The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

Kuwahhhhh!

In his Blue Dragon form, Lokta unleashed a freezing breath, turning the knights charging at Evelyn into massive ice sculptures—castle walls included.

[Uncle.]

Evelyn sent a Mana Message to Lokta, who had soared high into the sky to evade magic and Sword Strikes.

[Please try not to kill the kingdom’s people too much.]

It was true the people of the Roser Kingdom had insulted the Fara and thrown stones, but they had been deceived by the King and the Sage.

Her goal was revenge, not a massacre. Her blade had to be aimed at the King, the Sage, and the nobles—the root of it all.

[Of course. I know.]

Lokta dipped his head slightly.

[I’ve already told the others not to engage in unnecessary slaughter, so don’t worry.]

He told her to focus on the battle in front of her as he crushed the newly arriving knights.

Kwaddeudeuk!

The knights under Lokta’s feet crumpled into twisted iron and were flung aside.

“To erase the Roser Kingdom…”

The Sage chuckled as he watched the King die—withered, dried, and drained.

“I’m sorry, but even if you kill that old man, the Roser Kingdom won’t disappear.”

He shook his head, saying the concept of a kingdom didn’t vanish so easily.

“For the Sage to call the King an old man…”

Evelyn tilted her chin, looking at him.

“Now you’re showing your true colors.”

She snorted. From the start, she knew the Sage had been controlling the King—and this country.

“As you said, the concept of a kingdom doesn’t disappear easily. But…”

Evelyn’s eyes turned cold as her lips curled.

“If this royal capital, you, and the nobles all die, it will eventually change.”

She let the rage she had built for over ten years seep into her voice.

“M-Merlin-nim…”

“Why are you doing this!”

“You’re not this kind of person!”

The wizards who had been congratulating her only moments ago screamed, hands trembling.

“Merlin!”

“What have you done!”

“Summoning monsters and a dragon—are you a priestess serving the Dragon of Destruction? Why!”

The people who had broken through her walls and become her friends begged her to come back.

“You damned bitch!”

“You were Fara all along…”

“You demon! You hid your identity all this time for revenge!”

“Kill her! Kill that bitch right now!”

Even the teachers who had taught her magic at the Magic Tower and how to live as a noble hurled accusations.

“That’s right.”

Evelyn gave them an open sneer to hide the tremor in her heart.

“It was all my plan. I hid my identity for revenge, hid in the enemy’s camp, and built up my strength. For the sake of my people who died without ever knowing why!”

She stomped her foot, declaring she had lived for revenge alone.

“Step back if you don’t want to die. As the villain who mocked this kingdom…”

Evelyn fixed her gaze on the Sage, steadying her wavering heart.

“I will kill that monster and destroy this ugly kingdom.”

She clenched her Mana-filled fist, remembering her mother crushing the Sage’s face.

“You’ve grown up wonderfully. The rain of revenge always makes the seeds grow strong.”

The Sage met Evelyn’s cold eyes and curled his lips with ease.

“However, ten years is a short time. Even a genius can’t change much.”

As he reached out playfully, a pure white light bloomed and spread through Evelyn’s body.

Paaaaaa!

It was magic so fast even high-ranking knights couldn’t react—but Evelyn had already read it. She opened her grip and condensed Mana.

Woooooong!

Mana surged from her fingertips, weaving flame and frost into a shield that swallowed the Sage’s light.

Kuwahhhhh!

His magic dissolved without ever touching her.

“To erase the impact altogether with the harmony of attributes. Interesting.”

He nodded, amused, and brought two fingers together.

Hwaaaaaak!

A spell spread from beneath the Sage’s feet.

Kugugugugu!

An invisible pressure dominated the space, crushing down on Evelyn as if to grind her to dust.

“Right. I was hit by this spell.”

Evelyn kept her smile even as the pressure pressed into her whole body.

“It hasn’t changed much.”

This was the spell the Sage used ten years ago when Lokta fled with her. She remembered it clearly because she had endured it once.

“Like my mother, I don’t get hit by the same thing twice.”

Evelyn finely sliced the Mana at her fingertips, forming an intangible blade that severed the spell’s flow.

Peoooook!

The Mana Sword flashed—and the crushing pressure vanished in an instant.

“Huh?”

The Sage lowered his brows, genuinely taken aback.

“It’s like this.”

Evelyn smiled and brought her hands together. Nature’s Mana surged, becoming an intangible chain that wrapped around the Sage.

“What is this…?”

As his eyes widened, the Mana chain thickened, crushing his shoulders and ribs.

Kwaddeudeuk!

His body buckled, and he hung limp in the air.

Jijijijik!

When Evelyn clenched her hand, the Sage’s body crumbled like dry leaves and sank into the blood-soaked ground.

Kwaaaaaaa!

She poured blue flames over what remained, burning it down in case he returned again.

“Heoeok…”

“S-Sage-nim is being defeated like this…”

“No way!”

Knights and nobles screamed, as if they’d never imagined the man called the Sage could fall so easily.

“You should worry about yourselves, not that monster.”

Evelyn scattered the Mana she’d condensed. Blue light connected like constellations, piercing the hearts of nobles and knights around her.

“This—!”

“S-Stop it!”

“Use Aura to block the magic!”

They tried to resist, but magic that transcended their level tore through their Aura and ripped through their throats and hearts.

“How can even a great wizard use such magic…?”

“She borrowed the Demon race’s power! It doesn’t make sense otherwise!”

“A demon…”

“We should have killed all the Fara…”

“You devilish bastards! Sage-nim was right—the Fara were the Demon race…”

They died cursing Evelyn, insisting the massacre had been justified.

“M-Merlin! Even if your race was treated like that, nothing will be solved with revenge!”

“That’s right! All that awaits is more hell!”

“This is a massacre! Please stop!”

“Defeat the monsters! You demon!”

Some bowed and begged. Others spat curses, pleading for their lives.

It was disgusting.

The people who had turned their eyes away when innocent Fara were slaughtered now screamed and begged with embers at their feet.

So she laughed.

“As you said…”

Evelyn nodded, stepping through the blood.

“I am a demon. I brought all the monsters and all the rioters who were harmed by you.”

Until now, she had only killed those involved in the massacre. Of course there were innocents among them, but the fight had already begun—and she couldn’t stop it anymore.

“But you’re the ones who brought that demon into this world.”

She sneered and tore through the nobles still spouting their double standards.

Hoo Woo Wook!

Through the flames, the Sage rose again, twisting his shoulder as he regenerated.

‘He’s alive again.’

Evelyn wasn’t flustered. She’d been convinced the moment she realized his Mana never diminished—no matter how he died.

“It has certainly changed.”

The Sage nodded calmly, still composed.

“But in the end, you’ll fall. Like your mother.”

He smiled coldly and brought his fingers together.

Kwaaaaaaa!

A spell raced through the ground, and a massive plant erupted from the center of the royal capital. Monsters and warriors who had broken through the castle walls were snared by its stems and turned into thick clots of red.

Woooooong!

The Sage didn’t stop there—he drew red-skinned monsters from the dead and used them to block the invaders.

“Uwaaaaaaa!”

“Sage-nim!”

“Please save us!”

The people praised him, ignoring the fact he had died and risen again, as if they had already chosen a new king.

“Actually, it was a bit annoying…”

The Sage lowered his voice so only Evelyn could hear.

“Thank you for getting rid of them for me.”

With a flick of his fingertips, a hole opened in the King’s neck behind Evelyn, and blood poured out.

“Keuheup…”

The King reached toward the Sage, then collapsed, his breath severed. The end he’d clung to youth for was uglier than anyone’s.

“You planned to devour this kingdom from the beginning.”

Evelyn twisted her lips, looking at the dead King.

“But it won’t mean anything. Because this kingdom ends today.”

As the huge plant’s stem started to target Lokta in the sky, Evelyn formed a technique and let white snow fall.

Kwaddeudeudeuk!

The moment the thin snowflakes touched the stem, the plant—palace-sized—froze into a single block of ice.

“I’ve built up enough goodwill…”

The Sage smiled and brought two fingers together.

“Let’s begin properly now.”

He nodded as if this had been a warm-up—and opened the Mental World.

Jijijijijik!

The sky split, and heroes from myth descended.

The Martial God, who reached the realm of God through martial arts.

The Underworld King, who surpassed the Demon Realm with a human body.

The Heaven-Shattering Staff Saint, who shattered the sky with a single staff.

Red eyes flashed as they raised their weapons toward Evelyn.

Kugugugugu!

Black cracks tore open in the earth, and the Seven Demon Kings and Demon Beasts poured out.

It was as if every myth and disaster in the world was flooding into this place.

Woooooong!

Even after unleashing that ultimate spell, the Sage layered the fastest light magic on top of it—an unmistakable intent to kill Evelyn.

‘Fake, but real.’

Evelyn brought two fingers together, harmonizing the Mana in her heart with nature’s Mana.

The moment her will touched the Mana connected like a single line, the approaching myths and disasters split cleanly—as if a white line had been drawn through them.

Chwaaaaaak!

Space Magic.

Originally a Teleportation magic that shifted position, it had been refined into Space Severing—cutting space itself.

Peoooook!

The Sage, standing behind the wave of spells, was split in half before he even realized what hit him.

“S-Space Severing?”

He took a ragged breath, staring at the torn space behind him.

Woooooong!

But his body restored itself again, as if time had been turned back.

“Huh…”

“S-Sage-nim?”

Even the people, watching his unnatural return, trembled.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get rid of that demon as soon as possible.”

The Sage smiled and waved—and then suddenly stiffened.

“Huh?”

His eyes widened as he realized his right pinky finger was gone.

“Looking for this?”

Evelyn curled her lips, rolling a severed finger in her grip.

“Now I understand. That method of resurrection too.”

He was creating the illusion of resurrection by combining time manipulation that delayed his body’s ‘death’ with regeneration at the brink. It looked overwhelming—but it wasn’t invincible.

“You…”

The Sage’s eyes widened as his finger dissolved in Evelyn’s magic.

“Right. You’re not using that disgusting honorific now.”

Evelyn nodded, satisfied.

“I hated how you spoke in honorifics while your words were rotten.”

She sneered and shook her head.

“…I’ll kill you.”

The Sage drew his trembling hands together, fury rising, and began to shape spells and magic again.

Kugugugugu!

The sky was about to open, the earth about to split—

Evelyn brought her hands together as well, mirroring him.

“That’s…”

Numerous magic circles rose behind her, spreading like butterfly wings.

“That’s what I’m going to say.”

She snapped her fingers.

High-tier magic bloomed from the circles and rained down on the Sage.

Kuwahhhhh!

He raised a Mana shield and stacked layers of spells to block the bombardment, but it didn’t end.

Kugugugugugu!

His defenses collapsed, and Evelyn’s magic poured into his body.

Kwaddeudeuk!

Both arms were severed, his legs burst apart, and a black hole opened through his abdomen.

“Kkeueueu…”

He tried to regenerate, but Evelyn interfered with the Mana and sealed it off.

Jeobeok.

Evelyn walked up to the Sage as he writhed on the ground.

“Ten years might be short for a monster like you. But ten years for a child who lived only to swear revenge…”

Her breath came rough.

“It was a hellishly long time.”

She raised a finger toward his head.

“I’d like to make you suffer longer, but I don’t know what you’ll do.”

She was about to finish him with Space Severing.

Hoo Woo Wook!

A blonde-haired, red-eyed woman with a familiar scent descended above the Sage’s head.

Evelyn had sworn she wouldn’t waver, no matter what—but her hand dropped on its own.

“…Mom?”

It was Sella.

She looked at Evelyn with the same eyes she’d worn at their last farewell.

It wasn’t an illusion made by spells.

It was Sella.

“Mom!”

Evelyn stopped the Space Severing and rushed to her. She couldn’t think of anything else—only the person she had longed for, even in her dreams.

“I-I’ll save you soon!”

Evelyn reached for the Mana link that seemed to connect Sella to the Sage—

[No!]

Before Lokta’s cry could finish, a pure white hand burst out through Evelyn’s abdomen.

“Ah…”

Evelyn’s eyes trembled as she looked back.

The Sage—somehow behind her—had regenerated only his right arm and pierced straight through her.

“Haa… I’m glad I left the shell behind.”

He muttered that he was glad he’d kept Sella’s body, exhaling a tired breath.

“Kkeueuk…”

Evelyn bit her lip as she stared at the hand buried in her abdomen.

“Children follow their parents, right? In the end, it’s the same ending.”

The Sage smiled as if everything was over and began to regenerate the rest of his broken body.

“……”

Sella wrapped both arms around Evelyn, holding her in place.

As the word “shell” hadn’t been a lie, her embrace was cold as ice.

But the familiar scent in her hair dragged Evelyn back to those happy days.

“Mom…”

Evelyn smiled softly, cupping Sella’s face in both hands.

“Thank you. And I’m sorry.”

‘I don’t think I can keep the last promise.’

Woooooong!

A vast Mana began to condense in Evelyn’s hand.

“W-Wait! Stop!”

The Sage felt the Mana flow—something even he couldn’t handle—and screamed.

“Let’s die together.”

With Evelyn’s final whisper, the entire Roser Kingdom was swallowed in red light.

Kuwahhhhh!