The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 627

Bulrant’s headless body fell to the ground like a dried log.

“Wha…?”

“Ahhhh!”

“Master! No…”

“No, this can’t be…”

The Black Red Clan screamed and howled at the sight of Bulrant’s body.

“Light Wind Division.”

Raon made eye contact with the Light Wind Division waiting behind him.

“Kill them all.”

These bandits had massacred innocent people and planned to burn the entire village. They were scum unworthy of mercy.

“We obey.”

The Light Wind Division, now transformed from the people they were in the training ground, unsheathed their swords and charged at the bandits with cold, merciless eyes.

Slash!

The swords of the Light Wind Division, honed through countless battles, did not hesitate as they cut down the bandits.

“Please, spare us!”

“We’ll leave immediately!”

“Stop! Please, stop!”

The Black Red Clan begged for mercy, falling to their knees, but the swords of the Light Wind Division did not stop until the last bandit was dead.

Raon stepped over the corpse of the bandit leader and approached the elder coughing up blood from his stomach.

‘This wound is severe.’

The wound was not only large, but the elder was frail and had lost a lot of blood. Simply using divine power would not be enough to heal him.

However, this elder had stood up to the bandits to save his village, and Raon wanted to save him.

Whoosh!

Raon gathered divine power in his hand, molding it into the shape of a needle and thread. Using the insight he had gained from the Sran tribe, he began to weave the divine power to repair the elder’s wounds.

“Please, swordsman!”

“Save the chief, please!”

“We beg you!”

Despite their own injuries, the villagers knelt and begged Raon to save their chief. Their devotion to him was evident.

“I’ll do my best.”

Raon resonated with the ring of fire, focusing as he entered the realm of higher consciousness. He used divine power to remove the dead blood and inspect the organs, but the bleeding was too severe to stop.

‘Damn. I need to stop the bleeding first…’

The torn blood vessels were too numerous.

Despite his medical training, it was his first time treating such severe internal injuries, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

“Let me assist.”

Martha approached, seeing Raon’s struggle.

“This way.”

She used holy water to wash her hands and then reached into the elder’s stomach to locate the most critical bleeding point.

“Connect this blood vessel first. The others can wait.”

“Got it.”

Trusting Martha, Raon used the divine power needle and thread to suture the blood vessel.

As Martha indicated, stopping the first major bleed significantly reduced the overall blood loss, allowing Raon to focus on repairing the other organs and tissues.

“Ugh…”

The elder, who had been deathly pale, slowly regained color. He gradually opened his eyes.

“I… am I alive?”

“Chief!”

“Ahhh!”

The villagers, tears streaming down their faces, rushed to the chief.

“I thought I was dead.”

“These swordsmen saved you!”

“They’re from Zieghart, I think.”

“I see…”

The chief, hearing the villagers’ words, tried to move his limbs.

“You need to rest.”

Raon gently pushed the chief back down.

“Hmm…”

The chief’s eyes, filled with gratitude deeper than a bow, looked at Raon.

“Thank you for saving our village. I don’t know how to express my gratitude.”

He was more thankful for the village’s survival than his own life, just as Raon had thought.

“We aren’t even part of Zieghart…”

“That’s irrelevant.”

Technically, this village was outside Zieghart’s territory. However, that didn’t mean they shouldn’t save them.

If they ignored the innocent suffering before their eyes just because they were busy, they would be no different from Derus Robert.

“Stay within Zieghart’s territory until this is over. There’s a village under our protection just up the road. It won’t be hard to find.”

“Is it really alright? We haven’t done anything for Zieghart.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Raon smiled gently, shaking his head.

“I’d like to give you something, but everything is burned…”

The chief glanced at the charred remains of the apple trees.

“Then, send us apples once the orchard is revived.”

Raon applied medicine to the chief’s wound and shook his head.

“That will be enough.”

“Ah…”

The chief, not expecting such a simple request, widened his eyes in disbelief.

“Dorian.”

Raon gestured to Dorian, who had finished organizing behind them.

“Yes, sir!”

Dorian approached and bowed.

“Guide these people to Simon Village.”

“Understood!”

Dorian nodded, carefully lifting the chief.

“Bring only essential items and follow me!”

Dorian collected the useful items from the burnt remains and led the villagers north.

Raon watched them leave before turning to Martha, who was examining her hands.

“Thank you. I couldn’t have saved him without you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Martha lowered her blood-stained hands, nodding calmly. She kept her promise to not speak informally, even when they were alone.

“Have you been studying medicine?”

“I’ve been learning bits and pieces from the Saint whenever I had time.”

Since the attack on Orgos, it seemed she had been diligently studying medicine to heal others.

“It feels strange to save people with hands that have killed.”

Martha stared at her hands for a long time, a faint smile softening her stern expression.

-Hmph!

Wrath let out a satisfied grunt.

-As expected of the beef girl! She is worthy of being my subordinate!

Wrath seemed pleased with Martha’s growth, nodding approvingly.

‘She doesn’t even know you exist.’

-It doesn’t matter! A true king only observes the growth of his subordinates.

Wrath, for once, spoke like a true king, curling his lips into a smile.

Whoosh!

As Raon chuckled at Wrath’s words, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps from behind.

“Division leader.”

Mark Gwyten approached with heavy steps, bowing deeply. The Light Wind Division members who came with him also bowed.

“Just as the black market informed us, there were martial artists occupying Kuben Village. We dealt with them and returned.”

“Well done.”

Raon nodded at Mark Gwyten.

“We’re done here too.”

Rimmer walked down from the northeast, waving his hand tiredly.

“Ugh, I don’t understand why weaklings are so persistent.”

“You’ve done well.”

Raon smiled softly at the exhausted Rimmer.

‘Now it’s truly over.’

The first information he requested from Denningrose was not about the Devil’s Sword Master’s location but about villages near Zieghart being attacked by martial artists blinded by greed.

The Light Wind Division’s mission was not about the Sword Demon’s tomb but patrolling and protecting the territory. Having seen too many innocent people die in his past life, he wanted to address this issue first.

“Now that we’ve saved five villages, is it all over?”

Burren wiped the blood from his sword and approached.

“If the black market’s information is accurate, it should be.”

Martha nodded with a composed expression.

“…”

Runaan looked at Martha with her usual dull eyes.

“What? Say what you want!”

Martha frowned in irritation.

“Thank you for the cold but warm treatment.”

Runaan clasped her hands together, looking at Martha.

“A kind demoness.”

“Shut up!”

Martha, abandoning her calm demeanor, lunged at Runaan.

Just as they were about to collide, a man in a gray robe emerged from the shadows on the ground.

“Greetings, Light Wind Division Leader.”

He placed a hand on his chest and bowed. He was a direct agent of Denningrose, providing real-time information.

“Are there any other villages in danger?”

“No. The martial artists have followed the Devil’s Sword Master west, and no other villages have been affected.”

The agent nodded, confirming that everything had been resolved thanks to the Light Wind Division.

Raon turned around. The Light Wind Division, displaying calm but fierce determination, was ready for their next task.

‘In the past, I would have hidden like the others.’

In his previous life, he would have hidden and waited for an opportunity like everyone else. But now, as Raon Zieghart, leader of the Light Wind Division, there was no need to hide.

It was the perfect time to announce the newly forged name of the Light Wind Division.

“We’ll break through.”

Raon led the way forward.

Thud.

His heavy steps and the intense aura emanating from him made the martial artists ahead instinctively turn and move aside.

“Ah…”

“What the…”

“Why are they pushing…”

The martial artists, despite their confusion, made way for Raon and his group, their faces showing a mix of fear and respect.

“Hey, isn’t that…”

“The Zieghart emblem?”

“Blonde hair, red eyes… could it be?”

“Yes, it’s Raon Zieghart.”

“The Mad Dog… No, the Light Wind Division!”

The martial artists recognized Raon and the Light Wind Division, swallowing nervously as they stepped back.

Passing through the cleared path, Raon saw a middle-aged swordsman with a thin sword and a woman with dark circles under her eyes.

“Hm?”

“That’s…”

The two seemed to recognize Raon and the Light Wind Division, frowning.

“Raon Zieghart, the Dragonslayer.”

Lucyth, the vice-captain of the Devil’s Sword Division, licked his lips as he looked at Raon.

“This area is off-limits.”

Bellurian, looking tense,

narrowed her eyes and flexed her fingers.

Ignoring their words, Raon continued forward without stopping.

“Let him through.”

Lucyth stopped Bellurian from attacking.

“I’m curious.”

His gaze held a strange gleam as he turned his head.

“I want to see if he’s really strong.”

“What do you mean? He’s a dragonslayer!”

Bellurian frowned at Lucyth.

“Think about it. When he killed Cloud, Aris Zieghart was there. When he killed the Great Dragon, that monster was also present.”

“Then…”

“Right. Aris Zieghart gave him credit for those kills. Do you really think a 21-year-old could have that kind of power?”

Lucyth smirked as if he had uncovered Raon’s secret.

“He can’t do anything alone.”

“Indeed…”

Bellurian, trusting Lucyth’s words, smiled.

“So, what’s the plan?”

Raon stood before Lucyth and Bellurian, stopping his advance.

There were indeed rumors like these recently. To solidify the name of the newly forged Light Wind Division, it was necessary to show his true power here.

“What’s the plan? I’ll end your false rumors here! If you defeat me, I’ll spread the word about your strength!”

Confident in his victory, Lucyth generated fierce energy and charged. His thin sword shimmered faintly, slicing through the air towards Raon’s throat.

Hiss!

Bellurian, moving in tandem with Lucyth, attacked from the left with claws burning with dark energy.

The two coordinated their attacks seamlessly.

Raon slowly lowered his hand to grasp the hilt of the Heavenly Sword. He stepped forward as if taking a leisurely stroll, raising his sword.

Whoosh!

The blue wind stirred by the sword created a serene light between Bellurian’s dark energy and Lucyth’s sword attack.

Slash!

Lucyth’s sword and Bellurian’s claws were simultaneously severed, and a red line appeared on their throats.

Thud.

Before they could even exhale, Lucyth and Bellurian’s heads fell. The Heavenly Sword, drawing an elegant trajectory, descended with a faint glow.

“There’s no need for rumors.”

Raon stepped over their corpses, shaking the blood from the Heavenly Sword.

“Words from cheap mouths are just cheap rumors.”