The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman Chapter 814

Episode 814

Raon’s eyes fluttered.

‘Igigeeogeom?’

Is it really a sword?

The old booklet that Darkan handed over contained information about the Igigeo Sword.

It was not just a simple explanation or trick, but a detailed description of how to use and how to use the sword.

‘That human…’

Raon looked down at Darkan in vain.

‘Are you sane?’

He says he saved his life, but the same goes for Darkhan.

If Darkhan hadn’t gone to the front and stopped Rust, he might have been caught and taken to the Demon World before he could even formulate a plan.

No, regardless of all that, Darkhan kept his promise even though it meant killing everyone here.

It wasn’t strange to ask for a lot of compensation, but I didn’t understand that they were giving me such a rare book of martial arts.

“What are you thinking?”

Raon narrowed his eyes at Darkan.

“Why are you giving this to me?”

The current situation was so absurd that a question came out without me realizing it.

“Raon?”

“why? “What’s going on!”

Runaan and Marta lowered their posture as if they were about to jump in.

“Did a sword really stick out of that book?”

Lawrence also seemed worried and built a capital.

“In this booklet…”

Raon lowered his eyebrows, pointing to the book of martial arts.

“It contains instructions on how to use Igigeo swordsmanship.”

“her?”

Zalek looked back at Dar’Khan and widened his eyes.

“This is Igigeogum?”

Buren also took a deep breath as if he was surprised.

“….”

Rektar looked at Darkan with calm eyes, as if he had expected something.

“I don’t need it anymore.”

Darkan waved his hand up and down.

“No need?”

“okay. “I have memorized the contents of that booklet so that I can recite it without making a single mistake, even in my dreams.”

He chuckled, saying it was something he didn’t need.

“Even so… hmm?”

Raon looked at the book of martial arts again and frowned.

‘wait for a sec. This sword technique is not Darkan’s Igire sword.’

At first, I was surprised that it was an uneducated book on Igigear swordsmanship, but upon closer inspection, I found that the method of operation was slightly different from Darkan’s Igigeo sword.

‘This is rather…’

The more I read the rules and the method of operation, the more I thought of someone else’s Igigear sword, not Darkhan’s Igigeor sword.

‘Sieghart’s ancestral sword!’

Sieghart’s ancestral sword that I saw in my dream a while ago. I pictured in my mind his Igigeo sword, which formed a barrier by drawing constellations in the sky.

“Darkan.”

Raon quickly looked at the booklet and then called Darkan again.

“Where did you get this book?”

“Was it related?”

Darkan looked at Raon and tilted his chin slightly.

“I got a feeling when I saw your sword.”

He chuckled as he looked at the hilt of the requiem sword.

“My Igieo sword and that martial arts book’s Igieo sword are mixed together.”

A sword made of black air floated from Darkan’s fingers and then disappeared.

“Of course, the structure and operation method are very lax, but should we call it a flow? Should I say that the drawings are the same?”

He laughed, saying that he felt the sword written in this martial arts book in Raon’s sword.

“I’m asking this time. “Where did you see that sword?”

Darkhan looked at me with eyes full of curiosity. Even though he was seriously injured, his interest in swords seemed indelible.

“…in a dream.”

Raon lowered his eyes as he gave an answer that was both true and not true. Since there were many things I didn’t know, that was all I could say right now.

“It was a dream…”

Darkhan looked into his eyes and nodded calmly.

“It’s not like the eyes are lying, but it’s bound to be true. “That book is over a thousand years old.”

He laughed, saying that if the preservation spell had not been applied, the book would have been turned into dust long ago.

“A thousand years…”

Raon pressed his lips down while holding the book of martial arts with both hands.

‘My prediction when I first came here was correct.’

When I saw the back of Sieghart’s ancestor in the cave, I thought he might be related to the Seonggeomryeon, but after seeing this book of martial arts and the flowers he planted, I think it was true.

“Where did you get this book?”

Raon closed the book of martial arts and looked at Darkhan.

“here.”

Darkan lightly nodded.

“This place was originally owned by Seonggeomryeon, so it was only properly managed and not visited. But…”

He grinned and licked his lips.

“I thought there might be something, so I searched everything after I became a Holy Sword Trainer. And I was able to find the book.

Darkan nodded, pointing to the book of martial arts.

“Thanks to you, I was able to learn the sword and learn that this world is much wider than I knew.”

He said with a deep smile, “It was a great opportunity.”

“But your Igier sword is different from the Igire sword in this book.”

Raon lightly tapped the book of martial arts. Darkhan’s Igigear Sword and Ancestor’s Igigear Sword look similar, but the colors are different.

Each has its pros and cons, but overall, King Seonjo’s Igigeoseom seemed superior.

“It’s different. “Muhakseo’s sword will be of greater perfection than mine.”

Darkhan calmly nodded, expressing his lack of swordsmanship.

“But it’s not fun to reproduce exactly what the previous generation created.”

He laughed and said that he wanted to draw his own sword even if it made him weaker.

“Ha…”

Raon’s eyes widened as he saw Darkan looking truly happy.

‘It’s not normal either.’

Usually, people want to learn a ready-made sword, but Darkan wanted to perfect his own sword even though he lacked the capabilities.

The way of thinking was different from that of ordinary people.

“But, it’s a bit weird that the book’s Iggyeo sword appeared in your dream, as you are a direct descendant of Sieghart. No, it’s very strange.”

Darkhan looked at Raon and smoothed his chin.

“There may be a bigger relationship between Sieghart and the Holy Swordsman than we know.”

He curled his lips, saying it was fun.

“Holy Swordsman and Sieghart?”

Buren laughed as if he was dumbfounded.

“Nonsense!”

He was so proud of Sieghardt that he said absolutely nothing, with fierce eyes.

“Ah, that could happen.”

Darkan calmly lowered his hand.

“Anyway, I left Seonggeomryeon, so I have no relationship.”

He shook his head, saying it was just curiosity.

“Really…”

Raon exhaled lowly as he held up the booklet with Igigeogum written on it.

“Are you giving me this book?”

“You sure you don’t want to turn me into someone who takes back what you gave me?”

Darkan tapped his forehead to come to his senses.

“Hmm…”

I moaned involuntarily. To be honest, since Darkan was such an unpredictable person, I was not happy but rather burdened when he received the uneducated letter.

“If you don’t understand, you don’t have to understand.”

Darkan laughed as he looked at Raon’s stiff expression.

“All you have to do is show me a new level of swordsmanship that has never been seen before, as promised to me.”

“I know that.”

“If you don’t look any different when I visit Glenn, I’ll kill you first.”

When he was told to kill, he turned his back without even the slightest intention to kill.

“As promised, I will leave as soon as my condition recovers.”

Darkan went up the mountain, telling him not to worry, as he would be far away.

“There is no need to feel burdened.”

Rektar shook his head, holding Raon’s shoulder.

“Because I was that kind of person from the beginning. “You probably forgot that I already gave you the book.”

He laughed, saying there was no need to think of Darkan by general standards.

“It seems so.”

I thought Darkhan had changed a little, but if you think about it, he was just a swordsman who wanted to see, practice, and learn better swordsmanship from the beginning.

-The king’s thoughts are the same.

Ras narrowed his eyes as he looked at Darkan’s back.

-That guy is one of the few madmen in the demon world. He’s just a crazy guy who only thinks about the sword.

The guy nodded, saying he had no choice but to acknowledge Darkan’s beliefs.

“But how do we organize this place?”

The Magic Swordmaster looked back at the Seonggeomryeon, which was a mess, and shook his head.

“It’s not something that can be done in a day or two.”

The string sword master also sighed, saying he would be tired for a while.

“If we all work together, we will recover quickly.”

Zalek said he should move first and pushed the remains of the building to the side of the road.

He smiled calmly, as if he was glad that it ended without anyone dying.

“This is what happens when we live together.”

Lawrence clicked his tongue lightly.

“This doesn’t happen if you live far away like me.”

He laughed and said that he, the cave dweller, was the final winner.

“In that cave over there…”

Raon raised his finger and pointed toward the cave where Lawrence was staying.

“It looks like a new owner has been decided?”

After climbing the mountain, Darkan entered Lawrence’s cave as if it were natural.

Looking at his confident steps without hesitation, it seemed like he had intended to stay there from the beginning.

“Huhhh!”

Lawrence watched and grabbed his head.

“Why is that crazy person in my cave?”

His chin trembled as if he had never imagined such a situation.

In an instant, their expressions became worse than those whose houses had collapsed.

“Why would you do that? “It’s because everything here is ruined.”

“After all, it’s a squadron battle. “Wise.”

The string sword master and the magic sword master giggled as they looked at the Seonggeomryeon, which was a mess.

“So…”

Raon walked up to the screaming Lawrence and patted his shoulder.

“You should have lived together.”

“shut up!”

* * *

Raon left the mansion after helping with the restoration of the Seonggeomryeon for three days, preparing to leave for Sieghart.

The swordsmen who had sparred with Rektar so far were lined up at the exit of the Holy Sword Training Center, which had been somewhat restored.

“Why are you so late? “They were all waiting for you!”

Marta narrowed her nose, saying she was tired of waiting.

“You weren’t in the room earlier, where did you go?”

Runaan tilted his head as if it was strange.

“On the mountain.”

Raon pointed to the mountain behind. I tried to see Darkan one last time, but he seemed to have already left and was nowhere to be seen.

“I went there too, but it wasn’t there.”

Rektar also shook his head, saying he didn’t see Darkan.

“okay.”

There were more things I wanted to ask Darkan, but it was a shame that he disappeared right away.

As a former holy swordsman, he seemed to keep his promises like a sword.

“Then we’ll just head back.”

Raon stood in front of Rektar and the swordsmen of the Holy Swordsman with his hands clasped together.

“I know it must have been inconvenient, but thank you for dealing with me so far.”

I politely bowed to the prosecutors with sincerity.

“We had fun too!”

“okay. “I’ve never met a swordsman like you who gave me a different feeling every time I dealt with him!”

The magic sword master and the string sword master laughed, saying that they had more fun.

“Now you’re leaving. “The best leech I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Lawrence let out a long breath, feeling relieved now.

“Why do you look sad when the leech is leaving?”

Zalek lifted Lawrence’s long hair and tilted his head.

“You even have tears in your eyes.”

“Who, who is crying!”

Lawrence gritted his teeth and shook his head.

“You didn’t say you were crying, are you really crying?”

“No! “I’m not feeling well because I’ve been homeless for three days!”

He rushed towards Zalek as if trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Do not worry. “I’ll come back to play again.”

Raon laughed lightly as he watched Lawrence and Zalek fighting.

“Never come! “I’m going to kick you out!”

Lawrence wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes and waved his hand to never come.

Even though I was told not to come, the dog seemed to be wagging its tail to tell me to come back quickly when I went out.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Rektar held the shoulders of Raon, Buren, Marta, Runan, and Dorian in turn, revealing a proud smile.

“If you maintain the passion and effort you showed here, you will be able to achieve your desired goals.”

He nodded loudly, saying he would trust everyone.

“yes.”

“thank you!”

Raon and the others bowed towards Rektar with their hands on their chests.

“Martha.”

Lawrence suppressed a whimper and revealed his softly shining golden eyes.

“I will keep the oath I made before as long as I live. “Be sure to call me when that day comes.”

“of course. “I’m working hard to build up my strength.”

Marta raised her fist, saying she would not let good labor go. She, who seemed depressed, seemed to have improved a little thanks to coming here.

“Dorian. Remember that just because you can see with your mind’s eye doesn’t mean you can do everything. And if anything happens, please contact me.”

Zalek also gave Dorian some final advice and handed him a sword that he had prepared himself.

“Yes, Master…”

Dorian sniffled and lowered his head. Although it was a short period of time, it seemed as if he had a lot of affection, and tears like snowflakes fell from his eyes.

“Then I’ll go back.”

After everyone finished saying hello, Raon turned his head to Rektar.

“Don’t push yourself too hard.”

Rektar told her to be careful and hugged her.

“yes. “Grandpa too.”

Raon hugged Rektar and smiled slightly.

“Me too…”

Runaan, who was staring into space, suddenly approached and hugged Raon and Rektar at once.

“Huh…”

“You too, really.”

As Raon and Rektar laughed at Runan, whose eyes were tightly closed, a loud sound rang out from behind.

A sword wrapped in black flame was flying from the side of the mountain.

Hahaha!

Raon quickly pulled out his sword and struck down the sword aimed at the back of his head. The sword wrapped in black light did not bounce far, but exploded with a powerful sword strike right in front of it.

Wooooow!

It is Darkan’s sword. He, who doesn’t know where he is, sent his last greeting to me. It was a greeting worthy of a former great swordsman.

“don’t worry. “I will keep my promise.”

Raon nodded slightly as he looked at the sword floating in the air.

Wooooow!

The sword flicked its blade briefly as if satisfied and then returned to the mountain.

“shit! “Are you still not leaving?”

Lawrence, who found himself homeless again, gritted his teeth.

“Then I really want to go.”

Raon said his final goodbyes to Rektar and everyone else and walked toward the exit of the Holy Sword Academy.

I looked back one last time before entering the dark cave.

I clenched my fist as I remembered the comparison between this place a thousand years ago and today’s Seonggeomryeon.

I don’t know what my ancestors are drawing or what they want from me.

One thing that was certain was that he was just walking the path he had decided for himself.

-The road the King wants is Mint Chocolate Road!

Lars suddenly intervened and shouted that he would walk the Mint Choco path.

-As soon as you get home, serve up a mountain of mint chocolate!

‘Please!’

Raon pushed Ras away who was shouting for mint chocolate and looked back at the top of the mountain.

‘But…’

I think I’ll come back here someday.

Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, I felt like I would eventually come back to this place.

“….”

Raon took one last look at the view of Seonggeomryeon and entered the exit.

* * *

Derus Robert, wearing a jet-black long robe, was sitting on the throne with his legs crossed.

He looked like a stone statue and only looked at the sun shining on the sea.

As time passed, the sun sank, and as the sunset rose over the darkened water, the sea water boiled and caused a huge explosion.

Kuwaaaa!

Above the powerful spray of water, a man with red hair who seemed to capture the sunset came to mind.

The man, whose face was so beautiful that one could believe he was a woman, raised his head with cool eyes flashing.

“The bowl has become even stronger.”

Derus applauded, raising his hand that was resting his chin as if he was satisfied with the man’s appearance.

“As expected, you look good in that look. Beorn.”

He looked at the feminine-looking man and called him by the name of Beorn.

“No, now I have to call you by my previous name…”

“That’s enough.”

Beorn shook his head with dry eyes.

“Because there are only two people who can call me by that name.”

“is it.”

Derus shrugged his shoulders as if it was okay in any case.

“I guess you’re mentally prepared now, right?”

“of course.”

Beorn nodded, looking at the violently churning sea.

“I will take that power with my own hands.”