The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 850
The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman Chapter 850
“ah····”
Aris’ lips trembled as she looked at the brown ceiling with luxurious patterns carved on it.
‘I’m alive?’
I thought I would never wake up in this world again, but I was definitely alive and breathing…
‘here is····’
When I turned my eyes, I saw luxurious decorations and wallpaper, and on the right table were medicine and bloody bandages.
It seemed like a luxurious mansion was being used as a hospital room.
‘Is this Uncle Pedric’s mansion?’
Pedric used one of Sieghard’s mansions as a treatment room, and it appeared to be one of the hospital rooms.
When I struggled to raise my head and look out the window, I could see the road leading to the annex… It was clear… This was Sieghart…
‘Why am I here?’
He was captured by Sif in the deepest part of the dungeon. He couldn’t remember how he came back to Sieghart.
‘After I was stabbed in the cavity… Ah!’
As I slowly came back to my senses, the last scene among my remaining memories came to mind…
“Li, Rimer…”
The scene where Sif’s black sword pierces Rimmer’s chest and Raon sees it… A memory that I wouldn’t believe even if it were a nightmare was slowly pictured in my mind…
“Ahhhh…”
Aris held her head and let out a moan as if her vocal cords were being torn apart.
‘no! no! ‘If I’m here, wouldn’t Rimmer be okay?’
Since he returned to Sieghardt alive, he held out the slightest hope that Rimmer might also be alive.
But at the same time, my sense of being a warrior tells me that no one would be able to survive the wounds that Rimmer suffered.
‘Sif, why on earth are you…’
The Sif he knew had a kind and gentle personality, even if he wasn’t just.
The reason I raised him strong was to prevent his delicate heart from being broken or hurt, but I never dreamed that a person would change that much.
‘Is Raon okay?’
Sif absorbed her own blood and shattered the Wall of Transcendence.
There was a flood of worry about what he would do to Raon and whether the children of Gwangpungdae would be safe.
“Uuuh…”
While Aris was in agony, holding her head with both hands, the door to the hospital room opened, and Pedric and Lavawin came in.
“…Aris, you’re awake…”
Pedric let out a heavy groan as he looked at Aris’ distorted eyes.
“Aris!”
Labawin ran to Aris without realizing that he had dropped the bandages and wet towel he was holding in his hands.
“Mo, are you feeling okay?”
He looked at Aris’ thin cheek and pressed his trembling lips down.
“Labawin…”
Aris opened her dry lips in a frustratingly slow manner…
“What happened? No, what happened to Rimmer and Sif!”
She asked about them before anyone else.
“that····”
“Labawin, you call the people.”
Fedric let out a low breath and nodded to Lavawin…
“Ah, I understand…”
Labawin looked at Aris’ trembling eyes and walked out of the hospital with weak steps.
“Mister, why did you send Lavawin? Please tell me. I feel like I’m going to die again from frustration…”
Aris vomited blood from her mouth as she touched her chest where the wound had not fully healed. It seemed as if the internal wounds that had subsided due to the intense emotions had opened up.
“The person who can tell that story is neither me nor Lavawin…”
Pedric shook his head as he grabbed the cloth on the table.
“The person with the answer you want will come, so just wait…”
He only wiped away the blood that flowed from Aris’ mouth, as if he had no intention of telling her what she wanted.
“The guy with the answer…”
Aris raised her head, swallowing the blood rising from her chest.
“Is it Raon?”
“okay·”
Pedric calmly nodded as if he could tell me that…
“Haaa…”
Aris put her trembling hands together and breathed a sigh of relief.
I was also worried about Raon’s condition, but hearing that he was coming here made me feel a little relieved. At least it meant that Raon was safe.
“I’m glad… really…”
While I was waiting for Raon with a little hope that Rimmer might still be alive, I heard a loud noise outside the hospital room.
Phew…
A faint sound of breathing was heard, then the door to the hospital room opened and Raon and Glenn came in.
“ah····”
The moment I saw Raon’s eyes, I kept the first question I wanted to ask in my mouth.
A mature darkness hung over the eyes of my nephew, who was learning about the world through bright light.
Tuuk·
Aris realized that the hope she was holding on to was gone, and dropped the hands she had gathered in front of her chest.
‘Rimer…’
* * *
Raon bit his lip as he looked at Aris, who was shaking.
‘I never thought my aunt would look this weak…’
In a way, I thought of Aris as a stronger person than Glenn…
I always thought he was a self-confident and proud warrior, a person worthy of being imitated by both men and women.
However, the Aris in front of me now had a white complexion and was trembling with anxiety…
He looked like a person in despair, with all hope shattered.
‘aunt····’
In fact, after Rimmer died, he blamed himself and then turned his resentment towards others.
Among them, the person who aimed the greatest resentment was Aris.
He also complained absurdly, asking why he was looking for Sif and why he couldn’t stop Sif’s surprise attack because he was caught up in his emotions.
But after sending Rimmer away, I realized that there was someone else to blame.
The person who destroyed Sif and killed Rimmer was Derus Robert. The only person to blame and the only person to kill was him.
‘The person having the hardest time right now is not me, it’s my aunt…’
He was betrayed by the son he barely found, and that son killed Rimmer, whom he treated as a friend, and eventually died at the hands of his nephew…
If it had all been his own doing, he might have gone crazy even though he had become mentally stronger in his second life.
“after····”
Raon blew away his pent-up emotions with a small sigh and approached Aris.
“Is your body okay?”
“····”
Aris bit her dry lip as she looked at Raon’s sunken gaze.
“…Can you tell me what happened so far?”
Although she seemed to know the outcome to some degree, she wanted her own answer.
“yes·”
Raon nodded and sat down on the chair in front of Aris’ bed.
“I’ll tell you everything… After my aunt was stabbed by Sif…”
It’s not good to lie about something like this… Trusting Aris’s mental power, I decided to tell everything…
“···So, I chased Sif and Bardiel out of the dungeon·”
Raon paused for a moment, looked at the ceiling, then lowered his gaze.
I looked at Aris’ bulging eyes as if they would explode if I touched him, and then said the last words…
“After that, I killed them both with my own hands. I’m sorry.”
He lowered his head and said that he had killed Sif with his own hands.
“····”
Aris closed her eyes without speaking. The tears that had formed around her eyes fell and wet the blood-stained pillow.
“sorry·”
Aris opened her eyes again and struggled to get up. She got off the bed and tried to force herself to kneel.
“It’s all my fault…”
Aris lowered his head, letting out a groan as if he were scraping metal.
“If I hadn’t set out to find Sif, if I hadn’t gotten emotional and lost my strength, if I hadn’t let Sif off guard! I! I! “I am!”
She blamed herself and hit the not-yet-healed wound on her chest with her fist. The white bandage was soaked with blood, and blood burst out from her mouth.
“It’s not your aunt’s fault…”
Raon shook his head while holding Aris’ blood-covered fist.
“The person you should blame is not your aunt, but Derus Robert.”
“no! It’s all because of me! I····”
Aris sat down and began to sob, as if she had no strength to shake off her fist.
“aunt····”
Raon chewed his lip as he looked at Aris, who was so weak that she couldn’t even cry properly.
My heart ached in a different way than when I found out about Rimmer’s death. I wanted to say something, but there was nothing I could do.
“Aunt, I am…”
“Raon·”
As he was about to offer words of comfort, Glenn put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head. It seemed to mean that Aris also needed time.
-You weren’t stable from the beginning either…
Lars looked at Aris and tasted bitterly.
-Even that idiot needs time…
‘Yes, that’s right’
As Ras said, Aris’ current appearance is no different from her state when she first woke up.
“Aaaahhh…”
Aris gasped as if her chest was tight, closed her eyes, and fell down.
“aunt!”
Raon grabbed Aris’ shoulders and arms and shook her body, but she did not wake up.
“Get out of the way…”
Pedric took a long breath and checked Aris’ condition.
“I just fainted from mental exhaustion… It’s not serious yet… There’s no need to worry…”
He said it would be okay and put Aris back on the bed.
“Aris-sama…”
Lavawin covered his mouth and sobbed as if he understood Aris’s feelings.
“I guess I’ll have to postpone the sparring until later…”
Glenn shook his head heavily, saying we’ll spar next time.
“yes·”
Raon nodded, then saw Glenn’s eyes and clenched his molars.
‘Come to think of it····’
Grandfather’s face is also nonsense…
Although he didn’t realize it because he was concentrating on his own emotions, Glenn’s eyes were also dark and sunken.
‘Yes, of course…’
Rimmer, who was his closest subordinate, was let go, his grandson killed his grandson, and his daughter was devastated both mentally and physically, so the person suffering the most now would be Glenn.
However, like the head of Sieghardt, he did not reveal his sadness to anyone, but comforted and looked after others.
I admired him for not being able to show his emotions, but I also felt sorry for him.
“I will stay here… You tell the other children that Aris has woken up…”
“All right····”
After bowing deeply, I left Pedric’s mansion.
“····”
Raon, unaware of the people, looked at the bright sky and let out a heavy breath.
“Human relationships… are really difficult…”
* * *
“Is this the black sword?”
Vulcan narrowed his eyes as he looked at Sif’s black sword, which looked like it was made of black amethyst.
“It has a very unusual shape… It looks like it was carved from a gem, not made…”
He touched his chin, saying it was his first time seeing a sword like this.
“Raon said it was like this from the first time he saw it…”
Roen placed the black sword on the table and nodded.
“There is a devil written on this sword. It is also a devil with a terrible curse. How can it be so murderous and malicious?”
Vulcan wasted his time muttering that he understood that he had robbed Aris of his power.
“You shouldn’t touch it directly yet…”
Roen blocked Vulkan’s hand trying to grab the black sword.
“As you said, there is a curse on it, so anyone who is not the master will refuse it… Even though it is currently asleep, if it is not the master, it will faint the moment it catches it…”
He lowered his eyebrows, saying that you have to be at least a master to hold this sword.
“Then what should you do with me?”
He shrugged his shoulders, asking what he should do since he can’t even catch Vulkan…
“So the shaman of the Beast League came… If he suppresses the shaman, you will be able to see it…”
When Roen lowered his head, an old man with a gray beard who was leaning against the wall came forward.
“It’s Passiron…”
The Beast League shaman introduced himself as Pasiron and looked down at the black sword with hawk-like eyes.
“There is definitely a terrible curse attached to it… It looks like it has consumed the blood of at least a thousand people…”
Pasiron let out a low groan, saying it had been a while since he had seen an object with such a strong curse.
“This blade was made by compressing blood and coagulating it with a curse spell. It’s harder than steel… no, it’s harder than any other metal.”
He covered his nose and mouth with his hand as if he was nauseous.
“But for now, the curse is sleeping… It seems that it will only wake up when other conditions are met.”
“It’s just as you said…”
Roen looked at Pasiron and nodded…
“According to the words of Great Lord Gwangpung, they also used the common blood curse…”
“A lot of people must have died there too. But I don’t think that’s all.”
Pasiron raised his hand on the blade of the black sword and recited an unknown spell.
“That’s not it?”
Balkan tilted his head as if asking what he was saying…
“It is the same with pharmaceuticals, martial arts, and magic, but witchcraft can exert greater power if restrictions are placed on it. For example, if restrictions are placed on such things as only using a sword on someone or committing murder only in certain places, the power given is greater. Become stronger…”
Passiron narrowed his eyebrows, saying that was the basis of witchcraft.
“····”
Roen didn’t say anything more and kept his mouth shut…
“The only forces that can use this level of magic are the White Blood Church and Eden… Of course, it would be different if there were forces hidden by Derus Robert and that evil spirit…”
Passiron let out a short breath, saying that he might need to look into it a little more.
“So, can you lift the curse on this sword?”
Balkan said with an expectant look in his eyes, saying that only then would he be able to see the sword in detail.
“····”
Passiron examined the sword without answering and then shook his head heavily.
“I can solve it, but I can’t do it alone… As I said, dozens of shamans will have to die because more than a thousand blood has accumulated…”
He lowered his eyes, saying that it would take a lot of sacrifice to lift the curse of the black sword.
“Ha, it’s dirty…”
Balkan chewed his lip in bewilderment.
“Then may I take a look?”
Denier opened the door to the living room and came in. He smiled brightly, saying he wanted to take a look at the black sword.
“Oh, come to think of it, Lord Hyeonmu Jeon also studied this area.”
He clapped his hands softly as if he remembered Roen.
“Yes, I also remember the nickname omnivore.”
Balkan also nodded, saying he had heard rumors about Denier.
“It’s not omnivorous, it’s magazine-eating.”
Denier laughed and grabbed the black sword lying on the table.
“I’m not an expert in magic, but I know a little bit about curses… and this… hmm?”
When he was about to lift the black sword from the table, a hand appeared with a blue wind and snatched the sword.
“I’m sorry····”
It’s Raon. He appeared like a thunderbolt and shook his head coolly, holding a black sword in his hand.
“Jeonju cannot touch this sword.”