The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - [Author: Writing Ant]

Chapter 67

The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

[Translator - Kyangi]

[Proofreader - Harley]

Chapter 67

Inside an old-fashioned room filled with black, hardwood furniture-including a bookshelf, desk, and a table-the rustling sound of writing could be heard.

The sound was coming from the desk.

A handsome middle-aged man with long silver hair glittering like a snowfield was drawing an unknown symbol in a book full of blank pages.

Mysteriously, the symbol he drew disappeared shortly after, and the book still looked as if nothing was written in it.

The middle-aged man was restlessly drawing symbols.

Drip.

A drop of blood dripped down from the open wound on his right hand and seeped into the book.

The middle-aged man stopped his hand for the first time, his gaze directed to the stain of blood coloring the white paper red.

"Tsk."

The silver-haired middle-aged man, and the ruler of the south, the Sky Sword Saint Derus Robert clicked his tongue.

'It still hasn't healed up.'

The injury he'd received on his hand seventeen years ago, when he killed a hunting dog called Raon, still hadn't disappeared.

He tried using high quality elixirs, and asking famous healers or priests, but no one was capable of removing the sword wound.

'The wound didn't open up, though.'

The wound didn't get better or worse.

As if it was telling him to remember, it was mysteriously keeping its initial form.

"Are you asking me to remember a ghost?"

Derus Robert snickered and stroked the wound on the back of his hand. The blood spilling out slowly started to subside.

"I'm sorry, but I don't look back. I only keep advancing forward."

He picked up the fountain pen once again and started drawing the symbol into the book.

Until the sun that was in the middle of the sky set then rose once again, Derus kept drawing the symbols non-stop, without moving from his chair.

When Derus finally turned the last page, the black dragon drawn on the book cover was visible. It was drawn vividly, as if it was alive.

"It's done."

Derus Robert smiled in satisfaction, looking at the completed book.

'There's not much left until the grand plan now.'

When he put his hand on the book, the eyes of the black dragon on the cover sparkled.

***

The new year had begun.

Raon was now fifteen years old, and his appearance was the definition of the word elegant. He was sitting down where the charcoal kiln used to be with his eyes closed.

The red haze kept shimmering on his shoulders endlessly, and frost kept emanating from his pores.

With the heat and frost meeting each other, the misty gray haze was filling his surroundings.