The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1015

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Chapter 1015

“Gasp!”

Mustan’s eyes widened as he finally noticed the Robert Family crest.

“Wait… could this be from Derus Robert?”

He swallowed hard, as if unable to believe what he was seeing.

“It must be.”

Lectar clicked his tongue briefly and untied the letter bound to the white hawk’s leg.

“This… this doesn’t make sense! Among outsiders, only Raon and his associates know about this place!”

Mustan’s eyes trembled as he struggled to comprehend how Derus could have discovered their location.

“Derus Robert has an Archangel and high-ranking Necromancers at his side. They can employ all manner of methods, so we should consider ourselves fortunate it took this long to be found.”

Lectar showed no alarm, as if he had already accepted that the new Holy Sword Association’s location was merely a matter of time before exposure.

“That’s certainly true.”

Mustan scratched his forehead, acknowledging that an Archangel would naturally be capable of locating hidden individuals.

“But why does Derus Robert still use the Robert Family crest?”

He tilted his head in confusion as he gazed at the Robert Family crest engraved at the end of the letter.

“Derus abandoned the Five Emperors and the Robert Family to become a traitor who joined the Four Demons.”
“The reason is simple.”

Lectar flicked the letter with his fingertip and let out a scornful laugh.

“He alone is the Robert Family.”
“He alone is the Robert Family?”

Mustan blinked as if he didn’t understand what was being said.

“It means that even if buildings collapse, the territory burns, and blood relatives die, as long as he himself survives, the Robert Family endures.”

He clicked his tongue, calling it a letter that revealed Derus Robert’s confidence.

“What a filthy bastard….”

Mustan ground his teeth in disgust.

“Yes. He’s arrogant and repulsive, but he has the qualifications to harbor such ambitions.”

Lectar crumpled the letter tightly, his brow furrowing.

“Derus Robert is the king of Owen and has demonstrated overwhelming power that surpasses King Lecross, who bears the epithet of the Silent Sword Master.”

King Lecross’s full strength was certainly not beneath his own. Having overwhelmingly defeated such a top-tier Transcendent, it made sense that he would display such confidence.

“Excluding the reclusive Transcendents, there are only three on the current Continent who can definitively defeat him: Glen Zigheart, the Heavenly Demon, and the Previous Holy Sword Master.”

Lectar spoke of how few people could stop Derus Robert, then unfolded the letter that felt heavy with weight.

“W-what does it say?”

Mustan’s eyes darted rapidly, curious about the letter’s contents.

“The Black Tower has collapsed and Tacheon is dead, so he’s asking to convene the Sama Council. To see each other face to face.”

Lectar nodded calmly, as if he had anticipated the letter’s contents.

“If we pretend we didn’t receive the message like before and don’t go….”
“It won’t work.”

Lectar lowered his brows as he gazed at the white hawk lying dead with its neck broken.

“This is a warning.”
“A-a warning?”

Mustan’s jaw trembled slightly.

“That’s right. He already knows this letter has reached my hands. The fact that he sent a hawk to breach this Barrier despite having other means of contact outside proves it.”

Lectar crumpled the letter with a faint chuckle.

“If I don’t participate in this conference, he’ll come here himself.”

He furrowed his brow, saying that words wouldn’t suffice by then.

“But wouldn’t attacking us in this situation be suicide?”

Mustan exhaled sharply, unable to comprehend.

“The Derus Robert I’ve seen and felt is more than capable of it. He’s not human—he’s like a demon. He’ll never leave loose ends behind.”

Lectar nodded with certainty.

“Regardless, it’s better to go. For that child’s sake, I need to understand what Derus Robert is thinking.”

He exhaled deeply, resolving to attend the Sama Council for Raon’s sake.

“Then, shouldn’t you at least contact Lord Raon!”

Mustan raised his hand, suggesting they inform him of the situation.

“Telling him will only cause worry. Nothing has happened yet, so don’t be concerned.”

Lectar patted Mustan’s shoulder and returned to the Mansion.

“Something…”

Mustan watched the darkening sky and Lectar walking beneath it, his fingertips trembling.

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

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I informed my family of the new mission and began preparing to depart for the Divine Five Elders.

“The Divine Five Elders? Now that only two remain, shouldn’t you call it the Two Sovereigns instead?”

Evelyn quietly opened the door and entered.

“Knock before you come in.”

I shook my head as I packed clothes and essentials into my spatial pouch.

“What’s the point of knocking between us?”

Evelyn waved her snow-white hand dismissively, saying such formalities were unnecessary.

“About this mission to the Divine Five Elders….”

She stepped closer and gently bumped her shoulder against mine.

“Should I come with you?”
“You want to come along?”

My eyes widened as I looked at Evelyn.

“Why?”
“If the Divine Five Elders refuse to side with the Five Emperors, you’re planning to kill Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu.”

Evelyn shrugged, suggesting she would be necessary for that fight.

“Huh….”

I swallowed hard, meeting her violet eyes.

“How did you know that?”

I had only mentioned going to meet the Divine Five Elders, yet somehow she had predicted the part about killing them. I couldn’t understand how.

—Eeeek!

Wrath yelped in fright and hid behind my back.

—Now that woman seems to be reading your thoughts as well!

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he muttered that she had certainly created some new magic.

“How could I not? Of course I can see everything!”

Evelyn wore a soft smile at the corners of her lips.

“We spent the night together, after all. I can read your eyes that much!”
“That’s not what I mean!”

I shook my head vigorously.

“Stop saying things like that—everyone’s getting the wrong idea!”

I pleaded with her to stay quiet and grasped her shoulder.

“This is nice too, though?”

Evelyn’s cheeks flushed with joy at merely being held, as if that alone was enough.

“Sigh…”

I felt the futility of reasoning with her and struck my own forehead with my palm.

“Anyway, I want to go too. I’m sure I’ll be helpful.”

Evelyn clasped her hands together earnestly.

“You would certainly be helpful if you came along. But…”

I shook my head as I gazed into her sparkling eyes.

“You haven’t fully recovered from your injuries yet.”

Unlike myself, whose body and spirit had been completely healed, Evelyn’s spirit had not yet fully recovered.
Since mental fortitude was the most crucial element for a mage, it was best for her to focus on recovery now.

“You knew?”

Evelyn blinked in surprise at my words.

“I can see everything.”

I turned her own words back on her with a thin smile.

“Ugh, caught red-handed. I suppose there’s nothing for it then.”

Evelyn clicked her tongue briefly.

“Then take this instead of me.”

She withdrew a small Purple-eyed Squirrel figurine from her maid’s pocket. Though endearingly crafted, the ribbon adorning its ears and the tiny clothes were rather crudely made.

“This is…?”
“A charm for you. I made it together with Miss Sia.”

Evelyn laughed, explaining that she had crafted the squirrel figurine herself while Sia had made the ribbon and clothes.

“Thank you.”

I accepted the squirrel figurine with both hands. Had she made it alone, I would have declined out of politeness, but knowing Sia had participated made it impossible to refuse.

“By the way, I’ve noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with my sister lately. Have you two grown close?”
“Miss Sia and I simply understand each other well.”

Evelyn smiled knowingly at the remark.

“Is that so?”

I rolled my eyes toward the wall.

‘Perhaps their mental ages align?’

Since Evelyn had lived solely for revenge from childhood, her experiences beyond magic were limited, and her mental maturity seemed to match Sia’s youthful spirit.

“Then have a safe journey!”

Evelyn said she would wait in the Annex Building and left her chamber.

—Maybe you should throw that away?

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the adorably decorated Purple-eyed Squirrel doll.

‘Why? Do you sense something?’
—I sense nothing, but there’s certainly a curse placed upon it! I shall see your every movement and action!

He shook his head vigorously, insisting I discard it at once.

‘I can’t. Sia and I made it together.’

If she discovered I’d thrown it away, Sia would undoubtedly sulk for quite some time, so I absolutely couldn’t dispose of it.

‘I’ll pack the remaining luggage tomorrow. For now, perhaps I should practice mental cultivation?’

As I was about to close my eyes while imagining a confrontation with Heekyuk Je, I heard the sound of someone approaching the Annex Building.

‘It’s not Grandfather.’

I thought it might be Glen Zigheart, but the footsteps were different. Still, it was definitely someone I knew.

Knock, knock.

Opening my eyes and glancing out the window, I saw Martha tapping on the glass with the back of her hand.

“What brings you here?”

I opened the window, noticing that Martha’s brows were lowered more gently than usual.

“I have a favor to ask.”

Martha bowed her head slightly, asking me to step outside for a moment.

“I’ll be waiting by the Lake.”

I closed the window again and went outside, approaching Martha who stood before the Lake.

“What’s the matter? What brings you all the way out here?”

I turned my shoulders slowly, asking her to state her request.

“The aura reinforcement training you had me do this week…”

Martha bit her lip as she brought up the aura training she’d been doing for the past seven days.

“Can you keep having me do it?”

She bent her waist, expressing that she wanted to continue that training now.

“You want to do that training right now?”

It was something I hadn’t even considered, so my mouth fell open involuntarily.

“Yes. Not just today, but even after we go to the Divine Five Elders City, I want to continue that training.”

Martha clenched her fists, saying she wanted to grow stronger as quickly as possible.

“Why are you trying so hard to do this?”

I let out a thin sigh.

“Honestly, the pain is almost unbearable.”

The aura reinforcement training I created was torture transformed into practice, so even as the aura grew stronger, the pain from the cold and heat never truly subsided.

Other swordsmen welcomed this assignment because they disliked that suffering, so I never expected her to come forward and ask me to continue it.

“I can endure this level of pain without difficulty.”

Martha bit her lip deeply.

“Because compared to mental anguish, it’s nothing at all.”

She exhaled a heavy breath, saying that while she wanted to endure mental suffering, she couldn’t.

“…I see.”

I closed my eyes and then opened them, understanding why Martha wanted to continue the aura training.

“The Black Tower Master is dead, and Tacheon is dead, so there isn’t much time left before we clash with the White Blood Cult Master.”

Martha raised her trembling hand and placed it on her sword.

“I want to grow stronger, even if just a little, until then. Even if I die, I want to land at least one blade on the White Blood Cult Master!”

She clenched her fist so tightly that blood dripped from her palm, determined not to leave any regrets behind.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled deeply.

‘There’s no helping this.’

If it were any other matter, I would have simply told her to rest, but I couldn’t refuse—not when her mother was involved.

“Sit over here.”

I pointed to the grassy field spread beside the lake.

“Thank you!”

Martha bowed gratefully and took her place where I had indicated.

“We’re starting. It’ll be a bit stronger than usual.”

I condensed the energies of Glacsia and Manhwagong at my fingertips, then channeled them into Martha’s mana circuits.

“….”

Martha didn’t let out a single groan despite the excruciating pain, and began her aura cultivation.

The sweat streaming down her forehead, coupled with her absolute silence, spoke volumes about her resolve.

‘The White Blood Cult Master….’

I bit my lip as I gazed at the darkening night sky.

‘That monster will be different from Tacheon or the Black Tower Master.’

The White Blood Cult Master wielded formidable sorcery, but her essence remained that of a martial artist.
Unlike Tacheon or the Black Tower Master, confronting her would prove far from simple.

‘And then there’s this….’

Watching Martha refine her aura while enduring excruciating pain, I clicked my tongue inwardly.

‘I can’t simply kill her if I want to save her mother.’

Since I needed to suppress the White Blood Cult Master and extract her soul, the difficulty of facing her would undoubtedly surpass imagination.

-That blood-sucking wench has the ability to grow stronger by absorbing blood, as you’ve witnessed yourself.

Wrath furrowed his brows in disgust.

-She’s certainly grown far more formidable by now.
‘Nothing about this is easy. In the end….’

I clenched my teeth, grasping my wrist where six gleaming bracelets glinted.

‘I have no choice but to grow stronger.’

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Two days later, at dawn.

I stood upon the platform of the 5th Training Ground, looking down at the swordsmen of Gale Wind Hall.

A resonant cry echoed through the air.

Unlike during their usual training, the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen had stripped away all emotion, their eyes cold and piercing. They had reached a state where they could modulate their feelings and momentum according to circumstances.

“As I mentioned, this mission carries grave danger—we may face an all-out confrontation with the Divine Five Elders. Steel yourselves to fight even if you’re torn from sleep.”

I imparted the necessary mindset for the mission, then descended from the platform.

“Let’s depart.”

I flicked away my black dragon robe as it billowed in the wind, passing through the ranks of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

Kuguguguguuu!

The swordsmen followed in my wake, their presence as solid and unyielding as knights guarding a king.

As always, Gwangpung Hall did not move toward Zigheart’s main gate, but instead headed toward the Magic Tower within.

“Preparations for the transfer to Barene are complete.”

Bervin, the sub-master of the Magic Tower, bowed his head, confirming that everything was ready for our journey to Barene, the city of the Divine Five Elders.

“Thank you for accommodating my request.”

I recalled the image of Bervin laughing and chatting with Rimer, and offered him my respect.

“It was no difficult task. After all, they provided the coordinates for the dimensional gate directly from Barene and opened the path for us.”

Bervin waved his hand, dismissing it as a simple matter.

“Should any problems arise during your journey, please contact me. I will rush to your aid immediately.”

He clasped his hands together as if channeling magic, his sincerity unmistakable.

“Your words alone are gratitude enough.”

I smiled gently and nodded.

“Then I shall begin at once.”

As Bervin raised his hand, the mages behind him unfurled incantations suffused with profound magical power.

Uuuuuuung!

From the empty circular aperture, azure light surged forth, and a colossal gate tearing through dimensions opened wide. Above the rippling blue veil, the silhouette of Barene seemed to shimmer into view.

“You may enter now.”

Bervin nodded, saying that once I stepped through the blue gate, I would arrive directly at Barene.

“Thank you.”

I bowed to Bervin and the mages before entering the blue-tinted dimension.

Whoooosh!

I closed my eyes as warm particles of light enveloped my body, and when I opened them again, I found myself inside a grand building with luxurious carpets spread across the floor.

“I greet the Gwangpung Jeonju.”

Before I could even shift my gaze, a voice called out from my left.

Turning my eyes, I saw a middle-aged man dressed in white robes bowing respectfully to me.

“I am Mekain, who serves Heekyuk Je.”
“It’s been a while.”

I offered a slight bow to the middle-aged man who introduced himself as Mekain.

“Hmm? You remember me?”

Mekain’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You made an impression.”

When I had seen Mekain before, he had served as Heekyuk Je’s secretary, and his composed and calm demeanor had left a lasting memory.

“Ah….”

Mekain appeared momentarily flustered, but he quickly composed himself and lifted his head.

“This is the inner Magic Tower of Barene. Since you’ve returned here after so long, perhaps you’d like to take a brief tour before the meeting….”

He raised his hand, offering to show me around Barene.

“No.”

I shook my head as I watched the cold gaze of the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen emerging from the dimensional gate.

“I’d like to see Heekyuk Je and Akgeomhu first.”

I grasped the gently trembling Heavenly Sword and licked my crimson lips.

“It seems there will be quite a lot to discuss.”

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