The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

s of Flame Spirit to stand in front of the archbishop.

“Ah…”

The archbishop stepped back with a trembling chin.

“I’ll finish you off no…”

“Die!”

The archbishop suddenly stopped her steps and charged forward.
She used all of her remaining bloody energy to stab Raon’s heart with her staff.

“But of course.”

Raon nodded with his cold gaze fixated on her.

‘This is how the White Blood Religion should be.’

The White Blood Religion never admitted their sins, nor begged for their lives or for forgiveness.
They were lunatics who believed that they were just, and that they were always right.

That was the only way they could justify their eating human flesh and drinking human blood.

Raon used the River Footwork.
He pierced into the archbishop’s chest, stabbing her heart with the Blade of Requiem.
The white blood seeping into the ground was blurrier than the apostle’s.

“Kuh…”

The archbishop’s eyes rolled, filled with frustration instead of resentment as she collapsed.

[The Blade of Requiem has absorbed a tremendous amount of bloody energy.]

[The Blade of Requiem is purifying the bloody energy.]

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[Translator – Kyangi]

[Proofreader – Harley]

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The Blade of Requiem started to vibrate powerfully.

‘I have never obtained so much bloody energy before.’

Since he’d absorbed the bloody energy from both an apostle and an archbishop, he couldn’t even begin to guess how many stats he’d gained from that.

‘I’m looking forward to how much I’ll get.
Don’t you agree?’

Shut up! You are taking them away from the King of Essence… Kuh…

Wrath bit his lip.
He was apparently already worrying about it.

Raon raised his head after shaking the blood off of the Blade of Requiem.
The cavern was completely silent.

“Th-That’s crazy…”

“How could he kill an apostle and an archbishop so easily…?”

“Raon Zieghart.
Is he that genius called the Frostfire Sword of Valor?”

“That can’t be described as a genius.
He’s a monster.”

“I heard he’s not even twenty years old…”

People from the Balkar kingdom, warriors from smaller groups, and the shadows were all expressing their astonishment with their widened eyes.

Since Raon had pretty much slain the strongest faction in the cavern on his own, their reaction was only natural.

“S-Sir Raon!”

Zatice walked up to him while smiling brightly.

“Thank you for saving me!”

He bowed.
His bright smile had no trace of displeasure.
Just like before, he was thanking him for what he’d done without considering the conflict between the groups.

“I really have no excuse, since you’ve helped me every single time.”

Zatice scratched the back of his head in shame.

“That’s not true.”

Raon shook his head.
Zatice had also gotten stronger than when they met in Porvan before.
He believed that Zatice would be able to reach a great height as long as he maintained his unbiased personality.

“Well, then…”

Raon stomped the ground powerfully enough to make the entire cavern tremble, causing everyone from Balkar, the smaller groups, and the shadows to flinch and step back.

“I’ll make it clear.
Zieghart has no intention of sharing Lohengreen’s legacy.
If you have a problem with it, we will need to fight it out here.”

“Hmm…”

“Kuh…”

Naturally, no one could argue against him.
Since he was the monster that had slain the White Blood Religion’s apostle in a single strike, no one was able to defy him.
Even though Morell was the only person who was a match for him, he couldn’t say anything, as Raon had just saved his life.
As a result, no one was able to speak up.

“A-Are you saying that Zieghart is going to take all of that?”

After a brief silence, a gray-haired middle-aged man stepped forward from the smaller groups.
He was a warrior at the highest level of Expert.
He seemed to be the representative of the smaller groups.

“Indeed.”

Raon nodded without hesitating in the slightest.

“Isn’t that excessive? Balkar has also…”

“Haa!”

Morell sighed to interrupt the middle-aged man’s speech.

“Raon Zieghart has saved our lives.
Salaman will withdraw now.”

He walked up to Raon and returned the ointment.

“You better not try to call it even with that.”

“Of course I’m not.
I’m not as nasty as your squad leader.”

“You sound a lot more trustworthy now that you said that.”

Raon nodded, and Morell frowned before he turned his head.

“Let’s return.”

“W-Wait!”

Princess Jayna briskly stood up in denial.

“We can’t simply return after having reached all the way here…”

“Princess, for instance…”

“Ah, Princess Jayna.”

Raon interrupted Morell and walked up to Princess Jayna.
He moved his mouth in the shape of the word ‘contract’ with a smile on his face.

“Hiee!”

Her face turned pale.
She seemed to have finally remembered signing a contract with him.

“It’s been a while.”

“It’s…”

“It’s?”

“I-It’s been a while, Sir.”

Jayna nodded with trembling lips.

“So, do you have any problem with my suggestion?”

“No…”

She sniffled without even raising her head.
She was apparently overwhelmed by shame and frustration at the same time.

“Hmm, this is the second time I’ve saved you, Princess Jayna.
Maybe I deserve a reward for this.”

“Kuh…”

“Don’t you agree? I’ve saved the princess who is supposed to be the cherished daughter of Balkar, so I should get a present or a godly tablet at least…”

“Balkar aren’t shameless people.
You don’t need to worry about it, since we repay lives with lives and blood for blood.”

Morell spoke while looking at her, and her entire body started to tremble.
She put her hand in her inner pocket and took out a golden tablet.
Jayna’s name was written on it.

“Here…”

Her trembling hand made it look like she was having a stroke as she handed over the godly tablet.

“How nice of you, princess.”

Raon didn’t refuse it, immediately taking her tablet.

‘It was the right decision to get something to threaten her with.’

Raon figured that he could use the tablet to make a request from Balkar’s king instead of Jayna herself, since it was widely known that Balkar’s king cherished Jayna a great deal.

Raon unconsciously smiled, as it was a pretty good treasure.

“Take this one too.”

As Raon was nodding in satisfaction, Morell threw a red colored tablet towards him.
It was a hexagonal tablet with a snake engraved in the center.

“What is this…?”

“That’s mine.
You should use it when you need it.”

“Thank you.”

“Aren’t you going to try refusing?”

“Why would I ever refuse a treasure?”

“That’s true.”

Morell chuckled and turned around.

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“Let’s head back.
Support the princess.”

“Yes!”

The female knights supported Jayna upon hearing him.
Morell stopped before leaving the cavern and turned around.

“Raon Zieghart.
I’ll make sure to repay this favor.”

He expressed his gratitude one more time before going upstairs.
Zatice also nodded with a faint smile on his face.
Jayna seemed to be grinding her teeth, and Inield was completely ignoring him.

“W-We are also going to leave!”

“Thank you for saving us!”

“Thank you very much! We will repay this favor no matter what.”

The warriors from the smaller groups bowed to him as soon as Balkar left, their lips trembling.

“Are you really thankful to me?”

“Of course we are!”

“So you are going to repay the favor, right?”

“Of course!”

“Ah, I appreciate that a lot.
Dorian!”

“Yes?”

Dorian was watching Balkar’s people leave from the entrance.
He briskly turned his head around upon hearing his call.

“Those people are leaving.
Write down their names and affiliations.”

“Ah, yes!”

Dorian nodded and put down the desk he was holding in front of the entrance, taking out a piece of paper and a pen.

“E-Excuse me, why would you need our names…?”

“You just said that you would repay the favor.
If that’s the case, it’s better to properly organize it.”

A faint smile appeared on Raon’s face as he looked at the warriors from the smaller groups.
A faint but cold pressure emerged from his smile.

Gulp!

The warriors from smaller groups swallowed nervously upon seeing Raon’s smile.

‘N-No way, is he…’

‘That’s right.
He’s telling us to bring money or gifts, just like the Balkar did a moment ago…’

‘Wh-What the…?’

‘Wasn’t he the Frostfire Sword of Valor? He was supposed to be an honorable man!’

‘B-But it looks like he’s going to kill us if we don’t.’

‘It’s all your fault for speaking up! We could’ve just thanked him and none of this would’ve happened!’

The warriors broke out in cold sweat upon realizing Raon’s intentions.

“Let’s go.”

“Sniff…”

“Ack!”

Raon bobbed his chin to urge them to continue, and the warriors from the smaller groups clenched their teeth and walked towards Dorian.

“Yes! First person! Give me your name!”

Dorian was sitting in front of the white wood desk on a white wood chair that he had taken out at some point.
The way the desk and chair were shining white in color and contrasting with the corpses filling the cavern looked rather out of place.

“I’m Reekel from the Purple Eagle guild…”

“Alright, Sir Reekel from the Purple Eagle guild…”

He quickly wrote down their names and affiliations with experienced movements.

Raon turned his head to look at the last group.
They were Derus Robert’s shadows.
He met the eyes of the assassins that were the exact same as himself in his previous life.

‘This is a nostalgic feeling.’

The eyes of the shadows reminded him of the past.
It was the hellish days where he had to give up humanity and turn into a hunting dog in order to accomplish the missions he was assigned.

When he thought about the past, he didn’t want to kill them anymore.
After all, they had been brainwashed after getting kidnapped or sold off to Derus Robert.

‘Shall I try making them return?’

The shadows had a simple pattern of action.
If they even had a 0.1% chance of success, they would disregard their lives to fight, but they would withdraw instead if it was completely impossible.
And the possibility of success was decided through the senses engraved in their bodies and brain.

“What are you planning to do?”

Raon resonated the Ring of Fire and ignited the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.
The powerful energy wave of a Master burst out endlessly.
Rubble started to fall down from the ceiling, and the floor started to collapse.

“Huff!”

“Ugh!”

“Kuu…”

The shadows trembled upon facing that powerful pressure.
Their calm eyes now looked like they were about to pop out as they trembled violently.

Tap!

The shadows withdrew upon realizing that they had no chance of winning against Raon.
They leapt over the warriors of the smaller groups that were lined up in front of Dorian, leaving through the passage.

“Huh?”

“A-Are you just releasing them?”

“But they are assassins!”

The warriors from the smaller groups widened their mouths, since they weren’t expecting him to release the assassins.

“I’m not a murderer.
I’m not going to kill them if they aren’t trying to fight me.”

Raon shook his hand while smiling faintly.

“Then you should make them write down their names just like we are doing!”

“Do you think assassins would reveal their names? They would rather kill themselves.”

“Ugh…”

“But you shouldn’t try writing a fake name or affiliation, because I have a pretty good memory.”

Raon murmured that he remembered all of their faces, and the people who had finished writing came back running towards Dorian.

“I-I made a mistake!”

“Me too! My name is actually…”

Raon chuckled and turned around.

You are evil! You are truly evil! Did you used to be a demon king in another dimension or something?

Wrath’s mouth was wide open.
Raon couldn’t tell whether he was impressed or shocked by him.

[Hahaha! I should’ve expected no less from the priest.
My preparations were completely unnecessary.]

Lohengreen also exclaimed in admiration.

“It wasn’t a big deal.
I just…Hmm?”

Raon interrupted himself and looked at the Blade of Requiem in his hand.
The blade had been silent because it was busy absorbing the bloody energy, but it started to vibrate violently.

Whir!

The Blade of Requiem roared and guided Raon.
He followed its guidance, and he could see the fourth apostle’s corpse.

“But you already finished absorbing the bloody energy.”

Whir!

The Blade of Requiem pointed at the fourth apostle’s hand instead.

“That’s…”

The longsword that the fourth apostle was swinging was located in that direction.

Whir!

Raon swallowed nervously while staring at the longsword.

“Are you telling me that you can make the power of that longsword yours?”

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