword’s resonance?”

Kuberad fell back from his chair upon hearing the sword’s resonance from the dagger Raon was holding.

“I choose this one.”

Raon smiled broadly and put the dagger in its sheath.

“A-are you really taking that?”

“Am I not able to?”

“Hah! It’s the first time someone confidently told me he’s taking a legendary weapon.”

Despite what he was saying, Kuberad was making a satisfied and refreshed expression.

What did you just say? Did you say you are taking that cunning thing?

‘Yes.’

It’s a parasite! How are you planning to keep a parasite with you, one that’s targeting the King of Essence’s belongings? Are you out of your mind?

‘A parasite, huh…’

Raon gave Wrath a sour look.

What! Why are you looking at the King of Essence with that impertinent gaze?

‘I figured there wouldn’t be any difference between having one or two parasites.’

T-two parasites? Para… no way! Are you referring to the King of Essence?

‘Well, it’s true.
You are targeting my body, just like the dagger.’

You’re crazy! The King of Essence is the monarch of Wrath that dominated the entire northern region of Devildom…

‘No, it doesn’t matter whether you are a monarch or whatever.
It’s a fact that you are currently sticking to me because you failed at taking over my body.’

S-stick? The King of Essence… ugh! Raon Zieghart! You can’t say wherever you want with that hole in your mouth! This is the first time in my entire life I’ve been humiliated so much!

‘But I’m talking because I have a hole.’

Raon decided to ignore Wrath, who was exploding in anger, and turned his head towards Kuberad.

“What is the name of this dagger?”

“I didn’t give it a name, since I made it use as a memorial.”

“Then is it okay if I name it?”

“Do you have an idea?”

“Since the blacksmith wanted to comfort the villagers, Requiem.
I want to name it the Blade of Requiem.”

“A Blade of Requiem spreading ghastly energy, huh.
That’s rather enigmatic.”

He snickered and stood up.

“Take it.
However, you must keep your word.”

“Of course.
I’ll keep clashing against the Five Demons as long as I wield Zieghart’s name.”

“Wow, a possessed blade.
You really obtained a possessed blade…”

Dorian was eating snacks, spectating them through some strange glasses 

“Thank you.”

Raon equipped the Blade of Requiem on his lower back and bowed at Kuberad.

“What are you doing?”

“Pardon?”

“You should pick your sword.”

“But…”

“I told you I’ll give you a sword, not a dagger.”

“Ah…”

It seemed he was intending to give him another sword.

“Are you really giving me a sword in addition?”

“Just don’t lose.
That’s everything a blacksmith wants from a swordsman.”

Kuberad handed over the sword Raon had been looking at earlier.

“I’ll visit Zieghart later to meet Vulcan, so don’t give me a cold reception.”

“Of course.
My family is great at cooking, I’ll make sure to treat you well.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

“I won’t forget this favor.
Thank you.”

“It’s nothing special.”

Their smiles were as warm as sunlight shining between the alleys.

“Well then.”

Raon bowed, then left the blacksmith.
As he was about to leave the alley, Dorian’s voice could be heard from inside.

“I haven't finished choosing yet!”