The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

noticing the squad leader.”

Judging from the situation, it wasn’t the archbishop herself, but her companion that forced her to escape after seeing Rimmer coming her way.

“Hmm? Your face doesn’t look disappointed at all, though.”

Rimmer snickered, looking at Raon’s serious eyes.

“Is that so?”

Raon shuddered.
He was right.
It didn’t feel unfortunate for him at all, as he actually released her on purpose.
He planned on catching something even bigger.

“V-Vice-squad leader!”

“Are you okay?”

Dorian and Zatice, who were stuck to a wall, came running at him.

“I’m okay.”

Raon waved his hand dismissively, then went to Rimmer, who was examining the traces of blood on the ground.

“As expected, the White Blood Religion was behind the incident.”

“Well, I guessed as much.”

Rimmer licked his lips, looking at the orange blood as if he knew about it already.

“This looks at least mid-level among the archbishops, but you actually overwhelmed her.
Did you become even stronger?”

“She wasn’t that strong, probably because she was mostly focused on sorcery.”

Seline’s sorcery was powerful, but her martial art wasn’t anything exceptional.

“Huh…”

“That wasn’t strong?”

Dorian and Zatice dropped their jaws in bewilderment.

“You must be the only one that would describe a White Blood Religion archbishop that way.”

Rimmer chuckled, standing up.

“It’s a shame.
We could’ve located their headquarters if we managed to catch her.”

“That probably wouldn’t have worked, since torture doesn’t work against them.”

Befitting their title of fanatics, members of the White Blood Religion were tenacious enough to endure any torture.
In his previous life, Raon had experience torturing a White Blood Religion fanatic for several days without him ever opening his mouth.

“I guess, they are really tenacious after all.
That’s why their main branch is still unidentified.”

“Indeed, we don’t know where their main branch is.
However…”

Raon smiled faintly, touching the red pin on his collar.

“We might discover their Porvan branch soon enough.”

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[Translator – Kyangi]

[Proofreader – Harley]

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Slaam!

Seline swung her white hand.
The double wall was reduced to powder and collapsed.
It was a power that made it difficult to believe that Raon had easily blocked it with the Blade of Requiem.

“Daaaamn it!”

She shouted, tearing at her wound with her nails.

“It hurts! It really hurts! The pain isn’t going away!”

Although she kept using the White Spirit Aura, the pain scorching her flesh didn’t subside.

“Darigon! Do something about this!”

“Calm down a little.”

The old man, Darigon, walked up to her with a frown on his face.

“Why did you summon me? I wouldn’t have to endure this pain if I had killed him!”

“Rimmer was making his move.
If you had remained there, you would’ve gotten caught.”

“Keuh…”

Seline ground her teeth and scratched at the wall, which was severed like pudding and collapsed.

“Stop destroying things.
We need to keep using this room.”

Darigon clicked his tongue, examining Seline’s wound.

“It’s severe.”

Although the archbishop-class Seline’s aura should have healed all of her wounds, a strange power inside the scar was preventing the regeneration and was continuously causing her to feel burning pain.

“Ghastly energy, and a very powerful one, at that.
It looks like it will take a long time to get rid of it.”

“That’s why that guy needs to be killed, at all costs!”

Enough murderous intent to give a person goosebumps burst from Seline’s eyes.

“I’ll kill him! I’ll tear his flesh, grind his bones and blood, and drink it…”

“This wound won’t disappear even if you kill Raon.
It might even last forever because of the resentment.
Moreover…”

He injected bloody energy inside Seline’s wound before turning around.

“They are going to arrive soon.
Get yourself changed and finish your preparations.”

“Keuh, damn it! Damn it!”

Seline shouted, slamming the ground.
Dragon’s office trembled to the point where it seemed like it could collapse.

“That’s why I told you to gather information first.
It’s because of your gluttony…”

“Shut up! You also would’ve wanted to suck his blood before anything else if you had seen him!”

“Was he that good?”

“Haa, he’s mine.
I have no intention of getting over this after all he did to me! By any means…”

“It wasn’t a complete loss.”

“What?”

“While you were getting shredded by him, the plan on my side succeeded.”

Darion snapped his fingers and the office door opened.
Men wearing white robes entered to put a man and a woman, who were unconscious, down.

They were Inield and Princess Jayna, who were hospitalized in the clinic after being defeated by Raon.

“I personally went to capture them after I heard the news that they were at the clinic.
If we can take these two, it’ll be extremely profitable for us.
The king of Balkar is going to rampage.
He might even declare war against Zieghart.”

“Didn’t Morell install magic artifacts on them?”

“Of course.
I removed them all before bringing them here.
Do you think I’m an amateur like you?”

Darigon’s wrinkled mouth curved into a thin, jeering smile.

“I’ll give you Inield if that person allows it, so you can drink from him and heal that wound.”

“What a sly old man.”

Seline acknowledged her defeat, then frowned.
It looked like her anger had also died down, as her golden eyes turned calm.

However, none of them noticed the glowing red pins on Inield and Jayna’s clothes.

* * *

Raon abandoned his original plan of going to the thieves’ guild, instead going to the city hall with Rimmer.

He entered the conference room alongside Morell, who was staying behind, and the swordsmen and magicians that had returned.

“We managed to discover the enemy’s identity.”

Raon covered the conference room with an energy barrier so that the sound wouldn’t escape before stepping onto the platform.

“Huh?”

“Really?”

“So fast?”

“Wow!”

It wasn’t just the Light Wind—the jaws of Morell and Salaman’s magicians also dropped.

It was normal for them to be shocked, as he had discovered in a few hours something that city hall couldn’t figure out in several months.

“I’m sure many of you must’ve expected this already, but the ringleader of the disappearances is the White Blood Religion.”

He took out a cloth covered in Seline’s blood while mentioning the White Blood Religion.
People’s eyes wavered upon seeing the murky light, which didn’t look like the blood of a living creature.

“Unpleasant color…”

“White Blood Religion!”

“I knew it was them.”

“Keuh…”

“Those nasty bastards!”

As expected of armed organizations of the Six Kings, the Light Wind and Salaman didn’t fear the White Blood Religion of the Five Demons.
Instead, they were filled with fighting spirit.

However, one person was spreading an extremely intense murderous intent instead.

Whir!

Martha.
Her black eyes glowed like the hellfire, spreading a frightening murderous intent.
It was fierce enough to make everyone inside the conference room turn back to look at her.

Why is the beef girl acting like that?

‘Was it the White Blood Religion?’

Raon narrowed his eyes, looking at the vicious fire burning in Martha’s eyes.

He thought she just had a peculiar personality because she always looked angry so far, but it was apparently because she was a victim of the White Blood Religion before joining Zieghart.

“How did you get that blood, and where did you encounter the White Blood Religion?”

Morell pointed at the cloth with Seline’s blood, his eyes wide.

“Religion?”

“R-Religion, Sir? Keuh.”

Raon repeated the end of his sentence.
Morell gritted his teeth and added ‘Sir’ to the end.

“On my way to the thieves’ guild…”

Raon told them everything about his fight against Seline, and about her running away.

“Y-You cut an archbishop and made her run away?”

“But he became a swordsman only recently…”

“Huh…”

Morell’s eyes were trembling in disbelief, and the magicians of Salaman were also swallowing nervously.

“Seriously, you…”

Burren also exclaimed in shock.

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“……”

“White Blood Religion…”

Runaan and Martha were just staring at the bloody cloth, but their emotions were completely different.
Unlike Runaan, who wasn’t really feeling anything as she looked, Martha was glaring at it as if she wanted to kill it dead immediately.

“It’s regrettable.”

Morell turned his head, sighing briefly.

“They aren’t going to reappear anymore.
No matter how crazy the White Blood Religion is, they aren’t going to make their move after Zieghart and Balkar discovered their identity.”

He was right.
Since they needed to take away the people they kidnapped, they should be preparing their escape.

However, it was different this time.

“This time…”

Slam!

As Raon was about to speak, the conference room’s door burst open and Zatice, who said he was going to visit the clinic, entered.

“W-We are in big trouble!”

He immediately continued, his hands trembling.

“Princess Jayna and Inield, who were in the clinic, have disappeared!”

“What?”

“Huh?”

Everyone stood up in surprise upon hearing that the princess and Inield had disappeared.

“The healers, knights, and magicians in the clinic as if they had fainted, and the princess and Inield were the only ones that disappeared completely!”

“Impossible! There was no reaction from the artifacts…”

“The artifacts were found on the beds they were in!”

Zatice raised his hand, showing them two necklaces and two rings.

“Damn it! They got us!”

“D-Damn it!”

Morell and the magicians clenched their fists, and the Light Wind swordsmen also swallowed nervously, as they didn’t expect that to happen.

Clap!

As everyone was panicking, a clapping sound snapped them out of it.

“Calm down.”

“How can I calm down right now? We have to do something! If we don’t find the princess somehow, this whole city will be enveloped in flames! Even Zieghart might get in trouble!”

“It’s okay.”

Raon faced everyone’s gazes, eyes as nonchalant as always.

“The location of where the princess and Inield have been taken.”

He took the red pin from his collar, placing it in his hand.
Once he brought forth the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation’s energy, the pin floated by itself and pointed in a direction.

“The location of the archbishop that ran away.”

Raon smiled faintly, looking at the people whose jaws dropped.

“I know them both.”

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