The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1036

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 1036

“Did you just say the White Blood Cult Headquarters?”

Glen Zigheart rose from the Jade Throne as if he’d heard something completely unexpected. Even for him, the news that I’d discovered the location of the White Blood Cult Headquarters seemed shocking.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

I nodded while meeting Glen Zigheart’s trembling gaze.

“However, since I only inherited the memory, I haven’t yet pinpointed the exact location.”
“What do you mean by that?”

Glen Zigheart’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“From beginning to end. Explain everything that happened there.”

He settled back onto the Jade Throne and lowered his arms, as if prepared to hear the entire account.
My grandfather, who had been eager to hear of my exploits, had already wiped the smile from his lips and now revealed the cold, piercing gaze befitting the head of a great clan.

“As soon as we ventured into the sea, we encountered the Blue Wolf that Rabawin mentioned. After that….”

I explained everything that had occurred during the mission to Glen Zigheart, Sheryl, and Roen.

“…Before the sea spirit departed, it imprinted the location of the White Blood Cult Headquarters that it had witnessed directly into my mind.”

When I pressed my forehead against the sea spirit’s, the location of the White Blood Cult that it had seen surfaced vividly in my consciousness.
The memory was so vivid, as if I had experienced it myself, that I would be able to find the White Blood Cult Headquarters once I located that place.

“…So where is the White Blood Cult?”

Glen Zigheart exhaled slowly and clenched his jaw.

“The seabed.”

I closed my eyes and recalled the colossal white city submerged beneath the waves.

“The White Blood Cult Headquarters is located beneath the sea.”

Even I, who had inherited the sea spirit’s memories, found it difficult to believe, yet the White Blood Cult was concealing its vile blood energy in the depths of the ocean.

“It appears to be somewhere along the sea route that leads northward from Kusar Pirates Territory. However, since I haven’t been there myself, it will require considerable time to locate it.”

Even with the sea spirit’s memories, finding the exact location would undoubtedly demand significant time and effort.

“Are you certain?”

Glen Zigheart lifted his hand from the Jade Throne and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“If you’ve merely inherited the spirit’s memories, there’s a possibility you could be mistaken, isn’t there?”
“I am certain.”

I nodded without hesitation.

“The sea spirit didn’t leave me fragmented memories that simply cut off—it left me vivid, immersive memories as if I were truly there. The White Blood Cult’s city is undoubtedly beneath the sea.”

I clenched my fist, recalling the white city protected by the seabed’s mist.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart clicked his tongue softly.

“I agree with your assessment, Raon.”

Rabawin removed the blindfold covering his intact eye and raised his hand.

“While preparing to return to the Family Estate, I examined the White Blood Cult’s galleon and discovered something peculiar.”
“Something peculiar?”

Glen Zigheart tilted his head toward Rabawin, his gaze shifting.

“Yes. Inside the galleon, there was an enormous water tank that draws in and stores seawater. By storing water inside it and creating a density difference, it appeared they could sink the ship beneath the waves.”

Rabawin lowered his head, noting that such a mechanism was absent from ordinary vessels.

“Where is that galleon now?”

Glen furrowed his brow as if he wanted to see it himself.

“Originally, we planned to store it at the harbor, but I deliberately sank it to prevent the White Blood Sect from realizing their headquarters location had been compromised.”

Raon tilted his chin slightly, explaining how he’d cut the White Blood Sect’s galleon into four pieces and sent it to the seabed without revealing the secret.

“I also have something to report.”

Martha stepped forward, biting her trembling lips.

“Speak.”

Glen nodded slowly, showing consideration for Martha’s heightened emotions.

“The Ninth Apostle wasn’t panicked even when he learned that the Gwangpung Jeonju was coming to support us. He said he had another escape route. It’s clear he intended to use the galleon’s functions to flee underwater.”

Martha clenched her fists, now understanding why the Ninth Apostle had remained so composed.

“The seabed…”

Glen gazed toward the window where the sunlight was fading and exhaled a short sigh.

“Even with the sea spirit’s memories, it won’t be an easy place to search.”
“That’s correct.”

Raon nodded heavily.

“The location is quite deep underwater, so approaching it won’t be easy, and if we’re discovered, escaping will be even harder.”

The location the sea spirit had shown was a place difficult for ordinary people and even masters to enter.
Even if we found the location, it wasn’t a place where we could attack immediately.

“Dangerous and difficult though it may be…”

Glen smiled faintly as he looked at Raon.

“You’ll go anyway.”
“Of course.”

Raon said it was only natural and bowed at the waist.

“To assign an even more difficult mission right after returning—I’m at a loss for words.”

Glen pressed his fingers to his forehead, his expression genuinely apologetic.

“Please don’t say such things. Since I’m the one who possesses the Spirit King’s memories, it’s only natural that I should go.”

Raon shook his head calmly, saying it wasn’t a matter of hardship.

“I also….”

Martha bit her lip and raised her hand.

“I wish to go with you as well.”

She stepped beside me, volunteering for the mission to locate the White Blood Cult Headquarters.

“Hmm….”

Glen, knowing Martha’s circumstances, couldn’t answer immediately and let out a low groan.

“Martha.”

Raon exhaled slowly and turned to face Martha.

“Please! I can also….”
“Your task isn’t to find the White Blood Cult.”

I shook my head firmly, watching her trembling eyes.

“While I locate the White Blood Cult Headquarters, you must grow stronger—even if only slightly. As you are now, you’ll be of no help whatsoever in a battle against the White Blood Cult Master.”

Raon spoke the harsh truth and reminded her of what she needed to do.

“If you want to create even the smallest opening against the White Blood Cult Master, wield your sword with all your might.”
“Ugh….”

Martha gazed into Raon’s sunken crimson eyes, then lowered her trembling hands.

“I understand.”

She bit her lip and bowed her head deeply.

“I’ll make sure to be of help no matter what.”

Martha’s spirit wasn’t broken—if anything, she seemed revitalized, gritting her teeth with fierce determination.

“The same goes for all of you.”

I gave Martha’s shoulder a light pat before surveying the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“We don’t know when or where a full-scale battle with the White Blood Sect will break out, so strengthen your power however you can.”
“Yes, sir!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen straightened their postures and shouted their commitment to relentless training. They all watched Martha’s trembling shoulders, their fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped from their palms.

“Rakshasa woman….”

Lunan approached Martha’s side and gently bumped her shoulder.

“Are you cold?”
“A little….”
“….”

Without a word, she took Martha’s trembling hand. Normally they would have recoiled from each other in disgust, but today she held on firmly, refusing to let go.

“When will you depart?”

Glen watched Martha and Lunan with the faintest smile before calling out to me.

“Since these memories aren’t my own, I don’t know when they’ll fade, so I plan to leave at dawn tomorrow.”

I raised my gaze, explaining that there was no time to waste.

“Alone?”
“Yes. It would be easier for me to move by myself….”
“No matter what, I can’t send you to such a dangerous place alone.”

Glen shook his head as if to say he would assign someone to accompany me.

“An inexperienced person would only be a hindrance.”
“They won’t be inexperienced.”

He turned his gaze to the right and gestured with his chin.

“Roen.”
“Hehehehe.”

The moment Roen heard Glen’s call, he stepped forward with a gentle smile.

“Lord Gwangpung. I shall do my best.”

He bowed with his hand placed over his chest.

“Hmm….”

I watched Roen’s carefree laughter and smacked my lips.

“It’s impossible to refuse Lord Roen, isn’t it?”

Roen was an assassin known as the Slayer King. While his combat prowess fell short of mine, he would undoubtedly prove invaluable for a reconnaissance mission like this.

“I look forward to working with you as well.”

I bowed my head in return to Roen.

“Then, since you must be tired, let us adjourn.”

Glen tapped the armrest of the Jade Throne, signaling everyone to return to their positions.

“Wait a moment.”

I called out to the Gwangpung swordsmen who were leaving the Audience Chamber.

“You may speak of the White Blood Cult’s involvement in this matter, but tell no one—not even family—of the clues we’ve discovered regarding the White Blood Cult Headquarters.”

I issued my instructions on secrecy while looking at the eyes of the Gwangpung swordsmen, particularly Martha.

“Yes!”
“As you know, we keep our mouths shut!”
“Don’t worry!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen nodded as if they wouldn’t speak even with a blade at their throats, then left the Audience Chamber.

“Then I’ll be on my way as well.”
“Raon.”

As I prepared to leave the Audience Chamber to begin the search, Glen Zigheart opened his lips.

“You’ve grown once more.”

Glen Zigheart smiled softly, sensing the changes within me.

“Facing the rampaging sea spirit, I came to understand more deeply what the Heart Sword truly is as a martial art.”
“Yes. I can feel your heart growing stronger and your blade becoming sharper.”

He laughed, saying he could discern the sword’s transformation simply by looking into my eyes.

“And the way you handle those children as well.”

Glen Zigheart lowered and raised his eyes as he gazed at where Martha and the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen had been standing.

“You’ve become a true leader now. In the future… hmm.”

He began to speak further but then closed his mouth again, as if deciding the time wasn’t right.

“Raon. Locating the White Blood Cult Headquarters is important work, but always prioritize yourself first.”

He offered counsel to retreat without hesitation if I found myself in a dangerous situation.

“I will remember that well.”

I assured him I would keep those words close to heart before leaving the Audience Chamber.

“Roen.”

Glen Zigheart turned his gaze toward Roen and nodded.

“Please, I’m asking you. You may use ‘that’ as well.”
“Do not worry, sir.”

Roen nodded with a hollow laugh. Unlike his usual composure, a profound gravity bloomed in his smile.

“I shall serve you with my very life.”

*

*

*

“Ugh….”

Martha frowned as she gazed at her hand, still warm from Lunan Slion’s touch.

‘Why is the hand of someone who wields frigid power so warm!’

To be comforted by that brat—I’m dying of embarrassment!

Lunan Slion, whom I had always despised, approached me today with such care, as if reading my heart, and offered solace through both words and warmth. The rival I once thought of as nothing more than a competitor had become a friend with whom I could share my heart, and it left me flustered yet strangely pleased.
I felt embarrassed but happy that the guy I used to think of as a rival had become a friend I could share my heart with.

“And…”

Biting my lip, I recalled Raon’s steadfast back as he went out on a life-threatening mission without even being able to rest.

Raon too.

Through this mission, I clearly realized it. Raon was remembering his promise to fight together with the White Blood Cult Master and was making an effort to keep it.

“No, it’s not that bad.”

It was clear that Raon wasn’t just trying to stop the White Blood Cult Master—he was determined to drive out that demon’s soul himself and reclaim Evelyn’s Mother’s body.
I felt his clear determination in the last sword test he used.

“You’re such an idiot.”

Thinking of Raon, who would never look back and would push forward on a path he had chosen, even when his life hung by a thread, heat flooded my face and my fingertips trembled.

‘I cannot help that fool right now.’

All I could do was train.

As Raon had said, I couldn’t afford to interfere clumsily—I needed to grow stronger, even if it meant sacrificing sleep and meals.

Only by approaching the White Blood Cult Master and awakening my mother’s soul could I increase our chances of victory, even slightly.

“I’m back.”

Martha steeled herself to train with all her might and opened the door to Hyunmu Hall, stepping inside.

“Martha?”

Denier, who stood before the Garden, widened his eyes as he saw her.

“You’ve just returned?”
“Yes! I just finished reporting to the Head of House.”

Martha nodded, confirming she had only just arrived.

“You must have had a difficult time.”

Denier’s eyes narrowed with sympathy as he observed Martha’s sun-darkened face.

“The others suffered far more than I did.”

Martha scratched her head and released a short sigh.

“Those fools cared so much about me….”

Recalling the swordsmen who had comforted and looked after her simply because they had encountered the White Blood Sect, a soft smile graced her lips.

“Hmm, could you tell me what happened?”

Denier’s lips curved with curiosity at the question.

“You’ll find out eventually anyway, so I’ll tell you….”

I explained everything—that the White Blood Sect had attacked the harbor, that I’d fought and defeated the Ninth Apostle, and that I’d purified the sea spirit they’d been controlling.

“You defeated the Ninth Apostle? That’s quite an achievement! No wonder your sword technique felt different from before!”

Denier raised his hand and patted my shoulder with genuine approval.

“Are you injured?”
“I sustained some internal injuries, but they should heal with rest.”

I shook my head, telling him there was no need to worry.

“And….”

I started to speak of what happened afterward, but the memory of Raon’s cold gaze made me close my mouth.

‘He told me not to tell the family either.’

Raon had instructed me to tell no one about the White Blood Sect investigation, so I fell silent again.

“Martha?”

Denier tightened his grip on my shoulder, asking what was wrong.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just exhausted and need some rest.”

I forced an awkward smile and said I should go inside.

“Right. You’ve worked hard. Get some proper rest.”

Denier lowered his hand as if to say we’d talk later, and stepped back.

“Yes, then.”

I bowed to Denier and entered the mansion.

“….”

Denier’s mouth curved into a smile at the sight of his proud daughter, yet his eyes flickered with an icy, emotionless light.

*

*

*

I returned not to the Annex Building, but to the Dormitory of the 5th Training Ground and began preparing to set sail once more.

-Why did you come here!

Wrath furrowed his brow in confusion.

-We’ll be living at sea again, so let’s at least eat some home-cooked food!

He tapped my shoulder with his round fists, clearly frustrated at missing the meal he’d been anticipating. Of course, it was more of a massage than anything else.

I couldn’t help it. If I told them I was leaving immediately after returning from the mission, they’d only worry.

If I explained the situation in detail to Sylvia and Edgar, both would undoubtedly fret. It was better to slip away as if I’d never returned from the mission at all.

Sia would be upset too.

Even though her mental age had matured, she still viewed me as a younger brother who needed her protection.
If I left immediately, she would definitely be angry, so now wasn’t the time to see her.

-Ugh….

Wrath let out a low groan, as if he wanted to argue but recognized my point was valid.

-Then at least eat dinner outside the Training Ground, not in the cafeteria! And especially get pearl ice cream for dessert!

He bared his teeth and huffed, making it clear this was his final compromise.

I sighed briefly and shook my head.

I understood. I understood.

‘Let’s go once we finish preparing.’

I promised Wrath that I’d buy him his favorite food after finishing the mission preparations, then pushed him away.

“First, we’ll need disguise tools, provisions, and….”

I was licking my lips and opening my spatial pouch when it happened.

Boom!

The dormitory door burst open roughly, and Evelyn entered wearing a purple robe.

“Eh, Evelyn?”

I exhaled sharply, watching Evelyn stride in as confidently as if it were her own home and casually sit on the bed.

-How did the Mad Woman find this place!

Wrath’s jaw dropped in surprise since he hadn’t sensed her approach either.

“If it’s a reconnaissance mission, I’m coming too.”

Evelyn smiled knowingly, claiming it was her specialty.

“Especially if it’s underwater, you’ll need my help even more.”

She nodded with leisurely confidence, insisting she would absolutely come along.

“Hmm….”

I furrowed my brow, studying Evelyn’s serene purple eyes.

‘She’s not wrong.’

Evelyn could borrow the bodies of animals and was skilled in concealment magic. With her help, it would be far easier to search while avoiding the White Blood Sect’s attention.

“If you’re willing to help, I’d welcome it….”

I frowned at Evelyn.

“How did you find out I was going on a reconnaissance mission to the White Blood Sect?”

I had instructed Yua and Julius to tell her I hadn’t returned, yet somehow Evelyn had discovered the truth and tracked me down to this place.

“You didn’t….”

I pulled out the Purple-eyed Squirrel doll that Evelyn had given me before.

“Did you install eavesdropping magic on this wooden figurine?”

No matter how unhinged Evelyn might be, she wouldn’t have dared place magic in the Audience Chamber, so she must have done something to this doll.

“No.”

Evelyn shook her head confidently, as if denying it absolutely.

“No? Then how….”
“That doll doesn’t just have eavesdropping magic on it.”

She wore a seductive yet composed smile, suggesting the magic she’d installed on the figurine was far more than mere eavesdropping.

“Uh….”

I felt goosebumps rise across my entire body as my breath caught.

-Th-the Mad Woman….

Wrath clutched his head and screamed as if he’d known this was coming.

-The Mad Woman has returned!

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————