The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman Chapter 782

Episode 782

Hwaaaaa!

A girl with brown hair emerged with a small ember, like a bonfire.

Strangely enough, the girl was hugging the old-looking wooden sword as if it were a treasure.

Raon swallowed dryly as he looked at the child floating like a cloud.

‘Is that child Sia?…’

Sia must have been much younger than she is now when she wore the green king’s helmet, so it was not particularly strange that her soul took the form of a young girl.

‘Fortunately, it doesn’t look like there are any injuries.’

Perhaps because Murka protected her well, there was not even the slightest scratch on Sia’s soul.

Whoa!

When Raon breathed a sigh of relief and tried to approach Sia, the black ash left behind by Murka’s spirit enveloped her and himself.

‘This…’

I was wondering if I should stop it, but I felt the warmth that Murka showed in the black ash. I lowered my hand, thinking that his actions must have meaning.

Hwaaaah.

As Murka’s black ashes carefully seeped into my vision, a bright, deep red light like fighting spirit welled up from her.

“Ah…”

Raon saw the meeting of Murka and Sia in the light where their souls intersected.

[mom! Dad!]

Young Sia found Sylvia and Edgar in a world of images where she existed alone.

The small cabin behind her, the steaming hot food, and the green bushes and trees showed that she had had a happy childhood.

[Where are you!]

As if she thought she was in reality, Sia sat down and called Sylvia and Edgar. Naturally, the two did not show up.

Before we knew it, the food had gone cold, the bushes and trees had dried and fallen, and gray snow had piled up in the cabin. Sia’s feelings of despair influenced the world of images.

[Ugh….]

As if Sia realized that crying was useless, she stopped crying and stood up. She did not eat the food or enter the hut.

What Sia reached for was an old wooden sword stuck between the firewood. She held a wooden sword like the one Edgar used and struck the air.

[Dad…]

It had no power, was slow, and had a misaligned path, but it was clearly Edgar’s magic sword.

Sia seemed to be trying to overcome her fear by imitating Edgar’s swordsmanship. This is something that is difficult for an ordinary young girl to even think about. Now I realized that she was Sylvia and Edgar’s daughter.

Couuuuuuuuck!

It was a time when Sia’s spirit was growing and the forest was trying to regain its greenness.

A huge crack opened in her world of images, and another world of images invaded. It was the black dead forest of Murka.

Quaaaaaaa!

The hut and forest built in Shia’s image were crushed like dry leaves by the powerful wave created when the two worlds of images collided.

This phenomenon occurred due to the overwhelming size of Murka’s soul.

Don’t fall in!

Elephants and ants. No, due to the difference in power that grew beyond that, Shia’s image began to be absorbed into Murka’s image.

Gooooooo!

Murka approached Sia with red eyes flashing. He exhaled a breath mixed with the smell of blood, revealing the despair and anger he felt when he was betrayed by humans and died.

[Ah…]

Sia collapsed on the spot, unable to breathe properly, as if she was exhausted by Murka’s murderous intent.

[Human!]

Murka seemed to remember Ethian’s childhood through Sia and gripped the stone sword stronger.

Sadness and despair seemed to bloom in his shaking eyes.

Coo coo coo coo!

Murka raised the stone sword above his head. Even a light slap would have turned Sia into a handful of blood, but he just gritted his teeth and looked at Sia.

[Queuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuka.

It wasn’t his anger towards Essian that was reflected in his eyes, but his concern for the children of the tribe he had finally sent away.

In the end, Murka did not give in to his anger and carefully lowered the stone sword.

What he chose was not cruel revenge against humans, but tolerance.

[You may also be a sacrifice to those demons.]

Murka bit her lip until it bled, pushing away the despair and anger that were trying to dominate her mind.

[If I kill you, you will be no different from those beasts.]

He forgave humans for their malice and prayed to the God of Nature, hoping that the young tribes would survive well.

[Huh….]

When Sia realized that Murka’s vitality had disappeared, she held her chest and let out a heavy breath.

[What is your name?]

Murka knelt down and was at eye level with Sia.

[Si, it’s Sia.]

Sia felt Murka’s eyes become warm and said her name.

[How did we get here?]

[Well, I don’t know either. I was with my dad, and people wearing strange helmets flew in…]

She bit her lip, saying she had no memory of it after that.

[Where am I? Where are my dad and mom?]

[It’s hell.]

[So, then I can’t see my mom and dad anymore?]

Sia put her hands together and had tears in her eyes, as if she knew about hell.

[No, that’s not it….]

Murka stuttered as if embarrassed by Sia’s tears.

[I will tell you properly. This is…]

It was when he was trying to explain to Sia again.

Quad deuk!

The world of Sia’s imagination began to melt like snow in spring. If that entire space collapses, she too will disappear.

[Is this what you were aiming for?]

Murka frowned as he looked at the image of Sia collapsing.

It was clear that the monsters wearing the helmet knew that they would not kill the child, and designed it so that the two images collided and the child died naturally.

[I will not fall for your tricks.]

Murka pounded his chest vigorously. He clenched his fists, determined not to unleash his malice on an innocent child.

[Sia. What is the most precious thing to you?]

Murka let out a low breath while holding Sia’s increasingly blurry hand.

[This, this.]

Shia lifted the old wooden sword she was holding in her hand.

[It’s my father’s sword.]

[It’s a good sword.]

Murka nodded, saying it would be okay.

[Come this way.]

He took Sia with him and returned to the world of his own imagination.

Coooooo!

Murka struck down the stone sword, causing a strong shock in the world of images.

He endured pain so severe that it tore his soul apart and continued to destroy his imaginary world.

Kwaaaaang!

Thanks to the constant slashing of the stone sword, a hole was eventually created in Murka’s mind large enough for a small child to fit through.

[Go inside.]

Murka told Sia to go into the hole and vomited black blood. It seemed as if his soul had been deeply wounded.

[Ah, uncle. Are you okay?]

[I’m fine.]

Murka smiled, lightly wiping away the blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth.

[You said you wanted to meet Mom and Dad, right? I will make sure to meet you.]

He patted Sia’s head as if to tell her not to worry.

[mister. What is your name?]

Sia stopped going into the hole and looked up. Her eyes no longer trembled. It contained only the innocence of thinking that Murka was the same person.

[Murka.]

Murka wiped away the tears from Sia’s eyes and revealed her name.

[He is the most incompetent and stupid king in the world.]

[Wow, the king?]

[Stop sleeping.]

As Murka stroked Sia’s forehead, she fell limp as if she had fallen asleep.

[There’s no time.]

Murka’s fingertips trembled as she watched Sia’s world collapsing.

There was no time to sit still because this child could only survive if a spell was cast before the world was destroyed.

Whoa whoa!

After filling the hole where Sia went in, Murka lifted the stone sword upside down and stabbed himself in the stomach without hesitation.

Gooooooo!

The pact Murka made by pouring out his soul’s blood ensures that Sia’s soul will be protected as long as he does not move from this position. And without his approval, Sia will never wake up from her sleep.

Murka had no thoughts of revenge against the Essians or worries about the runaway tribe. The only thing I draw is to save the life in front of me. It was a moment when his soul ascended to a higher level.

[Phew.]

Murka lowered the stone sword only after confirming that Sia’s soul had settled in his image. He laughed weakly as he pounded the ground to keep Sia from waking up.

[It’s probably going to be a long time…]

* * *

Raon bit his lip as he watched Murka’s spirit swaying Sia’s soul.

‘Murka…’

Even though I saw it in person, I couldn’t believe that the orcs who lost their tribe after being betrayed by humans would trust and protect humans again.

It was a shocking thing even for the reincarnated person.

“Thank you for protecting my sister.”

I bent down towards Murka’s soul. This was a compliment and a greeting of respect from one person to another.

Wooooow!

Murka made a small noise as if accepting the thanks and wrapped his arms around Sia.

Hwaaaaa!

As the black ashes left by Murka seep into Sia, her appearance begins to change. She went from being a child to a girl with brilliant vitality, and changed into what she is now.

Murka seemed to have grown Sia’s soul with his own soul, as if he was keeping his word of protecting Sia.

“Murka.”

Raon bowed his head towards Murka’s soul, which had faded as if it would disappear.

“If you get the chance, let’s find out if your descendants are doing well.”

Whoops.

The last piece of Murka’s soul seeped into him as if asking for a favor.

As I saw and felt, he had a friendlier energy than anyone else.

Hwaaaaa!

When Murka’s presence completely disappears, the black dead forest collapses, and the image of Sia seen in the red light comes back to life. Small cabins and green forests filled the gray-white space.

Raon lost consciousness as he watched Sia coming down to the hut.

* * *

When Raon opened his eyes again, he saw Glenn and Merlin frowning.

“Grandfather! “It’s my turn this time!”

Merlin lifted his chin towards Glenn.

“What nonsense are you talking about! Didn’t you carry it yesterday too? And don’t call me grandpa!”

Glenn looked down at Merlin and frowned.

“What do you call your grandfather, Grandpa?”

Merlin also shook his head without giving up.

“I can’t communicate with you…”

“Hey…”

Raon raised his hand towards Merlin and Glenn.

“Why are you fighting?”

“uh? Raon? “Why did you wake up?”

Merlin patted his stomach gently, telling him to sleep more.

“Hmm…”

Glenn also cleared his throat for a long time as if he was disappointed.

-Those two. They were fighting over who would carry you.

Lars shook his head as if he was pitiful.

-Doing that every day is so annoying!

The guy clicked his tongue, saying that humans live really tiring lives.

‘Ah…’

Raon chuckled. Now I understand why the two had been fighting.

“Don’t fight over strange things… hm?”

I was trying to get up while stopping the two, but my body felt light.

‘what?’

After the advent of Ras, I felt tired and heavy even when I slept, but it felt like all that fatigue disappeared in an instant.

-Now that I think about it, you…

Lars narrowed his eyes as he looked at Raon.

-Why did you come here alone?!

‘What are you talking about. What do I eat?’

-Hasn’t all the wounds in your soul healed? How can you do that without eating something?

The guy grabbed my collar again, asking if I ate something delicious by myself.

“Raon. “What happened in the image?”

Glenn also seemed to notice that he had recovered and his eyes widened.

‘for a moment. What I mean is that I’ve changed…’

Raon saw Sia lying on the bed.

She, too, seemed to have properly accepted Murka’s soul and gave off a sincere cheer.

Rather than the despair and anger of the Green King that had been shown so far, I felt the innocence of young Sia that Murka had protected.

“Ah, your spirit is growing!”

Merlin also swallowed dry saliva as he felt Sia’s soul growing.

“What the hell is this…”

Glenn quickly turned to Raon as if he wanted an answer.

“I’ll tell you.”

Raon smiled softly and nodded.

“About the true king Murka…”

* * *

Raon felt a change in himself while practicing swordsmanship behind the annex lake.

‘You’ve become stronger.’

After accepting Lass, his physical abilities grew significantly, and his mana circuits expanded, speeding up the Auror’s operation speed.

I thought I would stagnate for a while when I reached the Grand Master stage, but I had no idea I would achieve this type of growth.

-Okay, I’m annoyed.

Lars frowned, glaring at Raon.

-How can something like this happen? The King’s descent is cut off somehow and you benefit!

The guy gritted his teeth and asked why he was always so lucky.

‘I don’t know either.’

Raon chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. Since my previous life was the worst, I felt like I was getting lucky in this life.

-Whoa, other than you, I want to see Murka, who has a lot of luck. If I had known he was that kind of guy, I would have made him my king’s servant…

Ras clicked his tongue, saying that it was a pity that he didn’t get to talk much with Murka.

‘So do i.’

I nodded, wishing I had had more time to talk to Murga.

-He wasn’t born as an orc. No, that would be rude to him.

Ras nodded, showing uncharacteristic respect for the Demon Lord.

‘yes.’

It was a time when Raon was thinking about Murka’s last days and was about to practice again.

“Do, master!”

Helen came running with her skirt covered in dirt. It was so fast that I stumbled as if I was going to fall even though I always pass by it.

“What’s so urgent? Even if I speak slowly…”

“I can’t do that!”

When Raon waved his hand to tell her to come slowly, Helen urgently opened her mouth.

“Ma’am has woken up! “Others too!”