The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

ggression as if she didn’t feel anything and kept beheading the White Blood fanatics.

“Follow the team leader! Assist her until the end!”

“Never withdraw, keep fighting!”

The first team was more focused on following Martha than fighting.
It looked like they had gotten attached to her at some point, as they were coordinating the fight while assisting her in a way that allowed them to avoid her getting hurt as much as possible.

“I-It looks impossible to stop her, right?”

“Indeed.”

Raon nodded.
If he tried to stop her, that murderous blade might have been directed at him instead.

‘But I can’t just overlook this.’

Raon decided to scold her a lot after the battle.
Though, he wasn’t sure that was enough to teach her a lesson.

 

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“Is this where you ended up after running away?”

Rimmer twirled his sword, looking at Darigon after he drove him into a dead-end.

“Argh! Dolvirte…”

When he gathered his hands and quickly started chanting a spell, Rimmer’s wrist curved softly.

Slaaam!

The green energy from his blade spread out like a rainbow, destroying every wall surrounding Darigon.

“Aah…”

Darigon’s face went pale as he witnessed the walls getting smashed.

“A sorcery that moves along walls.
That’s an interesting ability.”

Rimmer smiled, observing the collapsed walls.

“That’s how you managed to take people without being noticed by anyone.
But look, it’s meaningless without any walls.”

“Sh-Shut up!”

“Even my head of house hasn’t managed to shut my mouth.
Do you think you can do it?”

“You bastaaard!”

The moment Darigon tried to use a new spell after gathering his hands, Rimmer’s eyes sparked.

“Ah…”

Unable to complete his spell, Darigon’s shoulders trembled.
A frightening pain could be felt from his wrist.
Rimmer’s sword had moved without his notice and severed his wrist.

“Kuaah!”

Darigon grabbed his severed wrist, stepping back.

“If you aren’t at an apostle’s level, it’s easy to stop your spells.
I can either shut your mouth or cut off your hand.”

Rimmer smiled, stepping on Darigon’s blood as it soaked into the ground.

“He is so good, even though I didn’t teach him.
His genius nature really is taking after me.”

“Keuh…”

Darigon tried to chant a spell with one hand, but Rimmer didn’t overlook him.
The moment his wrist moved again, Darigon’s left hand also fell on the ground.

“Aww…”

Darigon’s eyes trembled as he watched a serious amount of blood gush from his hands.

“It’s just your hands.
Why so serious?”

A frightening glow appeared in Rimmer’s eyes as he walked up to him.

“You make a hole into a living human’s neck to suck their blood.
This is mere child’s play compared to that.”

“Rimmer…”

Darigon swallowed nervously.

‘I heard he was injured, though…’

Although the rumors said that his energy center and mana circuit were broken, he didn’t seem to have weakened at all.
The madness in his eyes and his lighthearted manner of speech… The crazy elf called the Sword of Light hadn’t changed at all.

“Well, then.”

Rimmer moved his sword into a reverse grip, stabbing his thigh.
Since he was using the wind aura, blood gushed out from his thigh like a fountain.

“Aaaah!”

“Are the people underground everyone you’ve kidnapped?”

“Keuh…”

“Where were you planning on sending them?”

“……”

Darigon remained silent once again.

“That’s right.
That’s a White Blood fanatic for you.
It would’ve been disappointing if you had answered right away.”

Rimmer grinned, using his wind aura again.
The blade piercing his thigh vibrated, and Darigon started drooling as his entire body trembled.

“Kuaaah!”

“Don’t count on the woman named Seline.
My student went to her.
She is definitely not going to survive.”

“Huff, huff…”

Darigon grit his teeth, breathing heavily as he tried to endure the pain.

“I’m not counting on that damn woman.”

“Oh, you must’ve realized that this place was discovered because of her.”

“There is no way I wouldn’t notice, since I’m not an insect.”

“Then what are you counting on to maintain that gaze?”

Rimmer frowned, looking at Darigon’s eyes, which still retained hope.
Raon already took care of Seline underground, and Martha was slaughtering overground.
Since everything was already over, he couldn’t understand why Darigon still had hope.

“You should’ve arrived earlier.”

“What?”

“Kuhuhuh.
There are two people coming today.”

Darigon’s mouth stretched to the sides into a smile, despite coughing out blood.

“Since they have arrived, you won’t be able to survive!”

The moment he finished saying that, a tremendous energy burst from the first floor for an instant.

 

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Martha kept swinging her sword, not even realizing that she had a long wound on her shoulder, waist, and thigh.

She couldn’t feel anything insignificant like pain.

Kill.

Kill all of the White Blood Religion.

That was the only thought filling her head.
There was no room for other emotions or will.

The evil demons were in front of her eyes.
The order telling her to kill all those white evil demons that assaulted the village after breaking through the walls twelve years ago was fastened around her soul like a shackle.

Following the voice resounding in her head, she slashed, slashed, and slashed again.

She rushed in, whether there were five or ten enemies, and kept swinging her sword.
She just kept swinging, as if she forgot about swordsmanship.

She didn’t care whether her face or her hair was cut—she just kept swinging her sword endlessly towards the white coats.

She was fully aware that she shouldn’t be fighting like that.
She knew that she should’ve been taking care of the others as the team leader.
However, she couldn’t come back to her senses after she saw the White Blood Religion.

As if it were an instinct she was born with, she beheaded the White Blood fanatics until she was covered entirely by their murky blood.

When she felt like she was brimming with strength as the fight continued, the murky blood of White Blood fanatics covering the lobby’s floor moved on their own to draw a strange pattern.

Whir!

A white light came from the center of the pattern, and a tremendous energy burst out, sending chills down her spine.

“Ah…”

Martha opened her mouth for the first time since the start of the battle.

Crack.

She grit her teeth, noticing the ten spheres engraved on the left side of the chest of the white coat.

She slowly raised her head.
A middle-aged man raised his chin, his long black hair swept back, and eyes as sharp as an eagle’s.

‘It’s him.
It’s that bastard!’

The devil that burned up the village, drank the blood of the guards, and kidnapped her mother and the other people.
He was the White Blood cult leader’s student, the tenth apostle.

“Is this an invasion of Zieghart’s young ones?”

His indifferent voice was just like before.

The tenth apostle slowly raised his hand.
A diagonal scar could be seen on his hand.
It was the hand that turned countless people into bloodbath, the hand that took away her mother and people, and the blood that turned the village into ash.

It was the devil’s blood that she wouldn’t be able to forget even after her death.

Whir!

The concentrated bloody energy was boiling in the tenth apostle’s hand, as if it were about to explode.

“Ah…”

The Light Wind members that followed her were frightened by the tremendous energy in the tenth apostle’s hand, unable to move—as if their feet were tied.

“You son of a bitch!”

Martha overcame the instinctive fear with her wrath, rushing forward.
She wasn’t trying to save the team members.

Definitely not.

In order to kill the tenth apostle, in order to disturb his job, she swung her sword.

Slaaam!

The moment she collided with the tremendous energy coming from the tenth apostle’s hand, her wrist snapped as if it would break, and blood gushed from her mouth.
If it weren’t for the Azure Cloud that her father had given her, she would’ve instantly lost her life.

“Keuuu!”

Although not even a second had passed, she felt like her whole body was being smashed.
She wanted to hold out, but it was impossible.
The difference in power between them was as wide as the gap between heaven and earth.

‘Again.
It’s happening again…’

In order to take revenge against that devil, in order to see that no one else would die by that devil’s hand, she kept training with her life on the line—but the difference in power wasn’t reduced at all.
All she ended up doing was throwing away the life that her mother had saved for her.

Creak!

Strength left her hand.
She wanted to tell her team members to run away at least, but she couldn’t even do that.

“Ah…”

“I’m seeing you in a new light.
It was a good choice, Martha.”

The moment Azure Cloud was leaving her hand, Raon’s low voice could be heard in her ears.

“But you can’t do it by yourself.”

The indifferent but slightly warm voice touched her heart, and her vision was dyed with a crimson flame.