The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 882

Chapter 882

Raon looked back after deleting the compensation message.

Buren, Marta, Runaan, and Sheryl were looking at themselves with many questions.

‘It’s worth seeing like that’

Even though it was a conversation with Askara, the words “Demon King” and “Demon World” came up constantly, so it was natural to have questions like that.

-What are you going to do?

Lars moistened his lips with his tongue as if he was even more nervous.

‘What can I do… I have no choice but to say…’

Glenn and Rektar already know that Ras is their friend and the Demon Lord.

It seemed right to speak out, since those present were as trustworthy as those two.

-Really?

‘look·’

Raon smiled slightly as he looked into the eyes of Burren, Marta, and Runan, who slowly got up.

‘You have eyes that make me believe whatever you say.’

Although the three leaders of the Gwangpungdae were confused, they did not turn their eyes.

It means that you believe in yourself no matter what happens. Although he is unconscious, Dorian will be no different.

‘and····’

I looked at Cheryl lowering her dual swords. As she had heard a lot, she was more embarrassed than the others, but she did not come forward.

It means that he will listen to what he has to say first. Cheryl was also a trustworthy person.

-Well, then····

Ras’ hands trembled as he looked at Runaan and Marta.

-Can the King finally meet the Ice Cream Girl and the Beef Girl?

The guy jumped up and down in the air as if he was in a good mood. He had been swearing at the system for so long, and now he was calmed down. He was truly a consistent demon king.

“Raon…”

Cheryl approached with heavy steps.

“Can you explain what happened? Why did you speak so strangely, and why did that demon call you the Demon King?”

She looked at herself with trust even in confusion.

-How cheeky!

Lars threw a big punch at Cheryl.

-The King’s speech is strange! Everyone says he’s cool!

The guy grabbed Cheryl by the collar and shook her, telling her to apologize right away.

“I heard that too.”

Burren nodded, holding his burned shoulder.

“They said he was some sort of monarch, and some said he was a demon lord…”

He gave me a calm look as if asking me to explain what he meant.

“Don’t rush me. Just wait and I’ll tell you.”

Martha, who seemed like she would step forward before anyone else, instead calmly suppressed her emotions.

“Yes, clearly…”

Lunan also blinked as usual, as if he had decided to wait like Martha.

“also·”

Raon looked at Cheryl and the three captains and smiled faintly.

“also?”

Martha tilted her head as if she didn’t understand.

“It’s not hard to say, actually…”

As Raon was about to explain the situation, the ceiling collapsed and rocks and dirt began to fall.

“First, let’s wake up the others and get out of here.”

Even now, the intensity of Askara’s fighting spirit was so strong that it sent shivers down my spine, so not only this underground area, but the entire tunnel was about to collapse.

Even if you and Cheryl were trapped underground, there would be no way out, so getting out of here was the priority right now.

“Okay, that’ll come first…”

Cheryl nodded and woke up Borgos and the dwarf craftsmen.

“hey! Dorian! wake up!”

Martha also kicked Dorian, who was unconscious and drooling.

“Huh!”

Dorian jumped up as if he had been shocked.

“what! Obviously, a strange monster came out…”

He opened his eyes blankly, muttering, “Is this a dream?”

“That’s it! “Hurry up and get people on their backs!”

Burren slapped Dorian’s forehead, who was unable to come to his senses, and pointed to the craftsmen who had difficulty walking on their own.

“yes? What happened suddenly…”

“ceiling····”

Runaan raised her finger and pointed at the ceiling. The makeshift pillar of frost she had created was cracking, and stones and dirt continued to fall.

“Huh!”

Dorian nodded as if he finally understood and carried the three seriously injured dwarves at once.

“Lord Borgos, please ride on my back.”

Raon carried Borgos on his back and tried to climb up, but stopped.

As the excitement subsided, the forgotten internal pain suddenly became stronger.

Because the mana circuits around the danjeon were torn, it was difficult to walk on one’s own feet, let alone carry someone.

“Oh, my lord! I will walk on my own feet, so please let me down.”

Borgos fluttered his legs in the air, trying to walk on his own two feet.

“Okay, it’s okay.”

When Raon forced himself to walk, Cheryl, who was standing in front, approached him.

“I’ll carry you, just follow me.”

Cheryl seemed to already be aware of his condition, and lifted Borgos into her arms, even though two people were carrying him on their backs.

Although he was small in stature, he looked like a giant, carrying two dwarves on his back and holding Borgos in his arms.

“sorry·”

“What am I sorry about? If it weren’t for you, we would all have died.”

Cheryl said to just follow behind her and stepped forward again.

“yes·”

Raon let out a long sigh and joined behind Cheryl, who was taking the lead.

“Did the Great Lord catch that monster?”

Dorian took a deep breath as if he remembered Askara who had broken through the dimension.

“As expected, our great lord! I believed in you!”

“I couldn’t catch it. What do you mean I’m counting on it when it’s passed out?”

Raon looked back at Dorian and snorted.

“Even though I fainted, I still believed in the Lord in my heart!”

Dorian shook his head, saying he was serious.

“Okay, take care of the injured people.”

“yes!”

He smiled as if to tell people not to worry and put strength into his arms that were holding people.

“hmm····”

Raon lowered his eyebrows slightly as he forced his heavy legs to move.

When the excitement subsides, the pain should get worse and it should be difficult to move, but strangely enough, the pain was decreasing and my body was becoming more comfortable.

‘what?’

No matter how much of a transcendent he was and how many characteristics he possessed, he was not able to quickly recover from the shock of the Danjeon itself.

It was a good thing, but it was so strange that I wondered if it might actually be a bad thing.

-It’s because of that damn bastard’s jealousy.

Las frowned at himself.

‘speculation?’

-That’s the speculation you got from acting like a piece of shit!

The guy clicked his tongue for a long time.

-Balrog, as a battle demon, has the adaptability to fight anytime, anywhere. What you gained was the fighting spirit of the Balrog king, so an injury of that magnitude is laughable.

Lars sighed, saying that he had gained the strength of a piece of shit.

‘I see·’

As I slowly examined the energy inside my body, I saw that the fighting spirit of Balrog that had entered my liver was moving on its own, filling the wounds in my torn danjeon and mana circuit.

-It’s a little different from treatment, but you can endure it.

‘I think so·’

-Ugh! Giving that kind of power to someone who doesn’t even know this!

Lars said he was going to die because it was a waste and punched the air.

‘Maybe that’s why I got it…’

Raon smiled and quickened his pace.

“Huh? Are you okay?”

Dorian brought up the issue of not walking too fast.

“It’s bearable”

Raon nodded and followed right behind Sheryl. As he moved quickly, he was able to reach the Gray Hammer Guild’s base before the underground space collapsed.

“This place is collapsing too. I have to get out.”

Cheryl shook her head as she watched the rocks fall onto the ash-covered workshop.

“Go, if you’re going to go, let’s go quickly! “I’m going to get crushed!”

Dorian’s chin trembled as if he was scared.

“wait!”

Martha shook her head, holding Dorian by the scruff of his neck.

“yes? But it’s dangerous…”

“You have to wait for the last greeting”

She lifted her finger and pointed behind her.

“····”

Borgos and the craftsmen bit their lips as they looked at their colleagues and workshops burned down.

Even if they died here, they didn’t seem to stop giving their last greetings to their comrades.

Cheeeeeeeing!

Runaan created a barrier of cold to protect everyone so that Borgos and the craftsmen could say their final goodbyes to their comrades.

“ha····”

She may have overexerted herself and bled from her mouth, but she never let go of the cold.

“let’s go····”

Borgos nodded, holding a blackened hammer that belonged to no one. The craftsmen followed him without saying a word and headed for the exit.

“Thank you…”

Borgos bowed to Cheryl and Runaan, who prevented the ceiling and ground from collapsing.

“I can understand that feeling too.”

Cheryl nodded with a thin smile.

“huh····”

Runan calmly closed his eyes as if he was thinking the same thing…

“I think it would be better to go out and say hello… It’s really dangerous now…”

Burren swallowed dryly as he looked at the rocks and dirt pushing down Runaan’s cold.

“Okay, I understand.”

Borgos nodded and went out to the ground with his craftsmen.

“Let’s go too…”

Raon nodded and gestured to Buren, Martha, Runaan, and Dorian.

“okay····”

“Haa, I don’t feel good even though I saved someone.”

“Rest in peace…”

Buren, Marta, and Runaan comforted the dead in their own ways and then ascended upward.

“····”

It was when I was about to go up Laon for the last time.

Phew!

A very faint negative energy rose from inside the collapsing underground village and approached him.

He tried to push it away, but the energy naturally seeped into the requiem sword, avoiding his hand.

‘what?’

It was clearly a bad, negative energy, but I didn’t feel like it would harm me. It felt like a vengeful spirit dwelling in the Jinhon Sword.

‘Since the Master entered the Jinhongeom, strange things have been happening.’

Raon let out a short breath and went up to the surface. As soon as he left, Cheryl’s energy disappeared and the entire underground village built by the Gray Hammer Guild collapsed, and the mountain itself was eroded and huge rocks poured down.

“It was close”

Dorian sighed as he watched the rocks tumbling down.

“Umm…”

Borgos bit his lip as he looked at the tunnel from which he could no longer return.

The craftsmen also seemed to be so emotional that they shed the tears they had been holding back.

“Haaa…”

Borgos grasped the blood-soaked ground with his thick fingers.

After taking a long time to collect his emotions, he slowly got up and approached Raon.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Borgos bowed his head and asked me to tell him what he had found out.

“of course·”

Raon nodded and explained about the King of Balrog, and that the one who called them was the Black Tower Mine.

“I see… In the end, he saved us again…”

Borgos nodded and then knelt down.

“Borgos of the Grey Hammer, meet your benefactor.”

“Meet your benefactor!”

The artisans also bowed down with Borgos.

“Don’t do this…”

Raon shook his head, saying that the wound was getting worse.

“You saved my life and even took revenge on me, but if you can’t even say hello like this, you’re not worth living!”

Borgos bowed his head to the ground, asking for greetings.

“Accept it…”

Cheryl came next to me and held my shoulder.

“I deserved this level of greeting”

She held her chin, saying it would be rude not to receive greetings. This was something Rimmer once said to her.

“···Okay, I will accept it, so get up.·”

Raon received Borgos’ greeting and held his hand.

“I will definitely repay this favor.”

Borgos beat his chest and said he would grant any favor.

“Yes, I will wait.”

“no·”

He got up and shook his head.

“There is no need to wait. I will begin immediately what my benefactor requested.”

Borgos gritted his teeth and said he would start work right away.

“Yes? But in this situation······”

Raon let out a sigh of relief and his hands trembled.

“Rather, it’s better to work at a time like this.”

Borgos clenched his fists, thinking that with his current emotions, he could actually make better weapons and armor.

“So do we!”

“I want to work!”

Other craftsmen and dwarves also shouted with burning eyes to be given work to do.

“Please do me a favor…”

Borgos bowed again, asking them to entrust him with the task of making weapons out of dragon bones.

“I understand. From the beginning, the only person I could entrust with that task was my father-in-law.”

Raon nodded and said thank you.

“But where will you do the work?”

I couldn’t leave this area alone because it seemed dangerous because of the black tower.

“I guess I should go to Sieghart.”

Borgos stared at him and whetted his appetite.

“But do you also accept refugees?”

* * *

Since the dwarves and artisans were seriously injured, they returned to the Sepia family to quickly treat their wounds.

Thanks to the veteran merchant Adis having prepared the healers and priests in advance, everyone, including Borgos, was able to receive treatment quickly.

“I sighed…”

Burren nodded as he closed the door to the treatment room.

“Yeah, fortunately there won’t be any scars that will leave aftereffects.”

Martha nodded, rolling up the bloody bandage.

“It’s thanks to you this time…”

She nodded, looking at the blankly standing Lunan.

“me···?”

Runaan tilted his head as if asking what he was saying…

“You kept the cold air barrier on even though you were sweating profusely. If not for that, I might have had to cut off flesh or cut off arms and legs.”

Martha nodded, saying well done.

“Nachalnyeo compliments…?”

Runaan’s eyes widened as if she was truly embarrassed…

“Who do you think is the devil? I do it when I have to!”

Martha gnashed her teeth at Runaan.

“Nachalnyeo compliments…?”

Runaan repeated the same words and gasped.

“Ugh! I told you, praising me is meaningless!”

Martha snorted, saying she would never compliment him again.

“Don’t fight, just rest for now! “I’ll take you to the guest room!”

Dorian nodded as he stepped between Martha and Runaan.

“Previously·”

Raon looked at the three leaders and Sheryl and shook his head.

“I have something to say, let’s go somewhere quiet.”

“yes? Ah, yes!”

Dorian nodded and led everyone into the drawing room.

It was a fancy room that seemed to show off the financial power of the company. It was well-soundproofed, so it seemed like a good place to have a quiet conversation.

“But what are you trying to say?”

Dorian’s legs shook as if he was impatient.

“Is there anything urgent?”

Raon tilted his chin as he watched Dorian wiggling his fingers.

“Yes, I have to clear out other things before my father comes···”

Dorian nodded, saying that he had to finish the unfinished supply.

-No matter how you look at it, this guy is not normal.

Lars was on the other side, but he shook his head and said that he was crazy at his level.

“If that’s the case, then just sit still.”

Raon squeezed Dorian’s shoulder and sat down in the front row seat.

“Lord Heavenly Sword, no, Cheryl, please sit down too…”

“okay·”

Cheryl also seemed to realize what she was going to say and sat down across from him.

“after····”

Raon met eyes with Burren, Martha, Runaan, Dorian, and Cheryl in turn.

‘Yes, you can trust these people…’

There is no need to explain Buren, Marta, Runaan, and Dorian, and Sheryl also risked her life with Rimmer to save herself and the Thunderstorm.

If you don’t trust them, there will be no one in this world you can trust.

“When I was talking to that demon, the words demon world, demon tribe, and demon king came up.”

Raon folded his hands in front and nodded.

“Yes, that burning monster told you that you were the devil.”

Burren nodded·

“No, didn’t Raon say he was the Demon King first?”

Martha shook her head, saying that came first.

“····”

Runaan looked at her in silence… she just looked like she believed…

“hmm····”

Cheryl also said nothing and waited for her next words.

“Huh? What is that····”

Dorian tilted his head as if asking what he was saying.

“I am not a demon lord or a demon… I am a pure human… but…”

Raon glanced at Lars on his shoulder and shook his head.

“The guy with me is the lord of the demon world…”

He explained about the Las that was next to him.

-Uhm…

Lars’ lips trembled slightly as if he was nervous about explaining himself.

It seemed like he was nervous because he didn’t know how the people he gave affection to would react.

“The devil, the devil…”

“You’re next to me?”

“····”

Burren and Martha opened their eyes wide as if their ears were deceiving them, while Runaan just listened quietly.

“Well, I see… Then it explains a lot of things that have happened so far…”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he said that he now understood the absurd things that had happened so far.

“Isn’t that demon lord dangerous?”

Cheryl lowered her head, worrying about herself before anything else.

“On the contrary, he helped me a lot. He is now my friend.”

Raon smiled faintly and nodded.

“Meantime····”

After taking a short breath, he told me one by one what had happened so far.

“All of that?”

“ah····”

“Then it’s thanks to that Demon King that I survived!”

Martha, Runaan, and Dorian shook their chins in surprise at receiving help from Lars.

“The one that came out when we were annihilated by the Flame Demon Army…”

“Yeah, it’s this guy.”

Raon nodded to Buren.

“Now, wait! then!”

Buren suddenly stood up·

“The thing on your shoulder was not the sea spirit, but the devil?”

He gasped as he looked at Las with the eyes Las had made for him.

“Yes, this guy created your eyes, so you can see shapes on your own.”

Raon poked Las and smiled faintly.

-Now you know, Eyeball! It was the King who gave you your new eyes!

Lars raised his chin to bow.

“···eww·”

Burren chewed his lip as he looked at Lars.

“I just thought the Demon King was something that had to be defeated, but I never thought something like this would happen behind the scenes····”

He made eye contact with Lars, who was looking at him, then nodded as if he had made up his mind.

“Thank you for helping me and us”

Burren knelt on one knee and bowed his head.

-Who, the one with the most beautiful eyes?

Lars widened his eyes…

-I don’t know about other guys, but I thought that guy would hate demons themselves…

The guy trembled his chin as if he was surprised.

‘Because I am no longer a stubborn child…’

Buren was no longer a kid obsessed with jealousy and stereotypes.

Rather than thinking about the negative beings called demons, I thought about the help I received first…

“If there’s anything you want from me, I’ll give it to you.”

Burren nodded, saying he would do everything he could.

-Really?

Lars widened his eyes…

-Can I really say that?

‘I’ll tell you’

Raon nodded while looking at Las, who was twitching the corners of his mouth.

-Well, of course it’s cooking! Tell the king to bring all the dishes he has never tried!

Lars laughed, saying that since Buren is rich, he would know good food.

“My friend says…”

Raon smiled and nodded.

“They say they want mysterious and difficult sword techniques. They also say that the more valuable the sword techniques, the better.”

-uh···?

Lars blinked his eyes blankly and looked at Raon.

-Bo, when is the real king! Food! Not swordsmanship!

The guy was running around asking what he was doing.

‘Oh, sorry… I’ll say it again…’

Raon scratched the back of his head and opened his lips again.

“Not only swordsmanship, but also martial arts and martial arts are good. This guy is very interested in human martial arts.”

“Yeah, really? Okay, I’ll take everything I can bring.”

Burren clenched his fist as if to say, wait.

-Are you really a human being?

Las grabbed Raon by the collar and shook him violently.

-Even the damn Elyos and gods are not as good as you! Where on earth did this guy come from?